#Even if he has no intention if eating or harming the human he's still a giant ambush predator with instincts and a reputation to maintain!

[adragonthatwrites]

Shen Qingqiu as a Naga thoughts continued (Part 1)

At first Liu Qingge doesn't know what to do, which is very much a first for him. He's been in the business of Monster Pest Control for years and this is the first time he's found himself frozen in the face of a beast.

On the bright side the Naga hasn't made any move towards him either, even though he's seen it and it undoubtedly knows he's seen it; they're looking right at each other.

Eventually, Liu Qingge works up the nerves to start slowly backing away, one careful step at a time. He hopes, however stupidly, for a moment that he can just back his way out of this and turn around and leave the territory without further incident.

This hope dies a sad, sad dead as the Naga starts moving in response. Liu Qingge is a trained professional and damn good at his job at that, so he does not panic. His heart is beating against his ribs like a terrified bird but he remains outwardly calm and collected as the Naga slowly unspools from its hiding place, slithering out into the clearing and seemingly following him in his retreat.

His conclusion from the shed skin was correct; it's fully grown. Not a Constrictor type; wrong patterning, and huge though it is he knows those fuckers can get big enough to swallow dragons. This one isn't quite to that size, though its torso alone easily dwarfs his own.

It; he, it's a male; has shimmering green scales; darker on the back, slowly fading into a soft teal green along the underbelly. They shine in the sunlight, reflecting like gemstones in places. The Naga has dark hair, pulled partially up away from his face but otherwise allowed to spill about his shoulders.

His eyes are trained with incredible intent upon Liu Qingge, tongue flicking out every so often to taste the air and coils whispering softly over forest floor as it draws closer to him.

The distance between them is shortening, and Liu Qingge is rapidly running out of ideas for how to get out of this (not that he was coming up with many aside from Back Away Slowly)

Then Liu Qingge steps on a stick, and a loud crack rings through the air. The Naga suddenly freezes, eyes going wider and coils pulling tight. And Liu Qingge, like a fucking idiot, turns around and runs.

He makes it about five paces before something huge is crashing into him. Claws hands meet his back and wrap about his shoulders and then he's spinning, rolling over as coils come forth to wrap about him and secure him tight in their hold. Next thing he knows he's caught tight in the embrace of the Naga, smooth scales pressed against him from all sides and a pair of shining green eyes peering curiously at him from less a palm's width away.

[mazzurin]

Humans have this thing called "cuteness aggression". Humans experiencing cuteness aggression may feel the urge to bite, pinch, squeeze, or even crush something cute, but it's not a genuine desire to cause harm.

That was what the human was feeling right now. They sat still on Asmo's bed while watching him get ready for their hang out. They watched how Asmo was humming a tune of the new hit song from an idol in Devildom. He looked so happy and content while putting on some eye make-up.

The human stood up from his bed and walked towards him with a blank face. 'Asmo's so cute...he looks like a bunny', the human thought.

Asmo watched the human walk towards him through the mirror. "Hm?~ I wonder what my little lamb needs?~" He hummed in a cheery tone.

The human stared at how soft his cheeks looked. They were like steamed buns with a blush of pink. In another comparison, like a bunny.

They leaned down to his shoulders and bit it gently.

...

Asmo blinked and gasped in surprise from the sudden movement of the human. "...dear, what are you doing?" He asked.

They mumbled an apology before placing their hands on his shoulders. "You looked so cute that I wanted to bite your cheeks...but you'll get mad if I ruined your makeup..."

Asmo's brush was dropped to his desk and he turned around to face the human slowly. "Hm..I think you spend too much time with Beel..." He nagged and stood up.

With a smile, he wrapped his arms around the human and kissed their cheek. "But still~ I guess I could forgive you for biting my shoulder~ You called me cute after all!" He cheered. As Asmo was attacking them with kisses, they felt it again. The cuteness aggression. With a swift of a second, they wrapped their arms around his waist and hugged him as tight as they could.

Asmo's giggles filled the room. "Dear, you're very affectionate right now. I wonder why?~" He whispered through their ear before cupping their face.

"...you're too cute Asmo, makes me want to eat you"

Asmo's smile turned into a playful smirk. "Now that's not what you want to tell the Avatar of Lust if you want to keep your clothes on!" He chuckled and gave the human a kiss on the forehead.

After half an hour of literally just being in each other's arms, they finally decided it was time to leave and went to the jewelry store just like what they had originally planned for today.

The human was squeezing and pinching and attacking Asmo with kisses every now and then the whole day. Needless to say, Asmo was very happy. So was the human, of course.

~

"...and suddenly they bit my shoulder! It's not like it hurt or anything, it was just so random..." Asmo threw his arms up in the air as he was telling the tale to Solomon.

The sorcerer chuckled and flipped a page from his book. "I think they got cuteness aggression, Asmo" He could relate to his fellow human in a way. Asmo was just one hell of an adorable demon as far as he has known the Avatar of Lust.

The lust demon looked at him confused. "Cuteness...what?" He furrowed his eyebrows and leaned closer to the table to get closer to Solomon. "Is that some kind of illness?"

Solomon shook his head with a smile and closed his book, his attention now full on the demon in front of him. "Cute aggression is a psychological phenomenon where humans experience the urge to squeeze, bite, or pinch something perceived as cute, not with the intention to harm, but as a way to cope with overwhelming positive emotions." He explained thoroughly. The demon looked at him in awe.

"Humans do that? That's so cute!~" He exclaimed. Solomon watched the demon ramble about how cute humans are and their behaviours. The sorcerer couldn't stop himself, after all, he is a human too.

He grabbed Asmo's hand and squeezed it before placing a kiss on top of his hand. Asmo stopped rambling and looked at the sorcerer in shock and excitement. "...Is this also a cuteness aggression you talk about?"

Solomon chuckled and gave him another squeeze before letting go of his hand. "Perhaps."

[xxsabitoxx]

Pretty Witch | Kinktober

Kitsune Hybrid Giyu x AFAB Witch Reader

Warnings: fucking a stranger, human/kitsune hybrid, brief talk of witchcraft, raw sex, pussy eating, creampies, dom/sub themes, mentions of mating, biting

A/N: ohohoho kinktober is here and I'm stressed, not that that matters lol, enjoy!

WORD COUNT: 5.8k | Dividers are from @benkeibear

You swallowed, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape as you stared at the creature you had summoned. You had every intention of getting a cat familiar, a furry little friend to keep you company since it was just you out in these woods. It wasn’t often that clients came by to get medicines from you, so the presence of another living creature would be greatly appreciated. “W-who the hell are you?” you nearly shrieked, watching as the man standing across from you, just beyond your caldron straightened. “Who the hell am I?” he quipped, dark brows creasing as he observed you. “You’re the one that summoned me, you should know who I am.” 

You swallowed, eyes trailing over his features. He was undeniably handsome, whoever the hell he was, but that didn’t answer your question. “I-I didn’t summon you.” you stated lamely, hands clasping the wooden stirring spoon. “Oh really?” he eyed you, navy eyes roaming over your body before focusing on your face again. “The cauldron says otherwise, little witch.” You stiffened at his tone, a gentle purring was the only way you could describe it. “W-well I did try to summon a familiar but I wanted a cat not… you.” You choked out, face warming as you realized it was rather insulting when you put it like that. “So you’re a newbie witch that managed to summon an ancient guardian for yourself instead of a cat?” Your face grew even hotter. 

“A-an ancient guardian?” You watched his arms fold, the smoke finally clearing enough for you to see the fluffy black ears perched at the top of his soft looking hair. “The name is Tomioka Giyu, no witch or warlock has been able to summon me successfully over the last millennium… yet you managed to do it by mistake. What a curious creature you are.” you were still clutching the spoon to your chest as Tomioka began walking around the cauldron. You knew he wouldn’t harm you, but it didn’t stop your heart from racing in your chest as he closed the distance to stand right before you. “I am at your service, pretty witch.” He bowed to you, blue eyes locking with yours as he straightened again. “O-oh well thank you I-uhh-I suppose.” 

He flashed you a soft smile, one that just barely curled the corners of his lips as he stuck his hand out for you to take. Reluctantly, you placed your hand in his, face burning hot as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed your worn knuckles. “Let’s sit and talk, I’d like to get to know my summoner a little better.” You nodded, half in a daze as Tomioka brushed your knuckles softly. You couldn’t lie, the guardian was rather beautiful with his fair skin and sharp jawline, pretty blue eyes as such long fluffy hair. You found the heat that had been bubbling in your cheeks was  now spreading its way to the rest of your body. “I take it you live alone.” he commented as he motioned you to sit beside him on your couch, books and papers spread over your coffee table. 

You nodded, suddenly self conscious of how cluttered your little cabin was. “I do live alone, I have no lover, if that is what you are trying to ask, Tomioka.” You weren’t sure where your bluntness came from, nor were you sure of why it made your body throb. Suddenly the room felt way too small and way too hot, but that was likely all in your head, all because of the mythical being sitting beside you. He huffed out a laugh, thumb still gingerly brushing your knuckles. “You’re turned on.” His voice was quiet but it seemed to shamelessly echo between the four walls of your living room. “Wh-what?!” you squeaked, hand nearly flying out of his grasp. 

“I can sense it, pretty witch. You’re very turned on right now… how odd.” there was a teasing tone to his voice, and for the first time you noticed three tails shamelessly swaying side to side just behind him. “You’re… you’re a kitsune?” you commented offhandedly, trying to desperately ignore the fact that he had just called you out for your own horniness. “I am, but that is beside the point. What has occurred over the last five minutes – give or take – that has caused you to become so bothered?” He hummed, all of his focus was on you and your raging hormones. But you wouldn’t dare admit that you haven’t been intimate with another in quite some time. 

“I-I…” you stammered, unable to formulate a lie under his intense blue gaze. “There is nothing wrong with it. I don’t mind if you find me attractive, pretty witch.” the kitsune nearly purred, hand still holding yours. “... I am at your service” he repeated, but this time his tone was implying much more. “Whatever you desire from me, I will do, without question or hesitation.” You blinked, tensing a bit as you shook your head. “Tomioka I… that’s not the reason I summoned a familiar… or at least tried too. I just… wanted company… I don’t desire to use you for my own… pleasure.” You choked out, quite positive your face was neon red at this point, but the ancient guardian didn’t seem to care. 

“You’re stuck with me until the end of your days, pretty witch. You’ll have no time to go out and find yourself a lover… you already have me.” You felt your heart rate quicken, somewhere in the back of your mind you had to wonder just what he had been summoned for in the past. “But—I…” you stammer, losing the battle quickly as the kitsune licks his lips. “Pretty witch, I can promise you endless days of bliss. So long as you keep me by your side, you’ll never desire another, you’ll never feel the loneliness you’ve got festering inside of you… nor will you ever have to satisfy yourself using your hands…” you swallowed, squirming a bit in your seat as he drew a little closer. “I can be your everything.” 

“Tomioka, we’ve just met.” You regain a little of your composure, thighs squeezing to try and alleviate the throb between your legs. His words had done a number on you, reminding you of how much you missed being intimate with someone… but still. “And we will have plenty of time to get to know each other over the course of your mortal life… why waste time on such trivial things when I can clear your mind for you here and now.” He urged you, still drawing closer as you inched away. “Tomioka…” you tried again, knowing if he got any closer, you would immediately give in. Though, somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew giving in to his desires was inevitable.

That was the thing you failed to remember about Kitsune… they were clever creatures who enjoyed mischief. The ancient guardian before you had over a millennium to perfect his craft, that much was clear. “Pretty witch, I am devoted to you and you alone. What more could you ask for?” In truth, nothing. He was presenting you with everything you could ever desire and yet your stupid morals were still holding you back. “Tomioka… I don’t want to rush you into anything… we just met…” the fact that you had quite literally just met was the only thing holding you. You would likely continue to sound like a broken record even after you gave in. 

“We’re not rushing anything, pretty witch. I’ve spent years alone with nobody to hold, not a single soul has been successful in summoning me and yet you did it by mistake. It would be my honor to serve and satisfy your every need… so please… pretty witch… let me taste you.” he had you completely entranced now, noses nearly bumping as he had managed to move closer without you realizing. “Please, pretty—” you stopped him easily with one word “yes…” you breathed out, watching his lips part in surprise before a real smile curled his lips. “Wonderful.” 

You made a noise of surprise as his lips roughly crashed into your own. His hand was still holding yours, fingers intertwining now as you used your free hand to cup his jaw. Tomioka’s free hand came up to hold the back of your head, as if afraid you would change your mind and pull away. He already couldn’t get enough of your taste, tongue sliding past your parted lips to sweep into your mouth and collect every drop of your sweetness. You must have had something with honey, a sickly sweet taste he hadn’t gotten the chance to experience in centuries. You whined as he groaned, lapping feverishly at your mouth and your docile tongue. 

It wasn't long before he was pushing more of his weight onto you, causing you to fall back into the armrest of your couch. Tomioka reluctantly untangled his hand from your own, mumbling something into your mouth as you whined from the lack of contact. That changed the moment you felt his now free hand sliding to push your dress up, the skirt had already bunched a bit around your knees and now he was pulling it up the rest of the way. You tore yourself away from his lips, ignoring his disgruntled growl as you gasped for air. “It’s been far too long since I've had my fill of a pretty mortal, but truly none of them could ever compare to you… pretty witch.” he sighed, lips slightly swollen from the force of your kisses as he watched your legs part for him. 

“You’re so turned on…” he smirked now, watching your hips squirm a bit at the comment. Your hands were twitching at your side, unsure of what to do with them as the kitsune observed the wet mark on your panties. “Gods I’ll give you everything your heart desires…” he breathed out, stealing the air from your lungs with the intensity of his words. “T-tomioka…” you choked out, watching his slender fingers dip between your thighs to press on the wet mark. You gasped, one hand reaching up to grip his bicep as the other dug into the material of the couch. “Sensitive…” another offhand comment that had your face glowing with heat, eyes struggling to stay open as he dragged his fingers along your covered slit. With each movement, the wet mark only grew. At this point you were convinced he just wanted to see how badly he could ruin the garment. 

“You smell so good…” he breathed out again, voice raspy as he brought the two fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply. You audibly gasped, legs instinctively trying to close out of embarrassment as he inhaled the scent of your arousal. “Ah-ah pretty witch, there is no hiding from me now… or ever.” he parted his lips and stuck the two digits between them, swirling his tongue around them before pulling them out again. Slick with his saliva, he brought them down to your cunt again, slipping them under the material to run through your slit. Your head fell back at the feeling of his bare fingers on your cunt, a desperate plea for him to take your underwear off slipped past your lips before you could stop it. The kitsune only huffed out a laugh, a single clawed nail ripping the material from your body. The sensation was oddly fascinating, especially as you pulled your head up to watch the claw return to a human nail. 

Tomioka felt a sense of satisfaction at the wonder mixing with arousal in your eyes, you were already wrapped around his finger. “Pretty witch, tell me what you want me to do. Whatever your heart desires… I’ll do it.” he did nothing to hide the way his cock was throbbing between his legs, watching you lazily look down at it before meeting his gaze. “Finger me… please.” Something about his aura caused you to lose your filter, you had never said such things with such a desperate tone before. “As you wish.” You moaned loudly as he shoved the two fingers he had been using to swipe along your slit inside of your dripping entrance. Tomioka made a noise with you, the warmth of your cunt enveloping his fingers was sending the kitsune into a spiral. “I forgot how warm you mortals can be…” he gritted out, three tails swaying wildly as he tried to ease the racing in his chest. “T-tomioka…” you whined, walls fluttering around his slender digits. 

