#this is actually kinda dark if you think about it

[guzmawife]

🍓: he had no job when i met him but now he works at a high school as an errand boy / security (his children attend said school). hes the guy they call in when a real teacher needs to use the bathroom so he can watch the class. or to retrieve some papers from the printer. go get me that thing boy.

🍒: probably just chilling at home with snacks and movies and fast food. or chillen at the beach. 🏝️

🍎: tapu cocoa.. we all know dis.. hot sweet drinks…

🍉: hes not religious other than believing that a higher power exists. hi arceus..

🍑: totally more comfortable giving gifts. hes used to taking care of others so it’s pretty natural for him to be giving. he has no issue receiving but its not rlly a priority since he didnt come from much so hes used to not rlly asking for much.

🍊: i make him peel it. he knows my paws and claws have to stay clean… he’s comfortable with getting dirty and i am not!

🥭: no i domt think so. his dad was a prick and said shit like. Youre not a woman so you dont need those. fuckkkk that guy.

🍍: probably him being mentally manipulated and abused! 😿 killing all the people that taught him he wasn’t anything and made him feel like he had to act out in order to prove himself to others. hhhggffg. he deserves to be loved.

🍌: he likes to be in the dark. das it. no specific reason why.

🍋: he would probably change his hothead nature bc he doesn’t like how quickly he gets upset and makes bad decisions. and his hairline.

🍋‍🟩: he tells people if you squish bugs more will keep showing up. as a joke. heehe. sorry im gonna squish them still im a pussy.. thats probably why they keep showing up though. i have an actual curse. maybe he’s right man…

🍈: he thinks fate is bogus and if you want something to happen you have to make it happen.

🍏: hes bisexual and questioning demisexuality, he learned of his bisexuality through being in denial of liking the same sex and being like. This is ruining my tough guy personality. This can’t be. but then it kept happening and he was like man fuck this whatever. what the hell sure. he became normal. he’s still figuring out the demisexuality, to put it simply he just doesnt want to engage in sexual acts with anyone unless he has a genuine connection to them. it also just feels better for him. sorry for airing out your business Anywayyyyyy. Anyway.

🍐: he’s a nail biter its kinda gross sorry man. his nails are short always so i make him do short nail tasks since my nails are usually pretty long. i think he bounces his legs sometimes too. he knows i hate that shit thou so he tries not to. usually i just leave so he can shake all he wants. then hes like what wait no….

🥝: he would totally let me do his makeup. we’re both pretty lazy when it comes to makeup so we don’t so anything complex. i just do mascara and corner highlights and SOMETIMES lipstick and that’s it. #autistic i cant stand having too much shit ok my face. this isn’t even about me brah. he does simple makeup too since he’s just not super experienced. he just tries things sometimes but he’s not a professional. he just wants to look cool.

🫒: he’s a big hugger he squeezes too tight but it feels good though…. (´ ω `♡) he likes to be hugged too! yey!

🫐: definitely more of an artist he actually keeps a sketchbook. right brained yeah.

🍇: if we never met i think he might still be getting himself into some trouble tbh. he’s pretty stubborn.

🥥: he draws he plays games. he works out. he cooks. i think he would want to get into gardening but his location doesn’t allow for it since it’s always fucking raining.

🍅: i think he would get me testosterone or something that i can’t possibly get safely right now. or like. my own living space. or some rare pokemon card / plush that costs more than an organ online. sigh. or probably 1 billion dollars. muhehw.

🌶️: he drinks ginger ale. ginger ale the ultra cure.

🫚: hes not picky. he cant eat beans bc hes allergic to them. but i dont think hes picky since he has to make sure his kids eat first. so he eats whatevers left from them. leftover amalgamation.

🥕: he didnt like them but he ate them anyway bc his parents were mean :(

🧅: he cries when hes angry like super fuming. and when hes thinking about his past. hes just mad at himself for what happened and how he handled things. Basically. getting manipulated and taken advantage of makes him upset and he cries. he doesnt cry at movies unless he relates to them.

🌽: does bugs counts as animal. He likes dogs. and isopods. and other sea creatures.

🥦: pet peeves are getting called ‘boy’ or ‘kid’. i used to call him boy all the time just by habit and he would Not like that. “I’m not a boy. I’m a man. stop callin me dat…” okaaayyy whatevar. he doesnt have an issue with me calling him dude tho. despite being his lover. which is a little funny. um what else. people not knocking before entering. leaving empty cartons and stuff in the fridge or cabinet. ppl telling him he looks tired. or people calling him old. not that he has an issue with old people (😽) but its like. How did you even reach that conclusion.

🥒: hes afraid of ultra beasts a little.. specifically uh whats its name. nihilego. that bird that i hate. middle finger emoji. hes like. a little more hesitant with UBs than regular mons. he’s also got a fear of getting lost.

🥬: beige flags auumm i hate his ugly fucking sunglasses. and when he says. ya boy (pinches the space between my brows). peeing with the door open. he does that thing where u can feel him looking at you waiting to turn around during the movie so he can kiss you. theres probably more. im very good at complaining.

🫛: he loves to think of new pet names for me to see how i will react. he’d be like. “goodnight honeypie” and id be like “oh…. yeah… 😽” he also likes them too but most of the time i just call him musham or guzma bc i like saying his name. then he’s like. Why dont you call me anything else…. (sad puppy eyes). he likes when i call him mumu or honey. i calll him princess sometimes but its rare. princess is like his top pet name for me. meeooww. sometimes i call him Boss. thats For when. Im teasing Him. That one Makes his Ears turn Red. For special Occasions. meow.

🫑: he’s had a number of near death experiences so he’s pretty afraid of death. he has no lofty life goals. he just wants his family safe. wants to travel too and have good genuine relationships.

🥑: not super niche but cosmetics and nail art. he also likes cooking and insects and drawing. just things he grew to like from being around his family. or trying to distract himself from his own issues.

🍠: he likes to go to the beach and sit listening to the waves (same). he also likes to paint his or others nails when he’s bored. “gimme yer hands i wanna try sumn”. yknow.

🍆: favorite scent is meeeeeee… i kid i kid. probably like. Ugh. baked goods. Sugar smell. Rain smell 👎🏾 i hate rain smell but he likes it. i don’t think he has any specific least favorite smells other than the usual like peepee and caca yknow.

