#canines are eating better than i am

[kataiki]

Nothing in this world is as cruel as finding a bag of beef jerky and it's dog treats

[redisthenewblue]

𝐉𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌

[Name] looks way better than whatever that is I swear.

Before Riddle's overblot incident, he saw you as somewhat inferior, and you accepted that without question. However, beneath his authoritative facade, he felt a clear discomfort when you were around. Calling you intimidating barely captures it; your tall, commanding presence, large, expressive eyes, and serious demeanor all added to that feeling. As a result, Riddle always kept a close watch on you, often finding some minor rule you had broken. Despite these ongoing challenges, your reliability was beyond question. Many believed that if Trey hadn't been a student at NRC, you would have undoubtedly taken on the role of Vice Housewarden. This opinion was especially shared by Ace, your junior, who found it completely puzzling that you chose to stay by the side of a housewarden often seen as a tyrant, particularly given Riddle's treatment of you before his overblot.

During Riddle's overblot, your collar was taken off, and he yelled in fury. In that moment, you underwent a transformation, becoming his equal in battle. Pain surged through you as you lost all control. Enormous wings—ten times your size—sprouted from your back, scales erupted from your skin, and antennas along with a pair of horns materialized on your head. You looked like something straight out of a horror story.

When Riddle recovered, he was taken aback by your strong personality. Being released from his collar confines, you were a completely different person. You broke the rules every once in a while and the worst part is, he didn’t get to tell you off. Maybe it was a voice from the back of his head telling him that that he owed you this freedom maybe it was the oath he made to relax on the rules. The best way to confront you using something besides the collar was a civil conversation.

“Riddle,” You leaned back in your chair peering at the male with half lidded eyes. “Cat got your tongue?” You teased your lips curling into a devious smile as your eyes reverted back to their normal unsettling appearance. Your pupils shift from side to side looking for something to get into.

“I—” Riddle sighed, “I’ve been lenient on you with the rules but you may not slack off like this.”

“Uhuh,” Your tail wrapped around a teacup and brought it to your lips. A bell rang in the distance. “What’s that? I gotta feed the flamingos?” You slipped away leaving behind a startled Riddle.

“[Name], what am I supposed to do with you?”

You were quite the unfortunate soul. Trey often caught glimpses of you peering into his parents' bakery during your childhood. You never stepped inside; you just stared. Your clothes were tattered and covered in dirt, with bruises and scrapes barely hidden beneath bandages. It was easy for him to understand what was going on. That’s why he couldn’t bring himself to scold you or Riddle. Instead, he often made it up to you by filling your mouth with the desserts you had always eyed.

When Riddle overblotted, it transformed you into a monster, both mentally and physically. Trey couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt for letting things spiral out of control. When the blot finally subsided and you returned to your former self, the first thing Trey did was apologize. To his surprise, you laughed it off, revealing your sharp canines. You were a completely different person now, commanding the attention of everyone around you. Perhaps they listened out of fear, but Trey wasn’t intimidated. All he could see was that cold, frightened child who used to linger around the bakery.

“What’s up?” You casually strolled into Heartslabyul's kitchen, leaning against the counter. “Any new treats?” You circled the counter with ease.

“It’s a bit boring, but I made pumpkin spice cakes,” Trey replied. “I wouldn’t eat them just yet; they’re hot—” But before he could finish, you had already devoured half of your portion, steam billowing from your nose.

“Twank chu,” you mumbled with your mouth full. Trey just shook his head with a fond smile before returning to the dishes. “You’ve got crumbs on your mouth, [Name].”

Cater never really had the opportunity for a one-on-one chat with you, but you definitely stood out. There was something intriguingly attractive about you. You were just tall enough to not overshadow Riddle, which was a nice balance. He had been hoping to feature you in his magicam, but the vibe around you seemed a bit off, especially with that ridiculously large collar around your neck. One thing that caught Cater's attention was how, during the entrance ceremony, you were so vibrant and commanding. Now, though, you were more reserved, creating space for others instead of taking it up yourself.

After the whole overblot incident, he finally managed to talk to you without Riddle looming nearby. You seemed quite popular, even if it was often for the wrong reasons, but you still maintained a laid-back attitude.

"You know what, hell yeah!" You snatched the phone from Cater's hands and hit the recording button.

“Suspect has a weird adversity towards cute things!" [Name] chuckled at Cater's shocked expression.

"I see how it is, [Name]," Cater joined in the laughter, enjoying the moment with you.

Ace was seriously annoyed with you, to put it bluntly. In his eyes, you were just another sycophant, yet another person enabling Riddle's behavior. He couldn't wrap his head around how you'd wear that collar for so long. I mean, for heaven's sake, he’s never seen you without it! Now, Ace might not be the brightest, but he’s not clueless; he’s noticed how you hesitate to do things, casting nervous glances at someone nearby as if seeking permission. It’s clear what the issue is.

What really took the cake was when Riddle pulled you into his overblot and wrecked the dorm's garden with your other form. He wasn't going to pin the blame on you for that, but you can bet he’ll bring it up frequently.

After the overblot, a transformation occurred within you, unveiling a previously hidden side. The compassionate person who once thrived on empathy began to starkly contrast this by exhibiting a bold arrogance that alienated others. Your self-centered behavior was concerning, as it seemed you were more focused on personal gain than the welfare of those around you. This shocking shift left friends and classmates confused by the significant change in your attitude. It seemed like the only way to get your attention was through impressing you. Ace’s best shot at doing this was through basketball tricks.

“Hey [Name] !” Ace called out to you as he leaped into the air to dunk the basketball in the hoop. To his dismay and slight surprise you joined him on the court.

“1 v 1?” He watched as you snatched the ball from his hands and dashed to the other side of the court with your tail swishing behind you. Did you just show him up?! Ace huffed, approaching you while also wiping the sweat from his brow.

“You’re on,[Name]. Try to keep up!”

Deuce occasionally spotted you around the dorm, exchanging polite greetings like "hello" and "good morning." Initially, he thought you might be a troubled student because of the color around your neck, but something didn’t quite add up. He had only seen you in the hallways and the dorm, which made him wonder how you could possibly break any rules if you were never anywhere else.

The pieces began to fit together after Riddle's Overblot. While you might not have been as skilled in magic as Riddle, you were still a descendant of the original Jabberwocky. It was clear that Riddle felt some level of intimidation toward you, and understandably so.

After the Overblot incident, you reminded him of one of his old troublemaking friends. You were a prankster who held yourself in high esteem, something people noticed but rarely spoke about. Even more evident was the fact that Deuce was one of your favorite dorm mates.

“Deucey,” you called out, a mischievous grin on your face. “What are you up to?”

“Potions! Making potions,” Deuce exclaimed in surprise as you leaned over from the top of the potion ingredients shelf.

“For Mr. Crewel’s class project, right?” You slid down slowly, approaching him. Your nose crinkled at the unpleasant smell of the potion. “You need to add more ingredients, Deucey,” you said, your large tail sweeping across the shelf and sending ingredients tumbling into the cauldron in one swift motion.

“[Name]?!” The potion began to fizz, bubble, and foam. “Is it supposed to do that?” Deuce took a nervous step back.

“Just give it a second, okay?” You waved off his concerns.

“But [Name], it’s—”

BOOM!

Smoke filled the classroom, momentarily blinding Deuce. When the haze cleared, you were gone, and the potion was… well, interesting? Next to the cauldron lay a small sticky note that he couldn’t decipher.

“What does ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! I have jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jujub bird, and shun, The frumious Bandersnatch!’ mean?”

It means, “Don’t tell Riddle I helped you! If he catches us, he’ll unleash hell on both of us!”

[cookies-after-dark]

I am the anon that talked about the Human Witch! Reader licking Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk, not the same person as 🐟-non, I think you just have two anons who really like the dynamic of two small freaks and their giant witch/deity of a partner I'll use ⭐👑 to help differentiate us.

I AM GLAD YOU LIKE THE PV AND SM BEING SO INTO THE HUMAN WITCH! READER THAT DEATH CANNOT PREVENT THEIR LOVE AND LUST FOR THE READER.

I'll give the rest of my thoughts that I held back on since I was not sure if the freak I brought was a freak accepted here (lighthearted)

So like, I was thinking Shadow Milk would want to tempt the Reader in going further than just licking, encouraging them to drag their teeth against his body, he loves the canine specifically cuz it plays into the slight predator/prey dynamic a Witch would lowkey have with a Cookie. Surely the Reader doesn't think he's some weak Cookie, pressing that canine into his dough gently isn't going to crumble him. How mean that they think he's fragile, they need to make it up to him by proving him wrong~

ALSO AFTERCARE. Like, SM and PV are small, SM can float around and use his strings to get Reader stuff so he might actually be in charge of that, might use the fact he's in control of that to mess with the Reader a bit. PV probably sits by the Reader, or more so sits on their forehead gently kissing and rubbing it while talking sweetly to them, he isn't really able to do much more I think but it's very sweet he still does try. Sure his dough and robes probably get a bit wet and stained from the beads of sweat he wipes away from your forehead but he can take a shower. He loves you more than the inconveniences that such a size (and species) difference would create. -⭐👑

additional tags: macrophilia, exophilia, predator/prey dynamics, whatever kink involves dragging giant teeth across a cookie body, gender neutral!reader

ships: witch reader x shadow milk cookie x pure vanilla cookie, beast x ancient

I'm so glad I waited until the newest update to answer this ask. Just in case nobody wants spoilers, I won't get into it here and will ibstead make a separate post tagged with spoilers, but just know that this is unreliable a very genius ask. Apollo's dodgeball of prophecy skills right there.

You and 🐟-non are onto something with cookies being lustful with witches. In their universe, imagine that being considered a monsterfucker. An exophiliac for giant gods that eat cookies. Depending on who knows about Shadow Milk and Oure Vanolla's love for you, that could be quite disturbing!

But really, they're too in love to care. Shadow Milk Cookie really just has no shame regarding how his cock perks straight up at the mere thought of you baring your fangs at him, perfectly capable of breaking him in half.

Pure Vanilla Cookie might be a little bit more shy about it in my opinion, but he can't deny the jam that rushes to his head and down below at being at your mercy.

Really, the love and trust those two have in you make it so much better. You could crumble them, you could eat them. The risk is there and everpresent, it looms over them just like your hulking figure. Your fingers made of flesh feel so strange but so good against their rough cookie bodies. Sometimes they get so horny that Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk even make out and play with eachother's bodies right on your palm in full view.

Shadow Milk Cookie loves to roleplay being chase by you, only barely dodging between your outstretched hands and nimbly slipping through your fingers. He's already breathing hard and fast by the time you have him 'cornered' on your large table, right up against some cook books. You even rub your hands and cackle, he's really, really into that silliness.

Pure Vanilla Cookie just loves to lay bare in your outstreched palm. Naked in every sense of the manner, his back is arched and his cock is standing straight up and throbbing before you. Letting your tongue and teeth gently scrape his body, dipping in between his legs and ass, that makes him shudder and cum all over your hand in mere minutes. It's euphoric for him to feel so vulnerable. To have his live literally in your hands.

And the best part? Afterwards, you're so gentle with the two of them. Shadow Milk Cookie loves to poke at you, taunting you for how soft you're being with a Beast such ad himself, but he loves being pampered by you. Dressed in new robes and drying safely from their treatment, you tuck them in and gush over them. Telling them how strong and capable they are. Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla aren't some pansy pushovers, no matter how they love to pretend to be.

[bestanimal]

Round 3 - Mammalia - Carnivora

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Our next order of mammals is Carnivora, mammals specialized primarily in eating meat. A diverse order, Carnivora contains the living families Canidae (“dogs”), Ursidae (“bears”), Phocidae (“earless seals”), Otariidae (“eared seals”), Odobenidae (“Walrus”), Mephitidae (“skunks” and “stink badgers”), Ailuridae (“Red Panda”), Procyonidae (“raccoons”, “coatis”, “ringtails”, “kinkajous”, and kin), Mustelidae (“weasels”, “badgers”, “otters”, “Wolverine”, and kin), Nandiniidae (“African Palm Civet”), Viverridae (“civets”, “genets”, “Binturong”, and kin), Herpestidae (“mongooses”), Eupleridae (“Malagasy mongooses”), Hyaenidae (“hyenas”), Prionodontidae (“Asiatic linsangs”), and Felidae (“cats”).