“Tell me what you want me to do.” his chest was rising and falling in rapid succession as he panted, he had never felt like this before, and he was quickly becoming addicted to it. “M-move them please… pump them in and out… like this…” you reached down and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, moving it back and forth the best you could until he started doing it on his own. Tomioka knew how to do it of course, but he loved the sound of your voice, how needy it was when you instructed him so sweetly on what to do. It made his cock throb, the aching desire building in his gut was dizzying as your sticky arousal coated his fingers. It wasn’t long before your head fell back again, every moan was accompanied by a slick squelch as the kitsune fucked you on his fingers. “T-tomioka… please…” he knew what you were asking without even saying it, but the kitsune had other things in mind. 

You gasped as the kitsune maneuvered himself lower, mouth moving to hover over your pulsating clit as his fingers continued to pump into you endlessly. “Please!” your whine turning into a wail as his lips suctioned to the sensitive bud. You couldn’t recall the last time someone had made you feel this good, especially with just their mouth and fingers. Tomioka sucked harshly, tongue flicking across as his fingers curled within your heat. You felt it now, your orgasm building at a much steadier and much more reachable rate. He could feel your thighs begin to tremble as he worked, the hand that had been holding his bicep was now hazardously scratching at your own thigh. Your mind was far too dazed to even process what you were doing until the kitsune brushed over that one particular spot.

Your hips left the couch, a loud gasp of “there!” leaving your lips as your hand now found its home in the kitsune’s hair. He groaned as your fingers scratched at his scalp, three tails swaying excitedly as it sent a chill straight down his spine. The kitsune continued to rub against that one spot on the front of your walls, not stopping even after a considerable amount of your arousal started leaking steadily down to the couch below you. Judging by the way your noises only grew louder, the way your cunt only grew wetter, and the way your nails were digging into his scalp, you were close to coming all over his face and fingers. That edged the kitsune on, groaning against your sloppy cunt as you cried out his name over and over. It hit you like a ton of bricks, an orgasm ripping through your body in a way that had you seeing stars. 

The kitsune worked you through it, pulling his mouth away after a moment but continuing to rub circles within your walls until your body relaxed again. You blinked up at him, tears pricking your eyes as you tried to calm your racing heart. “T-tomioka…” You whispered, not able to make a noise any louder at that moment. He merely hummed, pulling his fingers out of your drenched core to shamelessly suck on them. “I’m not done with you, pretty witch.” he spoke after licking his fingers clean, wasting no time to bend down and slot his lips sloppily against yours. Your noises of surprise were swallowed by him, tongue licking into your mouth again but this time you were the one tasting something you hadn’t in a long time. Your own arousal was coating your tongue, making you whine as the kitsune moved to press his hips against yours.

It was an odd sensation, his covered hard-on pressed right against your slick heat, surely you’d make a mess of him. Though, the kitsune didn’t seem to mind, hips stuttering against yours as he rolled them tentatively, eliciting a soft groan from his lips as he pulled away from you. Salvia connected you still, his fair complexion flushed a shade of crimson as he tried to regain what little composure he had left. “Tomioka… please… my bed.” You watched him nearly sag, nodding wordlessly as he quickly climbed off of you just to bend down and scoop you up again. You grabbed ahold of him, not expecting such strength considering he seemed to have a slim build. You yelped as he dropped you onto your plush mattress, quickly climbing over you once again. 

Your legs spread wordlessly for the kitsune, moaning against his lips as he got more handsy. You couldn’t quite pay attention to his movements, but it wasn’t long before you were fully bare. Part of you figured you should feel some sort of shyness, but the way his eyes devoured you whole made you feel like you were the only woman on earth. At this point, you may as well have been. Nothing could pull the kitsune’s gaze from you, his lips parted as he admired your chest. “Pretty witch…” he murmured, one hand coming down to caress your breast while the other began hastily undoing his pants. You whined, back arching into his touch as he gingerly kneaded the pliant flesh. Your nipples had long since hardened, scraping against his rough palm in a way that had more arousal leaking from your center. “Please… fuck me.” 

Your moral compass had completely gone out the window, all you could think about now was what it would feel like to get speared on the kitsune’s cock. “As you wish, my pretty witch.” he breathed out, letting go of your breast to roughly shove his pants down to his mid-thigh. The ancient kitsune had no patience to fully undress himself, too focused on entering your body and claiming you as his own. That was all it would take, to claim you as his and his alone, his mouth was filling with saliva at the very thought. “Can you take it?” he murmured, hand gingerly wrapping around the pale length of his cock, the tip an angry pink and leaking with precum. “Yes, fuck just… please Tomioka…” the kitsune squeezed himself, whining as he listened to you beg for him. “Please… fuck I want to feel you…” you pushed yourself up on your elbows. 

“Again. Say it again.” you felt your own face grow warm before uttering “fuck me, Tomioka.” but the kitsune shook his head, tugging roughly at his own cock. “Giyu.” was all he said, watching your face morph into confusion. “My name… call me Giyu.” The realization dawning on your face only made his fist move faster, something about the innocence of it had him melting. “G-giyu… oh fuck… Giyu please.” The kitsune’s name felt right coming from your mouth, and by the look on his face, it felt right for him too. “Promise me, pretty witch, promise me you can take it.” You nodded, fingers digging into the sheets below you as you remained partially upright. “I can take it, Giyu.” The kitsune gave in, angling the head at your entrance, one knee digging into the mattress while his other leg was planted firmly on the floor. You had a feeling that position wouldn't last. 

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, eyes trained on where he was pressing the dull head against your entrance. One push was all it took for your cunt to envelop him, your body quivering as he didn’t give you much time to adjust. He wasn’t going to go easy, you had told him so sweetly you could take it, so he would deal you everything he could offer. You whined his name loudly, the sound echoing off of your bedroom walls as the kitsune bottomed out. “So good…” he uttered softly, panting as his nails dug into the flesh of your hips. He was completely entranced by the way your walls fluttered around him, hugging every inch he had stretched you open with. Your arms had quickly gone limp, forcing you to lay flat again as you panted and waited for the mild ache to disburse. He had gone in all at once, but you were thankful he was holding himself still. 

“Tell me… pretty witch… what do you want now…” his heart was in his throat, beating at the same erratic rate his cock was twitching inside of you. Truthfully he hadn’t moved yet because he had nearly blown his load while entering you. “Kiss me, Giyu. Please kiss me.” Your chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, his eyes drawn to the way it moved before he shifted your positions. As the kitsune bent down to kiss you, he pushed you further into the mattress, using the new space to crawl on top with you. You whined, a pretty and high pitch noise that made Giyu’s head swim as his lips met yours again. The kitsune moaned with you now, happy to feel your tongue fight back against his. The kiss turned sloppy, melting into shallow thrusts of his hips against yours as he lost himself in you. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping his lips pressed to yours. You needed something to keep yourself grounded, the shallow drag of his cock was not nearly enough to satisfy the ache in your gut. The kitsune knew this, of course. His slender fingers were dragging down your skin before sinking into your thighs. You took the hint, legs wrapping around his waist as if to encourage him. Yet, the ever teasing kitsune kept his thrusts shallow, just barely pulling out of you before sliding back in. It felt more like a slow rock, just barely moving enough to feel it. You knew what he was doing, purposely holding out just so he could hear you beg again. Any other partner and you may have been more defiant, but you couldn’t explain in words how badly your body craved the mythical kitsune above you. “Giyu…” 

You struggled to speak, his lips still slotted over yours. He heard you, ears perking as he pulled away from you. “Yes? What do you require?” he was grinning a sly smirk, the devious glint in his eyes made you feel hot all over, walls clenching around him tightly. That simple movement wiped the grin clean off his face, a whine slipping past his lips as you clung to him. It was nearly painful, the force of your walls suctioning down on him felt like pressing into a fresh bruise. It sent a chill up his spine, pale flesh erupting in goosebumps. “Fuck me like you want me.” you choked out, the full feeling starting to make you antsy as he had yet to properly move. A look of pure desire passed over the kitsune’s face, any ounce of restraint he had was truly gone now. “Careful of what you wish for, pretty witch.” though, you had never been one to be careful anyways. 

The kitsune’s hips drew back until nothing but the tip was left inside of you. Just as quickly as he had pulled away, he was thrusting his hips back into you. Your head fell back, exposing your neck to him as he repeated the motion again and again. It took him a minute to find his rhythm, rough and fast but not nearly as forceful as the first few goes. Your nails were digging into his clothing, wishing desperately that he had taken the time to undress. Especially considering he had wasted so much time teasing you like he had. “G-giyu please… your voice bounced with each slap of his hips against your own, eyes watering as molten pleasure ebbed through your core. He was managing to drag along all the right places, the slight curve of his dick pressing into your sweet spot with every thrust. You felt your orgasm building already, dangling just out of your reach. 

“Hmm? Wh-ah-at is it?” he tried to keep his voice even but your cunt was far too sinful to not elicit pretty whines from the kitsune’s lips. “Take your clothes off…” you pleaded with him, eyes shining with tears as you yanked weakly at the haori he had been wearing. You had been so utterly engulfed in him that you failed to even notice the clothing he was dressed in. Not that you cared at this moment, you just wanted them off of him. “I don’t think so, pretty witch.” He grounded out, head dipping lower to drag his nose along the column of your neck. “W-why not.” you would have pouted if his nose dragging along your skin didn’t make goosebumps follow in its wake. “Because you haven’t earned that yet, my pretty pretty witch.” he cooed, voice cracking just a bit as he buried himself deep again. 

“E-earned it? I haven’t earned it?” you nearly cried, hands coming up to hold your own breasts as you tried to push away and alleviate the pressure of his cock head pressing harshly into your cervix. “You have to cum on my cock in order to earn such a sight… I may be desperate for you, pretty little witch, but I have my standards.” You fought back the urge to call the sly kitsune a whore, but if he was a whore so were you. “O-oh whatever! Just keep going, please. I’ve been so good for you… you swore to do everything I wanted.” You whined, letting go of your breasts to reach up and hold his cheeks. The kitsune smiled, a little softer than his other ones. “Don’t you worry, my pretty little witch…” he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “... for I am only teasing you. My heart and body belong to you and you alone.”

“Giyu…” his name left your lips in a quiet, wonderstruck plea. Your heart was thumping erratically in your chest again, warmth blossoming behind your ribcage and spreading all over. The kitsune’s teasing demeanor changed, lips lowering to yours in a soft kiss as he shouldered off his haori and tossed it to the side. His hips found a new rhythm, slow and deep, dragging along your velvety walls until he was panting into your mouth. You parted again as he whined, forehead pressing to yours as his eyes closed, inhaling deeply to calm himself before it was over too fast. “G-giyu this doesn’t get you out of not stripping for me…” you teased as he tried to concentrate, his cheeks flushing red as he tried to pretend he didn’t hear you. 

“Have I really not earned it, my pretty kitsune?” you pressed him further, batting your lashes as his eyes snapped open at the use of the nickname. “...” he blinked, lips parted and hips shallowly thrusting again. “Answer me please… am I not worthy enough?” you urged him on, feeling a little bad about guilting him into an answer but you were desperate. The kitsune sighted, head dropping a little lower so he was speaking more to your neck than your face. “I’m…” he mumbled the rest, between the racing of your heart and the ache between your legs, you couldn’t decipher what he had uttered. “Giyu, my sweet kitsune, you need to speak up.” Your fingers threaded in his hair, ankles still locked behind the small of his back to keep him from pulling out and leaving you all together. “I said…” he swallowed, moving to whisper in your ear instead of your neck. 

“I’m shy.” your hands tightened in his hair a bit, eyes wide as he slowly lifted his head to reveal a pout on his pretty lips. “Oh… oh…” you smiled a bit, legs pulling him a little closer. “My pretty, pretty kitsune. You have nothing to be shy about, it’s me.” You encouraged him, lost in the haze of your lust, brain working on autopilot because he was still buried balls deep inside of you. You wanted to sound sincere, not lust driven, so you cupped his cheeks again and brought his lips to yours. You kissed him once, twice, three times, quick and soft, watching his eyes flutter shut as he relaxed into you again. “You do not have to shed your clothing if you are not ready, but know I will never judge you for your body, my pretty kitsune.” He swallowed,  eyes shifting away from you as he inhaled deeply. “Stop calling me that.” He wasn't angry, rather he was embarrassed of the way it made his stomach swirl with butterflies. 

You only smiled, watching him regain a little bit of composure as he pushed himself up on his hands to hover over you again rather than lay on you. Giyu sighed, hips drawing back finally before pressing into you again. “You have to learn some respect.” He drawled, jaw clenching as he focused solely on moving his hips in and out of your tight cunt. He straightened further, until he was sitting on his knees and his hands no longer needed to support him. This allowed the kitsune to bury his fingers in your pliant flesh, holding you still as he rutted his hips into you at a brutal pace. Every ounce of sanity you had left fled your body as the Kitsune began punishing you for flustering him so thoroughly. “Maybe I’ll mate you, would you like that, my pretty witch?” You choked out an incoherent, strangled noise, eyes nearly rolling back as each thrust hit your cervix. The kitsune would take that as an attempt at “yes”. Though, it wouldn’t happen just yet, considering kitsunes only had one mating season per year, one rut that wouldn’t arrive till winter. 

Though, he didn’t mind practicing until then. 

Giyu’s head fell back, hands now moving to force your hips to meet each of his thrusts. You were only growing wetter, now that he had found a steady rhythm with no interruptions, a slick squelch could be heard each time you connected. “Giyu please…!” you gasped, your orgasm was within reach now, you just needed that extra push. The kitsune only panted in response, one hand leaving your hips to rub rough circles on your clit. “Oh fuck…” you croaked, head tossing back against the mattress a the kitsune brought you to your second peak. He never slowed, working you straight through until you were overstimulated and clawing at the sheets begging him to ease up. The kitsune was too focused now, his end in sight as he fell forward to bury his face in your neck again. His hands left your lower half, instead moving to cradle you against him as he placed open mouth kisses on your neck. “G-giyu please oh fuck please…” you pleaded again, pain returning to pleasure as he fucked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

The kitsune mumbled something against your neck, not that it mattered. You couldn’t think, not when he was still rutting into you so intently, canines dragging along your neck. He was close, so close he felt his body may give out before he could reach it. It had been far, far too long since he had been able to do this. The fact that he had managed to last as long as he had made his pride swell in his chest, especially when you were a wreck beneath him. “Come for me, please!” you gasped, it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you as the kitsune sunk his teeth into your flesh. Your back arched into him, his hips meeting yours three more times before he was burying himself deep and spilling his load into your awaiting womb. The kitsune collapsed on you, really knocking the wind out of you this time. Nothing but panting filled the room, your ears ringing mildly from the new silence that seemed louder than anything you had just done. 

“Are you… alright?” His head lifted after what felt like an eternity, stormy eyes focusing on his teeth marks on the junction where your shoulder met your neck. “N-never been better.” you wheezed, tapping his shoulder a bit until he realized he was nearly crushing you. “Oh… well…” he cleared his throat, moving to draw his hips away from yours. The feeling of him slipping out of you caused a shiver to go up your spine, the ache between your legs spreading to your hips and thighs. He had done a number on you. “Are you really okay?” The kitsune looked nervous, cheeks flushed red as he watched his cum slip out of your cunt. “I’m just a little sore… and sticky.” you chuckled, watching him turn a deeper shade of crimson before flopping beside you on the mattress. “I’ll clean you up, my pretty witch. Just… give me a second to regain feeling in my legs.” he confessed, hand coming up to rub his face as you laughed a little harder. 

“Best mistake I've made in a while.” You commented with a grin, head turning to meet his eyes as he blinked at you. “I better be the best mistake you’ve made, period.” Giyu shot back, a smirk dragging the corners of his lips up. “I guess you’re right.” you faked your exasperation, surprised when a small laugh left the kitsune beside you. “We can discuss that later… for now…” he pushed up again, rolling onto his side and resting his hand on your abdomen. “I apologize for not asking your permission.” this time you were the one to feel your face grow warm, hand raising to wave him off. “Don’t worry about it, it’s fine really!” You squeaked, watching him sigh before moving to grab your hand and bring it to his lips. “I’ll do better next time, pretty witch.” 