🧄: allergic to beans

🥔: he makes japanese curry a lot. easy to make in large portions for his 75million children. i like rice so he usually makes rice dishes for me. i don’t cook very often but when i do its cultural foods since he doesn’t know those recipes. he likes those. yom. he wants to learn baking but just hasn’t had the chance or motivation.

🍄‍🟫: i think he would wanna be a mewtwo or something. super strong and cool nonchalant. if we’re talking irl mytho creatures, cerberus. that guy cool as shit. #swagger.

this took me three whole days to answer. enjoyable experience rlly made me think. sorry for any typos i used swipe typing for parts of this 😿.

@sylvie-wants-your-dogs hi : )

the ULTIMATE f/o infodumping ask game!

(this is gonna be a long one...)

🍓 - disregarding the career your f/o currently has, what other career would they consider going into, if given the chance?

🍒 - if your f/o and you spend a day doing anything, anything at all, what would they do and why?

🍎 - what's your f/o's favorite drink? any drink, alcoholic or non alcoholic!

🍉 - is your f/o religious? what's their opinion on religion or spirituality?

🍑 - is your f/o more comfortable giving or receiving gifts? why? do they have any preferences on gifts they like receiving?

🍊 - if you asked your f/o to peel an orange for you, what would they do?

🥭 - did your f/o have stuffed animals growing up? do they still have stuffed animals? do they have a favorite?

🍍 - if you could change any one thing about your f/os backstory/character, what would you change? why?

🍌 - does your f/o have a vendetta against The Big Light™? what kind of lighting do they prefer?

🍋 - if your f/o could change one thing about themselves, what would they change and why?

🍋‍🟩 - is your f/o superstitious? is there any habits they follow or quirks they have to follow said superstitions? like not opening umbrellas indoors to avoid back luck?

🍈 - does your f/o believe in fate? do they thing everything is preplanned out by the universe or a higher power, or do they think that the idea of fate is bogus? why?

🍏 - if you have any queer headcanons for your f/o, how did they realize they were queer?

🍐 - does your f/o have any nervous ticks or idle quirks they do? like mindlessly tapping on a desk or fiddling with their hair when they're stressed?

🥝 - would your f/o ever let you do their make-up? what does their make-up process look like? is it simple? complex?

🫒 - what kind of hugger is your f/o? do they give good hugs? do they like hugs? do they like receiving hugs?

🫐 - is your f/o more of a writer or an artist? would you say your f/o is more left or right brained?

🍇 - if you and your f/o never met, what do you think your f/o would be doing right now?

🥥 - what hobbies does your f/o have? is there any hobby they would like to get into that they haven't tried out yet? what is it?

🍅 - if your f/o could buy you any gift in the world, whether it exists or not, what would they buy you? or, if they could make you something, what would it be?

🌶️ - does your f/o have any remedies they follow when they get sick? like taking a shot of whiskey to get rid of a fever?

🫚 - is your f/o a picky eater? is there any foods they will not under any circumstances, gun to their head, eat?

🥕 - when your f/o was little, did they dislike vegetables? do they still dislike them?

🧅 - what makes your f/o cry? do they get emotional at sad movies or books? do they only get emotional under very rare circumstances?

🌽 - does your f/o have a favorite animal? what is it? are they scared of any animals?

�� - does your f/o have any pet peeves? things that just really really get on their nerves? what are they and why?

🥒 - what's your f/o afraid of? do they have any phobias? anything minor they're scared of?

🥬 - what are some beige flags your f/o has? so, not bad, but not nessecarily good either. just. "oh. you do This."

🫛 - how does your f/o feel about pet names or nicknames? do they like them? hate them? what are their favorites and least favorites to be called and to use?

🫑 - how does your f/o feel about death? are they afraid of it? is there anything specific they'd like to do before they die?

🥑 - is there any niche topics your f/o is interested in? what are they and why do they like them?

🍠 - what are a few of your f/os favorite pastimes or things that they do when they're bored?

🍆 - does your f/o have a favorite scent? why is it their favorite? do they have a least favorite scent?

🧄 - does your f/o have any allergies? food or otherwise?

🥔 - does your f/o have any food dishes they make often? is there any foods you make for your f/o that they enjoy?

🍄‍🟫 - if your f/o could be any mythological species, what would they be? if your f/o is already a mythological species, would they ever want to be human?

I recommend practicing reblog karma ! people love infodumping about their f/os :) I also recommend sending more than one emoji at a time,,, there are Many here...!!!

[bbyseok]

More teen satosugu x reader please!

thinking about clingy teen satosugu who only get even clingier when they suddenly get hit with a curse that turns them into… dogs?

a pair of wolves, to be exact. it’s so blatantly obvious on who’s who—there’s one wolf with fur as white as the first winter’s snow and uncanny blue eyes. the other is the color as dark as night with a pair of warm purple hues that strike into your soul.

they sit at yaga’s side like loyal lapdogs—only to perk up immediately to run and tackle you to the floor as soon as you set foot in the classroom.

“what the—?!” you splutter in surprise, unable to escape their wrath of licks descending upon your face as you look to yaga for help.

the principal simply crosses his arms and shakes his head. “satoru and suguru got hit with a curse.” and that’s it to his entire explanation, as it’s very obvious what happened to them.

when you finally manage to shove their muzzles away from your face, you groan in disbelief. “how long are they going to be stuck like this?”

“no clue.”

so just like that, you’re suddenly a caretaker for two oversized puppies who can’t seem to leave you alone—because apparently they absolutely refuse to hang out with anyone else.

they follow you literally everywhere on campus like a pair of lost puppies— you find it funny and even almost endearing out of all things.

coincidentally, this is after the night you had discovered them sharing your bed after you returned early from a solo mission. they had merely scampered out of your room after that—leaving you unable to ask them why they were in your bed in the first place.

and you certainly can’t ask them now.

“i thought you started smoking again?”

shoko shakes her head at your question, the faintest of smirks ghosting over her lips. “i did. but i think this is a better way to spend my time.” and then she nods to the two wolves sitting in front of you both.

you’re out on one of the training fields with shoko and your classmates-turned-dogs to test their… abilities. they lack any cursed energy, so it’s safe to assume that they can’t use their techniques.

