I hate this. Things like this scare the shit out of me.
Yes a parent should be protective. No they should not STALK their child.
Yes a parent can get upset at a child. No they should not flip out or let their anger make them out of control, or take out their anger on their child.
Yes a parent can lecture and maybe the kid feels like their parent is driving them crazy - but after the last two statements forgive me if I don’t exactly trust these definitions.
A parent should never be their child’s worst nightmare. A pain sometimes, ok, but not a nightmare.
And the idea of a parent “stalking” and “hunting down” their child is horrifying. If you were a good parent, maybe your child would have communicated whereabouts upfront with you already.
And the last statement is the worst. “I will subject you to terror and treat you like my property…. Because I love you!” No one would ever put up with this from a partner, a friend, even a grandparent…. Why is it suddenly okay from a parent?

Fuck toxic parenting.

Listen closely. What you are hearing is not the sound of a monster. There are no spirits in that sound. No lurking or lurkers, no stalking or stalkers, nothing hunting you. All you were hearing is the sound of the world you live in. And you can put headphones on. You can listen to my voice. But you can never fully escape that world. You are always half there, no matter where the rest of you is.

But in those sounds, in that inescapable world, there is every joy you will ever experience. Every beautiful person you will ever meet. Every wonderful surprise that will ever wonderfully startle you.

It is the good and the bad. It is the sound of the world. A world that will kill you, but also a world that will allow you to live.

And as you exist in this world, half hearing my half voice, remember: you’re all right. You are alllll right.

“There is no light without darkness.” - Rythian “Hellstrand” Enderborn, mysterious vigilante of the night.

Easily the tallest of the cast in LabBuddies, Rythian is a looming shadow in the night. Juxtaposed to Proasheck and Sabriel who save the day with great bravado and rainbows, Rythian stalks the night hunting down the dimension hopping endermen, ruthlessly cutting them apart to take their pearl-like hearts; A guaranteed way to kill off the eternal creatures from the End. When he isn’t snuffing out the immortal beings, he frequently keeps tabs on Yoglabs activities. He harbours a great hatred for the company as a whole, seeking vengeance for crimes they have committed, however only a very few key members of the organisation deserve the knife from the dark.

Despite his frightening appearance and mysterious nature, Rythian is less of a monster then the media makes him out to be. He cares deeply for those around him, even if he doesn’t always let on to that fact. He frequently runs himself ragged, forgetting or straight up ignoring to take care of himself, all for the sake of the city he has come to know as his home… Luckily for him, he often finds small packed lunches tucked in with his gear along with notes of encouragement (and reminders to take out the trash) from Zoeya.

This is sketchy as hell.

For people who see this post… why? Why would anyone like this?
This is a weird invasion of childhood moments that weren’t released by choice.

You don’t just get someone’s yearbook. 
You either go to the school those years, or you hunt this down from someone else that has one.

Everyone wants to know whatever they can about Ryan’s past, but can we at least let him decide when he releases or okays pictures from his own childhood?
It’s exciting and fun to know more about someone!
This is not one of those times.

Leaving out the name of the school makes no difference.
It’s still creepy and weird.

“For the sake of his privacy”
If there was any care at all for his privacy this wouldn’t have been posted.
Especially not on a side account with no other posts than to reblog this same thing.

I blacked out the name just for the fact that they shouldn’t get more named recognition for this kind of negative digging.

If people out there care for Ryan’s actual privacy and life, please…
Give this post no notice when you go by it.
Don’t encourage this kind of hunting stalking behavior.

Ryan should mean more to this to any true fan who cares deeply for his well being and privacy of his life.
If he wanted it released, it’d be out on an Extra Life or a stream.


Humans Are Horrifying:

1. When a human comes into a time of low food intake, their body will begin to break down and consume itself from the inside

2. The average human has bones that, inch for inch, can stand up to more direct force than stone.

3. A handful of years after young humans finally show their teeth, they all fall out again to make room for a bigger, stronger set.

4. Humans are apex predators and have an average biting force of 138 pounds.

5. Humans can live birth up to eight infants during one gestational period.

6. Humans are slow-moving tactical pack hunters that typically exhaust their prey over a prolonged period- A well-practiced human can track and pursue their prey for up to 100 miles in the span of a single 24-hour day.

7. When startled or otherwise aroused by danger, a human’s body will release copious amounts of adrenaline, which drastically increases strength, speed, and sensory intake.