As the sixth largest order of mammals, Carnivora is very diverse and exhibits a wide array of body plans, varying greatly in size and shape. They usually have large, conical, thick, stress-resistant canine teeth. Most species have eyes on the front of their face, pointing forward. They often have a very well-developed sense of smell. Some carnivorans have retractile or semi-retractile claws. Carnivora is separated into two suborders, Caniformia and Feliformia, with Caniforms containing canids and their relatives and Feliforms containing felids and their relatives. (Yes, even in taxonomy, there is a dichotomy between cats and dogs.) Caniforms have longer jaws and more teeth, with less specialized carnassial teeth. They also tend more towards omnivory and opportunistic feeding, while the feliforms, other than the viverrids, are more specialized for eating meat. Some carnivorans have secondarily evolved mainly herbivorous diets. They exist in almost every habitat, from the polar North to hyper-arid deserts to marine seas.

Male carnivorans are usually larger than females. Some species are social while others are solitary. Some species only meet to mate, some form family groups organized around a breeding pair, and some involve a single male or males leading a harem of females and their young. Carnivores usually invest a lot into their young, teaching and raising them to adulthood.

Carnivoramorpha as a whole first appeared in the Paleocene of North America about 60 million years ago, as small marten-like or civet-like predators of insects, lizards, and other small vertebrates. Feliforms and Caniforms split around the Middle Eocene, about 42 million years ago. The precursors to the living feliforms remained forest-dwelling, arboreal or semi-arboreal ambush hunters, while the caniform precursors were more mobile, opportunistic hunters.

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Canids tend to live as monogamous pairs. Wolves (Canis lupus), Coyotes (Canis latrans), African Wild Dogs (Lycaon pictus), and Dholes (Cuon alpinus) live in groups that include a breeding pair and their offspring. Wolves may even live in extended family groups. Living in family groups allows these animals to work together to take down prey larger than themselves.

The Domestic Dog (Canis familiaris) was the first species to be domesticated by humans, from the Wolf (Canis lupus), more than 30,000 ago when humans were still hunter-gatherers. Domestic Dogs have evolved alongside humans, adapting to better understand and communicate with us, read human body language and expressions, and smell human emotions. Both dogs and humans release oxytocin while spending quality time together, a sign of a strong social bond. Over 340 breeds of Domestic Dog have been selectively bred for tasks such as hunting, herding, pulling loads, detecting a variety of scents, protection, and companionship, with various breeds also filling roles in therapy, aiding disabled people, and assisting police and the military.

According to the Creation Myths of the Serer People, jackals were the first animals on Earth, and the first intelligent beings before humans, and will be the last. In some stories, the jackal is sent to Earth by Roog as a messenger, and in others as a fallen prophet for disobeying the laws of the divine. The movements of the jackal are carefully observed, because the animal is viewed as a seer who came from the transcendence and maintains links with it. Although believed to be rejected by the other animals and deprived of its original intelligence, it is still respected because it dared to resist the supreme being who still keeps it alive.

The Polar Bear (Ursus maritimus) is the largest land carnivore, with adult males weighing 300–800 kg (660–1,760 lb) and being 200–250 cm (6.6–8.2 ft) long. Females are smaller at 180–200 cm (5.9–6.6 ft) with a weight of 150–300 kg (330–660 lb). Adults may stand 130–160 cm (4.3–5.2 ft) tall at the shoulder. The largest Polar Bear on record, reportedly weighing 1,002 kg (2,209 lb), was a male shot at Kotzebue Sound in northwestern Alaska in 1960.

The word “panda” derives from the Nepali word “ponya”, which means “ball of the foot” and “claws”. The Nepali word for the endangered Red Panda (Ailurus fulgens) is "nigalya ponya", which has been translated as "bamboo-footed", due to the animal’s adapted wrist bone which allows it to grip bamboo. When the Red Panda was first described in 1825, it was named an English shortening of this name: “panda.” For more than 40 years the Red Panda was known as simply the panda: the one and only panda. However, when the vulnerable Giant Panda (Ailuropoda melanoleuca) was described in 1869, it was also given the name panda. Historically, there was much debate over the taxonomic positions of these two species, as they were both carnivorans that had adapted to a very specific diet of mostly bamboo. However, we know today that the Giant Panda is indeed a bear and not closely related to the Red Panda, which is the only living member of its own family.

The endangered Giant Otter (Pteronura brasiliensis) is a semi-aquatic predator of north-central South America, and is capable of bringing down animals as tough as a small caiman. Giant Otters live in extended family groups, and are highly social with each other, but extremely territorial of other groups. Battles between groups sometimes break out at the boundaries between territories.

Weasels (genus Mustela) have a behavior called the “weasel war dance”, which consists of a frenzied series of hops sideways and backwards, often accompanied by an arched back and a frizzed-out tail. The weasel war dance happens when the animal is excited or happy, and often occurs after they have caught or killed their prey, or are playing.

Ferrets (Mustela furo) were domesticated from the European Polecat (Mustela putorius) around 2,500 years ago. The Romans used ferrets to hunt rabbits, rodents, and moles, as they are specifically adapted to squeeze into holes after prey. Genghis Khan, ruler of the Mongol Empire, is recorded as using an army of ferrets in a gigantic hunt in 1221 that aimed to purge an entire region of wild animals.

The smallest carnivoran is the Least Weasel (Mustela nivalis). Average body length (not counting the tail) in males is 130 to 260 mm (5 to 10.2 in), while females average 114 to 204 mm (4.5 to 8 in). Males weigh 36 to 250 g (1.3 to 8.8 oz), while females weigh 29 to 117 g (1 to 4.1 oz). Despite their diminutive size, Least Weasels are still effective predators, and can take on prey up to the size of a rabbit.

The North American Black-footed Ferret (Mustela nigripes) declined throughout the 20th century, primarily as a result of declines of its main prey, Prairie Dogs (genus Cynomys). In 1979, it was declared extinct. However, a small wild population was discovered in Meeteetse, Wyoming in 1981! A captive breeding program was launched, using these ferrets, and a reintroduction campaign was put into play. Today, over 200 mature individuals are in the wild across 18 populations, with four self-sustaining populations in South Dakota, Arizona, and Wyoming. In 2008, the Black-footed Ferret’s IUCN status was changed from “extinct in the wild” to “endangered”. In February 2021, the first successful clone of a Black-footed Ferret, a female named Elizabeth Ann, was introduced to the public. She was cloned using frozen cells from Willa, a female Black-footed Ferret who died in the 1980s and had no living descendants. This exciting development opened the doors to a new option for introducing much-needed genetic diversity into the captive breeding population. Elizabeth Ann could not breed herself, due to a condition unrelated to the cloning process, but in 2024, two new Black-Footed Ferret clones, Noreen and Antonia, were also cloned from Willa’s frozen cells. Antonia has since birthed a male and female kit, and Noreen is waiting for a suitable match.

The Honey Badger (Mellivora capensis) is famous for its strength, ferocity, and toughness. It is known for being able to fearlessly fight back when cornered, sometimes even dissuading Lions (Panthera leo) and Spotted Hyenas (Crocuta crocuta) from attacking it. It often raids beehives in search of honey and larvae, and is unbothered by bee stings, which have trouble penetrating its thick skin. They have been observed to kill and eat Black Mambas (Dendroaspis polylepis). They are also highly intelligent, and have been observed manipulating tools and performing complex problem-solving. Despite all this, they are only dangerous to humans if provoked, and most of their reputation comes from their willingness to defend themselves.

There are three species of raccoon, and the small, critically endangered Cozumel Raccoon (Procyon pygmaeus) is the rarest of them. It is native only to Cozumel Island off the coast of the Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico. It is estimated there are only around 192 mature individuals left in the world.

Walruses (Odobenus rosmarus) have powerful, mobile lips that they can use to generate high-powered suction. They do this to feed on one of their favorite prey items: clams. A Walrus can suck the meat out of a clam by sealing its powerful lips to the animal’s shell and withdrawing its piston-like tongue rapidly into its mouth, creating a vacuum. They can also use their mobile lips to whistle in the same way humans do!

The Baikal Seal (Pusa sibirica) is the only species of exclusively freshwater seal. They are native only to Lake Baikal in Siberia, Russia. The most recognizable characteristic of the Baikal Seal is its large, dark eyes. Lake Baikal is the deepest lake in the world, and has varying levels of light intensity. The seal’s large eyes allow it to take in as much light as possible in this environment.

The African Palm Civet (Nandinia binotata) is the most genetically isolated Carnivoran, being the only species within its whole superfamily.

The Jaguar (Panthera onca) employs an unusual killing method: it bites directly through the skull of mammalian prey, between the ears, to deliver a fatal blow to the brain. It does this with a powerful bite force of 1,500 PSI. This bite also allows it to pierce the shells of turtles and the osteoderms of caimans.

When Cecil the male African Lion (Panthera leo leo) was killed in July 2015 by Walter Palmer, an American recreational big-game trophy hunter, there was international uproar and a change in the atmosphere regarding trophy hunting. There was also worry amongst the scientists who had been studying Cecil’s pride that his cubs were now in danger. When one or more new male Lions replace a previous male(s) associated with a pride, they often kill any existing young cubs, to ensure that only their bloodline is produced going forward. However, Cecil had formed a partnership with another male lion named Jericho. When Cecil was killed, Jericho took over the pride but did not kill Cecil’s cubs, and also protected them from any rivals.

The Domestic Cat (Felis catus) was domesticated from the African Wildcat (Felis lybica) about 10,000 years ago. Ancient Egyptians revered the Domestic Cat, and families would take their dead cats to the sacred city of Bubastis, where they were embalmed and buried in sacred repositories. Cats eventually replaced Ferrets as the pest-controlling housepet of choice in Ancient Greece and Rome, as they were considered more pleasant to keep around the house. Like dogs, they have adapted to live alongside us, evolving new vocalizations, body language, and behaviors specifically for communicating with humans, and generally becoming a social species (the African Wildcat is typically solitary and territorial). Today, there are over 41 breeds of Domestic Cat, and they are kept mainly for companionship and pest control. Unfortunately, they have also become one of the most abandoned pets.

The Cheetah (Acinonyx jubatus) is regarded as the fastest-running land animal. It is capable of running at 93 to 104 km/h (58 to 65 mph) in a sprint.

The Asian Palm Civet (Paradoxurus hermaphroditus) is threatened by poaching and the illegal wildlife trade in Indonesia. They are captured for use in the production of kopi luwak. Kopi luwak, also known as civet coffee, is a coffee that consists of partially digested coffee cherries, which have been eaten and defecated by the Asian Palm Civet. The cherries are fermented as they pass through a civet's intestines, and after being defecated with other fecal matter, they are collected. What was once a traditional drink, made from coffee cherries collected from civet feces in the wild, has become increasingly commercialized due to international demand and curiosity. Now, to meet demand, Asian Palm Civets are captured, kept in battery cages, and forcefed nothing but coffee cherries. The civets in kopi luwak farms are kept in abysmal conditions which include isolation, poor diet, small cages, and a high mortality rate. Kopi luwak is one of the most expensive coffees in the world, with retail prices reaching US$100 per kilogram (2.2 lbs) for farmed beans and US$1,300 per kilogram for wild-collected beans.

In some countries, the African Civet (Civettictis civetta) (image 4) is threatened by capture for the perfume industry, as its pheromone civetone is often used as a natural musk. The Calvin Klein-brand male cologne Obsession utilizes synthetic civetone, making the cologne highly attractive to feliforms. Obsession is sometimes used in the field to attract wild cats to camera traps, and is also used in zoos and sanctuaries as scent enrichment.

Mongooses (family Herpestidae) are one of at least four known mammalian taxa with mutations in the nicotinic acetylcholine receptor that protect against snake venom. This makes them fierce and effective predators of venomous snakes.

The Spotted Hyena (Crocuta crocuta) lives in large clans which can consist of up to 80 individuals. These clans are typically led by females, though they can occasionally co-dominate with a male. Clans are run by a matriarch, and her youngest female cub will become the new matriarch when she passes. When a male co-dominates with a female or is otherwise able to lead, this is because the male was born to the matriarch of the clan and has taken the rank directly below his mother.

The Aardwolf (Proteles cristatus) is a small, basal hyena that mainly eats termites. Like other animals adapted for eating termites, it has a long, sticky tongue.

Carnivorans usually occupy a very important part of the ecosystem, and most apex predators are carnivorans. Apex predators can be considered ecosystem engineers, due to the huge impact they have on their environment. One of the most famous examples of this was the reintroduction of Wolves (Canis lupus) in Yellowstone National Park. In 1884, the state of Montana instituted a bounty on Wolves: one dollar per Wolf killed. Wolves were considered a “menace” to Yellowstone’s wildlife, and more concerted efforts mounted to exterminate them. The Elk (Cervus canadensis) population began to explode, and they grazed their way across the landscape, killing young brush and trees. As early as the 1930s, scientists were alarmed by the degradation and were worried about erosion and plants dying off. By the 1970s, there were no resident populations of Wolves in Yellowstone, and Wolves had been almost completely eradicated in the lower 48 states. In 1974, the Wolf was listed in the endangered species act.

