#wolves and lambs as metaphor

[thatdemiboymess]

I was unfortunately so gripped by the excerpt in this post that I found the collection of essays it's from and read the entirety of this short essay! So here's some excerpts from it I like:

The essay is amazing and I plan on reading the collection in it's entirety. The collection is titled Stigmata: Escaping Text by Hélène Cixous.

[0scill4te]

People get so defensive about when you are critical of certain kinks and how reenactment of abuse that u once lived thru (whether it be sexual,emotional or physical) can make your healing worse, it strengthens those neural connections, its addictive as hell but often feels horrible for the survivor reenacting these scenarios.

which makes hardcore bdsm inherently exploitative. its fucked up to see someone hurting themselves and you decide to also hurt them because you get something out of it too... Sorry. even if everyone in the bedroom went "lawl this is okay". i want every "huhueheuh consent makes everything, okay even beatings and cnc" to read the body keeps the score tbh

[carebeardean]

Charles guard dog metaphor Rowland who’s been angry been beaten down his whole life, who swallows his rage and grins when his friends make racist jokes about him cause whats the point. just let it go. and then they kill him anyways. he laughed along and the pack still turns on him anyways.

sacrificial lamb Edwin who could never blend in, never shape himself into a dog to run with wolves, who makes himself smaller, smaller, prays to be invisible, and they slaughter him anyways. they laughed while they killed him too.

and now Charles knows what all that rage was for. it was for this. for him. so he could plant himself in front of him and rip the throat out of anyone who comes close

[nana-au]

Big Brother’s Best Friend!

(or BBBF for short)

Suguru Geto♡

MDNI

 ₊˚ପ⊹ Summary: You’re Satoru’s little sister with a hopeless crush on his best friend - Suguru. He knows this too, and promises you won’t be anything more. (You’ll just have to work harder).

₊˚ପ⊹ Warnings: unrequited love (at first), reader laying it on thick, slight age gap (4 years - adults!!), slight possessiveness, little lamb/big bad wolf metaphor, wet dream, size kink, semi-public sex, cock warming, making you watch in the mirror, m! receiving oral, breeding kink - is this list filthy enough?

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 2.4k

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BBBF! Sugu who has known you forever as his best friend’s little sister - nothing more. He’s been aware of the special place in your heart for him for ages now. It wasn’t that he didn’t have one for you - his was just strictly platonic. 

BBBF! Sugu who treated you better than any boy when the two of you were in grade school. He walked with you in the lunch line, preferring to hold your tray for you. He lent you his jacket when you accidentally bled through your pants - promising he wouldn’t be upset if you stained it. He even punched a guy in his grade for making lewd comments about you - the suspension was no big deal. “He needed to be taught a lesson on respecting women,” he informed the principal. 

BBBF! Sugu who texted you every day when he went off to college, leaving you like a lamb thrown to the wolves. He listened to you rant about your school work and every minute detail of drama between your friend group. Instead of fully appreciating his kindness you often cursed him, blubbering over Facetime about why he had to be so attentive. If he didn't like you, he needs to ignore you! It was too much for your sore heart. 

BBBF! Sugu who set a boundary when he caught wind of you turning guys down for him. You were basically his little sister. Precious and fragile. He only ever wanted to protect you - but it was his job to protect you now from your delusional ideas. It was hard - but the remainder of High School you went without hearing from him. 

BBBF! Sugu who spends the summer of his senior year at his friend’s mansion. He forgot how lavish it was. The shower head hung from the ceiling, his guest bedroom fit a couch, and the outdoor pool must’ve been olympic size! He spent his days poolside with Gojo, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the cool mojitos that slid down his throat so effortlessly. 

BBBF! Sugu who chokes on one of his many mojitos seeing you in your little two piece. You just arrived back from your study abroad trip in Spain. Your skin was sun kissed and your hair was parted differently from what he remembered. That was among the respectful differences he noted about you… but the disrespectful ones? The ones that would have Satoru smacking him upside the head? Those were plentiful. Your plush breasts filled out your top, your pebbled buds visible through the thin material. And your ass? Your swim bottoms were swallowed whole by your plump cheeks. You grew into your form to say the least. 

BBBF! Sugu who after all these years still turns you down. The two of you are sitting by the firepit outside, waiting on Gojo to grab the graham crackers and marshmallows. Your voice is hardly above a whisper when you ask Geto if you were still just his best friend’s little sister - trying to play it off like a joke but you can’t hide the fat tears at the edge of your eyes when he promises that’s still all you’ll ever be.