8. When faced with extreme conditions or the rare sociocultural demand, humans have been known to participate in the cannibalization of one another.

9. While typically land dwellers, humans can also develop an impressive aptitude for swimming, climbing, and gliding- their versatility is only in competition with their tenacity, as humans can be found in very nearly any climate at all from burning heat and solar radiation, to solid frozen deserts composed entirely of solid water.

10. While humans are only physically capable of very limited regeneration of lost parts, they are able to transplant the organs and tissues from other species and each other into others.

11. On the same string, some humans have assimilated cybernetic replacements and enhancements in and onto their bodies and limbs. This has been applied to anything from cardiovascular distress to amputation.

12. Humans emit an incredibly low-frequency light that is generally only visible under very specific conditions.

13. Young humans over many cultures engage in hunting and stalking activities for instinctual practice, group bonding, and personal entertainment.

14. Human teeth are designed for both cutting and grinding, and can consume most other living organisms, barring toxicity.

15. Many humans intentionally consume poisons in order to experience altered mind states.

16. Every twelve hours, a human enters a stationary trance in which they experience vivid auditory and visual hallucinations. It is theorized that this functions as a survival simulation which prepares them for potential danger.

17. When a human dies, the remains proceed to self-destruct almost immediately.

18. Humans survive on the mutually beneficial parasitic relationship that exists between them and countless millions of individual microscopic organisms that compose the majority of their body mass.

19. Thumbs seem pretty dope

Imagine a sterek Hunchback of Notre Dame au where Talia, her daughter Laura and her new-born son run from persecution and seek sanctuary from her brother, Peter. Talia and Laura are killed on the doorstep, and the baby is left to die in the snow, but his crying wakes Peter. He takes the boy in, but soon realises that he is disfigured by lycanthropy and now, forever looks like a werewolf (but with eyebrows this time).

Originally posted by teenwolfwild

His uncle keeps him locked away in the attic of his large mansion, hidden away from the world. He teaches Derek to stay where he is, making him think he’s an ugly monster that everyone will fear and hate.

But one day, he sneaks out to the fair in the centre of town. He pulls a hood over his face and hides in the shadows of the crowd to watch the festival.

Something catches his attention: a young gypsy boy who stands atop a small stage, dancing with ribbons and colourful fans in a costume made of billowing fabric. Despite the verbal abuse hurled at him from the crowd, he doesn’t stop.

Originally posted by lux-teen0

The guards try to tear him down from the stage, pulling him to the ground, kicking him and hitting him, when Derek pushes through the crowd and comes to the rescue: his hood falling back and his lycanthropy revealed to everyone.

Originally posted by maximofftrash

They all scream and rear back, no-one daring to fight him. 

Derek is shocked by their reaction even though his uncle has drilled it into his head. He picks up Stiles and runs back through the crowd, taking the boy back to his house where he is safe.

Stiles is concussed and bleeding so Derek tends to his wounds. And when the boy wakes, Derek expects him to to horrified; to scream or attack him, to run away, but he doesn’t. Stiles just looks at him and whispers, “I like your eyes.”

Derek is really shy and slightly bashful; no-one has ever treated him like a person before.

They sit and talk for hours, about how they have both lost their families and are both persecuted by society. 

Originally posted by el-chico-depresivo-y-suicida

Derek takes care of Stiles until he is well enough to leave and take care of himself.
“Will I ever see you again?” Stiles asks as he leaves.
“Would you ever want to?” Derek asks, expecting the answer to be ‘no’.
“Then maybe,” Derek says, slightly hopeful.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

But the next day, Peter is musing about how the city’s guards have captured a gypsy boy and he is to be hanged for his ‘crimes’.

Derek breaks out of the attic (which his uncle has fortifies after his last escape) and runs into tow, trying to save Stiles. But he’s too late; he can see his uncle laughing at Stiles who is thrashing about in the noose, slowly chocking to death.
Derek bursts through the crowd, tearing the rope with his claws and fighting off the guards while running away with Stiles.

He runs to the woods and lays Stiles beneath a tree - the same tree his mother died beneath - and realises that the boy is unconscious and not breathing. He tears the rope from his neck and holds him close,crying over his still body and scared that he’s lost the only person he’s ever loved.