You nodded, finding it useless to try and ease his worries, he was set in his ways. “Thank you.” you sighed as he let go, moving to get off of your bed to find something to clean you with. 

“Why don’t we just take a bath? Easier than you rummaging around my bathroom.” you pushed yourself up, grimacing as the ache was starting to spread to your muscles. 

“If a bath is what you want, a bath is what you’ll get.” 

You had to admit, he was certainly better than the black cat you had initially tried to summon. 

@monster-october-kny-2023

[hyorijie]

Hi! Can I request some headcanons about Alastor in Love? ¡Thank you!

Oh, Sure!

Alastor Fall in Love | Headcanons

This request is very funny, simply because of Alastor's complexity. The dynamics of this individual “in love” is somewhat…. Out of the ordinary.

Knowing him, the safest thing to do would be to go through the facets of mourning, because yes, for him, love is an absolute mourning, giving up his autonomy as a sadistic soulless.

Therefore he would go through a tough transformation of:

Shock - He can't believe that among all the demons, you, and only you managed to arouse such absurd feelings.

Denial - He will definitely believe that he is going crazy and the quickest solution will be to kill you.

Anger - When his attempts to get rid of what he feels are futile and escalate, anger will break through and eat away at him bit by bit.

Bargaining - Perhaps he plans to enslave your soul.

And finally (and much to his regret) acceptance.

He has an extremely complex and disturbing personality. And, considering his twisted, manipulative and sadistic nature, is that, his behavior could vary.

Confusion Alastor is not someone who understands love easily. At first, he might mistake his romantic feelings for something else, such as a thirst for carnage, curiosity, or as a mere obsession with the desire to dominate. He is also not used to emotional vulnerability, so he could be very disturbed by feeling something he considers as “weak and useless” as love is.

He controls his emotions Given how calculating he is, he would not externalize those feelings that consume him slowly, and less, in an evident way. Although he could feel that attraction or affection, he would be extremely reserved with those feelings, even denying them to himself.

Small acts of protection Although he would not express it openly, Alastor would protect you, as the one he loves, and it would be in subtle and possibly unnoticed ways. He might intervene in dangerous situations from the shadows or by using his power and influence to keep the one he loves safe, all while acting nonchalant.

Power Play Being a traditional lover is not in his correspondents. His relationship would probably be marked by power dynamics. He would always try to maintain that superiority, controlling the pace of the relationship and making sure he is always the one who carries that dominance.

His twisted sense of humor While Alastor might have affection, his humor would still be cruel and twisted. He would not shy away from making snide remarks, morbid jokes or even enjoying uncomfortable or dangerous situations involving his fixation (you), though with no direct intent to do harm (at least not seriously). For him, chaos is part of the fun, even in love.

The “Hunt” for affection Well, rather than seeking a conventional relationship (here in hell, being human, looks would be everything) Alastor would probably see the process of falling in love as a sort of “hunt” or “game”. It would be very entertaining as his interest (you) works for his attention or even as you try to guess his true intentions.

Possessive Jealousy While he would not show jealousy in an obvious way, he could be incredibly jealous. If someone else tries to get the attention of his fixation, he would not hesitate to go to extreme lengths to eliminate the competition, of course, in a graceful way and without leaving a trace.

Twisted Romanticism Not the type to indulge in traditional romantic gestures, he has his own twisted version of romance. Gifting objects to his beloved, objects with a macabre meaning, perhaps something haunted or death-related.

Perverse Loyalty Despite his manipulative nature, once Alastor has fixed his interest in someone, his loyalty is ironclad, albeit in a possessive and unhealthy way. He would not be at all interested in deception in another arms, nor would he look for love elsewhere, as he would be completely obsessed with the person who has captured his attention ( poor you).

Statement Does that even exist in the vocabulary of a serial killer, it is lucky for his fixation to be alive. For now…

Now then…

Imagine a dark night at the hotel. The lights are flickering, and the rain is drumming on the windows, the air intensifying in mystery and danger. In the midst of that oppressive atmosphere, there is you, her love interest. You have been attacked, of course by another brood of lesser demons who managed to disturb the hotel, have come to claim an old debt. And much to their chagrin, they haven't quite grasped the power of the radio demon, but it has one goal; to destroy everything that stands in its way, including that special person.

Alastor appears without making a sound, his smile immutable and those red eyes sparkling with a spark of wicked amusement. He does not hurry, shows no haste. His beloved is in danger, but for him, the situation is simply a new form of entertainment. He pauses for a moment, watching from the shadows as his prey-his love, you-desperately tries to fight for his life. It's a game to him, but one with rules only he knows.

With a graceful, effortless motion, the radios in the corners of the hotel are on static, filling the air with distorted echoes and Alastor's vintage voice. The attacking creatures freeze, their bodies writhing in visible pain as Alastor's power takes over. He approaches, his staff twirling lazily in his hand, as background laughter from his hidden station fills the silence.

— Ah, my dear friends, — his voice is gentle, with that courtesy that makes it all the more terrifying, — I fear you are meddling in matters that do not concern you. This person… belongs to me.—

With a simple wave of his hand, the demons fall, consumed by the same dark energy emanating from him. There is no screaming, only an overwhelming silence and the image of Alastor in the center, his perennial smile now more disturbing than ever. He approaches his beloved, who lies on the ground, panting, stunned by the horror of what he has just witnessed. Alastor, without losing his calm posture, extends a hand, helping him up with a gesture that is a mixture of care and dominance.

— I don't want you to worry, dear. —he says in that soft, charming voice, — As long as you're with me, nothing will hurt you. —

However, her cold gaze and the edge in her words reveal something darker. It's not just protection; it's possession. What Alastor feels for you is not healthy love or kind affection. It is a perverse loyalty, a promise that, while he can protect you from anything that might harm you, no one - neither friend nor foe - will have the right to come near you without his permission. you are his plaything, his possession, and he will not let anyone touch you.

He gently caresses your cheek, almost tenderly, but his eyes betray an obsession beyond human.

— Remember this always. — He whispers as the lights flicker around him, — being with me is both your salvation and your damnation.—

And in that moment, her beloved understands that Alastor will never let them go. In his version of love, loyalty is not devotion, but a web of control and power where he is the sole master.

Do you love him in the same way? Little does he care, but he knows he has you in the palm of his hand.

And who am I kidding, he's got me in the palm of his hand too.

[to-mah-to27]

Headcanon that Saiki Kusuo collects people with honest intentions.

This might be less of a headcanon and more of just a dissection of the series, but every time Saiki talks about people in general, it's always nihilistic and defeatist.

He doesn't like weddings because of hearing the guest's thoughts and how it directly opposes what they are saying.

He doesn't like Christmas because of how people are always thinking about themselves and what they want rather than about giving and being grateful, which is against the very spirit of the holiday.

Basically, people's thoughts show a darker and more egotistical side of humanity, and overexposure to this has added to the already mountainous problem of Saiki distancing himself from everyone and everything.

Almost every time a new character is introduced, Saiki treats them in this same way, expecting them to be secretly self-absorbed and immoral. But by the end of the short, they prove to be otherwise.

-That's- when Saiki goes all Tsundere and "well I guess I'd rather not owe him a favor or anything" and uses his powers to help them.

Saiki -does- hate Nendou. Until Nendou jumps in to stop him from getting mugged by two other students. Saiki knows he has been nothing but cold and dismissive to this guy, and yet while getting the shit kicked out of him for getting involved, all Nendou does and give him a thumbs up and tell him to run.

Saiki hates Kaidou, too. Sees him as another outcast trying to become friends with him on the principle that they are both alone. Until Kaidou actually jumps in front of the other student to save her from getting attacked by a snake. Kaidou is terrified, yes, and panics and thinks "Why did I do that?" but he still did it. He risked bodily harm and infection to save someone else and -that- is what heroes actually are.

Saiki doesn't necessarily hate Hairo, but he does admit they aren't the type of people who would get along. But then Hairo goes as far as to scrape his knee for Saiki, even if it was to keep him in a game he doesn't really want to play. He recognizes Hairo is someone who sticks to his morals, and he respects that.

Teruhashi took a bit longer, especially because at first she really was the type of person who says something the opposite of what they think. Their relationship is a little more complicated, I think and I've already talked about it before, but I do think that it was when she committed so hard to her appearance that she was willing to eat that "ramen" from the place Nendou showed them. Actions speak much louder than words, as Saiki as a character is a very good example of. At a certain point, is it really a facade if she is willing to go that far?

Basically, Saiki has a soft spot for people who are honest and true.

He can't force himself to really truly push them away like he could do if he really wanted to. Because that's so rare in the world to find a person like that, at least for him, and so it is very difficult to force them out of his life when he knows they are only trying to help.

At least that's how it starts.

I can do another post about the rest of the characters if y'all want

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

We can have Andrew and Ashley (separately) dating reader who is a singer/guitarist in a Punk rock band, who has a somewhat cynical, indifferent personality but is quite kind when you get to know her.

But there is a problem, she is possessed by a demon and needs to kill or drink human blood to survive (just like that movie Jennifer Body feat. Megan Fox)

Friggin love Jennifer’s Body- hell yeah anon!

Ashley and Andrew Graves x Possessed Punk Rock!Reader

Andrew Graves

You met Andrew after he went to watch your band play. He came up to you after the show and started up a conversation with you.

You were the best part of the band in his personal opinion

You’d heard this all before, and like always you went along to get on his good graces

Honestly- you had full intention of eating him until he started some playful banter with you

You both just bounced off of each other so well

“Alright, so- it’s the zombie apocalypse and you have to team up with 2 other people at this bar.” Andrew was leaning against the bar, he phrased it like such a serious question, “Who you picking?”

“Hmmmm…” you hummed, turning your attention to the cluster of people, “Probably that guy-“ you nod towards one muscly frat dude chatting with his equally muscular friends, “He looks like he could punch some zombies. Dumb and fearless, ya know?”

Andrew chuckled, “Ahhh, so you’re into beefy dudes, huh?”

You gave him a deadpan stare before rolling your eyes and smirking a little, “Nah, if anything he’d be a sacrifice to the undead horde. I’m more into sickly looking emo dudes.”

A small blush painted Andrew’s cheeks, he turned to look at the crowd, “Soooo- does that mean I’m on your apocalypse team?”

“Not in the slightest,” you leant back on the bar stool, “It’s about survival, and no offense hun- but you’re usually the first to die in those kinds of movies.”

Andrew dramatically clutched his chest, giving a faux harmed expression. You playfully shove him to wipe the look off his face. He laughed a little as he sat back up in his stool.

“Alright, alright-“ you wave your hand towards him, “You can join my apocalypse team. We’ll team up to sacrifice the big dude.”

“You’re too kind.”

He was fun to talk to, what can ya say?

You ended up feasting on that frat bro after Andrew left- but not without giving you his number

You two hung out a bit after that- and Andrew became a regular at your shows

You even started inviting him to rehearsals to sit and watch

You make him a shirt with the band’s name on it as a joke- but he wears it constantly.

He’s a dork, but soon enough…he becomes your dork <3

Which is why you were nervous to tell him the truth about you

“….I’m sorry you’re what?”

You winced at his words. There- was no easy way of telling him this, but- you don’t know. It feels like the right thing to inform your partner you’re actually possessed by a demon and crave human flesh and blood.

“I’m possessed by a demon,” You turn away from his, rubbing your arm anxiously, “It- happened when I was 17. Some fucks tried to offer me as a sacrifice to a demon to make them famous and- well, now we know the reason virgins are sacrificed for demon deals.”

Andrew blinked, and a silence fell between you two. He turned away from you, his eyes fixed on the ground,

“….you know my sister is friends with a demon.”

You scrunched up your nose in confusion, turning to give him a look of “What the fuck?”

He held his hands up defensively, “Hey I don’t know! What else was I supposed to say?!”

“I don’t know!” You threw a throw pillow at him, “You’re the first person I’ve told!”

Andrew caught the pillow, placing it gingerly on his lap, “Well- I’m not a stranger to this whole…demon stuff. Can’t say I’ve dated one though…”

Your eyes widened. You looked at him in disbelief, “You- still want to date me?”

“Well- yeah.” He shrugged as if it wasn’t obvious, “You’re not gonna eat me- I’d assume at least.”

“Nah,” you gave him a small smirk, “Not enough meat on ya.”

You received a pillow to the face in response to that. You broke out into soft laughter, Andrew shortly joining in. This…went better than you thought it would.

From then on Andrew helped you with finding food. He’d scan for potential meals at your shows and direct you to them after.

He seems way too experienced in this sort of thing

Ashley Graves

That relatable moment when you’re about to feast on this guy, but this cute goth chick was about to sacrifice him to a whole other demon <3

After a show you had planned on following this couple and devouring them both- you were really hungry

Low and behold- the girl led her date into the woods and summoned a whole ass demon to take his soul

She noticed your presence as she was getting ready to move the body and-

“….sup.”

She said that as if trying to move the soulless body of a grown ass man in the middle of the woods was the most normal thing in the world. You were- dumbfounded honestly. Apparently you were staring for too long, as the woman dropped the corpse’s arms and crossed her own,

“You gonna scream- or are we going to be chill about this?” She tapped her foot as she glared at you, “Don’t make me offer another soul to my friend.”

“Ha! Good luck with that-“ you stepped out of the bushes, shaking off any leaves that stuck to your pants, “Your friend would just be confused why you’re offering them their own kind.”

She looked you up and down, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Yeah- look. I’m possessed- and I was following you and that boy toy of yours to have some dinner.” You pointed to the corpse between you two, “So I’ll do you a favor and get rid of this body for you.”

The woman rubbed her chin, looking down at the body. She then grinned deviously, “Hmmm…you mind if I join you?”

Your eyes widened. Was- she being serious? Did she want to chow down on this guy with you?

Apparently she could notice your confusion and shrugged, “Well I was going to eat him anyway. Was thinking of grilling him- some salt, oregano, paprika as seasoning. Help me carry him and you’ve got yourself a 5 star meal.”

This has to be the most insane woman you’ve ever met. Is this what love feels like?

“Sure thing-“ you reach down, hoisting the man’s arm around your shoulder, “Names Y/N.”

“Ashley Graves.” Ashley made no effort to help you carry the body, just leading you along as your struggled.

And thus started a beautiful friendship!

Ashley sacrifices a soul, you two eat the soulless body. Win-Win!

As you hang out more outside of your hunts, Ashley learns about your band

She’s not happy that you have friends outside of her, but she goes to your show anyway

She claimed that everyone sucked except for you

“We should just eat them,” Ashley suggested, her chin rested on your shoulder.

You glance at her before speaking, “No can do- I’m not eating my band mates.”

“Fine-“ she huffed, shoving you away from her, “Then I will!”

“Ashley- No-“ you groan, turning around to look at the currently pouting woman, “Look, I have a life outside of you ya know- don’t like it, don’t come to the shows. Nothing wrong with keeping things professional between us.”

Ashley went quiet at that. She hugged herself, turning away from you.

“…what if I don’t want to be professional?” She muttered, just loud enough for you to catch.

You blinked down at her, “You- what?”

“We get each other! I want to keep doing this, and I don’t want those ‘bandmates’ getting in the way.” She glared up at you, “You…You like me too, right?”

You did. You’d be lying if you didn’t find her general unhinged-ness hot, but you couldn’t kill your band.

“Hey, look-“ your voice went soft as you took Ashley’s hands into your own, “I…like you too Ashley, but we’re not eating my band. If I’ve been ignoring you for them, I’ll- cancel rehearsal tomorrow so we can go do something. Just us. Sound good?”

A small smile formed on Ashley’s face as she nodded, “Yeah…that’d be great.”

