#goat inhuman

[redacted-coiner]

Goat Flags

[PT: Goat Flags]

Chalice, Dagger, Tome, and Amulet individual who feel connected to goats and/or rams in some way, are otherkin, therians, neurodivergent, stuff, etc... if u like goat aesthetics too.

Goat Flag temp

[Tagging] @radiomogai, @liom-archive , @liomarchive , @imoga-pride , @kin-flags + @loveletterliom

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

y'know, the fact one smile from a totally strange injured dumpster lady was enough to make charlie do the whole glance-away, flustered hair tuck thing really has me wondering...

the first time vaggie looked her in the eye and called her "sweetie". like. how charlie even survive that

or the first instance of "babe" for that matter

clearly she did survive- vaggie uses those all the time for her now- but this after 3 odd years of exposure. and based off of the effect that first smile had.... charlie. do your early reactions to those pets count among the embarrassing things about you that only vaggie knows. how long did it take. for you to feel secure enough to let her use them. around other people. >:D

[aphemorpha]

kayne should be a centipede or maybe arthropleura.

[spaciebabie]

Tell us about how you used to have a crush on Al-An please!

-Sincerely, someone who still has a crush on Al-An

oh yeah so this was like a really brief character crush i had. i tend to crush on inhuman characters (gee i wonder why coughs in aroace) so like al-an pulled up and one look at that guy and it was over. honestly i think that one of the main reasons i started crushing on him was b/c of his voice. i dont have a crush on him anymore obviously but i still think hes cool!

[owlinaminor]

yesterday I was arrested while playing my drum at a protest, and the precinct where they took me and my comrades was set up with individual cells so we couldn't talk to each other while waiting to be let out. no phones or reading material either. as a result I spent the better part of 3-4 hours just singing mountain goats songs to myself, and never have I more appreciated this band's immense discography

[sp11ked]

hey hi hello sorry for the lack of oc on ts (this) blog i aint been active much my fault gng take this quick low quality post as my penance </3

[maximusboltaqon]

ok list of very very important inhuman royals questions:

1: does gorgon wear horseshoes? does he need to shave the bottom of his hooves? is he just straight up walking around barefoot in battlefields?? what if he steps on glass???

2: does gorgon have a special bed due to the nature of his legs? or does he just like.... hang them off the end. they seem to bend pretty weirdly i cant imagine laying like a human would be entirely comfortable, especially since he already has back/joint pain.

3: how does triton, for that matter, sleep? does he need to blink? does he eat underwater or does he need to take his mask on and off? does he get thirsty? does he drink his breathing water? is his room a Standard Room or is it like... an aquarium or something?

4: do the rest of the family use sign language or do they just know it? does lockjaw know the sign language? obviously bb can communicate with telepathy, so does lockjaw simply detect his telepathy, or does lockjaw actually know the sign for sit?

5: i need to know if washing machines exist in attilan. dishwashers? microwaves? seemingly, being seperated from the rest of the world, they would not have this tech prior to like... new attilan. has black bolt bought a toaster.

[merakiorder]

what if i made a blog where I literally just posted mountain goats lyrics that make me insane as I remember them

[gillymugs]

One of the best things I’ve ever gotten ever. On the wall he goes!!!!

Maximus my favorite madman

For @gillymugs

[redacted-coiner]

Petritale Goat

[PT: Petritale Goat]

Petritale(link) individual who feel connected to goats in some way, are otherkin, therians, neurodivergent, stuff, etc… if u like goat aesthetics too.

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[songmingisthighs]

Missing Out

group : ateez

pairing : dilf!mingi × reader

genre : smut

wc : 4.1 k

tw : mdni, explicit smut; daddy kink, teasing, dirty talk, age gap (mingi's like mayhaps at least a decade older, but both are still within legal limits), thigh riding, spitting, alcohol consumption (not to the point of being drunk, it's just for vibes and... spitting lmao),

a/n : frfr i hope he doesn't see this fic because God i would not be able to defend myself. tbh i planned on posting this on mingi's bitthday but i got shit happening to me. shit without my consent and I'm just trying to ride the stress like gandalf hopped up on cocaine riding smaug. so ykw i decided to post this on my birthday instead lmao. special thanks to @kitten4sannie for listening to me drop some ideas while i was on a road trip, i did some adjustments but it's still sexually frustrated dilf!mingi this fic is finally out so i hope you and everyone enjoy it <3

a/n/n : i take no responsibilities for any calf cramp that may or may not happen but alyssa, i still blame you for the great leg cramp at ass o'clock

a/n/n/n : my birthday sucks because it felt more like public service than anything but i got ticket to go to singapore again so i'll be reunited with my little brother and little sisters soon✌️ i'm raising money for my mental wellbeing which is so totally code for i'm trying to find a way to make my shituation better by making myself just the slightest bit happier after today's shenanadoodles

buy me coffee ?

After the day Mingi had, the cold drink in his hand felt like the reward he deserved. It was only then that Mingi realized why people always say that the Family Court is rough. Still, of course, it was extra rough for him because his ex-wife, the horned creature incarnate (a goat, not the devil), had dragged his name through the mud just to get the maximum alimony because she was a narcissistic bum with no life skill to fall back to as if Mingi was the one who told her to quit her job as a dental hygienist when they first got married.

During the mediation meetings and court proceedings, she took all of the potshots she could While no one took her seriously, it still pained Mingi because the more she and her lawyer attacked him, calling out all of his insecurities and questioning his character, the more obvious it was that Mingi had wasted 9 years of his life on this loser and he missed out on all of the marital milestones. The main sore spot was having kids. She argued that putting her body through pregnancy was out of the question because there were risks that could cause her body to look weird in the future and it's inhumane how a woman's body had to contort in such a way to accommodate another living being. But when her breast implant popped when she slammed the car door too hard, it was 'a normal occurrence'.

As much as his friend Yunho told him not to, Mingi couldn't help but wallow in the time he absolutely WASTED on the bitch only to be screwed over. The only good thing that came out of the divorce was the fact that he got out of it without having to pay alimony because his ex-wife had become too cocky with her cards. But still, Mingi had to give her the car, the savings account (that wasn't much compared to anything considering she had drained it to accommodate her filler addiction and alcohol dependency), and Tony Son, their personal trainer, the one thing Mingi could credit her because she had been the one who introduced him to the man who was able to sculpt his body to perfection.

"Is this seat taken?"

Mingi snapped his head to the side to see a woman younger than he, dressed in a tight-bodiced red sparkly dress that showed just enough cleavage for it to be classy rather than trashy and the A-line satin skirt stopped just three fingers width atop her knees. Slowly, Mingi nodded and gestured to the seat on his right side wordlessly. It wasn't until the woman flagged down the bartender and ordered her drink did Mingi questioned why she sat next to him when there were other seats in the bar.