Originally posted by allisonarxgent

The ending can go one of two ways: either Stiles dies and Derek stalks the woods and hunts down those who killed Stiles, or Derek gives up his Alpha spark to save Stiles and they run away together - far away where no-one knows who they are and where they can start anew.

cityofaangels  asked:

I'm a sucker for tattoo shop AUs (Deep in the Heart of Me is my favorite fic EVER), and I can imagine Tony being the manager of a famous shop, and accepting stray artists that want to find a job and are poor/homeless/lost (among which Bucky, Clint and Nat), and just giving them a goal, a home and a future and ARG

Thank you for reminding me of the beauty that is tattoo AUs!!!! I can’t believe I forgot about this to be honest, I used to adore them in almost every fandom, but I haven’t thought of them in ages until I got your ask! I’m unfamiliar with the fic you’ve mentioned–I don’t read a lot of Stony–but I think I’ll give it a try! But for now, let’s get back to this AU.

I really like the idea of Tony being this crazy, loveable owner of a tattoo shop who hires very questionable people under ridiculous circumstances because he’s insane like that. I also headcanon that said questionable people are very protective of their smol boss because of it.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” the stranger snarls disturbingly animalistic.

“Uhm.” Tony stares at the knife—a real knife and definitely not one for the kitchen—and scruffles a tiny step backwards. Backs against a wall before he has the chance to bring a little more distance between himself and Stranger With Knife.

Damn those walls and the stupid people that build them.

He’s going to die here, alone, in an abandoned backstreet. Where nobody will find his body until they’ll have to hold the funeral with a closed coffin. If they’ll ever find his body.

There’s probably a life lesson in here, about how you’re not supposed to follow unknown men a head taller than you and double your weight in muscles into an abandoned backstreet for one. But Tony’s attention is too fixated on the knife to care much about unimportant details like that.

For once, he hysterically thinks, Rhodey won’t be able to scold me for my messed up priorities.

“I won’t ask again!” the man hisses dangerously. He’s got shaggy hair that could do with a cut and a wash, and his eyes flicker with the same restlessness that drew Tony to him initially.

And fine, he probably shouldn’t have followed the guy. He can see how this could be considered “creepy” by people less fluent in Tony-speak than Pepper or Rhodey. Natasha will undoubtedly slap him—gently, because she’s secretly a poisonous snake who’s adopted Tony as this weird, bumbling kitten that will not get killed by anyone but her—for this later. You know, if there is a later.

“I was wondering if you want to work for me,” Tony blurts out because he can’t think of anything else to say. Also because it’s true.

“I’m not fuckin’ work for hire!” the man growls. “I don’t do that shit anymore, so either back the fuck off or I’ll make sure you won’t need anything anymore!”

Alright. Tony decidedly isn’t going to ask what the guy’s going on about. Nope. Absolutely not. That would just be too stupid, even for him.

“What are you talking about?” he asks and promptly wants to knock himself out. At least that might improve his chances to not talk himself into an early death. Clint will not be impressed if he misses is 8 o’clock appointment tomorrow and he has to cover for Tony—neither will the customer. Clint isn’t useful for anything before eleven in the morning.

The man’s eyes—they’re a cold blue that would look a lot prettier if they weren’t levelling a glacial glare at Tony right now—narrow even further, the knife itching ever so slightly closer towards Tony, and nope, not a fan of that development at all.

“Look,” Tony decides to try and deescalate the situation, “You don’t have to answer that. Actually, please don’t answer that, because this sounds too much like one of those I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you thingies and Natty would not be pleased if you did. You know, kill me. Unless you tell her I called her Natty again. For some reason she really doesn’t like that? But what do I know, women are weird,” he muses with a shrug.

“Right, I was trying to make a point. See, you could just wave your knife around and possibly- probably kill me, which would really suck. Cause I’m not a big fan of being dead before my liver gives out on me and you don’t look like you’ve got another jacket, and blood is a bitch to get out.” Not that it would be much of a loss, with the oversized, worn down thing the man’s wearing. It looks like it’s being held together by stubbornness and nothing else.

He might have said that last part out loud as well, if the guy’s twitch is anything to go by. Tony can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or not.

“Or,” he hastily continues, “you could listen to my gracious proposal, accept it with genuine appreciation and enthusiasm and in two years we’ll both laugh about this moment.” He finishes with a bright smile and a happy clap. Screw Natasha and Pepper, he can be reasonable and mature. He’s not the one waving a butcher knife around after all.