You may be the possessed one here, but Ashley Graves is a whole other level

[guillotinesandroses]

So I was wracking my brain to come up with another request that would be super fun to write. Can I ask for a one shot for Gyomei Himejima from Demon Slayer and a yokai gn!reader. Reader is a Nekomata and has been protecting a village from demon attacks for a long time. One day Gyomei happens upon the village during the attack and steps in to help. He notices reader and attacks them, under the impression that nekomatas were usually malevolent. However, the villagers stepped in and vouched for reader's kindness. Reader has been fascinated with humans so much that they stopped being in their cat form and try to replicate a human appearance to their best of their abilities (even if they still have the ears, tails, and cat feet). Gyomei decides to take reader to the next hashira meeting so they can decide what happens to them. During the trip they fall in love, Gyomei seeing the gentle and caring nature reader has for humans and their ability to fend off demons. Reader is nervous at first around Gyomei but is soon infatuated with him but treads lightly when it comes to feelings since they understand he's a religious man. I hope this is good! Thank you for your time!

Related Note: To be perfectly honest, I may have gotten a bit... carried away. After finishing this draft, I realized that the Reader described in this request is a lot softer than what I ended up writing after researching Nekomata. Granted, in the standards of their species, Reader is still soft, but I feel like the vibe is different, and I somehow missed the part of 'during the trip, they fall in love' :( I tend to latch onto specific bits of what I read and run with those, this time it being 'generally malevolent spirit'... I'm sorry if this doesn't fit what you were looking for.

Somewhat related note: Rediscovered my love for Glass Animals' most inconveniently named song, Toes. I usually search for songs without adding artists' names because I'm too lazy to type them out... the things I've seen...

Contains; Gyomei Himejima x Gender Neutral Reader, Yokai/Nekomata!Reader, use of Japanese honorifics, hurt/comfort, reader is old and an obligate carnivore, some references to buddhism, mentions of cannibalism, death, and murder because it's the Demon Slayer universe.

Forms of Comfort

"In the mountain recesses, there are those called nekomata, and people say that they eat humans." An elderly man lowers the pipe from his lips, breathing smoke into the nighttime air. "One appeared a long time ago, and it killed and ate several people in one night. That beast is said to have fallen to a figure wielding a samurai's sword, a local hero of legend, but it's for the best to remain careful." 

Ah, a demon slayer must have visited this place before. I hope they lived long, and retired with a healthy body. Gyomei nods at the elder's words, pressing his calloused hands together. 

"I understand. I swear to bring you safely to your granddaughter's house, Sasaki-san." 

"Thank you for your help, young man. Going out is awfully dangerous these days." 

"That it is. Let us pray this journey unveils with no complications." 

With that, Gyomei and Sasaki depart from the quiet inn. The demon slayer ran into him by coincidence, and the elder requested his help to get home safely. In situations such as these Gyomei is grateful for his imposing stature, as it brings comfort to those who can see past it. Sasaki's intentions are pure, Gyomei could hear it from the tone of his voice and steadiness of his heart. As there was no deceit to be found, the hashira saw no harm in helping out the older gentleman. 

Unfortunately, Sasaki's caution turned out to be warranted. A few hours into the travel, a horde of demons stalks them from the woods. Starving, of low-rank and desperate, they either did not care about or did not notice Gyomei's level of strength. He readies his spiked flail and axe, listening to their sharp breaths. However, before he can strike, something beats him to the task. 

The demons screech as they are torn apart, nichirin flashing past the branches. Swift paws crash across trees, and soon enough the screaming comes to an abrupt halt. The culprit of the massacre lands on the ground, soft and quiet. Demon blood drips from its fur and chars into ash, fading to the wind. Its heart is as enormous as its body, thrumming calmly in its chest as it breathes out. 

Heavy, slow footsteps thunder on the ground with grace one would not expect from such a large creature. Its back scrapes against branches as it creeps closer. Bigger than a wild boar, greater than a lion, its mannerisms are close to a leopard's. Hunting alone, stalking its prey before striking. Knowing they devour anything with flesh on it, Gyomei knows he must act fast as the elder gasps. 

"Those slit eyes... that must be-!" 

"Eyes like a cat, body large like a dog... this demon has taken the form of a nekomata. You were right, Sasaki-san." Gyomei adjusts the weapons in his hands. "Which one may you be? An old domesticated cat, or a beast born to the mountains?" 

"It offends me you feel the need to ask. A mountain spirit is what I am." Your tails sway behind you, flicking in curiosity. The imposing form you took for battle fades into your usual human figure, only some of your feline features remaining.

"It... it can talk!" Sasaki exclaims in terror. That is not so surprising, but before Gyomei can open his mouth, a sudden swoosh of cloth runs into the picture. 

"Please don't attack!" A young woman rushes out from the trees, arms spread out to protect you. "Nekomata-sama is this village's protector, it's been this way for centuries!" 

"Granddaughter..?!" 

It takes the whole village to assure Gyomei of your innocence. As difficult as it is to believe, there is neither deceit nor blood demon arts at play here. From the tales of old folks to the fables of children, all of them confirm that you have been here as a guardian and not a menace, for a long time now. The tale Sasaki told him was actually nothing but a rumor, a misconception. There had, in fact, been a demon tormenting the village centuries ago.

However, that demon was not a nekomata. Rather it was you, a nekomata, who took it upon yourself to slay that demon, earning the village's trust in the process. Since then, you have been their guardian, slaying monsters and even assisting in daily tasks, keeping people company. Uncertain how to proceed, Gyomei convinced you to leave your post for a while to visit his master. He will know what to do and what questions to ask. 

Not that he does not have questions of his own. Since the Nekomata is considered far more malicious in its behaviour than the mischievous and playful Bakaneko, Gyomei wonders if you are the latter, after all. Still, he does not ask. Perhaps it would be rude to make such assumptions. Either way, your non-human features basking in the sunlight gather attention within the demon slayer base. A hashira meeting is swiftly called, and the pillars are filled with suspicion, as expected. 

"As a mid-Edo period scholar stated, 'old cats will come to have two tails and become the yōkai called nekomata, and bewilder people'. They have proven time and time again to be malevolent, bringing death and gloom," a woman with a butterfly hairclip explains. 

"Really..? But those ears are so cute and fluffy..." a pink haired lady mumbles to herself, fingers gently covering her lips. 

"Nekomata are the reason cats should not be kept for long periods," a man with bandages over his mouth speaks, "with all due respect, Master, there's no reason we shouldn't kill this yokai." 

You hum calmly, not threatened in the slightest. "I am a demon, yes, but not of Kibutsuji's making. He has no sway over what I do and what I must eat." 

"Nekomata devour humans." A white-haired man cuts in, hands clenched with readiness to strike. His eyes flare with hate as he speaks, but he retains a respectful tone. "They shapeshift, take human form and deceive people. Master, I ask for permission to slay the demon and just get this over with already." 

"I understand your apprehension. My kind isn't exactly known for our benevolence. I, however, fail to see a reason for committing such acts of violence. A man I took an interest in a long time ago, my educator, taught me much. Upon sparing his life, I grew to understand the worthless nature of my old habits." 

"But you have killed humans, Nekomata-san, isn't that what you're implying?" The butterfly woman asks, empty smile unwavering. 

"I have. It is what my kind normally does. Lacking a purpose, I took their example to ease my boredom." 

"It doesn't matter one bit that its murders are in the past!" The white-haired man barks. "These monsters don't change." 

"My current purpose is to protect the village of my former educator, as well as the nearby home of a friend I once knew. I have no desire to harm humans anymore. Demon flesh feeds me quite well." 

Conflicted voices clash against each other soon as the hashira argue over your situation. Examining your nails in boredom, you wonder how long this is going to take. Your people await you, and you have little interest in the worries of irrelevant humans. 

"Quiet down, my children, please," the sickly man's voice cuts the noise, sharp as blade yet soft as silk. "A demon not connected to Kibutsuji is a rare find. Tell me, Nekomata-san, what do you know of him?" 

"I am not as old as he is, nor have I met him. There is little I know that you wouldn't." 

"Alright, the cat's useless. Let's throw it into the sun." 

"Shinaguzawa, please, sit down. What is it that you know, Nekomata-san?" 

"He is searching for something. One of his servants cried about failing to find a flower. The kind he is looking for... I believe I've only seen it once in my centuries. The blue spider lily can only be found in daylight, but I doubt he knows that." 

"Hold on, something doesn't add up. If it only blooms in daylight, how come you've seen it, huh, demon?" 

"I told you, I am not like him. He is a fraud, a man-made creature. His transformation was nothing but an atrocity, and I do not accept him nor his demons as part of my kind." 

A brief silence falls over the room. It is broken by the jeweled man. "Hm... flamboyantly put, I have to admit! However, demons are well-versed in deceit, we mustn't forget that!" 

Their sickly leader hums. "Well, it has been decided already, Nekomata-san is to live. Even so, I'd still like to hear your thoughts, my children." 

"Doesn't matter. I'll forget it anyway." The small boy speaks up for the first time in the meeting, still staring off into space. 

"Yes, please let the adorable kitty live!" The pink-haired lady squeals. You tilt your head at the odd praise but say nothing. 

"Kanroji-san, do not fall for its tricks," the bandaged man scolds before voicing his opinion. "I disapprove of this suggestion, Master, but I trust your judgement." 

"Although I heard the villagers eagerly vouch for this demon's innocence with genuineness in their voices... I find it hard to believe they could be trusted." 

"I am indifferent on this matter," the man with a bi-colored haori says. 

"Of course you are." The white-haired man scoffs lowly. "Connected to Muzan or not, demons cannot be trusted." 

"In the event that I'll be allowed to run a few... friendly tests on Nekomata-san, I'll be happy to accept them!" 

"I absolutely cannot agree with keeping this demon alive! Master, it would be in our best interests to kill it at once!" 

"There is a type of flair to its fashion choices... but a demon is a demon! Allow me to carry out the utmost flamboyant execution for this deviant!" 

In spite of the complaints, the sickly man keeps his verdict the same. You are allowed to live another day, to linger among the demon slayers. Not that their hatred would ever worry you. There are thousands of tricks up your sleeve, and they are accustomed to fighting a completely different kind of oni. Their blades and poisons are ineffective, thus you walk down the veranda with calm grace. 

The white-haired man pushes past you with a snarl, growling out a harsh sentence. "If any poltergeist nonsense starts happening around here, your head is flying clean off!" 

"You're welcome to try, birdie." A lazy smirk falls to your lips.  

"What did you just call me?!" He whips around to face you. 

"All dressed up in white, bulging dark eyes... yes, a snowy owl, that's what you are." 

Before a fight could break out, Gyomei broke it up. Since he was the one who found you, it became his duty to keep watch over you. Although you would have much rather preferred to go home, his presence was at least engaging enough. You did not quite trust the demon slayers sent to guard your hometown, but you supposed it would have to do for now. The Stone Hashira had piqued your interest after all. 

A few weeks have passed since your first meeting. You walk beside him, locked in a casual conversation. "My favorite is Takikomi-Gohan, but I substitute the meat with delicious vegetables." 

"Why in the world would you do that? The meat's the best part." Your tails flicker in confusion. 

"Although I'm no longer a monk, my beliefs haven't changed. It hurts me to wound sentient beings, including all animals. Killing is something that should be condemned, all life deserves compassion."

You hum, understanding now. "Funny... I can only eat meat. My body cannot digest much else. Rice is pretty good in small portions, though." 

"Then it is a medical necessity... how unfortunate." Small tears glitter down his face. "You do not even have a choice, poor soul." 

"It's not a tragedy... not to me at least." You roll your eyes. 

"Perhaps we feel differently about this. Well, Nekomata-san, I have a question to ask you." 

"Ask away. I don't have much to hide." 

"That nichirin sword you carry... where did you get it?" 

"It's not that exciting of a story. Before I came along, the village worshiped the memory of a retired demon slayer. His sword was raised at an altar like the ones devoted to kami." Your eyes flick to a flowerbed, tracing over the lilac flowers. 

"I wanted to taste that reverence, so I took it. When I returned, transformed, they began to worship me instead. It didn't take long for them to accept what I am after the first demon attack." Your gaze raises to him as you smirk. "Now, where did you come from, what's your story?" 

"...The origins of most demon slayers aren't particularly pleasant. I am no exception." He pauses before the flowerbed that caught your attention earlier. "I went hungry and let the children I cared for eat instead. Despite my best efforts, all but one of them died to a demon attack." 

As he crouched over to graze his fingertips over the flowers, you stood by. Coming to a conclusion, you speak. "...I see. Another tale of loss. Do you wish to meet them again?" 

Gyomei freezes in his place, quiet tears still slipping. "Pardon?" 

"I possess the power of necromancy. Say the word, and I shall raise them from the dead." 

Recovering, his response is surprisingly quick. "As much as I long to hear their voices once more, I will not violate the rules of nature. Both human life and death are sacred, they must not be disrespected." 

"...As you wish," you murmur, "though I find it difficult to understand your refusal." 

The rest of the stroll is rather quiet, but you can tell he is not upset by your offer. Grief raises unpleasant memories from their graves. For the remainder of the day, you leave him to deal with his personal ghosts. 

Time continues to pass. You alternate between staying home and visiting the Stone Hashira. Aside from him, not many others have taken the chance to speak to you, with friendly intentions at least. The butterfly woman, Shinobu Kocho, approached you with experimentation on her mind, which you refused. The only exception thus far has been Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira. 

"I appreciate your efforts to keep me company, Honey Badger. It gets rather dull when Anteater is away. The experimentation offers from Slow Loris get quite tiring as well." 

"Oh, it's no problem at all! You're the nicest demon I've ever met!" 

"That's not such a difficult title to receive." 

"No, not really... but it's fun to have, right? Anyway, by 'Slow Loris' do you mean Shinobu-san? Um, don't take this the wrong way, 'cause they're super cute, but what's up with the animal nicknames?" 

"I've been bored, that's all... but you asked me a question just now. That means I get to ask you one too." 

"Oh, it does? Well, I don't mind at all! What were you thinking about?" 

"Most demon slayers avoid me. The lower ranked ones run away, the higher ranks glare. What made you want to approach me?" 

"It's a bit embarrassing, actually..." Kanroji covers her face before squealing and giggling. "...I just really love cats, and you're so, so adorable! Himejima-san also loves them, so I guess that might have something to do with why he's been so soft with you!" 

"Truly? Is looking adorable all it takes to gain his approval?" 

"No, of course not! He's clearly seen something more in you, and I trust him. Besides, all those stories probably aren't true. I mean... you... don't steal corpses, do you?" Kanroji murmurs with sudden contemplative worry. 

"What would I do with those?" You scoff in amusement. 

"That wasn't really an answer... but oh, hey, look! There he is!" 

Gyomei stands before a group of children, trying to teach them something. One of the kids stomps over to the Stone Hashira. The child yells at him, challenging him to battle. Gyomei proceeds to beat the him headfirst into the ground after he would not quit. Cackles break out from between your lips, and you cover your mouth with your hand.

You wonder if you should sneak over there and cause some extra mischief too, but refrain from doing so. Instead you watch him from afar as Kanroji talks your ear off. His strength truly is tremendous, massive logs and boulders weigh nothing to him. A strange, unfamiliar warmth flares in your heart. It is not entirely unpleasant but since you cannot seem to figure it out, the flame keeps you distracted until his training is done, and even after it. 

A few months later, he is the one to visit you instead. Caught up in memories for once, your mind remains absent as your fingers graze your shamisen, reminiscing. Plucking one of the strings, a melody a rings out as your slit-eyes dart to his. White and pure as fresh milk, empty and lifeless with no movement. What a conundrum, you ponder, playing a slow, sad tune you know well.

Its origin has been long lost to time, only you remember the heartbroken geisha who sang it long ago. Her clothes grace your androgynous body, it is her shamisen in your grasp that you toy with. Both were gifts for the comfort you gave her, that ancient, lonely woman with no freedom or options. So alone, she would embrace the company of even a bloodthirsty beast, who only wandered to her arms out of sheer boredom. 

