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@themuttandherhounds
“If he puts his hands on you without your consent, he is giving you permission to sink your dragon claws into him with all your might and savage him down to his wretched little worthless soul.”
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Nikita Gill, Savage Him (via meanwhilepoetry)
@houseleours –This seems like something Lucian will tell his granddaughters
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Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a wild beast or a god.
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Anonymously ask me, "Would you..."
Everybody that reblogs this by May 10th will get a traditionally drawn character based on what I think you look like after scrolling through your blog
I think he will have stopped because of how many fucking people xD
nope, im doing everybody that reblogs this! the only thing its doing is making it take a bit longer. i could easily put out 20 or 30 of them in a day, maybe even more if im feeling productive (i draw a lot in my spare time), so really, its just giving me more practice, which is good. im not stopping because of the numbers!
I honestly have concerns about what kind of sketch I’d receive, but fuck, I’m totally going for this.
Color me super intrigued!
Ditto! ♥ Although there are a lot of people~ ;)
She didn't need a new hound. Luc was training up just fine -- not a replacement for Jax, but a hound to help fill the tracking niche -- and Gus was as faithful and strong as always. But Kip did tend to spend more time with Johnny than he did with the others and while that made him a better sentry, it meant he wasn't as coordinated as the other two.
Then there was the matter of those bright blue eyes staring up at her from the floor of the farmhouse.
"He's just weaned," the farmer said. "All the rest're gone, found families fer 'em. He ain't from huntin' stock or nothin'. But ye seem like a woman what has a hand wit' animals." He looked at the pair of wolfhounds waiting patiently outside the door at only her word.
Bitty looked up at him. "An' ye wanna trade him t'me fer the skins I got?"
"An' the meat," the farmer added.
It was two deer, quite a lot of meat and skin. But Bitty also knew the value of a hound. She put her hand out to the pup and let him sniff her. He did so, then nuzzled under her hand. She scratched him, let him get to his feet and flop his way toward her on paws that were much too big for his body yet.
Bitty looked him over with a critical eye. He seemed to be in good health, without lesions or scars. His milk teeth were solidly attached and the inside of his mouth wasn't discolored. "Why couldn't you get rid of him?" she asked, suspicious.
"Truth be told, my daughter kept me from selling him. But times are hard. I can't keep a hound on as a pet."
"And where's yer daughter?" Bitty raised a brow, looking around. She'd seen no one else at the Kessex farmstead.
The man lowered his eyes, speaking with embarrassment. "Off t'the 'Reach with her mama," he murmured.
"Coward," Bitty scoffed at him with a grin. "But I'll take him. Give ya the hides an' meat."
The pup licked her fingers and she petted him again.
She looked down at the little guy, smiling at him. "We'll call ye Sam," she scooped the hound into her arms and stood to go.
Luc and Gus looked up at her curiously as they left, both sniffing at the pup in her arms. She let them, let him sniff them back.
"Looks like ye boys got a li'l brother."
please reblog this if it's okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven't reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you
Roaring 20s Bitty & Johnny. Good find, Vinca!
Irish Wolfhound.
Samuel Smith looked up from his book and his sandwich to find a dark-haired woman and a pair of hounds interrupting his meal. But he only smiled, recognizing her. “Mutt,” he spoke warmly to the woman he’d taught the basics of penmanship. “Is your young man in trouble again? I thought you’d want to write him yourself.”
Tension kept her stiff, though, and she shook her head wordlessly. “I’m gonna rent a room an’ yer gonna read somethin’ fer me. Okay?”
Smith frowned. “Why? What’s happened?” He stood up from his stool beside the little cart where he plied his scribing trade and the scent hit him. Smoke, and a lot of it. He’d seen the column of it rising from the Eastern Commons earlier in the day. Then he looked at the paper clutched tightly in her hand. “Lead on,” he said solemnly.
The Flagon was full downstairs with the lunch crowd, but the room was easy to come by. Once inside, the Mutt barred the door and sat on the bed, pulling the larger dog practically into her lap, the smaller hopping up behind her and curling around her protectively.