Said knife is slowly lowered by the stranger who tilts his head to one side in a show curiosity. He seems—amused, almost. Or maybe that’s Tony’s screwed perception of reality talking. Clint’s mentioned he has a problem at one point, something about seeing a ravaging monster and cooing over it and wanting to pet it. Which is nonsense, Tony doesn’t want to pet anything. Except maybe the guy’s hair, once it’s been properly cleaned. And that’s not his fault, it looks like it could be fluffy.

“I’m listening,” he drawls, almost like he’s humouring Tony. The joke’s on him though, because Tony is used to being humoured.

“Do you know Stark Tower? What a stupid question, of course you do, but just in case you don’t, it’s the best tattoo studio in the entire country, trust me on that, and it happens to also belong to me. You’d look great with a couple of tattoos by the way, really help round off that assassin-gone-rough vibe you’ve got there, and I’d totally do them for free or maybe not free. Pepper says I’m not supposed to give people things all the time, but you wouldn’t tell on me, right?”

“Anyways, I saw this,” Tony lifts the crumbled paper he’s rescued from the garbage at the café he’s first noticed Mr Tall, Dark and Knifey—and hadn’t that led to a fun conversation with the waitress—and waves it around as if to stress his point, “and you’ve got some real talent with the abstract design there, because this is amazing and I’d want it as a tattoo, wich says something, my taste is fantastic. Also I’m missing a designer because that asshole Wade keeps running off to do one thing or another and I’m not allowed to hire Peter until he’s legal.”

The guy stares at him in bemusement while Tony tries to catch his breath. Admittedly not an uncommon reaction.

“You’re offering me a job?” he asks after a moment in disbelief—and damn, this guy is catching on to Tony-speak real quick, he’s the right choice all right.

“Yup,” Tony nods. He’s thought he’s been fairly obvious.

“You’ve been following me for two subway stations, three bus stops and a couple of dozen street corners to offer me a job because you saw something I’d scribbled down at a café,” the man repeats incredulous.

Tony shrugs. “I didn’t know how to talk to you. Clint says I come on too strong usually.”

“And you thought stalking me would make me feel more at ease?”

“Well, no.” Tony frowns. “Maybe? I wasn’t—but doesn’t prolonged exposure get you used to someone?”

“Prolonged- never mind,” the guy shakes his head. “You’re crazy.”

A pause, then, “I don’t need a job.”

Tony scoffs. “Have you looked at yourself lately?” he asks, mulls over his words for a moment when the man tenses. “Alright, that might have come across as offensive but seriously. I don’t care if you need a job or not, it’s yours if you want it. Just show up sometime next week and tell Natty I hired you and if Clint is there please throw your knife at him, he’s an ass and screams like a banshee.” Tony searches his pockets for a moment before he finds one of his, admittedly worse for wear, business cards and offers it to Mr Death By Blade.

“You’re crazy,” the man states again, but he takes the card.

“Get used to it,” Tony smiles is sunniest smile because take that Clint, he can hire new staff without getting anyone killed.


“Have you ever even held a tattoo gun in your life? It’s not a real gun, for fuck’s sake! Tony!” Clint is heard screaming in exasperation through the studio a couple of days later. “What the fuck where you thinking when you hired Bucky?!”

Tony doesn’t look up from where he’s carefully drawing the worlds’ prettiest butterfly onto a young woman’s shoulder when he yells back, “Who the hell is Bucky?!”


[Bonus: “You’re taking all this surprisingly well,” Bucky comments at one point.

Clint shrugs. Takes a look at one of the designs over the newbie’s shoulder.

“Tony’s as fucked in the head as they come, but he’s a freaking genius at finding the best. If he’s hired you than that’s what you are. He wouldn’t settle for anything less.”

A moment of thoughtful silence follows, before.

“In three weeks, I’m gonna tell you how he hired Tasha.”

“Why in three weeks?”

“Studio rule. If you’ve made it three weeks without killing anyone, you’re part of the team.”

“Inside the studio or in general?”

“…you’re gonna fit right in.”]

I think I’m having way too much fun with this…

the signs as a scary nightmare

Aries: Being stuck in a dead end life.

Taurus: Losing everything you’ve ever loved.

Gemini: Solitary confinement.

Cancer: Being stalked and hunted.

Leo: Realizing you’re a failure.

Virgo: Violent confrontation… followed by giving a speech to a huge group people.

Libra: Getting mugged, tied up, and kidnapped.

Scorpio: Being chased by monsters who look too similar to yourself.

Sagittarius: Dying full of regret.

Capricorn: Being tied down and tortured.

Aquarius: Being betrayed by the ones you trust the most.

