#fucking canined potatoes

[xiaoluclair]

bro, bro do you understand, they hated each other it was always me or him, no and. they were pre pubescent and squeaking about he pushed me i pushed him back it was nothing it was just an inchident. they were like mortal enemies or some overdramatic shit cooked up under a mop of monagasque hair like bruh you were three, any puddle was proportionally the size of the pacific. now fast forward to when theyre like three and a half and it's smiles it's the best fun of my career it's i want this for another fifteen twenty years it's i know how strong he is it's touching hands and necks and arms and looks, really really soft looks (soft_wilted_cabbage.img), and it's nice (what's nice??) bc it means we know each other well (is it nice that you met so early, is it nice that your lives met the way they did again again and again, are you glad for it????) . they went from we didn't even say goodbye to we say hellow now to try and stop this middle-of-the-media-pen debrief and we couldn't stand each other to complete tunnel vision on that podium(tm) - miss ma'am did you see those fucking smiles, that grin, the pure elation, the ecstacy - and our relationship wasn't that great to laughing together and holding each other and respecting - admiring - each other to unshakeable degrees, we have a good relationship, from literal scowls to immediate smiles when asked about the other person and from never giving a single inch on track to understanding that, to loving that, to seeing it as a mirror and loving that too, and from, from grr to like, love heart love heart, likw- DO YOU UNDERSTAND—

[superfreeq]

He IS ugly on purpose <33

[xenomama]

CW NSFW Ahead

Full Moon

M!WereWolf x Fem!Reader

Monsterfucker, Werewolf, pet-play, size difference, bondage, mating press, knotting, overstimulation, established relationship, master/pet, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

I was cleaning around the den when I heard it, the soft jingling sound of my masters keys. I bolted upright, setting the broom in its place in the corner and running to the foyer to sit in my place in front of the door. I smiled happily at my master as he entered the den, giving me a soft pat on the head as he dropped his keys into the little tray on the table in the foyer. He headed into the living room, leaving me to follow after him like the obedient little pet that I was. His tail wagged and his canines showed as the corners of his snout turned upwards in a smile, his bright blueish-grey eyes watching my every move.  

“Good girl.” 

If I had a tail like him, it would be wagging right about now. Not only the sound of his voice but the praise he would give me made me so happy, and turned me on so much, my constantly naked body quivering in anticipation of the night's events, and my master could clearly see it, giving me a wicked smile as he turned to walk into the kitchen.  

My master, Culo, made dinner for us that night, roast lamb, which he had caught himself, with potatoes and asparagus. We happily ate it together, and then a few hours later, the two of us were curled up on his bed watching a movie. My heart was pounding now, excited to see what we would do tonight. My master must have felt it, because he turned off the tv on turned around to face me.  

“You ready, pretty girl?”  

His sultry voice turned me on even more, making me bite my lip as I nodded vigorously, excited for what would happen next. My master laid me down on my back, pulling off his belt and wrapping it around my wrists, tying them to the iron bedframe before pulling off the rest of his clothes.  

“Good girl, now spread your legs for master.” 

I closed my eyes and eagerly spread my legs, revealing the sopping mess of my pussy. I gasped as I felt my masters tongue lick up my slit before dipping into my tight hole. He thrust his tongue in and out of my pussy, the soft muscle stretching my hole and preparing me for what was to come.  

I moaned out as my master used his claws to circle my clit, stimulating me even more and bringing me closer to me release. I bucked my hips into his mouth, chasing my release as my master tongue-fucked my pussy. I moaned loud as I came on his tongue, my hole clenching and fluttering as he pulled his tongue out. I whined at the loss, but I knew that something much better was coming.  

“Such a good girl, cumming for me. Are you ready for the next part?”  

I nodded again, spreading my legs wide so my master could see how desperate I was. I could already see his own desperation, his cock peeking out of its sheath, his knot already starting to swell. I whined as he pressed his tip against my entrance, pumping his cock to its full length as he rubbed it against me. I moaned and bucked my hips again, desperate for my master to put his massive cock inside me.  

