#primal talks

[primalsouls]

a little snippet from Inner Visions pt 3 ^^

my for tighnari will never fade ❤️‍🩹

started school and work is busy as always... but imma try to work on this fic bc i really like the idea of a future-telling seer! reader x tighnari 🫠

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[shysuccubusstuff]

day 1: primal + werewolf! sylus

Content: werewolf! sylus + foul language + primal! kink + size difference + breeding kink + unreal descriptions.

Word count: 2226 words.

Note: This is the first day of kinktober, I'll try to make them one by one!!

You had already been dating each other for around six months, and despite what some people said, your relationship remained just as good as the first month, with Sylus pampering you as if he had been born just for you. He waited for you after class, walking you home even if it was barely a fifteen-minute walk. Other times, when you told him you were feeling stressed, he took you out to dinner, letting you choose whatever you felt like eating and always paying for you, as according to him, he had invited you, so why would you pay for what he wanted to do?

Sometimes, you were not able to shake that strange feeling, the one that made you extremely anxious, after all, Sylus was well-known all over university for his looks, with girls flocking around him and asking him for his phone number or to hang out with him. How could you not feel a bit anxious when most girls were drooling over him while giving you the meanest looks? Of course, this (nasty/embarrassing) behaviour stopped as soon as Sylus gave them some piece of mind, with Luke and Kieran doing some background research of each of the classmates that had been trying to get to you by making your stuff disappear or by telling you some of the nastiest rumours that were running around of him.

Sadly, this little daydream came to an end on the cold night of Halloween, both of you had chosen to meet to have dinner and watch some scary films after it, just enjoying each other’s company, a normal couple date idea, right?

So when Sylus suddenly decided to cancel last minute, you were able to clearly tell that something important must had happened to him, so despite how much he tried to get you to avoid going to his house, you had already set your mind on that.

At around 9pm, the time both of you were supposed to meet, there you were, with your cute costume of a naughty wolf and your furrowed brows as you knocked at his door for several minutes. Sylus was trying to act stubborn? Well, two can play this game, so you stayed there for over ten minutes, your skin getting colder as the time went on. Luckily for you, Sylus was no longer able to keep a blind eye to his precious girlfriend dying of cold, so he finally opened the door. His face was flushed, hair wet and with his chest completely naked.

“Thought I told you not to come, little… puppy.” He looked at your disguise with an amused expression, touching the wolf ears softly as he chuckled. “Come on in, I suppose it’s no use hiding it anymore.” He moved to the side, letting you enter his house for the first time ever.

“I’m freezing Sylus… you were so mean leaving me outside��” You tried to get him to pamper you, and despite he looked at you like a sad puppy, doubting on whether to keep his distance or just forget about that important thing he had to say and throw himself at you. He was still doubting when you already lost all your patience, throwing yourself on his arms, forcing him to take you on his arms, his nails carving a bit into your skin.

“I need to tell you something, it’s related to why I couldn’t meet you today.” His face was completely serious as he let you sit on the sofa, taking a blanket and covering you as if you were some kind of burrito. “I… I am a werewolf, that’s why I didn’t want to have a date with you today, tonight is a blood moon and I didn't want you to see me like that, especially since you weren’t aware yet, I would completely understand if you chose to treat me as if I am crazy or if you want to break up with me.”

The silence filled the room, making Sylus feel even more flustered, did he look just as if he was in a weird edgy time? Just as he lifted his gaze, he saw your smiling face.

“And… that’s all? I mean, I thought you may had found a prettier girl for tonight…” Your hands were a bit shaky as you said that, as despite how much you believed on him, the great amount of rumours were difficult to simply ignore. But before you were able to tell him to just forget about what you said, his hands surrounded yours, tightening their grip as he kissed your fingers.