Once Gyomei reaches you, the final string is pulled. Song finished, you lower the instrument with care. Eyes closed, you hum in thought. "Humans are quite cruel." 

"Whatever could have inspired that thought?" He stops before you. His hands press together in prayer as always, as if belief lays in his nature. 

"Do you need to ask? I'm sure you've noticed it as well. Clinging to your faith and beliefs... there's no way not one human has been crude to you because of them." 

"They have... but it does not get to me. Why do you ask?" 

"When we first met, I lied. All nekomata come from old, mistreated housecats. I wasn't born in the mountains, I ran to them." 

"I assume you lived as most nekomata do, initially?" 

"Of course I did." 

"What made you change your ways?" 

"It took some time and a coincidence. I met a geisha, who didn't respond with fear. Curiosity got the better of me. I let her live, take comfort from me. I was quite fond of her... until a group of rejected clients butchered her when I was away." 

"How cruel... I pray her soul found peace." As expected, tears roll down his face, yet the sympathy is in no way false. "I presume you took some form of action against them, no?"

"Naturally... I tormented them. I've never taken kindly to my favorite things being taken from me. I brought her back to life, of course. We talked, she offered me her belongings... but there was only so much we could do with her as a corpse. I let her go after a while. It made me think about what I am, what I'm doing. I have power yet no dreams. So, for once, I sought guidance." 

"Is that when you met that man, the one you call your educator?"

Breathing out, you lean back against a wooden pillar. Face glowing beneath the moonlight, the stars glitter in your eyes. "Correct. Out of boredom, I protected this village and lingered near the Red Light District. Later on, I made it my duty to keep these areas clear of maneaters." 

"Ah... there have been rumors of a feline demon roaming that district for quite some time now. Is it safe to assume that has been you?" 

You confirm his assumption, moving on. "For the hatred most of my kind feel humans to be reasonable... is it truly such an unbelievable thing? Is it unjustified? People hate those who have wronged them. How different is it from your hatred of demons?"

"I suppose it is similar... many creatures hurt one another, unfortunately."

You hum in agreement. "Normally, I wouldn't waste my time with such questions... but to be perfectly honest, the way in which your peers treat me is quite bothersome. I am not their adversary." 

"I apologize for their behavior. Given how much you've helped humanity, it's certainly inappropriate. Your patience has been remarkable... I'd guess you know humans feel the same way about demons as you used to about humans."

"Yes... I only wish that understanding would be returned. I am still a living being, who can form bonds and feel emotions. There are still bits inside of me from the kit I once was, the one who sought to be loved by humans."

"The older and more abused a cat is before its transformation, the more power the nekomata has," Gyomei states, tears dribbling down his face once again, "and you are quite the powerful one, (Name)." 

Your eyes grow dark yet dull, hazed over with old, burnt out wrath. Centuries ago have those who wronged you perished. Their bloodlines could not last long, not with the malevolent spirit haunting them. So strong was your wrath, the greatest shamans, priests, and evokers failed to exorcise you. When all mediums failed, all of them were believed to be insane when speaking of visitations from their dead relatives, doomed to a lifetime of loneliness, as they deserved. 

"...and for that reason, they cut the tails from kittens." 

"If the tails cannot fork, the cats cannot become nekomata. Such needless damage..." 

"Exactly... they hurt us, then take away our only method of revenge. We are living beings, not toys to doll up. If we are treated well, there's no need to ever fear us becoming this way. Cutting the tails off so early... it's like they know they will be cruel. They prepare for the consequences instead of thinking about what they are doing wrong." 

"That would apply to demons as well. Kibutsuji's hunt for true immortality would not be necessary if he hadn't hurt so many along the way." 

"Of course... his demons begin as humans. In the end, we all choose to use our lives a certain way. From what I've seen in my many years, choosing cruelty rarely ends well." You stand, brushing off your kimono. "He will fall eventually." 

"That is guaranteed. The Demon Slayer Corps will never disappear until we eradicate all demons from this world." 

The air remains heavy that night, yet you feel as if you understand one another better now. You continue to work with the Demon Slayer Corps, finding entertainment from its members. Most importantly, you seek to better understand Gyomei. Peeking your head out from a shōji screen, you adjust the handkerchief over your head. To your surprise, it is Shinobu who greets you eagerly. 

The eerie woman invites you for a walk. You decide to indulge her, knowing a demon slayer's weapons would not be very effective if she were to attack. However, from her nervous mannerisms as she speaks with you of herbs and the like, you can tell she has other intentions, thoughts she is not so sure about. When you finally confront her about it, her answer surprises you. 

"I guess there's no use in hiding it. Is it true that spirits like yourself can raise the dead, Nekomata-san?" 

"Yes, it is. I rarely feel the need to do so, if you intend on reprimanding me for it." 

"No, that's not it. Could you..." she trails off, voice wavering as her usual confidence wears off. She breathes in through her nose, poised as ever. "Nevermind. It would be a silly request." 

"There's someone you want to see. I can arrange that." You stand up, dusting off your kimono. 

Shinobu blinks, mouth parted. With your nonchalance, one would assume you are headed to get some water from a well, not to raise the dead. Forcing herself to relax, her eyes shift downwards. "I... there's nothing more I could want, but... would that be such a smart thing to do?" 

"Only you can decide that. For some, it's like ripping an old wound open. For others, it's what allows that wound to mend. Which one would it be for you, to speak to that person again?" 

"...I don't know." 

"Do you accept the risk of pain? This revival will only be temporary." 

Her uncertain gaze hardens. "I do. That is irrelevant." 

"Very well. Think of what you want to say to her." You step forward, walking to a clear area of the forest. 

With a sharp twitch of your arms, music echoes in the forest. Dark tunes from the netherworld, drums for the breaking of bones, shamisen for shredded heartstrings. Joining in on the symphony, the bells of your accessories ring with a haunting sound. Gesturing with claws and tails, you sow together the rift between the planes. So your dance begins, ritualistic and powerful, your connection with death incomprehensible to the human eye. 

A strange fire bursts to life. It glows in reds and oranges, then blues and whites. The colors flicker, lingering in one set of shades, only to blink back to the other within a second. The flames follow your smallest movements like loyal, reverent dogs. They burn gently as you slow down, exploding into colors as you flare into the next harsh move. 

Slowly, a spirit emerges from the embers, and you slow to a stop. "Kanae Kocho, you have been summoned. I permit you to speak and move." 

Shinobu's eyes are blown wide, her usual mask crumbling. The question falls from her lips in a fragile whisper. "Kanae... is that really you?"

You step back, allowing the two to reconcile, or whatever it is that they were doing. Their conversation lasts for a while, until something nearly crashes into you. Shocked, your spell releases as you spin to the side. 

"YOU DEMON BASTARD!" Shinaguzawa yells out, trying to slash at you again. "HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT THE DEAD LIKE THAT!" 

"Shinaguzawa-san, stop! I requested (Name)-san to use their powers!" 

The white-haired man lands after you dodged him. "So, you're getting chummy with demons now, huh, Kocho? Is this what she would've wanted, to spare as many of them as possible?!" 

"No," she cuts him off, harsh tone reflecting from her eyes. "I am more convinced than ever. My sister's death will be avenged." 

"I hope that was helpful." You dust your shoulders off, annoyed by the interruption. 

"It was, (Name)-san. Thank you for giving me this chance." 

You are quick to leave after hearing that, letting the pair settle whatever discussion they intended on having. Although necromancy is your forte, the energy drain will always be irritating, no matter how small. So, you seek out the man you have deemed your favorite a long while ago. 

Gyomei lowers the shakuhachi to his lap, a type of flute he mentioned he loves to play. Upon your arrival, he speaks as you sit beside him, having recounted the days events to him as you usually do. "Your dance must have been beautiful... and those offers of using your power over death... they are attempts at comfort, no?" 

"Yes, they are. My understanding of humanity is limited, but wanting closure is something that makes sense to me. Words from those not involved are useless. It's better to give the mourning an opportunity for those to be shared with the deceased." 

"Although I disagree, it brings me joy to hear you care so much." 

"I have felt fear and pain. I have no reason to wish it upon others." 

"Even if that is a simple notion, it is valuable. I have noticed your compassion when we've spoken, and I suspect there is more you haven't shown." 

"Nothing gets past you, it seems. I may as well be honest, then. Against my best wishes, I have fallen in love with you." 

"It appears my guess was correct." A soft smile graces his lips. "I am a deeply distrustful person... but I've grown to believe in you. In the eyes of my heart, I have seen your honesty. As for what's in mine... there are feelings similar to yours." 

A genuine, uncontainable grin spreads across your face. "Is that true? Will you be my betrothed, then?" 

"Ah... what a dreamy sentiment." His lips part in surprise, a small blush rising to his cheeks. "I cannot accept your proposal, not yet at least. In the Demon Slayer Corps there is no guarantee you will live to tomorrow." 

"I'll keep you alive." 

"As much as I love fighting by your side... the dangers of this occupation are not the only reason for this rejection. My religion's thoughts on romance are... complicated, as are my own. I'd like to think this through before we proceed. For now, I am glad to know these feelings are mutual." 

"That is fine with me, I have nothing but time. I worry more for you." 

"I am proud to live and die as a human being. Even if that means I get to experience only a blink this world's beauty." His words linger in the fresh air like last night's rain, in pearly droplets over the grass. Heartache, that is the cold feeling rushing over your chest. Even so, you cannot force him to accept immortality; humans like him are meant to be perfect, fleeting visages. 

"Then I'll let you be my favorite memory, my favorite era." Your fingers pluck the softest, quietest melody on the shamisen. The world slows down as your eyes flutter closed, sky bleeding into the pale shades of a cherry blossom flower. 

"And you will be my only vice, the one thing to make me regret my mortality." Tears pool in his eyes, falling in large streaks. You would tell him it is not the time to mourn yet, but he already knows. These are tears of joy, knowing he has found someone to love. No matter how unconventional, no matter how different you are or how slow you take it, this relationship will shape out into something beautiful, something you vow to carry on even after he passes. 

[acti-veg]

Lab grown meat is not vegan. The animal cannot consent to donating its tissue. Further, it normalizes eating animals. Finally, how the fuck do you think its safe? What processed food of the last several decades hasn't bee n found to fuck up our guts and cause cancer?

Normally love your stuff just bummed you're into lab grown animal protein as a vegan.

A transition away from animal agriculture and towards lab grown meat or fermented proteins would result in the suffering and deaths of billions fewer animals, as well as significantly less water and land use, and far lower GHG. As animal advocates, are we really going to oppose a technology that involves far fewer animal inputs on the basis that it still involves some?

Lab grown meat obviously is not vegan, at least not yet, but it isn’t for vegans. It is for the vast majority of people who do eat meat and have no intention of stopping. If we can offer an alternative that is chemically identical but harms far fewer animals, why wouldn’t we do that? Everyone going vegan is just not going to happen anytime soon, do we consign animals to the slaughterhouse in the meantime for the sake of ideological purity?

Eating animals is already normalised, in every society on earth. What this normalises is the consumption of alternative proteins, which absolutely must be part of any sensible transition towards sustainable agriculture. The problem with meat isn’t that it is animal flesh and there is something intrinsically evil about that, it is that obtaining it requires exploitation and harm.

Besides, it’s not like I’m cheering on lab grown meat here. That article is not even in favour of lab grown meat, and neither is the author. Monbiot is concerned about how the anti-cultured meat legislation will apply in broad strokes to any alternative protein, especially fermented proteins, which he believes offers the best alternative to animal proteins. That is a very legitimate concern.

As for safety, again, lab grown meat is biologically and chemically identical to organic meat. Meat is not the healthiest of foods, but this particular meat being cultured rather than slaughtered doesn’t mean it is somehow dangerous. In fact, there is nothing inherently unsafe about processed foods in general. Hummus is processed, so are baked beans, so is wholemeal bread. ‘Processed’ as a byword for ‘unsafe’ is pure pseudoscience, popularised by social media influencers and so-called ‘health gurus.’

I know you mean well, but this insistence that it is either full blown veganism for the entire population or nothing, is completely unhelpful. The reality is that we have to consider viable alternatives that are significantly more sustainable and more humane, we cannot be boycotting everything that doesn’t represent a perfect solution. It won’t get us anywhere.

Like you, I have no intention of ever eating lab grown meat. That said, I’m certainly not going to oppose the advent of a technology that has the potential to save billions of lives, feed the world using far fewer resources, and may help to avert the worst impacts of climate change. Don’t let perfect be the enemy of good.

[witch--btch]

Discussing Negai no Astro - Chapter 4

Religion - Buddhism/Asura

Both Kuran and Kou have half of Asura tattooed on their forearms. The Sanmenroppi security branch’s logo and Ikebukuro headquarters are also a resemblance of the demigod.

I did some research, and came across this line of text I find very interesting, regarding Kou, and the inferiority he feels when compared to others.

In the earliest Vedic literature, all supernatural beings are called Devas and Asuras. Each Asura and Deva emerges from the same father, share the same residence, eat together the same food and drinks, and have innate potential, knowledge and special powers in Hindu mythology; the only thing that distinguishes "Asura who become Deva" from "Asura who remain Asura" is intent, action and choices they make in their mythic lives.

"Asuras who remain Asura" share the character of powerful beings obsessed with their craving for wealth, ego, anger, unprincipled nature, force, and violence. Further, in Hindu mythology, when they lose, miss, or don't get what they want (because they were distracted by their cravings) the "Asuras who remain Asuras" question, challenge, and attack the "Asuras who became Devas" to loot a portion of what the Devas have and the Asuras do not.

In Buddhist mythology, the Asuras are said to experience a much more pleasurable life than humans, but they are plagued by envy for the Devas, whom they can see just as animals perceive humans.

Take that text of information as you will. I hope you can understand my point without me having to explain further than this lol.

Does Kuran have a Astro?

Personally, I’m thinking he either does not have an Astro, or he doesn’t want to admit he has one.

Astros are given to people who held onto something precious, and made a wish. Kuran doesn’t really seem like the type of person who makes wishes, or gives into sentimental notions like that.

If he does have an Astro, he’s probably keeping it a secret so he doesn’t have to use it on Kou. When Kou challenged Kuran to fight for branch leader, had he known Kuran also had an Astro, he would surely make him use it so he could win in a ‘fair fight’.

I definitely think Kuran let Kou win for multiple reasons. 1, he doesn’t want to seriously hurt his younger brother, he’s too kind for that. 2, as an older brother, he’s kind of just letting Kou do and have whatever he wants for the time being. More below lol.

Relationship between Kou/Kuran

As a big brother, I think Kuran feels it’s his role to support his younger brothers, not fight with them.

He doesn’t think it’s right to ‘put them in their place’ or anything like that. Instead, he thinks it’s better if he supports them, forgives their misdeeds, and protects them if they get in over their heads. Even when Kou says dehumanizing things, like calling Kuran “my little security robot.”/ treating him like a winnable object; Kuran doesn’t take it personally, since Kou finally has confidence in himself …

I think Kuran might spoil Kou because he knows how insecure Kou is in being the youngest sibling, with nothing to his name.

Kuran understands that Kou is becoming power hungry, but he doesn’t see a harm in it as long as he is still around to pick up after the messes.

The Lighter that Kou made his wish with. This can be speculated as headcanon now, but I think Kuran gave Kou this lighter, encouraging him not to give up on becoming stronger, even if he feels weak now. It just seems like a good older brother thing that Kuran would say to ease his little brother’s insecurities.

And just as he said, Kou did become stronger. So to encourage Kou into realizing he isn’t the same weakling he was before, Kuran purposefully lost to him. Beating Kou would only crush his confidence and put Kou right back to square one:( as a supportive older brother, Kuran simply can’t do that.

That was pretty much the bulk of what I wanted to say about the most recent chapter; if anyone would like to add anything, go ahead! ^.^

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

The Rules of Simon Riley (Ghost x Reader)

A/N: Ok wow, y'all ate up the HCs. Good to know.