“bet if you threw a stick, they’d fetch it for you,” a rare snicker comes from shoko along with her suggestion.

to which you simply roll your eyes at, but you find yourself grabbing a lengthy stick anyways. you’re unaware of how satoru’s and suguru’s eyes follow the item in your hand like moths to a flame as you hand it to shoko.

your short-haired friend flings the stick, but the boys don’t even dare to flinch. it’s quiet, save for the occasional thumping of their tails on the floor.

“see?” you shoot shoko a pointed look. she merely shrugs. when you walk over to pick the stick back up, you throw your friend a question over your shoulder, “did you know satoru and suguru were sneaking in my room at night while i’ve been gone?”

it’s news to her, but she doesn’t appear to be surprised in the slightest. “nope. sounds like something they’d do though.”

you grab the stick off the grass, turning to look at her and your classmates-turned-dogs. your gaze lingers on the canines for a moment. they’re obviously smarter than normal dogs, but you’re not sure about the extent of how well they can understand you in these forms.

“well.. i think they were kinda cute actually,” you confess, dragging your gaze back to shoko with a laugh, “you should’ve seen them, being all cuddly.”

a grim line settles on shoko’s lips at the image. “pass.”

you laugh again before turning and throwing the stick as hard as you can across the field. you watch it land several feet away, and then—

gojo and geto race past you, nothing but blurs of fur as they race each other to reach the piece of wood you had tossed. it’s hard to see who gets there first, because they start wrestling for the damn thing.

shoko simply snorts. “told ya.”

later on, with nighttime making its approach, the boys follow you into your dorm, seemingly determined to still accompany you. you hadn’t been sure on what to feed them since dog food seemed rather crude, settling to share your dinner with them.

and here you are, slipping into bed. just the night before, you had seen them all cozy under your blanket. in all actuality, you wouldn’t have minded sharing the bed with them. (depsite how cramped it would’ve been.) it’s just that now… they’re wolves.

suguru is beside you, circling in place in an effort to get comfortable on the blanket, whilst satoru opts for plopping his fluffy self riiiiight on your stomach. you emit an ‘oof!’ at his ministrations, but the white canine merely fixes you with a puppy-dog stare and you don’t go to protest.

“comfy, you two?” you hum out an inquiry, to which they snuggle into you further.

geto tucks himself closely by your side, burying himself under your arm as his silky fur tickles your skin. and gojo wiggles his chin on your abdomen, sky blue eyes already starting to flutter sleepily.

when you doze off, you dream of wolves and sticks.

and when you wake, it’s not the morning light trickling into the space of your room that stirs you from your slumber. rather, it’s the sound of gentle breathing and— heavy weight atop you.

it’s satoru and suguru, still in their spots from when they had fallen asleep, except— they’re humans again.

gojo’s body is draped over yours, one of his lanky legs dangling off the small mattress hilariously, his head lying just below your chest with his arms laxly wrapped around your abdomen. and geto is hugging your side, the air of his steady breaths hot on the skin of your neck. his long hair is messy, brushing against the underside of your chin.

oh.

oh shit.

what the hell are you supposed to do now? you obviously can’t move, not with all three of your bodies so intimately entangled with each other. you decide to risk it, trying to calm your racing heart and gingerly attempting to sit up.

you’re halfway there, when geto suddenly grumbles and yanks you back down to the pillows again. “s’too early to move,” he says in a hazy mumble.

aaaaand there goes your heart again. before you can reply, you here gojo groan sleepily, and he then manages to get out a groggy “good morning.”

“…good morning,” you follow up, now hyperaware of their touch, “i see that you’re not dogs anymore…”

satoru blinks owlishly, seeming to finally notice your… predicament. but he also seems more irked by where geto is, so crawls up to be on your other side, planting his face right into your neck too.

“a wonderful observation,” suguru murmurs in a small snicker.

it’s quiet for a few moments, and it’s obvious that they aren’t planning to move from their spots any time soon. (you think you can get used to it.)

you decide it’s the perfect time to ask: “care to tell me why you were in my bed the other night?”

gojo mumbles something, but you can see the tips of his ears flush a pretty pink. suguru is the one who speaks up again after a moment. “…we missed you.”

“..oh.” your face feels warm at the simple confession, and an airy laugh breezes out of you at how— adorable their reasoning is. “well.. i missed you guys too.”

satoru hums an acknowledgment at that. there’s silence again for a while, before he breaks it. “you think we’re cute?”

oh— so they were able to understand you as dogs. you groan, moving an arm to cover your eyes out of slight embarrassment. “shut up. you two were the ones who sneaking into my room.”

“that was suguru’s idea-”

“you snuck in on your own, satoru.”

“you used their shampoo!”

“you stole their shirts first!”

“i can still kick you off this bed.”

“i’d like to see you try.”

you groan once more—albeit a fond sound—still trapped between them, “i wish you two were dogs again.”

[star-writes-sometimes]

raaah I love tattooartist!thanos

what if like during our session we were to pass out (ik bae checks up on us but still pass out)

a/n - i absolutely love this ask thank you much!! i kinda hate how this turned out but it was driving me insane so im deciding its as good as i could do :)

c/w - fluff, tattoos, food/forgetting to eat mentioned, passing out

—

“fuck, beautiful, what’d i do to deserve this sight?” thanos asks teasingly with that dumb flirty smirk on his face.

you don’t have the energy to roll your eyes like you usually do. for the first time in a while you’re nervous about getting a tattoo. you’ve wanted a rib tattoo since you started your tattoo pinterest board but you know how much it’s going to hurt.

it didn’t help that the last over the last couple of months, your attraction to your tattoo artist turned has into a full blown crush. 

after your first tattoo you assumed his flirty behaviour was just his way of getting consistent clients. you didn’t mind, he was pretty and it felt nice to have his attention. yet, as you had more and more sessions, his cheesy flirting seemed to get more and more sincere and it’s left you wondering if he actually likes you.

you’re sitting on his tattoo bench with your shirt taped up at your boobs. the stencil is already placed and thanos is holding the needle in his hand ready to start but you can hardly focus. the air feels hot and your clothes feel itchy and your mouth feels dry and fuck did you remember to eat today?

you’re snapped out of your thoughts by thanos turning on the needle. he gives you a wide smile and runs his free hand along your stomach. the action would normally reassure you at least a bit but it all just felt wrong today.

