#exotic birds of prey

[versinalia]

“Goat Me” by Washingtonian artist Shabazz Palaces, featuring Cobra Coil, off their 2024 album Exotic Birds Of Prey

[iamlisteningto]

Shabazz Palaces’ Exotic Birds Of Prey

[gastricotv]

Shabazz Palaces | Angela ft. Stas THEE Boss & Irene Barber

[reliapet]

Learn about Lifestyle Pets!

What are they? how are they different than normal pets? and more! https://www.reliapet.net/lifestyle-pets/

[featheredfreinds]

Grey Headed Fish Eagle - Juvi - by Lim Vince

Captured with Sony A1, FE 600mm F4 GM May 2023

[kiame-sama]

[Human reader being filmed while having a rare moment to themselves] This is human reader. Human reader likes her personal space.

[next shot is Human Reader being crowded by the Monster twst cast] This is Monster Twst, they also like human reader’s personal space.

Jokes aside I love your au! I think it’s really breathed some life into the aus of twst!! I especially love your world building!! I must admit, when I first read some of the monsters that you picked for the cast I was hesitant, but now I can’t imagine them as anything else? Especially Rook!! When I first went into this au I was expecting a wolf, some breed of hunting dog, maybe a bird of prey, something like that right? But I can totally see him as a spider now!!

If I may ask, this is in regards of poachers in your au, are they strictly trying to kill reader, or are there poachers hoping to catch her as like, an exotic pet? What would be the ratio/market for that? Personally speaking, I can totally see someone trying to get close to the royals/high ranking families of the twst guys by stealing reader and presenting them as like an “exotic pet” (even though I know it would end awfully for that person) imagine Hades or Maleficant’s reaction to that… yikes. On the other hand, if someone tried to gift reader to Leona’s family, that would be like free PR for them. Like imagine the show of “we would never!” and the following act of showing how trustworthy they are in taking care of such a “fragile species” you’d have to pry Reader away from their cold, dead, furry grippers

Oh!! And do you have any old wives tales/folk legends regarding humans and, well, their body parts? Ik this sounds morbid, and I’m so sorry, but I have a headcanon that some humans were used for potions. Idk what kind of potions, but I just know someone was dripping blood or throwing hair into a cauldron. I also can’t get this thought out of my head of some guy in twst having a “lucky charm” that’s like, human hair or something, kinda like rabbits feet, that “their grandpa passed down to them and it’s been In the family for generations”, you know? Last question, I promise, do you think Crowley has a secret collection of human artifacts? I can totally see Reader snooping around and finding an ancient cookbook or a map of the island that shows you where you can finds herbs, spices, fruit, and safe places to hunt

Warnings: poachers, talk of Human consumption, my monster AU, history of my AU, some Crowley history for this AU,

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- The poachers are not only trying to kill the Last Human, though there are many. Some are seeking this Human to be a pet, either for themselves or someone very influential. Some are seeking to be 'middle-men' and take the Human to sell later down the line. There are even a few older Fae poachers looking to 'raise' this Human as they lost their own adopted Human children a while back and seek to rekindle that feeling even if this Human is technically an adult already.

- Some poachers do seek to kill this Human and sell them piece by piece to whoever is buying. Human wombs and testicles were often used in 'fertility' potions as it was believed Humans were fertile universal breeders (they technically were, but consuming their parts did nothing for monster-folk fertility). Human teeth were often collected by Fae as luck charms (hence the idea of a tooth fairy) and many Fae who raised Humans still have their Human's baby teeth or have since passed those teeth on to their descendants. Many poachers are looking to get and sell the Human's teeth for charms, the meat to those eccentric monsters that want the rarest meat, their reproductive organs for these 'folk-medicines', and the other parts to whoever will pay enough for them.

- Those Poachers that seek to sell the Human as an exotic pet will absolutely go to the most influential they can think of- Hades and Malefecent are high on that list given their age and power- but several dignitaries and Kings/Queens are also on the list of potential buyers for a pet Human. Some even seek to take this Human to put in a Zoo/nature preserve as this is the last of a species after all, why not parade this specimen around for all to see? It will end very poorly regardless of who these poachers try to sell the Human as a pet to, but ESPECIALLY bad in the case of Falena, Maleficent, and Hades for different reasons.

- None of these poachers realize THE Malleus Draconia has already staked a claim and made this Human part of his Hoard. Some would stop dead in their tracks and give up the hunt if they were to find out, some are desperate enough to try their luck. None will succeed if Malleus has anything to say about it.

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- Crowley does have a lot of Human artifacts! He is a Crow and Humans made such lovely items that he has collected quite a bit. (Y/n) isn't the only Human Crowley has tried to keep before. He is determined to keep this one, unlike the last little female Human six-hundred years ago who was unfortunately taken away from his care for reasons. He loves Humans. LOVES them. He loves that they are such a diverse species and he loves the way Humans just make things work even between monster-folk that traditionally hate each other.

