#fruit bat skull

[piratedllama-art]

Fruit b.at skull

Acrylic paint markers

[catluniscia]

Marked because its a commission piece.

This Bat might be only bones but they can still be cute!

A wonderful little sketch com I did for a wonderful person. They said, Draw what you want, They like goth, dark, and cute things.

So brain was thinking to do a skull with a bow…and then I decided to do a Fruit bat skull, they give off the vibes to like bat skulls. I was actually right so woo go me, please enjoy this little cutie!

[morggo]

Saguaro Bat

Acrylic on wood, 8.5" x 18"

Will be fore sale tomorrow, January 3rd at 1 PM pacific time. Follow me on ko-fi for shop updates.

[jaketeachesdeath]

The Hammerhead Fruit Bat, an impressive species without a doubt. The sexual diamorphism is incredibly noticeable too.

We spoke last time about how they are considered pest species and that honking is often the cause of that. With the decibel range and consistency of the honks its gotta get a little aggravating however, the males form what is a called a lek, a sort of group breeding display if you will. This behaviour is largely seen in birds interestingly enough.

Now because the males focus on honking so much the way they evolved is rather odd. Another name for them is the Big Lipped Bat thats due to the males facial set up for intense audio. Whilst that acoustic set up works fantastically its the internal organs we turn our attention to next.

The males internal organs seem rather displaced in comparison to the female, thats because their long larynx takes up like half of the body cavity to generate that honking display. How else could they create an impressive honk off at dusk to impress the ladies!

02/03/24

[kyngsnake]

wrow the rare irl post. new boot goofin + today’s fit

[audley-and-cherry]

Another batch of resin skulls came my way- I spent a little while this afternoon sorting and cleaning them.

Jackalopes, crows, magpies, fruit bats, hammerhead bat, ravens.

And whoever this guy is!

I'll start painting them on Monday- the goal is to make them look old and worn.

As always, if you want one to buy one of these, they're available for sale at https://www.etsy.com/shop/BlackRiderIndustries

Cherry helps.

[androdragynous]

wanted to make a lil promo post for EleyasDesigns on Etsy - I've gotten most of my eye patches from this shop! They've been very comfortable for me, come in both side options, and there are a TON of different fabrics (plain, patterned, seasonal, fandom, etc) so if you've been looking for something more interesting than the standard patch colors, I recommend them! :3

[dionysianivy]

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 🍂🎃

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October is a time of deep spiritual connection, transformation, and preparation for the darker months ahead. For witches, this month holds powerful energy as the veil between worlds becomes thinner, allowing for a deeper connection with spirits and their energies. During this time, we prepare for the colder season, readying ourselves for winter. The vibrations throughout the month are strong, making it the perfect time to practice our magic and align ourselves with the stillness of the approaching winter season. 

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Celebrations: 

Samhain/Halloween

(Samhain, meaning "summer's end," marks the end of the light half of the Celtic year and the beginning of the dark half. It's a time when the boundary between worlds grows thin. According to legend, on this day, the Dagda, the father god, and the Morrigan, the "phantom queen," unite to ensure fertility for the land, people, and animals in the coming year. The Morrigan, often described as a goddess of war, begins the ritual as an old woman but is restored to youth and beauty through their union.)

Planet:

Moon 

Flowers: 

Angelica, Marigold, Heather, Chrysantemum, Dahlia

Herbs/Plants: 

Sage, rosemary, witch hazel, catnip, garlic, allspice, bittersweet, patchouli, bay leaves, pumpkins 

Tarot Cards: 

The Death, The Devil 

Fruits:

Apple, pomegranate, grapes, pears, cranberries 

Deities: 

Nephthys, Hecate, Hel, Banba, Durga, Kali, Hades, Loki, Odin, Badb, Arawn, Belenus, the Dagda, Demeter, Persephone, Cernunnos, Morrigan 

Colors: 

Dark green, black, orange, deep red, purple, brown 

Runes: 

Wunjo, Hagalaz 

Crystals: 

Obsidian, onyx, carnelian, amethyst, opal, citrine 

Animals: 

Raven, crow, bat, spider, stag, scorpion, owl, cat 

Trees: 

Beech, willow 

Symbols: 

Acorns, pumpkins, raven, skull, broomstick 

Magical powers: 

Garden magic, communicating with spirits, connecting with other realms (otherworld), scrying, death (letting go of the old and welcoming the new), connecting with ancestors, shadow work, fertility, transformation, balance, inner peace. 

ACTIVITIES TO DO:

🎃Celebrate Samhain and Halloween

🎃Connect with your ancestors or the spirits of your loved ones

🎃Bake autumn recipes

🎃Use cinnamon essential oil in your practice

🎃Practice pumpkin magick

🎃Light candles and relax

🎃Do daily tarot readings

🎃Honor your ancestors or loved ones who have passed away by creating a special altar or offering them gifts

🎃Read about the history of witches

🎃Collect pine cones or acorns

🎃Decorate your home to welcome the spooky vibe

🎃Try rune divination

🎃Connect with the elements of Water and Fire

🎃Watch Halloween movies

🎃Include October elements in your practice (such as apple magic, manifesting with bay leaves, or using pumpkin seeds in spells)

🎃Experiment with new magical skills. You could try a new spell or explore different types of magic, like faerie or draconic magic

(Even though I wasn’t a huge fan of autumn before, this time of year—especially October—is when I feel the busiest, most inspired, and most connected to my craft. I’m especially excited to communicate with dragons! :D)

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[reiheartssimscc]

VAMP ִִֶֶָָ 𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐ tattoo set

✧ VAMP: 16 maxis match tattoos for your bloodsucker sims ✧

Happy Simblreen 🩸

dowload, credits, and more pics below

16 tattoos of (mostly) in-game objects because my love for vampire sims will never die 𓉸

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Besides the full body, tattoos are split into 7 packages:

back waist: plasma tree, vines

chest: cathedral window

left leg: skull display, deathflower

right leg: wolfsbane, plasma fruit, spider, simlish

left arm: grave, painting, garlic

right arm: sixam fly trap, statue, bat

BIG thank you to @helgatisha for the amazing vampire posepack. i mean come on!!