“ready?” he asks sweetly.

and against your better judgment you nod.

as the needle touches your skin you relax a bit. it was just a tattoo, why were you so worried? you’d done this multiple times before, you knew what it was going to feel like-

fuck.

that isn’t the normal tattoo pain. as he moves the needle across the ridges of your ribs it feels a hot knife is carving a canyon in your skin. the pain is blistering and you have to squeeze your eyes shut, trying desperately to focus on your breathing.

after almost two full minutes of this torture he pulls away to check on you. you know he’s asking if you’re okay but it sounds like he’s underwater and you can’t focus on any specific word.

your shyness feels like the main villain because you want to tell him that something is wrong. you should tell him that something is wrong. but he’s glancing up at you with that stupid smile and he’s rubbing his thumb affectionately against your skin, patiently waiting for your answer and you just don’t want him to think less of you.

it’s entirely illogical but you don’t want him to think you were pussying out because of the pain. and you don’t want to admit you were dumb enough to forget something as simple as eating. and you most definitely don’t want him to know about your feelings.

his ego doesn’t need that.

“yeah, yeah, i’m okay,” you finally say and offer him a small smile.

it must be convincing enough because he frowns but nods and turns the needle back on.

as the needle touches your skin again you immediately start regretting every decision you’ve ever made. the smart part of your brain knows that thanos would be more than kind if you asked to stop and reschedule the appointment. unfortunately, that part of your brain is being drowned out by the part of your brain screaming at the pain.

a rhythmic thumping fills your head and darkness creeps into the edges of your vision. your chest seems to get tighter and you wonder if this is how you’re going to die before you feel nothing at all.

thanos feels your body go limp and quickly turns the needle off, “flower?!”

his hands cup your face and he starts tapping on your cheek rapidly. your eyes flutter open and you squint up at him, flinching slightly from how close he was to your face.

“fuckin’ christ, beautiful, you gave me a scare,” he says with a nervous laugh. he pushes your hair out of your face and smiles softly.

“sorry,” you say, feeling your face get hot with embarrassment as you realise what has happened. you sit up properly and offer a small anxious smile as he hands you an unopened waterbottle, “thank you.”

“what happened, love?” he asks. god why did he have to look at you with such genuine care? why was it these moments were reserved for when you were alone together? why did he have to be so pretty?

you give a pathetic shrug and look away from him as you slowly sip the water, “i don’t know… i’ve never passed out before.”

he hums in thought and rests his hand on your thigh. his thumb rubs circles on your bare skin in a familiar and comforting gesture, “have you eaten today?” 

you wince as if he had asked a deeply personal question, “i think i ate lunch.”

his eyes go comically wide and he grabs your hands to pull you closer to him, “baby! that was six hours ago you know you need to eat before getting a tat!”

your shame only grows and you squeeze your eyes shut and nod, “i know.”

he sighs dramatically and stands up. he takes off his gloves and throws them out before offering his hand to you, “come on, pretty.”

you finally look up at him with a confused expression and try to speak, “what-”

“you know for most clients i would almost prefer it if they passed out during tattoos, but i like talking to you, flower. so, i want you at full strength, let’s go get you something to eat. then if you’re up for it, we can finish your tat or we can just reschedule,” he has a cheshire cat grin and makes grabby hands at you.

you take his hands with a small smile and he pulls you up. you untape your shirt and adjust your clothes to be appropriate again. 

“we don’t have to reschedule, i don’t wanna be annoying,” you say softly.

he laughs and throws an arm around your shoulder as he leads you out of his room, “honestly beautiful, i would almost prefer if you reschedule, it gives me an excuse to see you again soon.”

you smile and nod. the reception room is empty, everyone else had gone home for the day. but, before you two walked out of the building his arm tightens around you and he leans down to your ear.

“never pull that shit again, okay, princess? you tell me if you haven’t eaten or you're not feeling good or any other thing that feels even a little off. scared the fuck out of me seein’ you like that,” he whispers to you intensely.

you nod with wide eyes and you can feel your chest tighten nervously at both his proximity and low tone. does he even realise the effect he had on you? you hope not.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Watchers Anonymous

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Peter Parker, skinny!Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Loki, Curtis Everett, Jake Jensen, Cole Turner, Captain Syverson, (so far)

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for each of the above. This is our introduction to the group.

Summary: men with illicit infatuations come together to share and plot their perfect fantasies.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Introduction

"Do you really think we need snacks?" Jake asks as he unwraps the pan of rice crispy squares with sprinkles and chocolate drizzle. "I didn't think so but my aunt gave them to me," Peter shrugs. "I don't know."

"You're aunt?" Jake scoffs. He might be a loser but he's no mama's boy.

"Yeah, I mean, I usually go to bingo with her on Wednesdays but then this came up and... I had to make an excuse. I told her we were campaigning," he shrugs. "So she said, oh I'll make you boys some snacks..."

"Right," Jensen crosses his arms, reassured that he's not the lamest one in the pack. Not so far.

"When's that buddy of yours showing up?"

"Curtis? Oh, he said he wasn't sure," Jake shrugs. He hopes he has a friendly face there but he understands if it doesn't pan out. They all have places they'd rather be.

"Kinda nervous, not gonna lie," Peter confesses. It was his idea that they all meet up but now he's kind of regretting it. Strangers on the internet, on discord of all places, aren't necessarily the trustworthy type. He figures he's on there though and he's not that bad.

"Well, you seem chill," Jake offers. "So..."

"Thanks, I guess," Peter huffs.

There's a scuff at the door. A skinny blond stands in the doorway, looking down the hall behind him. He smooths his hair with his sweaty hands, slightly trembling. "Buck," he calls out in a voice deeper than one would guess by his appearance. "Down here." "Yeah, yeah," another replies behind the tramp of thick treads. "Looking for a john in this place. Shouldn't have had coffee."

"Oh, uh, Steve?" Peter greets uncertainly, "if I have that right?"

"That's me, yeah." He clears his throat and faces them. His nose is too big for his face, like a beak. The rest of him is tiny. He makes Peter feel big. Just like his special one... they'll get to that in a minute.

His friend catches up to him. Stood right behind him, he looks massive. Peter knows him too. Virtually at least. 

"And Bucky?" Peter adds. The other guy grunts and nods.

"This all?" Steve looks around at the mostly empty room.

"There's food?" Bucky wonders as he combs through his long hair. "Wasn't aware this was a catered event."

"Just snacks," Peter insists. He doesn't need any more hazing. Next time, he'll leave May's baking at home.

Steve wrings his hands before tucking them into his pockets. He chews his cheeks as Bucky heads for the snacks and greets Jake. There's more voices coming.

