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@sociieties asked: " bullshit, " kazuya's certain when he says this, more sure of himself than usual. " vampires don't exist. " makoto face palms and kazuya continues, " he's just making shit up again, mako. don't tell me you believe him. "
shuuzou looks up from the ball that he had found, " it's not bullshit, " tatsuya grins, eyes alight with mischief as he looks between shuuzou whose sprawled out on the floor, and kazuya whose all bu telling him that he doesn't exist. " oh ? " a purr, as tatsuya leans forward, dark eyes alight with a magenta glow, " would you like me to bite you to prove it ? "
tongue darts out to run across where fang would extend if so, " you can ask shuu. i've bitten him before. "
" don't drag me into this. this has nothing to do with me -- " shuuzou gaze lifts from ball to kazuya anyways, " why are you so surprised ? i'm a werewolf. tatsu's a vampire. "
#sociieties#sociieties: makoto#sociieties: kazuya#character ⸺ shuuzou.#character ⸺ himuro.#verse ⸺ of monsters and men.
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they can't keep their hands off him
#honestly there are sooooo many scenes where i really think people would freak out more if sean was a female character#this game has as much to do with older men being creepy as lis1 and that's saying something#life is strange 2#lis verse#sean diaz#big joe#patrick campbell#ep 3 wastelands#ep 5 wolves#monsters talks life is strange#dead dove do not eat#screencaps by @miyku btw
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feeling very angry today feeling very raphael today
#the land of gods and monsters verse#my Raphael ofc#v tired of having to be terrified of cis men#I hate it
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Started listening to The Crane Wives because of @t3mpest98 and oh boy I am now havin Fox feelings over Never Love an Anchor
#especially the last verse oh my goddddddddd#also thans for recommending because they really get the itch that of monsters and men gave me
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+ [ intrude ] from taisho yoriichi
even more angst prompts || not accepting
[ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds
THERE IS A TRANQUILITY TO BE SHARED near the pond's crystalline surface. The water glimmers under a distant sun, still cool albeit its shine; winter has yet to run its course. The only disturbance; ripples left behind on the wake of some toad and the shuffle of forest critters in the surrounding bushes.
The young priest ambled across the bank before thoughtfully placing the urn in his hold on the pebbled ground. By the water's edge, gilded handles catch a beautiful gleam of sunlight. Hands without a day's work on their complexion wistfully begin to undo the sash tethering a layer of fabric to the waist of his kimono. It covered the ground not for comfort but to protect the fabrics from the moist earth.
And then finally he sat, swimming in a ball of loose cloth like a mouse bedding into straw. For a moment, there was naught but the chirps of birds and the water's breath. He pulled his knees to his chest and rested his chin atop them; thick lashes slipped shut. The curl on his lips finally loosens.
Quiet.
It was a spot he enjoyed coming to after midday communion. Most of the devotees enjoyed an afternoon nap before venturing out to gather wood for the evening. Although the frost was gradually waning on the mountain, winter bid its farewell in wafts of a breeze. It sent a shiver down the prodigal one's shins. And so a note of trepidation creeps into his expression when he finally musters the courage to slide a bare foot out from under the hem. Its counterpart follows.
Wrinkling his lips, the Lord Founder nonchalantly inspects the damage. A few fresh cuts on the side and crusty skin around the heel. His fingers are a stark juxtaposition, milky white and soft, when they traverse over each treacherous bruise. The hands of a healer and the legs of a martyr. He presses his index over a blister and teeth grip the hiss from his lips. His breath rattles when he begins to slide it in the water. Muck and dirt particles float around it, but, once cleansed, the skin almost glows an iridescent hue. Almost as if he were made of porcelain, but cracked and stained.
Shredded by the hostile forest floor; blistered from the ice. One pain inflicted within the walls that nursed him, the other from what lurks on the outside. He faintly recalls the feel of that one pair of shoes he had been gifted once — how constricting they felt around his toes. Haha made them disappear the day after. But sometimes he wondered how much faster he would run if nettles and stones could not touch his skin.
Fingers had been prudently soothing the skin when a rustle had his shoulders jump.
❝ Huh? ❞
Prismatic hues trail to the woods; for a moment, the Lotus could have sworn he saw a tall shadow sweep by. And he squinted, inching closer to the shrubs. Could it be that someone followed him all the way here from the temple? Or maybe his parents had sent them looking. But there was no further cause for alarm, so he soon turned his attention back to the sores and mused idly to his only companion — the urn.