- Crowley collects Human things and fully sees this current Human as his chick. He will try to parent them regardless of how old they are. He loves the idea of raising his own Human and is somewhat hoping this Human can give him that sense of parental success or even provide a half-human infant he can raise later on. Of course, he is not sure who he would ever allow to mate his precious chick in order to make that half-human infant, but the idea is still one he holds out hope for.

[theflashjaygarrick]

Today I want to talk about Cassandra Cain and the 'silent asian' trope.

From what I have read the silent Asian trope is seemingly a manifestation of the far older 'inscrutable Asian trope in Western culture and fiction. The inscrutable Asian trope positions Asian characters as the perpetual foreign other in comparison to a ''familiar' whiteness or Westernness. They are mercurial, mysterious, and 'exotic', hyper-competent and alluring but cold. Considering the white, Western gaze in which American media is created, these Asian characters are therefore constructed to be as distant and mysterious to the audience as they are to the characters. And it is in this way that Cass, even when she was (largely) silent challenges this trope.

I'm going to be analysing issue #2 of the Batgirl 2000 run. (it'll be a long post so I'm going to put this under a keep reading.

Cass is undoubtedly mysterious to the other (largely white) members of the Batfamily but through Batgirl 2000s the reader is made very aware of who she is. This is achieved through close narrative focus wherein the reader is more mostly supposed to be seeing the world from Cass’s perspective, her from other peoples perspective.

This disparity between the inner world the audience is privy to and the external impression of her is made explicit in issue #2. We see explicitly that Babs finds Cass unknowable.

Cass’s shrug is snarky and she is smiling and looks pretty pleased with herself. But Barbara cannot understand what she means, and condescendingly berates Cass for not learning language and therefore not being able to talk to her like a ‘normal person’. Here we have a blatant case of the inscrutable Asian trope, but we aren’t meant to be seeing this story through Babs’ eyes. We’re seeing it through Cass’s.

Damon Scott’s art style here emphasises dynamic and clear expression over looking pretty or normal. Thus allows the reader to see the world through Cass’s eyes where the important information is equally communicated through pose and facial expressions. What would be micro expressions becoming macro expressions through Cass’s eyes. See how Babs’ friendly smile contorts into an exaggerated frown one panel apart. See again the smug and satisfied look on Cass’ face that in universe a skilled detective cannot decipher.

the characters in this (if all genders) are allowed to be expressive even when it is not attractive. The close ups are centred around their faces and their bodies in a way meant to convey emotion and unspoken thought, not sex appeal. Like compare this depiction of Babs and Cass to how Oracle is drawn by Ed Benes in birds of prey.

And unlike the inscrutable Asian Cass is allowed to be bold, opinionated, and snarky when silent. She’s allowed to have emotions so clear on her face that the reader can identify them beneath a full face mask. In a world where casting directors are still saying they don’t hire Asian actors because they ‘can’t emote enough’ drawing an Asian woman as one of the most expressive dc heroines is important.

In the rest of this Cass goes to find a missing man who she saved earlier in the issue. Oracle has located him in an abandoned derelict prison and Cass immediately throws herself into the situation. By the time she gets there however the man is already about to die. He’s been beaten too bad for anyone, even a Batgirl, to save him. And when he dies Cass stands there watching as the light leaves his eyes. She becomes brutal, although not murderous. And he when he dies he gives his wife the last letter he ever wrote. He asks this Batgirl to gave his final words to his wife.

Of course Cass does. And sees the tears drying in the widow’s eyes as the woman reads what he said (we don’t know what, Cass does not either). No other well meaning words or gestures can bring the relief and peace to that woman that his letter did. Seeing for the first time what the written word can mean to people Cass goes home to Oracle’s watchtowers and begins to try to learn to write.

And there we are one again introduced to the external perspective that sees Cass as unknowable. Who cannot begin to imagine what about seeing a man die after failing to save him would encourage her write when she never was interested before.

But we know. To the audience she is not inscrutable but instead a traumatised yet perfectly understandable young women. We are walked through her motives. see the world filtered through her point of view. Even with her speaking two words throughout this issue it is hard to call her silent.

[merakiui]

Mera i scientifically need u to sort twst and the kinds of hybrid girls they would want (cat, puppy, bunny, etc....)

(*-`ω´- )人 hehehehehehe yes... YES. My research has been for this very moment!!!!!! These are my thoughts:

Riddle - horse girl

Trey - puppy girl (Golden Retriever)

Cater - pig girl,, maybe a teacup pig girl. They go very viral on Magicam these days!!! A cute pig girl who is so much shorter than him!!! The height difference will totally get him to trending, but also he adores you. You're so cute!!!