"So, are you alone?" she asked, striking up a conversation with Mingi which honestly caught him by surprise because he had been told that he had a resting bitch face that doubled in intensity when he wasn't in the mood and he was doubling in his bad mood. "Yeah... I am, so..." his words allude to him wanting to be alone, but there was something about the person next to him that intrigued him so much so that his eyes seemed to be glued to her. Just the sight of her drinking her vodka cranberry made Mingi's eyes travel from her face down to her lap, watching the way she moved so gracefully. "So... You don't mind my asking why a man as handsome as you are would be sitting alone with a scowl on his face," she pointed out, forcing Mingi to consciously unfurrow his eyebrows and fake taking a sip of his drink, "I'm not scowling, I'm just tired and pissed off for wasting 9 years on a selfish bitch that deprived me of anything I want in life," he spat venomously, even the slight mention of his ex sent a really unpleasant taste in his mouth. "I'm so sorry to hear that. Anything I can do to help?" She pouted, inching closer to Mingi as somewhat of a signal. Noticing this, Mingi scoffed and shook his head but he still entertained the woman, "Got a time machine to help me undo the past 9 years?" "No, but maybe I can give you what your ex couldn't."

You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip when the look of shock on Mingi's face melted into intrigue. You had been watching him for an hour, sitting all alone, nursing his one drink as he toyed with his ring before chucking it into his breast pocket. Thank God he did because you were not about to approach a potentially spoken-for man. It took you a while to get substantial evidence of his status and it wasn't just because you were distracted by his plump ass in those slacks and the matching suit jacket and slightly unbuttoned black dress shirt didn't help your case.

"Little girl, I think I'm a bit too... Far for your reach," Mingi pointed out, raising an eyebrow at you as he wasn't sure that you knew what you were offering him. Mirroring him, you raised your eyebrow and shifted so that you faced him fully as you raised one leg and cross it over the other, successfully inviting Mingi to get a glimpse of more skin. "You don't know me or what I can do, sir," you smirked challengingly, now openly inviting him to poke you further.

You were delighted when you saw Mingi's jaw clench and throat bob after you called him sir. It was proof to you that Mingi had some sort of inclination of being in control and his little confession about not getting what he wanted from his ex-wife might be a glimpse of the kind of fun you could get from him. So without hesitation, you decided that you were going home with him.

Surprisingly, Mingi responded positively by leaning in to cup your chin and pull you close, just a wispy breath away from having your lips meet and you so desperately wanted to taste his because they just looked so damn juicy and plump. "You don't want to know all the things I've been deprived of... Baby." Your eyes darken and your legs crossed tighter to suppress the sudden arousal washing over your core, excited at the confirmation that Mingi was playing into your games just as you had wanted. All you needed to do was lock this down. So you let your hand lay on his thigh, squeezing it suggestively and enjoying the feeling of his muscle tensing underneath you each time your hand slid closer to his crotch to the point that your nail was scratching the inner side of his thigh just right. Despite being physically affected by you, Mingi still maintained eye-contact, daring you to poke his button just right.

"Yes, I do... Daddy."

In the blink of an eye, Mingi smashed his lips on you and all of the oxygen was knocked out of your lungs in one go. His lips were soft but the way he used them was rough yet calculated. You could taste the smoky whiskey on his tongue as he slipped it inside your mouth. Little did you know, he too, was enjoying the way you tasted. Your lip gloss had a sweetness to it that made him wonder if you're the type to plan things or if it was just a happy coincidence. He also took note of how you allowed him to lead you and the more he asserted himself onto you with every nibble of his lip and every caress of his tongue, showing that you're more on the submissive side and he likes it. A lot. The more you felt pleasure, the more you pleasured him back as evidenced by your hand rubbing against his raging boner.

Mingi smirked at the way you whimpered when he finally pulled away from you to slap a couple bills on the counter before he got off the stool, pulling you along with him. You wobbled slightly but Mingi immediately pulled you flush on his chest and despite having just made out with him, you found the gesture very hot. "Wanna go see if you can keep up with the list of things I missed out on?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Mingi must be some kind of a business owner because no way he would have had a rather impressive office where you found yourself in. Well, on top of him on his couch, grinding your panty-less core against his thigh with your top down, allowing the older man to ogle at your tits as you tried to make yourself cum.

"Is that the best you can do?" Mingi taunted, circling his crystal glass which produced a tinkling sound from the ice in the drink he poured as soon as you reached his home. "Daddy, I want you to touch me," you whined but your hip was still relentlessly moving after making a big deal of how his thighs were so strong and you wanted to sit on them like a throne. So instead of just sitting, Mingi told you to make yourself useful and prep your pussy without his help and he wanted you to do it by riding his thigh. His thick, glorious thigh. "Don't you want to touch me, daddy?" you teased, cupping your boobs and tweaking your own nipples whilst throwing your head back, making a show out of it just to get Mingi to touch you. Sure, Mingi was intrigued, but he knew damn well that he was holding the reigns and he had to hold himself back from jumping at the opportunity to completely ravish you too soon. "I do, baby, but you're being a brat right now and refusing to listen to me. Had I wanted that, I would've stayed with my ex-wife." Your head snapped back up at the mention of his ex-wife and you glared at his smug smirking face, "You have me half naked on your lap and you still mentioned your ex-wife?" you gathered your skirt in your hand, exposing your cunt to Mingi's eyes and slowed your pace to a prolonged drag that left long, dark stain courtesy of your arousal.

Finding your petulance adorable, Mingi chuckled and pulled you in for a searing kiss with one hand cupping your chin and the other slapping you on the ass as if telling you to speed up your movement. "You're an adorable little doll and I'm gonna break you," he muttered against your lips before you could reply to him, Mingi tugged your hair back as he casually took a sip from his drink. The action made you yelp and Mingi swiftly leaned over and spit the drink into your mouth and clamped your jaw shut. "Swallow," he commanded and as you came down from being surprised, you stared into Mingi's eyes. At first, you only stared at him, feigning defiance just for fun and Mingi found that both intriguing and annoying. His grip moved to tightly grasp your jaw and he growled, "Swallow. It." He demanded in a stern voice that made your panties more damp as your cunt clench, leaving you unable to do anything more than whine and swallow the burning liquid. Mingi found you very mesmerizing even on an act as simple as you taking heed of his words. The stray spit and alcohol that trickled from the corners of your lips enhanced the glimmer of your smudged lipstick and lipgloss combo, turning Mingi on with how effortlessly sultry you looked. He was down and he was down bad. He wasn't even sure if he was down because Once the liquid was no longer there, you rolled out your tongue to proudly show your obedience and Mingi let out a shuddered breath seeing you just blindly following his orders like the good puppet you are.

"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me."

In a flash, Mingi flipped you both around so that you were trapped underneath him with your head strategically on the armrest. The elevation allowed you to watch as Mingi dragged a hand down your body as if you were a work of art. "All this time... I was missing a lot all this time, that bitch took nine years out of me and gave me nothing," Mingi shuddered both in anger and in arousal. The contrasting thoughts between being so angry at his former partner and the excitement of being rewarded by being able to ravish you felt like waves crashing inside him. It was thrilling. It was exciting. It got his adrenaline pumping and God, he felt alive. "Poor baby," you purred all the while slowly popping the buttons of his dress shirt off to reveal the soft skin underneath, "You're so frustrated, It's a good thing I'm here now huh?"

You swung your leg up and used the tip of your toe to tilt Mingi's chin upwards maintaining a somewhat neutral expression but the twinkle in your eyes indicated clear intrigue. "Tell me all the things you want to do. What do you want most?" the question made Mingi roll his eyes back and he grabbed your leg by your ankle. "You nasty slut, you want to have an older cock so bad you're enticing me with empty promises, huh?" He mumbled against the skin of your leg, trailing his lips down from the heel and lower to your calf as his body followed down until he eventually stopped at the mid-section of your inner thigh. You helped him by flipping your skirt up, exposing your cunt wholly to him and slotting the leg you lifted on his shoulder, "Empty promises? I want to give you whatever you want daddy, and in order for me to be able to do that, I need to know what it is."