Pisces: People finding out your darkest secrets and judging you for them.


Imagine you are the Cheshire Cat (female pronouns) and find Henry lost in Wonderland. You help him, as you find him cute…

Henry stumbled over yet another log. He didn’t know how he gotten there but he had and now he was stuck. He had thought Neverland was bad, but now he prayed for the place. For this was Wonderland. And anything could happen there.

He rubbed at his forehead, ignoring the fact he just smeared more dirt all over him. He had gone to sleep in his bed but woke on the woodland floors of Wonderland’s Dark Forest. Everything was strange and twisted there. The trees were a dark inky black and if one didn’t like the look of you it might lift its roots just to trip you. The animals never came out of hiding, always stayed a few paces behind the boy, stalking him, hunting him. They all had wide, bright eyes that followed him no matter which way he turned. Even the flowers were against him, they hissed when he got too close and a few had tried biting at his shins.

He flopped down on the ground, having tripped once again. That was it. He had had enough. No more wandering aimlessly. If help was going to come, he might as well just sit and wait for it. And it not-

Just as the mere thought crossed his mind he heard a forced cough just above him. He looked up slowly, frowning. When he noticed he had company he jumped to his feet, raising his fists so he was ready for a fight if it came to it. He didn’t trust anything that lived in those woods, not even the young girl resting on the tree branch right in front of him.

She was stretched out lazily in a very feline position, on her back with knees up, hands resting on her chest.

“Are you lost, Henry? Or just tired?” she asked, her large (Y/ec) eyes making him shiver.

“Neither I’m just-“he stopped, his heart leaping in his chest “Wait, how do you know my name?”

“You didn’t mention it?” she sat up, tilting her head to the side.

Henry shook his head quickly, shuffling back a few paces when a wide grin spread across her face. It was a mad grin, as mad as the forest he was trapped in.

“Oh yes, so you didn’t” she giggled, leaping down from her tree branch. He was almost shocked by how expertly she landed, knees bent slightly, hands raised to the sky. But this was Wonderland, and as said before, anything goes.

“Well if you aren’t tired or lost, why are you here?” she asked, brushing any leaves off her short skirt.

“What do you mean?”

“Only the lonely come to this part of the forest” she whispered, suddenly right in front of him, reaching out to stroke the boy’s cheek “Are you like me then? Lonely”

“I-um” he didn’t answer, staring in shock as a thin tail wrapped itself round his leg “Who are you?”

“I’m (Y/n), but most here call me Puss for obvious reasons” (Y/n) purred, her head twitching to the side at the sound of a bird.

“You’re the Cheshire Cat” he mumbled, raising an eyebrow.

“I suppose so, is that what your story books call me?”


“Oh how wonderful, I do like that name. Suits me very well, wouldn’t you agree”

He was about to answer her when the bushes behind them rustles. A low growl echoed around the trees and (Y/n) stiffened, her tail bristling.

“We must move swiftly. It isn’t safe here anymore in Wonderland” she explained “I think that’s why you’re here Henry. You’re meant to help us”


“hush now. We must  get going. Stay close to me and we might just survive”



Phoenix Variant Cover by JEN BARTEL
• WOLVERINE has been stalked, hunted and surveilled by THE ORPHANS OF X, a group that will stop at nothing to kill her and DAKEN…including re-forging the horrible MURAMASA BLADE.
• Now, LAURA will have to delve deep into LOGAN’s history in order to find a weapon with which to fight back, and save her family.
32 PGS./Rated T+ …$3.99

“Le Mur”

I have no idea how this happened but I ran into @radsity‘s wonderful art of Graffiti-Tracer and got Inspired

Amélie had to remind herself when she traveled to not compare the places she visited with Paris. it wouldn’t be fair, otherwise. 

Getting lost for the umpteenth time in the tangled streets of London, she was feeling less than charitable. Paris had gotten their act together and rebuilt the city into an orderly grid. One wrong turn in London and Amélie was hopelessly lost in narrow, winding streets. Even following directions on her phone felt like going deeper into the labyrinth.

She wasn’t exactly sure when the road had transitioned from asphalt to cobblestone. The buildings pressed claustrophobically close like an ambitious alleyway. It was scarcely wide enough for anything larger than a compact to drive through. Honestly, this whole city was positively medieval

Somehow in a city of millions she’d found herself alone. Her heels clicked rhythmically on old, crooked stone, echoing down the quiet street. The phone insisted a route forward- Amélie saw the time and swore. She quickened her pace as fast as her designer shoes would allow, going past full rubbish bins waiting for pickup. 