BBBF! Sugu who maintains his composure even when you turn up the heat. He didn’t know it was possible for clothes to cover so little. How could they possibly try to sell that as a skirt? You probably weren’t helping the clothes look proper when you dropped your phone in front of him. He was sprawled lazily across the couch, manspreading while enjoying the movie playing on the big screen mounted on the wall when your phone slipped from your grasp. You were just checking if the two of them wanted any snacks for their movie when your small hands lost grip, bending down to pick it back up. You must’ve forgotten how to pick things up like a proper lady - you bent completely forward, feeling the cool air on your backside. Silly you! You stretched your arm, taking your time to check for any cracks before standing back up straight. Your phone survived the fall! Isn’t that great? Geto’s throat felt constricted as he hummed a response to you, “How fortunate.”

BBBF! Sugu who deserves an award for how good of a friend he is; Who else would turn down your advances time and time again? He looks at you deadset - your doe eyes unblinking and plump lips frowning, glossed over with a pink shimmer - as he tells you he won’t help you put away the laundry. Recalling the last time he agreed to fold your cute little panties and roll your ruffled lace socks you decided the shirt you were hanging up would look much better with your current shorts. You wasted no time plucking the shirt right off your body, exposing your bare chest to the raven haired man. He didn’t have the strength to look away and he would be cursing himself the rest of the day for allowing you to trick him.

BBBF! Sugu who doesn’t like the stupid fucking guy you brought over. He was handsy and unabashedly groping your ass while you straddled him on the couch. He was completely brazen to be doing this while Satoru was in the bathroom just down the hall - and entirely disrespectful to give your cheeks a firm SMACK! 

BBBF! Sugu who throws the guy out, dragging him through the house by his ear - Giving the back of his head a firm push out the door before slamming it on him. He turns to you, “If I ever see that asshole here again he won’t be able to walk himself out.”

BBBF! Sugu who is rocking his hips into yours as you helped him through his bad dream. You didn’t mean to join him in bed, you just heard his soft cries down the hall and came to comfort him. Your hand came down on his chest, trying to shake him awake but instead he pulled you down on top of him. You immediately felt his hard on pressed against your thigh, his hips rutting into you. You noted his face was free of tears - it wasn’t a bad dream at all. His words were slurred by sleep but his moans were incredibly clear. His breath was shaky and Gosh his dick felt big. Your mouth watered at the thought of seeing it in front of your eyes. “M’pretty lil lamb,” his sleeping form murmured. You understood that clear as day. You held your breath as you waited to hear more, “Feel s’good,” Lips forming an ‘o’ and cock twitching. You wanted him so bad, wanted to pull down his sweats and suck him off right then. Have his thick cock twitching in your wet mouth. You were drooling - but you knew better. He was asleep and he would be deeply disappointed waking up to your mouth. You hated the girl he was dreaming of. Why wouldn’t it ever be you? You stayed with him until his dick stopped twitching and his body calmed. Kissing his forehead before stumbling out of his quarters. 

BBBF! Sugu who woke up with wet briefs every morning. He felt like a hormonal teen all over again - cumming in his sleep over the lewd scenes that plagued his dreams. 

BBBF! Sugu who was a very, very bad friend. You were the subject of every one. His best friend’s little sister. He was a sick puppy.

BBBF! Sugu who didn’t understand why you were ignoring him. Was this your new strategy? Give enough spank material for a decade and then cut off all contact? Because, fuck, was it working.

BBBF! Sugu who couldn’t take it anymore! He stopped you at the door before you were able to leave to get a drink from your favorite cafe. “What happened?” his eyes intense as he asked you. You - who played dumb. “Don’t make me sound crazy, baby. I do something?” you shake your head and shrug your shoulders. “You don’t like me. Thought I would finally leave you alone,” you sounded defeated. That made him mad. This wasn’t you. 

BBBF! Sugu who wanted to punch himself seeing you cry. You couldn’t help pounding your fists into his chest and crying aloud at how this was all he ever wanted - You swallowing down your pathetic little crush on him no matter how much it hurt. How dare he act offended over something he nearly begged for. How dare he ignore you for three whole years - blocking your number. You were doing him a favor. The sound of the door you slammed in his face echoed through his skull. You were entirely right to be upset with him. He was a jerk. An asshole. Absolutely the worst. But at least he knew what he wanted now. 