Thinking that he had nothing to lose anyway, Mingi smirked and decided to test you. "I want a baby," he stated, "I want to put my baby in you," he said oh so casually as if he hadn't had his fingers poking and prodding your cunt like they just belonged there. Truthfully speaking, Mingi was expecting you to push him off and ran away screaming because what kind of a hookup just casually dropped a bomb as big as he did?

But it seemed like Mingi's luck was turning around for the better because you replied by reaching forward to free his cock from his pants, trying as best as you could to suppress the surprise at Mingi's size (but failing as evidenced by the way your eyes bulged slightly and your tongue peeking out to lick your bottom lip in hunger) before you leaned back and opened your legs widely as an invitation for him. "Then do it, fuck me so hard and dumb and deep that I'd have no other choice but to have your baby," you smiled up at him. Mingi could only stare at you in shock initially, not really knowing what you meant until you whined and pulled him closer using the leg that was hooked on his shoulder. "Daddy, don't make me wait too long. Come on, put a baby in me!" you pleaded, cunt throbbing with eagerness to feel Mingi's cock stretching you now that you already caught a glimpse.

The shock melted away from Mingi's face and even as he was guiding his cock to your core, he was still carefully watching your face, not wanting to waste any twitch or shift in your face from feeling him but also he was trying to be careful in case you showed him any indication of regret or if you changed your mind. But the way you whined and rolled your hips so your wet cunt could meet his cock more gave him the green light.

"You dirty slut," Mingi grunted before he shoved his length inside you in one fluid movement. The accumulating arousal from you riding his thigh provided proper lubrication but his sheer size was not something you're used to so your body tensed up at the impact. "F-fuck, daddy, y-you-" "Am I tearing you apart, baby? Are you being split into two on daddy's fat cock?" he asked in faux worry that was just him being condescending towards you. But you don't care, you found it hot even when he talked down to you as if you were nothing but his plaything. "Yes, yes, daddy, I'm being split open on your cock but I love it! I love it so much!" you moaned, hands clawing at his skin, causing red streaks to appear from the pressure of your nails, "Fuck, I want more!"

With that, Mingi pushed your legs up by your thighs, exposing more of your lower half to him. "Be daddy's good girl and hold these open, I wanna see your pussy taking my cock raw," he hissed, eyes zeroing on the way your puffy lips split open to accommodate his size. Carefully, as if assessing a great piece of art, Mingi watched attentively The view almost brought tears to his eyes but he channeled the somewhat endearing moment into fucking you stupid into the mattress.

Each drag of Mingi's cock felt like fire against your inner walls. Although there was a slight discomfort with each movement, the added pleasure of being filled like you had never before made you addicted.

If you thought you were enjoying yourself, Mingi was very close to combusting and he was trying his best to not cum too soon as he didn't wanna be branded as the geezer who came too early. But he couldn't help it, not with the way both his ego and his cock were stroked. It was as if you were made for him and he felt that the moment he entered your sopping cunt. So Mingi shifted his focus to you instead, working to get you to cum first.

"Come on baby, cum for daddy. I need you to cum first so you'd be ripe and open for me to fill you up," Mingi huffed, pressing his pointy nose against the junction of your neck that sent tingles down your spine, "We need to do our best to make sure that you'd be good and pregnant, right?" The weight of his words caused your head to spin as the thought of him filling you full for his own pleasure filled your mind. "Yes, yes daddy, make me cum please," you whined into his ears, your body reacting almost automatically by rolling your hips against his own to match his speed and desire. Mingi growled hungrily and his pace quickened significantly as the impact got harder. You were sure that after this your ass would be different shades of red and blue but you couldn't care less. Especially if Mingi wanted to do more rounds with you, you'd gladly wear the bruises like a badge of honor.

"Fuck, you're so hot like this, you're so hot when you're willing and submissive for me," Mingi grunted, even verging on whining into your ears because you just felt so good to him but he held firm, "Are you close, baby? Are you cumming soon?" Lucky for him, you nodded hurriedly, confirming that you were close. Your brain had been marinating in the dizzying arousal that it was embarrassingly quick for you to nearly reach your climax in a rather short time. However, your response was deemed lacking to Mingi who wanted to hear a verbal response from you. Mingi was quick to slap you hard on your left tit as a punishment, feeling the need to chastise you for simplifying your response.

The words died on Mingi's tongue and his hips sharply halted to a stop when he saw you yelp and shudder before coming completely undone underneath him, writhing pathetically as your nails grazed his skin, leaving red streaks for Mingi to show off for days on end. His eyes darken when he saw tears pooled in your own eyes before dropping, creating the illusion of your eyes sparkling which served a rather complex combination of innocence and sinful. "M-M- Daddy," you whimpered in almost a hushed tone, barely comprehensible but to Mingi the sound was thunderous in Mingi's ears, ringing, because his baby girl needed him. His baby girl wanted him. His baby girl who's willing to give him anything he could ask for was longing for him. So who is he to deny you?

Seeing you in such a vulnerable state seemed to unlock something primal in Mingi because while you were reeling down from your orgasm, Mingi was instead put into some sort of a trance. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, slightly hoping that he could taste your sweetness in the air, and his hips restarted with a pace so hard and quick, for a moment you forgot that Mingi was a human.

The pleasure from your orgasm tripled with the additional friction continuously given by Mingi whose head was flooded with the thought of truly possibly getting you pregnant from this first time. Not that he was planning on only fucking you once, not after he felt how good you made him feel both emotionally and physically. He was planning to pamper you to death and maybe that was the sexually frustrated side in him but he didn't care, he didn't care how crazy he was because you were the one who made him crazy.

The sound of hips snapping together in a rhythm accompanied by your drunk-like moans sounded like a symphony in Mingi's ears. "F-fuck baby, I'm gonna fill you up now," Mingi grunted, his eyes closing and his forehead dropping to your shoulder, "I'm gonna fill you up with my seed to the brim and you're gonna be a good girl and keep it all in so my baby can grow safely inside of you, okay?" He whispered so intimately against your shoulder that both your lips and cunt wept. You wouldn't be surprised if there was a pool underneath you after you were done and you won't hesitate to ask for more. "Cum, daddy. Cum inside me. Fill me up so hard and full like you promised me!" You whined, your hands snaking around his shoulders to hold tight as the overstimulation caused a tingling pain that made your toes curl while Mingi was getting such a high from his ego being fed.

"Fuck, baby girl, this is it, I'm gonna put my baby in you!" Mingi grunted and thrusted, once, twice, thrice, before his hips stuttered and you felt a gush of warmth spilling deep inside your cunt. The physical feeling of being filled up made your eyes roll into your head and the realization of what just happened made you blush as if you weren't whoring for his cock not 10 minutes ago.