Thank you to all the cc creators whose stuff I used in this post + thumbnails!

dress ~ @arethabee

hair ~ @simcelebrity00

jewelry - @serenity-cc, @arethabee, @adrienpastel-blog

bra + underwear ~ @serenity-cc

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[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

HATE HOW GOOD YOU FEEL

KINKTOBER DAY 7 - HATE FUCK WITH RAYMOND LEON

Pairing.| Raymond Leon x fem!reader

Summary.| After months of tracking his most stressful case, Raymond can’t resist but to fuck you before he takes you in.

Warnings.| Hate fuck, degradation, rough sex, bondage, dub con, non con

Word count.| .9k

“Fuuuuuckkkk” Raymond groaned out, his dick hidden in between your clenching, slippery, dripping walls. His dark slicked back hair was a total mess.

You were face down ass up in the back seating of his car. Raymond was standing just outside the open back car door, his hands holding up your hips as he slowly pumped himself inside of you. Impulsively, your hands twisted in the handcuffs locked tightly behind your back. 

Raymond poked his head out onto the deserted highway, it was the middle of the day. The California sun attacked his pale skin. These roads were hardly traveled upon, neither of you had to worry about any audience. Over in the nearby ditch, your smashed up car laid there. A mere twenty minutes ago, Raymond had run your car off the road. 

His hand smacked your ass, he smirked at the way your cheeks jiggled. You had caused him so much stress and pressure at work, he had been tracking you down for months. But Raymond would always just fall short of catching you due to his idiot coworkers, or as he would blame. Timekeeper Raymond Leon always worked better alone. Today will provide enough evidence for that certainly. 

“Fuck babygirl, does criminal cunt always feel this good?” Raymond moaned, his mouth wide open as he pounded into you, his balls slapped against your clit. 

“Don’t make me feel special” you snarled back, hissing not at the pain, but at the pleasure he was bringing over you. It was the ultimate self-betrayal, if you gave into this whirlwind of sensation, your dignity would never recover. 

“Could say the same to you, I know you’re nothing more but a dirty whore. Surprised your pussy still feels tight, but then yet again, I know I’m bigger than most” Raymond chuckled, harshly slapping your ass again. 

He leant down, his hand quickly wrapping around your hair as he yanked your upper body up. You cried out in pain, mouth hanging open as your eyes darted for anything that could get you out of this. But you were completely at his whim. His lips pressed to your ear. 

“Heard you liked to fuck your victims first. Then robbed them blind, some to their last second of breath. Little fucking whore hey? Want to try to steal my time afterwards?” Raymond smirked, snapping his hips effortlessly into you, the ache of your back pulsed painfully. 

“I’ll fucking kill you next” you moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. 

“Aw babygirl, that’s so sweet of you” Raymond laughed softly, his free hand clawing into your ass cheek. “But just focus on taking my cock first, yeah?” He advised condescendingly. 

As your primal senses took over, you listened to him, focusing on squeezing his cock. The thought of killing a man with this good of dick game fled your mind. The pulses of your cunt sent a massive wave of vibrations down his shaft. 

“Fucking slut, you really made me work through the trenches. You know how shit people gave me?” Raymond snarled, his fingernails baring blood from your rear skin. 

“Come on Leon, can’t catch a little girl?”

“Ray-Ray-Ray” you spluttered out as he began to hit your cervix repetitively. 

“Yeah… Moan my fucking name, fucking desperate whore” he ordered viscously, his hand yanking at your hair to the point where your head pressed against the ceiling of the car. 

The memory of his hatred towards you fueled his tired body. He was unable to sleep because of you, so obsessed with catching you. Your beauty was the ultimate tease. The primal urges instead of him demanded that he showed you your place, especially when you batted your lashes at him so seductively. What could Raymond say, he couldn’t resist a taste of the forbidden fruit. 

“Raymond!” you shrieked out. 

The feeling of your orgasm tingled up and down your ways. Your vision started to darken as the heat in your core rapidly increased. The sensitive balloon in you demanded to be popped, but couldn’t seem to suck in enough oxygen to do so. 

Suddenly, he let go of your loop of hair, your upper body thudded onto the leather seating, your right shoulder receiving first impact. He slapped your ass again as he slipped his twitching length out of you.

“Fuck you!” you growled, your hips humping the air like a dog in heat, desperately trying to chase your high. 

“Sorry babygirl, but criminal whores need to earn their orgasm” Raymond condescended, as he stroked his juicy member. 

He yanked you out of the car, you tried to fight him, your legs kicking in every direction possible, but his hold was too swift, your body fell onto the rough sand and stone. 

“Come on, finish me off slut” Raymond growled, his tip poking at your closed mouth. 

Your tongue swirled over his tip before taking him into your mouth. Quickly, his hands tugged at your roots as he began to roughly fuck your mouth. You gagged against him, your body squirming around underneath him as he growled out his climax. His white ropes of pleasure coated the back of your throat as he slowly pulled himself out of you. 

As Raymond admired your beat up face, an idea came to mind, his thumb slipped into your mouth. They would merely time you out the second Raymond took you in. But he hadn’t reported that he caught you yet. 

So why not take a detour back to his, so you could really make up for his lost time.

[tiredwitchplant]

It's Time for Samhain! (Oct 31- Nov 1)

What is Samhain? In the Celtic calendar, Samhain marks the end of summer and the harvest season, and the beginning of the dark, cold winter months. It falls opposite Beltane on May 1, which represents the beginning of spring and the life-filled growing season.

It’s believed that the veil between the living and the dead is thinnest on Samhain. Historically, people were worried that they would encounter ornery spirits if they ventured outside on Samhain night, so they dressed as ghosts or wore masks to disguise themselves. Folks would leave treats on their front porch or place an extra setting at the table to welcome any friendly spirits who stopped by. You can see how these Samhain rituals easily morphed into our modern-day version of trick-or-treating in costume.

Nighttime bonfires were another of the long-standing Samhain rituals - this one was thought to help combat the impending darkness of winter and the fearful chill that accompanied the idea of roaming spirits. Because the veil between living and dead is believed to be the thinnest on this night, Samhain is also a powerful night for divination and spellcasting by candlelight.

