#dog/master dynamic

[flowersandfashion]

I'm Your Man, Mitski /// “you said the lambs were ready,” come the slumberless to the land of nod, Traci Brimhall /// I WILL BE GOOD AS LONG AS YOU WANT ME, @towriteabutch /// 'the reciprocity of the attack dog and the hand that holds the short leash' (edited), @finalgirlabigailhobbs /// Moon Song, Phoebe Bridgers /// Still Life Based on Hunting (detail), c. 1665-1701, David De Koninck /// It Will Come Back, Hozier /// "you’ve always been more of a dog person," @trinakeepstrying

[cchocolatekat]

ive known them for a grand total of two days

[yeyinde]

“An imbalance, you suppose. Or a ballad: the timeless tale of a stupid, greedy girl sinking her teeth into a grown man's wallet like a dog with a bone. In his hand, the leash. A tug. Be good.”

Oh my god lev this line made me salivate it’s just so so perfect, the way you write price make me want to claw my eyes out 🤩🧎‍♂️

mmmm i feel that. writing Price sometimes makes me want to claw my own eyes out too lmao and thank you!!! glad you enjoyed it!

[corporalkiheart]

I just finished Long Live Evil and want the Emperor in a way that is frankly concerning. Sarah Rees Brennan knows her villain fuckers and what we want, because she is definitely one of us.

[devotedlystrangewizard]

my favorite authorization moments are honestly when the hunter starts walking towards the monster only to stop dead in their tracks and go "alma?". its so silly and it makes so much sense and i LOVE the existence of verbal permission rather than just implication. i think my hunter is autistic as shit

[torridturncoat]

the more things change with homosexuals the more they stay the same fr

[mx-myth]

I was talking with @kingsandbastardz the other day and happened to get enough inspiration to smash this out. Kind of ooc for dfs? But also it's exactly him because he is that possessive.

The harsh noise of the waterfall has become the background to his meditation by now. His senses easily wash over his surroundings, aware of every stone and tree and blade of grass. Di Feisheng feels one corner of his mouth quirk up, infinitesimally, at a change in the air.

“Mengzhu,” Wuyan says, materializing by his side. He brings the scent of pine with him, as he always does. Di Feisheng breathes it in. “I come to report there are no threats in the area.”

“As expected,” he says. It was Wuyan after all who had found this waterfall for his meditation, and it was him who worked hard to make it safe for him. “Always diligent.”

“Mengzhu,” Wuyan says. It comes out like he’s saying thank you. He leans in and pulls him closer by the back of his robes. “You flatter this one,” he says.

Di Feisheng rumbles as he presses his nose against the warm, vulnerable skin of Wuyan’s neck. It had taken a long time to get him to stop saying this lowly one or this unworthy one. He disagrees with those forms of address because Wuyan is the most capable person he’s ever met. “It is merely a fact,” he says before he turns his head to kiss him.

Wuyan reciprocates. He kisses him like they have all the time in the world, his hands sliding carefully over his ornate robes. Di Feisheng, amused despite how familiar this all is now, lets him take the lead. They end up sideways in the grass, trading breath between their soft open mouths. He considers this too a kind of meditation.

“Mengzhu,” Wuyan says finally, some indeterminable time later. It’s in his apologetic tone that means they probably should stop indulging themselves and resume their normal roles and responsibilities. He huffs and accepts it, sitting up. Wuyan does the same, shaking the grass from his ponytail. He feels something akin to jealousy, looking at his plainer clothes and simpler hairstyle.

“Go first,” he orders. Wuyan gets up and bows, disappearing in front of his eyes. His pine scent, a byproduct of his qi-concealing technique, lingers even as his qinggong carries him away. Di Feisheng breathes it in one last time.

A-Yan, he thinks possessively. It’s too dangerous a thought to have. It’s a double-edged sword, the kind that can kill him or Wuyan or both of them. He breathes it out and leaves it to be carried away by the water as he goes, following.

[skloomdumpster]

the year is 2025 and I miss Andreas/Rosalind looking like they're going to evil prom together 😔

[enden-k]

"Did you try naming your AU [generic AU name]

🤓☝️"

Im sorry all i could see was the nerd emoji set.

--🐉

idk all i could see was someone getting mad and yelling in caps bc im not using "mafia AU" for a mafia flavored AU but thats it. im not interested in starting a fight, i just wanted to correct them bc i felt a bit bothered by the tone on my post

[holy--milk]

oh yeah, as you might have noticed, i finished DVAWTK today.

final thoughts: 10/10 would recommend. loved all the women. the main couple was okay i guess.

[miles-is-so-gay]

why does it wear the collar, if not to be owned?

to show its owner its humanity is irrelevent when not in the presence of him?

it responds to commands given only by its master.

it used to fight him - alongside people who fought him - but now it comes when he calls.

it wears the mark of ownership not granted to his other dogs, for they are wild, and it is tamed, even if just barely.

he pets it, and loves it, but only if it is loyal.

and it most always is.

it used to bare its teeth and growl at him, when first met by his touch; but angled itself for more none-the-less.

it showed loyalty to many.

to him, it showed delusion.

but what is loyalty, if not a form of delusion?

the lines are blurred for it.

it has little sense of who it was before - it knows well who it is after.

its master changed it.

yet, it also changed its master.

[mostlikelytofangirl]

Hi! What are your thoughts on SuYao (Su She/Jin Guangyao)? OwO

Btw I adore your art and scenarios and how well you treat all of the characters not making a "villain" out of anyone🥺 Especially RuoYao art xdd JGY deserves all the love!

Hi there!

