#the gentle wolf

[mochiobonio]

" You're trembling, are you scared?"

" No, I'm not. Because it's you."

[luna-loveboop]

I love Malon.

She sees a face she likes

And she grabs it

It's a love language! She grabs the faces she likes. There's so many times it happened- like every time she was showing affection.

To anyone

Of any species

If you are near Malon and she likes your face it will be grabbed, sorry

She's gonna be such a great mother

Time is not immune, as her husband he signed up for it

Art and comic by Jojo @linkeduniverse au!

[quotelr]

Be gentle, kind and loving as often as you possibly can.

Heather Wolf, Kipnuk Visits Sea Isle

[kirbabes]

I was summoned by the soft!Yan tag. Can you perhaps do a soft wolf boy yan? Big, scary and very aware of how intimidating he is but truly just wants a cute human to snuggle and kiss.

i love writing gentle giants!!! ofc :)

yandere! wolf boy headcannons

yan! wolf boy who lived in the woods near your cottage, staying away from civilization so he doesn't come off as a threat.

yan! wolf who is confused seeing you pick berries in a nearby bush, why are you so deep in the woods? for some berries??

yan! wolf who startles you when he sniffs your back, immediately jumping back at your sudden yelp.

yan! wolf who doesn't understand why you didn't run away from him after you saw him, i mean, he's a 6'7 feral looking wolf-man, why aren't you scared?

yan! wolf who immediately starts to act like a puppy as you reach your hand out to scratch behind his ear as his tail starts to wag.

yan! wolf who won't leave you alone as you leave that area to find more berries.

yan! wolf who picks you up to show you where the most delicious berries are!

yan! wolf who's ears droop in sadness as you explain to him that you have to return home.

yan! wolf who leads you further into the woods and closer to his den as you ask him to lead you outside of the forest. you can't leave him!!

"whaddya mean we're going deeper into the woods? nah, you're just tired and don't remember where you came from! here, lemme carry you!!"

[uhhhj13iguess]

the kind of love you deserve

wc: ~2k

summary: you go on a date with theo, and it's all stiles can think about

this is very loosely edited, be warned

hey, do you mind if i come over?

stiles stared listlessly at your text, legs shaking against his will.

this evening you'd been on a date with theo, and stiles made his stance on the situation clear from the moment you told him about it. he didn't have an ounce of trust in him or his intentions in general. but, when it came to you? he was more wary of theo than he'd ever been.

he didn't know what to say. he didn't own you. but he'd seen the way he had stared you down, the way he flirted with you when he needed an in with scott. he didn't trust him, and he couldn't not say something.

"i don't think you should go, (y/n)." he said firmly, arms crossing over his chest.

you stood shocked. "excuse me?"

"you know i don't trust him. i, i haven't found anything yet but he's slimy and there's something off about him. i don't think you should go out with him, he has to be doing it for a reason."

you let out a scoff at his comment. you expected some pushback: in all honesty, you hoped it would make him a little jealous. but this was just hurtful.

"what, so the reason can't just be that he likes me? that someone might want to take me out? jesus stiles, that's low."

he felt his whole body shake in retaliation. "no no, no, no that's not what i meant, come on, you know that,"

he stepped towards you as you shut your locker door, his hand reaching out for your own. "i just don't want you to get hurt."

you shook your head and pulled back from him. "whatever stiles, i'll let you know how it goes."

those were the last words stiles was left with, and he had no idea what was going on or how you were. he skipped practice and spent the entire evening pacing his room, wondering how your date was going.

he felt sick at the idea of you having a good time. not only did he feel stupid that he lost his chance to ask you out, but to lose it to theo? he couldn't bear the thought of him making you laugh, or worse, having his hands on you. the thought nauseated him.

but he didn't wish for you to have a bad time either. thinking of you being uncomfortable made him dizzy with fear. he couldn't handle the idea of you being hurt, in any way.

so as he saw your text come up a few hours after school ended, he didn't know what to think.