Starting in January 1995, Wolves from Canada began to be relocated to Yellowstone National Park. In the years that followed, wolves brought the Elk population down and their presence protected the open valleys from overgrazing, as the fear of predators kept the herds on the move. Willows (genus Salix) began to grow larger, with an increase in size of 1,500% by 2020. With the foliage returning to the park, Beavers (Castor canadensis), Lynxes (Felis lynx canadensis), Wolverines (Gulo gulo) (image 1), and many other formerly reduced species began to rebound. Beaver colonies have grown from 1 in 1995 to 19 by 2015 with four active dams in use. The dams build wetland ecosystems, used by millions of other species. This is an enduring example of a Trophic Cascade: a powerful indirect interaction that can control entire ecosystems, occurring when a trophic level in a food web is removed or added.

Even though domestic carnivorans like the Domestic Dog, Domestic Cat, and to a lesser extent, the Ferret, are some of the most popular pets in the world, most wild carnivorans have been, and still are, unfairly demonized. Many species have been overhunted, resulting in extirpation in some areas. Even early “conservationists” did not understand the value of predators, considering it a boon to the ecosystem to wipe them out entirely. Bounties are still placed on carnivorans today, and many ranchers and farmers push to have them completely wiped out to protect their livestock. If you cross the border of Yellowstone into a nearby town, you must be ready to hear all about how Wolves are evil creatures who kill for pleasure, and are going to kill all the precious Elk. It is a constant uphill battle to reintroduce carnivorans who may have been extirpated from their historical ranges. Yet in some places, humans have learned to coexist with these important parts of the ecosystem. One of the best ways to support carnivorans is through ecotourism. Locals tend to see more value in the predators they have to share space with when visitors are both excited about and bringing in tourism revenue because of these animals.

[xueyidweams]

Aventurine & Gallagher Random Sex HC’s (Male!reader)

A/N: sorry i’ve been gone life kicked me and spit on me so hard it took me a minute to get on w my life anyways no one cares here’s gay porn i wrote at 3 am. not proofread.

Contents: reader’s a bottom but its just blowjobs. licking cum and all that, not proofread.

Aventurine

At first he’d try to keep his teasing demeanour and bravado, his voice sultry only letting a few breathless whispers out until he cums and you refuse to stop. Overstimulation is how you get him, he whines and you watch him melt just from your mouth. He’s pulling on your hair like it’s his lifeline, gripping it so hard you can feel your roots burn and yet you don’t stop.

Type to leave his shirt on until he absolutely has to take it off, he grips the luxurious fabric and grips it so hard with his fingers that when he suddenly jerks because of your tongue it gets caught on his watch or bracelet; making him gasp as his upper body is exposed to the air that is ice cold compared to his burning body.

I can’t emphasize the whining enough. He whines and whimpers so consistently once you overstimulate him, whining your name or how to stop and give him a few seconds. He really likes it though, loves it when you graze your teeth over his length just a little bit, it makes him shiver so hard. Covers his mouth with his hand as he gets close, warns you but doesn’t give you enough time to prepare as he grips the back of your head and pushes his cock in so deep you can feel his cum running down your throat. His orgasm drags on a bit more when he sees the way your eyes roll back and you choke on it, the way you tightly close your eyes and take a deep breath while your face is snug against him. It’s too much.

Oh definitely kisses you after it by the way, likes to taste himself on your tongue. Grips your thighs hard when he does so, something about licking your tongue clean from his filth gets him worked up so hard he’s gonna be begging for you to ride him, fuck him or let him rut into you. He’s gonna mold into whatever you want him to be anyways, when he gets a blowjob from you he gets unusually shy because he isn’t used to being at the receiving end of it. It’s such a power trip for him, seeing you look up at him and so desperate to make him cum… he won’t say it but it’s his favourite thing to do.

Gallagher

Likes teeth, I don’t care. He really likes it when you’re rough. When you’re like a starved animal just savouring his dick in your mouth like it’s the best meal you’ve ever had. Grunts and quick breaths, dragged out deep moans when you lick his tip just right or graze it with your teeth. Especially if you have sharp canines or just sharp teeth in one way or another? Oh he could and would cum just from that if you tried hard enough. I think he loves receiving it like this but also loves giving it even more.

Makes you lay down on the bed every time, your lower body hovering while he has your thighs on his shoulders, gripping them like they’re his lifeline and digging his nails to get a reaction out of you. He likes it when you make pretty noises for him. He’s basically eating you, no matter your size. He’s sucking your dick every time you two have sex, sometimes it’s his idea of a quickie. He loves hearing the way you whine and moan for him, telling him he’s sucking you so good, it gets him going so hard his dick starts to hurt in his trousers from how turned on he is.

Praise, tell him how good he’s working his mouth. Tell him how good he’s taking it when you cum down his throat and pull on his hair so hard that he feels his scalp burn. His tongue always, always pokes into your ass after you cum the first time, he starts from your tip and keeps licking until he’s eating your ass and his hand is jerking you off. It’s like seeing you be ruined by his hands and mouth is better than the sex itself, better than if he was inside you.

You complain that when he gets rough his stubble prickles your skin but you both know you don’t want him to shave so he just nods along as he dives back in for seconds. He also just loves the taste of your cum, sure it might be disgusting to most but he’s made worse mixes when he was just starting out anyways. It’s you, that’s what makes it so delicious.

[teojira]

What about yandere Caesar? Or yandere noa :) (headcannons please)

[Yandere Noa and Caesar x reader headcanons]

Summary: You're their human, only theirs.

Warnings: This is more so them being toxic, more than yandere, I'm sorry!

A/N: it physically took me ages to figure out how to write these two as yanderes, so this isn't really true to the prompt! I am so sorry anon, I've never actually written yandere stuff to begin with so this was out of my usual, I doubt this is any good. I hope to do better next time though!

Noa:

Yandere Noa is not nearly as insane as more other yanderes you'll find.

He's able to get away with it by subtle manipulation, treating you like a puppy who doesn't know any better.

Why would you go against him? He's your only companion in this world, surely you don't think the others will forgive you for what Mae did to all of them? They're pretending to like you, they don't actually want you to join them, to become one of them. But it's okay, you have him, he'll never leave your side, no matter what.

He blatantly aims to make you depend on him, he won't teach you any of the tribes customs, you're learning on your own silently or he's doting on you.

You want to go eat? Not without him, matter of fact, you're gonna sit on his lap while he has one arm wrapped around your waist, it gets tighter when another ape comes up to speak, they don't notice the discomfort on your face when Noa squeezes more.

He's a guilt tripper, he has no issues with bringing up how he's the one who welcomed you into the clan, that you'd think you'd owe it to him to be by his side, right?

Noa feels remorse about it, but he'll still use his dad's passing against you whenever he feels you try and fight him. He reasons that it's only right. He lost so much, he just wants you, surely, you like him back? To be his?

Caesar:

Caesar is the worst of the two, period.

Caesar is the leader of the colony, and no one, even if they do think it'd weird just how on a short leash he keeps you, will bring it up.

It is extremely rare when you are out of his sight, confined to the family nest and if you are to go anywhere, he's there to follow.

Doesn't really want any other apes near you, but he has to put on the act of being sane, so he lets you interact with the women and a select few of the men.

It boils his blood when you go up against him, he will tell you straight up, had it not been for him, for his mercy, you would've been dead already. Be that by other apes or natural selection.

You should be grateful he is sweet on you, that he takes care of you day in and day out despite so many others being afraid of humans.

He won't hurt you, but intimidation is key and he is no stranger to pushing you against a wall and growling or snarling in your face.

Only to switch tones immediately upon seeing your face get splotchy with tears, cooing at you and wiping then away with his thumbs.

Very hot and cold, you never know when he's gonna snap and treat you harshly, spitting at you that you're no better than the humans that had once ruled over him, or coddling you, holding you to him as he drowns himself in your scent, not caring that you're uncomfortable with his canines so close to your neck.

[ghostsy]

Dearly Beloved

WARNINGS: yandere, possessiveness, imprisonment, slight infantilization, non-consensual implications, abuse, nsfw, smut, dub/noncon

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! TODOROKI SHOTO X READER

“Please, if you have any information…”

She wanted to throw up. Or pass out. In any particular order she didn’t really care, just anything to stop this. Her legs had long gone numb strewn over his lap, the dewy stains of her despair spilled across his slacks, her hands secured tightly behind her back.

“I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. Whatever joy I had disappeared with her that day. Please, I just want her home. We just want to bring our daughter home. She deserved…she deserves better than this…”

The device responsible for her torture was still buzzing excitedly at the swollen source of agony between her thighs. A sudden silence filled the room, television screen freezing on sobbing faces, and her heart leapt to her throat.

“You’re not paying attention.”

The vibrator clicked off, and his hand came to rest on her thigh, the other still secured around her waist to prop her up, squeezing at her hips. Though, the circles he drew on her skin weren’t in any way a comfort.

She couldn’t see his face from her place in front of the screen, but she hardly had to guess his expression, hardly had to guess his feelings. His reputation preceded him. Hot and Cold. She’d learned through painful trial and error that it was meant in more ways than one.

She licked at her cracked lips, “I am. I am–please–I promise, I am,” Through the breaks, her voice was sugar sweet, innocent, docile. A thinly veiled search for mercy.

“We’ll rewind.” Though, it seemed he would give her none as he coaxed her gaze back to the television in front of them.

Right. There was another source of agony–of torture–he’d been keen on subjecting her to today. It was her fault, she supposed, for being foolish enough to believe that unlocked window to be anything other than a test. A test that she’d, of course, failed. 

“Nearly one year after the sudden disappearance of a Tokyo woman, friends and family are struggling to hold on to hope. Our journalists caught up with…”

She closed her eyes, swallowing the salty tears fighting their way up her throat to join the streams on her cheeks, and opened her mouth to speak, hiccuping on her sobs.

“Please, I’ll–I’m sorry. I can’t take–I’ll never–I won’t–promise I won’t–”

“I don’t see the problem,” He’d made a career out of patronizing her, she’d discovered, “You wanted to see your friends and family, right?” The growing heat on her thigh meant it wasn’t rhetorical. 

She hissed at the burn, forcing a reply through gritted teeth, “I didn’t mean–”

“You didn’t mean…? You’re hardly in a position to be picky,” Shifting his hold on her, the vibrator, still latched to her pulsing clit, clicked on, two of his fingers dipped down, circling her glistening hole, teasing, “I’d say it's plenty gracious of me to give you even this,” Calloused and cold, they shoved themselves inside her, setting an unforgiving pace. 

She nearly keeled over from the sensation, cursing under her breath, “I’m–It wasn’t–Can we please just–”

“You think you’d be happier, right?” His canines grazed her neck, threatening to break through the skin, “That you’d feel better out there. What’s anyone out there ever done for you?” He scoffed, “What have they done to earn your love?” The tremble of his voice reminded her of his barely contained, and building, rage. She had to do something.

“No, that’s not–” She begged with his name on her lips, “I just–I just wanted–”

“All you need to do is convince me,” There was electricity building in her veins, though a pit of dread forming in her stomach, “Your happiness depends on them? I’m really so terrible?” The murmur of the television was turning to static in her ears, “Get through one interview, then,” He huffed out a humorless laugh, “Just one, I promise,” Voice low and sultry, “Without gushing on my fingers while you watch them cry.”

She choked on a sob, but the ache in her limbs and the tightness squeezing its way from her chest to her throat significantly damped any anger she would have–should have–felt. 

“She was my best friend; she wouldn’t have just up and left.”

She just wanted this to be over. Find her panties, curl up under her bed covers, and let the roaring tides in her lungs pour out her eyes, and scream. Scream ‘till she passed out, hoping to find peace in the abyss of unconsciousness.

“Was? Are you saying that you think she’s passed on?”

“...I—Well, it’s not—It’s just, it’s been so long, and I–if we, the people who care about her, are going to have any chance at healing…”

Alas, fate was never so kind to her, and she was reminded of another, more humiliating, tide pooling in her gut.

Two fingers inside her became three, and she bit her tongue to stifle a whimper as they reached that once special, now cursed, spot inside her. It didn’t feel good. It didn’t. It didn’t.