Usual Symbols of Samhain:

Ale or Mead

Pumpkins

Skulls

Besom or Broom

Beans

Cauldron

Bats

Keys

Squash

Pomegranate

Nuts

Apples and Cider

Bones

Herbs and Plants for Samhain:

Rosemary – Associated with remembrance and is needed during this season in taking time to honor the memories of our ancestors and other lost loved ones. Can be used in an incense blend and at ancestor altar

Fall Flowers – Includes flowers like marigolds and chrysanthemums. Are associated with protection and chrysanthemums come in handy with connecting to the spirit world

Apples (the fruit, branches and blossoms) – Is considered sacred to a lot of gods. A good apple harvest means that the gods have shown the community their favor. You can use apples in different rituals, especially divination

Pomegranates – Is associated with the realm of the underworld and helps with communication with the dead. It is also associated with fertility of the fall.

Squashes, Pumpkins and Gourds – Is associated with abundance and provides sustenance for your family when the fields become bare and covered in snow. Is linked to psychic awareness and development and protection.

Mugwort – Is associated with divination and dreaming. Using Mugwort baths or incenses in the rituals can focus on treating depression, especially with the seasons changing

Rowan Trees – The branches and berries are a way to keep evil spirits out of your house and are associated with good health. If you plant a tree near a grave, it will prevent the dead from rising.

Sage – Is associated with cleansing and grounding. Is a great incense to cleanse your home to bring in the new and out with the old

Hawthorn – Has been associated with the gateway between humans and the spirit world. Is also rumored to an area where you can see fairies.

Crystals for Samhain:

Amethyst – Aids in opening one’s third eye and is valuable to be able to see Samhain’s spirits around

Black Obsidian – Is great for grounding and protect from evil spirits. Can be used in scrying when speaking to deities and spirits of Samhain

Citrine – Is used to honor the sun. Aids in prosperity spells and carries joy

Black Tourmaline – Wards off unwanted spirits from your property and can be buried into the ground to protect from psychic attacks and spirit intrusion

Orange Calcite – Orange is a sacred color to Samhain. This stone is associated with one’s sacral chakra and can cleanse and align reproductive organs, sexuality and get creativity flowing

Bloodstone – Known to heal cardiovascular illness and disease. Can help with ancestry links and work

Spirit Quartz – Is great in helping communicate with the spirits of Samhain and releasing old and toxic habits

Lepidolite – Used to appease the fairies that roam during Samhain

Serpentine – Is associated with snakes and aids in remembering past lives. Loki seems to like this stone and may be great to use for him if you work with him during this season

Dragonstone – Dragons are guardians of the earth, spirits of place, and connect us to Mother Nature. Helps say goodbye to the old years and our old selves

Skull shaped Stones – Since skulls are symbols of Samhain, skull shaped stone can help with symbolism during this holiday. They represent the life-death-rebirth cycle, wisdom and our ancestors

Spells and Rituals:

A Samhain Tea (Apple and Hawthorn Berry)

1 apple, sliced

2 Tablespoon dried hawthorn berries (or 4 Tablespoons fresh)

1 cinnamon stick

A pinch of cloves

4 cups water

Honey, to taste (optional)

Combine all ingredients in a small stockpot.

Bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer, covered, for 10 minutes.

Strain the plant material from the tea, then transfer the tea into two mugs.

Enjoy one for yourself, and leave the other on your table or front porch to nourish any wandering spirits who may pass while the veil between the living and the dead is thinnest.

A Pumpkin Spell for Prosperity

A pumpkin

Some paint

Go to the pumpkin patch (or local store) and select a pumpkin. Or let the pumpkin choose you.

Bring it home and paint prosperity symbols on it – money signs, runes for prosperity or harvest glyphs (whatever means prosperity to you).

Then place by your front door to invite prosperous vibes into your home this Samhain season.

Bonfire Release Purification Spell

Paper

Pen

Source of fire (bonfire, fireplace, candle flame)

Gather your materials and sit by the fire.

Take a few minutes to just listen to the fire crackling.

Gaze into the flames and connect with this powerful element.

Next begin to think about what habit or person you are releasing this Samhain. Think about why you’re purifying your life from this thing or person.

Then write the habit or person down on the piece of paper.

Fold it away from you 3 times.

Hold it in your hands and allow all of the negative thoughts and energies inside of you to “drain” out of you and into the paper.

Then throw it in the fire and say,

“After this Samhain, never again. Never again. I release _________ from my life by the power of the Samhain fire. So, mote it be.”

How to Make a Samhain Altar

Beautiful autumn leaves or flowers that you collect on a nature walk

A candle

A mugwort bundle

A string of rowan beads

A bowl of apples or a small pumpkin

A hawthorn wand or bowl of freshly picked hawthorn berries

A picture of your ancestors

To make an altar, first find a corner of your home or a table surface where you can arrange a few treasures. You don’t need a ton of space. You could use the top of a dresser, the corner of your desk, an unused side table, etc. 

After you’ve assembled your altar, spend some time sitting quietly in the space. Light the candle and/or mugwort wand, sip on a cup of Apple & Hawthorn Berry Tea and meditate on this energetically powerful day. 

I could find specific written instructions for a crystal grid but I found a video!

Crystal Grid for Samhain

Let's get ready for Samhain and have a great and safe time!

[justwinginglife]

Civilian Life Ft. Soshiro Hoshina

About a year ago now, a couple of lower class kaiju had made their way into your small suburban neighborhood. You had been babysitting some kids at the time, as you were friendly with most of the people in the neighborhood and liked to help out where you could. You and the kids were playing out in the yard when you felt the ground start to shake. Now it was normal to get earthquakes, but something in your gut told you something more sinister was on its way.

With a sweet smile, not wanting to scare the kids, you told them you'd make them treats if they wanted to go inside with you. They eagerly left their lawn toys strewn across the yard and raced inside. You didn't bother to pick up after them, you just followed closely behind them, making sure to keep your eyes laser fixed on them even though every fiber of you wanted to turn around to face what was coming, not wanting to leave your back exposed. You ushered them inside and locked the door behind you. Then for good measure, and for your own peace of mind, you pulled the bookshelf and the couch in front of the front door as though a kaiju couldn't break through it if it wanted to. It was the thought that counted. If you believe it will work, it will, you thought to yourself knowing how naïve that sounded. In these times, any bit of hope was needed.

