#ss: warden

[slugcatsafari]

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[souenkun]

Sygna Suit Ingo's random conversation lines 🚂

Pokémon Masters EX spoilers ahead!

Random conversation 1:

Life is a never-ending journey! There may be times when you think you've reached your final destination... but it turns out you were simply on a stop along your journey. Therefore, you won't know what lies ahead unless you keep moving forward!

Random conversation 2:

Wearing a sygna suit gives me the same feeling of excitement I get when I arrive at a station I've I never been to before! It's almost as if my whole body is enveloped by my expectations-of new scenery to behold! My outfit isn't the only thing that's new and improved. I'll show you that my partner Pokémon and I's teamwork is better than ever!

Random conversation 3:

Sometimes I wonder what it means to aim for greater heights as a Trainer. Does it mean becoming stronger, or does it mean deepening the connection one has with their Pokémon? I suppose life is all about searching for the answer to that. If you have a clear answer deep inside you, and you do what you think is right... then no matter where you are, you'll always know your destination. Wouldn't you agree?

Random conversation 4:

I've heard that souls burned up in Chandelure's flame lose their way and wander this world... Losing one's way, becoming unable to reach one's destination... is quite sad. If any customers like that ever ride with us, I hope I can guide them back to where they need to go.

Random conversation 5:

When you and someone else combine... your engine powers something special! I hope you can join various teams and keep traveling nonstop around Pasio, (Player).

Random conversation 6:

I've been thinking... What if we built stations on school campuses? I've been thinking... What if we built stations on school campuses? That way, students could have Pokémon battles on the Battle Subway on their way to school! It would make every day convenient and fun for the students and teachers, don't you think?

Random conversation 7:

Some regions have hidden moves like in Unova, but there are other regions that don't have them at all! Something that is taken for granted in one region might be unfathomable in others. When your world changes, what you consider common knowledge also changes!

[ohshitsherry]

Did you guys miss him⁉️ The best-worst doctor in all of donmuska 🫵📺 (and the bad bitch he pulled (?) by being insane)

[envysparkler]

What do you think each of the bats go to "I'm to bored to pay attention to you speak" doodle is?

(for instance I'm a corner squiggle truther)

Brucie: surprisingly good caricatures of annoying board members in said annoying board meetings. Lucius keeps them in a folder.

Batman: surprisingly good caricatures of annoying Justice Leaguers in said annoying Justice League meetings. Clark always steals them after to frame them.

Tim: his doodles inevitably turn into embellished Robin Rs, so he sticks to dismantling pens to avoid the embarrassment. (the doodling started long before he was Robin.)

Dick: doesn't draw. does paper origami. can make impossibly tiny cranes. no loose sheet of paper is safe from him. once did it to a document Bruce was supposed to sign. that board meeting certainly wasn't boring.

Jason: stick figures in a variety of situations. post his return as Hood, most of the situations end with the Joker somehow dying. graphically (pun intended). Harley keeps a collection of them.

Damian: absurdly vivid and detailed pictures of whoever is around him. the others wait with bated breath to find out who he's drawing so they can steal the picture to keep for themselves. Tim did it once and Damian nearly burned down his room to get it back.

Barbara: Fibonacci spirals. freehand. (the GCPD absolutely used to think that Gordon was part of some secret conspiracy because they kept cropping up on his paperwork.)

Steph: fancy Ss in different styles. sometimes colored. occasionally, if she's really bored, they'll involve glitter. when she brings out the hot glue gun, things have reached critical boredom.

Cass: mimics whoever's closest. is absurdly good at it too. and not by looking at what they're doodling but by watching their hands. once managed to copy Damian's drawing perfectly and only then realized he was drawing her. (copying him drawing her copying him drawing her copying him--)

Alfred: "I am not paid to doodle, Master Bruce." (it's elaborate cakes.)

Bonus Villain Edition:-

Selina: cats. always cats. occasionally diamonds. but usually cats.

Talia: flowers. not generic ones either, but fully detailed with shading and everything. Bruce glanced over once (in a boring League class, Ra's kept the resulting caricature) and was unsurprised to find her drawing nightshade.

Deathstroke: the Titans all picked up on Dick's habit of paper origami and Slade refuses to admit he does it too. he destroys all the ones he makes. (there's some safely hidden in a fortified safe house. every now and again, a new tiny crane joins the collection.)

Harley: Rorschach Blots.

Ivy: "waste paper? for doodling??"

Joker: the one and only time some bright Arkham psychiatrist decided to have the Joker try 'art therapy', the psychiatrist ended up being committed themself and the warden ordered all sheets of paper in the vicinity burned.

[vigilskeep]

your post about aeducan is super interesting when you contrast their meeting with Duncan to cousland’s, where Duncan calls cousland a promising recruit. I could buy that Duncan would have known more about cousland/their family because they’re human nobles, but aeducan is kinda a step up because like. that’s the child of a king?

anyways, it’s a pretty stark contrast between the two noble origins which is neat

actually duncan DOES know the aeducans, probably far better than the couslands. he has this incredibly fascinating line when he eventually rescues aeducan where he’s like, i refuse to leave the child of an old friend to die down here, or something. he fully knows endrin well (or possibly knew aeducan’s mother well, theoretically? if you want to have fun with it and remember women exist) but he still did not want aeducan until they were exiled, like 😭 damn what did they do. except all the crimes

you could make the argument that his relationship with the family and the wardens’ wider relationship with orzammar is a more palatable reason why he never remotely considered taking away a prized prince(ss). aeducan is, after all, more valuable to orzammar than cousland is to highever, given that the couslands can afford to lose their younger child and still have a perfectly good heir in every respect, while (i fully believe) aeducan would have been named crown prince(ss) that very day if not for bhelen’s plots. and orzammar is more valuable than highever to duncan. when duncan backs off with cousland it’s just because he can’t afford to fuck with bryce, he doesn’t actually care about the couslands’ interests, whereas the stability of orzammar in itself actually matters to duncan and the wardens for obvious reasons

on the other hand that line from duncan about his friendship with aeducan’s parent is wild, being maybe the only origin where he implies the recruitment is for another reason than finding a good warden. kind of making them the only one who might not cut it on their own merits?? they’re my favourite loser princess.