“I don’t want anyone other than you… that weird fame of me leaving a girl each week was created by me so I could avoid meeting any other girl that was not you…” His eyes looked away in embarrassment, wasn’t Halloween supposed to be filled with scary stuff? Cause it seemed as if he was just feeling more and more ashamed as the night kept progressing. “I know it’s a bad timing, but I really think you should go before the moon is completely uncovered, I don’t know what I might do when I’m not that in control of my urges.” Despite his warning tone, you were barely able to contain your excitement, I mean, your hot boyfriend was not only extremely handsome, but also a werewolf? You laughed, petting his hair while you smiled at him, “Oh come on, Sylus, if you wanted to postpone the date, you could have simply told me, silly! No need to make weird excuses like that.” Sylus’ hands caressed yours, his eyes looking down to your lovely face.

“I’m serious, kitten, this is really not the time to play.” You moved away, running to his room as an attempt to get him distracted. Sylus’ voice became barely a whisper as you kept running, you decided to hide inside the closet, holding your breath as you heard him get closer, the pressure building up as you heard him enter the room.

“Now, kitten, enough with these little games, I’m serious, I don’t want to… hurt you.” His voice sounded deeper than before, maybe it was just your imagination, right? Just as you were about to relax, Sylus quickly opened the door of the closet, his eyes glowing under the pale moonlight that entered through the window. “I told you… Told you to leave cause I didn’t want you to get hurt, are you trying to rile me up? Playing this little game of hide and seek… want me to ravish you like some little bunny? Treat you like my prey...” His hands got closer to you, cold as ice as he caressed your cheeks with his eyes filled of hunger. “Will you let me take advantage of you, sweetie? You’re still in time to make a run for it and let me explain it to you another time.” He moved a bit, just enough to let you flee, even despite his claws were damaging the poor closet.

You could see how surprised Sylus was when you suddenly hugged his waist, pressing your face against his chest and rubbing your face against his chest. “I don’t want you to hide anything from me… we’re lovers, right?” Just as you lifted your gaze, you met with his, eyes completely clouded with lust, he lowered his hands, carefully surrounding your waist as he got closer so he could kiss your lips.

“Just know that you were the one that riled me up… I won’t stop until tomorrow.” Your words weren’t able to leave your mouth, as he pulled you closer, giving you a desperate kiss, leaving you breathless as he pulled away. He lifted you over with a single arm, letting you on his bed as he tried to calm down. “I’m sorry if I’m too rough with you.” Without leaving you to answer, he suddenly got on top of you, getting rid of his shirt and throwing  it around the room, his hands then moving to the feeble top you were wearing, without much force, he ripped it in half, throwing the cloth to the floor. His mouth started to spread kisses all over your body, biting your neck as a way to mark you, sucking on the skin and letting himself be intoxicated by your scent. One of his hands drifted to your chest, playing with one of your nipples while he kept kissing your neck. He then went down, kissing your chest and sucking on your nipples while his other hand played with the other nipple, twisting it and pinching them with just enough force to make you whimper. As soon as he noticed that you were already riled up, he knelt on the floor, pulling you closer to him, his hands once again going straight to the flimsy skirt that you were wearing tugging from it and leaving you with just your lacy underwear. Your hands tried to push against him, gripping his shoulders and trying to get him to do it more slowly, face flushed from the shame you felt as he was able to see everything from there. “Thought lovers didn’t hide anything from each other.” He didn’t let you complain, as your underwear was quickly yanked and threw to the ground.

Sylus moved his face to your lower half, burying his face in between your legs and passing his warm tongue over your lower lips, then starting to suck on your clit while his fingers kept stroking your inner thighs. He kept sucking and lapping on your fluids, not stopping despite your shaky hands were trying to pull him away from your sensitive cunt.

It took over 15 minutes for him to let you take a small break, your legs trembling as he finally let go of them, he walked up to the same closet in which you had been hiding, taking a small bottle of lube and returning to you with it. “I won’t be able to prep you with my hands like this.” He showed his nails, which seemed to resemble the claws of a wolf. Immediately after that, he got rid of his pants and underwear, letting them on the floor and taking a bottle of lube from his table, then getting on top of you once more. “I can’t wait any longer.” He opened the bottle, putting the lube all over his shaft, although it had a different… shape. It was bigger than usual, a knot at the base being barely visible for now. He poured the lube all over your entrance, starting to rub against it as if he was in heat, letting grunts and pants escape his mouth as his hands gripped the sheets. He started to insert the tip slowly, his face tensing while he bit his lip as a poor attempt of keeping himself from being too rough with you. “I’m sorry, I’m really reaching my limit right now… Don’t blame me tomorrow.”