BBBF! Sugu who didn’t have to try too hard to convince you to sneak around Satoru with him. You took him so good anytime that obnoxious white haired idiot wasn’t looking. In Suguru’s guest suite, the hot tub next to the pool, even the couch while the three of you watched a movie. Gojo snorted at the comedic scene, pointing at the tv and turning to look at you to see if you also found it funny. Your lips were tight as you feigned humor, trying not to make what was happening obvious. You were sitting in Geto’s lap, warming his cock during the movie. Neither of you had any idea why he just accepted the fact you were in his lap, with a blanket covering the two of you. Satoru wasn’t really known for being a critical thinker after all. The earlier experience in Suguru’s bed was accurate - his cock was massive. Your tight hole clenched around him, wanting so badly for him to move.  Even just a little! You wouldn’t be picky! Your slick coated his thighs, his girth making you impossibly wet. “I haven’t even moved yet, little lamb,” he teased in your ear, “S’wet.” 

The first time you saw it was in his room a day after your fight. A few words were exchanged, him admitting you were right. He was an asshole - but he wanted you now. 

“You’ll finally get exactly what you always wanted,” his eyes concentrated on yours. You were overcome by joy. Fighting every bone in your body telling you to jump up and down, to scream and cry out in celebration. Instead you put your mouth to good use, immediately falling to the floor and popping his dick in your mouth. You weren’t new to blowjobs or sex - you wanted to be prepared for when Geto finally caved. You wanted to impress him, to make him obsessed with how skilled your tongue was swirling around his cock. Impressed he was too, his head falling back and letting out a sweet groan. “Do I even want to know where you learned this from?”, he was devastated at your precision. How many undeserving losers did you practice on for your mouth to feel this good? Your tongue pressed flat against his vein, running it up the underside before kitten licking his tip. His pre cum was delicious, salty and bitter and perfect. “You really didn’t hesitate getting right into tasting me,” he chuckled to himself, obsessed with how you immediately began to suck his cock the moment he reciprocated feelings. “Did I make my lamb wait too long?”

BBBF! Sugu who pounds your pussy all throughout the night. He loves you in every position. He teases you in missionary, going impossibly slow and watching your eyebrows furrow as you beg him to pick up the speed. Your ass jiggles perfectly as you take backshots, your hair in his hand as he slaps his balls into your clit again and again. He loves the way you fold in half as he traps you in a mating press, listening to the sweet sounds of your sopping pussy taking his cock. It wasn’t long for you to be completely cock drunk. You would lose yourself the moment he fucked into you and would become incredibly lost the moment he pulled out. 

His favorite thing of all was lifting you up and down his cock, using you like a fleshlight. He was obsessed with how much bigger he was than you. How he was able to effortlessly glide you against his cock, his meaty hands holding you up by your thighs. Sometimes he forced you to watch in the full length mirror in the corner of his room, “Eyes open, beautiful. You don’t get to cum unless you’re watching it.” Some days he would take pity on you, it was so hard to keep your eyes open while he was sooooo deep in you. Your cunt was abused day in and day out by his cock bullied deep into you. “You take me s’good. Wan’ you to have my babies - fuck. Always look so good with my load dripping out of you,” his words were filthy and animalistic. “Gonna fill that tight pussy with my children, gon’ have you looking plump n cute,” it was all you ever wanted from him. He was the perfect gentleman, even now. You didn’t have to lift a finger with him around. You would do anything to keep him obsessed with you, even if that meant carrying every child he gave you by fucking deep inside of you. It wasn’t hard to accept when it felt so good feeling his hot cum coat your walls, him not letting up even when he finished cumming. “Gotta make sure you take it all. Have ‘ta fill you completely full. You can take a few more of my loads.” His loads were huge. He emptied enough into you each orgasm you would think it was the first time he ever came. 

BBBF! Sugu who made sure you were alright after every intense session. “I have to make sure I didn’t hurt my little lamb. If I did, I would be no better than the other wolves.”

[remistic]

Teeth

Note: This is a short drabble I wrote today and decided to post seeing as I hadn't written anything postable lately! I hope you enjoy this. This is a NSFW story just very metaphorical so MDNI. Reader is genderless and nothing is describing their skin color either!

Snapping guilt sunk teeth deep under splitting skin. Holy words dripping out as sweet as tender honey against open wounds, "Sweet Christ Mo Ghrá" love sizzled. The devil stares into soft eyes, instincts telling him the lamb is open prey, "Ye taste as good as sin," sharp teeth snap shut to keep from eating his joy alive. 

Heaven breaks open against his tongue. He laps like a starved dog, lost against something tooth rotting served on God's altar. Hymns left a clogged throat, stuffed with the boons of lust. Trailing away from where his heart wanted, the devil bit hot savoury skin.

"Ye feel t'good, how can a wee little man say no?" lambs saw death when wolves hunted, his eyes reflected sharp teeth carving a piece of a wavering soul. "I can't stay away Mo Chroí," he whispered along shuddered skin. 