[radio-sunrise]

In Her Vines ch.2 New Favorite Pet

She was massive, even for an Affini, easily four meters tall. She had to bend over to even fit through the door. The Affini looked like one of those spider vine plants, with countless leaves and vines cascading off of the main spire of Her body. niko could see, just barely, the glint of Her mesmerizing eyes. They were a most beautiful shade of purple. The rest of her body was unfortunately cloaked in shadow.

“My name is Aneta Komnosom, 9th bloom. But all of my pets call me Miss Komnosom. And don’t worry I don’t mind the staring, darling, all of my wards were like that when they first met me.”

Eep! Miss Komnosom had caught him staring. Although thankfully She didn’t seem to mind all too much. niko hoped that this wouldn’t affect his relationship with the Lady who would be taking care of him for the immediate future.

Miss Komnosom turned to Aleksy and asked “so is my petal ready to be taken home?”

“Ah yes, thankfully “he” didn’t have any physical problems that we couldn’t fix, and I’m sure that any mental issues she has, You’ll be able to handle by Yourself.”

Satisfied, Miss Komnosom beckoned for niko to follow and walked out the door.

The SS Alorium-cura was in comparison to some other Affini ships, pretty small, but it was very nice. With the main feature being a small lake in the middle, and most of the residential districts being built around it. As Miss Komnosom and niko walked around the lake to get home, niko’s Warden started talking.

“So as your Warden it’s My job to determine if you’re ready to be independent or if you need to be domesticated. Also-”

Miss Komnosom noticed that niko was getting a little tired from walking, so She decided to scoop him up in a princess carry. he let out a little squeak of surprise, but then settled down in Miss Komnosom’s embrace.

“Anyways as I was saying, it’s also My job to immerse you in Compact life. And provide you with all the love and care that you need. Don’t worry, according to our you’ve shown very little signs of feralism, so I’ll go easy on you. Unless of course, you don’t want that~

She continued talking for the better half of an hour, and niko almost fell asleep, unfortunately they arrived home, before he could drift off.

Miss Komnosom, opened the door and stepped into niko’s new home.

[copiasthighhighs]

DA:TV spoilers under the cut!!

This… This ss of Meraad and Davrin after Assan fed the Halla was all I needed. Meraad looks at Davrin with such love and affection I CAN’T!!!

I LOVE Davrin so much. His romance starts out subtle, but then eases out to a warm sweetness. The fact you can flirt with him not long after Weisshaupt being reduced to blighted ruins and rubble is funny because Rook is just “Hey! Glad you’re alive. By the way, you’re really pretty.” Like

Read the ROOM!!!

It’s even better if you have a Warden Rook.

The amount of people I’ve seen equating this man to Jacob from ME2 is insane as well. If anything, he kind of reminds me of Wyll from BG3… Maybe that’s just me?? But the noble attitude + the feeling of needing to protect the innocent from the dark is just icing on the cake for me.

But on a real note - ALL POSITIVITY HERE!!!!! I don’t care who you romance or what your Rook looks like as long as you have a great time (unless you purposefully make them look underage or make them repeatedly bland with the blonde hair blue eye combo)

At some point, I will draw Taash, Davrin and Meraad but I’ve been in such a stump when it comes to drawing lately, it’s infuriating.

[vyragosa]

i'm physically throwing up

need to get alvalucaed tonight in the christmas public map

[captain-price-unofficially]

Irmgard Ilse Ida Grese (7 October 1923 – 13 December 1945), the "Hyena of Auschwitz". A volunteer Camp SS guard at Ravensbrück and Auschwitz, and served as warden of the women's section of Bergen-Belsen.

Grese was convicted of crimes involving the ill-treatment and murder of Jewish prisoners committed at Auschwitz and Bergen-Belsen concentration camps, and sentenced to death at the Belsen trial. Executed at 22 years of age, Grese was the youngest woman to die judicially under British law in the 20th century.

[epicspheal]

hi cami! hope youre doing well! id like to ask.. have you seen that pokemon zensho is now fully available in english? i only found out recently lol. you can find it at mangadex! if you have, what are your thoughts on it?

Hi there @soulsilvers I'm doing well thank you for asking! Yeah, I actually didn't know that they full translated Pokemon Zensho until I got this ask, so thank you for alerting me to this I appreciate it! So of course I had to read it all last night! Link here for anyone who wants to read it! It was so cute honestly. First Pokemon Concierge, now Pokemon Zensho making me cry and I'm here for it honestly. Like you said on discord, it definitely is very rushed at only 9 chapters. I definitely would've loved to see it have a few more chapters to explore more about Red and Blue's friendship (well here called Ash and Gary) and going through the league (I always feel like the elite four part of the Kanto story always seems to get the short end of the stick). Despite it's rushed nature, it does make up for it in being the most true-to-gameverse adaptation. But what I appreciated the most was the details that were added were very grounded. Like the problems the gym leaders were facing felt real. It was cool to see how Giovanni became the way he was because it has been hinted at that he's not always been the ruthless Team Rocket boss but something made him that way. I've grown to like Lt. Surge a lot over the years and I feel like his arc was really wholesome too. Many people criticize Kanto for it not being particularly story driven (which to each their own, some people like story drive gameplay some don't, groups are valid), but to say it's completely devoid of story is false. The theme of Gen 1 besides exploration is relationships. It's why the key driver is the rivalry (and strained friendship) between Red and Blue. The orphan Cubone, Agatha and Oak, even Mewtwo's existence plays on the concept of relations in a subtle way. Zensho takes this concept and runs with it throughout as Red travels through Kanto. Much like Pokespe, Pokemon Zensho does a good job at bringing smaller but notable NPCs into the fold and it was done in a way that was not overbearing (looking at Marvin from SwSh Pokespe taking Hop's spot). It was cool to see the SS Anne captain and Game Warden get some more screentime. Also props for this manga low key making non-binary Bill canon! I know some people who read it may not like this version of Red not being "badass" in that he does earn some of his badges without actually defeating the leaders but I think the way it's handled here was okay. I think part of Red's character is supposed to be how he puts caring for others first despite being so talented at battling and I think it's okay that there are adaptations that don't just fall into him being a legendary battler who sweeps everyone. Even though this is a retelling of Red's story I would say if I'm honest this was really Blue's story. Blue got a lot of focus in this manga and outside of Pokemon Generations we don't really get to see into Blue's mindset. I appreciated as you mentioned on discord, how despite everything it did still focus on the fact that Blue was still Red's friend despite everything. It's not something that's focused on a lot in gen 1 adaptations. And of course the rest of the Oak family gets some shine too. This is probably my favorite portrayal of Oak in that it retains some of his flaws but humanizes him too (although I wish they had devoted some time to his and Agatha's rivalry). And Daisy...even with her limited screen time very much still shone especially with her calling out Professor Oak for his harsh words towards Blue. And then of course the revelation of what happened to Blue and Daisy's parents. Give those kids (and this Professor Oak) a hug. This is definitely my favorite of the four Pokemon manga I've read thus far and if we ever got a short miniseries for the Gen 1 games again I would hope it would take more of the Zensho approach and be game accurate while still expanding on little lore details.