As Mingi slowly came down from his high, his mind cleared up and he was able to pepper kisses from your shoulders, up your neck, along your jawline, and then gently all over your face. The contrast of the sweetness of the older man and the nasty act you both just did made you suddenly turn all giggly and shy. "Aww, come on, are you trying to get away from me?" Mingi smirked, trying to chase another kiss from your lips but you kept dodging him, "That's pretty absurd considering I still have my cock inside of you, plugging you full." Your eyes widened at the vulgarity of his chosen words and you couldn't help but smack him on the shoulder but fail to hold back a giggle, "Don't say it like that!" "Like what? Like the way it is?" Mingi teased, pushing himself up to trail a finger on your stomach which made your breath hitch and your muscle to tense, "I need to make sure you really do get pregnant so you can give me my baby just like I wanted," his voice trailed as his fingers drew patterns on your skin almost lovingly and the nonsensical side of you wanted to believe that he was showing his affection to you. You figured that there was only one way to find out.

Without missing a beat, you took his finger that was tracing your skin into your mouth and start licking around as if it was a lollipop, effectively causing Mingi's attention to shift to your face and his cock to twitch inside you. "Who said we're only gonna try this once, daddy? You're gonna fuck me as much as you like until I'm good and pregnant."

The smirk that bloomed on Mingi's face was devilish and almost menacing, showing his genuine intention to get wamhat he wanted.

"I hope you'd never ask. I'm gonna fuck you all night long and you're gonna be a good girl and take it all with no complaint."

As if you'd say no.

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[homeofhousechickens]

Can I talk about something serious. I want to talk about some shared trauma I think me and some of the people in my askbox might share.

If you have experienced something similar feel free to give your thoughts.

Content warning for animal death and child and animal abuse.

I see a lot of people who say they couldn't raise an animal and eat it because they have this horrible memory where their family got them a pet or maybe they just got really attached to a specific farm animal that was or wasnt destined to be killed then at a later date their family either kills the animal in a traumatic inhumane fashion and makes the kid eat it or they sneakily cull the animal then feed it to the kid then go "haha your eating your friend" (horrific to do that to someone btw)

I'm not talking about meat chickens that you named and knew where going to be eaten either but it's also ok if that made you sad as well. It should make you sad it's normal.

What im talking about is when you have a favorite cow and your family knows this, then they go out into the field and shoot her in the head because you backed talk them. Or maybe you're really attached to a specific rabbit, you name it, and your family says you can keep it till one day your family gets mad at you so they cull it and make you eat it.

I want to say that your experience is awful and that you were abused. You are justified in feeling hurt and your trauma is valid.

The sad fact of the matter is your family didn't do that to teach you about death or your food or whatever. It is likely your family did that because they want wanted to cause you emotional pain on purpose. That's why the event usually happens after a bad grade or a you misbehaved a bit. Of course it can come out of nowhere as well because someone was feeling bored and wanted to teach you a "lesson".

There is no excuse for what they did to you, it was cruel.

This has nothing to do with farming or with livestock. I have realized it isn't uncommon for people who went through that to then decide all farmers are evil animal abusers who kill animals on a whim.

Unfortunately abusers exist in all facets of life. If it wasn't your pet horse/goat/cow/ect they likely would have constructed a situation where they could have traumatized you with some other animal if you were the type of child to get attached to animals.

I'm really sorry about this stuff. It doesn't really matter what animal it was either because this happens to all sorts of people from different backgrounds. Maybe your mom threw bleach in your fish tank, for example. It's all still pretty horrific abuse.

What Im getting at is that you're valid in feeling uncomfortable about death and raising animals for food. It just doesn't make the people doing those things evil or the same as your abusers.

To me raising my animals is just the part of the circle of life, which is something I think a lot of people are really far removed from. I help raise something, i treat it very well, and when the time comes i give them a quick and humane death. I never cull something when I'm feeling emotional or angry. I just extremely grateful and thankful for the animal and what it has done for me and will continue to do for me even in death. I think that's beautiful and nothing like the horrible "lesson" that so many others were taught.

[tmwcs]

Beauty and the Beast

• Part One •

Warnings: nothing too extreme…yet. Hints of suicidal acts/ideations and cat and mouse chase. Part two is going to be a bit gross though…definitley read this boring part to prepare yourself for part two. Also not proofread so please ignore the mistakes. ✌🏻

Lost in a hypnotic state of bewilderment, your attention is captivated by the beauty of the pink hue emerging from the glass bell jar. The crystal rose magically floats in mid air, leaving you amazed and perturbed. How incredible was it to see something extraordinary that defies the laws of gravity? You reach out to lift the lid when a grueling shadow suddenly casts the entire room. Your sight switches over to the open balcony and witnesses something out of this world staring back at you. The details of the inhuman entity staring became a blur. You didn’t want to stick around to study it–your instincts propelled you to run instead. Immediately, you turned and rushed over to the door when you felt its grip on your arm yanking you back. It shifts you around and takes a good look at you, forcing you to do the same. The creature had two large hooves that propped its magnificently strong figure. It resembled that of a man with large muscle and an extended height. Under his partially open cloak, his anatomy flourished in full display and you shamefully witnessed the creature to be male. His broad chest casted impressive pectoral muscles that were both lean and heavy. His arms were long and his hands were decorated with lengthy claws as the length of his smooth hair subtly drapes loosely over his wrists. His neck was also crowned with long strands that shined black as the granite. His head resembled a large goat head with two large horns that remained predominantly straight at the base, and curved at the tip. You were forced to watch as the rectangular pupils studied you from head to toe. Resembling the eyes of a sheep or a goat, this creature expresses every demonic feature that was written in the darkest tale.

You barely gained enough time to recover from the blasphemous appeal before you. A voice emerges from the creature, setting you back to a stunned state of mind. Your vision snapped forward and straight to his eyes when he spoke in a loud and deep tone. His pitch was not human, it carried the growling purr of a wild beast and the roaring vibration of a demon. “And you are?”

Despite the blank stare, his snarling snout flared his anger. He was every violation of the Holy Bible–the true image of Hell. “P-please let me go…” you shivered out under a shallow breath. It was hard to speak out. Fear overtook your senses as your hands clam up from his tightened grip. “Answer my question or I’ll tear you to pieces.”

Momentarily, the beast releases your arm and thrashes a nearby console table, splitting it in half. You collapse from the destruction cowering in fear. The shattering crack pierces your ear as you scream out begging for the monster to stop. He roars and continues to thrash all the beautiful antique paintings within the room. His beastly form appears in full display as the cloak flies off from the tantrum, revealing a whiplashing tail. Leaving the handsome portrait and the rose untouched, the beast destroys the entire study, leaving it in tatters. You curl up and begin tearing up. Covering your ears, you try to calm yourself when you notice that the clattering halts. You lift your head to view the room. It's empty. The beast was nowhere to be found.

Grabbing your phone and quickly making your way to the door, you rushed down the stairs and through the hall. You couldn’t remember how to get to the main hall where the exit was. Lost inside the mansion, the echoes of the beast's roars from outside caused you to take cover as you maneuvered through the narrow hall. “Shit…”

Seconds pass and the howling stir of echoes become distant, allowing you to rebuild the fortitude to move again. Frantically running, you reach the end of the corridor. Turning the corner, a pair of stabled hands grip your arms–pinning them together. Yelping, a burst of tears emerge when you realize that the one who has you is none other than butler. “Young lady–” his voice was calm, despite witnessing your distress. You shift within his grip. He was surprisingly strong despite his age. Appealing to his sensibility from earlier, you pleaded for his help. “Please–! You have to help! There–there’s something inside this house! It’s a monster!”