Warnings: Panic attacks, some violence

Word Count: 2.9k

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Simon "Ghost" Riley was a difficult man to deal with. Everyone knew this, and you weren't a stranger to it either. There were a set of unspoken rules to dealing with Ghost. But rules were meant to be broken, whether it was intentional or not. Besides, you were human. You made mistakes. And Ghost made you nervous. So obviously you had broken maybe one or two… or all of the rules. 

Rule #1: Don't ask about the mask.

This rule was probably broken the most and without harm. It wasn't like you see a burly, beefy, mountain of a man walking around with a skull mask everyday. All day. At first you were too scared to say anything. You were a new recruit to Task Force 141 and you sure as hell didn't want to be here with all these bloodthirsty veterans.

Eventually, you had settled in. Gotten used to the antics, training, and eventual missions you were sent on. But you hadn't gotten used to Ghost. You sat in the mess hall, picking absentmindedly at your food as Ghost and Soap had a conversation. Ghost's tray sat untouched in front of him while Soap shoveled in heaping forkfuls into his mouth. You watched Ghost as he scoffed, his brown eyes piercing into Soap's blue ones. 

"That's fucking stupid."

Soap shrugged his shoulders. "I don't make the rules."

"I do. And I say if you don't like tea, you're a traitor."

Conversations like this were normal. Ghost and Soap bickered over idiotic topics like siblings. Honestly, for a Lieutenant and a Sergeant, they sure acted mindless. Still, you didn't say anything. It was pretty entertaining in between killing people for a living. So you stared and listened. Mainly at Ghost.

"Oi." Ghost huffed, turning towards you. "You got a problem?"

You perked up. "Me? No. Why?"

"Because you're staring."

You pursed your lips and looked away. Of course you're staring. It was lunchtime and Ghost was just sitting there with food in front of him as if he was going to eat. But he never did. Unless looking at food filled him up, he was just wasting food. Not that you cared but it was just weird. He was weird for wearing a mask all the time. It made him look even more intimidating.

"Yeah."

Soap's face turned from playful to cautious. "Uh.. let's just get back to eating."

"Why do you not take off your mask while you eat?"

Ghost huffed, rolling his eyes. "Why the fuck is it your business?"

"I-I'm just curious."

"Then stop being curious. Mind your own damn business."

Ghost got up and took his tray, storming away. You didn't realize it was a sensitive subject. You slinked back in your seat and continued to pick at your food. Soap let out a sigh and moved to sit next to you. He patted your back, hard, causing you to wince. 

"Don't worry about it, alright? Ghost… just has some things he's sensitive about."

You groaned and closed your eyes. "I was just curious."

"It's not your fault, kiddo. We've known each other for so long that we all know what to do and not do. You're new, so don't blame yourself."

"Any other rules I should know about?"

Soap gave you a smile. "Let me give you a rundown on Ghost."

It was about as you expected. Five main rules with little tidbits sprinkled in there. Ghost was what everyone thought someone in special forces was: mysterious and gruff. A hardened soldier that had no time for shit. No time for making friends or being happy. Of course, you couldn't blame him. You couldn't even imagine the things he's been through to become a practically emotionless man.

It was late at night. You were restless and needed to tire yourself out to be able to sleep. So you did what you always did: headed to the training room. You expected it to be empty. There weren't usually people up at this hour and normally everyone was asleep. Yet, as you walked into the training room, you saw someone using the bench. You couldn't exactly see his face but decided to speak.

"Looks like someone else can't… oh."

You trailed off as the man set the bar back and sat up. You hadn't seen this face before. You would have definitely remembered a face like his. Strong jawline, stubble, several tiny scars scattered across his face, and hardened brown eyes. His sandy brown hair fell over his sweaty forehead as he glared at you. It wasn't until he raised his tattooed arm to wipe his face that it registered who it was.

"Ghost?"

"Are you just gonna keep fucking stare at me?"

Your eyes immediately averted from his. Fuck, he was hot. He was so hot. Soap was right. You swallow thickly and walk over to Ghost, your head down. You didn't know what to do in this situation. So you just awkwardly held your water bottle without saying a word. He sighed and pushed it away.

"What are you doing here?"

You mumbled out, "I could ask you the same."

There was a silent warning. 

"I couldn't sleep so I wanted to exercise to wear myself out."

The corner of Ghost's lips quirked up in a smirk. "I can help with that."

You felt your face heat up. Seeing his face for the first time, his smirk that you could've only imagined is when you knew you were fucked. Totally and completely.

Rule #2: Don't call him Simon.

Ok, so maybe you had gotten a little crush. It could be a farce. You only saw his face once, after all. Maybe you had gotten a good look (you had). There was no way you could fall for him with only one look at his face. Besides, you had to worry about the other rules and not breaking them. 

You waltz into Ghost's office without a care in the world. "Hey, Simon. Can you help me with-"

"Stop."

You froze in your spot. Ah. Another rule Soap had mentioned. It completely left your mind. Everyone in the taskforce had their nicknames. You had a couple of your own, though they weren't as cool as some of the ones you've heard in passing. In fact, some of them made you feel small and weak. But you'd never admit that out loud. 

And for some unlucky reason, you decided to not say Simon's… Ghost's. Maybe it was the fact that you and him spent more time together since that night in the training room. You had become somewhat of workout buddies. So maybe your brain had unconsciously thought that it was time to take the friendship to the next level.

"Uhm, Ghost, I need help with uh…" Your mind went blank. You can just tell from the way he towered over you with his arm crossed that he was not happy.

He stared down at you. "Don't call me Simon."

"I'm sorry."

"With this mask on, I'm Ghost. Don't make the same mistake. Do you understand me?"

You lowered your head like you were a scolded child. "Yes, LT."

He let out a sigh and ruffled your hair. "Alright. What do you need help with?"

Despite Ghost's initial annoyance with you, you had definitely grown on him. There was something refreshing about you. You weren't trigger happy, you paid attention during missions, and you never acted out of line. You were a good soldier. Not as strong as the others, but you worked hard. And Ghost appreciated that. 

Over time, he had stopped correcting you whenever you accidentally called him Simon. He had stopped glaring at you and acting like you were a worthless rookie. You two had grown close. He might even say that you two were friends. But only if he didn't actually think about it. He'd never admit it otherwise.

"Simon!!"

There it was again. He groaned, and yet there was a flicker of light in his eyes. "Do you have to sound so… happy all the time?"

"Of course."

"God, you're annoying."

"So I'm growing on you?"

"Don't push it."

Rule #3: Don't touch him.

This one should have been obvious. And honestly, you didn't mean to touch him so suddenly. It was a mistake, but it was one that had big consequences. You two had grown closer and so he was much more comfortable around you, but not this comfortable. You were also comfortable enough to the point the rules had all but flown out of your head.

Ghost wasn't a bad guy. At least in the sense that he wasn't an asshole. Like everyone else in the military, he was tired of shit and didn't want to socialize. Understandable. It wasn't like you thought you could break down his walls. You weren't the type of person to go around with the need to "fix" people. You just so happened to get close to him and he just so happened to let you in little by little. And you didn't want to betray that.

Ghost's breathing was heavy as he pinned you against the wall. his forearm was pressed firmly against your throat, eyes wide and almost crazed looking. The mugs you were holding were shattered on the ground, coffee spilled everywhere. You just stared at him in shock.

"Don't ever fucking do that again."

That was walking up beside him and bumping your hips into his side. You had wanted to give him a cup of coffee because you knew it was going to be a long night of paperwork. But before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall. Your heart was practically in your stomach at this point. But all you could think about was how hostile his tone was.

Definitely not doing that again.

Rule #4: Don't ask about his past.

An easy to follow rule. Simple. It was something unsaid in the military. Everyone has their scars, both mental and physical. It's best that most of those are kept secret. The incident from two weeks ago was just an example of that. You didn't blame him. In fact, you ended up apologizing for not being more aware. And it fixed things. Kinda.

Being in the military sucked. Being in the special forces sucked even more. You had thought you were strong. I mean, you were working with one of the best teams in the world. That meant you were strong. And yet… your mind felt like it was breaking. You couldn't take it anymore. Everything you've witnessed, everything you had to do kept replaying in your mind over and over.

A storm raged outside. You curled up on the couch in the breakroom, a blanket wrapped securely around you. The power had gone out long ago and everyone decided to call it a night. You didn't want to be alone. Everything was so loud. The thunder, the rain, the wind. It filled your ears with an unbearable cacophony. Breathing became hard as you stared off into nothing. Images flitted across your brain, jarring and vivid. It won't stop. Why won't it stop?

"Hey. Look at me."

You were drawn out by a soft, deep voice. And when your eyes focus, you see Ghost kneeling in front of you. He had his balaclava pulled off, revealing his concerned gaze. You didn't know you had even been crying before you let out a sob and covered your face with your hands. Ghost was by your side in an instant. He grasped your wrists lightly and pulled them down.

"Look at me, alright? We're gonna take deep breaths."

You nodded and kept your eyes trained on him. In and out. In and out.

He gave you a rare smile. "There we go. Are you alright?"

Your voice got caught in your throat and you shook your head. "Everything is so… I can't stop thinking about-"

Simon's arm wrapped around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. "I know. I know."

There was something so comforting about being in his arms. The way it felt like security. Like it was safe.You listened to his heart. Nothing else existed in this moment except for that sound. A steady thump, thump, thump. You closed your eyes and let out a shuddering breath.

"I know it's hard." He murmured. 

"Have you ever had something happen to you and you just… can't forget it?"

For once, he didn't try to back away. He didn't scold you or get angry. He opened up. "Of course I have. There's some shit I've seen and I just wish I could erase it all."

You leaned into his arms. "How do you deal with it?"

"You don't. At first, you just gotta let it go… And run its course. Eventually, you'll grow numb to it."

"I don't want to be numb."

Ghost didn't respond. He just pulled you in closer. In that moment, something had changed between the two of you. He wasn't one for giving comfort. And yet he didn't hesitate to make sure you were ok. He didn't care that you had asked him about his past, no matter how vague. For once… he just let himself feel. 

Rule #5: Don't try to get close to him.

Ghost watched as you sat angrily on the training floor mat. Your arms were crossed and you had a pout on your lips. Yes, you were acting like a child. But you were beyond annoyed at Ghost. For the past couple of weeks he had done nothing but berate you over and over. At first it was your uniform being too messy. Then it was being too slow. And now it was just not being good enough.

He had forced you to train every day. Even after missions. You loved working out with him as much as the next guy, but damn it. He was acting like a god damned drill sergeant in basic training. There was something wrong and your relationship with him went to friendship to something… bad. He just stared down at you and sighed.

"You done yet?"

"No, I'm not." You stood up. "I am doing perfectly fine. Do you have to nitpick everything?"

"Fine isn't good enough. You need to be perfect."

You let out a frustrated noise. "But why?! My performance during missions is good. No one is complaining, not even Captain Price!"

"Does it look like I give a shit?" Ghost took a step towards you, towering over you. "You're acting like a pathetic child."

"And you're acting like an overbearing asshole."

That was enough to make him snap. He grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the training room, away from prying eyes. You silently cursed yourself. You were really in for it now. He was gonna take you in his office and yell at you. And you did not feel like you were in the mood for a lecture. Once you arrived, he shoved you inside and slammed the door behind you.

"Apologize. Now."

"For what?"

"Insubordination and getting on my fucking nerves."

Your eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Seriously, LT?! I didn't do anything!"

"You have an attitude."

This was enough. You had enough. "I don't have a fucking attitude! I've been improving every single day but that's not good enough for you! I thought we had gotten close and become friends, but you just started acting like a hard ass! What did I do, huh?! Why am I such a fucking nuisance to you!?"

"Because!" Ghost walked forward until your back was against your desk. "You made me care for you! No matter how fucking annoying you were, you still somehow managed to squeeze your aggravating ass into my mind! Every time you overstepped, you apologized immediately and made sure not to do it again! You cared for me in ways no one would notice! You became a constant in my life and I'm scared I'll lose that. So yes, I'm a hardass! But only because I won't be able to stand it if you suddenly died!"

"I won't die!" You yelled, your hands gripping the edge of his desk. "Of course our work is dangerous, but I trust you and this team! And so what if you started to care for me?! Newsflash Simon, people care about each other! It's normal!"

"What did I fucking say about calling me that?!"

"You didn't seem to complain for the past couple of months, Simon."

"Shut the fuck up! You're so fucking annoying!"

"Make me!"

You had pushed down your feelings for Ghost and told yourself it would never happen. It would be stupid of you to think it would, right? And yet here he was, tugging down his balaclava and trapping you against the desk. His lips smashed against yours, drawing a pained gasp from you. And yet you pushed back with just as much force. Your arms wrapped around him as the kiss softened. His lips felt perfect around yours and he tasted of cherry gatorade. You drank him in, letting the feelings you had grown free. 

The kiss seemed to last forever. It was like Ghost was hungry for your touch, for your love. Not that you complained. He had let you break one of the most important rules of all: Don't try to get close to him. Yet here you were, pressed against him and kissing him like he would disappear.

"You're such a fucking brat." He breathed against your lips. 

You laughed slightly and pulled away. "And yet, you can't let me go."

"No, I can't." His hands moved to your waist and squeezed. "I don't want to let you go."

"I won't leave you, Simon Riley. I promise."

"Please don't break that promise."

[spidergutz-writes]

What are some fluff hcs that you have for any and all of your handsome boys?? How would you spend a day with them? What are dates each of them would take you on?

meadow! Your spoiling me with all these delicious and amazing ideas!!

I’ll actually probably make this in 2 or 3 parts just so I can fit all mah bois :) (if requested, I will also add in some of my favorite gals!)

RED GUY:

Hand holding to the max!!

could be watching the most horrific thing unfold infront of him, and his hand would still be slotted in with yours

making dinner? He’s holding your hand.

watching tv? He’s holding your hand.

sleeping? Yup, he’s holding your hand!

he's a very shameless person when it comes to the softer things in your relationship

will not hesitate to pull you into his lap for cuddles.

also won’t hesitate to cling to you on every part of the day.

your cooking? Well so is he, now.

he loves cooking with you. It’s just so…normal.

normality is not something he experiences a lot, so even when you two are doing simple and mundane things, he enjoys it to the fullest :)

bro's sense of humor is so bad, but it gets to the point where it’s so ungodly terrible, that it becomes funny.

“Hey...what do you call a prisoner walking downstairs?”

“i dunno..What do ya call 'em?”

“..a CONDESCENDING… :D”

he thinks he’s funny, so please laugh :((

dates include him and you cooking a dessert of some sort.

his favorite is making apple cobbler pie with you :3

often you’ll end up with flour hand prints on your ass and some whipped cream on your nose.

he's just a silly guy doing silly things with his ooohh sooo silly partner!!

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JIN BUBAIGAWARA: (what? He dies? No. No he doesn’t. Not here. He lives. That’s the reality we have here. Deal with it. Go argue with the wall idc.)

my sweet sweet baby boy. Where should I start?

okay, before he overcomes his trauma:

Took his mask off infront of you once, and now he can’t stop.

hes addicted to how you kiss his scar

how you coo at him and tell him he’s so handsome 🥺

Will fight for you if it’s serious. He’s still scared he’s a clone :((

will stand up for you tho

anyone says anything bad about you? He’s cursing them out while his alter ego is making weirdly terrifying threats.

”YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY, HUH?” “I hope you sleepwalk into oncoming traffic...” “DONT YOU FUCKIN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY PARTNER” “I hope everyone you love leaves you.���”

Dates consist of you two sitting on top of rooftops while having a picnic. Talking shit, cuddling, and eating.

you two end up falling asleep in each others arm a lot, admiring the sunset or the moon.

he is a human heating pad. Like seriously. You don’t need a blanket when he’s around

Loves lying on his back with you laying on his chest :)

is a little shy :(

Thinks you don’t want others to know you two are a thing :(((

but when you hold his hand in public or in front of the league? He melts.