[spiritandbone]

🎭 THE MASK FALLING 🎭

‘I can offer you nothing,’ he said. ‘Only a song in the shadows.’

‘Sing it to me.’ I whispered back.

I’ve finally finished my exams and catching up on coursework so I’ve been granted a break to begin doing some things for myself, and of course that ended up being a 30 hour reading marathon to finally catch up on the revised editions of The Bone Season in preparation for reading the ARC of The Dark Mirror (which I’m now in the middle of).

I never thought I could love this series more than I already did but somehow the revised editions of these books just make me fall so much more in love that I was before.

TMF, at least for the first half, was the perfect break I needed midway through this series I needed, and so did Paige Mahoney, after all of the things she went through. Although the characters in this book go through so much that they still went through Hell and back over the course of the book and I could still consider it a “break”. I’m going to begin reviewing on Goodreads so I’ll post a review of TMF soon.

Now I’m diving into TDM and already both devastated and in love. Of course.

Last Read: The Mask Falling by Samantha Shannon

Current Read: The Dark Mirror by Samantha Shannon

Next Read: Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

Full Review (with light spoilers) below

SS explored a new dynamic to the rebellion in TMF through an espionage-based spy thriller and I enjoyed it more than I expected — usually when books suddenly change the stakes I am put off slightly but this worked so well into the story that it left me feeling more satisfied than I was before.

The book has an enjoyably chaotic pacing, as the plot and relationships are on a gentle slow-burn in the background, unfolding slowly, while things are being thrown left right and centre at Paige Mahoney that made *me* feel exhausted (in the absolute best way possible).

The main antagonist in this book, to me, honestly is The Devil, the 3rd card in Paige’s tarot. The Devil represents a hopelessness and restriction, but one that you put on yourself. And the thing that foils and destroys Paige the most throughout the book is her own trauma from her torture in the Archon. Waterboarding and an accurate depiction of the trauma that comes afterwards is a surprisingly rare things in books I’ve read. I won’t go into detail, but as someone who has experience with this exact trauma, it felt refreshing to see it so accurately and painfully depicted. It’s hard if you haven’t experienced it to consider how much of your life can be interrupted by such a small thing as water but SS did a brilliant job of managing to consider every single way in which it could get in Paige’s way and torture her, and me, with every single one of them.

Despite all this, the romance between Paige and Warden continues to be my absolute light in the darkness of these books. Warden is an enjoyable companion as a patient, genuine and understanding partner in a sea of toxic masculinity and jealous “idealised” partners in media at the moment. The entire Overture scene is absolute perfection to me and I will never let go of how romantic and hot it is to *look* for enthusiastic and repeated consent.

The twist in this book is executed perfectly and despite knowing it was coming and reading it several times, it never hurts any less.

I don’t think anything could ever replace TBS as my favourite series and TMF (without having finished TDM yet) is my favourite in the series as an enigmatic and explosive addition filled with love, pain and OH MY GOD how can you do this to me.

[slugcatsafari]

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[retro-frikianos]

LA COSA SEZUAL 8 (SAGAS)

ILSA: SHE WOLF OF THE SS (1975), ILSA, HAREM KEEPER OF THE OIL SHEIKS (1976), ILSA THE TIGRESS OF SIBERIA (1977), GRETA - HAUS OHNE MÄNNER aka ILSA -THE WICKED WARDEN (1977)

[nightowlwriting]

summary: “Alright,” Anders says. There’s noise like he’s adjusting the way he’s standing, or maybe pushing himself up to sit on Perrin’s desk, and then a few heartbeats of silence. “Would it make you feel better if I told you that I want you to hurt me?”

word count: 4.2k

warnings: ss&c, implied/referenced drug addiction, grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms, sex as a coping mechanism, knife mentioned, dom/sub undertones, manhandling

note: perrin is a morally grey character!! he also doesn't know carver is still alive so the loss of his mother (paired with bethany being a grey warden) left him angrier and more prone to acts of violence. he and anders also have a barely healthy relationship with all of the shit between the both of them, but everything that happens in this fic (and future installments) is 100% consensual.

title credit: saintseneca

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perrin hawke: here

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Perrin Hawke is alone in his sitting room when the knock on his door comes. It’s late, and he’s already dismissed Sandal and Bodahn to their quarters for rest. Even Lothering doesn’t raise his head, instead huffing and rolling to bask his other side in front of the fire.

“Sure,” Perrin says sarcastically to the hound, “I’ll get the door.” He’s just on the right side of drunk - the room isn’t spinning, nor is his stomach, but that’s not going to be the truth for long. The door is just a temporary distraction from the shit-show that his life has been since the Blight forced his family from their home. It doesn’t matter that Amell House is the family seat he rightfully owns, it’s not home. So he stumbles to the door, footsteps echoing in his silent and empty front room, and tries to right his finery before he opens the door.

Knight-Captain Cullen Rutherford is standing on the other side and for a brief moment Perrin is disappointed. He thought it would have been… Well, the news had to have spread through Hightown to Darktown, and he thought… Actually, Perrin isn’t too sure he wants to see any of his normal companions at the door, especially not any of his mage companions. Regardless, the Knight-Captain isn’t wearing his usual armor and has a bottle of brandy in one hand, looking contrite (for something that he did not do, Perrin notices), and then shrugs. “I heard the news. Figured that you would empty out the wine cellar before you’d be caught in the Hanged Man tonight.”