Songs leave his throat in droves, praying to ancient gods aside the God he grew to find comfort in. Each word vibrating against his precious pearl, every time his own songs meet with theirs. 

He had not eaten physical flesh, yet his piercing teeth cut something deeper, whispering underneath sacred bones begging. Tonight, just as a lamb's soul becomes one with their wolf, yours becomes part of his own, today and until the end of time.

[messymoonmad]

TW: S/A

Hi, messy!! I've sent seen few asks on your account, and I saw someone bring up their thoughts on Penelope's part in your amazing Hold Them Down animation, and I felt the confidence to share my thoughts, as well.

First off, your animation is amazing. I love it so much, and I love how you portrayed Antinous to be purely chaotic and evil, despite how attractive your version of him is.

Now, into my thoughts.

I feel like the part where the bunny and the wolves is very true. As a S/A survivor myself, I felt like prey to my assaulter, so the way it was portrayed hit home to me, but not in a bad way. It felt as though someone truly understood how it feels to be in those shoes, whether you're a victim or not (I'm not assuming you are or are not btw). I felt how Penelope felt, and even though mine wasn't as bad as how that was seen, since I've only been assaulted by a few people and not a BUNCH, it still hit right in the heart. I just want to say that I appreciate the fact that you included that, showing how terrible S/A is, and just how terrifying it can be for the person who is being assaulted.

Now, time to compliment you fufufu.

OMFG I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH AND YOUR ANIMATIONS ARE AMAZING AND OMFG SJJRNEJDIDNENXJCJRNRNRID

Gosh, so glad I was so calm, cool, and collected there lmaoororkfkfkd

You're so brave for telling me about this, thank you ! I really tried to show that segment in a psychological horror light rather than focus on "antinous' fantasies". I dont want to subect the audience to the unhuman act of SA but to tell them how it FEELS to be SAed. Also depicting how antinous views penelope as a weak lamb, a fruit. The cannibalistic metaphor justreally does it for me (especially with the subtility of the lyrics talking about her like a 5 star dish)

[enjoythesilentworld]

writing tag game!

thank you for the tags @phneltwrites @iwouldnevergetintofanfic @saynomorefic <33

1.How many works do you have on AO3?

23

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

416,618 (though some of these are collabs)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

young royals <3

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

so loaded, eye low aka the Met Gala au <3 i don't even have thoughts on this i just cant believe its almost got 700 kudos like that's crazy. y'all like angsty angry sex huh

just if for a minute aka fake marriage au <33333333333 my Miami idiots

all our words were worth it aka my collection from Simon's month. so many one-shots here that deserved a solo work or continuation but alas i only have two hands

for the tree's sake aka tree boys au aka the fic that started it all.

we sure make things work aka Wille's month. i feel like you can see how much my writing has improved since these, even when you just compare it to Simon's month

5. Do you respond to comments?

i do my very very best to. i have gotten very behind on it but i do read every comment and my heart bursts out of my chest at every single one

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i usually try to give a happy or hopeful ending? maybe Only for Coffee because they're still technically broken up and we don't know what happens after? although I guess also Fright Fest! because they're both still actively bleeding out lmao

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

'just if for a minute' probably? spoilers i guess but they sort their shit out and are literally legally bound together. but like i said i try to give all my Wilmon a happy ending. (for now)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

so far so good! i've been put in jail quite a few times but i think that was all out of love/hate

9. Do you write smut?

haha. yes ✝️

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

no crossover yet :/

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i dont think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes :) i have three separate collabs with some of the best people (and writers) i know, which is so cool and fun and i love fandom

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

anything i publish i have the intention of finishing. i promise i have not forgotten about call ur crush! 💀 i will give y'all ch5 if it kills me

15. What are your writing strengths?

oh lord. i dont know. i've gotten comments about my like, descriptions of the setting? and world building.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

i worry i am a bit repetitive, esp with like metaphors and shit. there's only so many ways I can describe tension, u know?