"Brother, don't be so grim," the large blond enters buoyantly, "it's about time you made some friends."

"I have friends," a slither returns dully.

"Ah, it is Peter!" Thor booms, not needing any introduction, though Peter wonders how he recognises him. "And let me guess, Jake with the glasses. Bucky has the shaggy hair like a dog, and Steve is slighter in frame."

"How..." Jake mutters.

"It is a gift of mine," he proclaims, "I'm Thor in case you couldn't guess. Oh and this," he pulls the other man forward and slings his arm over his lithe shoulders. "Is my brother, Loki."

Peter considers the uninvited sibling. Not as tall as his brother, or thick, and with sleek black hair and a long nose. They don't look related at all.

"I didn't know we were bringing plus ones," Bucky chews on a tart.

"Me either," Jake says.

"Oh, I do hope you don't mind. I wanted to invite him to the chat prior but... he is not often on the phone."

"It's fine," Peter assures, "I guess."

Bucky grumbles with less optimism and Jake sways. It's not exactly a gaming group or wholesome in any manner. Outsiders aren't safe.

"Relax, he has a special one," Thor girds. "Haven't you, brother?"

"I told you to mind your business," Loki retorts and gets only laughter in return.

"Jensen," a man enters without hesitation and marches to aforementioned man.

"Curt," Jake greets him with a nod, "you made it."

"Not thanks to... you!" He spots Thor and squares his shoulder. "You know, that truck is too big for your skillset."

"Ah, yes, it is only a ding, we will exchange info after," Thor rubs his neck with a guilty smile.

"Who are we missing?" Steve asks.

"Sy?" Jake suggests. "Don't think anyone else could make it."

"I'm here!" A sudden scramble through the door ends in a heap on the floor. The group of men turn to face the newcomer. "Urgh, ow." The man lays on his back after his slip. "I'm okay!"

He sits up and rubs the back of his head. Bucky tuts, "smooth."

"I'm--" the man pushes himself to his feet, "Cole. Ugh, I had to drive all the way here-- well, I know we all did, but, just not used to city roads."

"Cole," Peter is the first to approach, it's strange being the one doing most of the leading. Especially among this bunch. "Hey, nice to meet you. Peter."

He goes around the room and introduces everyone. Cole repeats each name anxiously. A sole squeaks through the door and a throat clears. A burly man with a baseball cap and scuffy bear wears a canvas jacket in grey camo.

"Sy," he intones as he enters. "Oh, are those brownies?"

"Right, that's everyone," Jake declares. "So, uh... what now?"

[hencheri]

dhdjjdjfj okieee cuz i need heeseung more than i need air. or wtv the hoes say /lh. i can’t be coherent ever but especially when it comes to him he makes me so fucking mad /pos

ok but like. trying not to be tooo vague but i feel like he’d be mean just for the sake of being mean. i’m not sure if this is how u see him or not… n feel free to disagree ofc!!! but i love the idea of him purposefully taunting u and humiliating u. i’m wondering i guess… if i were to actually ask smth and not just ramble. in what scenarios do u think noncon would likely occur with him? tell me if this doesnt make any sense :(

i see him in so many ways like. def frat boy noncon, putting smth in ur drink at a party, u made it easy for him, n he’s going to share u with his friends cuz ur slutty pussy is just too good to keep to himself. i’ve also thought about like street racer/biker hee and ur a rival competitor n he thinks racing against a girl is beneath him n u should be taught a lesson about where ur place is. taking a man’s cock n the only words coming out of ur mouth should be his name. i just. think heeseung doesn’t take no for an answer. /pos. thank u for coming to my ted talk /lh

18+ mdni.

warnings: noncon, drugging.

no i can definitely see him mean! like it's just natural to heeseung, but he's particularly harsh with you... maybe you're not very smart and it drives him MAD. he just can't get his head around the fact that someone can be so dumb and he can't help but be mean to you because damn, you deserve it. i feel like he would scoff and roll his eyes at everything you say, and when you notice it you immediately feel embarrassed and stop talking so much. heeseung just has this effect... like you really want him to appreciate you, but unfortunately for you, he kinda dislikes you.

omg, frat boy!heeseung sharing you... he hates you, but he's so attracted to you and you just bring out his bad side so easily. he puts something that makes you so sleepy in your drink, he pretends to be worried, taking you upstairs to his room, but little do you know, his friends are coming as well... probably only jake and jungwon because they'd be into that lol, using you for literally so long, and you can't fight back, too tired :/ but my sick side wants heeseung to spare you when comes his turn, feeling too guilty, leaving you absolutely destroyed in his bed.

racer!heeseung makes me think of car sex and... i can just imagine him forcing himself on you in a dark alleyway, his car parked in the mud, rain pouring... the front of your body is sprawled on the backseats, wrists locked together behind your back with one of his hands, pounding into you from behind. he gets all of his frustration out because how dare you think you're better than him? your place is at his feet, serving him and ready for him to use how he pleases.

[initialcellar]

Ten People I'd Like To Know Better

Tagged by: @frostbiteicebow hallooooooo :D

Last song: the most recent one I played? Scylla – EPIC: The Musical

Favorite color: 7959a6 (yes I have the actual color code lmfao) or dark purple, leaning on the blue side or in the middle, idk how I feel about the pinkish purple

Last book: A Court Of Silver Flames by Sarah J. Maas, I'm on chapter 14 as of currently, and i still kinda hate Nesta even if she's slowly getting her redemption arc 😄

Last movie: full movie? The Wild Robot. I don't really watch movies lmao, but I watched that one recently w sibling and mother, and I get movie clips occasionally on YouTube.

Last show: Young Sheldon, if we talking the one I last watched/re-watched. High Potential if we talking new one i watched in the last couple of months (it got new episodes i still haven't caught up on)

Sweet/spicy/savory: sweet. I can't handle spicy for the life of me and also have PTSD around it (which actually probably influenced the way I handle spice), and savory, I need in moderation. Sweet, on the other hand, I get along with.

Relationship status: ✨️I am too private for this question, I can barely handle PDA sometimes, so whoever knows, you know, whoever doesn't, you don't for a reason✨️

Last thing I googled: "shit in past tense," "diplomat," and "what food tastes savory." I am not elaborating.

Current obsessions: my so-called origin story, family lore & things related. If you know, you know. Other than that, I don't think I have any current obsessions.