Perrin doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t really have to. He just looks down on the Knight-Captain and then runs a hand down his face. “Thanks, Cullen,” He eventually says, instead of all the things he wants to say, “But I’m not very good company right now.” And he punctuates the silent and I don’t want anyone to accompany me with a wry smile.

Cullen stutters - because that’s what Cullen does when he’s nervous and Perrin makes him nervous. Everyone knows that his father was an apostate and that his parents sired two mighty warriors who fought at Ostagar and one apostate mage that, until three or so years prior, roamed Kirkwall freely because of the threat that Perrin is. He’s six and a half feet tall and as broad as a barn, which had come in handy doing small labor jobs and mercenary work in Lothering. Saved his life, and Carver’s, at Ostagar. “No, yes,” Cullen says, “I - I understand. I only meant to, well, I only meant to drop this off and leave.” He passes the brandy over and it’s a good brand. He’s almost surprised, but then in a second he takes in Cullen’s appearance: thinner than the week prior (but that might just be that he’s without armor), deep bags underneath his tired eyes, and a light haze over his eyes. Perrin is smart enough to know when a man’s lyrium dose has been upped, again, and knows that Knight-Commander Meredith also pairs that with a pay increase to keep the Templars from straying too far from her orders.

He takes the brandy from Cullen, but it feels wrong. Everything feels wrong, really, so that isn’t a surprise. “Thanks, Cullen,” Perrin finally says, trying for a smile. “You’re right, this might be better than wasting all the fancy wine that’s been aging for years. And I won’t be caught at the Hanged Man. Surely you’d see me on the stocks in the morning if I went.” He laughs to tell Cullen that it’s a joke and Cullen chuckles too, rubbing the back of his neck. There are a few moments of awkward silence, with Cullen shuffling and unable to be still and Perrin standing at his door like a statue.

Once upon a time, he’d thought about pursuing Cullen. The man is handsome, wise beyond his years, and honorable. Perrin hadn’t pursued him because of those last two facts - he couldn’t stand the thought of sullying someone like Cullen Rutherford. Still, they’ve formed a strong friendship just by being two Ferelden men in another country, chased from their homes because of the Blight.

“Well, I should be returning to my chambers,” Cullen nods decisively. He shakes Perrin’s hand and smiles when Perrin claps him on the back.

“Don’t let Meredith take too much from you,” Perrin warns just before Cullen leaves, “She’ll steal your life with that leash if you’re not careful.” He doesn’t stay at the door to see Cullen’s face, instead pressing the heavy wood closed and setting the brandy on one of his console tables as he passes. He’s very careful to act normally as he passes the hearth where a fire had been minutes before and doesn’t look for where Lothering is as he climbs the stairs to his room. The windows leading to his room have all had their curtains drawn and now his bedroom door is slightly open.

Perrin slips an ornate dagger out of a sheath that’s strapped to his thigh. He’s never unarmed, and neither are the other highborns or those who ascended to Hightown. Most Kirkwallers take a note from the Orlesian playbook and never leave themselves truly vulnerable. It’s more for status and image than anything practical, but Perrin isn’t like most people who live in Hightown. He’s more equipped to exist in Darktown, where brawn and brains get you further than money. That’s why when the person hiding behind his bedroom door lunges for him, it’s only a few seconds before he’s wrestled them against the wall, dagger tip pressed dangerously between their ribs, not breaking fabric or skin.

Yet.

Perrin’s chest is bellowing, his teeth bared like a rabid animal’s. He’s almost growling, looking for a fight just to get some of the errant emotions swirling in his chest. It almost doesn’t register that he’s pinning Anders - nearly half a foot shorter than him and much thinner, too - to the wall. The mage doesn’t even flinch but yields to Perrin’s tight hold and the press of the larger man’s body. He smiles softly and says, “Sorry, love, I just wanted to surprise you.” Perrin jerks away, dropping the knife and separating himself.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be here,” He finally says, bristling when he turns his back on Anders. It’s not Anders that he has a problem with right now, but magic in general. The wound in his chest, however metaphorical, is still raw and aching. He can taste the magic in the air between them, just like he’d been able to hear the humming of lyrium when Cullen was at his door. Perrin chalks it up to being mage-blooded, especially with how powerful of a mage his father was. Still, the air ripples as Anders walks closer, and Perrin bodily flinches away.

“You shouldn’t be alone,” Anders says, still, knowing that maybe touching Perrin isn’t the best idea right now.

“I shouldn’t be near mages right now,” Perrin bites, striding to his desk if only to put some distance between the cloying taste of magic against his soft palate. He would say more but he risks ruining the burgeoning relationship that they have. He’s already going to have to apologize to Merrill for how he’d turned on her when she’d tried to offer him comfort.

Is it worth it now? Is your precious blood magic worth it? This is what you are. This is who you are. You’re just like him.

It’s unfair, but Merrill knows and has known how Perrin feels about blood magic. He doesn’t mind magic, or mages in general, but blood magic is an entirely different animal. He can’t stand the way it tastes in the air, or how it’s never enough. When he sees the scars on Merrill’s palms or arms, he flinches visibly. After the first time, before the Deep Roads, he’d cried to Bethany and begged her to promise him that she’d never turn to blood magic. She’d sworn on Carver’s grave that she’d never resort to that.

Anders doesn’t say anything because he knows that Perrin is right, but the mage has also never been good at following orders or listening to reason. He’d escaped Kinlock Hold time and time again because of that. He’d been so desperate to get to Kirkwall to find Karl, and instead found Perrin. The hand on his lower back almost physically hurts just as much as the loss of his mother. “I won’t use magic,” Anders says, voice low as he moves around to be in front of Perrin, “I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

And suddenly, Perrin is blindingly angry. Just like the day prior, when he’d lit his mother’s pyre, he can feel the anger burning past white-hot into something more dangerous. His lips curl in a snarl and he shoves Anders back, the blond man catching himself on the ornate desk. He looks shocked, Perrin thinks, and I like it. “And what about what I do want?” He presses close to Anders, jerking him lightly by the front of his robes, “What will you do, then, Anders?” He snarls his lover’s name to make it hurt, but there’s no reaction besides a small smile. Perrin shakes him again just to do something.