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

uh. fun? no harm no foul? i think in some fics it matches the vibes, but me personally i dont usually do more than pet names and the occasional 'tack' or 'snälla'. for funsies.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

i believe all my 1d and hp and other rpf has been wiped from existence (thank god) but young royals is the first i've actually posted on ao3 for

19. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Running with Wolves. so much love to all my other fics - special shoutout to ftts for being my first wilmon born - but this crime fic has taken over all my thoughts and i have had so much fun crafting ways to make these boys miserable and to make this world feel real and tangible and dangerous. it's one of my least popular and i literally don't care because.... little lamb.

i think lots of people have done this and or been tagged a million times so here's some more tags for u <3 @pagegirlintraining @willesredlights @hergrandplan @royalwilmon @skibasyndrome

[nomsfaultau]

I think because of the many, many metaphors made between wolves, sheep, and sheep dogs within The Lambs Wolves Wear centering the monsters cloaked in the forms of children, the title makes for a blatant connection to the literal disguises and the symbolism within the story. But on another level, within the Sermon on the Mount (where the phrase is largely attributed to) the concept of a wolf in sheep's clothing is specifically applied to the idea of a false prophet. And when Philza constantly speaks in parables and metaphors, when he serves as a moral guide bestowing wisdom and kindness upon the "children," and it is all under an ulterior motive attempting to mold the "children" into something Philza can control and exploit- I think he makes for a very solid false prophet.

Which, pretty good for a title I made up in like two minutes!

[liketwoswansinbalance]

(This is a long one)

I have a question for the twins. Have you ever noticed a student changing... Drastically? I am aware that the school for good and evil are all about taking one's soul. Either wicked or good, and polishing it so that their true nature shines through the most(or perhaps in the case of the evil souls to instead be very muddy or perhaps a dark hole full of shadows). But what of students who... Change? And I am not talking about the example from the book when every student seemed to have noble ideas in the circus of talents after Fala came into the picture. No. I am talking about somebody going completely south. To clarify what type of South I'll provide an example. (This could maybe not be necessary, I see Rafal as finding this perhaps a sob story but oh well).

Mary had a little lamb. We all know that. But Mary loses her little lamb. She searches for it but fails to find it. The little lamb didn't even get to be one year old by the time it went missing. There's no clue that the wolves have taken the lamb. No clue that a man has taken the lamb. No evidence whatsoever, just a disappearance. Mary gets consumed by grief and sadness, but anger and hatred seep through. Mary albeit still being herself, openly admits to wishing less than orthodox events happening on whoever was responsible for the loss of her little lamb.

Time passes and it has nearly been a year. Mary no longer thinks of drastic punishments filled with anger and hatred towards the imaginary culprit or culprits, but instead, she admits she'd cut her golden rocks or the skin on her back, perhaps a finger, if her little lamb was to return, alive and well, her lamb and not a look-alike, her lamb lost so long ago, with the promise that it will never go missing again, illness will not take it, and the lamb will be hers until the animal passes away peacefully from old age. She is willing to be the most honest and serious manner to go through with her words if the opportunity appears. Or she is for now as she had been last year more than willing to wish demise on those who have taken her lamb. Perhaps in another year, she won't be as eager to lose a part of her body for the little lamb whose fate remains unknown. Perhaps in more years she'll get another lamb and forget about the first or simply remember it as an experience. But for now, this is how Mary is. Good little Mary, went nearly mad at the loss of her little lamb.

Seen anything like it before? If yes, then what would be the course of action you would take to rectify this mistake? This is the case of an Ever with Never tendencies perhaps, but the question applies to a Never with suddenly Ever tendencies after a certain experience. How do you purify them, or you don't?

[This takes place post-Fall, if they were alive:]

Rafal: Dark hole. Apt metaphor as long as the light can't get in.

Rhian: [sniffles at the story and says in a small voice:] Nearly mad, you say?

Rafal: Oh, shut up. It's a hypothetical.

Rhian: But—

Rafal: They would fail. Simple as that.

Rhian: Don't you think that's extreme—

Rafal: [eyes him and he falls silent for a moment.]

Rhian: [perking up] I even composed a rhyme: Good with Good, Evil with Evil, now back to your towers before there's upheaval. [He looks rather proud of himself.]

Rafal: Yes, as School Masters, we're an exception, mind you. We know better than mad students.

Rhian: As for an answer to your query, we purify the Evers we find lacking. Everyone has flaws that need to be buffed out, in order to achieve a full, glossy polish.

Rafal: Well, across the moat, we don't. Again, if they can't accomplish what we've set out for them to do, they fail. The End.

⸻

[Later in private:]

Rafal: Did that sound... odd to you?

Rhian: No?

Rafal: It sounds like us. I do the Good thing on occasion, even if there's no record of it, save for the Storian-bound editions. And you...

Rhian: ...and I succumb to pride and pettiness.

Rafal: Exactly.

Rhian: What do you think the asker knows?

Rafal: Too much.

Rhian: Are you sure you're not paranoid?

Rafal: [stares dead ahead, dismissing the question]

Rhian: Bad leg, it was, for you, right?

Rafal: And yours, an arm? [drily] As if we weren't pure enough...