Ace - hamster girl

Deuce - puppy girl (German Shepherd)

Leona - maybe a fennec fox girl or a mouse girl...... (reference to Scar and the mouse from the movie) or a girl who could beat him in a fight,, maybe a cheetah girl

Ruggie - antelope girl

Jack - bunny girl or snow leopard girl

Azul - hear me out..... I think Azul would like a catgirl. She grows on him. Does she ruin all of his documents? Yes. Is she a threat to the pristine interior design of the lounge? Absolutely. But ohhhh does he love you. You're so mischievous and you get on his nerves, but you're so cute and you always seek him out when you want his attention and affection.

Jade - an animal who could kill him,,, maybe a polar bear girl or a sloth bear girl. Jade shows up to the function with a dangerous beastgirl (who only views him as food) who he loves more than anything in the world. <3 if you see her chewing on his arm, that's just a sign of affection (delusional, masochistic eel).

Floyd - ferret girl

Kalim - bird girl (an exotic bird like a macaw)

Jamil - snake girl (naga)

Vil - panther girl

Rook - bird girl (a bird of prey like a falcon)

Epel - hucow (cow girl)

Idia - cat girl

Malleus - I feel like Mal would enjoy a cat girl,,, a soft, sweet, and shy cat girl who is skittish around everyone else except him.

Lilia - definitely a nocturnal animal of some sort,,, maybe a bat girl!!!

Sebek - bunny girl

Silver - bird girl (one that sings beautifully like a nightingale) or maybe even a squirrel girl

Rollo - lamb girl

Che'nya - mouse girl

Neige - deer girl

Fellow - bunny girl

[a-twistedheartslonging]

I’ve been thinking about how small animals in the vicinity of NRC probably live in perpetual terror. Specifically in the context of your non-human AU, but this could also apply to regular TWST as well.

If NRC has some kind of pond with fish, it would have to be enclosed up to deter *some* students (Floyd. Or maybe aquatic beastmen.) from thinking it’s a pool with free flow snacks and taking a dip. Crowley is weeping. Those exotic koi cost money! And whoever did it didn’t even finish the job, electing to just bite off the heads like some sort of fish killer psycho.

Imagine as well Leona showing up at Ramshackle’s doorstep with the smuggest look on his face and presenting Yuu with a mouse or a bunny, any small animal really. He’s so proud of himself. He caught you a snack, Herbivore. Isn’t he the greatest?

He’s like a cat that brings its prey back to the house. Fortunately, the little thing is still alive. A bit roughed up and traumatised, but still very much alive. Leona is, understandably, confused at his herbivore’s distress after they quickly extract the creature from his grasp. He is less than pleased as he watches Yuu fuss and coo over it. Later on, he sulks as he sits across from his herbivore who is cradling the animal to their chest. He glares at it as Yuu showers it with attention (What about him, Herbivore?!), as if it was the source of all of his problems.

I love its canon that Leona catches birds sometimes during P.E.

Regular Leona knows better than to expect you to eat it and prob brought it to you to show off his skill, didn't expect you to get upset at him and love on the bird. Very grumpy cat about the situation.

In the Nonhuman AU though...well eating properly prepared bugs is normalized and it is advised to not eat random birds, rabbits, and whatever, especially raw but it's not uncommon for beasts in this AU to give into those impulses, and it's why it's common for the meatballs in the school cafeteria to have anti-parasite meds in them.

So, Leona might be a little miffed you didn't like the snack he brought, but at least he can impress you with the healing magic he knows by using it on the little guy, so you'll have to let it go and pay attention to him again. See? He can hunt and heal, very useful skills for a mate.

You know Floyd and Ruggie though would be eating those fish regardless of the AU.

[someweirdoreblogger]

Burning Spice Cookie is passion ignited, albeit not in the moral side of the conscious spectrum. He is quite affectionate, actually, more than you may give him credit for.

Do not mistake it as humane, as a blind genosity. It comes not from a moral source of obligation or even gerenal priority.

Once the deranged loin-a Beast amongst monsters-the corrupted Lord himself is invested, your scent guiding freely through the droves, to shake him off your trail will prove diffcult. Burning Spice is not so kind to let prey go by unscathed, untouched by his mighty axe; His shadow stalks the trees, quaking, a deafening roar booms in the distance.

The Hunt begins.

You dare infringe upon his heart, you invade his senses, scrabble his thoughts; you really think you can simply crawl back home unscathed?

What home have you to turn too? Who would even think to take you back with the mark of a Beast weighing down your back?

Luckily, this debt can be paid. Paid solely by your own parry and peril. Burning Spice will remember your tracks better than the back of his own hand.

Once he comes, just an arrogant march away, you will know. The world itself will alert, not you, but itself to his sudden existence.

The birds will cease their music, the ground will shake and stumble; struggling to keep its foundation stable and lively. The lakes, far and wide, the sky, the kisses of clouds and weak leaves rip itself apart, dancing in the reflection below. It ripens in sheer unbalanced tension, seemingly frightened; the water will ripple like static, wavering under a wave of immense, exotic shock, and pressure.