“Anything you do want,” Anders supplies, “I trust that if I use the watch-word you’ll stop.” Perrin pushes away, turning his back again, and moves to stand in front of the fireplace.

“And you think that will fix me?” He scoffs, “You think that if I fuck you that I won’t be like this anymore?”

“No,” Anders says without moving from the desk, “I think if you fuck me the way you want to - the way you’re afraid to - that it will give you something to take your frustration out on.” His voice is soft, like Perrin will break with any more force behind the words.

Perrin’s not sure he wouldn’t break, honestly. The anger inside of him darkens and turns into something else - lust that swirls like smoke in his ribcage and leaves him grinding his teeth. “No,” He finally says, “You may trust me, but I shouldn’t be doing anything like that right now.”

“Alright,” Anders says. There’s noise like he’s adjusting the way he’s standing, or maybe pushing himself up to sit on Perrin’s desk, and then a few heartbeats of silence. “Would it make you feel better if I told you that I want you to hurt me?”

Perrin turns around, slowly. His heart is thundering and the fire in his veins is starting to feel good instead of world-ending. His lover is sitting on his desk, all sharp angles and loose hair. It hands around his face and shoulders like a perverted halo as he smiles at Perrin, leaning back on his hands like an invitation. “Why would you want to be hurt?” Perrin asks, unable to help the way his voice drops or his trousers tighten. Anders has always been so good at reading him - he’d be afraid the man was reading his mind if he didn’t know any better. “Who wants that?”

“I do,” Anders answers, instead of rising to the obvious bait, “And I think you want to hurt me.” He adjusts again and begins to peel himself out of the linen shirt he’d worn to Perrin’s home. He doesn’t pressure Perrin to answer or to do anything, simply slowly strips down as he sits on the other’s desk. Perrin stands back to the fire watching as each inch of skin is revealed: scars, freckles, tan lines. He can practically taste his lover’s skin underneath his tongue, feel the resistance of it underneath his teeth.

He’s always hungered for dark things. Not in the way of forcing his partner to do things that they don’t want, but forcing them to do the things they do want. Perrin wants his partner to push back, to be a brat, to force him to use his strength on them. He wants to mark them as his, fuck them so thoroughly that anyone with half a brain will be able to see them and know that they belong to Perrin Hawke.

He wants to own them: body, mind, soul - if only for the hours that they’re in his bed. But how can he say that? How can he tell Anders these things when he’d spent every year of his life past twelve years old subjugated, owned, trapped? How can Perrin admit that he wants to fuck him until he’s crying, until he can’t speak, until he only begs?

And yet: here is Anders completely naked on his desk, cock hard, asking Perrin to do those things to him. To hurt him.

Perrin licks his teeth and drops one hand to his own cock, holding pressure there so that he can try and think. He screws his eyes shut and ignores the part of him that wants to do nothing but take and destroy and struggles to find the part of him that had stepped up and taken on the role of man of the house when his father died. “I shouldn’t.”

“Says who?” Anders snaps, “The Chantry? Fuck the Chantry. I want you to hurt me, Perrin, I want to ache.” He groans and Perrin’s eyes fly open to find him stroking his cock, sat there on Perrin’s desk like he owns it. “I want to feel you burn,” He gasps, pressing on his frenulum and then stroking again, and shudders, “I want be a mess, to be so fucked-out I can’t think about anything. I want you to use me.”

Perrin can feel himself just standing about, mouth open and hand pressed flat on his cock. He knows he should do something - say no, say yes, leap across the room and take Anders every way that he knows how to and some that he doesn’t yet know how to. Instead, he just shudders, squeezing his groin, and groans. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“We already have-” Anders takes a second to writhe, circling his thumb and pointer-finger around the base of his dick to squeeze, “-We already have a watch-word. We’re already two men. How much worse can we get?” He grins, hand not otherwise occupied flexing on his thigh before pressing flat against his abdomen. Perrin watches it move up, up, up until Anders is pinching his nipple so hard it looks painful.

“I won’t be nice,” Perrin finally says, nearly choking on his lust. Anders grins, knowing he’s made his case as he watches Perrin frantically remove his shirt and shoes. He divests himself of his trousers as he crosses the room and doesn’t even go for his dick, despite the fire-warmed air making it twitch. He stops himself just short of Anders, chest heaving and feeling like he’s lost his mind, “I won’t ask for what I want,” He explains, voice rough as he tries to reel himself in. It makes Anders shiver, “I won’t stop if you say no, I won’t stop if you beg, I won’t stop if you fight. I will only stop if you say the watch-word.”

“Yes,” Anders moans, abandoning his futile attempt to not tug himself off before Perrin got his hands on him, “All of that.”

“I will be mean,” Perrin grits his teeth, watching the mesmerizing way Anders’ hand moves on his cock, the way that the head of his dick begins to redden and his thighs begin to shake. “I will do what I want when I want it. I don’t care if you don’t come or if you come too much.” His lover just nods, mouth falling open as he huffs out breaths of pleasure. Perrin watches for a few moments more before he can’t take it anymore. That dark, smoke-like lust in his chest overtakes him and he gives in to it. Anders doesn’t flinch when Perrin lunges at him, only shouts another yes! as he’s manhandled.

Perrin grabs him by the shoulders and twists, tossing Anders off of the desk. He doesn’t care if Anders lands on his feet or arse, just that Perrin towers over him when he’s not sitting on the desk. He grabs Anders by the hair and forces him toward the fire - not a mindless monster by any standards, but he holds the hair in a tight fist. Enough to hurt, but not to harm. When they get close enough and Anders realizes that Perrin isn’t going to stop before his face hits the brick, he catches himself on his hands. It brings a predatory grin to Perrin’s face, who leans in close to his ear. “Good boy,” He growls, “You learn quick.”

“I-I,” Anders manages, gasping when Perrin kicks his feet apart. Perrin mocks his stuttering gasp and grips Anders’s hip. He can’t resist the siren call of the broad expanse of naked skin holding the man by the head and hip affords him, so he leans down and sinks teeth in, drawing a howl from the trapped man. “Yes!”