Rhian: ...yes. A scratch along the forearm from when I met Midas.

Rafal: [illocutionary] And what's the lesson?

Rhian: [sighs and recites:] Keep to my side and don't break the Rules. Don't break the balance by being someone I'm not.

Rafal: [claps Rhian on the back, hard, in a congratulatory, affirmative manner, and stalks out of the room, saying,] Well done. You deserve a medal like every other nitwit out there. I'll tell Fergus about the rhyme.

[thesmpisonfire]

i kind of feel more sad for pac now that i know he wasn't actually being kidnapped by bad?

just now that i know that this whole situation could have been solved by pac going. hey. hello. why does this cake taste like benadryl? ik it wasn't benadryl. metaphorical benadryl and bad would have just. not made him eat it

but he didn't try! he didn't confront him about it! fawn response off the charts :( i can connect this to his backstory in alcatraz if i try hard enough

Okay so. There's something about this I wanna talk about that I forgot to make a whole post so now nonnie ur the catalysis of it <3

After the first scare, when Pac first talked to Bad and Bad pressured him wanting to know if he had talked about it to someone, Pac ran to the Favelas screaming for Mike to wake up, and when it was to no result he ran off to Bagi instead and started talking about what happened and Bad's threatening aura. And then Bagi did a little mistake

She said it could be a good plan

That if Pac was taken, if he had prepared beforehand a backpack or a system that would activate and alert people where he was, he could be safely taken by Bad, find out about the worker, and Bagi would follow the clues to get him back in no time

And ofc Pac's sacrificial lamb instincts kicked it. He immediately nodded along, thinking, already saying to Bagi she'd be the one he'd trust with the clues and he'd leave it for her at her house and he'd be counting on her. I fully believw Bagi had No Clue about what she had just triggered and how serious Pac was. She probably thought he meant it in a kinda near future but not immediately

When Pac came back, and he saw the cake, he ate it without thinking twice. He ain't stupid, he knew Bad could've spiked the cake (which was a half truth. The cake was laced with drugs, yes, but Bad didn't know that. To Pac made no difference tho) to kill him or to anything else. And he ate it and he immediately tasted something wrong, but he kept talking and asking for more and staying. He offered himself again because someone he loved said it might be worth doing and if someone is going to suffer, ofc it will be him

Bagi stepped in and she was surprised at how much Pac lacked self care. He hadn't even planned anything, how could she find him if he just threw himself to the wolves without a second time? And when Bagi scolded Pac for that, you can see Pac waiting a small second to process he did it wrong and then played into the stupid role so Bagi wouldn't be even angrier at him. It was easier to be forgiven if you pretend you dont know instead of saying out loud you had no expectations to leave the situation unscarred

Not only that, Pac is a recovering drug addict. Either he intended on it or not, Pac immediately was after the good and peaceful feeling of the sleepiness, asking for more again. It's still lingering from the Happy Pills, and I honestly don't know if Pac will be able to heal that

[mgu-h]

i was bored so i looked at your norstappen tag and it's unbelievable how intricate and compelling their relationship is 😭 during the season i was so mad with max that i even lost moots for something i said and yet, secretly, i was so captivated by the whole metaphor of lions and deers and wolves and lambs i swear lmao i laugh now but at the time it was a real pain, the worst thing was the lack of fic of them to burn off that energy

that's so real ahaha anger during the season is understandable and there were certainly moments where i shared it, luckily norstappen made it possible to sublimate that anger into something deeply horny, so i'm grateful for that lmao i honestly think norstappen was the ideal lens through which to enjoy last season, a tasty little psychosexual dance going on between them. hopefully it's front and center next season too, and there's only more fic to come 🤞

[miraculan-draws]

Lestat's Dog-to-Wolf Metaphor, and Little Red Riding Hood

Lestat in the beginning of TVL, as a mortal man, a boy even, is so eager and bright and loving. He uses the word "love" so liberally that you'd be inclined to believe anyone else would be lying, but it comes across as completely genuine. He seeks affection, and guidance, and in its absence will take attention of any kind. He loved the monastery even when scolded, because it was a guiding hand. He loved the acting troupe because it molded him in similar ways, with praise instead of punishment. He was beaten and dragged home by his brothers—kicking a dog for leaving home, for tramping around, for barking. No one wants Lestat as a companion pet.

Lestat copes with his lack of purpose, lack of anywhere to burn off steam, by making himself into the Guard Dog.