The wind is ecstatic, nature's personal enthusiasm; it moans, groans, and sighs heavy in your ear. Desperate to be heard.

You will taste him in the air, a suffocating sulfur and ghastly spice, it threatens to choke weaker beings. Feel him fester like sparks on your crust, hair standing up stiff, dough throbbing. Tingling and blazing hot, a Beast's presence is a neigh-suffocating weight. You will never know peace until he deems you worthy of such.

Burning Spice roams triumphant, forever hungry. An immovable glare in the sky, a blinding scorch to the people's merger eyes, looking down civilization in cold indifference; The same way a god regurds his subjects. Just ants, peasy insects, building their anthills, simply hoping to piece together a safe haven for themselves in a universe far too large to tackle alone.

The Vitue of Change, The Lord of Destruction, will stand tall alone. Boundless from any chain as mortals rise, spoil and fall. A proud witness to the beginning, present, and the end, the natural tides of history sow in the seeds of devastation he leaves behind. He is a slave to his base desires, as all Cookies are; a chaotic harbinger of endless malice and merciless strife.

But he is still yet a man. A heartless monster in a man's skin. A Cookie baked in the same oven as his fellow kin, a great Beast, seeking to completely deprive himself of sheer boredom and simplicity.

All immortals carry the burden, the smooth erosion of time is not lost even to Beasts, as the ocean inevitably swipes a wet hand over the sand. He lives long and simply withstands, and he stares at the lesser mass in a bubbling, volcanic envy, hanging loose like a knot on his shoulders; the deeper things, the pleasant things. The majority of it stems from an infectious curiosity, aching hunger boiling in the depths of a Beast.

An unstoppable force suspended in a space completely at its mercy.

Burning Spice, gerenally, is an incredibly expressive person; entertainment, living life to the fullest drives his very soul off the edge of madness and carnage. His being is a godly sight to behold, and he wears this infernal arrogance in fine silks and peakish sneers. The weak tremble beneath the heel of their superiors, the Beast of Destruction is bloody pride embodied.

And this God, this Beast will strave for your worship; shall rip it from the dying, rotting hands of the torn world.

Carnal, burnt crimson in abhorrent brutality, Burning Spice is honestly an upfront sort. He won’t shy away from confrontation, solemn. He knows what he needs, what he wants, so he will steal it if one ever dares refuse it from him.

What is inevitable is virtue, Burning Spice knows this in his very jam. He does hold some semblance of responsibility and honor, albeit it won’t make him any less immorally stubborn or hot-headed. He approaches a desired interest alike how a lion stalks his prey; the same way he approaches a potential hunt, with fierce, burning determination and endless persistence.

[dullgecko]

For some reason (probably magic) Riz is a kit again. He’s teeny tiny, the bad kids don’t know how much of a prey animal goblins. They turn around for a second and oops, there he goes, picked up by a hawk. Oh they leave him on the couch, they come back, he’s gone. Where’d he go? Nobody knows?

Riz is researching something in Aydas library, pulling books from her private collection in her living quarters and perusing them before putting them back. He has to hop up onto a workbench covered in experiments to put his current book back where he got it, accidentally knocking something over which shatters with a crash, and the book in his hands falls to the floor with a thud with a cloud of glittering smoke obscuring where he was standing previously.

If the loud crashing and thumping hadn't allerted anyone to his little accident the sudden ear piercing keening would have. Adaine poking her head into Aydas office to spot a very tiny, very confused, very scared goblin sitting among the broken bottle and other debris on Aydas desk.

Riz spotted Adaine and stopped crying, going completely still as if he was a prey animal in line of sight of a predator. Adaine blinked at Riz. The elf made one step towards the desk to check on him and find out what the fuck happened and Riz was /gone/. Scrambling up the bookshelf and out the window before she could react.

The party spent FOUR DAYS in Leviathan looking for him (they started 3 all out brawls, solved 2 mysteries and Gorgug got accidentally engaged to then broke his engagement to a dolphin, and watched Riz get carried off by a pelican at one point), finally tracking him down on a ship that was about to leave and paying a ridiculous amount of money to the exotic pets smuggler to get him back (though they didn't let him out of the large bird cage he was being carried around in until AFTER Ayda reversed the spell).

[strwberri-milk]

Heyyy can I request a diluc x reader fic where diluc's falcon gets injured or sick (like it'll be fine in like, 2 weeks) and so diluc takes it to a veterinary center that specializes in birds of prey or something (idk it's mondstat 😭) and the reader takes care of diluc's falcon and diluc and the reader fall in love ❤️❤️❤️ (sorry if it's too specificcc)

sorry this is shorter/not as devveloped as you might have wanted [sob] my fics are usally just. on the longer side and i'd hate to make you wait like months for me to write it for you ;-;

"I would think the Ragnvindr family would have someone more familiar with their animals look after them, especially with an injury like this," you say to the redhead, almost amused with the grumpy look on his face.