Perrin jerks him back by the hair and then spins him around. Anders has tears in his eyes and a flush running from the bridge of his nose to the hardness of his cock. He grips at Perrin’s arm to hold himself up and look pathetic. It makes Perrin moan. “Look at you,” He rumbles, leaning down to press their noses together, “Look at how much I’ve already ruined you. I’ve barely touched you.”

“Please,” Anders gasps, trying to lean up to kiss Perrin. He can’t move past the hand holding him still. “Please!”

“Kneel.” Perrin says instead, dropping Anders’ hair and taking a step back. Anders barely catches himself, legs wobbly, and Perrin grins something sharp and feral again. He reaches down to stroke himself slowly, feeling pent up. Anders just stares and watches as Perrin preens and allows it for a moment. And then he snaps his fingers, “I said kneel.” He snarls, baring his teeth as anger chases lust through his veins. It feels good, feels better when Anders tilts his chin up and sneers.

“Make me.” His eyes flash for just a moment and Perrin isn’t sure who’s talking: Anders, Justice, or the fucked-up amalgam of them both that he’s taken to calling Vengeance. He cocks his head, waiting for the light to die down, and then Anders speaks again. “I said: make me.” It’s only then, in that moment where Perrin is sure it’s his lover speaking and not the spirit inside of his lover, that he moves.

“Incorrigible bastard,” Perrin gripes, manhandling Anders back several steps only to throw him off balance. He sweeps a leg behind the other man’s and presses against the back of his knees, all the while pressing down on his shoulders. Anders falls to his knees with a shout and a loud impact, but Perrin doesn’t stop moving. He can’t think past the throbbing of his cock, the memory of muscle and skin beneath his teeth. The sight of Anders on his knees, bite mark bruising on his shoulder, and an agog look on his face nearly makes Perrin spill right then. Instead, he almost gently rubs his thumb over Anders’ bottom lip before his face twists in a grin. Perrin shifts his hand so that his first two fingers are lying where his thumb just was and then he presses.

Perrin laughs almost antagonistically when Anders gags against fingers that are so much longer than his own, tears welling in his amber eyes almost immediately. He doesn’t pull away, or vomit, but closes his lips around Perrin’s fingers and sucks.

It becomes clear to both of them very quickly what move Perrin will make next. He almost doesn’t know he’s moving until his fingers are free from Anders’ mouth and his spit-soaked hand is in the mage’s hair again. “Open your fucking mouth,” He snaps, almost too impatient to do any of the things he wants to do. “I’m going to come down your throat, and you’re going to thank me, and then I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

The only thing Anders says, just before his mouth is full of cock, is: “Please, yes, please!”

He’s not a monster, so the first push of Perrin’s dick is slow and steady. He holds Anders by the hair, the other hand steadying his length as he gasps - gasps and watches. It’s almost like a miracle the way that Anders looks on his knees, the way that he squirms and his eyes roll back in his head like he’s feeling the white-hot knife of pleasure that curls around Perrin’s spine. The first few push-pulls are just like that: slow, elaborate, all-consuming. “Maker guide me,” He groans, trying not to fist too hard in the mage’s hair and failing, “Andraste’s Sword of Mercy strike me.”

Perrin loses himself after that. Both hands grip the sides of his lover’s head as he moves faster and harder; he hisses when Anders grips at his thighs, nails leaving crescent marks and red lines. The pleasure burns, chasing away all of the dark thoughts and bad feelings, if only temporarily. He’s gasping for air, unable to decide if he wants to tip his head back and keep his eyes closed as he chases his end or watch as Anders chokes on his cock.

Anders groans, and gags, but doesn’t complain. He doesn’t pull away or pinch Perrin’s thigh - their watch-word for when they have their mouths full. Instead, when Perrin goes back to watching with his mouth open, chin against his chest and ragged groans filling the room, Anders relaxes his throat even more. He catches Perrin’s eyes and - oh, the bastard - he hums.

“Mine,” It slips out unbidden, chased by the roiling pleasure and power that he feels with Anders on his knees, “You’re mine, I don’t care who’s in your head,” He bares his teeth when, for just a moment, Anders holds himself all of the way down, gagging on Perrin’s cock. “Fuck, yes, just like that baby.” Perrin jerks Anders back by the hair, ignoring the way that the mage groans when his mouth loses contact. He holds, for just a moment, and then brings one hand up like he’s going to strike Anders.

“Say the word now,” Perrin warns, “If you don’t want me to slap you.”

“Maker,” Anders gasps, voice ragged through his gasping. He’s still gripping Perrin’s thighs, his own splayed wide as he thrusts at nothing but searches for everything, “Yes, I want it. Hit me, Perrin, please.”

He rears back even more and slaps Anders. The crack of his hand is almost deafening and he sees, for a brief moment, Justice flash to the surface. Anders either wrestles him down or he realizes what’s happening when he sees Perrin standing above him completely naked. Anders gasps when he comes back to himself and his body shudders. Instead of putting his cock back into his lover’s mouth, Perrin takes himself in hand. “No,” Anders whines, “I want - please, I want to swallow you.”

Perrin’s teeth flash in the light when he forces Anders to swallow him down again, focusing less on hurting like Anders had wanted and more on coming like he needs to. It doesn't take long with his cock in the tight, wet, heat of the other man's mouth. Typically Anders has control, chooses the pace, brings Perrin to peak in the way the he wants. Tonight he just lets Perrin chase that high, choking on the dick in his throat.

Only a few moments after the slap - that has left the man's face reddening - Perrin’s hips begin to stutter. He knows he's saying filthy things (I own you, I want you to taste me for weeks, I want to live inside of your body) but he doesn't care. He only cares about the fire in his veins, the way his body is tensing, the right feeling deep in his stomach. He only cares that Anders isn't even reaching for his ass, or his sac, or any of the places that he usually grabs and kneads to help Perrin along. The most Anders can do is keep his grip where it's at and take it.