Looking forward to: figuring shit out and hopefully getting in more frequent touch with somebody. Also, coffee and the walk imma take today while sibling's at their computer classes, which I'm taking them to. I need my gd coffee.

I don't really have any mutuals except one who doesn't frequent this site, lol.

Ten People I’d Like to Get to Know Better

Tagged by: @anonymous-existences (ty for tagging me :3)

Last song: The entire Ithaca Saga by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

Favorite color: Yellow, but specifically a light golden yellow

Last book: The Science of Psychology: An Appreciative View 6th Edition by Laura King 💀

Last movie: Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End

Last show: Teen Wolf (I barely got started)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet and salty

Relationship status: I have been single my entire life 🧍

Last thing I googled: "monologuing"

Current obsession: DPxDC and the Ithaca Saga

Looking forward to: I have an outing planned with a friend I haven't seen in a while!

Tagging (no pressure ofc): @meditating-cat @elizabethemerald @pinklotushere @hello-casualbouquetcycle @starlightcat04 @angyblobghost @zhelin-thames @kyohoke @vangreer @caleism-1

[tyrantisterror]

What are your thoughts on mascot horror franchises other than FNAF? Such as Poppy Playtime and Bendy? (Those two feel like they form a “big three” with FNAF.)

I think it's objectively funny that Five Nights at Freddy's managed to capture the "every entry of this franchise was written by different people who did not actually watch the previous installments and do not give a single shit about having a coherent continuity" problem of slasher movie franchises like Friday the 13th despite the fact that, at least for the first several entries, it was all written by one guy.

Like, the problem first became apparent when FNAF 2 decided it was a prequel instead of a sequel as a Clever Twist when everything about it would have made SO much more sense as a sequel, but it became a true clusterfuck when FNAF 4's whole premise was clearly about the much-talked-about "Bite of '87" incident only to end by saying ACTUALLY it was about a DIFFERENT bite incident from 1983. Like, it went out of its way to make less sense for no reason, and it was all written by one guy! Just one guy! Very dumb in a fascinating way.

Anyway, overall I feel apathy to the Mascot Horror genre. I think it's good that there is horror that's explicitly aimed at kids - kids like horror, and they haven't really had much horror that's catered to them since Goosebumps went out of fashion and Are You Afraid of the Dark? went off the air. They should get to have fun thinking about scary monsters and super creeps.

But, like, at the same time, so much of Mascot horror just feels really low effort? It's the horror equivalent of Cocomelon, which kinda sucks. I wish we could get the Horror Equivalent of, like... what's a good kid's show I can compliment without hordes of people showing up in my inbox calling me a fascist sympathizer? Adventure Time? I wish we could get the horror equivalent of Adventure Time. I mean, we kinda have it already since a lot of Adventure Time episodes are little horror stories in their own right. Hmm... the horror equivalent of Undertale, maybe? IDK.

[kendrysaneela]

Ohmygod that was wild. First of all wow we were right that was Helena after all. I did get pretty sure when the lighting was red during the sex scene.

Okay thoughts.

Didn’t Helena basically just assault Mark S.? He didn’t know he was having sex with Helena he thought he was having sex with Helly oof that’s dark

It’s also kinda sad because I think Helena did it because she was trying to experience love? She was jealous Helly her innie who she sees as subhuman got to experience something she never has. So she wanted to experience love with Mark wanted to see what it was like to be Helly and be loved. Obviously that doesn’t excuse that doing that without Mark’s consent was messed up but Helena doesn’t view Mark S. As human so I don’t think she viewed it as assault she viewed it as using a tool to get what she needed. She wanted love and he was a tool she could use to get it. (Not an excuse yet again just a thought)

Helena being the one to laugh at the story was interesting. Like Kier is HER ancestor who she was raised her entire life to revere as the leader of her bloodline and raised to worship him. And yet she sat there and she laughed at him and laughed about the story. Made fun of it. It seemed so surprising for Helena to do that I wondered if we were wrong and if that was actually Helly or if it was a brand new person where Helly and Helena had reintegrated. I wonder why she did that? I feel like that shows she doesn’t believe her family’s hype. She’s not as brainwashed as I thought. Which is also kinda sad because that means she’s caged. If she doesn’t really believe in her family line in that way and doesn’t take her bloodline seriously but yet still goes along with whatever her family tells her to do, that shows she’s not brainwashed, she’s caged. She’s Helly but in the outside world. Maybe even worse because Helly has free will as an Innie she gets punished but she has free will and she has multiple people in her life who love her. Helena, seemingly has no one, and no real free will. I think she decided to take that opportunity to make fun of her ancestor cause she could. There were no cameras in the wilderness, none of her family was there, her father would never know, so she took her freedom and she ran with it. Even if Milchick told someone who would believe him over her? She outranks him. That’s probably why he threw the marshmallows away. He knew that was the only punishment he could give her. But yeah at the end of the day, Helena is in a gilded cage. And being an Innie was probably the only time she ever felt free. And I don’t think Helena was lying. I think she really is ashamed at who she is on the outside. I think she was telling the truth. You could tell from the way she looked at Irving when he asked who she really was, what she really saw on the outside. She stared at him, and she genuinely teared up. She looked genuinely sad. And like she felt sympathy for him. And then you watch her put her walls back up. And she walks away. And finds comfort in Mark S. I think she does feel guilty for what she’s done. Now does she feel guilty enough to do anything about it? I don’t know. Her father seems to have her locked up pretty tight.

I wonder what’s gonna happen now that everyone knows who Helly really is. And now that Helly knows who she is. And now that they know that Helena was occupying her body. Now that they know it’s possible for that long of a time. The implications of that are kinda insane.

And what’s gonna happen to Irving? Will his outie wake up in the woods? Will he wake up at home? Is Irving B gone forever?? The questions I have.

[lucithekingofhell]

hi , what’z the mozt menacing name for a baby duck you can think of ?

thiz iz actually rly hard when u think about it cuz like

you can’t name a baby duck something like “zkull crusher” or zmth bc thatz juzt cute

and you can’t name it something cute like “timothy” becuz that’z alzo juzt cute

and then if u name it zmth dark like “ted bundy” then ur juzt kinda drifting into comedy

(also i got this idea from a youtube short)

-★anon

(lol)

"you're right this is hard, but they're not always innocent. Hmm, a name. Alastor! That's a horrible name and terrifying!"