To the untrained eye, it may seem that Diluc is irritated at the injury his bird has sustained but to you it's clear he's very concerned. You've seen many other rich kids coming into your clinic, ones who can afford your services with the level of care you give to exotic pets who are genuinely irritated when their rishboland tiger is depressed that it's no longer in its native habitat.

"Whatever. Just tell me how bad it is and how long it'll take her to feel better," he says curtly, eyes never leaving the bird he's cared for since he was a young child.

"She's just a little ill. I think she sustained an injury that was almost invisible and the signs of infection just haven't manifested until now. I'll run a course of antibiotics and keep her for a couple weeks for a full workup to ensure that it is nothing more serious than that."

He looks skeptical, dark eyes finally lifting from the sleeping bundle of feathers to look at you.

You've never worked with Diluc personally but in this moment you could see why so many people fawned over him. He was handsome in passing sure, but now with his attention solely focused on you you felt that if you weren't working you'd crumple. Thankfully, you're stronger than that.

"You have no reason to doubt me. I know my reputation precedes me. If it didn't you wouldn't have come to me."

He nods begrudgingly, hesitant to actually leave his beloved falcon in what is essentially just a certified stranger. As he remains silent you make one more subtle gesture to soothe him, gently running your hand over the breast of the bird.

"You can come visit whenever you want, provided I'm not performing surgery on her, or any of the other patients. How does that sound?"

You think he almost looks like a pouting child, keeping your laughter to yourself at the sight of his slightly rounded cheeks no longer seeming to suit his overall harder disposition. Looking at him like this you can see the gentle countours that make him look almost pretty, not handsome as you initially thought.

"I'll take you up on that offer. It'll be the only way I'll feel comfortable letting Dawn stay here."

You had no way of knowing just how often he'd actually be coming, thinking he'd just visit once every other day or so. Instead, he comes by a couple times a day when he's free or there's a lull at the bar. He tries to make small talk with you, feeling bad for intruding so often but the way Dawn perks up whenever you walk into the room makes him want to talk to you more about her.

You try not to talk too much, focused on providing him any information that might be new or interesting to him. Subtly, you're also trying to see if he'll try to fill in the gaps with that businessman charisma he's got. You can tell he's got something more on his mind to say, managing to slightly pull it out of him every once in a while.

You two slowly grow a little closer to each other thanks to your efforts, Diluc's heart opening up for what feels like the first time in a long time. He's not sure if it really breaks any rules about doctors not being allowed to date patients considering he wasn't really the patient. He guesses he could consider himself father of the patient, but you seem to beat him to it as he's standing there waiting for you to finish the paperwork to release Dawn.

"Well, I suppose this will be the last time I see you, huh?" you say as you bring Dawn out in her carrier, Diluc listening to her happily coo at the sight of him.

"We both live in Mondstat so I'm sure we'll see each other around," he says almost hopefully, the tint of it not missing your ears.

"I suppose but it'd be easier if I told you to meet me after work in front of Angel's Share, wouldn't it?"

His eyes widen, baffled at your lack of shame. You're confident in asking him and he can't help but find himself drawn to it. Even more so since you're distractedly playing with Dawn as you wait for him to reply.

He clears his throat after a while, averting his gaze after taking the carrier from you.

"Sure. I'll be waiting."

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 16 - Hunter/Prey

Kinks: Hunter/Prey Dynamics

Pairing: GN!Reader x F!Alien

Other Kinks: Fem Dom, Cunnilingus, Face Riding

Warnings: Dehumanization, Non-Con

Word Count: 1506 words

Kinktober Masterlist

You don’t know how people do this.

Just running for five minutes in this thick, wet air has you gasping for breath, your limbs going shaky. The humidity makes it hard to breathe, you're somehow wet and dry, sticky with sweat yet gasping for water. Your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest, anxiety and the knowledge that you can’t stop only making it ache and hurt.

“Run, little rabbit!” The cocky voice of the hunter calls out, the echo making it sounds like she’s everywhere. Hiding in the trees, crawling in the grass, blending with the shadows.

Wherever she is, she is far too close.

So you keep running, despite the dizziness in your gate or the spots in your eyes. The adrenaline spikes your system, forcing you to forget all those tiny details. Like how your lungs heave so much you think they might burst, or how your ankles burn with each unsteady step across the jungle floor.

It’s one such unsteady step that’s your downfall; a knitted root catching at just the right angle and sending you flying, a shooting pain down across the bone.

You force down a scream, biting your lip hard enough to bleed. Several alien birds fly out of the canopy as you crash, an unfortunate beacon for your poor self.