obviously, he instantly invited you over. i mean, what was he going to say, no? of course not. regardless of the outcome, he needed to see you. he needed to hear from you.

he followed his response with another, letting you know the door was unlocked and he was upstairs. he began to tidy what he could of his bedroom, tossing clothes both clean and dirty aimlessly into his closet, trying to make things somewhat presentable.

after about 15 minutes, stiles jumped at the sound of a soft knock on his bedroom door. he turned to see your meek figure hiding away in one of his sweatshirts as you practically cowered in the doorway. you had the hood pulled up so he couldn't see much of your face, but he could hear your soft cries.

stiles's chest felt as though it'd been replaced with a 50-pound weight looking at you.

he set down the hamper he was holding and walked over slowly. "hey..."

you refused to meet his eyes. "hi,"

he reached out for your hand and you took it silently, walking the two of you to his disheveled bed. you sat down on the edge together, stiles running his fingers over the back of your shaking hand.

"you were right."

he looked at you puzzled. "what?"

"you were right, about theo. i should've listened to you. i don't know what I was thinking -- going, I mean. as if anyone would care to take me on a date for real."

you looked down at the two of your hands in your lap. you hadn't yet looked at him. you didn't know how to.

"(y'n), what happened?"

you still didn't know how to, so you didn't meet his eyes as you slowly slipped off your hood. you sat in insecurity, feeling ashamed in your own skin as you sat there.

stiles' skin, on the other hand, was boiling.

his eyes grazed your face, his stomach twisting at the sight of a large gash across your cheek, bruises painted all around. you finally made eye contact with him, tears threatening to spill from your soft eyes as you looked at him for the first time. in turning your head towards him, he got a clear sight of the handprint-shaped bruise revealing itself across your neck and he felt as though his bones were vibrating with anger.

but that wasn't the emotion you needed in this moment, so he held himself back. you needed him to be strong, to care for you. but as soon as you were gone, he was going to have blood on his hands.

he reached up to your cheek slowly, caressing the tinted skin gently under his fingertips. he nearly threw up when he watched you wince in pain, immediately retracting his hand and grabbing yours once again.

"oh my god, (y/n). i, i don't even, are you okay? what happened?"

you grew guilty at the question, breaking eye contact. "I was stupid to even go. i don't know why I assumed he'd want me over to do anything other than fuck me,"

stiles was going to have more than just bloody knuckles.

"i went over, and he just got touchy really fast, and the second I made it clear that wasn't on the agenda, he just... he got, physical with it." you continued.

stiles listened as you spoke, still crandling your hands in his. he let out a shaky breath, trying to get out a question he didn't think he could ask without getting ill.

"did he, i mean, he didn't... did he?" he glanced down at your body.

"no, no nothing like that. i didn't let it get that far. but he just, he just got so angry. instantly. and he grabbed me and threw me, and he held me up by my throat and I,"

"i couldn't breathe stiles. i didn't know what to do."

stiles was going to kill him. he was going to tear every limb off his body one by one as he died a slow and agonizing death, and then he was going to resurrect him on the nemeton just so he could kill him again.

"i just feel so stupid. i should've listened to you, you were right. i don't even know why I'm here, maybe I feel like you deserve the satisfaction of getting to say I told you so." you let out a pained chuckle.

his whole body shook in protest as you spoke. he jumped up in front of you, hands grabbing either side of your shoulders. "no, please don't say that, oh my god (y/n). none of this is your fault, I need you to understand that. i was wrong for intervening to begin with. please, do not put this on yourself."

you shook your head softly against his hands, attempting but failing to avert his gaze.

"(y/n), I'm serious. please, just listen to me."

you let out a sigh, moving to free your body from his grip and leaning your head on his stomach. it was an awkward position for a hug as you sat and he stood, but he enevoped you immediately, wrapping his arms around your upper body and pulling you close.