❝ That's odd. I could swear I saw someone by the bush right now... Mm. Wonder if I'm starting to imagine things. ❞ A pout wrinkles seraphic features. He turns to the porcelain with a smile.
❝ What do you think, Tosa, was someone there just now? ❞ Silence. As expected. And then the young man laughed, his palm patting the lid in the same way one might pet their dog's head. ❝ Hah, of course. You can't talk! You're a pot, silly. ❞ He shares a giggle with himself; aimlessly rubbing at callused skin. This time, the smile lingers; a self-soothing motion.
❝ That means I'm probably still sane after a— KYA! ❞
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@bloodcrave
It’s so quiet but they were walking side by side but his heart was racing somewhat. He knew that at any moment he could turn his head and see one of the Witch Hunters from Redania close on his trail. He knew that he as exposed and vulnerable ever since he had used his Powers but he would be safe, he thinks, at least for now. He wasn’t trained, he was no Mage, and there was no way at all that Rand would ever be simply because his fear over his abilities was almost electric the more that he thought of them. He wonders if she was going through the same thing and whether or not she was also running. Not that he was asking her, he’d rather keep his secret and maybe not asking her was a good way to keep that going.
“How far do we go, do you think, until we can stop for the night?” he asks her. “I can build a fire for the both of us and hunt too if you don’t want to stride into one of these taverns.”
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@wcrriorhearts 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 : “ 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 , 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 . ” ( 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒂 ) // 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 !!
𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 , 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 , aegon put great effort into sorting out helaena’s words. were they in defense of the man he had become ? or were they a slight aimed at him ? for a moment , he regretted drinking so much at dinner. that feeling was fleeting , however , because typically these moments when he was left alone with his wife were monotonous . he knew she tried to be interesting , tried to make the best of the misery their marriage had become , but it never worked. tonight , though … tonight was starting to feel a little different .
maybe her comment was a little bit of both. a little bit of compassion , and a little bit of resentment. he supposed he could handle that.
❛ i think that perhaps you are right , darling wife , ❜ he responded , words only slightly slurred. a toned arm came to lay across the back of the couch they were both sat at , the prince leaning against it as he exhaled a small sigh. ❛ 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 , hm ? ❜ he was well aware of the self-indulgence of his remark , but despite his drunken state , it was perhaps the most genuine thing he had said to his sister since their wedding day. there may also have been hope laced in his words — hope that helaena could come to extend that same empathy towards him.
he’d done a lot wrong , and he would continue to do wrong. the possibility of forgiveness was slim , but not impossible. 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 .
#wcrriorhearts#*ੈ ☾‧₊˚ of monsters and men — default verse.#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ words written in invisible ink — answered.#I LOVE THIS ALREADY !#↻ i will never be enough for queue.
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† 𝕺𝖑𝖉 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖞𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕬𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖘
engraved cigarette case : romantic evenings , golden hour , vintage furniture , darks and neutrals , beautiful perfumes , candle light , charcuterie boards and expensive wine , capsule closets , minimal makeup , throws the best cocktail parties , a city dweller
convertible : makes each day fun and exciting , always planning a trip , not afraid of getting lost , uses a tote bag or backpack everyday , takes the best photos , plane tickets as bookmarks , picture frames all around their home , many stories to tell
datebook : clean and organized , chic yet sensible , usually takes leadership , never falls behind , good at public speaking , strong and well-developed opinions , gives the best advice , fountain pens , tweed coats , hardcover books , hangs out in the library
vanity : puts on makeup just for fun , names their pets after flowers , photo shoots around the house , collects vintage trinkets , casually researches skin and hair care , buys books for the pretty cover , drinks fruity and floral teas , a weekly bath night
sunglasses : quiet and private , has a secret spot , always a little distracted , daily yoga , infused water , a collection of healthy recipes , looks for shapes in the clouds , collects seashells or minerals , prefers sunrises , makes comfy clothes look fashionable
(faux) fur coat: goes shopping everyday , ice cold exterior , would never talk about their problems , lives alone and loves it , thinks romance is fun but not essential , luxury vacations , black coffee , stays up late , quietly loves gossip , exclusively wears heels
martini glass : goes to parties , acrylic nails , loves to flirt , friendly and social , aesthetic chameleon , a playlist for every mood , wants to try everything , far too many clothes , always the center of attention , seen as intimidating but actually really nice
a little pet : gets excited on sunny days , gives the best hugs , fiercely loyal , falls a lot , not easily embarrassed , makes everybody laugh and feel loved , ice cream cones , picnics in the park , blowing bubbles , pro-stickers , a complicated coffee order
hair bow : playing footsie under the table , likes fireworks , hums romantic songs , dances alone in their room , constantly makes up stories in their head , loves to eat sweets , uses many colored pens and highlighters , always cheerful
tagged by: @bitofthisandthat (thanks!!!)