You try to ignore the pain, adrenaline suppressing the receptors as you crawl across the ground. Your clothes are filthy, if not from sweat then from the mud and debris that collects across your font. It may be to your advantage, some sort of camouflage. But your mind is deprived of such clever tricks, the base sense to run is still too powerful. You crawl into a hole in the tangled roots of a tree, hoping it’s big enough for you to hide in, dark enough so she can’t see you.

The minutes you spend waiting, just edging to see if she’s caught on almost kill you. Your fading adrenaline brings the very real pain back, tears bubbling at the corner of your eyes. The sound of branches breaking, vines slashed apart by a machete forcing your hand over your mouth, trying not to wrack with sobs.

It’s still not enough.

“Gotcha.”

Her four eyes gleam in your shadowing dark hiding space, not long before a hand wraps around your bad ankle and yanks you outward. You try your best to get away, dig your nails into the ground, but nothing has enough purchase. With her superior musculature the huntress can whip you around like a ragdoll.

��You made it farther than others. Only by 20-or-so feet, but still, impressive for you humans.”

The huntress is just as terrifying as you remember her, a brick shithouse of an alien woman, decked out in the finest gear. Her hair-like tentacles all writhe, no doubt tasting your scent on the air, more efficient than a bloodhound. She sneers into her smile, razor white teeth contrasted against the swirling galaxy that is her skin. In another situation you’d call her beautiful, her form like a trapped supernova. 

“Especially such a pretty one. I thought your kind kept your maters pampered, well rested?” She taps the side of your face like your an exotic pet, admiring her catch. “Whatever, you did good.” She stands up, leaving you unguarded, knowing there's no escape even if you tried to run. Her large hands could wrap around your neck and snap it in a second. She smiles again, licking her lips as she undoes the belt of her utility pants. “But I still caught you, so now’s time for my reward.”

You sob as she shucks down her pants, her hand grabbing you by the back of your skull and yanking you to sit on your knees. Yoru ankle still burns and now do your knees, pressed into the rough ground of the forest.

Black, sleek and militaristic underwear cover her cunt. She isn’t immune to the hot air of her home planet, the smell of her sweat and musk permeating the air. She forces you to snort it up, pressing your face directly into her crotch. Her head throws back as she grinds her lower half onto your nose, a bump not dissimilar to a human clit resting against your nose.

“Lick it, human.” She commands, doesn’t ask. Her grip tightens on your skull. “It’s what you’re good for.”

Another sob wracks your chest, but you do as she says. You kitten lick up her slit, wet and pressed taut against the fabric of her undies. She sighs, petting the side of your face.

“That’s a good pet.” She swivels her hip in a circle, forcing the flavor of her slick onto your tongue. It seeps through the fabric, potent and tangy. “Keep licking.”

You dart out your tongue, just the tip dipping in between her lips. Her taste is overwhelming, stuffed up your nose and down your throat. She seems to like the teasing motions at least, letting you get away with tiny licks at her center. But not for long.

“Harder, faster.”

Yoo afraid of what else she could do, so you follow. You force the flat of your tongue against her pussy, lick up the length of her. She grinds down even harder, your neck aching as he pushes you. She rides her button against the bride of your nose, biting into her lip.

“Stars.” She sighs, now grinding her cunt up and down your face, using your tongue like a pillow to hump into. “Pretty mouth to match a pretty face. I really got lucky, didn’t I?” She pats your head again. “Fine little human for myself. All it took was a quick jog through the forest, hah!”

Tears stream down the sides of your face, the humiliation and suffocation getting to you.

You take a gasping breath once she pulls you off, only for your heart to drop in your stomach as she pulls aside the fabric of her crotch. With her cunt now bare, she forces you back in, nose deep.

“Stick it inside.” The huntress growls. “I wanna feel it.”

Slick now runs down the sides of your jaw, mixing with your salty tears. You can do nothing else but what she commands. 

Her walls clench around your tongue, sucking it in like its prey meant to be engulfed whole. The huntress humps down, and not wanting to feel her fearsome grip on your skull again, you start moving it around. Pressing against her spongy walls gets a good reaction, another moan and more essence dripping down your face. She rubs the top of your head.

“Smart too. A real prize.” She cures under her breathe as you shake your nose, letting it brush across her clit as you tongue-fuck her. The movement is almost relaxing, melodic enough to almost distract you from what's going on. In a similar vein you start drawing out the alphabet with your tongue, something to focus on and make the huntress feel good, maybe make this whole situation go by faster.

The huntress spreads her legs, steadying herself as she starts riding your face for real, keeping you in place with a brutal grip yet expecting you to keep up your machinations. Her warm thighs encase each side of you, meaty and warm. It's another oppressive heat added to the list.

“Fuck.” She draws out her vowel, hips beginning to twitch. “I’m gonna cum already, Whew, that chase really worked me up.” She pats your head again. “Don’t worry though, there will be plenty more of this for you to enjoy, pet.”