Sylus suddenly trusted, entering what was left of his length in a single stroke, your nails scratched his back, you were barely able to let a whimper out as he hit your cervix. Tears swelling on your eyes as you tried to adjust to him. His hands cleaned the fat tears that were forming, his lips pressing against yours as he started to move his hips at a slow pace. Sylus tried to keep you still as you kept whimpering as he started to speed up, his hips trusting you while your hands pressed against his stomach as a half-hearted effort to get him to slow down a bit. Not like it really mattered, as his trusts only got rougher, the grunts becoming louder as he got closer to his own release, his tongue ravishing your mouth as you tried to catch a break.

“Don’t run away, I need to make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” His hands held onto your waist, moving you on top of him and facing him, his hands moving you up and down as if you were just a little plaything on his hands, eyes rolling each time he hit that sweet spot inside you. “Come on, cum all over me, let me fill you up yeah? I’ll make such a good father, gonna breed you just right, I’ll make sure to keep you nice and full each single day…” Sylus’ words completely flushed you, although it wasn’t like you were able to do much more than try to not pass out as his tip made you whimper and moan each time he bottomed out. It was just soon after when you suddenly felt something warm filling you up, his cock twitching as he kept you pressed against his abdomen avoiding any chance of you squirming. Your hands gripped against his broad back, biting his shoulder as you kept being brimmed. “How… how long do you plan to keep on cumming?” Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you felt the base of his cock started to inflate, making sure not even a single drop left your insides.

“I’m sorry, kitten… Promise I’ll make it up to you.” Sylus smiled at you as his hips started to slowly move, trying to stop you from complaining as he kept peppering kisses all over your cheeks.

… I guess it was a happy Halloween indeed.

[thefirstvessel]

I think one of the things that a lot of humans fail into internalize about the Predator/Prey dynamic, especially in nature, is that millions of years of being shaped into Prey can often make incredibly territorial and fierce animals that will do anything they can to fight against millions of years of fighting being killed.

That's why horses kick and buck. Why rabbits are so infamously cantankerous and moody. Why deer have giant multi-pronged bone growths coming out of their foreheads that they can use for self-defense. Why rhinos are so dangerously territorial.

Meanwhile- a lot of Predators out in nature when they are not actually hunting (or play hunting) are remarkably chill. Especially macropredators. Think about how cats are known for the fact that they just lay around in the sun all day. Dogs are goofy guys who just want a friend.

The Predator/Prey dynamic isn't about the strong ferocious Predator taking advantage of weak and innocent Prey. When you're Prey, you're something that has spent millions of years being shaped into learning how to fight back. You're something that nature itself has pulled apart and put back together with all the sharp bits pointing out, just so you can survive.

You two have to be equal, otherwise there'd be nothing left to hunt.

[glamatron3000]

Back on my Beast Machines bullshit!

So, after a little bit of a panic attack at how long it would take to draw ~32 issues of comics in my usual high-detail style, I resolved to try to find a simpler way of doing my entire process and still be satisfied with the result. I think this is what I've settled on, along with the design I'll be going with for Optimus.

I didn't want to stray too far from his original model, so he's got only minor design adjustments compared to the others I've shown off so far. The same will be true of the other three main Maximals, the Vehicons, and possibly Botanica, but all other characters involved are getting fresh designs. His personality will be the main overhaul in this project. In Beast Machines, I found him to be uncharacteristically overbearing, rigid, and honestly pretty narcissistic (everything is because of him in his mind) compared to Beast Wars. I intend to bring back that more understanding side of him that seemed to be lost in the two in-universe hours between shows.