On one wall, next to an outdated advertisement, a signature drawn from sharp lines in garish orange, trails sliding down where the paint had dripped. 

TRACER’ the masterpiece proclaimed.  Amélie snorted. Even the graffiti was better in Paris.

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Diabolik Lovers Dragon AU

So I was talking with @madamemalfoy21 about her rad Yakuza AU (seriously you should check that out if you haven’t seen it) and I was struck with the idea of the boys as dragons!  They are six dragons terrorizing the land (each to a varying degree) and sometimes when things get particularly bad, the villages will offer up maidens in sacrifice to placate them for a time.  

Ayato: Known as The Calamity, he is a great crimson beast with gold, black and white accents.  His breath is that of traditional fire and he has been known to raze entire fields of crops for his own enjoyment.  His wings are leathery and can cast a village in shadow as he flies over head.  Three sets of horns are at the crown of his head, crafted of black onyx.  Out of all of them, he is the most demanding and needy, frequently demanding trinkets and rewards (including beautiful ladies) for his greatness even outside of the designated offering dates.

Laito: The Deceiver.  He is also a red dragon but his color is a bit more muted than his brother’s.  He is also more slender in appearance but still a large creature, around the size of a tavern.  He is primarily black and white but years ago, so the legend goes, he demanded a villager to dye a patch of scales on his right front leg a royal purple in a swirled pattern.  Some stories tell of him coming and demanding someone redye them to keep the color vibrant.  Unlike Ayato the Calamity, Laito doesn’t quite cause as much mayhem.  Instead he is known to come out with the threat of danger but will trick people he finds intriguing into agreements and bets with them drawing the short straw of the bargain.  Compliments to his marvelous appearance may grant people some leniency if done well.  His breath is white fire that burns far hotter than any other flame.

Kanato: The Tempest.  Out of the six he is the smallest dragon, a bit larger than a work horse but that size is deceptive and makes him no less dangerous.  His breath is one of electricity and he has wiped out an entire village before in one burst of breath.  Out of all the six, he can be the most destructive for he is prone to rampages when he thinks villages have not paid him enough homage.  Fond of food offerings and has been known to consume children.  He is a rich purple with gunmetal grey scales littered into his visage.  He has two smaller sets of horns on either side of his head that are made of pearl.

Shuu: The Nightmare. He is the dragon that is rarely seen in person for he constantly slumbers somewhere in the land.  The most passive out of all of them and has little care for the goings on of humans.  He is a dragon of dark gold, with swirls of royal blue in his coloring with accents of red.  His breath is one of ice that freezes his victims instantly.  If he physically rises to cause damage it is because someone personally offended him.  However, when he has chosen a sacrifice for himself, he often inflicts horrible nightmares upon the chosen.  They become so persistent that the victim will even wake up neighbors screaming.  

Reiji: The Pestilent. A crafty creature, this dragon is one that can often be contented with offerings of books of acadamia to add to his collection.  He is a larger beast, nearly the size of a castle tower but has more control compared to his brothers.  He rarely causes wide spread damage anymore due to him being placated by worthy offerings.  However, when angered he has a toxic poison breath that kills very quickly.  He is a pale purple grey with silver spines and ruby flecks.  His horns curl around so they are pointed forward on either side of his head.  When Reiji finds a maiden that he would like as an offering, he plays a cruel mind game in which he challenges her to a riddle match with the promise that if she wins, she gets to stay with her family.  No one has beaten him yet.

Subaru: The Hunter. He frequently keeps to himself in the mountains but is prone to bouts of rage that he takes out on the landscape.  In these bouts he is also likely to pick a sacrifice and force her into a deal in which she is to become his sacrifice. The deal is that she runs from him and if she can avoid him, she gets to keep her freedom and her life.  He enjoys hunting and stalking his chosen victim greatly before hauling her back in his claws to his place in the mountains.  He is a black dragon with silver and cobalt blue scales and horns.  His horns have a twisted appearance to them as well.  He has an impressive wingspan and is about the size of two taverns. 

bts are koreans who know korean who were born in korea raised in korea heck they even have like three songs about how proud they are to be korean and have a korean dialect, they don’t know how to speak spanish or english fluently they probably feel weird in a completely foreign country not to mention the fact that whenever they are in a foreign country they get stalked and hunted down by crazy fans