It's that thought that finally makes Perrin come. Anders is taking it, every dark part of his desires, because he wants to. Perrin isn't forcing him, isn't making him, isn't hurting him in a way that he doesn't like. Anders is willingly taking the rough edges of Perrin, the way that the larger man can use his strength and size to be indomitable - in the bedroom or otherwise. The heat races through his body and he feels himself still with Anders’ nose pressed against him, groaning and writhing as he comes. He feels like he's been struck in the gut, knees weak when he pulls away but then Anders is swallowing - swallowing and smiling up at Perrin like he's gotten exactly what he wanted in the first place. He leans forward and bites Perrin in the thigh, hissing when he gets tugged back by his hair.

“I believe,” Anders says, voice hoarse, “That you promise me more.”

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please can you tell me about donato i appreciate your love posting and want to learn

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And I appreciate your interest in Him godbless 🙏 Genuinely from the bottom of my heart THANK YOU for asking about him however I cannot shut up once I start so this got long and increasingly unhinged as it went I hope you still enjoy reading about the Man of All Times

Donato is a side character from Tokyo Ghoul and its sequel, Tokyo Ghoul:re. He's the foster father of the first series's deuteragonist, Amon Koutarou.

In Tokyo Ghoul there are, well, ghouls - who are a human-looking species that can only survive by eating human meat (they can drink coffee but pretty much any other food is off the table for them). Donato is a ghoul.

Some ghouls hunt humans despite not wanting to, some ghouls scavenge dead bodies they find, some ghouls delight in the hunt. Donato? Oh he's a picky eater, see. Not to the extreme of the character nicknamed The Gourmet but what he likes most is children's meat. And so he held an orphanage for God knows how long and ate the kids he had there. Koutarou was one of the kids at his orphanage.

Then one day Koutarou found him killing one of the kids and understood he had been lied to all along, that none of the kids had been adopted: they'd all been eaten by the very person taking care of them - with it being implied (at least imo) he might have fed the kids some of the meat too.

What Donato means by "go along with his lie" is making Koutarou help him prepare the meat of his very siblings for his father to eat. We don't really know for how long it went on but he was pretty young. Donato never harmed Koutarou physically. Never touched him. Never ate him.

But when Koutarou was 12, despite being extremely powerful, Donato was ultimately caught by the CCG (basically police to catch and kill ghouls) and put into ghoul prison where he was able not to be executed by being a useful motherfucker. Think Hannibal Lecter kind of role. They come to consult him on cases because he doesn't give a single flying fuck about anyone that's not him so he can sell out other ghouls no problem if it means staying alive.

So useful in fact that he gets away with huh. stuff.

(he's the greatest hhhhhhhhh)

So anyway while they caught Donato, the CCG found Koutarou hiding in the huh place where they prepared the dead bodies of the kids. So they took him in like they do orphans of ghoul victims and he then became a ghoul investigator. The CCG are able to get proper answers out of Donato when they send him so they send him to ask stuff from time to time because the above will happen if it's not him. All this time, Koutarou has wondered Why Donato didn't kill him like the other kids, blinding himself to the truth that's, really, been staring at him in the face all along.

(rate SS is the highest rate a ghoul can achieve without cannibalizing on other ghouls, which Donato never did, maybe because ghouls taste disgusting to other ghouls)

(Look At His Smile) (Help) (can't keep typing, must stare at him.)

Stuff happens and Donato gets out of prison :D he decapitates the warden :DD he massacres a whole clan which has real powerful abilities with his besties after being on RC suppressants for 15 years :DDD (RC suppressants make it so a ghoul can't use their abilities, can't regenerate etc) (I'm jealous of the warden)

Later, as Stuff Happens and Donato and his besties we rarely if ever see him interact with raid Tokyo and we finally see Donato fight and lo and behold!!!!!!!

he can detach his kagune (ghoul's predatory organ) to make traps

he's so quick and precise!!!! killing a guy super precisely from super far away with his kagune just to lure his prey in the building he was standing on top of (the guy he killed was on the ground and pretty far from the building itself)

he is even MORE sadistic than we'd seen until then!!!!!!!! hhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

Confirmation Again That He Loves His Son So Much

HE CAN CLONE HIMSELF

HE USES HIS KAGUNE + FINGERS TO MAKE CLONES OF HIMSELF AND SEND THEM TO FIGHT WHILE CONTROLLING THEM LIKE PUPPETS FROM AFAR AND THEY DISSOLVE WHEN DESTROYED

Going insane i Love this man So muchhhhh

Like he goes and lures a man (CCG investigator) in an abandoned building. Man comes with subordinate. Donato cuts off one of Subordinate's arms. Donato crucifies Man to ceiling and rips off Subordinate's second arm in front of his eyes. They talk and BIG REVEAL turns out Man's father was the one who caught Donato and put him in jail in the first place BUT in the previous arc we saw that Man had also beaten and captured Koutarou (who became a ghoul due to Mad Scientist experiments) and we know Donato and his besties (The Clowns, or Pierrot) have a super reliable information net so he definitely Knows. So!!! Is Donato taking his grudge against Man's father out on Man? Is Donato avenging his Son? Both?? These are my favorite chapters and my favorite thing in the entire sequel if you couldn't tell this is incredible INCREDIBLE he also insinuates that the reason he resents Man's father is that he took him away from his son and just. HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Also ! and this is getting super disorganized and I'm sorry, but Donato cooks! He knows how to cook human food despite being a ghoul and therefore not being able to taste human ingredients!! (or is he really a full ghoul? mystery) that's so cool ! and he bakes! he bakes donuts! his son loves sweets!!! donuts are Amon's favorite!! That's why my tag for them is "Donut Family"

And I'm not making sense by now but!!! the next time we saw him the Clowns raided Tokyo AGAIN and it's revealed Donato can TAKE CONTROL of the most POWERFUL entity in Tokyo Ghoul!!!! (a kakuja, aka a kagune armor by a cannibal ghoul, and this one being The most powerful) AND IT'S INSANE IT'S INCREDIBLE

And so Koutarou goes to stop his dad and they fight and they fight and!!!!!!!! Donato doesn't taunt, he doesn't fight back. We KNOW what he's capable of, we've SEEN IT but he doesn't do SHIT while his son is fighting to Kill and then Koutarou does manage to decapitate him after having a realization that oh shit he was also a bad person and admitting to himself that he'd actually loved his dad all along

Words said by Koutarou during the first them interaction we see VS Last words Koutarou says to Donato AND in the whole manga

INSANE STUFF

and!!!! it comes right after Donato completely and entirely demonized himself, denying any feeling he might ever have had and so all he can do is laugh (and cry. we saw him cry.)