“Shh…” he coos you. “You’re alright. Nevermind my master’s rudeness, he’s always cranky when awoken from his slumber.”

You paused at the wording. “M-master?” your brows furrowed in confusion as you inquired for the butler to elaborate. Here all along you mistakenly assumed that the master of the household to be that of a child. “Th-that was the master you spoke about? The one that was napping? What is he? What is this place? Get me out of here!”

You become hysterical as you try to peel his hands off, yet he re-stabilizes you once more. “Young lady, you must calm yourself before he hears you. My master is not one to react kindly to foreign disturbances inside his home.”

His words convince you to calm down. Your sobbing quiets down as he places a finger against his lips and gently hushes you. Another roar from the beast emerges from afar. “He’s in the main hall, we will need to go back towards the study.”

You gasped at his insistence. “What?! No!”

He shushes you once more. “If we proceed forward, he will see you and I won't be able to save you then. The best course is to have you remain in one of the guest rooms and wait there until it is clear for you to leave. Please have trust.”

Hopelessness drapes over as the beast’s roar grows louder. The butler rushes to the nearest guestroom. “Remain here. I will have Mrs. Potts come in to check on you as I attend to my Master. Remember…you must not leave this room.”

Leaving you, the butler rushes in the direction of his master’s thunderous cries. “On my way sir!” he shouts, disappearing into the abyss of the narrow corridor.

Struggling to find comfort in waiting for the butler, you begin walking towards the same direction. “Sir?…” you gently call out, hoping to hear a reassuring response. You continue on the path until you reach the main grand hall, where the chandeliers gently warm the atmosphere with dimmed candlelight. The glass windows shutter, startling you. Something was banging the walls from the other side that resulted in a series of subtle booms and vibrations. You cover your ears as you continue walking, hoping to see someone kind and helpful to aid you towards the exit. In a split second your hopes experienced victory when you saw a figure ahead…yet it was short lived.

The beast stepped into the light and snarled. A magnificent form of power and strength, he slightly hunched over as if taking position to charge. Your heart sinks into your stomach as your vision blurs. What started as a few steps backwards quickly transitioned into a direct one-eighty turn and a sprint. Running away, you hear the pounding hooves behind clash against the marble tiles. They grew louder, stronger, and more dreadful as they closed the distance. Reaching the main study where you first saw the beast, you panic. Making all that progress just to be sent back to square one presented a feeling of hopelessness and the act of surrendering was at your fingertips. Should you just let the beast devour you alive? Or should you jump off the balcony? The options, while limited, were at your reach, however time was not on your side as you heard the beast clash against the heavy door. He rams his form against it a few more times and it begins to crack open. You peer over to the balcony and make your choice. Unfortunately there was no time to mourn and bid the world a farewell. Not even enough time to say a thoughtful prayer.

The beast continues with his destructive rage, beaching entrance as the door begins to hang by the loose hinges. You step onto the stone tiles and view the outside world from a heightened view and take a deep breath. Placing yourselves over the ledge, you station yourself on the opposite end and hang by the shaky grip of the concrete pillars, pressing your lower backside against the coolness of its smooth exterior. You don’t look down. It would only make it harder.

Chest up and facing the sky, you close your eyes. The final release will be based strictly on hearing. The final blow through the sprayed splinters of the mahogany panel will be your que to let go. Let it all go.

The final seconds felt like an eternity. But after hearing him burst through successfully, you release. Your eyes remain closed yet the teardrops find a way to escape from closed lids and decorate your reddened cheeks. You feel yourself slipping forward, knowing that there was no end until your body meets the ground. after fully embracing the end—the most challenging obstacle you’ve yet to overcome, a dreadful moment pangs you from within as you felt a harsh grab around your wrist. It was strong and tight. Your eyes jolt open as you whimper from the yank. Looking behind, you witness the image of monstrosity bringing you back in.

Bringing you back in…

Part Two

Taglist: @strxwbloody @nshmrarki @aquariushiiiii @addictedtohobi @nuriicata @lilyuwon

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hey 👀, so hear me out 😘 . So think about this .... bubblegum from adventure time inspired reader in invincible. Okey so everybody knows how kind, intelligent, and responsible she is , but also with a darker, more authoritarian side. She is a brilliant inventor and leader, deeply protective of her people . Bubblegum is since a morally gray character that needs a mark grayson to help her better understand and work better with others . Am thinking similar to adventure time she holds a deep love for her people(humanity) that she more than willing to do many actions that are seen as inhuman inorder to protect earth from enemies. We can even explore the type of horrible things she does to certain people like in adventure time . She's always in belief that she is doing the right thing . I kinda really wanna see the characters from the invincible universe reaction to her personality . Bubblegum is such a girlboss and world class tyrant that she would dominate in the invincible universe. But every girlboss needs a man like mark who will try to straighten her out and love her anyways .

Of course I can beautiful! So sorry for the delay, work been kicking my ass 😭😭😭. But I love the way you think, this one is gonna be a little bit different, I had to make a way for the reader to capture that leadership/motherhood vibe of PB (my goat) so please read the note!

Warnings: morally gray reader, Mark loves your crazy ass, slight body horror (body snatching) but nothing too crazy <3, Kate and Shapesmith are victims of you

IMPORTANT NOTE: the reader is an observer. You're an alien whose job is literally to observe, but you grew to love Earth. You don't have crazy powers other than the powers of science and some different anatomy, but you took the form of a human when you chose to live on Earth. Also not to sound too weird BUT the reader has no physical body that can be seen by the human eye. So, you can take over any sentient life form you want. You instead took over the body of a random girl who passed away and have been living your own life. I know it's weird, but it feels very PB like to me.

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🍬 Mark loves your little crazy ass! You're a little bit weird; he's noticed that. You have a tendency to spy on people. When he comes in and sees you sitting in meditation, eyes completely white he knows what you're doing. He calls it spying, you call it 'keeping an eye on things'

🍬He's quickly found there's almost two you's. The you who is a normal girl, who likes sleeping, social media, online shopping, reading, all the normal stuff

Then there's you who is...different. The you who's a scientist with some disturbing shit in your basement, you who spies on the people of Earth and has no issue putting people in prison until they learn your lesson. You see no issue with any of your actions, no matter how many human rights acts you violate. Besides, what are they gonna do? Arrest you?

🍬Cecil quickly learned he has no power over you. Not when you can literally take over the body of anyone you wanted and just do whatever. You could be you today and the President tomorrow morning. The government is aware of you and just has to be happy that you're on Earth's defense team.

🍬Mark falling for you was so unexpected. He's Invincible, the symbol of free will. He's all for 'let Earth figure it out', where you've used unsavory tactics to steer the people of Earth clear out of the path of self-destruction multiple times

🍬 The issue was, Mark was so in love with you that he didn't see your plans sometimes until it was too late.

🍬You don't feel the same at first. You're capable of loving but at the moment you just didn't feel like being in a relationship

🍬 Mark didn't see the 'evil' in you, not until you and Kate got into it. More so she got mad, you brushed her off and everyone was a bit weirded out. But you did something good. Kate's feelings were hurt, yes. But Multipaul was back in jail where he needed to be

It all started when you and Paul 'coincidentally' crossed paths. Next thing everyone knew, you were dating an assassin who suddenly wasn't so keen on killing. You never seemed too interested in him anyways, more so keeping him distracted.