Also it was not my intent to make him look like a Doomfist skin, that was pure coincidence 🤣

[crustyfloor]

This scene of Till innocently peaceful with such a big smile feels incomplete to me after the events of round 7--But more true to his character rather than a comic with his final thoughts like Sua and Ivan had, it's cruel, brief, like a flashback, and it's bittersweet. Till is probably going to be reserved and ambiguous till the end. He wouldn't be able to bring himself to think about and reflect on his regrets and traumas; that's Till's principle; living in stubborn, childish beliefs, and in those truths, he finds escape into solace, even if it's unlike his reality, it's how he copes enough to make everything bearable for the next day to come. This image feels like a reflection, a memory of when he was happier in life. In Till's final moments, he thought about his and Mizi's childhood, the moment he fell in love with her was when she smiled at him with such radiance, the same moment, he felt like his heart was reborn; it was like he could breathe and smile solely for her. Till thinks back to these moments, these fleeting moments of peace because he can't let them go, he can't let go of the comfort of that familiarity.

--"Oh in a blink Gone. Blink and Gone, relish the present."

This image does bring me back to a lot of lyrics in Round 7. But this one in particular, a line that talks about living in the present before the moment slips between your fingers, in a blink, gone. But Till lives in the past.

Till doesn't think back to round 1 when he killed that alien guitar for Mizi, even though it was fully his decision, even though it was so gratifying seeing "Till win" and Mizi's acknowledgment, do you think he would have done that if he wasn't desperate and just doing what he felt like he had to do to survive? Because he had to stay by Mizi's side in her darkest moment like she was the one beacon of hope and happiness for him?

Till only suffers when he thinks back to round 6. When he's reminded of regret and pain. So, he represses the very memory of it to protect himself, he can't bring himself to even acknowledge it at all until he's forced to, when the aliens were intimidating him with Mizi's missing poster, he fights back out of anger. Just having that weakness, his guilt, and his grief used against him feels like a different kind of collar. Till thinks back to these warm, intangible memories of his childhood because life on stage was never something he could make his own, he didn't want to live for anything Alien Stage offered him, power, fame, etc. Despite his passion for music, Till is gentle and emotional at heart. This throne that is elevated high by bloodied corpses, a life living stagnant and trapped under the suffocating palm of an Alien, at the very top but inexplicably expendable, was never Till's vision of a life worth living. That's why he fought like hell for the life he wanted, for the life that he could've had. It really drives the point home when his final thoughts were centered around those moments when he was the happiest in his life.

It is so hard to feel the beauty, the warmth, in this image when everything around him is inauthentic, and it's off-putting because of the underlying details, especially since because of his gown, this scene might have taken place after one of those experiments or 'classes' it's a very subtle reminder of their reality. But his smile is so real in the moment without the collar, without the pain... he looks so carefree and full of life

And he scrunches his nose when he laughs *gets shot*

[itsabouttimex2]

Has wukong in the Primal Moon AU ever actually had a kid/cub before I don't think that kinda of mindset doesn't come from just the primal moon? He doesn't even have a significant other how can he have a cub unless he had one

Primal Moon Mindsets

That’s a very good question! It’s true that usually a person wouldn’t be able to delude themselves into thinking that they have a biological child, but the Primal Moon seriously shifts mindsets.

Outside of the Primal Moon, Sun Wukong would only have a general “you’re like family to me” demeanor, going only as far as to ruffle your hair and initiate hugs. Maybe treat you to lunch here or there, or fetch a blanket during a cold day.

He’s still got that protective wall up like in canon, a veneer of “goofy layabout” that hides a powerful hero who savaged the heavens and stole immortality time and time again.

Once the viridescence strikes, rationally kicks down that wall and then dies screaming, fizzled out in a spark of lunar green. Now, Wukong’s brain can no longer function as it used to, and makes precise shortcuts.

“Y/N’s like my own kid, but… my enemies might hurt them, if anyone found out. Guess I probably shouldn’t say anything, huh? Well, I’ll drop by with pizza and ask MK about his friends, and he’ll probably bring them up himself.” -Regular Wukong on an average day

“My cub! My cub! I’m so glad I found you! Ahaha, but you shouldn’t tease your Bába like that, pumpkin! No games of hide and seek without telling me first!” -Primal Moon Wukong breaking down the door of Y/N’s house

Here’s how four of the characters act in PM:

[ickytreats]

Can Ghostface be a kink? He's my kink.

