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Beauty is the Beast

The castle that loomed over the valley and village was known to house a monster. The beautiful grounds, the glittering marble that caught the sunlight every morning was all a wonderful trap. The people whispered of the great beast that prowled through the grand halls, and of the treasure it protected. The riches of empires were said to be collected there, tempting any to enter.  None were foolish enough to venture up the mountain and confirm such rumors, nor were they apt to possibly bring the wrath of the beast upon their little town. Still, there were those that believed leaving the beast alone was not nearly enough to keep the town safe. 

Which lead to a scarifice... 

The people were quick. Hiking up the mountain and leaving the chosen just beyond those intricate gates, placing them at the foot of the stairway of the ornate doors. They ignored the pleads and protests, and for hours the victim begged for saving that never came. What did come was night... and soon with it, the echo of footsteps through the palace halls. They grew ever closer, becoming drowned by the pounding beat of fear that thudded through the chosen. The world was becoming hazy when the huge doors slowly opened. That must be why this beast looked so beautiful. Why perhaps it was not hell they had been left in, but heaven. Amber eyes glowed in the soft light of the moon, beautiful and distant as they stared cooly at the gift left upon their stairs. This was the beast? This beautiful woman who seemed molded of rich ocer and gold, with hair the soft glow of pearl falling all about her lush frame. She looked more a princess in her fine dress and jewels, a goddess with how her steps made the many bangles she wore chime lightly. 

Small hands, delicate some would say, reached out. The fear struck when they realized those hands were tipped in long, deadly claws. It only grew as they plucked a lock of hair, running it through those talons. A moment passed, tense and still, before this beast finally spoke, tone soft and airy. 

“Should I be insulted that they sent you as a sacrifice? The ones from previous years were much more appealing...”

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@dangerous-smoll @therhoadespack

Isa fell into his office chair with a low grumble, a growl barely bit back as he looked at his desk. It was piled high with paperwork he was far too behind on, and he resisted the urge to burn it all and storm out of the PD to go pick a fight. His patience was pushed beyond its limits, and he just wanted to get into a good old battle if only to rid himself of the pent up aggression. He was seriously considering slipping out and shoveling the paperwork onto an intern when a shadow loomed over his desk. 

This time he did growl, glaring at them with a malice that had nothing to do with the actual situation. Well, not that they knew that. “Do I look like I am in the mood for a visit?”

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@adeadlysong

Isa was in no mood today. The skirmish- the attempted coup d'état- had not ended once he and his queen sister arrived home. No, little pests followed them, and it had been his duty to rid Shafter of the threat. Unfortunately, it had not been as easy as he thought it would be. He growled low in his throat, pushing his fingers through his hair, snagging tangles that had formed during his fight. He knew he looked like hell, half torn up and burned in several places. Which was why he was trying to quickly get through town and back to the PD before he was stopped.

Unfortunately... he found a road block in the form of the small female he had run into. Icy eyes narrowed down at her, hostility and threat leaking from every pore. It was barley controlled long enough for him to offer a hand to her, even if he still sounded like he was growling when he spoke. “Get up. You’re fine.” 

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@prcttyfangs

“Me amor, do you not think it would be wiser to possibly... not toy with magic and machine at this moment? Especially when that magic is dragon’s fire?”

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@xviperinae

“Not that I’m one to complain when a pretty girl just walks up and starts giving me attention but.... uh, can I get a name first?”

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  So what is Ana’s type then?

very specific

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prcttyfangs:

@drxgcnbcrn liked or a starter with Des!

“Move your fat ass out of the way, you glorified fucking skink,” Des snapped, pushing on Isa with a shoe. “Y'ain’t a damn window.”

The giant male merely huffed, only proving to be more annoying as he lounged across the other, making sure to lean on his weight on him. “Gravity is pushing down on me, Des. I feel so weak.”

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cupido-periculosa:

Of course I mean to fight. He says this as if it should be obvious, and to him it is. He’s not one to sit in the sidelines if he can help it. He wants to be in the middle of the fray. I am less at risk than human soldiers. A mere infection can kill them. I won’t allow a redcoat to get so fortunate as to have a clear shot to my heart. What about you?

“So willin’ to fight. Is there somethin’ you are tryin’ to prove? Or is your head filled with visions of glory? The rise in station after the way, perhaps?” There was a short pause, as if she was trying to figure out how serious he truly was. Or more precisely, how much of this was bravado. In the end, she laughed airily, finding him genuine and honest- which was all the more amusing to her. Or perhaps it was his question. What about her? The mortals of this time felt their women too delicate to participate in things such as war, believed to faint at the mere mention of battle. “I do what I can. Mostly, I make sure money goes into the pockets of those supplyin’ this American experiment.” 

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The behind the scenes with Roman and Seth during the filming of a Mattel commercial will forever be iconic (and also really adorable)

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one time when i was a little drunk and laying in bed with a guy, i kissed his neck and mumbled “i could beat the shit out of you” in his ear.

he said “i know”

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Šarena Džamija (Alaca Cami) in Tetovo (Kalkandelen), Macedonia. The Ottoman mosque was built in 1438, later rebuilt in 1833.  

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Dolce & Gabbana SS17

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if I get attached to your OC, you’re doomed I’m doomed we’re doomed

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Shield days

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