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//moving this boy back to a side blog. :3 same url and stuff. hellfurred

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//moving this boy back to a side blog. :3 same url and stuff. hellfurred

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//moving this boy back to a side blog. :3 same url and stuff. hellfurred

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//moving this boy back to a side blog. :3 same url and stuff. hellfurred

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@enduringalpha || as plotted <3

the human world was a fascinating place - he shouldn’t even walk on it, he shouldn’t walk among them, but he was & he wouldn’t give that up for anything in the world. he loved crowley as his king & master, but he didn’t want to live in hell any longer, only getting out to drag souls back. he didn’t like being trapped & he’d tried talking, but there was no changing crowley’s mind on this. other hounds had disappeared, but nathan wasn’t like the others. he was smarter than them, really. 

wandering for a little while after he’d snuck out in the middle of the night - or rather he’d waited until crowley left for a meeting outside & slipped out in secret, he had no location in mind. he did know he had to get far as soon as possible to even have a chance. otherwise crowley would just send the hounds for him to drag him back.

he let the human world guide him, they might be unable to see him, but he could see them - he could smell what they smelled & he could feel what they felt. or at least he thought he could feel. big cities were busy, he knew humans were less likely to pay attention to the strange here, so if food suddenly disappeared or if it rained & he got wet, a puddle appearing out of nowhere would go unnoticed. 

parks were a nice invention - hell didn’t have parks, or grass. he liked to believe he could find a way to make friends even like this. he laid low in the park for a good, long while & waited until a scent caught his nose - like him, but not. he trailed after the man on the side of the street. he was walking somewhere, clearly determined, so he decided to stick around.

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protectxthem‌ // jack:

JACK learned early on that if he didn’t fight or struggle when it came to the hounds collecting him or rather his soul; everything went a little smoother, albeit the tearing of his soul from his body always hurt in a way. he loved NATHAN much like one would love a pet and maybe after a while his love or rather his adoration for the other grew.

the jokes always made it less painful and sometimes he hoped he at least humored the other in a way. here came the new scary part, letting go. he looked up at NATHAN and smiled when he promised they’d meet again, with one last breath JACK smiled.

it was a bit dizzying when he first awoke in a cell and tied to a rack. he wouldn’t beg and plead to be let go. he mocked the minion to hide how scared he really was. he could feel someone watching or at least waiting nearby and it gave him hope that it was NATHAN. he gritted his teeth refusing to scream as the blade dug into his body.

nathan wasn’t soft per se, but it was different this time around. he knew the pain that awaited him & wouldn’t want to switch places with him for anything in the world - other than mercy for jack, maybe. he waited silently in an alcove just a few steps from the cell. he was curious to know what jack did to deserve the trip downstairs, but it wasn’t his place to ask. 

when the demon was done for the time being, nathan waited for him to pass before slipping in to greet his favorite human. was he, though? was he still human? he was a soul in human form. did that count? “hey there, stranger.” hound rumbled softly, hand reaching out to cup a bloodied cheek. “they’re treatin’ you well, i see.”

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Sicario (2015) Directed by Denis Villeneuve

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A gifset for episode • Frank Castle

2x08 - My Brother’s Keeper

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hereticdefied‌ // rowena:

“Careful, I might enjoy that.” —

     Airy chuckle and lascivious gaze that raked over his form, nonetheless she had the sense to move out of his immediate grip. Nathan couldn’t kill her, for several reasons, but Rowena had no particular desire to test his resolve. Turning away, she moved to a nearby tea-set, ensuring she did not lose sight of him in various strategically placed reflective surfaces. — “Tell me dear, how do you think Ramsey would respond if you crushed my throat? I can practically smell the testosterone radiating off you, but as I understand it, she’s still the alpha of the pack. I wonder how your masculinity tolerates being submissive to a woman?”

“only alpha i got is crowley.” the hound grumbled, lips drawn in tight, breathing slow & only slightly faster than ordinary. ramsey might be his mother, she was the oldest hellhound & he was grateful to be born, but he didn’t answer to her - nor did most of the other hounds. crowley didn’t like her, she didn’t like crowley - they had a mutual understanding like that. “crowley would lock me up for a week, then he’d thank me. you & i both know that.”

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hereticdefied‌ // rowena:

— Why use a knife when a tongue can be twice as sharp?

     Dropping the weapon, but not sheathing it, expression turned to a smirk as she regarded the hellhound. “Hardly threatened by your paltry version of masculinity.” — Petite form slinks and slithers, a snake concealed under batted lashes and pretty lips. Coy tilt of her head, and though she’s looking up at the hound, she relinquishes no power. “Besides while my son still values the love of his mother, you’ll have to put those considerable muscles to use elsewhere.” — Taunting words accompanied by slim fingers come to rest on his bicep, a touch that could be a caress were it not so threatening.

entire being filled with the urge to kill - to rip & tear through her small form, the hound took a deep breath. it would be all too easy killing her & selling it to crowley as self-defense, something nathan had had no influence on - he’d had no other choice, nobody trusted rowena less than crowley did, but it would pain their king, as did her presence. either way he lost. “only use i’ll put them to is your throat.” the hound hissed under his breath, arm twitching under her touch - as did the muscles in his face as a growl rippled through him.

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Jon’s characters + forehead touches (requested by @love-and-doom)

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ignoring that only crowley was allowed to call him pup, her reaction to his presence was entertaining & part of him felt he was doing this for his master. he suffered, clearly, with his mother around & nathan couldn’t do anything to help him. 

“scared of a little pup, then? too bad i’m not goin’ anywhere & you’re not gonna be alone with our king again, ever.” he would glue himself to crowley’s side if he had to, endure a hundred punishments just to ensure she couldn’t hurt him again.

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— “I’m not sure I like the way you’re looking at me, pup.”

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What’s Your Love Style?

         Your Love Style Is Agape.

You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner. Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare. You are willing to sacrifice your world for your sweetie. Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you. For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.

Tagged by: @malumxsubest (thanks <3)

Tagging: @resurgentiummatrem, @the-darkening-sky (whomever you want or all xD), @summerxmelodies, @protectxthem (jack & bahamut), @starsandmuses (meiel), @xsurvivedthecage

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