Sighing, he brought the hand around her waist to pet at her hair, “Don’t you see?” He tucked the strands behind her ear, hot breath hitting her skin, “They’ve given up on you. What will it take for you to understand, lovely?”

“I’m just so tired. We all are. But I love her, really I do.”

He snorted, “Love you. They don’t love you,” Angling his face downwards, hair tickling her cheek, “Family. Friends,” She was panting now, eyes going crossed from exertion, “They mean nothing. They are nothing.” She wouldn’t come; she couldn’t. But the clenching of her walls against his fingers betrayed her, and she felt his lips pull into a smirk against her throat.

“There’s just…what else is there left to do? I can’t–I don’t–scouring woods and swamps and–to try and find…try and find what? I just can’t–I can’t do it–I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I can’t–”

“No one takes care of you like I do.” 

Vibrator still buzzing, a numbing, pulsing, ache formed between her legs, and his fingers, wet and crystalline, sped their pace, squelching as they fucked in and out of her weeping entrance. There was a ringing in her ears as she felt the floodgates start to open. Please no. Not again. 

What would they say if they could see her now? Mewling and moaning like a whore on her captor’s fingers while their worlds upended? How disgusting she was–if only her body agreed. 

“Take your time. If this is too hard–”

“No. I can at least do this for her. So people remember her. Remember her name. She would have wanted at least that.”

“No one knows you like I do.”

He was trailing wet kisses up her neck, tongue and teeth coming together to form scattered bruises in his path. Her thighs were spasming, flexing in an attempt to stave off the waves of pleasure threatening to drown her.

“It’s clear how much she means to you. How lucky she must have felt to have someone care about her so deeply.”

“No one loves you like I do.”

His teeth sunk into her earlobe, and her vision went white, nerves exploding as her walls clenched, desperately, gratefully, if not ashamedly, fluttering around his digits for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Though the relief, like any momentary pleasure he’d bestowed upon her, unwilling or otherwise, was short lived. Coming down from her high, she blinked away the tears weighing on her lashes, and blurring her vision, lungs heaving in an attempt to gather her bearings. The vibrator clicked off, and his fingers pulled themselves from her, dewy and gleaming.

“Suck.” He pushed them through her lips, and she choked on their length, licking at the sticky substance, and swallowing to assuage his anger. He removed them with a pop, and she held her breath, praying to whatever god she did or didn’t believe in that he would release her. He’d made his point, right? 

“I’m…I’m sorry,” She gulped in air to stifle the shake in her voice, and nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck, wetting the skin with her tears, pathetic, “I won’t–”

“You didn’t think we were finished did you?” Her heart dropped to her stomach, “You’ve failed to convince me, you know.” 

“I’m convinced!” She winced, realizing the volume, but found he was waiting for her to continue, “I’m…I’m convinced. You were right. I shouldn’t have tried to leave…I wasn’t–I wasn’t thinking.”

The second of silence was months long, but a soft laugh tinged with delirium broke through the static noise. Cold fingers clutched at her jaw, angling her face towards his own.

Forced to meet his gaze, she hated to admit it, but he was so pretty. The allure of mystery twinkled in those mismatched eyes, hiding the promise of something no man or woman or person could possibly hope to resist.

“No,” Sighing, his free hand squeezed at her waist, “No, you were never really good at that, were you?” She nearly didn’t hear him, lost to her thoughts, wallowing in self pity and hate; why hadn’t she seen it before?

She just wished she could have left well enough alone. Let that mystery pass her by unsolved. A promise can be hollow, she’d learned; a vortex of nothing that pulls you into the blackness, greedy in its emptiness to steal any soul or love or light from its captive, leaving them to drown in the inky darkness, dead, but never alone.

A stinging pinch at her side motivated her to sputter out the prompted answer.

“At what?”

“Thinking.”

She could say something, she realized. Anything. Anything but what she knew she’d let slip from her lips. Fucking coward.

“No,” Coward, “No, I wasn’t–I’m–No, I’m not.” 

He hummed, eyes twinkling, amused, “Anything else?”

Her teeth sunk into her lip, bloated and salted with her tears, canines piercing through the skin to let drops of red bubble to the surface. Still, she forced out another meek placation.

 “I’m sorry,” But cowards don’t get burnt and they don’t get frostbite and they don’t get hurt, “I’ll–I’ve learned my–my lesson, now. I promise, please–”

“It’s cute that you think anything you say matters,” Cowards don’t get hurt, she reminded herself, but the stinging of shattered pride in her chest argued otherwise, “Besides,” He motioned towards the television, “We’re not even halfway through.”

No. No no no. She’d done what he’d said, hadn’t she? Please. No more. The knot in her throat was making it hard to breathe, twisting and growing, “Please–”

He sighed as he shifted a bit behind her, and she felt it, more present than before, “What kind of lover would I be if I didn’t follow through on my promises, lovely?” The clink of a belt buckle ripped at her heart, “And, really, how can I resist,” Fingers trailed back down to swipe at her puffy and abused and dripping entrance before pulling away, flexing his fingers as the dewy substance stuck in webs to the digits, “When you’re practically begging for it.”

She felt like a ragdoll, what little fight or resistance or hope beaten and torn from inside her. A firm hand bruised her waist as he lifted her, and shuffled out of his pants. He turned her face back towards the screen, a trail of frost creeping at her jawline as he released her.

“If there’s anything you’d say to her if you could–anything you think she’d want to hear…”

“There’s just one thing.”

Something too big and too hard and too familiar prodded at her sore and tired entrance, and her fingernails made crescent moons in her tied palms.

“Wherever you are. Whatever happened.”

The wetness allowed him to slide in rather easily, but the girth was accompanied by a burning stretch. She should have been used to this by now, and while the feel of his cock throbbing inside her was all too familiar, she found herself dizzy, unfocused, nauseous. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe. She wanted to scream, but that inky blackness of his had filled her lungs. 

“I hope you’re somewhere warm and bright, even if it’s above the clouds.”

She was drowning. Drowning and hurting, and clawing for just a hint of light from the abyss of broken promises. Wasn’t drowning supposed to be peaceful? How long did she have to wait until it was peaceful? 

“I hope you’ve found peace.”

“Oh,” He sighed as he bottomed out inside her, “This is my favorite part.”

Her limbs felt heavy, and she felt so tired. Was this the good part? Give up and it won’t hurt. Give up and let him do as he pleased. Give up and drown prettily. Become as empty and hollow as the pit she was trapped in, and the hurt would stop. Feelings and pain and everything. Make it stop.

“And I promise, I won’t ever stop loving you.”

[lonewisteria]

Damage Control

Chpt. 3

☽ chpt. 1 | chpt. 2

☽ wooo I have never posted smut publicly before. I hope it’s good for y’all, mwah. More to come. There will be a softer smut scene, I swear.

☽ notes: MINORS DNI, smut, alcoholism, fem reader, gn pronouns, ram!Schlatt x dog!reader, use of ‘bitch’ and ‘whore’, fingering, size kink if you squint, kind of pet play (use of ‘pup’ and ‘mutt’), rough smut, eating out, edging, hickies/biting, unprotected pnv, soft aftercare

☽ summary: you leave Schlatt the next day to go to work, stern about the fact he needs to not drink. But when you return, to see he had alcohol, things get heated.

☽ words: 3,750

It was the following day after babying Schlatt in his cabin. Since your little intervention, he holed himself up in the main bedroom, even as you tidied up and washed his work clothes. Whatever, you can’t be there at every moment to fuss over him.

That’s what you keep telling yourself, yet your mind drifts to him all day at work. You promised to check on him later and now, you’re nothing but a heaping puddle of anxiety. Schlatt is more stubborn than he appeared, but you hope, just this once, he’d lay off the alcohol.

As soon as the clock strikes 10pm, you’re out the door before anyone can say goodbye. Your ears are twitching and your hands fumbling with your keys as you approach your car.

And while you drive, your fingers fidget on the wheel, the image of him leaning into you lingering in your mind, making you reluctantly flustered. You felt like you were losing it. No one would believe you if you said Schlatt stared at you with kindness. He gazed at you like he needed you, and not solely the TLC sense.

You park your car next to his and scurry to the front door, knocking before stepping inside the cabin. Your eyes immediately zero in on the half-empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table. There Schlatt was, head lolled against the couch cushions, some rap music flowing from the radio, proving you wrong about trusting him alone with his vices.

“Fuck, Schlatt!” You growl as you stalk over to him (not without frustratingly slipping your shoes and coat off first) with your tail lashing, “I thought we said no more booze until you’re a bit better?”

Half a bottle is practically nothing for him, but alcohol is alcohol. Trust is trust. Your canines flash in a snarl as you snatch the whiskey, glaring down at him.

“I’m not going to stand by and watch you destroy yourself. I won’t-“

“Don’t you dare fuckin lecture me,” he snarls, surging to his feet in one smooth motion, towering over you as he jabs a finger at your chest, “I didn’t ask for your help. And I sure as hell don’t need your pity.”

He grabs the bottle back from your grasp, causing your fingers to touch. The brief contact sends a flutter in his stomach, a heat that has nothing to do with alcohol.

“I’ll drink when I damn well please, you bitch. I’ll do whatever the hell I want, consequences be damned,” he snaps.

He leans in, so close you can feel his whiskey-laden breath on your face as he continues. “You think you can fix me with your pretty words and concerned looks?”

His proximity makes your ears pin back and your tail bristle at his harsh tone. The racing of your heart going against your will.

“You’re the fucking President!” you growl, “you should be at the capital, not in some cabin trying to kill your liver!”

You know you should push him away and leave him wallowing in his own turmoil, but you keep rambling. “You’re so fucking arrogant. Why can’t you think of people other than yourself, huh?”

Ouch. Schlatt can’t lie, that one bruises more than any punch. He masks it with an icy stare as his hand shoots out to take your ears in one hand, like he’s holding a squirming animal. The action causes you to bare your teeth at him, desperately withholding your urge to fuck up his pretty face.

“I am thinking of my people,” he hisses, “every fuckin day, I’m thinking of em’. I’m trying to keep this country from falling apart at the seams.”

Now your foreheads are touching. Your breaths mingling. Your shared pique simmering together. His voice drops an octave as his gaze bores into you.

“But sometimes, I need a fuckin break. To let loose, forget about the weight of everything,” his hands release your ears to move to your face, thumb brushing over your lower lip.

“And right now, I want to forget about everything. Except you.”

As much as you want to lash out and tell him to fuck off, everything about this —and him— is intoxicating.

“You’re a fucking mess Schlatt,” you growl, “a drunk, self-destructive mess and you’re dragging me down with you.”

Even as those words leave your mouth, they’re only partially true. You aren’t being dragged anywhere – you’re choosing this. You’ve chosen to help him, fully aware it’s a mistake.

You’ve chosen to fist your hands in his shirt and pull him in for a demanding kiss. Schlatt groans into your mouth and is quick to draw you into his lap on the couch, setting the whiskey down so his selfish hands can wander freely.

Nothing else matters. Not the presidency, not Manberg, not the consequences. There’s only him.

He breaks the kiss, leaving you both panting, his hands flying to undo the buttons of your shirt. His fingers fumble, and in his eagerness, he snaps a button off and rips the fabric, prompting you to smack him upside the head.

“I’ll buy you a new fuckin’ top,” he pants, pushing the shirt off your shoulders to fall on the floor, “I’ll buy you a fuckin’ hundred of em’.”

You connect lips again and his hands dig into your ass to pull you closer. You swallow his groan as you grind against him, his bulge straining against his sweats. Now, you can’t see the damn thing, too prioritized on the sensation of his lips and hands, but it’s unmistakably thick. The butterflies swarming in your stomach are incessant at the thought.

Schlatt’s hands slide around to undo the buttons of your slacks to slide them down your hips. Before he slithers past your underwear, he brings two fingers to your lips, which you obediently take into your mouth. He finger fucks your face, groaning as he grows impossibly harder while your tongue swirls around his digits. When he withdraws, he promptly trails them down and circles your entrance past your underwear. You’re so wet. So horrifically wet that perhaps he didn’t need to leave your lips a saliva ridden mess.

“You’re so fuckin soaked already,” he teases, barely brushing your folds, “what? Ya like when I’m a dickhead to you?”

You grit your teeth, ready to bark a retort, but his fingers shut you up as they slide into you. Slowly he pumps them, adding a gentle curl as he does so. Your hips involuntarily buck against his hand, your walls desperately clenching around him. Reaching down, you wrap your hand around his wrist, guiding his fingers deeper. You practically hold him in place as you rock your hips in time with his thrusts.