tagging: I’ve tagged so many of you in things recently so just steal it if you feel it
#dash games;;#[ in how I write vlad and do things here ]#[ i certainly don't take heavy influence from the old universal monsters films from old hollywood (sarcasm) ]#[ vlad would do so well in the old hollywood era ]#[ god the men's fashion then HMPH BOI he would look good -- like a crime boss ]#[ he already drive a rolls royce in his modern verse ]#[ he's not into the sporty look but the ''traditional/classic'' type of $$ look ]#[ luxury and sumptuous > sporty snazz ]
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❝ are you always this snarky ? ❞ maybe it isn't smart to go after a pilot like this , especially one that could easily knock him into next tuesday , but that doesn't stop him. when would that ever stop him from being who he naturally is ( a little shit ) ? colorful tattooed arms cross over his chest , looking down at the woman with a raised brow. at last . . . someone who doesn't tower over him. ❝ sheesh , maybe tone it down a bit ? you came in guns blazing & it's only 9am. ❞
fight fight fight , @ltdice enters the lab.
#ltdice#* ´ ☣ˑ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ﹕ the doctor is in.#* ´ ☣ˑ 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒 ﹕ of monsters & men.#SOME SNARK TIME#idk this could be pacific rim versed or t.op gun verse#either one !#just thought it'd be fun to play with banter uwu
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“Some days I can’t even trust myself…”
#inspired by a song#ic#opens#open starter#open to mutuals!#song: little talks#by of monsters and men#Verse One- Leader
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The thing about Monster that I'm currently obsessed with: the way Odysseus humanizes his enemies as he dehumanizes himself. He correctly describes the motivations of the Cyclops, Circe, and even Poseidon which takes a level of understanding that people struggle with under the best circumstances. But then in the same verse he describes himself from the view of the Trojans. ("Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping soldiers because he is vile?")
and of course the whole song is "Monster". If Odysseus can't stop seeing his enemies as people (seeing his own son in the Trojan infant), if that is what is killing his men and if there is no future where he makes it home as the person he is, then of course he has no choice but to stop being a person.
#epic the musical#jorge rivera-herrans turn on your location#i just want to fight#please listen to epic the musical
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[ FIGHT ]: sender and receiver engage in a game of play wrestling together.
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍.
“Ack!” Thor lets out a startled yelp as he’s suddenly knocked over onto his side. He’d just been staring up at the sky lost in his thoughts when a force came out of nowhere and knocked him over. The electric type quickly jumps up on all fours and stares incredulously at his assailant. “H-Huh?” Before he could say anything else, he finds himself getting nudged onto his side without a word again. “H-Hey, Reno! What’s the big idea?” Thor stands back on his hind legs and narrows his eyes at the redhead curiously, wondering why he suddenly attacked but then he takes note of the playful grin adorning his features when the turk grabs him around the middle with one arm while using his free hand to bully his knuckles against the space between his ears.
Snickers begin leaving the chu as he starts to squirm in the taller’s hold, front paws and hind feet slapping against the lean frame. “Ahahaha, hey, cut it out!” Thor manages to break free of the hold and lands on all fours shaking his head a bit. He looks up at the other, with big eyes and a shaky grin.
Was… Reno trying to… play with him?
Excitement courses through his small frame and his tail begins to thump audibly against the floor behind him. He’d been so bored the past few days with nothing to do and no one to hang out with. Now it seemed he didn’t have to worry about his boredom anymore. “Hm, I get it now,” Thor says lowering his upper body to the ground in a crouch, his bolt-shaped tail rising in the air and swishing behind him playfully. “Alright, it’s on,” with a sharp-toothed grin, the mouse leaps straight at the turk head first, aiming to tackle him to the ground.
“Hah!”
#devilreno#thor || [ask] || present#thor || [meme] || play nice#thor || [verse] || monsters among men: lightning materia not needed#haaaaaayyy *grabby hands* how ya been?
