Planchette

1. She couldn't have been prey: She is described as "barely having any claws and fangs" or something akin to that. The small issue that neither herbivores nor prey animals have any amount of sharp teeth at all. Prey animals generally do not have claws at all either. So them being underdeveloped points to her monster side being underdeveloped and if her monster side was under developed that would have to have a bigger reason such as being only half monster

2. Human-like childhood: In her anniversary ama, she talks about growing up in a house. Now, i dont know of any canon facts about how exactly the others grew up. But seeing as a lot of the circus members only got to know about humans after growing up, they probably grow up in very different settings from us. Also the fact that columbina said something about her house burning down and the implication of it to be done by humans, so humans likely also lived nearby.

Ticket Taker fits the King of Swords remarkably well because the card isn’t simply about intelligence—it’s about discipline, impartiality, responsibility, and quiet authority. The King of Swords is someone who leads with reason rather than emotion, but that doesn’t mean they lack emotion. They simply believe emotions should inform decisions, not control them. That feels incredibly true to Ticket Taker.

At his core, Ticket Taker embodies the King of Swords because I think he believes love is a responsibility, leadership is a service, and strength is measured by consistency rather than power. He is thoughtful instead of impulsive, fair instead of arbitrary, and dependable instead of dramatic. He won’t always be the loudest person in the room, but when everything else is falling apart, he’s the one quietly holding the structure together.

Bun may have a different take on this though.

It started off with Johnny noticing how Simon’s gaze often lingered on you, the newest truck loader.

Then he blabbered it off to the entire team. So yeah— Simon may have banged his head against the wall in his quarters and slept that night thinking about choking Johnny.

But here he was, after a long day of being convinced to talk to you.

You had just finished unloading the last truck of the day and what better time to talk to you than now?

“You gotta be confident and bold with your words, L.T.” Kyle’s words.

“No, you have t’ be funny. Make ‘em laugh.” Johnny’s words.

“If all things fail, just ask ‘em for coffee.” John’s words.

Simon took in a deep breath and smiled (the best he could. He doesn’t smile often). You didn’t even catch it either; he was wearing his damn balaclava. “You just started working, yeah?” he asks, stuffing his hands into his vest. Confident, check.

You took off your gloves and patted your sweaty forehead with your arm, “mhm! About two-ish months ago,” you tell the older man, giving him a polite smile.

A quiet hum fell from Simon’s lips as he rocks on his heels a bit, “Once saw y’ trippin’ over a box,” Simon says bluntly. Funny, check.

You stared at him, blinking twice and half expecting him to finish his sentence.

He didn’t.

Instead, the two of you had a staring contest while Simon’s face burned behind the balaclava.

“You can trip on me,” Simon suddenly adds. Funny and bold… check?

Your brows knitted a bit, “what…?” you ask with an awkward laugh.

Fuck.

This wasn’t going how he imagined it to go. He imagined him coolly leaning against a wall or something while complimenting you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Do you have coffee?” Simon changes the topic, his entire face blowing up with steam.

Off to the side, John stared at his teammate with a heavy sigh and rubbed his temple. “Bloody idiot asked for coffee,” he mumbles.

Kyle shrugs a bit, “T’ be fair, you did say to ask for coffee,” he says, defending his lieutenant.

that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person

must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!

Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.

My dearest…

pasta men who have presence of mind while they're digging your guts out. not quite the opposite of being pussy-drunk, they're definitely enjoying themselves, locked in on doing you right but still aware of their surroundings.

I think the best example of this is Eyeless Jack. There's something so animalistic about having an instinct to be protective while he's inside you. I mean, you're naked on the forest floor, how much more vulnerable could you get?

You're gone, fucked-out and drooling, couldn't string together a sentence, but you can tell he's listening. Huge body curled over you as if to hide you from the dark, head tilting to the side when he hears something you don't. A branch snapping fifty yards west. He knows its probably nothing, but he still shifts to shield you from that direction. He makes this low, rumbling sound that tells anything else in the area to stay away.

You catch him looking around sometimes, but his rhythm never falters, and his attention always returns to you, mouth full of dagger-sharp teeth smiling down at you. "That's it, kitten. We're alone, you can let it all out~"

And you do, cuz you're fucking the most dangerous thing for miles.

He loves the way your noises bounce off the trees and right back into his ears.