"i'm so sorry, (y/n). come on, let me clean you up."

you nodded against his torso, letting him grab your hands and lead you toward his bathroom. he helped you slip the sweatshirt off your fragile frame, not having time to acknowledge that you were wearing his sweatshirt. he mentally made a note to review the thought of you wearing his clothes another time. he guided you onto the counter, and you let out a raspy laugh as you watched him frantically dig through the cupboards for a first aid kit.

your face fell quickly though, feeling embarrassed to have bothered stiles to begin with. you wouldn't have even gone on this date if you knew how to control your soul-crushing infatuation with your best friend. you thought theo would be a nice distraction, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been flattered at the attention. yeah, that sure went over well.

stiles met you face to face with his supplies, sick to his stomach as he brought a damp cloth to your cut. he matched the tears flooding your eyes as he cleaned it as gently as he could, seeing you in pain filling his stomach with rocks. he whispered soft apologies to you as he continued, making sure to care for you the best he knew how to.

once he was done, he grabbed your hands again, helping you off the counter and guiding you back into his bedroom. he walked you towards his bed, not letting go of you until you slid under his covers. he practically tucked you in, shrouding you in as many of his pillows as he could find. you snuggled in, feeling your body beginning to relax for the first time that evening.

stiles brushed the hair out of your face with a sweet smile, causing you to blush as you met his eyes. he turned and walked towards the door.

"wait, where --"

he turned to you with a soft smirk on his face. "relax, honey. I'm just going to grab you some ice."

the term of endearment lit your face up like a red light and you silently thanked the universe that he had slipped out prior to seeing your reaction to his comment.

you nearly dozed off in the few minutes he was gone, stirring at the rush of piercing cold against your cheekbone. stiles mumbled a few apologies yet again, raising your hand to meet his and hold the ice pack in contact with your bruised skin. he fumbled his way over you on the bed, crawling across your legs to make his way up to your side. you both blushed as your thighs pressed together as you sat, the close proximity bringing waves of limerence over you two.

you shuffled even closer, if that was possible, resting your head against his chest. he reacting instantly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in. he ran his fingers through your hair, letting his eyes close in the comfort of having you so close.

you let out a sigh. "i'm just sorry again. it was stupid of me to think someone would want to actually take me on a date."

stiles felt his body stiffen, angry at the situation all over again. he tried to weigh his words carefully, but the distaste in his mouth got the best of him.

"i think you just need the right person to show you the kind of love you deserve, if that's even possible. you deserve the world." he added the last part with a whisper.

you scoffed at him, letting out a laugh. "yeah, right stiles. this was my first date in like, forever, and look how it went. I'm starting to think this is what I deserve."

"please don't say that."

"no i mean really, maybe i'm meant to be alone forever. this seems like a pretty clear sign."

"let me try,"

your eyes contorted into a puzzled look. "what?"'

you felt stiles shift under you nervously, fingers trembling in your hair. "i stand by the fact that it isn't humanly possible to give you all that you deserve, but if you let me, I'd really love to try."

you lifted your head slowly to meet his gaze, your head spinning not only at his words but at the feeling of your noses brushing against each other as you looked in his big brown puppy eyes. you smiled as you watched his gaze flickered down to your lips every so often.

"i think that sounds like a date."

[goritevadu]

Just look how gentle Stiles is.

And how he touched Derek's ears. So gentle. Like some treasure.

He is so worried about Derek.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

characters who are gentle by nature are tasty but characters who have to forcibly declaw themselves and bend their vocal chords into a softer shape to treat you the way you deserve are even tastier

[telanadasvhenan]

you see wolf & Deer symbolism and go predator & prey, I see pride & wisdom parallels, we are not the same

[taxidermycanine]

i love you all, remember to keep one another close. tell your friends you care about them today, hold on for a long long time.

if living is all you can manage, then live. you have to live.

[transcendragon]

You Deserve to Live - I’m really happy with how this piece came out. Feels really peaceful. I hope you enjoy it!

