Fox arrives at the decision to not eat his new friend.
LOOK AT THEM!
The best part is I know he tried to get the mannerisms and expressions right and YOU KNOW, HE WAS PROBABLY DOING BONES FACES IN MIRRORS FOR HOURS!
And this is why Karl Urban is better then you
I want this.
I want this as a pet irl
HE HAS A LITTLE BACKPACK
DARK TEMPTATION (part 3)
(Phantom of the opera(?)/ Opera singer AU)
a fanfic by : Minty
art by: GQD/Garnetquyen
Warning (for this part): rape, non-con
Out of all the possibilities to why Erik was so held back, Charles never expected this. Extending from Erik’s strong collarbone to the side of the other man’s hip was a large, discolored, and misshapen jag. After overcoming the initial shock of seeing the deformed scar, things started making sense to Charles: why Erik never wanted to go any further in their intimate sessions, why he always wore collared clothing, why he never really liked the light. The brunette softened his eyes as he realized how long Erik must have kept this secret to himself, and how lonely the singer must have felt. Charles bent down as a desire to touch the marked skin hit him. He barely brushed his fingers on the scar to feel the upraised tissue when Erik jolted awake, grey eyes opening and narrowing with rage. The blue eyed brunette winced in pain as the stormy eyed sleeper gripped his wrist, squeezing tightly.
“Only one request Charles- Why didn’t you listen to me?”