Like, have him chase me through the house and fuck me with his knife on my neck.

[primalsouls]

rewatching sk8 and ad*m coming on scene made me physically cringe 😬 🤢

[bittersweetbeet]

Guys what are your general hcs for the Mercenaries so help me god I’m struggling to come up with ideas

I only really have some ideas for Agent and even then they’re lacking

I need inspiration blease

[ghost-bard]

Main d20 fandom that hates on kipperlilly for being mentally unwell, for being angry and confiding in a trusted adult about said anger and then dying and coming back serving a distorted goddess of conquest and rage im so happy for you not ever having a genuinely fucked up thought because being an angry person and having thoughts of wanting to physically harm someone because of something truly childish is not a hell i would wish upon anyone but lord have mercy should any of you meet someone irl like that i hope you treat them with respect knowing that feeling insurmountable anger and not being able to truly understand why you are that way is not something that anyone who feels that way wants.

And i personally hope i never meet any of you and i think some of you should analyze how you talk about fictional characters with very real mental illnesses because YES it’s fucked up that she was jealous of riz for having this tragic backstory, but have any of you considered the fact that she was working through it with jawbone and then she fucking died and is in service to a corrupted god of conquest and rage and lost her closest friend and now has so much anger in her that she is now forced to put somewhere

Anyway apologies for the rant/wall of text i just find kipperlilly and the rat grinders as a whole very interesting and knowing how others perceive primarily kipperlilly deeply annoys me, especially now that im completely caught up with fhjy, and if some of (or most of i know how i sound most of the time) this reads as condescending or similar it’s because i was a bit upset when i started writing it lmao i have since calmed down

[the-black-manor]

I think if I was taking a walk in the woods and I came across someone on all fours pissing like a dog, a switch would flick in my head and I would end up pinning them to the forest floor to breed them and mark them with my piss and cum.

[that-glitter-chick]

Quality Doop content 🦍💞🦖

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

vincent and sam in a pub circa 2009

[itsabouttimex2]

May I ask

Which characters will include in the primal moon scenario ?

Essentially, whichever characters I can think of scenarios for- writing Monkiefam was pretty easy, because monkeys have complex hierarchies to draw from. I spent a while observing different species at a local zoo (they’re mean. God, they’re so mean.) and decided to write a fic based on the behaviors I saw. (I’ll post that video at the bottom!)

Despite their status as the lowest ranked member of the ‘troop’, Wukong sees Y/N as his biological child. He won’t listen to any arguments about the difference in age or species, no matter what evidence is presented to refute him. Macaque is seen as his ‘little brother’, their rivalry temporarily forgotten. (Though only on Wukong’s end.)

The Great Sage is just lucid enough to recognize MK as his cherished student, and tries to give him advice… but his mind is a little too muddled by viridescence to offer anything sound. He also accidentally enables the worst of Primal!MK’s traits by complimenting and comforting him whenever things go wrong.

He’s thankfully rather laidback about the whole thing, only getting violent when he feels that his ‘family’ or status are threatened.

Macaque returns to his long-forgotten docile demeanor, a remnant of his days as a member of the Sworn Brotherhood- though he tries to fight the shift. It butchers the simian’s pride to resume a position of submissiveness, especially now that it’s to two people- one of whom may well be a teenager. Also, he’s sincerely desperate for comfort and companionship, so he spends most of the week fighting himself to not participate in any bonding activities.

He’ll make a ‘rank-scaling’ attempt or two, only to get beaten down and potentially pushed behind even Y/N in terms of status if he does it enough.

Sun Wukong->MK->Macaque->Y/N is the troop ranking, and it’s pretty rigid.

MK is, uh… in a pretty rough state. He’s never had any preparation for the Primal Moon, thinking himself a regular human for almost the entire time that he’s been alive.