My original art made in procreate, image description in alt.

[mandiemegatron]

𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖, 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖

𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝕩 𝕔𝕚𝕤!𝕗𝕖𝕞 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕: 𝟙𝟠+. 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 (𝕗𝕖𝕞. 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘), 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕪-𝕕𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕪 𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕦 🤭💖

𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎, 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏. 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙀 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏!

𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @wolfegoddess ! 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 🥺💖💋 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴, 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘠𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺!

Being the partner of Kaku meant keeping private was a must.

No one really knew you existed, but you knew it was for your own safety. Being part of CP9 was difficult enough for Kaku, but having a weakness, such as yourself, made the man incredibly anxious.

You sighed through your nose as your Den Den began ringing again, not even an hour after you'd already hung up on your lover. Rolling your eyes slightly, you lifted the receiver and drawled out,

“Yes, my love?”

There was silence on the other end before a soft chuckle rang through, the sound making your heart leap in your chest as you realized it was not Kaku on the other line.

“Y/N.”

Your jaw dropped in shock and nervousness, a shaky laugh leaving you as you nearly coughed out,

“Ah, Mr. Blueno sir, I am so sorry, I was not expecting your call.”

The Den Den frowned slightly, showing the expression of the man on the other line as he bit out jokingly,

“I couldn't tell.”

There was a more comfortable silence after a moment, your eyes unwavering from the Den Den Mushi as you finally asked,

“Is… is something wrong?”

Blueno cleared his throat gently before replying,

“Kaku asked me to check on you.”

You couldn't stop the slightly annoyed groan that left you, holding your burning face in a weak palm as you barely got out,

“I'm so sorry.”

There was confusion from the man as he asked,

“Why?”

You sighed softly through your nose before you replied,

“You have much more important things to do with your life, I know this for a fact.”

There was silence from Blueno for a moment before he commented lightly,

“You are important to Kaku, which makes you important to all of us. It's no bother.”

You frowned slightly, metaphorically holding your heart in your hands as it raced. It was rare for Blueno to speak to you, let alone to reassure you like this and it made you feel… special.

“... Thank you, sir.”

You could practically hear the amusement in his voice as he commented back,

“You're welcome. I'll call again soon, if he asks. Kaku apologizes for being so busy.”

You shook your head even though he couldn't see it, throwing your Den Den a soft look as you laughed slightly,

“I'm not bothered, truly. I know how important his job is, and I understand how hard it is. I'm not worried in the slightest.”

There was another moment of silence before you continued,

“... He always comes home. No matter what.”

Blueno gave a hum in response, clearly impressed with your answer.

“Enjoy your afternoon, Y/N.”

“You as well, sir. Thank you.”

Click.

Sighing to yourself, you hung up the receiver and fed your Den Den a piece of crisp lettuce, his favourite snack. Patting his little eyeballs gently, you then moved away from your comfy chair and decided to pass time with a bath, making your way to the washroom and grabbing a change of clothes on the way.

It wasn't long until you were resting comfortably in the bath, the tub filled to the brim with vanilla scented bubbles. You had your eyes closed, soft music playing from a radio off to the side. After what felt like at least an hour, you sat up and ran a lazy hand through your now soft hair, breathing a gentle sigh as you peeked your eyes open, only to shriek as you suddenly came face to face with someone.

Whipping a hand back, you punched out, quick and hard, just like Kaku taught you and you hit flesh, hearing a crash and a groan as you pulled yourself up from the tub. Breathing heavily, you peeked over the massive amount of bubbles and gasped in shock as you saw none other than Kaku laying on the floor, a dazed expression on his face with a red welt steadily growing on his cheek.

“You… did great, my love,” he croaked out, slowly, groaning to himself as he pulled himself into a cross-legged position. Your mouth dropped open in shock, staring at your lover (who was not due to be home for another few days, mind you) before you nearly leapt from the tub, tears and bubbles stinging your eyes as you crashed into him.