@ask-alastor-anything

[star-clip]

With All The Money in The World, You Could Never Buy This Girl

A/N: This is yandere!prince's introduction!! Had a HUGE case of writers block, and I kept scraping idea after idea, but I finally finished it!

Summary: Auctioning off item after item has been your life for a few years now. But you never expected to be at the receiving end of a bid. Much less from a prince.

CW: Yandere, buying people, mostly fluff kinda

Word count: 2.1k word (proofread)

"Going once!" Silence filled the room. "Going twice!" A pin drop could be heard from a mile away. "Sold to number 36!" You yell out enthusiastically with a grin on your face. Your eyes scan over the audience: a mixture of low and high ranking nobles from all over the world gathered together to participate in an annual auction where rare, controversial and borderline illegal items are sold to the highest bidder.

Whether its ancient artifacts or deadly weapons, they would be displayed and sold to the highest bidder. Because of the nature of the auction, not just anyone can attend. No. Only those who have been personally invited by the organisers can participate. After all, they can't risk word about their activities to spread to the public. You yourself have been the auctioneer for the last 3, going on 4 years. It's an odd job, but it pays well enough. Plus, it's interesting to see people of high class bid on such strange objects. It's fun seeing people you recognise from newspapers or have actually seen with your own very eyes before.

These auctions seem more like a way for people to flaunt their wealth rather than purchase items they desire. You're not convinced any of these people give more than a second glance at these items after receiving them. They're probably left in an empty closet to collect dust till the owner remembers their existence.

"Our 10th item of the night is..." You ramble on about the item. Its history, relevance, what makes it so unique, and so on. Its your job after all. Make it seem like its actually worth the price you're about to give it.

"The starting bid is 800,000!" Already, you see many paddles with numbers rising up. Each one increasing their bid at an insane pace. You can barely keep up with them as the bid gets to a number that would put you in a coma had you seen it at a market. "... Going once!" You've said those words more times than you can remember. You don't even see a point in it anymore. Nobody ever bids again anyway. "Going twi–"

"500 million"

The room goes silent, and you along with it. Well, that's a first. Usually, people never bid after you already said 'going once'. And 500 million? That's much higher than the amount the previous bidder gave. This person must really want this item–

"For the auctioneer"

You see mouths open and eyes widening. If they're gasping or whispering, you don't hear them, you're too focused on the bid you're sure you must have misheard. You look at the person who just spoke. Dark brown hair, tan skin, dark brown eyes. He looks oddly familiar.

That's when it hits you. He's a prince, and an extremely wealthy one at that. You've heard about his country before. He comes from a rich kingdom that puts other royalty to shame. No wonder he could name such a high price so nonchalantly. It's probably pocket change to him. Though, now that you think about it, you dont know much about him– wait, that's not important right now! You snap back to reality and make eye contact with the prince. He has a wide smile plastered on his face, dimples showing clear as day.

You decide to play off what he said as a joke, it probably was anyway. Nobody would actually pay that much money for you. "Sorry, sir" you chuckle "But I'm not for sale". You look away and instead try to focus on continuing the auction, but before you could even get another word out, he strikes again.

"800 million"

Your eyes widen. Did he just jump by like 300 million? You let out a nervous scoff and try to reason with him. "Sir, I already told you: I'm not for sale." His eyes squint, as if he's only now processing what you're saying. "Hmm..." His voice echoes as the rest of the guests wait to see his response, the item up for grabs long forgotten.

"2 billion?"

Okay, seriously, what is wrong with him? "Sir, once again, I am not for sale–" "They mean yes, of course!" You turn your head at the sound of a gruff voice interrupting you loudly. It's the organiser. Your boss. "They're all yours, your highness!" He bows slightly. His eyes dart towards you, and he gives you a firm stare, like he's threatening to do much worse than whatever the prince has planned.

You gulp, frozen in place as if you're in a trance. People turn and whisper next to each other, with each one growing louder and louder. But you're too shocked to care. You try to calm yourself by breathing in and out, but it's no use as the prince's voice echoes throughout the auction hall. "Wonderful!" His smile ever present on this young face.

He gets up from his chair and starts approaching you, seeming eager to claim his prize. He stands below you as you bring your gaze down to face him. He extends his hand forward to you, beckoning you of the stage. You hold your breath as if you're about to dive, and with shaky, hesitant hands, accept his help down the stage.

His hold is gentle, soft, like the warm summer breeze. It's not aggressive or crushing like you thought it would be. He calmly leads you outside the auction hall. The moon's glow illuminates the many jewels adorning him, rubies as red as blood. He never stops smiling. It feels mocking in a way. While you stress and worry about what's to come, he remains calm and collected. Of course he does. Whatever happens to you will be his doing after all. Even as he leads you to what you assume to be your doom, you can't help but notice how beautiful he is. A seemingly perfect complexion, and brown hair that shines golden...

...

Is that seriously what you're focusing on? This man just bought you, and you're calling him pretty? He's about to make you one of his servants or worse, you should look at him with disgust! And yet, you can't bring yourself to.

Deciding that looking forward instead is better for your mental health, you turn your head and notice a carriage in the distance. You assume it belongs to him. When you finally reach the carriage, you're surprised when he opens the door for you before you can even react. You turn to look at him with confusion, but he simply smiles with his teeth and gestures for you to get inside.

"Well, don't just stand there, go on." You hesitate a bit, turning your gaze back to the inside of the carriage, you enter and sit on the edge of the seat. He closes the door and enters from the other side. When he sits down, you try your best to keep as much distance as you can, but he does not seem to understand what you're doing and slides closer to you. You jump a bit when the carriage starts moving, earning a small chuckle from the prince.

"Are you alright?" His voice sounds so sincere. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he actually cared.

You should watch what you say. This man has much power, and you are completely at his mercy. Any action from here on out should be thought out and careful–

"Interesting thing to say to someone you just bought." Oh wow. That thought didn't last very long, did it? You bite your lip and shut your eyes. God, he's gonna kill you. Probably say something about your attitude first. Then he'll kill you. But instead, you earn yourself another melodic laugh, making you turn to face him once again. "You're funny. You know that?" Okay. Not the reaction you expected, but you'll take it! Silence falls over you both as the carriage continues its trek. It doesn't last long though before the prince breaks the silence.