Smith uncurled the note, reading over it first. Then he spoke aloud:
“Kip and I are fine,” those came out quickly, giving her a chance to breathe. And, he saw, she did breathe a sigh of relief, relaxing against the hound in her lap. “We’re heading out towards Garenhoff. All of our savings were pulled out of the shop prior to it being burnt. We’ll set up a new one. Together. A new life.”
He looked up and saw tears leaving clean streaks down her grimy cheeks. For a few minutes he sat silently, letting her calm herself without his interference. Then he stood and returned the letter to her. “It sounds like you have some travel ahead of you,” he said quietly. “I will miss seeing you.”
Mutt raised her head and smiled at him. “Yeah, some. I don’t doubt I’ll be back. And I’ll come see ya.” Her hand shot out, fast as a serpent, and grabbed his wrist. “But ya can’t tell nobody ‘bout this. If this means what I think it does, it means he’s in bad trouble.”
Smith patted her hand. “I’ll tell no one. I don’t know the young man’s face, his name, nor yours. So I have nothing to tell. Besides, I enjoyed teaching you. It makes me think I might want to get into that. Teaching people is enjoyable when they want to learn.”
Mutt released him and nodded. “Thanks, Smith. I appreciate it.”
“Samuel,” he replied gently. “Just call me Samuel, Mutt. And go. You have places to be.”
She left two dozen silvers on the table for his time and the room, then rushed out. Smith collected them and headed back to his stand. He hated to see her go, but it was probably better. A wild thing should not be caged.
Bitty wiped her hand along the tattoo on her arm once more. It seemed a dream. The kind she always wanted but could never seem to find. Then she grinned at Johnny, feeling his tattoo as well.
Ink was a permanent reminder, something that would always bind the two of them. And this one was special, it had more meaning together than apart. And the words seemed to embody the pair of them just perfectly.
It had taken a few hours, the asuran tattoo artist’s machine had sped the process greatly, and though it still stung, the pain was worth it to know she would have a part of him with her forever and vice versa.
Johnny had more tattoos on his skin than she did, but each was special. And now, they had one together. Not out of need for a Cause, but for a desire for one another. Marked and joined.
Be the one to guide me’ but never hold me down.
Bitty smiled and kissed her lover. Then she rolled him into bed, laughter and sounds of delight the only thing to be heard for a long time after.
INK MONSTERby KaleidoscopeEyez
Rex had grown in the intervening weeks. He’d become more like a person and less a tiny blob. And he wasn’t alone. Mekli’s power had grown, her understanding of the web of magic expanding each day as she fed her life force into the blobby spirit every day.
A part of her feared her power, feared Rex’s growing strength. But she ruthlessly crushed that. This was for Tiddi. Justice against those who had murdered her.
Whenever her determination lagged, she went to watch them. The two feral dogs who’d done this, putting their shop back together, being sickeningly sweet with one another, raising and caring for their hounds together. It made her ill just to watch them. And that was always enough to send her back to the lab in the hillside beyond Garrenhoff, experimenting, learning from Rex, and using what she knew to build an utterly perfect curse.
For she knew death was too easy. Death ended their suffering far too quickly. They didn’t deserve such things. And among her lessons from Rex, she had discovered a malevolent curse. One that was uniquely suited to the two bandits, that would both weaken and torture them.
The end should never come too quickly, she knew. The long months since Tiddi’s death had taught her that. She had cradled that spark of hate and hurt, fed it her heart’s blood, and come to find out she was actually very, very good at what she was doing. When she was through, her own revenge would be complete. But she wouldn’t stop. Oh no. She would seek out all bandits and separatists. Those who would end lives so easily, deprive families of their loved ones. They deserved to rot. Then they deserved to burn. And only when that was done, would she grant them death. Only then. Only then.
hugging me from behind and kissing my neck at the same time is a good way to melt my heart