BUT! not over.

I think Donato ISN'T DEAD because 1) during the entire last conversation he's talking as a decapitated head and unless we're in Jojo it's not possible 2) kagune can talk without lungs 3) it's Established Donato can make kagune clones that can talk and fight normally 4) we never see the rest of the body which I therefore assume just evaporated like clones do when destroyed 5) Ishida rule number 1: no body = no death

And ALSOOOOO my blog title!!! It comes from the monologue Donato has with the Man in the abandoned building, right as he's ripping the second arm from Subordinate!!!!!

TASTE HOW IT FEELS. HOW I FEEL. HOW CRUEL IT IS. CRUEL TO BE ONE OF THOSE WHO CAN ONLY BUT WATCH OVER OTHERS

quote of all times

Donato just escaped from 15 years in prisons during which he had to constantly see his son go from dangerous mission he could die in to another dangerous missions he could die in. He had to see his son actually get defeated hard while he was TRAPPED IN HIS CELL PRAYING and Koutarou did survive but got turned into a ghoul AND fuck okay fuck we know Donato knew Koutarou was alive but WE DON'T KNOW HOW HE LEARNT IT we don't know how long he believed his son was Dead okay I'm crying rn (there's also how his son got beaten down and captured in the previous arc by the very man he's got there on the ceiling)

alsooooo he's got this sliiiight god complex lol

ALSOOOO ghouls wear masks that both represent them (for example one has a white rabbit mask and she's always late, another is nicknamed No Face because 1) his mask is blank 2) he changes masks often 3) he's a mask maker) and hide their civil identity from the CCG when they hunt or fight them.

Here's how Donato uses his mask: he wears it while fighting the Man. He's hiding his feelings, he's hiding himself. He's showing a blank face of supremacy (his nickname is Crown and stuff). WHEN REVEALING HIS GRUDGE AGAINST MAN'S FATHER HE TAKES OFF HIS MASK. When he goes back to fighting he puts it back on!!!! AND in the final fight when he faces his son he takes off his mask RIGHT AWAY he fights without a mask The whole time and he looks sad and sjcdnjfvjdvfnkdjd

ALSO we learn later from a ghoul who has done that (My Favorite Woman, Roma) but ghouls who eat a lot can look younger than they are and Donato looks pretty old but he's the 3rd head of the Clowns and spent 15 years in prison, and the Founder (Roma) says she's 50 and so but she was captured when Old Geezer Head of CCG was still young and she's a professional liar so I think she's at least around a century old and Donato is necessarily older than her so I think he's around somewhere from 150 to 250 years old

I don't know if anything i've just said made sense right now I tried to be organized at first but hhhhhhhhhhhh Donato do be doing that to me

He's just. He's so great. His nickname in the CCG is both Crown and Father (as in Priest but also hhhhhhhhh). He loves his son unconditionally. He's one of the cruelest characters in Tokyo Ghoul (I put him up there in the top 5 along with Eto, Yamori, Kijima and Tokage). The only people he cares about are his son and an alter of the Main Character. He's a lying liar (saying he's not sentimental right after he went out of his way bc of his grudge against Man and Man's father For Example). He's a catholic priest who's the only character in TG not seeing any aspect of the act of Eating as an act of Love (when catholic god is love and catholics eat god's body). He canonically says fuck. Author says he's Russian but he has an Italian name + he's catholic. Author didn't even design him, he's one of two characters Author's friend designed for him. He's SO brutal. There's a panel of him holding dismembered heads BY THE SPINE like hhhhhhhh god i wish that were me

I want to include Every panel here istg he's SO GREAT and he's My Dad and I Love Him here are some posts + some panels because Look at Him

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Adeline Lewandowski AKA “Bean”

(I made this character not long after Kong: Skull Island)

Born in May 9,1935, little Adeline's life already started out with some difficulty, given the country she was born in was still trying to rebuild itself from the first War World. Still, her early life wasn't completely devoid of joy, having two loving parents; her mother an artist and her father, an accountant. She was a bubbly and inquisitive child, who could get into mischief even with the best intentions. Then everything started to fall apart when in 1939, Germany invaded Poland, leaving the family on the run for the next two years but unable to leave the country.

Luckily, a kind elderly deaf man hid them in his cellar, even taught them ASL so they can talk without any noise. However, the years of barely talking and the stress that came from having to stay hidden, caused Adeline to slowly lose her voice. This, on top of the risk of being caught by the SS-Standartenfuhrer, worried her parents who still tried to keep their daughter from completely loosing her spirit. However, despite their best efforts, they were eventually found by the Nazis after someone reported spotting Adeline peaking out the window only for the deaf man to deny anyone there, for his crimes, he was gunned down by the Nazis. Adeline and her mother were separated from the father, and put to work at a concentration camp, never knowing the father died within a year.

For the next 2 years, it was just Adeline and her mother, who only had each other. By this time, Adeline lost her voice completely as she was constantly discouraged by wardens from speaking at all. In 1944, Adeline witnessed her mother beaten to death by her camp's kappa. She had to be held back by the other prisoners as she silently screamed out for her only family left. Finally at her limit with nothing to loose, Adeline made a daring escape on to a delivery ship after first hiding among a pile of corpses. Again, she was spotted on the ship just when they coming across Skull Island and entered its storms. Out of desperation from being discovered and then killed, she managed to kill a Nazi with his own army knife. Adeline had no time to fully comprehend her actions, as the ship's haul was torn open from the merciless waves smashing it into large rocks. She was sure that, at the moment the ocean washed her out into the sea, she was finally going to reunited with her family. By some miracle, this wasn't the end of her story; instead, the waves carried her to Skull Island's shore. She arrived a year after Hank Marlow and Ikari Gunpei crashed here during a dogfight. Just like them, she encountered the island's King, Kong. However, when Kong founded this small defenseless human child, Adeline, even after all the horrors she has witnessed, showed no fear towards the giant ape. In that moment, Kong secretly swore to himself that he won't let this kindred spirit die.