"What's your name?" You turn and give him an incredulous look. Is he serious? He doesn't even know what your name is? He just fucking kidnapped you in a way, and he never bothered to learn your name first? As if reading your mind, he comes to his own defense. "Hey, don't look at me like that! I know who you are, of course I do...but the auction organisers are very secretive about their workers. I've only ever seen you at some of the auctions." He answers playfully, he really doesn't understand how messed up this situation is, huh?

"Y/N," he repeats. "It's a pretty name. Wanna know mine?" Not really, you wanna say. But you hold yourself back this time. Who knows how patient he'll be. "Sure," you say simply. "Zahir." "Okay." Silence befalls once again. But just like last time, Zahir is quick to strike up another conversation. "Do you have any hobbies?" Okay, this is officially making no sense. First, a prince buys you, and now he's asking about your interests? If he's just planning on making you his servant, he has no reason to be asking. Yet, you decide to humour him for a while.

"Y/N..."

"Yeah, sometimes I..."

It's been a long time since you've spoken so much about yourself to someone. Then you realise. you've spoken so much about yourself. You forgot that he's literal royalty. You've just been going on and on about what you like, what you dislike, your past, your family, how you got your job. You forgot you were even talking. You've most definitely bored or annoyed him by now.

You stop talking and actually take a moment to look back at him. You expect to be greeted with indifference or hate, but instead, you see him looking at you so intently. As if he's hanging onto every word you say. Then, you see him tilt his head as if confused. "Why did you stop?" He seems so baffled. "Well, uhh... I was talking about myself so much." You look down. "And I didn't wanna bore or bother you anymore." You feel a soft, smooth finger lift your chin up, Zahir gazes into your eyes. "I could never get tired of hearing you speak."

You feel a warmth creep up to your face. Why do you feel like this? He's basically your captor. You can't. You have to stay alert. The carriage comes to a halt, and you're quick to back away from the prince's touch. "It seems we've arrived." He tells you to wait a moment as he exits from the door on his right. After a few seconds, the door on your left opens, and opposite you is Zahir. He takes your hand to help you out of the carriage, but he doesn't let go. Instead, he tangles his arm with yours and walks down a path leading to an enormous palace. You can't hide the look of admiration you have over the intricate designs that cover the stone walls. But while you admire the palace, Zahir admires you. He looks at you with such fondness. He'd gladly sell this palace if it meant he got to see a smile on your face.

When you approach the Palace doors, two gaurds are quick to open them before you're even a foot before them. If you thought the outside was impressive, the inside is much more luxurious than you expected. Red and gold accents adorn the white walls all around. A grand staircase in the centre of it all. When Zahir steps inside, dozens of maids and butlers form lines to greet him with a bow. So you'll probably work alongside these people from now on.

"Everyone, listen closely!" You can see the intense looks on everyone's faces.

"I have returned with what I had travelled for. Now, begin the preparations! My and Y/N's wedding shall be a great one!"

You think you just got whiplash from how quickly you turned your head to face him. "What?!"

This can't be happening. It just can't. He leads you up the stairs, but you aren't even paying attention to where you're going. It's the same trance you felt when you first met him. Dear lord. Is this your life now?

"Did I not tell you on the way here?" He asks, but not in his usual playful manner. "You are to be my spouse!" He grabs your hands and presses a kiss on them when he notices the horrified look on your face. "Fret not; I will ensure your happiness for as long as we live." He brings up one hand to caress your cheek, and plants a kiss on your forehead. He turns on his heel to face the stairs. "Shall we?"

[sticks-stones-sonic-insanity]

Payback!

Part 1

Bonus:

[choccy-milky]

how to scare a goody two-shoes ravenclaw 👵🏻

[vulpinesaint]

Venom + Kissing Death by MOTHICA

[d8tl55c]

oh boy !! ! ! ! !!! ! thANK y0u all for the kind words on my last art posts. you all get it and i was/still am so happy about it

as promised, here's some close-ups of the comic for image quality's sake, and other screenshots i rescued from the community whiteboard (and something else)

first up another sketch of mystery gender-ambiguous being. (please send me more name ideas for them if you got one- i like to hear em! (reminder it's the side character that appeared for <10 seconds in AvM Ep. 30))

a few fav scenes

emotional support cwab

they weren't meant for this purpose exactly, but i do have countless "fluffy sticks" loose in my notes and homework sheets from the school years.

papery critter.

even when i wasn't confident in fur or feathers, they helped me practice posing and create some satisfying gradients/flowing poses. (im a sucker for good tail poses) (oh yay! i found a good pic...)

and finally, little sneak peak for you for reading so far ;3

i realized that whiteboardfox is pretty great for my working needs. simple and to the point and all. feels nice with the mouse and the tablet.

so i started hashing out a big project idea just to see if it holds up and

[

several hours later ...

]

oh

oh man

it's a little bigger than i expected

<next>

[spookygibberish]

Dogstock are typical of what are often deemed the ‘evil’ races in many other fantasy works. They were created by some higher force to be slaves, they are carnivorous by nature, they resemble animals other than human in dentition and build. They growl and bite and walk behind.

The Uhasr (a dogstock culture) are descendants of such slave-infantry that was abandoned when the empire that used them to capture the steppes decided the land wasn’t so profitable after all, and more pressing matters drew their attention elsewhere. Like tools left spent on the ground, the unneeded, excess dogstock were left to survive on their own in Hochkiskuph. The native peoples, of course, did not welcome them any more, or see them any less as oppressors when the hand released the lead. To the Hochkiskuph peoples, the Uhasr are a predatory ghost, an echo that consumes them even in absentia. To the Uhasr, one human is much like another, differing in number and equipment, but never in essence. Uhasr are a species of wild animal with a human face. Humans are prey on two legs. Humans smoke and poison uncovered dens on principle, Uhasr abduct and consume men and women and children all the same.

A common trend I have noticed in media which aims to humanize monsters, is that it often relies on passivity. Humanity is contingent upon kindness. The monster that is A Person only so long as they are a harmless thing at heart, something which can be understood and befriended. Their violence is reluctant, their hearts noble. Grace is a concession to the dominated. Only the toothless beast, declawed and pinioned and caged, is one which has earned its personhood. The ontological enemy supersedes the ontological man.

[goldenspringmornings]

ya know for a fandom that is screaming from the rooftops that the books are ‘dark fantasy’ they sure do complain about people taking those darker elements at face value or even god-forbid exploring them