When you first kissed his lips over the mask in public? He cried a little

tears of joy :)

can’t cook for shit. That man burns water.

don’t ask me how, but you tasked him to make breakfast one morning, and a fire broke out.

there was also mayonnaise on your ceiling. Again, don’t ask, not even he knows.

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Simon Riley "Ghost" (this motherfucker doesn't die either. if anyone tells me otherwise, meet me at the Arby's parking lot at 6, BECAUSE I WILL FIGHT YOU)

oh my lawdy lawd. he is just SO FINE, WHERE DO I EVEN START??

this man has issues. he's really touch starved, but doesn't know how to accept any light touches.

he might shy away from your light advancements, because he's so used to any physical bringing harm or ill intent towards him.

but when you kiss his cheek, and hug his (slutty) little waist, he folds like a lawn chair on a hot summer day.

will scream, cry, throw up, roll on the ground, and promptly die if you ever serve him tea in a bowl (the French do this.)

likes to go to the gym with you. he loves to see you work out iykwim.

Ghost has never been a man for soft things, but he Isn't Ghost with you. With you, he's Simon Riley, a man who longs to have a sense of normalcy, a man who wants to take you out to nice restaurants, and a man who wants to bend down on one knee for you, and ask that burning question that lays in the back of his mind 24/7

he wants to do all of those things, but its going to take time. his insecurities tell him you deserve a man who can do more for you, but as always, you wash those thoughts away for him.

for now, his dates consist of concealed places, like the safety of either his, or your home, where he can take off his mask, safely. sitting, watching movies, drinking wine or scotch, and cuddling.

He's a big advocate on "actions speak louder than words" so he doesn't say "I love you" too often, but when he does say it? you better get the tissues. because he only says it during a really vulnerable moment of his, like when he's calming down from a PTSD induced flashback, or a panic attack, or when its late, in the middle of the night, when he knows its just him and his demons awake, with you sleeping soundly in his arms.

believe it or not, THIS MAN CAN COOK-

listen, i know he's British, and i know he's in the military, but that man just radiates "I'll make you a five star meal before i snap your neck"

he is a god when it comes to making steak. give him a basic ass steak, some spices, and a few other side ingredients and he'll give you a true taste of heaven. A taste of heaven from a man from hell.

we love him all the same though <3

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holy fucking hell this took WAY too long, and I took some extra time on Ghosts.

as always, any type of constructive criticism is appreciated, no matter how harsh or small it is <3

[someones-here-for-sure]

intro post 4/25/2025

MY NAME IS SAM!

HE/HIM/ZE/ZEM/IT/ITS

TRANSMASC + ABROROMANTIC + ACEFLUX

I AM A MINOR(14)

I AM A CHRISTIAN

I AM NOT HUMAN.

HOBBIES

INTERESTS

MOOTS

tags!

Sam is sad - Vents, please be wary I may forget to add trigger warnings beforehand, but typically I vent about dysphoria, Dysmorphia, self harm, suicidal thoughts/ideation, disordered eating, self hatred, depression, and anxiety. (I VENT ALOT SO. MAYBE BLOCK THIS TAG IF YOU DON’T WANT SO MUCH NEGTAIVITY.)

Sam watches stuff - reactions to things I’m watching, currently I’m watching The dragon prince, and soon I’ll be picking it back up again so yippie ! Asks and such - exactly what the tag says

More to be added depending whatever

Blogs!

@sams-art-domain - Art account, please go follow it

@sam-is-lonely-and-loud-about-it - yearning and such, go flirt with me or smth

@finn-has-fins - Oc rp acc, PLS INTERACT WITH HIM

@zyn-iz-a-sinner - other OC rp acc! Pls interact !!

@i-love-everyone-4-u - Failed gimmick

@plastic-eating - failed gimmick

@ya-boy-be-reblogging - Reblog account(Note: Still tag my main for tag games/reblog chains and stuff)

@sammy-is-small - Age regression acc

DNI: TERFS, HOMOPHOBES, SEXISTS, RACISTS, PEDOPHILES, TRUMP SUPPORTERS, ELON SUPPORTERS, - IF YOU ARE PART OF ANY OF THESE GROUPS I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE.

Boundaries: DM’s are open(18+ ask before DMing tho pls), NEW MOOTS ARE WELCOME!!! Please communicate clearly your intentions in being my friend/not wanting to be my friend, if I make you upset please tell me as soon as possible. Please try to avoid jokingly insulting me as I am stupidly sensitive and it does hurt my feelings even if I know you’re joking. Moots can vent anytime, I’m here to be available when I can! CLOSE MOOTS! IF YOU WANT MY GMAIL ASK AND I’LL DM YOU, I AM 1000% MORE AVAILABLE IN GOOGLE CHAT.

Hope you have a good day <3

blinkies under the cut

[thatgirlfromthegraveyard]

Has anyone seen Guillermo Del Toro’s sci-fi horror movie Splice (2009)? Something’s been on my mind about it. Spoilers below.

So, I’m not usually one to like sex scenes in movies, especially rape scenes. A lot of the time I find them unnecessary or lazy, especially in horror. I know a lot of people feel that way about the two sex scenes in this movie, but I disagree.

So, what is it? Splice is a modern Frankenstein, a story about a creature incapable of being loved by the humans it was created and formed by. In which biologist couple Clive and Elsa are tasked with creating hybrid creatures using a mix of different animal species DNA. After an initial success, Elsa, unbeknownst to Clive, creates another hybrid by mixing DNA from the initial hybrids with her own. The rapidly-growing hybrid, named Dren, acts just as monstrous as a humanimal would be expected to. The couple keeps Dren in isolation, fearing repercussions and the loss of their research efforts if she was discovered.

So it’s very clear from the beginning that Elsa is Dren’s mother, biologically and emotionally. Elsa feeds, clothes, teaches, etc. I’ve seen people refer to Clive as Dren’s father but…honestly, he really isn’t. Elsa treats Dren as the child she wants her to be, Clive treats her like the experiment she was supposed to be. Clive is disgusted at Dren’s existence, even moreso when he discovers that Elsa used her own DNA to produce her. Clive does not attempt to bond or connect to Dren, calls her “the creature”, “the experiment”, or “the subject”, and actively tries to kill her on multiple occasions. There is a scene when Dren is toddler-age where she gets sick and is actively dying, and while Elsa attempts to save her by using a cold bath to bring her fever down, Clive physically pushes Elsa away and attempts to drown Dren. He is unsuccessful, as it’s revealed that she has amphibious lungs, but Clive very specifically did not know that and very specifically lied to Elsa that he did. “Father” of the year everyone. It would be more accurate to refer to Clive’s relationship with Dren as “her mother’s boyfriend”.

Now, here’s a big point that the movie spells out explicitly but a lot of people seem to miss (or ignore): Neither Elsa nor Clive wanted to be parents. Clive, from the beginning, wanted to be a scientist and nothing but. His intention was to remain detached and clinical, to treat his animal test subjects as a stepping stone for knowledge. Elsa is explicitly maternal, caring and cooing and playing the part of a doting mother. But that’s the thing, she is PLAYING the part.

When Dren starts getting older (read: stops being a small, stupid, easily-commanded child) and wanting to do things like go outside, or keep a cat she found as a pet, or eat meat, Elsa stops acting like a good mother. She starts with yelling at and berating Dren. After Dren runs away from a confrontation and hides in her bed, Elsa follows her, and takes away her cat (a cat that she’d been taking apparently good care of, considering it was healthy and comfortable enough to purr while she held it). Elsa’s violent reaction to Dren’s (pretty normal for a kid/teenager I might add) disobedience culminates after Dren has an emotional reaction to having her pet taken, and having her request to go outside denied.

Dren pushes Elsa to the ground, threatens her with a venomous tail spur, and steals the key to her enclosure from around Elsa’s neck. It should be noted that Dren does NOT harm Elsa, rather unlocks the door and goes outside to look at the sun. Elsa responds by hitting Dren on the back of the head with a shovel, knocking her out, and strapping her to a gurney. In one of the most gut-wrenching scenes in the movie, Elsa surgically removes the end of Dren’s tail while she’s awake and struggling, all the while recording audio logs of the process where she repeatedly refers to Dren as a subject.

Clive walks in after the fact, with Dren still strapped to the gurney with a bloody stump at the end of her tail. At this point in the movie, the couple switches roles, with Elsa now seeing Dren as nothing but an experiment, and Clive seeing her as a person.

Elsa did not want a child. Elsa wanted a baby. Clive calls this out directly early on (while also notably avoiding the fact that he was complicit in Dren’s creation), by chastising Elsa for treating an infant Dren “like a pet”. Clive brings attention to this concept again directly later on, telling Elsa that she “never wanted a normal child, something you couldn’t control”. That is the main thesis of the story, that neither Elsa or Clive, nor their predecessor Victor Frankenstein, were prepared or willing to take care of a person.

They created monsters, because they did not want to be responsible for children who would grow up to be people. But like in many of Guillermo Del Toro’s works, a person is a person whether or not they’re a monster. They created monsters, because they would not love a child that could disobey. In both stories, the creature is not human, and is brought up in isolation because their creator and their world will not love anyone who isn’t human. In Splice specifically, Dren’s idea of love is formed by two things: Elsa’s treatment of her, and Clive’s treatment of Elsa.

So what does that mean for the sex scenes, and why am I writing so many words to justify them? Put simply, Dren has only seen love through two lenses, the violence of a mother who did not want a child, and the passion of sexual intimacy. It should be noted that Dren did NOT show any interest in sex until after she watched Clive sleep with Elsa, and that she did NOT show any interest in Clive until he stopped her from running away by telling her that he loved her, and giving her a hug. It should also be noted that Clive did not see her a person until she started talking (well, forming words with scrabble tiles), ie. forming and expressing independent thought. Don’t take this as me defending Clive, he was still complicit in Dren’s creation and directly involved in her isolation and abuse, but it’s important to note the differences in how he and Elsa thought about Dren.

Dren is, just like Frankenstein’s monster, an example of a tragic abomination. Both are people, whose parent wanted to create, but did not want to deal with the consequences of creation. Both are people who watched and learned from a stranger that was so disgusted with their existence that they tried to kill them.

By the time Dren is an adult, she’s internalized that love is violence, and love is sex. First she seeks out sex from Clive, who tells her to stop, then initiates again after she pulls back. What a Totally Great And Not Terrible At All way to teach the mutant monster girl the idea of consent, Clive. At the end of the movie, Dren has become fully a monster. She hunts and kills the strangers that discover her.

Which brings us to the scene that most people cite as the most disgusting scene in the movie: Dren, presumably because of the mollusks or insects in her DNA, has become male, and rapes Elsa. Is it disturbing? Absolutely. Is it morally abhorrent? Yes of course. Is it out of character or lazy shock? No, not at all. There’s a very important callback, punctuated by the fact that it is Dren’s only spoken line in the entire movie. When Elsa asks what she wants, Dren parrots the exacts words Elsa told her as a child.

“I, inside you.”

Elsa taught Dren that her love had nothing to do with Dren herself, and everything to do with the fact that Dren contained her DNA. Clive taught Dren that if you love someone, you fuck them whether or not they say no. What Dren did was awful and disgusting, but the horror of her actions doesn’t come from the monstrous acts she committed, but from the fact that it was never her fault she became that kind of monster in the first place. Even Elsa’s resulting pregnancy ties into that concept, the idea that she will never fully escape from the monster she created.

Elsa taught Dren that she loved her, on the condition that she was, as she put it, inside of her. All Dren did was return the favor.

In other words, hoes mad when the horror be horrific.

[scaryspears]

Mileena: Thoughts and Opinions

These are my thoughts and opinions on Mortal Kombat that a bunch of people probably won't care about, but I thought I should post them here. Now I will be using past games as reference, even though every character's interpretation/counterpart is different, they still play part to the canon storyline.

[Warning: This post is very long. Revealing cosplay.]

I always saw Mileena as eccentric rather than crazy. The eating people thing? She's not human and is a fang faced creature, we are not to be surprised.

Appearance: Now before Mkx the female characters were sexualized for marketing purposes, but a lot of the fandom recognises Mileena to be the go to when it comes to sexualization. Even when Mkx took the designs more seriously Mileena still has that flare of... marketing. In mk11 that goes out of the window. Now mind you, I like the costumes and skins for Mileena in this game, I'm a sucker for kimonos, and that kimono still has a titty window and comes off as more revealing than Kitana's. Even when you put Mileena next to Kitana, knowing what she looks like without the mask, she's still seen as the 'hotter one' out of the two.

I think it's just the fact they babied her. And when I say they babied her I don't just mean her childish attitude that is significantly different to mk9, I'm talking about her face model. In another post I headcanoned that Kitana is 17-19 in human years because I genuinely believe she looks like she's around that age. In the previous games Kitana and Mileena both look like they are in their mid to late 20's which is how they were able to get sexualized.

Because of the redesigns I think it retconned the interactions that took place between the characters.

Ships

I find it bizarre that most of the male roster roasts the hell out of her, yet have an undertone of flirting based on interactions I've seen. Now, that's probably me being delusional and pulling at strings just to make a ship happen, but it's there.

Mileena + Kung Lao (If I'm feeling bold), Liu Kang (If I'm feeling bolder), Kuai Liang, Hanzo (childhood ship), Takeda ("You can look but you can't touch"), Stryker (watched Sonic XD's mk9 sucks video), Erron Black (I mean he did date Nitara and Skarlet), Bi Han/Noob Saibot

Out of all these ships I've listed I feel the most strongly about shipping her with Bi Han. It's mainly because of a post I saw, which was based on a meme. 

Kitana: Am I ugly?

Liu Kang: No. 

Mileena: Am I ugly

Bi Han/Noob Saibot: Yes. 

Mileena and Bi Han are dating in this meme, btw. I think it was built on the fact that Bi Han can see her for the tarkatan she is but it doesn't disturb him. I don't think he goes out of his way to mock her, either, he's merely analytical of her. Following one of my headcanons, he takes things literal, meaning he has no intentions of harming her emotionally.

Yes, I ship him and Sereena, but I like to try new things.

"We have met before." - Mileena

"In the Netherrealm, where I consumed your soul." - Bi Han/Noob Saibot

That wasn't supposed to sound sweet, but it did. To me. There's also this video.

They both have sibling problems and were killed unfairly. Mileena's crown was snatched from her while Bi Han was made a slave alongside Scorpion. You know, the guy that killed him. They fought Kabal together.

Oh, and they can both teleport :).

It could be argued that Noob has a better chance with Skarlet since she reminds him of Sereena, but I like her interactions with Sub Zero.

I'm starting to think I should write a yandere Liu Kang/Kung Lao x Mileena (one sided), I mean Kung Lao wanted Kitana too so he could see Mileena as some kind of replacement.

Family:

I think Shao Kahn does feel some kind of fatherly attachment to her, although I headcanon that he's a narcissistic father. In Mk11 story mode he was ready to kill D'Vorah the second he found out she killed Mileena. Protective dad. I think some of it comes from the father-daughter bond he has with Kitana. While Shao Kahn did say that he kept her around just to appease Sindel, he had no need to do that after her death, so he technically adopted Kitana just because he could. And then teenage rebellion kicked in and he had her replaced by Mileena.

"Where's this boldness been hiding, Kitana? Had you shown it before, I'd have no need for Mileena." I think Shao Kahn did care for Kitana but not in a way that his mind can fully address. But he prefers Mileena, as she's the version of Kitana that won't betray him. Even though Mileena was created as a replacement he still recognised her as an heir, and his daughter.

I also think Shao Kahn can't produce children... I mean I still see Skarlet as his adopted child. Dude's straight up just picking up daughters.