My thoughts on suyao is that is it very underrated for how much canon backup it has. I mean, granted, most of it is very one-sided, but it was also stated that JGY cared about him, if not in the same way (no one can convince me that SMS didn't have a crush lol), he was still a very dear friend.

I will always say that JGY may have loved LXC, but he trusted SMS and that's a special bond that has more potential than what ppl give them credit for.

I'm aware that it mostly comes from the fact that SMS is not a very liked character in the fandom, and I fully blame the narrative for that. One thing I love about this story is that no one and nothing is black and white, and depending on the pov, mostly everyone can be the hero and the villain, which is why I'm so partial towards the "bad guys". They too have a story to tell that wasn't given the chance in a canon that is very much a tragedy for everybody but two characters ^^;.

Ahhhh thank you so much!! I'm so glad to know you enjoy my art and my ramblings lol. I'm a certified villainfucker, and as I mentioned above, it's pretty much a matter of perspective to me, and I always found characters that have complicated moralities and motivations, much more interesting than characters that are nothing but goodness/evil... and even evil for the sake of it can be fun when embranced with style (aka WRH xD).

Anyways, Jiggy absolutely deserves all the love, and that's why I'm here, spreading the allyao gospel and advocating for rareships :'D

[transsexual-necromutilomaniac]

i have such sick and twisted thoughts about their dymamic

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 24

"What is this place?" Manon asked Glennis as she found the crone polishing the handle of a gold-bound broom beside the fire. Two others lay on a cloak nearby. Menial work for the witch in charge of this camp.

"This is an ancient camp-one of the oldest we claim." Glennis's knobbed fingers flew over the broom handle. "Each of the seven Great Hearths has a fire here, as do many others." Indeed, there were far more than seven in the camp. "It was a gathering place for us after the war, and since then, it had become a place to usher in some of our younger witches to adulthood. It is a rite we've developed over the years—to send them into the deep wilds for a few weeks to hunt and survive with only their brooms and a knife. We remain here while they do so."

Manon asked quietly, "Do you know what our initiation rite is?"

Glennis's face tightened. "I do. We all do." Which hearth had the witch she'd killed at age sixteen belonged to?

"You're not a cold person."

He arched a brow. "Is that your professional opinion?"

Manon studied him. "You can descend to those levels when you are angry, when your friends are threatened. But you are not cold, not at heart. I've seen men who are, and you are not."

"Neither are you," he said a bit quietly.

The wrong thing to say.

Manon stiffened, her chin lifting. "I am one hundred seventeen years old," she said flatly. "I have spent the majority of that time killing. Don't convince yourself that the events of the past few months have erased that."

"Keep telling yourself that." He doubted anyone had ever spoken to her that baldly-relished that he now did, and kept his throat intact.

She snarled in his face. "You're a fool if you believe the fact that I am their queen wipes away the truth that I have killed scores of Crochans."

"That fact will always remain. It's how you make it count now that matters."

Make it count. Aelin had said as much back in those initial days after he'd been freed of the collar. He tried not to wonder whether the icy bite of Wyrdstone would soon clamp around his neck once more.

"I am not a softhearted Crochan. I will never be, even if I wear their crown of stars."

He'd heard the whispers about that crown amongst the Crochans this week-about whether it would be found at last. Rhiannon Crochan's crown of stars, stolen from her dying body by Baba Yellowlegs herself. Where it had gone after Aelin had killed the Matron, Dorian had not the faintest idea. If it had stayed with that strange carnival she'd traveled with, it could be anywhere. Could have been sold for quick coin.

Manon went on, "If that is what the Crochans expect me to become before they join in this war, then I will let them venture to Eyllwe tomorrow alone."

"Is it so bad, to care?" The gods knew he'd been struggling to do so himself.

"I don't know how to," she growled.

Ridiculous. An outright lie. Perhaps it was because of the high likelihood that he'd be collared again at Morath, perhaps it was because he was a king who'd left his kingdom in an enemy's grip, but Dorian found himself saying, "You do care. You know it, too. It's what makes you so damn scared of all this."

Her golden eyes raged, but she said nothing.

"Caring doesn't make you weak," he offered.

"Then why don't you heed your own advice?"

"I care." His temper rose to meet hers. And he decided to hell with it-decided to let go of that leash he'd put on himself. Let go of that restraint. "I care about more than I should. I even care about you."

Another wrong thing to say.

Manon stood—as high as the tent would allow. "Then you're a fool." She shoved on her boots and stomped into the frigid night.

I even care about you.

Manon scowled as she turned in her sleep, wedged between Asterin and Sorrel. Only hours remained until they were to move out—to head to Eyllwe and whatever force might be waiting to ally with the Crochans. And in need of help.

Caring doesn't make you weak.

The king was a fool. Little more than a boy.

What did he know of anything?

Still the words burrowed under her skin, her bones. Is it so bad, to care?

She didn't know. Didn't want to know.

[skitskatdacat63]

Re: prev rb("oh he's your 'right hand man'? for what, jerking you off?")

^ i implied it already in my tags, but god, this is literally Fernando @ Mark and Seb in the boy king au 😭 He's literally constantly ragging on them. It makes it even worse than Mark's role is literally called "Groom of the Bedchamber." It's like "oh he's your groom? Of the bedchamber? Better get to your martial duties, right? What else does he do to you in your bed?" And once Seb is emperor, Mark is definitely called his right hand man by outsiders, just fueling the fire for Nando.

[owners-puppy]

Sitting in my seat next to @evil-0wner’s armchair and He’s not there I’m so sad I miss Him so much