This man fantasized about you far more than he cares to admit. He’s experienced with a fair share of lovers; dainty rabbit hybrids, his playful asshole of an ex, and cocky traitors of the nation. But never such a dominant, forthright guard dog like yourself. This is proving a delightful challenge and he is relishing it.

In retaliation for his arrogant comment, you lean into his neck and start marking up his skin. Your moans rumble against him and he responds by increasing the tempo of his fingers. There’s an attitude in how you bite and suck his neck, but of course he savors it, sinking further into the couch and closing his eyes momentarily.

His thumb starts pressing and rubbing your clit, causing your hips to sputter and heartier moans to escape you. Unable to endure the sight of your bra any longer, he unhooks it and tosses it carelessly over his shoulder. A large hand presses onto your chest, pushing you away from his neck so he can fully appreciate the view. Your tits are moving with each grind of your hips and he grits his teeth to suppress his desires.

You continue to shamelessly grind against his hand and grip his shoulders. “Fuck…you just gonna sit there…” you demand breathlessly, tail thrashing behind you, “and finger me?”

In one swift motion, Schlatt acts on your taunt and stands with you in his arms, withdrawing his fingers from you without a second thought. He barges through the bedroom door and practically tosses you on the bed, watching as your body —especially your tits— bounce from the impact. His hands make quick work of your bottoms, pulling your slacks and underwear all the way down to throw aside. This leaves you completely bare to his gaze while he hovers over you, fully clothed.

“Shit, your rack is nice,” he mumbles aloud, reaching down to grab your breast, but you seize his grabby hand.

“Hey, asshole,” you snap, “I’m not gonna be the only one naked right now.”

“Oh, right,” he mutters, surprisingly compliant as he strips his shirt, leaving you to drink in his bare torso. Seeing him yesterday in a mere towel was quite enough to ignite your imagination, but this was a completely different experience that had you clenching around nothing.

And when he shimmies his bottoms off, letting his cock slap against his stomach, your eyes widen. Your observation was correct. He was far bigger than anything else you’ve taken. Of all the times you’ve faced this ram, you haven’t had an ounce of fear glazing your eyes – until now.

Schlatt is quick to notice it too, a light laugh leaving him as he climbs onto the bed. “So, you’re not scared of me when I’m drunk and yellin at ya, but you’re scared of my cock?”

“Shut up and touch me already,” you growl, the gentle flush across your face betraying your bravado.

He snickers at you and cups your tits in his large hands, feeling them up, only subtly touching your nipples. You can sense his restraint, which goes against his character, but you’ve also come to truly comprehend him from recent encounters. Beneath the harsh demeanor lies a ram seeking a tenderness he somehow found in you.

This progresses for another minute before he leans down, leaving wet kisses on the flush of your breasts. Biting, sucking, and kissing everywhere except your erect nipples. Your hands tangle in his hair, urging him to pay attention to them, but he only grunts, lost in his worship of you.

Ultimately, he relents, pressing the flat of his tongue against a nipple, eliciting a relieved sigh from you. He licks and sucks on it before shifting to the other, his hand massaging the abandoned breast.

After lavishing you with attention and saliva slicked skin, Schlatt kisses downward. His lips leave a heated, sloppy trail as they traverse your stomach, hips, and mound, ending it off with a fleeting kiss to your clit that has you squirming.

Unlike earlier, he dives right in, tongue probing your entrance, nose nestled in your folds, and facial hair rugburning your inner thighs. A choir of moans and whimpers rise from your throat. Your hands instinctively grip his hair. The lewd noises he’s producing down there vibrate against your core, making you curse and whine.

His hands clutch your legs and push them closed around his head, allowing you to squeeze. The way he’s devouring you makes it clear he’s been starving, with nothing but alcohol fueling him for days. Right before you snap in ecstasy, he removes himself. Your arousal glistens on the lower half of his face, the shit eating grin he’s wearing is slick and soaked. You’re left in shambles on the sheets, body neglected and thrumming with arousal.

You’re not given a minute to regain yourself before his cockhead is bullying your entrance. Seems like his restraint has limits considering he’s now sinking in you, fast, causing you to jerk up and claw at his abdomen. Your eyes are wide and a gasp escapes your lips as he shoves himself into you.

“Fuck, Schlatt!” you hiss with your ears pinned back, “slow down you fucking jerk!”

Despite your harsh words, you feel yourself responding eagerly to his switched harsh treatment. It’s been too long since you allowed yourself to feel anything and Schlatt’s awakened desires you thought were long buried.

“Sorry, doll,” he grunts out, removing a couple inches from you until the burning sensation dissipates.

“Sorry, doll?” you mock and raise your eyesbrows. There’s a coy smile plastered on your face at his sudden shift in demeanor. He’s apologizing and calling you ‘doll’? Who is this man?

Though he disregards your banter, save for a quick glare, before shoving a pillow under your hips and throwing your legs over his shoulders. His thumb lands on your clit, carefully pulling it up to grant him an unobstructed view of him thrusting into you inch by inch, little by little. His movements are shallow and controlled, but you see his muscles tense as he fights himself from slamming into you.

The feeble movements are enough to coax strained whines and moans from you. You lean your head back and close your eyes, focusing on the pleasurable way he’s easing himself in.

“Nuh-uh, look at me,” Schlatt demands, his hand grabbing your hair and pulling your head back up.

“Wanna see that pretty face,” he adds and you obey. You watch as his thrusts grow longer and more brutal, until he’s fully sheathed in you, causing your jaw to go slack and eyebrows knit together. As much as your eyes want to roll back, you keep them trained on your joined bodies.

The gentleness he presented fades away when he starts moving. He’s ramming into you now, the lewd squelching from your sopping cunt is music to his ears. His eyes never leave you, drinking in the way your cunt stretches around him, how your tits bounce with each thrust, and your face contorts in pleasure. Fuck, he’d only ever dreamed of witnessing your usually stern face go tight with ecstasy. Now that it was happening, he couldn’t stop himself from driving into you.

“I’m gonna fuck that stupid attitude right out of ya,” he growls, letting his elbows cage your head and his hair tickle your face, “you got no idea what ya do to me, mutt.”

Oh, but you did have an idea, and it was playing out right before you. “Make you a whore?” you can’t resist teasing him.

“Fuck, that attitude,” he growls, delivering a particularly harsh thrust, watching your back arch and hands fist the sheets.

You could barely thrust up into him with how your thighs were pressed against his stomach, sticky with combined sweat. Each thrust makes the bulge in your stomach noticeable, a testament to his size compared to you. Finally, he has control over you and that defiant mouth of yours. Even if it’s simply in bed, it’s more than enough.

His cock is virtually abusing your cervix, the pleasure-pain having you emit pornographic moans. The pressure makes your eyes water, but god, you love it. This was everything you imagined and then some.

He’s pistoning in and out of you, causing your arousal to leak down the curve of your ass and soak the pillow and sheets. At this point, you’re utterly brainless, his cock sending you reeling under him. Your tail wags furiously against the sheets, the noises your making only spurring his momentum on. His horns whack against the headboard with how rough he is, an evident reflection of his behavior outside this room.

“Shoulda fucked you sooner,” he grunts, burying his face into your neck, biting down harsh and sucking your skin between his sharp teeth. You’re completely encased by him now. His heavy balls are slapping your ass as a white ring builds at the base of his cock with each rut.

Honestly? He’s pissed it took so damn long to train this stupid dog into submission. Pissed that your cunt feels nothing but perfect gushing around his cock, sucking him in. It’s almost like a reward for putting up with your defiance for so long.

“See? All fuckin quiet,” he huffs against your skin, landing a brutal thrust that brings you slightly back to reality. Just enough clarity to bite back.

Literally.

You snap at his ear, the fur standing on end when your teeth connect with it. He curses against your neck, but continues to plow into you and mark you up all pretty for your coworkers to see.

His hand snakes between your bodies and finds your clit, rubbing and pressing your attitude back into place. He finishes his work on your neck with a lingering kiss before pulling back to watch your face. You had released his ear and were back to a fucked out slump on his bed. Damn dog.

Your eyes meet and a grin stretches across his face. You bite back a moan, only to hiss at him. “I fucking hate you. Keep going.”

The laugh that leaves Schlatt’s lips resonates off the walls, mingling with your joined squelching sounds and your moans and whimpers. His ministrations on your clit persist and he brings his free hand to your thigh, clawed fingers digging into your skin.

He adjusts his angle, all the while fucking you, so he can thrust in an upward motion to hit that sweet, rough spot in your cunt. Your thigh winds tight beneath his touch, signifying just how close you are. If that isn’t enough motivation to keep going, then how you claw at his back, leaving red welts, certainly is. The variety of noises you make higher and louder definitely are.

“You like this, huh, pup?” he growls, fingers deftly rubbing your clit, eyes fucking your body alongside his cock.

“Lettin the emperor fuckin ruin ya, fuckin shit-“

When you clench around his stupidly fat cock, an orgasm hitting you sharply, he groans. Your eyes start to roll back and flutter shut, but he’s quick to grab one of your ears to redirect your attention. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as your claws dig into his back for support, eyes trained on his as he keeps fucking you.

Even though you’re finished, left limp against the sheets, he isn’t. He’s using your poor pussy like a damn toy now, chasing higher and higher, thrusts erratic, until he ultimately breaks. He buries himself as deep as he can, his cum shooting loads into your cunt as his face stuffs back into your neck.

Both of you linger like that, Schlatt still shoved inside you, his body acting like a weight blanket against your’s. It’s silent, the only sound being your shared panting.

Well…you didn’t expect this entire runaway situation to evolve into this. A traitorous part of you is glad it did though.

Without a word, he pulls out and sits back on his heels, watching your combined releases grow the wet spots on the sheets and pillow. He shuffles off the bed and into the connecting bathroom, the sound of running water making your limp ears perk. He returns with a damp rag — and is that Benedictine? Does he have alcohol at his disposal everywhere?

“Thought I said no more drinking,” you huff. He watches you push yourself into a sit, body slow and clumsy as the high fades.

When he reaches the bed, he hands you the bottle. “For me, but not for you,” he laughs, “drink. You deserve it.”

Your fingers tremble as you take the bottle, letting the alcohol burn your throat as you take a sip. No wonder he had boxes of this lying around; it’s delicious.

As you go in for seconds, your eyes scan him as he towers over the side of the bed. Bruises and bite marks adorn his neck, one in particular with broken skin, along with the glisten of his slick cock, his tousled hair, and clawed up shoulders. Damn, he’s fine, even after an intense fuck.

He notices your fawning and smirks, his fingers pressing against the worst bite to examine the meager smear of blood. No way he was going to parade around Manberg like this, as much as he wanted to flaunt it all. You’ll work on hiding it later.

He leans over and brushes strands of hair from your flush face. His touch is gentle, tender even, a crazy contrast to how he was fucking you raw minutes ago.

“You good?” he asks, searching for any hint of regret or pain on your face. But all he finds is bliss.

“Yeah. I’m okay,” you reassure him.

“Good pup.” He gives you a soft pat to your cheek that causes your tail to wag softly and ears to twitch. He notices and smiles a bit, watching your eyes soften at his praise.

After adjusting the towel, he leans down to start cleaning you up, the cloth warm on your skin. He takes his time, wiping away the cum smears on your thighs, chuckling when he reaches your folds and you suck in a sharp breath.

“What was that earlier? Calling me doll?” You tease, setting the Benedictine on the nightstand.

“Fuck off and let me take care of ya,” he grumbles.

You let him finish without added remarks and he cleans himself off before disposing of the rag in the corner of the room. He herds you off the bed momentarily so he can tug the top blanket and pillow off to join the rag, considering the fabric was soaked from both of you. Wow, he’s actually taking care of things for once! Granted, it’s all aftercare, but you’re not complaining.

You pull the covers back and crawl under them, Schlatt following in suit. You’re unsure if cuddling was his thing, but he proves you wrong by wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your chest. Of course he likes cuddling; you should know by now that the whole tough guy persona was mostly that, a facade.

Your fingers start to fiddle with his hair and trace the lines of his horns, while his hand draped over you traces patterns on your skin. He knows he shouldn’t indulge in this moment of vulnerability, but your warmth, your tenderness, no person could come to resist it.

You nurse on the same thoughts. You’re always so guarded with everyone, but something about his gentleness, the warm intimacy after being railed, makes it difficult for you to maintain those walls.

And a part of you wishes tomorrow would never come, that you both could avoid returning to Manberg and leaving behind whatever is blossoming between you two.