The village comes to him when there's trouble, because they know he's the only one who'll do anything about it. He hunts for his family, and is the sole provider of a hungry house. And to protect the villagers, and their children, and their livestock, their sheep—they ask him to go out with his dogs and see where this starving and desperate pack of wolves is hiding. And he does. It's harrowing. It's impossible. It's practically his own execution but he Endures anyway. He lost his two favorite hunting dogs, his only companions. He had to put down his horse, a mercy killing. The guard dog went toe to toe with wolves, survived, but came away permanently changed. THIS is the event that divides Lestat's life. Before and after the wolves.

But he comes away from it with a friend turned lover, and hooded red cloak lined in fur. He goes to Paris to leave being a guard dog behind, and what does he find? All the guidance and praise he'd been looking for, all the affection, all the attention—living a poor poet's life but with the zeal of a lottery winner. But there are wolves everywhere, and the worst of them catches his trail and follows from the dark. (Hey there, little red riding hood—you sure are lookin' good)

All the attention, all the affection—WARPED. the cruelest versions of both, a thing with teeth, stealing him out of his bed like a wolf with a baby in its jaws, with a gorey lamb stuck in its teeth. Once again, even harder than before, Lestat endures. Gnashes his teeth, uses dull human nails, barks and howls because he's fought wolves before, and learned a thing or two. But it doomed him. Now he's a wolf too.

And because he still, underneath it all, is a dog who wants to be a companion, wants guidance and affection and attention, to be GOOD, he'll be a good wolf. He'll be the best one anybody has ever seen. (Tell him he's good, please tell him he's good, is he doing good?)

[killacharacterbingo]

Sheep In Wolves' Clothing

The saying "Wolf in sheep's clothing" originates from christian faith, more specifically from Jesus' Sermon on the Mount in the Gospel of Matthew. It warns against duplicitous individuals. Sheep are generally regarded as kind, gentle, innocent animals (more so in christian faith, with all the lamb imagery related to innocence and Jesus Christ); whereas wolves hunt and eat them. As such, a wolf in sheep's clothing is a metaphor for a person who is harmful and dangerous, but poses as sweet and harmless in front of others.

This prompt takes an opposite approach. Inspired by the image below, sheep in wolves' clothing refers to a person or creature who is, following the sheep comparison, innocent, harmless, or generally good-aligned, but either accidentally or purposefully seems to be someone or something dangerous and terrifying. It's about characters with coarse exeteriors and warm interiors.

How this causes death is up to each individual author. A character may reject the help of someone who they perceive to be a wolf, when in reality that person had their best interest at heart; a character may instead be denied help because of their wolf appearance; and so on. The scary exterior masks a kind interior in some way.

[matriarchofwar]

ambessa's cinematic..... this whole thing contradicts what i'd previously wrote for her so that's been scrapped for now until i can tweak it to fit. + it is obviously a lot more league based considering it was a trailer for a new line of skins i believe n i am nawt willing to get that into it bc there's so much shit.

but her dying on the battlefield and being visited by a wolf is!! so fitting.

i recently skimmed through the principles of strength too (amongst some other material), given i've been trying to soak up as much information about noxus as i can (and while it isnt directly about noxus it's vv informative) - and it states that "death was often represented as dualistic in nature, taking a form of the lamb of peaceful death, and the wolf of violent ends." given that noxus values strength above all else, the latter is obviously honoured far more than the former. dying in ones bed (a peaceful death, taken by the lamb) did not display strength and therefore did not deserve as much honour as one who died in the throes of battle (a violent death, taken by the wolf) would receive.

(though i read on the wikipage for kindred that the lamb carries a bow, and those who run from it/will not fall to it proceed to meet the wolf. however,i think in noxian culture they view the lamb and her role differently, as she doesn't have a bow - at least not in the cinematic - but she does hold up a symbol of the wolf to ambessa, which insinuates her job is to lead people to the wolf? or give them the option to fight the wolf, should they desire to? idk i'm still researching rn.)

so it makes sense that ambessa, who lay dying amongst her slaughtered war band, would be visited by death in the form of a wolf.

so it would also make sense for a wolf to challenge someone in the form of a warrior while they're on their deathbed, as again it's something held in such high regards in noxus. it is effectively one last duel to the death to see if she is both worthy enough and strong enough to continue living.

i'm aware that there was somebody else (multiple people?) who fought a wolf in similar situations, but i cant remember details nor names considering i'm really only interested in ambessa and what it means for her. although she technically doesn't fight a physical wolf, and instead the armoured warrior in the trailer which no doubt symbolises death in place of the wolf previously seen. which?? i guess isn't really an assumption seeing as when the warrior expands its shield it shows the face of a wolf - and later down the line it shows her reflection in the shield, explaining the whole 'raised by wolves' thing. both metaphorically in the sense that a wolf raised her from the dead, and that a wolf (the one she fought) 'raises' her into the warrior she becomes throughout the fight.

there's also the scenes with her holding what seems to be a statue of a lamb close to her chest. which doesn't represent a peaceful death considering she's already been fatally wounded in battle, but lambs evidently have huge connotations of peace - so it's likely representing a somewhat subdued, peaceful life? yes, she was a warrior of the noxian army, but her resolve was not as fierce as after her resurrection. and when she finally lets go of it, essentially beginning to separate her somewhat 'peaceful' past self from her present, it returns to her fighting the warrior.