“You're home,” you blubbering out, pressing your naked and soaked body to his as you peppered his face with warm kisses. Strong arms wrapped around you and your favourite sound of chuckling met your ears as calloused fingers ran over your slippery back.

“I sure am, little filly mine.”

Sniffling with a sad frown, you stared up at him with wide eyes, confused though elated he was home so early.

“But… Mr. Blueno called… he said-”

Kaku laughed, his cheeks tinted pink as he stared back with a bright reply of,

“All part of the plan!”

He grinned and pulled you closer, pressing a hot kiss to your forehead before he murmured gently,

“And I think I pulled it off pretty well.”

You laughed in response, curling into him for a moment before pulling back, slightly embarrassed and flustered as you pulled him from the floor.

“I'm so sorry my love-” you started, only to be cut off as Kaku pulled you into a deep kiss, one of his hands cradling the back of your head. He pulled back for only a moment to reply softly,

“Never apologize for being on your toes. You did good, my darling.”

Next thing you knew, you were both back in the tub, your back pressed against his toned chest as he pressed butterfly kisses to the side of your face. You turned your head slightly and pressed a kiss to his nose, pulling a weak chuckle from him as one of his hands wandered lower.

Your head fell back against the front of his shoulder, cradled against the side of his face as his fingers pressed over your warmth.

“I'm going to make it up to you,” he murmured against your hair, his eyes shut as he breathed you in.

“You have nothing to make up for,” you replied just as softly, one of your hands moving to hold his face in your palm. He practically purred into your touch, a low rumble vibrating from his chest against your back.

“I've been away too long,” he continued, almost as if you hadn't even spoken. His fingers pressed into you, and your eyes rolled back, the familiar feeling of him filling you making your stomach filp and your heart stutter.

Kaku's voice held a tone of certainty as he promised,

“... I'm going to make it up to you.”

[vintra-lavellan]

An amateur analysis of Rook's theme: Not The Chosen One

NOT a music expert and super open to corrections but I think Rook's theme Not The Chosen One is pretty neat—it weaves together three groups of motifs to represent three central figures in DATV: Rook, Solas, and the Evanuris.

Rook: breathing, beats, and strings in staccato.

0:00, but most especially after 0:30. We hear rapid breathing, some beats, and flourishes. These seem to convey the frenetic pace, the controlled panic, with which Rook must act and often does. It feels like Rook is running out of breath.

We also hear at around here the start of quick, detached bowings. Maybe violins? Maybe the cello?

Violins are often the central instrument, and in my head it is the instrument of choice for representing the player character. Our favorite Lost Elf Theme is akin to a duet between the violin and the cello, a final debate between a pleading Inquisitor and Solas. If it is a cello, it works well too—Rook, Solas' mirror.

In Not the Chosen One, the strings in staccato are no different—it carries the tune, the time-ticking feeling, through markedly short bows.

The use of strings in staccato here is a sharp contrast to the cello's smooth, sustained strokes (legato) that we associate with Solas. I like to think it's evocative of Rook's relative youth and position as a "narrative foil" to the Dread Wolf.

Solas: Cello, of course. In legato bowing.

At around 0:50, a familiar, mournful cello creeps in to contrast the strings. Solas.

The cello here doesn't take center stage like it gloriously does in the Dread Wolf Theme or as brutally and honestly regretful as it does in the Lost Elf Theme.

Instead, it's in the background. Underpinning the piece. You would barely notice it if you were not listening carefully, but it makes the piece feel fuller.

It is Solas, still mournful, speaking, guiding from the background, as he does in DATV.

The Evanuris. The otherwordly, digital flairs and horns.

Someone on Tumblr (can't find the original post) made an astute observation about how the Evanuris themes are heavily drawn on digital sounds to convey their otherworldliness, their warpedness. Super agree.