You grabbed the metal baseball bat by the door and headed to the kitchen with the kids. You set the bat against the cabinet next to your leg as you started slicing some fruits with a knife, gripping the handle tight. Noises from outside started to bleed in through the house walls and the kids looked around for the source. You smiled again, trying not to let your nerves stain your face.

"Boy, someone is watching their tv really loud, huh?" You joked to the kids. "Hey let's all go downstairs and snack on some fruit, yeah?" They scurried down the stairs excitedly and you just hoped you could protect that innocence. You tucked the baseball bat under an armpit and then followed them, carrying the tray of fruit in one hand and squeezing the knife so tight in the other you thought it might meld into your skin.

You started to hear screaming outside and you winced, wanting to go out and help whatever poor soul was out there, but you waited with the kids, huddling them close to you and feeding them strawberries, whispering "Such a loud tv, such a loud tv."

Eventually a kaiju did break through the house and you heard it stomping around upstairs. "Hey, let's play a game." You told the children, moving them to a supply closet. "Be very quiet and the person that is the most quiet wins a prize afterwards okay?" You kissed them on the head and closed the closet door, positioning yourself in front of it with the bat and the knife at the ready. You knew it wouldn't do much good but you'd do your best. You inhaled and exhaled, the stress so excruciating that every breath felt like it might slice open your lungs.

Out of nowhere the kaiju smashed through the ceiling and crashed down in front of you. You didn't give it time to react, you plunged the knife deep into its eye socket and then used the bat to ram the knife further and further into its skull. You didn't think, you didn't breathe, you just kept hitting and hitting until suddenly it split in half. You blinked. You didn't think a bat could cut something so clean down the middle.

The corpse fell to the ground at your feet, revealing a dark haired man wielding a sword behind it. He cleaned the kaiju blood off his sword. "Of all the things. A kitchen knife and a baseball bat." He chuckled to himself, looking down at the body and your handiwork, still wiping at his blade.

You stood still, frozen in shock. Who... what?

His eyes met yours and he grinned. "Hey there."

You collapsed to your knees and just stared up at him. His eyes widened at your sudden movement and he knelt down in front of you. "Hey are you hurt? Talk to me." Concern spilled out of his throat. His beautiful throat.

You quickly looked back up at his eyes and shook your head no. He sighed, relieved. "I'm Vice Captain Hoshina with the Defense Force's Third Division, we're going to take care of you alright?" Then he looked at the door behind you as he realized you'd taken up a protective stance in front of it again even on your knees.

He stood up and pointed to the door as if asking for your permission to check behind it. You didn't even realize you were still blocking the way and you blinked trying to process what was going on. He sighed and helped you to your feet before gently moving you aside so he could examine the closet.

He was shocked to find that inside there were a bunch of children sucking on sliced strawberries peacefully. He laughed again, shaking his head this time. "You are really something," he turned back to face you. "What's your name, civilian?"

And that's how you met Soshiro Hoshina, Vice Captain of the Third Division of the Japan Anti-Kaiju Defense Force.

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Soshiro was back again, this time with a box of pastries tucked under his arm and a wide grin plastered across his face.

"Ohhh Y/N!" He calls to you, in a singsong voice. "I got the goodies."

You laugh and step away from the door, allowing him space to come inside.

He launches himself onto your couch and your eyes widen as you move to protect the box of pastries from getting squished. He's got it taken care of though, he knows what his priorities are. "You've got to try this. It's from that bakery we like, these are brand new items!" He exclaims excitedly, tearing open the box and plunging his hand in to grab you a treat. Before you can react, he's shoved it into your mouth. You chew and think for a moment, before smiling warmly.

"This is going to be my new favorite." You sigh happily as you continue munching on it.

He grins watching you eat. "Knew it." He wipes some powdered sugar off your chin.

After that fateful day when you two met, every month, on the dot, Soshiro came to visit you. He didn't have much time off but what little time he had, he spent with you. Riding bikes, going fishing, taking walks, just living the civilian life. He just thoroughly enjoyed your company to no end. Whether it was being impressed by your appetite, laughing at your jokes, gazing fondly as you took care of your neighbors, and of course- worrying about you taking on more kaiju alone with nothing more than what you could find around the house, he always seemed to find some meaning and contentment in being able to take part in this life of yours.

"-and so then, I told him that what he really needed to do was just..." You trail off after realizing Soshiro has just been staring at you in a daze this whole time you've been talking. You wave a hand in front of his face. "Earth to Soshiro Hoshina. Vice Captain, come in Vice Captain."

He grabs your hand and kisses it softly, his eyes warm as he gazes up at you. "Sorry. Distracted."

You roll your eyes. "And it was such an interesting story too." You tease.

He gets on his knees and bows multiple times, his forehead touching the floor each time. "Sorry sorry. Wouldn't want to interrupt one of Y/N's great stories." He grins cheekily.

You ruffle his hair to get back at him and he laughs, but he sits there and lets you continue anyway because he loves the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

The day goes on and you cook for him, you cuddle him on the couch while you watch mindless tv together, you stop watching tv and decide to talk about your hopes and dreams together, you even try to draw him at one point on a dare from him and you proudly hand him a stick figure of himself on a piece of paper. He teases you endlessly but you don't miss that he folds up the piece of paper gently and tucks it into his wallet tenderly.

Finally the sun starts to dip below the horizon and Soshiro sighs, knowing it's time to go. You feel his weight shift on the couch as he prepares to leave. To his surprise, this time you throw yourself on him and whisper into his chest, "Just stay this once."

His eyes soften at your words and he gives you a small smile but then he shakes his head no. "Duty calls, dear." He pokes you in the forehead but then gives it a tender kiss right after. You pout but you walk him to the door anyway, wanting to soak up any second you can get with him.

"Same time next month?" You ask sadly, leaning on the door frame as he takes his first step outside.

He turns to look back at you and tries to muster up another smile for you but you know he doesn't want to go either. "Count on it, baby." He pulls you in for a deep kiss and then releases you moments later. You don't want to open your eyes just yet, wanting the scent of him and the taste of him to linger a little longer and preserve the feeling of him in your arms, but when you finally do open them he's gone.

"Until next time." You say to no one but the air.