AND!!!! before the whole letting go of the lamb thing she was getting her ass downright fucking whooped, and she was gradually accumulating more and more scars. but as soon as it cuts back to the fight after the release of the lamb she manages to actually land a few solid hits.

when the scene changes to the statue of a younger ambessa holding the lamb, it is in reference to her father taking her to the aftermath of the battle of hildenard. she was only ten years old at the time, but it desensitised her to death and showed her that it wasn't something to be feared, but instead respected - and that greatness required sacrifice. which also ties in with the way she 'sacrifices' the lamb in the cinematic to be able to win against the warrior. (edited)

but towards the end it goes back to ambessa fighting the warrior, and her sheer will and determination prove her worthy enough to continue with life - considering she was now littered head to toe in scars, had taken quite the beating, yet she still refused to give up, so the fight ends and she is victorious.

AND I LOVE THE END SCENE W THE FLASH OF GOLD ACROSS THE FETUS BECAUSE!! it can absolutely represent mel - which would explain how she has all that magic, because her mother fought death and survived while carrying her. but i saw somewhere that it might also represent ambessa herself. because in a scene before it, a flash of light passes across ambessa's masked face from right to left, and it does the same thing on the fetus. and given that there have been so many flashbacks into ambessa's life throughout the entire cinematic, it cld be another flashback, faaaar into the past, insinuating that ambessa had been chosen by the wolf since birth, and that this was all part of her destiny. again tying in w the whole 'raised by wolves' thing. BUT ALSO the same flash of gold happens to the armour on mel's back when jinx fires at the council, which would also insinuate it was actually mel, which i imagine actually makes more sense.

[mollish-art]

honestly I think we could go somewhere with the dog metaphor

Oh trust me. The animal metaphors have only just begun.

One of my more subtle inspirations for Unperson was actually Homer's Iliad, namely how the characters speak and the violent actions of the characters are spoken of by the narrator: often figuratively with reference to beasts, so as to better illustrate the dehumanizing effects of war on all parties involved.

Here are some examples from a translation by Samuel Butler:

"As two lions snatch a goat from the hounds that have it in their fangs, and bear it through thick brushwood high above the ground in their jaws, thus did the Ajaxes bear aloft the body of Imbrios, and strip it of its armor." (scroll 13, line 76)

"Menelaos saw him thus stride out before the ranks, and was glad as a hungry lion that lights on the carcass of some goat or horned stag, and devours it there and then, though dogs and youths set upon him. Even thus was Menelaos glad when his eyes caught sight of Alexander, for he deemed that now he should be revenged." (scroll 3, line 1)

"Fool, prate not to me about covenants. There can be no covenants between men and lions, wolves and lambs can never be of one mind, but hate each other out and out and through. Therefore there can be no understanding between you and me, nor may there be any covenants between us, till one or other shall fall and glut grim Ares with his life's blood. Be mindful of all your excellence; you have need now to prove yourself indeed a bold warrior and fighter. You have no more chance, and Pallas Athena will forthwith vanquish you by my spear: you shall now pay me in full for the grief you have caused me on account of my comrades whom you have killed in battle." (scroll 22, line 232)

For what this has to do with Unperson, recall that my characterization of Hetch (the director) has him obsessed with showcasing the worst of what human nature has to offer, and of revealing humans for what they truly are: beasts. Despite it not aligning with the political definition of an "unperson", I chose to name this story after a literal interpretation of the word "un"-"person" (closer rather to dehumanization).

That was a very long-winded answer lmao but tldr: I am indeed thinking constantly about animal metaphors

[perlelune]

Coryo and his friends have plans for reader… and it ain’t good…

Especially Clemensia 👀 I feel like she despises her because of what Dr. Gaul did and just blames her daughter for it. And Coryo… who knows what this man wants from her…

It’s like a pack of wolves and Coryo is the head wolf and reader is the lamb, ready to be devoured.

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I love that metaphor, very spot-on haha