The Evanuris linger from the very beginning in flairs. High pitched, digitally altered horns pierce the start of the piece and throughout the interplay of Rook's breathing, their strings, and Solas' cello like a threat. In fact, a horn at 0:29 initiates Rook's running at 0:30.

The digital horns are apt—I like to think it's a callback to the darkspawn horns of the Origins theme, but warped, twisted, and advanced, as the Evanuris and the Sixth Blight are to previous blights. The horns persist heavily also in Elgarnan's theme, Eldest of the Sun (the beginning in his theme feature grand, deliberate, and slow horns, reminiscent of the Origins theme.)

At 1:20, Ghilan'nain enters. A warped wind instrument, maybe a flute, more like a harmonica. We know this is her because this is the same instrument used in her theme (see 0:32 of Mother of the Halla). She features heavily here as she does in the main story as the genius controlling the Blight.

Ghilan'nain persists for a while, rising and rising alongside the cello until around 2:00...

At 2:00, Solas' cello returns center stage in a mournful but determined passage (2:00-2:30). It is remarkable here that the cello, Solas, is carrying the main melody alone, against the digital sound, the horns, the flairs, and the strings. This is arguably the most memorable section and the most honest we see of Solas here, reminscent of his honesty in the Lost Elf Theme—no wonder this passage features heavily in the endings and meshes well with the Lost Elf reprise in the Atonement ending.

After 2:30, Rook's short-bowing strings regain control, but our other motifs—our lone cello and our Evanuris punctuating the soundscape—remain until the end.

ALSO the title is perfect. This song is about Rook, thrown into a chaos. They are not the chosen one (they are not the Hero of Ferelden nor the Inquisitor, whom Thedas views as sacrosanct "chosen ones"), they are tasked with the impossible, but they managebto weave through three major powers anyway—Solas and the last two Evanuris. This is what they do in this piece—they begin harried, uncertain... then they are guided, then they are almost bested by the Evanuris and Solas, but they survive and regain their voice in the end.

[anghraine]

i just saw someone say that faramir is infuriating because he's self-aggrandizing in claiming that he won't act in any way that doesn't befit his status, and on one hand - i understand the root of it? he does have a courteous, almost formal style of talking. he does openly claim that he would not take this mysterious power (before he knew about the ring) if it was on the highway. he agrees to denethor's characterization that he wants to appear noble like a king of old.

but on the other hand i'm straining at the bit to defend my baby because - infuriating?? when he lives up to the words he is saying?? when the text shows over and over that he's loved by his people, that he genuinely tries to live by those standards (and seems to succeed) - him not killing even animals unnecessarily, him riding back for his men. even his proclaimed dream to see gondor's tree bloom and peace restored, is supported by him seemingly making that transition from steward to king as smooth as possible?

maybe it's because i instantly liked him so much. it just caught me so off guard because this particular criticism never ever crossed my mind. so funny how people will interpret the same thing differently. to some internet user out there, his words are self-aggrandizing. to me, his words are straightfoward and supported by actions - dreamboat central.

Hi, anon! I'm pretty much with you on this one. I've seen the occasional post like that, and I can understand finding his style grating (though I personally love it) or disliking the general baggage associated with Tolkien's handling of Númenóreanness (there's a considerable degree of classism and racism built in to the presentation of Elves and peredhil/Númenóreans in LOTR in particular, while later texts like "The Mariner's Wife" are relatively more nuanced).

But the idea that Faramir is essentially just performing the appearance of high virtue as a sort of imitation of Númenórean cultural values without actually possessing those values or the virtues of the best of them just seems a profound misinterpretation to me. He has flaws, but he's not a hypocrite and he does not fail to live up to his presentation of himself at any point.

He's exactly what he appears to be, a stern and intelligent young man out of step with the current trends of his culture, who still cares deeply about his people and their allies. He's potentially highly dangerous in the way of Denethor and Aragorn, and like them, his personality is hard and unbending when it comes down to it, but he's also gentler than either—the combination of his willingness to act on the threat he represents if necessary and ethically justifiable, with a deep compassion and sympathy for others (even animals), is distinct and really interesting.