Mark noticed it when you two were on FaceTime one night. Paul was there, happy to see you. You were mixing together two liquids when he eagerly called your name from a different room. You slammed the beaker down onto the table, Mark jumped from over the phone.

"Yes baby?" You called back through gritted teeth. But when Paul did come in, you greeted him with a hug and a kiss like you weren't just annoyed fifteen seconds ago. It took some convincing, but you eventually got him to leave you alone for just long enough

In truth, you just needed to keep Paul busy. Long enough for him to stop killing. From there, all he needed to do was keep blowing off his bosses. Like a love sick fool. As long as you kept kissing him with those bubblegum flavored lips he didn't even notice the pressure mounting on his shoulders

Eventually, Paul's status as a top assassin didn't matter when his loyalty was being questioned. It was kill or be killed. One kill, just one good one to reassert his loyalty.

🍬 But someone tipped off the police, and so off to jail he went. Through methods unknown to you, Kate convinced herself it was all your fault. All you did was date the guy to stop him from killing people, which led to him being forced into a crime and then put back into prison even though he was trying to turn his life around only for you to use his arrest as an excuse to cut him loose. God forbid women had ambition!

🍬 The fallout was bad. But you just stared at Kate. Letting her rage at you about how you sold him out and let him get arrested and 'how could you break his heart?!'

"Kate, I really liked Paul! Why would I stay with someone who would kill the moment things get to be too much? That's not safe for me. I'm sorry you feel upset, but there's just nothing I could do." You flipped through your text book before scribbling notes in the pages of your notebooks. Ex in maximum prison or not, you still had college to finish.

"Don't give me that shit! I have you figured out! You set him up, no one knew about that job!" The woman was in your face; finger pointed in your chest. You peered at her over your glasses, before you looked down and continued your studies.

"I didn't even know about it." You responded evenly. Everyone in the room could see your patience running thin. Mark felt the skin on his neck tingle, he knew something was about to go down

"Okay girl. You told him to stop killing but you knew the league would go after him! You just let him destroy himself."

The moment she said that your patience ran out. The air shifted. You sat up straighter in your seat. You even folded your hands. Rex came downstairs with some loud comment before Monster Girl quickly shushed him. Everyone waiting with bated breath.

"Did I destroy him?" You asked, taking off your reading glasses and folding them onto the counter you were sitting at. The tone was inquisitive, like you were really curious even though you already knew the answer.

"Did I destroy your brother, who chose to kill someone? Did I destroy your assassin brother who was killing important political figures and allowing corrupt leaders to take their spots which created more struggle for the impoverished? I further corrupted your already morally unsound brother?"

No one moved. No one even breathed. Kate's face was flushed, tears brimming in her eyes as her breath quivered. She looked around the room, only for her own teammates to avoid her gaze. As if to say 'I'm not touching that with a ten foot pole'. Even the birds outside stopped chirping while you sat patiently waiting for her response.

"Don't talk to her like that!" And here goes Immortal. Now Mark respects Immortal just fine; he's fought for humanity for thousands of years with nothing but pain as his reward. But this was a fight Immortal should've kept out of. Everyone knows, if your girlfriend is losing an argument don't jump in. Because that makes her look like she can't stand her own ground.

"Then maybe she shouldn't have invited herself to a conversation with nothing to do with her. What happened with Paul and I is between Paul and I."

Mark hated to admit you were right. Paul was dangerous. No matter how many chances the government, Cecil, Kate, even Immortal tried, he just didn't stop. He didn't want to stop. And you didn't do anything. Even if you did sell him out, you called the police to prevent a murder that would sow political discourse. As much as it sucked, Paul needed to go to jail.

Love is strong, but it ain't that strong. If Paul wanted to change, he would've changed.

🍬 Later that day, when you were in your office Mark popped in

"Hey Mark! What's up?" You chirped playfully, taking off your goggles and gloves.

"Nothing. I just wanted to know if we could talk about today." Mark rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. You tilted your head, face riddled with confusion.

"About today? Sure, why though?"

"Well...did you, you know? Did you do it, I mean."

"Do what?"

He sighed. He couldn't say it, didn't want to say it but he wanted to know. He needed to know.

"Did you set up Paul?" He asked exasperated. Silence settled over the cold steel lab. The only noise was the bubbling of your beaker. You stared at him with no readable expression, almost chilling him to his core.

"Hmmmm. No. I didn't. Paul destroyed himself. Now, if that's all you came to ask me, I am going to ask you to leave. I'm working."

Mark couldn't explain the feeling he got. He couldn't explain the pang in his ribs. It was cold in the room, and looking at you as you snapped your goggles on, he was almost unable to recognize you.

And Mark hated to say, he'd never been more attracted to you.

🍬 As he spent more time with you, he knew he was in trouble. You were cool, smart, friendly, but you didn't hide who you were. Without shame, you were 100% yourself even if it was a tough call. You make the hard choices Mark can't bring himself to make.

🍬 He couldn't stop loving you. He couldn't stop no matter what he tried. What made it hard was that you weren't evil. You were just smart. You made choices to protect whoever you cared about and like you always say, what people don't know can't hurt them. Which is where your next morally reprehensive action came into play.

🍬 You got caught with a needle and Shapesmith's unconscious body in your lab.

🍬 The tube attached at the bottom was filled with the green liquid that was essentially his blood.

🍬 It was a sight that freaked out everyone when they caught you

"What are you doing?!" Rex asked from your doorway. You pulled the needle from Shapesmith's arm and looked up from where you were extracting the needle.

Silence as you scanned the mortified faces of each of the guardian's looking on in horror.

"Nothing too crazy." You replied nonchalantly. As if you were too focused to even try and make an excuse. Which would be pointless seeing as you were literally caught holding the needle.

"Girlfriend this looks really weird. Are you stealing samples of Shapesmith's DNA?" Eve asked from the door, pushing her way to the front of the group. She was probably your closest friend and even she didn't know all the weird shit you do.

"Yes." You continued your work, pulling out a small wipe. You disinfected the area. The skin healed instantly.

"What the fuck?! Why?!" Monster Girl asked, literally mortified.

"Why are you all in my house right now?" Which honestly seemed like a better question for you to ask. You were a young woman, where a bunch of adults just barged into your home. Mind you, this was your private lab.

The question was pointed, as if they were inconveniencing you.

"What is wrong with you?!"

Upon seeing Kate, you just sighed. You pushed your goggles up onto your hair, like a headband before putting the small vial into a test tube holder.

"Listen. I don't exactly have the time to explain the complexities of scientific exploration to all of you."

"You aren't the smartest in the room, we aren't stupid. You know there's no valid explanation for this."

You chuckled at the comment about you not being the smartest. You pushed yourself onto your lab table, carefully placing the thickness of your thighs on the table in between the mass of beakers. Mark was ashamed of how his heart thumped in his chest at the condescending look in your eyes. As if the suggestion that you weren't the smartest was truly the dumbest thing you've ever heard.

"I actually am though. I'm a genius. Why are you all here?"