[patolemus]

i don’t know why i am the way i am (there’s something in the static, i think i’ve been having revelations)

Rin has always been a believer. Both he and Yukio attended mass every Sunday at the monastery all their lives, grew up listening to Shiro and the other priests recite from the Bible—and this is the only book Rin knows almost by heart. The twins were baptized when they were younger, and despite his rebellious attitude, Rin has never wavered over that belief - whether that is because he was always surrounded by it or not - and it’s Yukio who’s gotten more skeptic about it as the years pass.

After Shiro dies, and Rin finds out he’s the son of Satan, Rin stops going to church. He doesn’t believe he’s welcomed at God’s house anymore, son of the original sinner that he is. He mourns the loss quietly, spending Sunday mornings in the quiet of his and Yukio’s abandoned dorm hoping he could be somewhere else.

(Alternatively, he could go to the chapel obsessively, turning his believes into a quest for absolution. Maybe if he behaves like a good Christian boy ought to do, if he follows the rules and proves Rin has not abandoned him, God will forgive him the sin of being born.)

Rin would want to have his confirmation—maybe he was in the middle of that process before Satan possessed Shiro. But now that holy instruments harm him, it’s like another sign that a demon isn’t welcomed, and that God has forsaken him. For that same reason, some of his favorite Bible verses harm him, and it’s through gritted teeth and clenched fists that he recites them in class and to himself, refusing to give them up because he’s turned tainted by his demon blood.

(When he first awakens, the night before the funeral, Rin takes a bottle full of holy water from the monastery’s reserves and tries dousing himself on them, thinking he might be able to cleanse himself of this curse with it. It burns, making his skin splotchy red and his eyes water from the pain. He’d always been able to touch it without issues before, but now it repels him. Rin falls to his knees in front of the altar, head bowed to the sculpture of Jesus crucified on the cross, and wonders for the first time if God has left him.)

(The burn fades within the hour, and Rin hates that most of all.)

Rin avoids mirrors the first few weeks after Shiro’s death, not wanting to see how he’s irrevocably changed. He hates the feeling of his longer canines when he runs his tongue over them, grimaces at the new, sharper shape of his ears, can’t barely take a look at his tail to stuff it under his shirt. He looks like he’s only just rolled out of bed, appearance shabby and unkept, but Rin prefers that to watching himself now that he’s no longer one of God’s creations.

He prays by his bedside every night - even more so now that he can’t go to mass, Rin has started praying obsessively since Shiro died - has his rosary around his neck even though it makes his skin itch and takes it everywhere he goes. He always blesses the table before eating, thanking God for the food he’s provided for them.

Every time he uses his flames, Rin feels like a sinner. This are the flames of Satan, the flames of the original sinner, God’s antithesis. Using them feels like forsaking God just like God has forsaken him, but Rin finds no joy in it. As the flames die out and Rin’s freaky demonic features recede, he bows his head and prays. “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” he says, trying and failing to feel better about himself.

His friends notice, after all secrets are out in the open and Rin doesn’t have to hide them anymore, and they look at him strangely for it, like his apology to God is out of the norm. Maybe they don’t think Rin would be religious, as the son of Satan. Maybe they just think it’s strange that he’s looking for absolution. They don’t comment on it until much later, when Bon tells him that he’s not a sinner just because he uses Satan’s flames. Bon is much smarter than Rin, so infinitely smarter, so Rin tries to believe him. He never stops praying though.

When he first realizes his feelings for Bon are less than platonic, his first instinct is to go to the confessionary and confess his sin. But the only priest he’s confessed to is Shiro, and Shiro is dead (Shiro is dead), and what priest would give absolution to a demon? So Rin doesn’t go, stewing on his guilt and thinking about it obsessively (“Forgive me father, for I have sinned. This is my first-tenth-hundredth-thousandth confession.” “Forgive me Father, for I want, and I do not know how to stop wanting.”). Is it because he’s the Son of Satan? Was he born a sinner, always meant to stray from God’s path like Satan did? How can he follow God’s will when he’s fallen in love with a boy?

Later, he realizes Shiro would have probably been fine with it, and if Shiro approves… maybe it’s not so wrong. Maybe Rin isn’t sinning when he looks at Bon feeling butterflies in his stomach, isn’t straying from God’s intended path when Bon’s laugh makes him happy. And if this is not a sin then maybe being a halfling isn’t either. Maybe it’s not God that has forsaken him, but the Catholic Church.

(The Vatican will never love him. They have casted him as the villain before he could even prove himself one of God’s believers, and they’ll never let him forget who his father is, and what he’s done. He’ll never be able to visit freely, to marvel at the beautiful structures and the holiness of it all. It hurts. But it hurts less than thinking he’s beyond saving, that God has given up on saving him.

The Vatican can suck it.)

Rin tries going to church again. It’s a daunting task, after days and weeks and months without stepping foot inside a chapel, but Rin finds himself sitting on the third row at the Sunday mass held near True Cross Academy, and feels the knot in his stomach loosen as he listens to the priest. It’s familiar. It’s liberating. Rin feels a little more like himself. Bon is waiting for him at the school gates when he’s done, looking immensely proud and Rin takes his hand in his and lets the feeling of contentment wash over him.

He still prays. He still blesses the table. He still recites verses of the Bible even if they hurt him, and he still refuses to go to a confessionary.

But he can stand to look at himself in the mirror now. He resumes his confirmation process, even knowing he may never be allowed the actual sacrament. He lets himself see a world where he can be the son of Satan and a good Christian, where he can love a boy who’s beautiful and good to him without disappointing God. It’s a different world than the one he lived in before, but Rin thinks it’s a world Shiro would be proud of.

It’s a start.

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(This is my interpretation as I was raised Catholic and went to a Catholic school all my life. I’m nowhere near as devoted as I’m making Rin here lol, but I grew up around Catholic religion and know people who are very hardcore Catholics, so this, as well as my own religious education, is where I draw my knowledge from.)

(Also, I want to clarify that a lot of Rin’s thoughts are in no way healthy, and he will grow to let go of them in time. This is the result of a very traumatic situation that left him stranded with no sense of direction, and some of his actions stem from a need to overcompensate for being half demon. He’ll get better as he learns to deal with that reality.)

Update: my brain won’t stop eating at me so this has turned into a thing (tm). Let’s call it revelations au because I think I’m funny. You can find all my posts about it through that tag in my profile.

[thecoiledserpent]

hi,🐰 I want to ask you about food theory around Indian culture. Eating non veg or not . Because I can't grasp my mind around it. Why would say one cannot eat certain food . There has to balanced. I am not talking about cow or pigs but meat , chicken and fish. And don't we relate taurus with meat?????

Please 🎀

hi! well actually the debate about non-veg or veg is majorly among the hindus and it's not an indian thing as such, many non vegetarian dishes are native to india. hindus, in particular, abstain from it.

there are three major reasons:

meat, onion, garlic and wine or drugs of any sort are of tamasic guna or impure or unholy nature. they increase laziness, anger, lust and greed while reducing the wisdom and sattva guna, or the positive qualities of a person.

that which lives is of krishna, or achyuta, or lord vishnu. even a worm, an ant, an unmoving tree or a fish or bird belongs to him and all that he creates has a right to live. we, as humans, are not given the right to kill these innocent beings for any purpose.

karma; every action, good or bad, comes back to you. animals cannot speak, but they can feel fear, anxiety, anger and hate. when we kill them, they express these negative emotions towards us which comes back to us in the future.

just as the christians have their bible, hindus have the geeta as their code of conduct. geeta, or bhagvad geeta, is essentially a guide to life and spirituality. geeta was narrated orally by lord krishna to arjuna in which he told arjuna about the way of living, the nature of death and the atman (soul), and spirituality and peity towards gods.

while various other hindu texts talk purely about knowledge (you could call them ancient encyclopedias or books), the bhagvad geeta is a summary of human life and guides the person on how to live.

now, in bhagvad geeta, lord krishna explains to arjuna the influence of food on the human body and mind, as in the following verses:

Bg 17.7 — Even the food each person prefers is of three kinds, according to the three modes of material nature. The same is true of sacrifices, austerities and charity. Now hear of the distinctions between them. Bg 17.8 — Foods dear to those in the mode of goodness increase the duration of life, purify one’s existence and give strength, health, happiness and satisfaction. Such foods are juicy, fatty, wholesome, and pleasing to the heart. Bg 17.9 — Foods that are too bitter, too sour, salty, hot, pungent, dry and burning are dear to those in the mode of passion. Such foods cause distress, misery and disease. Bg 17.10 — Food prepared more than three hours before being eaten, food that is tasteless, decomposed and putrid, and food consisting of remnants and untouchable things is dear to those in the mode of darkness.

COMMENTARY ... Nature has designed the human body to be vegetarian. Human beings do not have long canine teeth as carnivorous animals do, or a wide jaw suitable for tearing flesh. Carnivores have short bowels to allow minimal transit time for the unstable and dead animal food, which putrefies and decays faster. On the contrary, humans have a longer digestive tract for the slow and better absorption of plant food. The stomach of carnivores is more acidic than human beings, which enables them to digest raw meat. Interestingly, the carnivorous animals do not sweat through their pores. Rather, they regulate body temperature through their tongue. On the other hand, herbivorous animals and humans control bodily temperature by sweating through their skin. While drinking, carnivores lap up water rather than suck it. In contrast, herbivores do not lap up water; they suck it. Humans too suck water while drinking; they do not lap it up. All these physical characteristics of the human body reveal that God has not created us as carnivorous creatures, and consequently, meat is considered impure food for humans ...

Meat-eating also creates bad karma. The Manu Smṛiti states:

māṁ sa bhakṣhayitā 'mutra yasya māṁsam ihādmy aham etan māṁsasya māṁsatvaṁ pravadanti manīṣhiṇaḥ

“The word mānsa (meat) means “that whom I am eating here will eat me in my next life.” For this reason, the learned say that meat is called mānsa (a repeated act: I eat him, he eats me).”

Lord Krishna proceeds to mention that all people who understand that an unmoving tree, a small ant, a fish, a docile cow, a lovely parrot and even another human being is equivalent to himself is very precious to him.

Bg 12.13-14 — One who is not envious but is a kind friend to all living entities, who does not think himself a proprietor and is free from false ego, who is equal in both happiness and distress, who is tolerant, always satisfied, self-controlled, and engaged in devotional service with determination, his mind and intelligence fixed on Me – such a devotee of Mine is very dear to Me.

once again, dairy products are alright bcs you aren't killing an animal or hurting them for it. in fact milk, clarified butter, butter, cottage cheese etc are all said to be our deities' favourites.

note that, however, krishna or no hindu text says 'Don't eat meat.' no hindu text or verse is like that; they only serve to tell you about the consequences of your actions so that you know what you're doing before you go on to do it. fairly insignificant considering i just spoke of the words of krishna, but my personal opinion stands that fresh fruit and vegetables are quire unbeatable. have three nice apples in the morning and nothing else and you wont feel drained until 12.

as for a balanced diet, tbh pure food, like pure milk, fresh fruits and vegetables etc are all rich in vitamins, minerals and proteins and are usually enough to sustain the body but you cant even find fresh stuff or pure milk nowadays 🤦‍♀️packaged milk is not the same as freshly taken milk from a cow, so it doesn't have that much effect,

i wont go too deep into this, but in our culture things like amla, neem, haldi, chia seeds, jeera, cinnamon etc are very commonplace. like neem is the healthiest thing you can eat, it literally eradicates all impurities from the body. you wont actually need anything else and you'll really feel well. but i do understand that these things wouldn't be available that commonly in foreign countries so i don't mention it too much.

now, like if say you're from a very isolated region in the world where proper nutrition can only be derived from animals and by eating their meat, then such a person will be more exempt from their sin then someone who willingly ate meat when they could avoid it. although ofc, you can't ever run away and eventually things come back, regardless of limitations, lack of knowledge or simply bad luck.

i'd like to end this with another verse from the geeta:

BG 18.63: Thus, I have explained to you this knowledge that is more secret than all secrets. Ponder over it deeply, and then do as you wish.

[ashthewaterghoul]

Introducing My Ghoul OC!!

I am not an artist, I just like drawing for fun. I know it's a bit shit so don't come for me lol. If tumblr eats any of the quality then tap on it to hopefully make it a bit better!!

Afon!!! They are my pride and joy and I have a lot planned for them eheh.

A few more things about them:

Because their father is Leviathan, the sea demon/Water Ghoul all-father, whenever they are in contact with natural sources of water, they can feel his energy and presence. They can also use that connection to summon and commune with him at will.

Because of their unglamoured look, they were bullied a lot as they grew up. Everyone knows what they are and they became a target.