[dadsbongos]

Idk if u do anon requests given ur rules but I am a scared lil guy when it comes to sending ppl asks. I know you don't need to feel obligated to write it, but I wanted to share my silly little musings with someone at least, if you don't mind ^^

My brain doesn't want to shut up about the idea of a monster reader akin to Anansi's goatman joining the Touden party with malintent, only to be intimidated out of their plans by the fact the party constantly eats monsters. Despite them wanting to run, they're stuck there because the party will realize they've been infiltrated and probably eat them like all the other monsters if they find out.

i absolutely love anon requests! they are so lovely to receive i just kind of write depending on my current interest at the moment

3.4 k words / warnings - gore right off the bat, reader goes through psychological horror at the hands of laios touden, laios forcing the party into extreme situations

summary - that time laios domesticated a monster and everyone was mad at him. ~~~

You’re starving. You’re parched. You’re dizzy.

A woman is screaming in the corner, her eyes bulging from her head and hands clamped over her gaping mouth. Knees wobbling before she collapses to the ground, palms scraping against the floor in a final ditch effort to save herself. She screams louder when your head slowly rolls -- slanted eyes still on her frantic form.

Long fingers scoop from the bowl of a half-foot’s gut, you cup shreds of meat and stringing firm, warm innards to your mouth while maintaining focus on the woman.

No matter how much you eat, you’re starving. No matter what you drink, you’re parched.

The only solace you find in hearty meals is that the pressurized ache behind your skull fades, and with it goes the dazed sensation. You can walk firm and tall. You can stretch out and speak.

You can speak, “Come… here…”

She freezes. Wide eyes scrambling over you. Chest twitching with hyperventilation, “We gave you the half-foot! What else do you want?!”

Swallowing chunks of gummy flesh trapped in your teeth, you speak again, “Come… Now… Come…”

“No, please,” she whimpers, snot and tears dripping, “Please, please, please!”

She rocks onto her back, tumbling around to her feet and sprawling for a weapon. She finds one the big man used, she holds it up and her arms shake under the weight. She doesn’t pose a real threat that way -- she hadn’t lifted a finger to help the group fight.

Rising onto two feet, you tower over her and reach out, cupping her face with both hands. Thumbing the fat on her cheeks and pulling her ears, you croak,

“Mine…”

. . .

A red dragon used to plague this floor, you don’t hear him anymore. You feel confident to venture from your cave for more meal.

Recently, the hunger has gotten so bad you’ve begun drooling over yourself. Despite not caring for your appearance, the feeling is bothersome. The sensation of saliva-matted fur around your muzzle reminds you of the vacancy in your stomach.

Bravely creeping from the lulling warmth of your cavern, you come into the open grass and watch dire wolves nose at Barometz stalks. Unripe, ruby fruits shine under leaking light from higher places. Gold bounces off the fur of ripened fruits. You’re sure they’ll be harvested soon. Your only derision with unripe Barometz fruits is the smaller lamb. Even then, you cannot complain when the wolves more than make up for a lack of meat.

Just as you set to slide down the mossy wall, a red blur hastens toward the middle of the field. Large, pointed black ears twitch which gives you pause. The pale skin you can make out and thick cloth stresses to you that it's a human, but those ears and the hunched posture tell otherwise. Either way, it will have meat.

A man approaches, rushing behind the red blur, his tin shell clinks as he runs. He’s yelling. He can speak.

Long, gold hair and blue furs run after him -- two more men after the blonde woman. A group. A group made of thick bodies, sans the weird-looking red one and the child. No matter, they can fill your shriveled intestine while you divy the thick ones.

Or perhaps just the stout one could fill you. His broad frame is swollen with muscle and he looks well-kept: strong and lively.

Just the thought of cinching his fat thigh makes you swallow another well of spittle. As the wolves close in, the red and blue ones cut from the group, and you merely watch. Dead meat is still meat. If one party kills the other then all you have to do is interfere before they start eating their game.

The tin man gets low, on all fours, before yelping and barking like a rabid beast. He snarls and flails -- startling away the few wolves straggling behind.

After robing, you slide down the crag only to hiss as jagged rocks snag new skin. Spending so much time in your natural form makes the transition to a new face that much more difficult to acclimate to.

You’d lick up the thin blood trails if the three remaining bodies weren’t now gazing at you in shock.

The furthest away, the brown-headed child, scowls at your very presence. While the tin man seems to be fighting back an eager approach.

“Who are you?” the child bites from the back of the pack, eyes narrow and harsh.

An axe’s glint draws your attention to the stocky one. He’s raised his weapon against you.

Flashing yourself a downward glance, you confirm you’re in a human form. Are humans more distrusting the lower they venture?

You open your mouth, then think better of it, pointing to your throat and shaking your head.

“Mute, huh?” again, the child speaks before casting the tin man a look. His instant deferral makes you wonder if the tall one is the leader. Then the child looks to the short one, “Senshi…”

If that’s a secret code among them, you cannot make it out.

What do you look like?

Who did you last steal?

You mask another cursory study of yourself as a frustrated huff and sniffle -- the woman. The healer woman. These all seem to be men, and men are usually softer when you take the form of a woman.

You sniffle louder, frowning and covering your face.

“Ah,” the child stumbles back, “Senshi!”

“What?” the short one gruffs. So that must be its name, not a code.

“Do something!”

“Did you lose your party?” the tin man approaches instead of ‘Senshi’. His face is gentle, nothing but patience written in the low lid of his eyes.

Pathetically, you nod.

“Laios!” the child hisses. Is that another name?

“I’m Laios,” the tin man instantly confirms, then gesturing toward the child, “That’s Chilchuck. And this is Senshi,” his brows draw, “How’d you get down here by yourself?”

How did you meet this woman?

Wiping away cold blotches in your waterline, you point upwards before dramatically slamming the hand downward.

“You fell?” Chilchuck sounds suspicious.

Oh, well. Womanly charms (tears) can’t work on kids, you suppose.

“It’s possible,” Laios defends.

“If there was a faster way to get us down here, don’t you think I would’ve taken us through there?”

The pair glare at each other with Senshi a silent third party, though his axe remains raised. Abruptly, a sickening growl cracks through the air. Borderline blood curdling in the low, raw gurgle seeping from your stomach.

Manufacturing embarrassment, you cup the pouch of your tummy and shake your head apologetically.

