Canines
The hand that feeds
Mickbell Tomas & Kuro
Dungeon Meshi
^ 1: Ink-the-artist, I will remove my teeth / 2: Margaret Atwood / 3: C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy / 4: Mitski, I’m your man / 5: Ojibwa, I love you like a rotten dog / 6: KotOR II / 7: Stardrop, Everything that’s ever been mine is covered in teeth marks / 8: Sodikken, People Eater / 9: Mitski, I’m your man / 10: maxime., The life and death of a dog / 11: Mitski, I bet on losing dogs / 12: maxime., The life and death of a dog / 13: hun, I did not bite with Malice / 14: C. Michael Davis, Don't Pet the Dragon / 15: Mitski, I’m your man
v 1: Early versions of the myth as in aeschylus orestes / 2: Ink-the-artist, I will not remove my teeth
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Prompt 13
How was Jaskier supposed to know that the lovely woman he spent the night with had a husband? Let alone a husband in a big scary poacher gang?
So Jaskier is hauling ass through the forest, only to get his leg caught in a beartrap. He faceplants (very daintily, prettily, and most certainly not with an embarrassing wail, thank you very much) and begins sobbing with the pain. Not to mention his cheap lute breaking into splinters. Great. Just great. What a LOVELY day he's having!
A pure white werewolf with bright golden eyes suddenly prowls out of the bushes, growling at him, and Jaskier decides that today really is his worst day. No matter how majestic the beast is, this is cearly the end of Jaskier the bard. He sobs and begs to live, apologizing profusely, and the last thing he sees is the monstrous snout getting closer.
Geralt, the werewolf, is stalking for food for his pack, only to come across one of those humans in their own traps. Except... This human isn't one of them. He's wearing brightly colored delicate clothing, and wasn't familiar with where their traps were. It's an innocent human. One that smells very nice, under all the stench of blood and fear.
Wolf!Geralt creeps closer, and pries open the trap, intending on releasing the human back into the wild, but it just kind of stares at him in horror before passing out. Hm. Well, it appears it needs more care than he initially thought.
So imagine the other witcher's surprise when he doesn't bring food back to the pack, but instead brings a human to patch up. The moon dips out of the sky, they all turn back into their witcher-human forms, and now they're all SCRAMBLING over what they're meant to do!? HOW DO YOU CARE FOR A HUMAN AGAIN??? FUCK- I DON'T KNOW! Geralt stop petting him, he doesn't like that, he's human, not a wolf! What do you mean he likes it? Oh shit- EVERYONE QUICK PET HIM! No wait- He doesn't like it any more- One at a time pet him! And uh- Fuck- What do normal people eat!?
♡!Optional addons!♡
• (ORIGINALLY A TAG) Is Aiden a werecat or also a werewolf? And if he is a werewolf (and/or a werecat I suppose), perhaps he's from a rival pack (against his will) and needs to be rescued by Lambert as a sideplot
• Maybe the poachers find poor trapped Jaskier and Geralt has to fight them off first, or perhaps they come back later, intent on killing the White Wolf
• Perhaps Geralt turns Jaskier into a werewolf (Either with his consent or without his consent ONLY if he has to do it to save his life, we don't fuck with forced bonds here, people)
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GOD the way Black Jack Randall talked about flogging jamie..."made my stomach flutter and my legs shake", "I was hurting him. I could feel it. The sheer jutter of the whip coursing up my arm, exploding into my heart." "The whip connecting us both." Excuse me??? What do you mean it was like the two of you were creating something beautiful together? Why the hell do you sound so reverent? Hello
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i want,,, magnus and alex bookstore dates!!! them just browsing the shelves, criticizing books that are clearly biased, alex reading excerpts of random books out loud to magnus and doing the voices, magnus showing some of his favourite comic issues to alex and (attempting) to do the voices. of course they have to make it competitive at some point so there's also a hidden quest: alex has to find a new comic for magnus to read and magnus has to find a book for alex that she'll like. it turns caothic very fast. sometimes magnus ends up with comics about fart jokes sometimes he gets really good ones. alex almost always ends up with some random novel because magnus is too afraid of giving her something in the romance section and fantasy as a genre is banned on the basis that "we deal with all that on the daily, provide me some good escapism, chase". they go for falafels and coffee after<3
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At his first invitation, Zoro says no and Luffy thinks he’ll wait. He’ll wait just long enough for the question to really settle, long enough for Zoro to turn and ask him if he can join his crew.
He doesn’t, of course, but Luffy likes to think he would have had he not had a mouth full of food for the first time in days. Zoro takes their lack of crew and ship in stride, as much as someone without much other choice can, he supposes, but the closer Luffy looks, the less he appears like he’s been dragged along without that choice and more like he’s keen on this adventure unfolding, however it may.
There’s a small thrill gathering at the base of his spine at the oath Zoro swore, as if his devotion runs deeper than a few words exchanged in the dust and solidified when he placed a sword between his teeth. At the moment he doesn’t know what to make of it quite yet, but there’s a flare of possessiveness gathering in the pit of his stomach.
He looks just beyond Zoro, watching the waves and where he rolls an apple between his palms, one of the many that serves as their dinner. Briefly, he wonders if he could ask him to slice it up with one of his swords, and he watches Zoro dig his thumbnail under a bruise in the skin.
What are you looking at? Zoro asks him when he catches him staring, and he watches the sunlight glint off of his earrings. He twists to follow his gaze, and Luffy’s eyes track his movement, fingers twitching at his sides for reasons he can’t quite name.
To say nothing would be a lie, and he’s never been a good liar, so Luffy doesn’t. Zoro watches him, an eyebrow raised as they bob along the waves, sea lapping at the sides of their small boat and mocking their mutual lack of sense of direction. It doesn’t matter, he thinks, because they’ll get there eventually, wherever that is.
Zoro tilts his head and he catches sight of a scar on the underside of his chin, a bright white line curling toward his neck. He wants to reach out and touch it, wants to trace the length of it, learn the story behind it even though he’s never been big on them to begin with. He finds he wants to know how warm he is, if his skin is as rough and coarse with salt and sun as his own is. That, too, gathers in his belly, another sensation he can’t fully comprehend, but it feels like a mix of danger and excitement, and full of promises.
Luffy mirrors him, though he grins, hints of teeth poking through chapped lips. I’m not sure just yet, he says, but I’m really looking forward to finding out.
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ways my emotional support cat has emotionally supported me thus far:
-got the zoomies while I was crying and distracted me by being fucking goofy
-found a bottle of Lexapro that had rolled under my bed (after he knocked it off my nightstand, but he did find it)
-crawled up on my shoulders like a parrot, preventing me from getting any work done (benefit unclear), pic related
-whined like a little baby when I wouldn't let him bite my face (???)
-REFUSES to let me piss without supervision (the bathroom door doesn't close all the way sometimes and he just bonks into it until it opens)
-forces me to get out of bed and bothers me relentlessly when I don't (this one actually is really helpful)
-does this:
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