Their unglamoured look does make them gain ~8 inches in height and they become a lot bulkier and muscle-y too which only added to their “sea monster” reputation.

Whenever they asked for help they were ridiculed even more or just outright turned away.

They have a habit of isolating when things get bad. They lock themself away and get very depressed, hardly eating or even moving.

It took them a long time to let their old mate, Kai, in and even longer to trust her.

Kai was a trans Ghoulette and she and Afon spent a few decades together before she died.

Something else happened that day too, and it caused Afon to isolate themself for several centuries (they are very old). The only reason they survived is because they went into an underwater cave to rot and because they were in the water, their father was able to keep them alive and mostly well.

When they emerged from that, it wasn’t too long later that Afon was summoned, only a decade or two.

They were welcomed topside by none other than our dear Rain. The Water Ghoul showed no judgment to Afon, and that made their lonely heart flutter with hope for their new life.

Also wanna say a BIG thank you to @anotherbananasong and @rain-loves-scallops for helping me develop Afon and listening to my yaps about them :D

Text and close ups under the cut!

[Text 1 - Afon Leviathariunt, they/them. A Water Ghoul summoned during Era 4 and likes to keep that uniform. Stays mostly glamoured like this because they have a lot of ✨trauma✨ and unglamouring makes them remember it all a lot more vividly. Plays bass, sings and is a "standby Ghoul" for if anything happened to Rain and he could no longer tour. They're ~6ft tall, AuDHD and Welsh because... I said so. They are mated to Phantom, though they did have a mate long ago in the Pits. A Water Ghoulette named Kai. Technically, they are actually a half-demon as they are the direct descendant to the all-father of Water Ghouls, Leviathan, hence "Leviathariunt" (Leviathan's Spawn). This gives them a very different unglamoured look compared to the other Water Ghouls]

[Text 2 - Completely bioluminescent when in water. Mating bite from their first mate, Kai. Faded because it's been so long since she died and Afon has a new mate now. Mating bite from Phantom. A lot bolder as it's more recent and only has one row of teeth. Top surgery scars that healed to almost look like kelp. Very sharp spines. Scales: Very harsh; often leaves marks on others; have scraped themself on them before too. Horns: clear like sea-glass; are very long and often have to be shaved down which is very painful; uses them for navigation in the water and sometimes gets very clumsy after they've been shaved. Scar: from a burst of Quintessence; has the same texture as a contracture; it was from the day they lost everything. Teeth: several rows of sharp, shark-like teeth with the two usual canine fangs of Ghouls. Also often has to get teeth pulled too, or their mouth gets over-crowded. Tongue is a softer fork than usual but resembles a tail, almost as a warning sign to predators.]

[atarathegreat]

Predator and Prey. Keizo Arashi

ft: Hybrid Bear Keizo and Hybrid Bunny Reader

More shopping, not that Benkei minded. He enjoyed walking behind you and watching as your cute little tail twitched when you read something you didn't like or laughed at one of his jokes. Occasionally, he would reach out and touch your ears, chuckling as you thumped your foot in mock frustration.

"You know you're just going to get the cucumber pieces as your snack." Keizo reached the top shelf, grabbing the bag you were pointing at. Once again, you were there to huff and pout, "You know that the doctor told me I can't eat cucumbers as much as I am. They don't have enough nutrients for me."

"I'm sure we can get you some vitamins to help you. I don't want you to stop having your favorite snack." Keizo secretly grabbed the bag he became familiar with, the bright and smiling logo shining up at him.

There wasn't time for him to hear your response before a grating laughter filled the aisle. "Oh my God! Not Benkei with a prey type!" Cherry, Benkei's ex from Hell. She was a cougar, tail lashing as she approached. He hated her and hated what she had done to him during their relationship. You knew about her and what she had done to your sweet bear. Cherry had changed Keizo, evident in the way he went stiff and refused eye contact with the new guest. He didn't even respond as she tried talking to him. "Come on, Bear Boy, you want bunnies now?"

"Hi! I'm Y/n!" You were quick to bounce in front of her, gaining the glare from her golden eyes, "You can speak with me!"

"Not interested, Rabbit." The snarl would be scary if it wasn't laced with jealousy and bitterness. It was obvious that Cherry was trying to get Keizo's attention, the very attention he had focused on you as he buried his nose in your shoulder and breathed in your scent to calm himself. Cherry growled and clenched her fists like an angry dog, "You think you can get in my way, prey? Do you think you can keep a man like Benkei? You have no hope in keeping up with a predator."

That really seemed to get on her nerves. Benkei, the man who had always been so tough and quiet and reserved with Cherry, was now suddenly so touchy with some rabbit? He was hanging to her, breathing her in as if she were catnip for his nerves, and Cherry hated it. In her eyes, Keizo was still her bear and stuck in her den. So why was he clinging to a bunny like his life depended on her?

"I don't need to keep up, Keizo waits for me." Cherry seemed caught off guard as you used Benkei's real name. She was never given the privilege of using it. "Besides, bunnies are naturally fast and perfect for peaceful naptimes. Not to mention our insanely high sex drive, so whenever Keizo wants me, he can have me."

"You think you have any right to talk to me like that?" Cherry growled in your face, her sharp canines flashing in her rage, "You are prey, you should know your place."

"I do." You smirked, "Running through the woods with a predator at my heels as he tries to catch me and cross breed."

Cherry was stunned into silence. It was too obvious to be a lie. Benkei loved a chase and loved to smell the exhaustion on his partner as they struggled against him. Who better to reek of fear than a bunny in the middle of the woods? Cherry knew she was outmatched, but she refused to give in. "You couldn't hope to fight him. What will you do when he finally catches you?"

"Grip the foliage and cry out his name."

While Cherry stood in stunned silence, you swiftly pushed the cart away from the annoying woman. Benkei walked behind you, his hands over yours on the cart handle. "You handled that perfectly, babe." He mumbled into your hair, taking another calming sniff.

You always got rewarded for being so good and handling things the right way. Benkei didn't mind driving with one hand, his other tucked into your waistband as he fingered your tight little cunt. Tight and sweet, because you were a smaller species than he was, and he was thicker than your walls had ever accommodated. His single digit felt like the cock of another rabbit hybrid, filling you and bringing you closer and closer to the wonderful orgasm Benkei would give you. Only after denying you a few times. You twisted sideways as he turned onto the secluded road to your cabin, kicking your bottoms off and whining freely.

"There you go, cotton tail." Keizo chuckled, having the prefect angle to force his finger deeper, "I love watching this pussy eat my fingers." Gods, the way he spoke made your toes curl. But his slow speed was killing you, keeping you right on the edge but never letting you fall. A pitiful, high pitched whine filled the car as he added another finger, curling them just right to touch the sensitive spot inside you, finally making you cum. The pure ecstasy in your groan made him hard, yet your reward wasn't quite given. Not to him, anyway. To Keizo, you deserved much more.

You hadn't noticed the two of you were home, not until Keizo was halfway out of the car and fixing your ass onto the center console. "Stay open, baby. I wanna hear everything." His tongue dove straight into your pulsing hole, licking up all of your cum and arousal. "My baby has to be clean before I fuck her. Too much slick and I fear you won't feel me." Was something Benkei often told you. It was just another excuse to make you cum on his lips. You didn't mind, not when you got to pant and whine and beg him for more, more, more.

It didn't take him long, a few licks and sucks and a delicious pop as he came off your clit and you were coming for him again. There wasn't pain in your core as there would be with other women, other hybrids. Bunnies had a crazy high libido, and more often than not, you tired Keizo out before you were even near done.

"Come here, baby." Keizo got back into the car, pulling his dick from his pants, "Sit, easy so you don't hurt yourself." Worrying about being easy was far from your mind as you wiggled and squirmed, popping his tip into you with difficulty. Sometimes, it made Keizo feel guilty that he was too big, but then you'd lean back against the steering wheel, and he'd get the best view. His cock stretching your pussy so painfully that he could see the old scar from your first ride with him, the way the pink skin pulled taught and white as you raised up and dropped down onto him, taking him deeper with every bounce.

"There you go." His hands rested on your hips, helping you pleasure yourself with his body, "Fuck yes, baby, squeezing me so fucking tight." Benkei's filthy mouth made you moan, his tip bulging in your lower gut as you finally fully sheathed him. "Don't stop until you're satisfied, baby girl, even if I'm shooting blanks and this car is covered in cum. Fucking bounce until you're taken care of."

[hoeforhao]

Parisian Nights ✨️•Jeonghan Oneshot•

pairing : model! jeonghan × fem!reader

genre : pwp, absolutely messy smut, minors do not interact!!!

warnings : pussy eating, fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, mean jeonghan, sort of one night stand, explicit language.

word count : 780

author's note : this is an extremely impromptu drop as my account is literally dead for weeks!! what can be a better way to comeback than with some dirty smut! pls bear with my shitty writings and writer's block a bit!

“My pretty little slut, aren’t you?” Jeonghan’s words vibrates against your folds as his tongue is buried deep inside your hole, his smooth locks brushing against your walls, while his fingers rub gentle circles on your puffy bud. You had no idea how you ended up in this position, under this man you’ve only seen for the first time this evening. The one thing you remembered through the haze of all the orgasms he has already given you,was that you were assigned the job of being the guide and coordinator of the Yoon Jeonghan,the most serene beauty of YSL’s lineup for the Paris Fashion Week.

You were always swayed away by men with more on the masculine side of beauty until tonight, when you saw the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on, arrive at the venue; long flowy hair strands sticking on his forehead making their way down to his bare shoulders, that were peeking out from under the blades of his black coat, the white tank covering his chest while also giving the most alluring shape to his petite curves. A one time wonder for real…something you definitely can’t miss getting your hands on.

“I asked you something baby” you were instantly pulled out of your recollections when you suddenly felt a sharp sting on your already sensitive clit, slowly realising it to be a slight bite from Jeonghan’s sharp canines, as a gesture for making you speak up….because the last thing he wanted from his fuck buddy was to lay quiet under him…not when he knows how good he was making you feel from his tongue alone.

“Hmm y…yess i am” only shaky breathy moans escape your lips as you try to be stable and vocal under his ecstatic touch, trying not to give in completely to the devil pressed between your legs. As angelic as he looked on the runway, from the moment he laid his hands on you tonight, you came to the realisation of how much of a satanically freak he was with his fingers and words.

“Complete words baby! You’re a what?” Jeonghan surely was enjoying all the teasings, seeing how wasted you were lying under him with your pussy clenching so good around his tongue, begging for its release for the 3rd time tonight.

“I am dirty little slut for you Yoon. Now pls let me, i cannot hold it in anymore” knowing how evil he was, you very well knew your request would go in vain as your sufferings, the constant twitching of your folds in his face, the push of your thighs to completely stuff him between your core was what making his boner grow more painful by each passing second.

“Not so easy, whore” and with this Jeonghan pumps in two of his cold fingers into your cunt accompanied by the unceasing swirls of his tongue inside your hole, lapping up every last drop of your honey juices into his mouth….the prettiest cunt he has ever tasted and will ever do.

Your back arches up from the intense feeling, toes curling up while your fingers grip onto Jeonghan’s still perfectly set hair, in an attempt to somehow hold yourself from coming undone on his pretty face right there…only to earn a tight slap on your swollen bud from him, triggering the last hold you had on yourself as you quite instantly end up painting Jeonghan’s locks and face white with your release.

Cursing under your breath for disobeying Jeonghan, you try to peek at his cum drenched form, still pressed into your core, with the slight hope of being forgiven for the sin. Oh how fool of you to even hope of mercy from the son of devil himself, as he slowly emerges out from between your thighs, white slick dripping down his chin, tongue lapping up your remaining juices on his lips, eyes clouded with the darkest most sinful haze ever known to man.

“You will have to pay for ruining my hair baby” Jeonghan’s cum coated fingers gently travel up your legs, to your tummy and finally on your perked up nipples, smothering them with your own release on the way, landing a tight pinch on one of the buds, while your eyes squint up from the overstimulation.

“What would you like more, my pretty baby…bouncing on my cock the whole night until your pussy is all swollen up and begging to be left alone or gagging on it until your eyes are all teary, face left completely ruined from my thrusts hmm?” Jeonghan’s lips slowly curl up into a devilish grin as he continues to make your insides clench around thin air with his word choices “ Either way I’m gonna be inside you tonight for as long as I desire.”