“Are you hungry?” Laios asks redundantly, then offers a hand. His smile is just as soft as it had been moments ago, but something about its serenity ignites your brain.

A tingle races down your spine. Breath sputtering a moment and guts coiling unpleasantly. You can feel sweat bead your forehead regardless of the chilly breeze.

You haven’t felt like this since you first opened your goopy eyes to the dungeon’s lower levels. Like he’s about to spear you through the chest. Like he’s twice your size.

Blinking free from your stupor, you nod clumsily and take his hand. It's warm. Yours is clammy.

“Is this a good idea…?” Chilchuck looks up at Senshi, wringing his hands.

Before you can properly hear Senshi’s response, Laios is already pulling you towards the cavern that red blur darted out of. He climbs in first and pulls you in -- Senshi politely avoids looking up while following after. You sit between Laios and Chilchuck in the cavern, watching Laios’ hands skim over the large, unripe Barowitz. Without considering the action, you find yourself licking your lips as he leans his face against the fruit. His cheek puffing out.

Suddenly, his gaze is honed on you again, “As soon as Marcille and Izutsumi are back, we can start eating.”

You nod excitedly. Once the other two are back, you can release and consume. A group of five is sure to satiate you at long last. You’ve never seen such a large collection of bodies. You won’t ever have to eat again after this meal.

Your excitement is tempered when you catch a glimpse of Chilchuck in your peripherals.

Child. A child is down here?

Don’t humans usually put the lives of their young before their own?

You point at Chilchuck, hoping the child will relax once you demonstrate some maternal instinct. Mothers want their kids to eat, right? It sounds right. Your maker always watched you eat before diving in Himself.

“Chilchuck?” Laios murmurs, “What about him?”

Instinctually, your mouth opens again, only to clack shut again. You tap your lips then point to him again. Then you drag a finger through the smatter of dirt and dust along the cold floor. A risky move to write, but you’ve practiced well enough to pass.

EAT FIRST

Laios raises a brow at you, “Why would he eat first?”

CHILD

Laios smiles wider than even before.

Chilchuck scoffs, an overt anger filling his tone, “I’m not a child! How ignorant are you?!”

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Is he just a very short human like Senshi? But how is he so slight? How are his ears so big?

What is he?

Before any response can form from any person in the tunnel, the blue and red ones creep out from the darkness. Laios stands and approaches the pair. Blonde woman, the variety that has pointy ears -- you’ve seen lots of them down here -- continuously glances at you. She murmurs to Laios while the red one is leaning against her.

It stands on its hinds like a human, it groans like a human, it looks like a human sans the tail hanging between its legs and ears pointing upward. It's skinny, whatever it is. It was fast, looks like it has a useful face to steal.

You watch the group jabber amongst themselves, with the woman heatedly berating her fellow man for taking you in. Despite her harsh words, Laios’ face never falls: whether he’s truly so forgiving or just thrives off negative attention you’re unsure.

“I just have a good feeling,” his eyes pierce through you, and that tickle up your spine returns.

“Oh, good,” she grumbles.

“In any case, we’re all hungry,” at the prompt, Senshi moves towards the Barometz and steadies a hand against it, “I wanted to harvest a Barometz, but all the ripe ones were taken by dire wolves.”

Senshi punctures the fruit’s skin with a blade, cutting along the circumference, “Let’s see if we can cook it.”

Once halved, the side not supported by Senshi’s hand slips open with the premature lamb limply collapsing to the floor. Gelatinous bones jiggling against rock.

The thing with fur leans forward, “There’s a little sheep in the vegetable!”

“Aah! I can’t!” blue one grimaces, covering her face while Chilchuck gags, “For completely different ethical reasons, I refuse!”

You quirk a brow at her interjection -- food is food, no? They can dole out the fruit and get plump before you finally soothe your own aching gut. You’re almost tempted to rip back tight, uncomfortable skin and end the woman’s misery when Senshi’s voice calls to you.

“First cut up the Barometz ribs into whatever size proportion you want. Season them, sear them, add wine over top, cover the pan, and then braise them,” you watch as he casually defiles a creature he cannot understand, sizzling it and burning away faux fats.

You’ve never seen humans that bite back.

No matter how harmless a Barometz is, you’re in shock to see him searing up what is technically a monster.

“Next, boil the remainder of the fruit, peel off the skin, and cut it into chunks. Add some garlic and simmer it all together. With the sauce finished, you take that, pour it over the meat and… it’s ready!”

Barometz Balut.

“This helping’s yours, cat girl. Go on, take it.”

“What’s all the weird-looking stuff?”

While Senshi and ‘cat girl’ are locked in a debate, the man hands the woman in blue a serving as well. Her lips are stretched downward, her brows knotted towards the center of her forehead.

“Come on, Marcille, you’ve eaten Harpy eggs before. This should be easy!”

Harpy… eggs. Their young? What benefit does a Harpy egg provide? There is no meat. To eat that is to consume a beast simply because they can.

“That was out of desperation! I didn’t like them!”

She consumes despite it being unfulfilling? That, truly, is eating solely to prove it possible.

Your hands shake at your sides at the thought.

“That’s not true,” Laios denies.

“Okay, fine, they were… ugh. They were fine!”

“It’s okay, we all liked them. I think my favorite has been the red dragon, though,” Laios is positively beaming at you now.

The red dragon. He’s why the field’s warden has gone missing. Your shock is not lost on any of the group.

When your horror is evident, Chilchuck and the woman -Marcille- shoot forward while waving their hands around. As if to physically bat away any unsavory accusations.

“It was seasoned and cut up!” Chilchuck shouts, “We didn’t even eat all of it!”

Marcille nods rapidly, clutching the wood slat of food to her chest, “Yeah, we only had a little bit compared to how big it was!”

They scavenge the young and waste a beast as magnificent as the red dragon?

“We ate it because it ate my sister,” he’s still smiling.

A raucous chorus of his name is shrieked in protest.

Your breathing spikes, now certainly slick with sweat and chest thudding -- forget finally ending your hunger with them, how could they squander the red dragon? How could they still starve after eating such a large monster? Your palms find the floor, eyes flicking to the opening of the cavern.

When your gaze returns, Laios is staring at you. Wide amber eyes melting through your facade -- he knows, he must. How long has he known? Why not kill you as soon as he figured it out? Why lure you in?