"What- because you're stealing his DNA?! He's unconscious!" Rex gestured wildly, looking around to see if anyone else to see this insanity.

"Oh please. He's fine. He asked for my help, he asked for this. He just didn't understand what he was asking me to do."

"Like hell he asked for this." Monster Girl scoffed, looking at you like she was ready to haul you off to the GDA. Even with this many people coming down on you, you stood tall against them.

"He's knocked out! What type of help could you be giving him?" Eve attempted to reason.

Mark blinked hard. Eve was right. But if you say that he asked then who were they to call you a liar? You were a genius. His palms pressed to his eyes, like he was attempting to disappear into the background. Somehow, in some way, the Guardians knew Mark had a way about him. You'd almost become his responsibility in a way, the make sure you didn't fly off the handle and do something crazy.

Even though you had far more power over him. Like now, when you were sitting on the table with the dark skin of your thighs revealed. Mark was tempted to just usher everyone out and leave you to your business.

Something about him calmed you, quelled your determined spirit to take a break before doing something insane from stress.

Your hands searched around behind you for a file or something.

You found the heavy folder and dropped it on your lap.

"Shapesmith asked me to help him increase his powers. So, I agreed to help and asked if he was okay with mild sedation. I'm trying to help him stretch far enough without him ending up in pieces. Maybe fortify his core.

Also, it wouldn't be bad to have a sample of his DNA incase those sequids return. I get DNA incase of emergency. He gets stronger. It's a win win."

But Mark knew you better than that. Knew better than to just accept the first explanation because that's the answer that would create the least amount of damage. He stepped forward into your lab, and you met his eyes.

"Does he know your keeping his DNA to experiment incase of the sequids?"

"He didn't ask what I'd be doing with it!"

"Oh my God!" Monster Girl threw her hands up, as if to say she was done with the conversation, done with the madness.

"Well...I guess if he asked." With that, Eve too was done. She lifted herself off the ground and flew away. She was against barging into your home in the first place, certain you weren't doing anything bad. And then she said she was leaving if it turned out it was just nonsense.

"Dude...this is freaky. I'm out." Rex followed Eve. They were probably gonna go get food, burgers sounded good. Eventually you were the only two left with an unconscious Shapesmith behind you.

You gave him big eyes, that looked at him like you were playfully begging him. A look that made him feel like you were the only two people in the world.

"Are you mad at me too?"

Mark sighed, running a hand over his face. He leaned back against the table, before folding his arms over his chest. He could be mad. Probably should be. But he just...couldn't.

"No. But I think we should talk about informed consent."

You gave him a big grin that made his ears turn red, as Shapesmith let out a soft groan from the bed.

"If I have the time." You tease, knocking one of your legs into him. Hopping off the table, you went and sat by Shapesmith's bed.

"Did it work? Have I been transformed into Mega-Shapesmith?" He asked, hopeful and you placed a gentle hand on his arm. You looked at him like a doctor looks at a brave child after surgery. Your eyes were filled with appreciation and tender care.

"Not yet. But you're on your way hon."

🍬 You didn't really have incidents after that. Or maybe Mark just didn't catch you in the middle of anything bad again.

🍬 You just continued doing what you were doing. Sometimes you did confide in Mark, to which he was able to steer you in an ethical direction. Like asking before you use someone's blood in an experiment or telling someone if you feel like maybe you'll sew a tracker into their neck while they sleep.

🍬 Even though you'll probably do it anyways.

🍬 Mark was scared you'd never like him back. Was scared that you'd never feel the same and he'd just be left feeling hurt.

🍬 He was scared until he saw you looking at him. You were looking at him, with this look in your big brown eyes. That seemed like you were scared but helpless about it

🍬 It wasn't until one night when you did confess.

You two sat in his bedroom one night, eating pizza and conversating about everything and nothing. You showed him the new purse you wanted. He showed you the new sweater he got at the mall that he thought was really cool.

Until you were quiet. You two were sitting on his bed, you were fidgeting with the pink of your braids with curled ends as if something weighed on your mind.

"Mark. I am a genius."

Mark looked up from his phone, to see you sitting with your eyes trained on your lap. Because you don't blush, he listened closely to see if your heart was speeding up.

"I kinda know that by now."

"No. Well yes." You uncharacteristically tripped over your words, a frazzled expression before you cleared your throat. Mark raised an eyebrow at you, lifting his paper plate off his chest.

"I mean. I...I am smart. But I still have feelings. Like love. Almost like how I love chocolate. Speaking of chocolate, did you know there's a chemical in chocolate that boost endorphins, which is why chocolate creates a feeling as exhilarating as love? It's also found in peas which is funny because I don't like peas-"

Mark laughed, rolling off of his back and onto his stomach. You stared at him, looking almost offended.

"What's going on with you?"

Your face crinkled in embarrasment.

"You suck!" You assaulted him with a pillow through a self-depracating laugh, and he swore he saw tears brimming in your eyes. He caught the pillow before he stopped laughing completely.

"Why?" He asked, rolling onto his side and watching you with gentle eyes. You sat quietly on the bed, fidgeting with your fingers.

"Eve told me...that it wasn't good to contain my feelings for you. She advised me to tell you how I feel and junk. I don't know. I like you."

🍬 It took him a second to process that you just said that but from there he pulled you into his arms and that was that

🍬 You two enter a normal-ish relationship. You're still weird. Still you. But you reach for Mark in a way you never had before. You're more vulnerable with him. You let him see you cry from stress, let him help you with the mundane of your life (doing your hair, laundry, organizing your makeup) but you also let him provide insight on some of your choices

🍬 You're still you though. And there was a whole year of you two knowing each other before dating. He learned some nasty things you'd done in the past.

🍬 You lobotomized a terroristic supervillian who has been in a care facility since then

🍬 You worked harder during the war. Crafting robots, chemical warfare, anything that could kill the crazy versions of your boyfriend. It did disturb Mark to see the number of ways you could kill him if you just gave it the smallest effort.

🍬 Those tiny robots who latched onto the variants before implanting a chip into their spine were the scariest by far. A chip that detonated once they destroyed said robots.

🍬 Sadly, your powers were in science. You could fight, but you couldn't fight off three variants at once. You barely managed to kill one and almost blew yourself up in the process. But you were hospitalized for the rest of the war and spent all that time stewing in anger from all of your bones being broken. Also, from your lab blowing up when you had to try and kill three Marks

🍬 When everything settled down, you kicked yourself. How could you not have seen Angstrom Levy coming? Mark assured you there was nothing you could've done. You did good enough. You killed seven with your robots, one on your own, better than quite a few. Better than Kate and Immortal anyways.

🍬 After a while things went back to normal. Mark and you were enjoying your lives together

🍬 You often stay up working late, and Mark brings you food.

🍬 You make modifications to his suit, which Art didn't love at first but you just ignored him

🍬 You were a huge help with Oliver too, who caught some sort of mild sickness that Mark brung home from space with him

🍬 You took such good care of him that Mark for a moment pictured having genius babies with you

🍬 Oliver loves you too! You're a great sister-in-law to him. You've even changed you and Mark's plans to take Oliver something fun with you. The trampoline park won him over, especially when you two broke the rules Mark set to ensure neither of you got injured. Even when you two endured the scolding together while Mark carried you through the air and Oliver flew beside you two

🍬 Debbie was a little freaked out by you at first but she came around. Now Mark thinks she likes you more than him.