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* ´ 🥽ˑ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ﹕ part one.
#* ´ 🥽ˑ edits.#* ´ 🥽ˑ pinned.#* ´ 🥽ˑ saved.#* ´ 🥽ˑ portrait.#* ´ 🥽ˑ study.#* ´ 🥽ˑ aesthetic.#* ´ 🥽ˑ physique.#* ´ 🥽ˑ ic.#* ´ 🥽ˑ answered.#* ´ 🥽ˑ ask meme.#* ´ 🥽ˑ headcanon.#* ´ 🥽ˑ out of character.#* ´ 🥽ˑ verse ﹕ of monsters & men.#* ´ 🥽ˑ verse ﹕ stop the clock.#* ´ 🥽ˑ verse ﹕ down the rabbit hole.#* ´ 🥽ˑ verse ﹕ ending the world.#* ´ 🥽ˑ verse ﹕ weird science.#* ´ 🥽ˑ verse ﹕ taught to be no fool.
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I always liked Raphael (he’s hot, what can I say) but you and your fic made me love him so much. I was so excited to see him imagined as a trans man and it’s been so special to watch him grapple with a lot of the same thoughts I have had time and again. One part that really sticks out is the need to prove himself, to be a better man than the born men around him. Ooooh boy, that same thought has kept me awake many many times.
Thank you for writing this deeply complicated man’s story so tenderly and beautifully and for giving me and countless other trans guys the opportunity to see ourselves in this character. It really means the world.
We are here: strong, ambitious, angry, resilient by necessity, and so soft under it all. It’s so rare to see it all so brilliantly captured.
Your fic is a real treat to read, and I can’t thank you enough for it.
ps: pls give our boy a happy ending bc god, does he deserve the world. Can’t wait for the next chapter!
the moment raphael stepped on screen and offered my character salvation in a place called the house of hope i was absolutely ensnared - and throughout the game i kept thinking ‘there has to be more to him, there has to be’, because i’m also so desperately fed up with the black and white ‘DEVIL BAD EVIL’ thinking. i’m a luciferian witch irl and my name is judas - i’ve always had a soft spot for what divinity labels wicked.
and i’m fed up with queer men being the evil stupid devil. queer people of all and any and no gender have been vilified enough.
and especially queer trans men. there was something about raphael specifically - the desperation, the fear. i saw something of myself in him and ran with it and the way i’m connecting with you and other trans men…. something magical is happening with this. all i want is to uplift us. to specifically uplift trans men - and even beyond that, gay trans men. the struggle we face is almost unbelievable, but we are strong.
we have always had to be strong, haven’t we?
thank you for seeing so much of your own journey in him and thank you for telling me, for being vulnerable enough to share this.
we are resilient by necessity and hoping always we will finally find sanctuary where we can be soft.
i can promise you - raphael does find that sanctuary, and he does get a very happy ending. i swear.
I adore you. may you find peace in resilience and the ability to put the shield and sword down to rest in true safety, my dear. 💕
#the land of gods and monsters verse#bg3 raphael#I love u all so much#trans men#trans things#baldur’s gate 3
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* ´ 🥽ˑ 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ﹕ part two.
#* ´ 🥽ˑ verse ﹕ of monsters & men.#* ´ 🥽ˑ verse ﹕ stop the clock.#* ´ 🥽ˑ verse ﹕ down the rabbit hole.#* ´ 🥽ˑ verse ﹕ ending the world.#* ´ 🥽ˑ verse ﹕ weird science.#* ´ 🥽ˑ verse ﹕ taught to be no fool.
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@starlyht
“Sometimes I think about everything that’s been left behind and wonder how I’ve managed to survive it.” They had met in passing in the last village, she’d been staring at a notice board and he’d been buying some new things for his horse. Something about her had been familiar or maybe he had heard of her. A Witcher. Everyone had heard of those and those seemed far more safe than the Witch Hunters, that he was trying to avoid. He wasn’t sure what he was. He had never been properly trained which meant he wasn’t actually a Mage but - he did know that he was something. “I mean these swords that we have - “ he reached down and touched the sword at his hip. He hadn’t used it really but she seemed to know her way around the one that she wore. “ - they help well enough but...maybe there’s something else that helped you?”
#;starter#;threads#verse ; of monsters & men ; the witcher au#starlyht#ch: cirilla of cintra#i chose ciri if that's alright!
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