The red one -Izutsumi- tilts its head at you, nose twitching. It smells the influx of sweat and dread.

You shoot up, opening your mouth for a husky growl, “Away… get… away…”

“I knew it!” Laios stands, “Oh, wow, I thought goatmen were extinct!”

He’s going to slice you open and they’ll eat you for fun. They won’t finish you. They’ll leave you for your maker to find.

“Goatman?!” Chilchuck wails, “You invited a goatman into the party?! Laios, I could strangle you!”

He’d kill his own ally?!

“So cool, though, and so far pretty harmless. I’ve heard they can be domesticated by feeding them brains every now and again.”

“Brain…” you shiver, flailing back into the wall, “No… Brain… No…”

Laios turns to Senshi with a preppy little smile, “It’s not an exact match, but the Barometz has something akin to a brain.”

These things are demons. No wonder your maker wants to devour them all.

Why eat a brain? You’d have to destroy the skull for that, and you need to keep the skull intact to steal a human’s face.

Senshi shrugs and hacks open the lamb’s skull with a loud crack, making you flinch back and yelp.

“First, chop the brain into four parts, season with olive oil and sprouts. Roll the brains in egg and wrap with bread. Normally you’d use crumbs or flour, but we’ll have to make due. Then fry in the pan with more oil over medium heat until…”

Laios snatches the brains from Senshi to shove onto your lap,

“It’s ready!”

FRIED LAMB BRAINS.

Senshi watches you carefully from beneath the shadow of his helmet. Meanwhile Marcille and Izutsumi are poised to attack with Chilchuck lingering in the very back. Those three are only additional to the presence of Laios, who looms above you with sword in hand. Eyes fiery with exhilaration, though he’s visibly ready to cut you down should you try escaping.

Your stomach echoes through the cavern. Drool pools and oozes through the gaps in your teeth, it smells good. So, with truly no other choice, you bring the fried brains to your mouth.

Oddly sweet, the juices are warm and electric on your tongue. You let out a soft hum and shovel more of the brains back. Again, you hum. You tip the wood slat and scoop all the meat down your gullet, licking the excess juices up and even sweeping crumbs into your mouth.

By the time your meal was picked clean, you felt something entirely new.

“Full…” you look up in amazement, wide eyed at Laios, “Full…”

A small hand cracks against Laios’ silver back, Chilchuck shouting in sharp, throaty tones that are completely unfamiliar to you. Laios frowns and murmurs about being sworn out in a foreign tongue.

Then Izutsumi yanks away, whipping her head back and forth, “Reeks in here!”

Chilchuck points at you, though is still glaring up at Laios, “And it smells!”

“Goatmen smell like goats,” Laios frowns.

Marcille hesitantly hangs a loose, thin blanket in front of you -- it takes you a moment to realize human skin is peeling off you in chunks. The faint scent of copper growing into a heavy, rotten stench of open carcass as you shed the woman’s skin. You’ve never prematurely ejected before. Normally, once you wear a person’s face you’re stuck there until it withers. Or you peel it off.

The smell gets so bad that Chilchuck and Izutsumi huff and storm to a neighboring hole in the cliff’s rockface. Marcille has to press her nose into the crook of her elbow, the sheet shaking as you stretch free from the woman’s body.

Unbeknownst to you, there is a silent battle between Marcille and Senshi. Until Laios, of course, breaks it.

“Why are you two glaring at each other?”

You rise to a stand, watching Marcille cast you a set of distrusting eyes before seething, “What should we do about it?”

“It ain’t doing anything wrong.”

“It’s a monster!” she turns suddenly towards Laios, “Didn’t you say all monsters are dangerous?!”

“They are,” Laios reaches towards his sword, squeezing the hilt and eyes sunken to the floor, “but it’s not like we were in real danger. Goatmen are pretty harmless in human forms.”

Marcille makes a startled groan behind clenched teeth, hands jerking out towards you.

“Fed goatmen are completely docile,” Laios reasons, “They only kill to eat. They’re more like an animal than a traditional monster.”

“So how do we know it won’t kill us when it gets hungry again?!”

Laios’ eyes seem to burst alight with stars, “Because we’ve fed it already! Before they were endangered some people would go down into dungeons just to domesticate and breed them for the surface. Once you prove yourself formidable and trustworthy, they’re pretty unwilling to try fighting you.”

“It can talk,” Senshi adds, “We can’t kill it just because.”

Marcille’s face goes red, a frustrated sigh leaving her lips, “It barely talks.”

You were taught words by your maker. He speaks with more clarity and ease than you do.

“It still talks,” Senshi doesn’t budge, “It ain't attacking either.”

For a moment, you contemplate killing these people.

Immediately, you’re repulsed by the mere thought. To see their soft faces and warm bodies torn open and to be smeared with their insides is so undesirable you heave. Brain rushing up your throat before you can swallow it down.

“Marcille live,” you caw, the woman looks up at you and you repeat yourself at her blank stare thinking she misunderstood you, “Want Marcille… alive…”

“Aw,” her coo is uneven, lips twitching in a way that, if you were better at reading people, would make you think she doesn’t trust you, “That’s actually kind of… nice?”

“I read they were loyal but I didn’t think the bonding process was so fast,” Laios marvels. Reaching out to lay a hand against your snout, he beams -- this has been a close second beast he’s dreamt of meeting. Number one still being a minotaur.

He’d been content to keep this interaction a daydream, since goatmen were thought extinct -- but look at you! Never had he thought something mythed to descend from demons could be so docile, and so…

“So cool…” Laios is boiling over with pure ecstasy as you tip your head down to fit more comfortably into his palm.

Senshi gathers the group’s remaining bags and announces he’ll re-settle camp with Chilchuck and Izutsumi. Although there’s a bonus pep in his step as he ponders jotting this whole day in his journal.

[dewsgremlin]

- Phantom coming into the livingroom and instantly clinging onto Rain -

Rain, a bit suprised: "What's wrong, baby bat?"

Phantom: "My tummy hurts..." -looking offended over to Aether who is walking into the livingroom - "...and Aether was so mean to me..."

Aether: "That's not even true?!"

Phantom, looking up to Rain with big, teary puppy eyes: "It's true..."