🍬 He keeps you in check. You keep him confident. A day doesn't go by where you don't tell Mark he can do anything. Afterall, he pulled you. That's an accomplishment!

🍬 You're his safe space. He doesn't have to be ashamed that he can't always be present because you understand him. He's busy, your busy. When he's off battling whatever, your providing support from home. Or when he's in space dealing with some nonsense you always welcome him back with open arms

🍬 Mark also understands that you need space sometimes to do what you're doing in peace. So, if he disappears for a while, or you disappear for a while you both understand there's a reason for it.

🍬 Mark loves you. The crazy parts, the fun parts, even the side of you that commits what he's sure are crimes against humanity. Your heart is in the right place and that's all that matters to him.

🍬 Mark loves your crazy ass. Even if you are a little bit weird.

[charlybvnny]

I really like the headcanon c!tommy is human who, living in a world of hybrids, would wear fake demon horns, but during his revival, they became real.

he used to be painstakingly human, in a world of magic and hybrids, people who have strength and power he doesn't, and he hated it. he wished to be a piglin, to have hardy skin that teared less easily, and he wished to be a goat, to have horns and strong kicks. he wished to be a fox, to have soft footfalls and be able to hear better, and he wished to be a crow, to have beautiful wings and the ability to fly. and yet he doesn't, he is human. just a human.

and so he wears the horns, pretending he is mystical and magical, that he isn't human, he is stronger than that.

and yet, he persists, because thats what humans do, they perservere and continue despite facing tragedy. they continue living.

when he died, he became a demon, crawled out from hell and survived, human turned devil.

he survived.

and yet he was different.

he wants to be human again, hates how different he is now, hates his horns, hates his tail, hates running slightly warmer now, hates how inhuman he is. this isn't right. he's always been human, always been sure with what he was. why. why was he different. he didn't feel that different, well sure the grass doesn't feel the same, his vision sees slightly more colour now but it doesn't feel the same as before, and sure he'll never feel fresh air no matter how deep he inhales.. but he- he's human, he's always been human, he's still human. yet he isn't.

[ilidaeandquill]

All Is Fair in Death and War - Character Analysis/Notes

Narinder - Anger

For the sake of my sanity, we’re going to pretend this gif primarily focuses on Narinder.

Quick fun fact: On my Goat/Extra Hard save file, Narinder got the Jerk trait (which I refuse to correct for obvious reason). I'm going to make any and all interactions with him as a jerk canon in AIFiDaW.

So anyway here's him bullying Goatfrey for their crush on Shamura before he steals their money (I know my cult is ugly I'm redecorating it).

(Keep reading for character breakdown) First Chapter: All Is Fair in Death and War - Chapter 1 - IlidaeAndQuill - Cult of the Lamb (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own] (THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1,000 HITS FLMGKDSNG - If you read it, I hope you enjoy!!)

Primary Motivation: Narinder has two opposing character motivations: to reclaim a semblance of divinity without the Red Crown, and to assure the safety of his traveling disciples Baal and Aym. These two motivations directly contrast each other, and with the additional plotline created from rescuing the Bishops, he struggles to decide which one to prioritize. Lots of internal conflict with this one.

Character Traits: Prudish af. Concise with his 'work' (killing, he's literally just killing people) but sees no reason to assist others without probable payment. The sting of his betrayal, both from the Lamb and his siblings, runs too deep.

Theme Songs (Lyrical): "Death" - Matthew K Heafy, Sean Long & Mike Malyan, "you should see me in a crown" - Billie Eilish, "Gladiator" - Jann Theme Songs (Instrumental): "Sins of Hyrule" - ROZEN, "Aurora in Faerieland" - James Newton Howard Additional Narilamb song from his p.o.v. because the devs did it and I want to too: "LET THE WORLD BURN" - Chris Grey

Voice Claim: Cobra Bubbles - Lilo and Stitch Dialogue Pattern: He speaks formally when he's focused but gets sloppy with his dialogue as he loses himself to anger/irritation.

Outfit Inspiration: Regal and stealthy - a true assassin's garb. Most of his clothes are stolen, as he refuses to wear the cultist uniform given by Castor. He does prefer heavy robes but sticks to lighter garments for crusades/daily activity.

Narinder is a strong supporting character (and if we want to get technical, he's Castor's love interest, but I hate assigning that title to characters - I don't want a character's romantic plotline to determine their importance in a story) and the primary representation of the Anger stage of grief. This is seen through his personality traits/reactions to story events, but also through his pyromancy. His fire, representing his anger, literally burns him alive every time he uses it. He must learn/develop a way to safely use it, or risk losing himself to his rage.

Additionally: his anger is represented through the fact that he is angry at the world/fate. With my own grief, I often get angry, thinking it "wasn't fair" that my dog, of all creatures, got heart disease and died young. I portray this same anger through Narinder. His imprisonment wasn't fair. His loss of godhood wasn't fair. And, the unconscious, yet most important thing, is what happened to Baal and Aym was not fair.

"Ratau turned to watch the sparing brothers again. His fingers curled around his hands, nails digging far into his flesh. “Yes, but… This is inhumane. My lord, they know how to fight! We both see that! Be fair with them, please.”

“If the world was fair, none of us would be here.” The One Who Waits flicked his hand, and Ratau disappeared to his mortal realm." - That whole segment comes from his anger - it's not fucking fair what happened to the three of them. And oooohhhh writing that anger for him is soooooo satisfying.

Random Trivia/Facts: - Despite his regal tastes, Narinder's favorite food is plain baked salmon (with some spices ofc I'm not a monster). - Narinder was the first character I was able to give a distinct motivation. His internal conflict between reclaiming godhood and setting his disciples free was way too intriguing; I had to develop that first. - That said, the only way for him to add to the theme/move towards acceptance is if he goes against his initial desire of reclaiming divinity to help the ones he cares for. This is to say that I, the author, am trying to balance his development like a fucking tightrope walker. - KLEPTOMANIAC (If only for petty reasons). - He might be a pyromaniac too idk. - In "Yngya's Repose," Narinder fell in love with the Lamb shortly before their destined duel over the crown. In AIFiDaW, Narinder is still (somewhat) in love with the Lamb, he is just too angry to let himself feel anything other than the hurt of betrayal. - To add to that: In the scene where Narinder falls for the Lamb (Year 3: Autumn) - he specifically falls in love with Castor because they were kind to Baal and Aym. There were a few other factors outside that, but seeing Castor treat his disciples as their own was the final push he needed to fully fall in love. - And then he had to fight them to the death isn't that fun? :) - Narinder's parenting teaching style with Baal and Aym is largely inspired by Moro and San (Princess Mononoke) and Maleficent and Aurora (Maleficent).

Thank you for reading! Narinder is a super complex character; my only hope is that I give him the writing he deserves. He is, of course, featured in "All Is Fair in Death and War," but his primary appearance is in the short prequel to that: "Yngya's Repose." I hope to make a podfic of that story soon so people who don't have the time/ability to sit down and read it can still enjoy the story :)

Theme

The Goat/Goatfrey - Narinder - The Lamb/Lambert - The Curse

Leshy - Heket - Kallamar - Shamura

Jalala - Rinor - Fena - Aym & Baal - The Mystic Seller