Shao Kahn being a dad:

"Raiden chooses champions poorly." - Shao Kahn

"This from the man who chose Mileena?" - Liu Kang

"Do not mock my daughter!" - Shao Kahn

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"Those who betray me suffer, Black." - Shao Kahn

"Our contract died when you did." - Erron Black

"You should've served Mileena." - Shao Kahn

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"You'll pay for Mileena, D'Vorah." - Shao Kahn

"This one did Outworld a service." - D'Vorah

"And so shall I." - Shao Kahn

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"With Sindel's return our family is complete." - Shao Kahn to Mileena

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"Daughter, you have returned." - Shao Kahn

"To reclaim my place at your side from Skarlet." - Mileena

"First prove yourself her better." - Shao Kahn

Yeah, he's a narcissistic parent.

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"You didn't teach me blood magic." - Mileena

"Sorcery is Skarlet's gift, not yours." - Shao Kahn

"You'd never know, you never gave me a chance." - Mileena

That sounds like sibling jealousy, Skarlet was certainly adopted.

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"Back from the dead, I see." - Rain

"You must answer for scheming against Mileena." - Shao Kahn

"Your daughter got exactly what she deserved." - Rain

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Bonus: Kitana

Kitana is just so out of pocket. Now to be fair, she reacted in a way that is understandable. If I found out someone cloned me and I was face to face with that clone I would freak out too. But it's what happens afterwards. Kitana claimed that Mileena attacked her when it was the other way around.

Now if we follow the events of mk9 and not the events that came before it, Kitana never got to even know Mileena, so that comment was uncalled for. Not only that, but Mileena was welcoming towards Kitana upon first meeting her. While she was created to replace Kitana, that was not her priority when she woke up and saw Kitana for the first time. It's very clear that Kitana has absorbed Shao Kahn's narcissistic habits.

Now with some interactions:

"You're more my sister than Mileena." - Kitana

"So why must we fight again?" - Jade

"Where there are siblings there is rivalry." - Kitana

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"I don't suppose you have a sister." - Kung Lao

"There is only Mileena." - Kitana

"Thank you. I'll pass." - Kung Lao

I think Kitana actually carries pride over being the pretty one. I also think she took pleasure in making Kung Lao uncomfortable.

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"You will be queen of the damned." - Noob Saibot

"That honour is Mileena's" - Kitana

Out of pocket, no one said Mileena's name yet Kitana brought her up just to insult her.

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Skarlet and Mileena should've had a bond of some kind that wasn't antagonistic. I already wrote a post about this some years ago on my old Tumblr account, but I deleted it so I have to start over with this post. In Skarlet's original story (before the retcon) she was created in the flesh pits and even appears a few times during the mk9 story mode, so by that alone Mileena and Skarlet have a connection.

In the retcon Shao Kahn is the one to teach Skarlet blood magic, but I always saw sorcery as Shang Tsung's speciality since Shao Kahn has his kingly duties to fulfil so I think it would be much more fitting if Shang Tsung taught her under Shao Kahn's orders, that way her and Shang Tsung have a bond of their own being teacher and student to compliment the fact that he created her back in mk9.

Now, Kitana has Jade so it was an opportunity to have an evil doppelganger situation with Mileena and Skarlet. They both like gore, they both hate Kitana because Kitana was mean to them, and they both don't like Jade. They both also have a thing for Sub Zero, which means they have similar tastes. They should get along. And for them to not get along I think it should've been the normal sibling dynamic where they would easily get into fights and do little things that annoy the other, but deep down are fond of each other. Something that counters Kitana and Jade's you're like a sister to me that you don't see real siblings experience.

If we're gonna follow the fact that they should get along, then Skarlet could've been the cool older sister. She had a boyfriend (Erron), she is good at what she does, and she's just as feral as Mileena but is more laid back. I can picture her helping Mileena with her makeup and her training. The sister that Kitana never was and refuses to be. On Skarlet's part it could be a thing where she remembered how it felt for Kitana to belittle her and for Jade to shun her for not being Edenian, and decides that she refuses to be the same to Mileena.

I have said a bunch of times that Shao Kahn sort of adopted Skarlet or sees her as a child of his. He took her away from the streets because she showed fire, and that's how a lot of adoptions go from what I heard, there's something about the kid that sparks something in that parent. But I think because Skarlet doesn't have royal blood and is a street urchin is what doesn't make her worthy of the title of daughter in Shao Kahn's eyes even if the bond is potentially there.

As much as I would love them to get along, Skarlet is jealous of Mileena. The fact that a clone was able to be given the title 'daughter' in a blink of an eye in comparison to Skarlet who had been serving him for more than centuries. "Shao Kahn needs no more Kitana clones!" is her way of saying that she wants to be recognised, loved and appreciated. "A pity you will never be his daughter." from Shang Tsung wasn't just any statement, he can see that this street urchin orphan who will not be mourned wants a parental figure in her life, and that unfortunately became Shao Kahn. There could've been the potential that it would be Shang Tsung, but we all know what he's like, he would see her as nothing more than a student who wants something more.

Skarlet lusts for power, and I theorise it is because she's trying to fill a hole, which is common in people who lack certain things in their life such as emotional stability and parental support. Having power will give her that sense of control over her life, supposedly.

Following my headcanon that Skarlet desiring Skao Kahn is a sign of her insanity, her need for security, appreciation and love has been perverted by the very thing that gives her power. Poor Skarlet.

[thosedangnuns]

Assigning d&d alignments to Warrior Nun characters

This was not as easy as I thought it would be - feel free to disagree! Many characters change throughout the course of the show - so often I'm giving a before/after. WTH am I talking about? --

Ava starts CN - caring only for herself, without a moral compass but no malice to her actions.

But as she starts to care for her sisters she is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice: CG

Bea starts as the paragon of LG, fighting for good (and God) even at the expense of her own identity

But when the usual methods fail to protect Ava and her sisters she says to hell with the rules: NG

Camila starts LN - the rule follower at the OCS, doing her job even if it's not always the right thing to do.

But when she receives her message from god she slips to NG, willing to bend the rules and her faith for her sisters.

When we first meet Superion she is a solid LN, burned by rejection but still faithful to the church (if not god)

But after the betrayal she positively rejoices in breaking the rules to protect her daughters: CG

Mary is the epitome of CG - she is doing the right thing, for the right reasons, but she is doing it her way

And if you disagree with that you can talk to her two shotguns.

Lilith is LN throughout - fueled by her own righteousnous, for better of for worse - morals be damned.

Even final Lilith I don't believe is inherently evil, just misguided, fighting for her own justice.

Yasmine is NG throughout - willing to go against the church when necessary but still appreciating traditions.Traditions say not to eat anything that looks like a penis but corn on the cob is ok I guess ily Yasmine

Everything Shanon did she did for her sisters, and while she hid secrets from the OCS...she did so only because she knew about Vincent. She's definitely a G - probably an LG.

Fight me on this one Vincent is NG throughout, despite what is perhaps a CN or CE past. Even 'evil' Vincent's actions are for his version of the greater good. He is under a classic charm person spell (which is btw NOT mind control)

Duretti, power hungry, is a textbook LN. He wields it to get what he wants. While most of what he does is good, he is willing to commit atrocities to achieve it.

Salvius is the epitome of TN, while she loves her son her sacrifices for him are not even close to selfless.

And even her assistance to the sisters is more self-preservation and hope for Michael than altruism.

Kristian starts LN, using power to his own ends, but not malevolently. And by S2 he is classic LE, corrupted by power and clearly enjoying it.

JC and pals are classing CN, they're out for themselves, without intent to harm anyone else. While you could argue that JC started to drift towards CG he was just smitten with Ava (we've all been there)

(Chanel is an exception, because while she appears to be in it for the grift, she's the only one of the gang who shows Ava selfless and unconditional love). She is also objectively perfect. CG.

Miguel has some of that Lilith righteousness to him, so while his sacrifice is for the greater good... I'm not sure it was good that motivated him rather than duty. Iffy LN.

Adriel talks a big game, but he's only looking out for one man - Adriel. As a petty thief he may have once been TN, but he is now blatantly evil, though whether NE or LE is maybe unclear.

Can you assign an alignment to a god? If Reya has an alignment I haven't seen it. Just like ants probably can't tell if the human that stepped on their nest by accident is actually a decent person.

My man Carl will prob plead the Nuremburg defence but assuming he has free will then his actions are his. Even his final defeat of Adriel comes at Reya's behest, not his own. Carl is LN at best.

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[tornrose24]

Blobfish!Scratch/ The blobfish and Molly McGee au details and facts

I thought I’d expand upon story ideas for this au, in case anyone was curious.

Life for blobfish!Scratch before Molly

-While realistically most blobfish are better off in higher-pressure areas in the ocean, Scratch is a rare exception. He wasn’t keen on living in the depths where there’s a lot of scary things down there and gradually adjusted to lower pressure/the surface over the years. The catch was that it DID affect his appearance, like most blobfish that end up coming up to the surface.

-Scratch has seen parts of the world from the ocean, but he never felt like he was missing out on land life.

-He might not look like it, but for the longest time, Scratch didn’t like living a life where something could be out to get you every day, be they in water or on land, so he had a reason to stay away from humans.

-Scratch always had a preference for human food, but getting any was really hard for several reasons.

-He secretly wanted to experience what it’d be like to ride in one of those boats, though he’s aware that such an experience would equal death for him if a fisherman caught him.

-Sea creatures that have an intelligence similar to a human have the potential to become human if they consume human blood (It was never fully explained how this works in the main source of inspiration beyond ‘consume human blood equals eventually turn human). It just never occurs to Scratch that he has that option. Though obviously, he’s NOT a normal sea creature.

–Scratch cannot be out of the water for too long, but he doesn’t need to be fully submerged to survive.

Life for Molly before blobfish!Scratch

-The McGees moved to a seaside town as their forever home in this story. Their house was a fixer-upper that they got for cheap that’s close to the water, but not too close that a storm could wreck it.

-Molly lives on the outskirts of town, alongside the Chens who move in later.

-Molly met most citizens and Libby before Scratch. (The Chens come in while Scratch is in Molly’s care.)

-Molly got a fish tank on hand in case of finding any injured animals, when she heard how often some animals/creatures could get hurt in the water. The tank was from a second-hand store.

-Molly’s environmental concerns are more for the ocean and sea life in this setting.

-Libby’s mom still owns a bookstore.

-Andrea’s dad owns the boardwalk–with rides and everything–in addition to the Davenport store.

-While Molly’s optimism and helpfulness is well-liked by some, she was seen as an oddity by most.

Molly and Blobfish!Scratch

-Scratch got injured by stray trash in the ocean, in addition to narrowly escaping some predator creatures. He ended up collapsing near a beach that Molly was at.

-Molly has a habit of trying to clean up trash around the beach or checking out what’s in the tide pools when she found Scratch in the water. While she was stunned to see an actual blobfish, she instantly took him out of the water before any further harm could come to him. Luckily she had a bucket on hand to take him home.

-Scratch naturally panicked when he thought he was captured and assumed the worst. Molly could read his reactions and assured him that she had no intention of eating him and that he would stay with her until he fully recovered or unless he could get better medical help.

-The tank has colorful gravel, and maybe a couple of fake plants and a small castle. The water gets replenished every day for… well… you know.

–the tank was kept in the living room. Scratch bore witness to QUITE a lot in that part of the house, and was exposed to movies and video games for the first time.

-It took a while for Molly to earn Scratch’s trust. Especially as she gradually spoke to him.

-Molly was able to pick up on the fact that Scratch seemed a lot more attentive than most creatures and that he seemed to understand her and everyone else. She opted to only tell close friends and family members about this.

-Even without words, Scratch was cynical/realistic toward some of Molly’s plans that she’d discuss with him.

-Molly took up the habit of carrying Scratch around in a bucket (and then a bucket in a baby Bjorn), but she did it to show him off to Libby, at first.

-Darryl was the first person in the family after Molly to not immediately be repulsed by Scratch. He’d gleefully share a lot of his schemes with Scratch who was VERY interested.

-Some people were amused by Molly’s habit of carrying Scratch around town. Others were turned off by his weird appearance. Those who found Molly weird as is found her even more stranger than before for carrying around this seemingly hideous fish.

-Eventually, Scratch was able to calm down and was won over by Molly’s kindness and the fact that she’d converse with him. Also, she learned fast that he likes human food, even if he technically shouldn’t eat it.

–the first person outside of Molly’s family to warm up to Scratch was Libby.

-Yes, Scratch HAS met Mayor Brunson and was aware he owned a pet fish. Scratch mocked Goldie for having such a small bowl during Molly and Pete’s meeting with the mayor. The goldfish gave Scratch the equivalent of a certain human finger in response.

-Every time people assumed Scratch was Molly’s pet, she’d correct them and say he’s a friend.

-The more Scratch was around Molly and her friends and family, the more he felt at ease. The more he felt at ease, the more he began to realize what life on land was truly like. He didn’t feel the desire to be ‘part of their world’ until he wanted to be able to talk to Molly and join in the human activities with her and the others that he physically could not be able to do.

-Molly was working on one of her usual ‘enhappifying’ projects for the town when she got injured. She was making a model for an environmentally safe hangout and cut herself on a sharp sea shell. Scratch was just trying to help when he licked the blood off her hand, but he didn’t realize what this action could allow him until later.

-Scratch was with Molly and her family for close to a month when it was time to free him back into the ocean.

The near-drowning incident

-Molly wanted to keep Scratch, but her heart knew she had to let him go and it hurt her because he was yet another friend she’d have to say goodbye to. However, she missed the memo that the waves would be a bit more powerful than usual on the day she chose to free him.

-Also, I can’t imagine she had a chance to take enough swimming lessons before the incident happened.

-Meanwhile, Scratch didn’t want to go. He liked being in a safe place where he felt wanted and with someone who liked being with him, even if he hated that he had to be confined to a bucket and a tank in order to experience it. Yes, he had freedom in the ocean, but he realized how lonely he had been in it before this girl took him in. (Not to mention that the ocean was a lot more dangerous).

-While Scratch consumed human blood, he had no reason to trigger a transformation. It was his desperation to save Molly from drowning by the waves that finally triggered it.

-While it wasn’t shown in the drawings, the mid-transformation is far more terrifying in appearance and is actually painful.

-While Molly had informed her family that she’d free Scratch that day, she didn’t come home during the time she promised, nor did she say where she’d free him, which caused everyone to search for her.

Scratch barely managed to reach the shore before the transformation was finished and had to drag himself and Molly the rest of the way to safe ground. It was only when he finally collapsed in exhaustion that the transformation reached its end.

After the transformation

-Molly was found with Scratch, who was now human. Sharon assumed the worst and tried to beat him up at first. However Molly had recovered by this point and correctly assumed this strange man rescued her, but she remembered that her friend tried to save her and was worried for him.

-It broke Molly’s heart when she assumed her farewell with her friend had been ruined forever by the waves and her own stupidity.

-While Scratch was shocked by his change, everyone else took it as shock over him narrowly saving Molly from death AND from nearly dying himself, and he was invited to the house to recover.

-Scratch got used to his new voice by copying others for a bit (much to their confusion) before he finally opted to say the things he wanted to say.

-Molly didn’t recognize who Scratch was, though she appreciated that he saved her. It was only when he confessed his identity and said things that only her friend and herself would have known that she was able to finally recognize her friend. It was a happy moment for both of them, even if they were shocked by what happened to Scratch.

-The family had major doubts that this guy was indeed the fish Molly rescued. So Scratch revealed almost everything each family member had done or said when they were alone with only him as a witness, much to their shock and embarrassment.

-The same happened for Molly’s friends when they found out the truth.

-While Scratch is currently human, he lost the perks of being a blobfish and since he doesn’t know how to swim as a human, he currently lost that perk as well. It doesn’t bother him since he’s not keen on going back to the ocean any time soon.

And that’s all I got because I’m not ready to think too far ahead into the future of this au.