Rain, little bit overwhelmed: "Okay, just tell me what happened, love."

Phantom, sniffing: "I came to Aether, looking for help 'cause my tummy really hurts but he only said terrible things to me."

Aether: "No. That's not what happened! I just asked you, if you ate something you shouldn't have eat."

Phantom, whining and hiding his face against Rains neck: "There! He's saying the terrible thing again!"

Aether: "C'mon! Everybody knows, that you trying to eat everything you find!"

Phantom, looking at Rain with the most angelic puppy eyes: "I would never eat something, I'm not supposed to..."

Rain, rubbing over Phantom's back: "Okay, why don't you tell us what you eat today? I'm not saying, that you maybe ate something you shouldn't have but maybe you ate something your stomach just don't like?"

Phantom, thinking hard: "Mhm... i ate fruit loops, thirteen pancakes, two eggs and nine toasts in the morning. Then I ate a pizza, the rest of Cirrus' burger, two bags of chips, two bowls of chili sin carne and one bowl of chili con carne, two chocolate bar, three tomatos from the garden, one pack of onion rings, four cans of surströmming, seven bowls of vanilla ice cream and the pink cornflakes from Nihil's office with the rats and skulls on the package. Oh, and a small plate of salad."

Rain:

Aether:

Phantom, looking horrorfied: "It was the salad, wasn't it?"

Rain, sighing: "Yeah, definitely the salad was the problem. Most likely not the rat poison from Nihil's office, the 13 pancakes, the four cans of surströmming or whatever else you ate."

[al0v3w1tch]

݁݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ Lady Persephone… Yesterday was Lady Persephone’s worship day. Because I hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night, I completely forgot to make a post for her. I hope this helps teach you how to worship Her and Her mythology. ✾ Who is Persephone? Persephone is the daughter of the Olympian Gods, Zeus, and Demeter, she is the Goddess of spring, agriculture, reincarnation, and Queen of the Underworld; She is widely associated with growth, fertility, and love as well as everlasting pureness/youth. Her most famous myth is Her abduction by Hades, Her husband/uncle. ✾ Mythology. After Persephone was born, Her home was the Overworld alongside her mother Demeter. While she was picking flowers alongside the spring nymphs, the earth opened and She was abducted by Hades on His chariot. After Her abduction, Demeter struggled to keep up her divine duties and the earth started to die without Persephone, due to this, Hermes was sent to the Underworld to collect Persephone but before She left the Underworld; Hades tricked Persephone into eating pomegranate seeds. Due to this, Persephone now spends half the year in the Overworld and the other half in the Underworld which explains the seasons. Depending on the myth, Persephone is the mother of Dionysus after Zeus assaulted Her, however, the myth was changed later on as the ancient Greeks believed that having their chief God assaulting His daughter was too evil of Him. Nowadays, Dionysus was changed to Zagerus and He is known to be Hades’ son instead. Melionë was also a result of Zeus assaulting His daughter as He tricked Her by disguising Himself as Hades, although, modern interpretations of the myth have Hades be Her father, like Zagerus. Persephone also was associated with the Orpheus and Eurydice myth; when Orpheus descended into the Underworld to retrieve Eurydice, he managed to make a song so beautiful and heartbreaking that Hades became sympathetic toward him and offered Orpheus that he could take Eurydice back but the catch was he wasn’t allowed to turn back to see if Eurydice was behind him or even touch her to lead him out of the Underworld. Hades did this to test Orpheus’ love for his wife and how much he cared for her. 

✾ Symbols and Offerings. Symbols:  -Pomegranate. -Torches. -Seeds. -Flowers. -Skulls. -Bones. Offerings: -Any type of flowers (can be fake). -Pomegranate (fake, scents or food). -Found bones (Remember to thank the animal and leave an offering for them as a way of respect).  -Tarot decks you associate with her. -Nuts and seeds. -Fruit. -Anything with grains. -Anything minty. -Jewellery. -Poetry or any kind of art related to Her. -Floral/fruity scented candles. -Dried herbs or flowers. -Crystals: angel aura quartz, rose quartz, and opalite. -Drinks like tea, hot chocolate, water, milk or honey. -Bat, ram, deer or dog imagery. Persephone shares an altar with Lord Hades so if you wish to see altar inspiration, here is the post I made for Hades: https://www.tumblr.com/al0v3w1tch/766671508589477888/%E0%BD%90-%E0%BD%8B-lord-hades-today-is-lord?source=share ✾ Prayers. -Fair-haired Persephone, daughter of Demeter, friend of the nymphs, merry-hearted girls who dance bearefooted and play, carefree, in grassy fields, wreathed in bright spring flowers.

The joy of life is yours, goddess, the comfort of sun on skin, the dear bonds of friendship, the refuge of a mother’s love.

Well-crowned Persephone, bride of noble Hades, queen of the afterworld, clothed in fine silks, adorned with jewels, enthroned in glory, friend to those who have passed from this world into yours, advocate of the dead and the wronged.

Kindly Persephone, womanly one, of transformation do you know much, of the ways of the earth do you know much; of the life after life do you know much.

Gracious goddess, friend of mortals, I praise you and thank you for your gifts.

-Persephone, glorious goddess, fair one with hair that flows like ripened grain, eyes that catch the clear blue sky, a smile sweet yet shadowed, O light-footed one who dances in flowered fields, I praise you.Persephone, lovely one who knows the feel of sun on skin, who knows as well the press of cold stone against warm flesh, in the world of the living, no maid is so alive as you.

In the world of the dead, Persephone, you reign as queen, crowned with riches unsurpassed, enthroned in splendor, honored above all others.

Goddess, child of earth, bride of the darkness, I honor you. -Persephone, glorious goddess, fair one

with hair that flows like ripened grain, eyes that catch

the clear blue sky, a smile sweet yet shadowed,

O light-footed one who dances in flowered fields,

I praise you. Persephone, lovely one who knows

the feel of sun on skin, who knows as well the press

of cold stone against warm flesh, in the world

of the living, no maid is so alive as you.

In the world of the dead, Persephone, you reign

as queen, crowned with riches unsurpassed, enthroned

in splendor, honored above all others. Goddess,

child of the earth, bride of the darkness, I honor you. ✾ Blessed be.