I think there's a very important distinction between Faramir performing virtue and gentleness and putting on the persona of a great Númenórean lord in times of peace, and Faramir presenting himself as he truly is and then suiting actions to words, despite the fundamental antipathy between his temperamental inclinations and the circumstances he's been placed in.

[visceravalentines]

you see the deer on the highway of course, we know this. you know that soft and gentle fucker deserved it. what you don't see is that you're a deer too. same lost look in the eyes. same skin stretched tight over the bone. what you don't see is that you aren't any different or better or stronger than the other deer for the way you stand on the shoulder and dare the cars to hit you. what you don't understand is that they already have. you are the roadkill. you have been from the start. you are the warning to the other deer what will befall him if he doesn't address this rot inside him. if he doesn't walk away and leave the road behind. you thought you left it behind. you were staring into the headlights the whole time. never moved a muscle. but you saved him, you did. took the hit he couldn't take. took it hard. and the image of you lying on the asphalt will stay burned into his big liquid eyes for the rest of his life. he'll never be the same. because he's seen your insides and knows they look just like his own. and you didn't deserve it. neither did the deer.

[fromtheseventhhell]

"Sansa = Ned 2.0 and Arya = Catelyn 2.0" is one of those takes where you can just tell people are more attached to the aesthetic than anything. "The Stark girls are most like the parent they look least like" sounds good on paper and people run with the idea, regardless of how it actually fits into the story. A majority of the justification relies on misinterpreting all of their characters + a healthy dose of fanon. What gets me is that this is the same fandom that insists that Lyanna, only compared to Arya in the text, is equal parts Arya and Sansa but Ned and Catelyn, two fully fleshed-out and complex characters, have to be more like one girl or the other? There's just nothing in the story to justify being so adamant about these comparisons. Arya and Sansa have parallels with both of their parents but at the end of the day, they are unique characters with their own stories. I'll never understand why people want to flatten these complex characters down to their most basic tropes and fit them into restrictive boxes just for a "poetical~" comparison.

[hedwig221b]

WIP Whenever + Seven Sentence Sunday

So I was tagged several times by amazing people: @patolemus and @endwersed, thank you for tagging me! 💗

Here's a lil thingie from my bone witch!Stiles AU

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At last, he stopped and pinned Stiles down with a stare. “You thought I wouldn’t come, didn’t you?”

Stiles’ heart plummeted. “Derek…”

“You thought I would abandon you? How low do you think of me?”

He couldn’t bear to hear this voice, so dear to him, tremble with the poorly hidden anger and hurt. Unable to stay still, Stiles stepped towards the wolf.

“I think of you as an alpha loyal to his bones,” he said with heat. “Loyal to his pack first. Priorities, Derek.”

“You—” Derek snapped his mouth shut and closed his eyes.

Stiles’ heart melted just a bit. His bones were filled with warmth once more.

Slowly, he walked up to the wolf and placed his hand on his tense shoulder. Derek didn’t react apart from shifting his gaze to him.

“I am not your pack,” Stiles said as gently as he could, even though the words felt like nettle against his tender throat. “And I do not expect you to come running to my defense every time another idiot stumbles upon my home. I appreciate it, but I do not expect. Especially not when you have two newly turned pups running around…”

“They are grown adults,” Derek noticed in a low voice.

Stiles arched his eyebrow. “Then why are there shadows under your eyes?”

Derek looked at him for some time before the corner of his lips tugged up.

Stiles grinned. “Sit down, alpha.” He patted Derek on the shoulder and pushed him towards the chair. “I’ll make you something to eat.”

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Not tagging anyone cause I missed all the deadlines lmao, it's not Wednesday, Sunday, and not even seven sentences. Either way, if you read this, I wish for the inspiration to bonk you on the forehead like bonk-bonk and bam! 💥 the writer's block is gone