You clench your eyes shut, trying to project yourself somewhere else, leave your body.

But its hard to ignore reality when it's literally sitting on your face, practically suffocating you with its presence. All you can do is press forward, make sure she cums hard and fast.

Its why you tilt your jaw and begin to tongue fuck her as hard as you can, as deep as you can go. Whenever she twitches you come harder on that part, finding the weak spotsYou burrow your nose and draw tight circles around her clit.

“You better not waste any, p-pet.” You can practically hear the smirk in her voice, ever so confident despite her twitching pussy. “I want you to lick it up.” She punctuates her words with a timed grind, thighs finally clenching shut and pussy clamping around your tongue.

 Her orgasm is just as powerful as her, wracking her whole body and almost knocking you to the ground. Of course, she rides it like your face is the saddle on a bucking bronco, forcing you not to move as she does.

When you can finally breathe, you fall to your hands, smearing her slick off your face and onto the back of them. You don;t get a second to reorient yourself when she grabs you by the jaw, forces you to look at her directly in her four eyes.

“Yes, I think I chose perfectly.”

[definitelynotthedarklord]

Idea!

Since they've decided to make the wrong choice and not give us our mabari, what if the give us dogs based on our Rook's background, each with its own personality and abilities?

Example, let's say you're a Mourn Watch Rook, then you'd have a Nevarran Corpse Wrangler, a dog that's been specifically breed to keep the dead inside the necropolis, nipping at their heels and such. That herding ability makes them great at gathering enemies together to increase how many enemies get hit with an aoe attack.

Or, let's say you're a Lord of Fortune Rook, then you'd have a Rivaini Treasure Tracker, a breed that excels at finding stuff, specifically expensive stuff. Their keen noses makes it easier for Rook to find loot, and they can even bring you stuff, like extra potions in combat.

And for the Antivan Crow Rooks, an Antivan Circus Hound, a pupper who knows the best tricks to distract a target so their master can kill them unnoticed. In combat they pull agro and get enemies attention so you can cause more damage.

Or, maybe give us the option to have whatever pet we want, if any. Like maybe we save an exotic pet merchant, and as a reward they let us have a pet, with options like a spotted Hunting Cat, a bird of prey, a monkey, or even a baby Drake.

[skrunksthatwunk]

yyh cast pet type headcanons!!

i am thinking about them and i am giving them animals to hang out with. yeag

hiei - falcon

falconeers don't really own their falcons. it takes a long time to build trust with them, and they can fly away at any time. they are wild animals

i think hiei would appreciate that untamed quality, and the speed, sight, and skill of them. i think he'd want a capable animal companion, if any at all

note: kuwabara would be freaked out by the emphasis on competence/functionality as well as the impermanence of it. he views animals as creatures to be protected and cherished, while hiei would rather spend time with something capable, self-sufficient, and useful (stealing this idea from my eikichi fic bc i think im right)

the closer an animal or an animal-owner relationship is to a baby/baby-parent relationship, the further he wants to be from it. it grosses him out a Lot. to him, it's like adopting an adult and then babytalking it

most peer-like relationship with animals

kurama - chia pet lol ferret/rat

i think he'd enjoy small, clever troublemakers

there's some tension inherent with kurama owning any prey animal (i think they sense his foxness), but if he finds one that isn't bothered by it, i think they'd get along just fine

enjoys training them

could keep them in his hair lol

somewhat used to short lifespans relative to his

relates to them and how they feel as animals to some extent, but he's much more likely to take control via a caretaker role than treat them as peers, like hiei

botan - chinchilla/sugar glider

i just think she'd like something soft fluffy and exotic. just seems like it'd suit her :)

pretty strong anti-reptile anti-bug bias. they freak her out

open to birds of a certain flavor. i think she'd like doves and pigeons for their dumb sweetheart-ness

also most likely to get something like a mini pig or a pygmy goat, though i think she would feel quickly overwhelmed by them

kuwabara - cats

obviously. *gestures to canon*

if i had to guess at a reason for it i'd say it's a matter of feeling appreciated. you generally can't get cats to do anything they don't want to do, so that means when they show you love, it's extra special. and i think his perseverence with challenges could help him win over even the most reluctant of cats, as well as his gentleness and unconditional love towards those critters

i think kuwa likes winning animals/people over and feeling chosen and seen

strong preference for very social animals, particularly mammals (so not, like, hermit crabs). i think he'd like dogs too

hates mice, so kurama's rats would be a bit weird for him

not huge on fish or reptiles, but willing/able to admire the coolness of them after freaking out for a bit. not huge on bugs and usually doesn't get over that

yusuke - it's complicated

i hate to say it but i don't think yusuke's really an animal person

HOWEVER. i do see him having a 50-year love-hate relationship with a sassy parrot. idk why i just think he'd argue with a bird

less used to short lifespans relative to him, would probably do better with something that lives longer, i.e. a parrot, while he's adjusting to that reality

bonus points bc he's kind of a bird (puu bird imagery)

though i think he'd appreciate feeling wanted and loved, i don't know that the responsibility of a pet would make him feel grounded and secure (i.e. kuwabara), but more anxious and constricted.