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Honestly, it’s Tang that gives me the hardest time! assuming we can call upon his cicada ancestry, he’s- got absolutely nothing. Female cicadas use their ovipositors to slice into thin branches many times, leaving clutches of eggs as they go- that’s about as far as parental instincts go for them, given that they and the males die soon after breeding. (The males, in fact, die pretty much directly after.) I guess I’d place him with Princess Iron Fan and Ne Zha as the ‘normal’ guys.

Pigsy is, as you know- a male pig. Who are notorious piglet-killers. Eating piglets, stepping on piglets, rolling over and crushing piglets- intentionally killing entire piglet litters to force females back into estrus- it gets pretty brutal. So I still haven’t figured out what I want to do with him for this story- though I imagine he’ll be aggressive/hair-trigger, with Tang being the one thing that holds him back.

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Mei was pretty easy to write, but I did a lot of research on Chinese dragons in order to keep my representation of her respectful. Dragons in the west are usually reduced to bloodthirsty beasts of pride and rage- creatures to be slain and overcome as monstrous final obstacles. This portrayal even dates back to Beowulf, with the dragon portrayed then going on to characterize many dragons that came after it. (For example, Smaug was based partly on Beowulf’s dragon, and partly on Fafnir- so if any others dragons are based on Smaug, then they too call back upon the original.

In Chinese culture, dragons are considered wise and powerful beings. They’re worshipped as symbols of prosperity and good luck, and considered very auspicious beings.

So, Mei seems more composed in this AU- but it’s all an act. Given the stigma that non-humans have on account of the Primal Moon, she spends a lot of time pretending to be something that she’s not so that no one ends up being afraid. Mei’s obsession with with Y/N primarily stems from their complete acceptance of who she is, inside and out. Instead of having to pretend to be dignified and wise and rational, she gets to be the real Mei. She can goofy and energetic with you, not afraid to roughhouse or throw hands.

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For Bullfam, I think Princess Iron Fan very much would be the ‘only sane man’- if two things weren’t occurring:

1. Her husband wasn’t trying to talk her into having a second child and worshipping her every step, his tongue spinning crude admirations of her beauty and battle prowess.

2. Her son wasn’t clinging to her waist and arms, begging for validation and attention, futilely trying to drag her into his workshop to compliment his blueprints and machines.

So she has her boy (after some headpats and a little bit of buttering up) run off to the surface and snatch a suitably young human who’s been left unattended, imposing them as a temporary ‘second child’ and ‘younger sibling’… before getting attached. Even though they were supposed to be disposable, she works them into a more permanent fixture of her family.

Given that Red Son is the one who picks you out, he feels a special bond with you. Instead of being more aggressive or even prouder- Red gets clingy. His desire for love and respect comes to the forefront, leading him to latch onto Y/N as tightly as possible. Hugs, headpats, back rubs, hair combing- he wants affection in as many forms as possible. I like to think he temporarily grows horns during the Primal Moon, and that he really likes having them rubbed and polished.

And as for Demon Bull King… this man is already aggressive as hell and pretty damn tempestuous, seeing red at the drop of a hat. So, with very little inhibition as is, he’s the sort of demon hit hardest. Bull King’s mental faculties degrade by a touch or two, rendering him very animalistic. He’s the opposite of Mei here- she puts herself through a ton of suppression and training and it all pays off spectacularly. He actively leans into the instincts and new power the viridescence brings, reveling in a more bestial state.

So, while Y/N openly and freely gives Mei love and affection, they instead cower and hide from Demon Bull King.

He wants more kids. Wants to spend more time with his wife. Wants to fight and break and feast. And when Y/N is abducted brought home, his aggression outright doubles. This is kinda good, though- now he’s so protective that he’s pacing the fortress in hourly patrols, wearing himself out as he digs deep grooves into the earth, carving his sigil into the stones around him many times over, marking the territory as inextricably his.

And all he wants upon returning home is a nap- with his entire family piled onto the bed, of course.

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Also, if anyone has recommendations for how characters should act, I’d be happy to hear them!

[handledwithgloves]

i need more bottom/sub harry enthusiasts to follow 😭 why does everyone want harry to be in charge, harry doesn't even want to be in charge, why cant he be the one taken care of? why does nobody take care of him 🥺