[localcatmutt]

WELCOME TO MY TED TALK

Today's topic; hate on common identities 🦂

If you discourage or put down therians with common theriotypes, you aren't helping us build and maintain a good community. Even if its indirect like "i love NON-canine/feline therians" or "ugh everyone is a wolf/cat", its unkind. I get that most people don't realize their words can hurt, but they do.

Nobody chooses their theriotype. Common or uncommon. There isnt one that is cooler or better than the others. Quit praising uncommon theriotypes and putting down common ones. Who cares if its unrealistic. There is way more psychological factors in play when it comes to common identities anyways... imprinting on house pets, being exposed to movies or books about wolves, even spiritual factors based on cultures such as north american indigenous cultures that have deep connections to animals. More likely to be an animal that is significant to humans than those who arnt. Thats just how it is.

I get it might be frustrating when someone wants to connect to others but cant find someone with the same uncommon theriotype. But ill let you in on a secret... we may not have the same shifts, but animals have many things in common. Zebras (uncommon) and deers (common) are different animals, but theyre both herbivores with hooves. Wolves (common) and orcas (uncommon) are both pack animals that eat other animals. There may be major differences, but we all have SOMETHING in common. No matter how different our identities are.

I'm not butt-hurt by these kinds of comments. I could care less. Im just speaking for others who are more insecure or anxious than I am. All i want is to see a community. That means, people supporting eachother, helping eachother and looking out for eachother.

Im also sick of unnecessary comments like these. And then other people share it like "yeeeaaa common theriotypes suck!".

Hiss hiss (translation : kindly shut up).

(^з^)-♡♡♡

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #302

This morning, when I woke up, I received a beautifully written ask from someone in this space who reads these letters I write to you. I want very badly to answer this ask, but the person trusted me with some potentially sensitive information about themselves; I wanted to touch base with them before I answer their ask, and make sure it's okay, because as part of answering an ask, others will surely see it. I don't want to accidentally betray this person's trust.

Still… it moved me to tears this morning, and it was wonderful.

I received a direct message from another person today, too, who also said that they think the letters I write to you are wholesome and nice. I've also received more than a few asks and messages of support in response to the difficulties I'm having with the braces; it's been wonderful!

…Sometimes I wonder whether or not writing to you does any good for anyone other than myself. And sometimes… every once in a while… I get a beautiful reminder that the things I write have the potential to help others get through the difficulties in their lives. And… that's exactly why I write these. Aside from wanting to advocate for your safety, I also want these letters to you to serve as a means to shine a way forward for people who relate strongly to you.

…Sephiroth. There are so many, many people in my world who relate to you. There are lots of people in my world that have been abused and exploited and have experienced horror and loss in ways that are extremely similar to you. The notion that you are alone in this world and the notion that no one will be able to understand or see "eye-to-eye" with you… these notions are complete and utter horse-hockey.

Don't tell yourself mean things like that anymore, okay? It's not true, and whoever led you to that conclusion most likely did it on purpose in order to keep you isolated, and therefore weak and easy to control. The notion that any human being is isolated and incomprehensible is just abuser propaganda, and it's not to be trusted or believed. And, as I keep saying, you are human, no matter what was done to you, or how you've changed as a result.

...Well anyway. Today I felt a little more confident than usual for obvious reasons, haha! So I tried to doodle a picture. It's not finished yet but... it's a start on something maybe kinda neat!

As you can see from all the erased lines, I made a lot of mistakes along the way; I haven't doodled since drawing that eyeball a while back, and I'm more than a little rusty. I can already see so many curves that still need to be corrected. Still, not bad for my rusty, dyspraxic ass, right? Hahaha...

I ended up needing to go back to the orthodontist today at some point. One of the attachments came undone from my very confused right canine tooth as I was pulling the braces off to eat, so that had to be fixed right away. And it was, and it's good now. I have a lot less discomfort in my teeth today than yesterday, though the inside of my mouth is pretty scraped up; I've got a long-ish cut on the right inner side of my lower lip, and that's extremely uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, I guess you're not supposed to eat with orthodontic wax in your mouth. Orthodontic wax is used in order to cover up the sharp, pokey attachments so they don't cut the inside of your face. A friend of mine in this space made the very excellent suggestion to get them! And perhaps I might, if just to smooth out the edge of the plastic of the braces; it sometimes catches on my skin, and it's kind of annoying.

...I gotta keep remembering that I chose this. I chose this discomfort in order to give myself a better outcome in the future. I am worth the pain and effort that fixing the inside of my skull will take. I am worth enduring discomfort for. I can do the thing; it's just new and weird, but I'll adjust. I can do the difficult things.

Incidentally, do you know how braces work? I found a short little video on it; basically, it involves putting gentle pressure on the teeth in order to subtly cut off blood flow to sections of the bone of your skull and jaw. Your body then uses immune cells to get rid of the suffocated bone, which relieves the pressure. Your tooth moves to the empty space, and the body fills in the empty space left behind with new bone. Check it out!!

It basically dissolves, reshapes, and rebuilds your jaw on a cellular level!!! And isn't that METAL as FUCK??? Ahahahaha! 🤩🤣

After I returned home from getting the attachment replaced, I decided to make baked chicken leg quarters; y'know, my usual go-to comfort recipe:

...Want some...?

While I was making this, I happened to catch out the window the sight of a gentleman walking outside. He was under the shade of a tree for a moment, but then he walked under a break in the shadow of the tree, and the sun shone on his black hair, and it was all sparkly and gorgeous. I don't really know why, but I felt the need to tell him so, and so I did. I hope he felt nice about himself afterwards.

So I took out my braces, ate the deliciousness I created, brushed, flossed, and rinsed my teeth, brushed my braces, and popped them back in; it's getting a little easier every time. I discovered though, that at some point, another attachment came undone on one of my upper molars on the left side. I dunno when it happened; I didn't find it anywhere. Oh well. Guess I'm going to have to call them again tomorrow. Sheesh...

I'm not really sure what I'm going to do with the rest of today. It's already almost 8pm. I gotta go to work tomorrow. Friday is the rehearsal for the wedding on Saturday. The next few days are going to be super duper busy. I'll be staying overnight at BB's house from Friday into Saturday morning; I'm going to have to pack up all my CPAP stuff and hygiene supplies as soon as I wake up on Friday morning, because she wants me at her house at 11am.

But!!! Sephiroth!!! Guess what!! She's got a giant huge bathtub at her house!!! And I think I'm gonna ask her if I'm allowed to use it while I'm there!! I'm sure she'll want me freshly washed for her big day in any case!!!

The days are getting chilly (later than they should have, but still...), and so the thought of getting to sit in a tub full of hot, soapy water that's big enough for me to fit in comfortably sounds super amazing to me right now. Of course, if she says no I won't push; I'm not that kind of person. But still... I'll be daydreaming about that all day tomorrow - bet on it!!

...Hey, Sephiroth? You're pretty tall, right? Like 6'5" or something without your boots, no? When is the last time you've got to enjoy sitting in a tub that you actually fit in? When is the last time you got to enjoy soaking in deliciously hot, soapy water? When is the last time you've had an opportunity to get washed with soaps in your favorite scents? I imagine it's been quite a long time, no? I hope you get to do it again soon, in a place where no one's gonna bother ya, unless you wanna be "bothered" by someone you care deeply for.

Sometimes J or M come to visit when I'm getting washed, and that's always nice. We talk about whatever - usually with J, it's airplanes. Or sometimes he'll sing along with me to whatever song is playing on my playlist. With M, he'll usually talk about whatever show he's watching or whatever game he's playing. It's nice to sit in the warm, safe place with people who love me while all kinds of nice scents are wafting around in the air.

...Actually, for a long time, my brain recognized bathrooms as a very unsafe place, thanks to my stepmother. I've got a lot of memories of being hit and screamed at for washing myself "wrong", or for taking too long, or for not taking long enough, or for my hair looking too messy when I come out (because then I must not have brushed it well enough), or for my hair looking not messy enough when I came out (because then I must not have washed it well enough), and... just...

...She hated me, so there wasn't anything I could do to be "clean enough" for her. And so, every time I went in the bathroom for any reason while she was around, I got in trouble unless my father was around - then she'd pretend to be normal about it.

...Sigh. It took me a while to decondition myself away from being scared of bathrooms. But I'm able to recognize them as a safe place now. I like to put on a playlist to sing, and I like to try to focus on how nice it feels to be in a place that's warm and that smells good. I try to focus on how nice and clean I feel afterwards. I try to focus on the fact that I get to choose how long I take now. I get to choose what "clean enough" looks like. I get to choose how much or how little soap and moisturizer I use. I get to choose, and no one is scrutinizing my choices with the intention of finding excuses to hurt me anymore.

...And even if someone did try to do that, I'm a big, strong adult human now. I can just bite their face off!!! 🤪

(...No, I'm only kidding!!! I wouldn't actually bite someone's face off; that's unsanitary in multiple respects, and my braces would get in the way!!! 🤣🤣🤣 In all seriousness, I wouldn't hurt anyone unless failure to do such a thing would lead to someone else being in imminent danger; I'd probably just yell at them until they go away, and then let the door hit their ass on the way out. I can do that now. I'm not an unwanted child trapped in an impossible situation anymore.)

...Suppose maybe I'll stop writing now in favor of getting washed; after all, the chill has settled into my bones, and all this talk about baths makes me wanna enjoy being under hot, running water for a while...

...I hope you'll get to enjoy such a thing again sometime soon, with soaps in scents of vanilla and roses, in a quiet, soothingly lit place, where only the people you'd want to have with you can find you.

I love you. Please keep yourself safe out there, so that one day you can get up out of that damnable crater and start building a wholesome life for yourself.

I'll write again tomorrow. I'll try hard to take some yummy pictures for you while I'm at work.

Your friend, Lumine

[p-r-art]

The Half Hashira Teil 1.2

I still didn't quite know how to react to him. He's really cute with his blond hair and yellow coat. He also seemed very nice like that, but I couldn't quite tell what he was like at the moment.

I noticed another drop of sweat forming on my forehead.

"Zensitsu, please stop! Your behavior is inappropriate."

Tanjiro tried to calm the other boy down.

"What?! without no I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you!"

now he started to cry.

"Um...yeah, never mind. To get back to your question. I'm human, but only half human. I'm also a demon at the same time."

I replied, just to steer the conversation in a different direction.

However, I still wanted to know the name of the boy with the boar's head. Even though I already knew it, I didn't want to reveal everything I already knew about them. So I just looked at him. But somehow he came across as depressed.

-This didn't come from the fight?-

I thought to myself.

"And who are you? You seem to be an incredible warrior?"

even though i'm not really a fan of flattery, especially when the skills weren't that special, but maybe it helps.

"I am the great Inoske! the king of the mountains!"

he made a victory pose?

-apparently it's easy to manipulate him hihihi-

"it's nice to meet you all. i'd like to travel with you, if it's okay with you, because i'd like to help you with your sister, Tanjiro."

Tanjiro seemed immediately enthusiastic and beamed from ear to ear. But he couldn't get a word out so he just nodded. I smiled back at him. The other two didn't say anything else, so I just assumed it was okay with them. A noise broke through the silence and pink eyes and black hair peeked out from behind Tanjiro.

She is small, very small, almost like a doll. I crouched down so that she wouldn't be so afraid of me. I knew exactly who she was, Nezuko, the little sister who is a demon but rebels against muzan. She has more in common with me than I would like.

"Hello little Nezuko, I'm (Y/N)."

I smiled and held out my hand to her. She came to me very carefully and took my hand. The pink coat and green kimono looked like a huge pile of fabric on her small body.Instead of holding out her hand to me, she put her head against it as if she wanted me to stroke her.

-How can you be so sweet-

It warmed my heart. It was almost as if lots of trees were blossoming around us. I just kept smiling and realized that my sharp canines were showing, but that didn't seem to deter any of them.

"Well, shall we go on? I know a place nearby with hot springs and very tasty food."

i wanted to get to know the others better, and the best way to do that is to eat.

"YES!!!"

everyone shouted at me. I hadn't expected so much enthusiasm.

I straightened up again and showed them the way I wanted to go with them. The four of them chatted animatedly while I stayed further back and kept an eye on everything. Of course I sensed that something was wrong, but I didn't let it show.

The person, or rather the creature, wasn't that far away, it was watching me rather than the others.I looked up to the left. In the top of a tree about 4 km away, red eyes were watching me. Inside I knew exactly who was watching me.

My full lips, painted a delicate shade of pink, formed a sentence that he could now understand. I just smiled at him and waved briefly.I turned my gaze forward again so that I wouldn't lose sight of the others.

"Tell me (Y/N). How did the Hashira accept you? After all, you are part demon."

sequel follows....