his carefree lifestyle would conflict with high maintenance pets, so he probably avoids them for a long time until he's ready to settle down

i think he likes dogs like he likes kids. they're cool to spend time with, but he's probably not gonna feel ready for them until they get dumped on him. i can see him dogsitting for keiko.

shizuru - cats, but for different reasons

a bit like hiei, i think she appreciates self-sufficiency and independence

not huge on kittens, see above

would really like a very chill very lowkey cat

yukina - hear me out. it's not birds

ok. i know birds are probably everyone's first thought bc of her bird friends at tarukane's, but i have a counter-proposal:

i think yukina loves birds but wouldn't want to trap them. she strikes me more as a feeding-birds-at-the-park type + knows what it's like to be trapped (and resents it)

she would be very willing to take in a wild bird that, due to injury or illness, could not be re-released. i think she'd love that

instead, i propose: hermit crabs and brine shrimp

yes im making her be into sea monkeys

my justifications for this are pretty limited. i mostly just think she'd be really into little guys. and i think she'd have a bit more interest in pets that would be considered weird or boring by others (i.e. cockroaches, beetles, tarantulas), especially if they come from non-icy climates. i can picture her holding everything from an iguana to a maggot with similar enthusiasm. but i think she'd likely start with small aquatic guys

plus, she feels a lot less bad about the trapping thing because they need to be in water to survive. it feels more right to her

anyway i just feel like she'd enjoy aquatic stuff. maybe because it's novel, if the ice world was too cold for them to be accessible

i like to think there's ponds on genkai's property that she could put koi or turtles in

oh dude can you imagine her with a frog terrarium bc i can

likes mammals as well, but fascinated with cold-blooded creatures due to novelty

keiko - hamster/gerbil/dog

i also struggled with her a lot, but i think she'd be a dog person

AND i also think she'd be into those small rodents, i.e. hamsters, gerbils, guinea pigs (for smth bigger). maybe she had a few as a kid and never really got bored with them like others did. quite passionate about their value as pets, very upset about how they are treated by broader communities

part of me says she'd want a little dog and part of me says she'd want a huge rowdy dog (a bit like yusuke), so maybe she can have both. as a treat :)

though if i had to place anyone as interested in raising farm animals (as livestock or as pets), it'd be her. idk why but i can see her caring for geese and pigs and stuff. she wouldn't mind the hard and often dirty work of it

genkai - tortoise

i think she'd appreciate a slow-paced, low maintenance kinda guy

long lifespan bonus

it's really easy for me to imagine a big tortoise on her compound just free roaming

or perhaps little turtles in ponds around the property

plus turtles kinda inherently have old lady swag to me

toguro - snake

he's used to things kinda climbing all over him

also appreciates the low maintenance aspect

would probably look at a snake dislocating its jaw to eat something whole and go "would you look at that,, you're pushing your limits to feed yourself,,, for you it's a matter of survival. truly i have much to learn" or some shit

sensui - chickens

uh. i don't have an explanation for this one. i think he and itsuki would raise chickens that's all

i think he would carry them under his arm and he'd like watching them walk around

koenma - dwarf hamsters

just the tiniest little fit-in-your-palm types. makes him feel bigger

i can just imagine one of those wire cages behind him in his office idk vibe checks out

[bonefall]

the "strange place" could be a private wildlife collector? i know the buying and selling of wild animals as pets can be pretty bad in the uk (or at least it is w/ birds of prey? that's abt what i know)

OH that's a good idea, that's going to be one of my top choices for if I DO end up needing to change the "twoleg den" in the upcoming super edition. Private wildlife collectors are a HUGE problem because the laws on simply owning exotic animals (as long as they're not covered by the Dangerous Wild Animals Act) are suuuuper lax in the UK, and the Zoo Licensing Act only applies if you accept general admission.

(and even then, specifically, you can take admission a limited amount of times a year. James Wellington's Animal Welfare Nightmare Extravaganza, beloved winter tradition, £25 each, kiddies of edible height get in free)

Birds in particular are a huuuge issue because there's big oversights in the laws surrounding the keeping of birds of prey. You don't actually need a license to own any birds except ostriches and cassowaries, or one of the five destructive invasive birds. Your pet eagle just needs to be registered so they know you didn't snatch it from the wild. Licenses will only apply if you're breeding, selling, or using it for falconry.

Maybe I could even tie this hypothetical antagonist guy to Sharptooth/One Eye/The God of Summer's previous human incarnation, on some off-chance the series ends up using this villain again. That could be kinda neat.