He pressed the tip against my entrance, teasing me for moment before slowly pushing in. I squirmed against my restraints, wishing so badly that I could reach up and pull him into a kiss, but I had to be a good girl, or else he would punish me, so I stopped struggling and stayed nice and still while he bottomed out inside me.  

Oh, how I loved the way he felt. The stretch of his huge cock as he sunk into my tight hole, the throbbing of his knot that remained just outside my pussy, the pulsing of the thick veins that encircled his cock, I loved it all.  

“Hnnngg, how do you always stay so tight?”  

My masters deep voice rumbled in my ear, bringing me back to reality for a split second before he started pounding into me, the head of his cock hitting my sweet spot inside every time he thrusted inside. I screamed in pleasure as he destroyed my pussy, his claws once again circling my clit.  

I moaned loudly as I came on his cock, my pussy clenching tightly as my master continued to ruin my hole, his pace never letting up as he fucked me through my orgasm. He pulled back as he continued to pound me, my mind too hazy from overstimulation to notice that he’d pulled my legs up over his shoulders and was now pushing me into a mating press, and it was only when I felt the strain of my legs being pushed down onto my stomach that I realized.  

My master grunted above me as his cock twitched inside me, a sign that he was getting close to his own orgasm. He leaned down even further and slipped his tongue in my mouth, pulling me into a wet sloppy kiss as his thrusts began to falter, his pace quickening as he chased his release.  

He pulled away me and howled as he came, pushing his knot inside me as he pumped his thick hot semen inside my hole, filling me to the brim without letting a single drop slip out, his thick knot keeping everything inside.  

We stayed like that for a while, panting as we came down from our highs. After a moment my master reached up and undid the belt around my wrists, letting them fall free with relief as he took my legs and pulled them off his shoulders, letting them settle around his waist as he picked me up and flipped me over, pulling me on top of him, the pull of knot inside me as he shuffled us around making me groan uncomfortably.  

“You did so well my love.” 

He whispered to me as he stroked my hair, kissing the top of my head and patting my back, a gentle reward for being a good girl for him. I felt myself starting to drift off as my master whispered sweet nothings into my ear, pulling the blanket over the two of us. I smiled as I felt the soft fabric cover my body, the warmth of his fur and the blanket on top of me pulling me further into sleep.  

The feeling of my master's tail thumping against the bed was the last thing I felt before drifting into a deep dreamless sleep.  

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

BOO

@fanofstuff01 BOO TO YOU TO BOOO

Happy spooky month! This is bullshit! I'm in pain and have a headache, so take this au, my beautiful online friends!

Dentist!Adam au.

He's a menace. He's not even a real dentist. He just walked into a random dental office and put on a uniform.

I feel sorry for whoever his patients are because fuck numbing- he just pulls out the fucking tooth. And it's usually the wrong tooth. So you have to go back.

He's the only dentist in this area, so good luck finding someone else.

You'll either get your teeth cleaned or he'll ride you- there's no in-between.

People honestly prefer having sex with him because he's actually really fucking hot. As you can guess, people really don't like it if he's in his working heads pace.

Penitent: I- uh- I'm here for 69ing-!

Adam: Sorry, babe, but that canine's gotta come out. Maybe next time~

He fucking eats the teeth. He's a fucked up tooth fairy. He doesn't make the rules.

Then Lucifer comes in. A monster hunter and collector of bones. Monster bones.

He hears about some creepy fuck taking people's teeth out, so he goes to see what's up.

He gets an appointment, but he doesn't let Adam touch him. He instantly knows what he is because he's got the sharpest fucking teeth.

Adam is instantly infatuated with this guy. He loves monster hunters. They taste great.

And Adam thinks this guy is going to be an easy kill because holy shit, this guy is so fucking small.

Lucifer doesn't reeeally want to kill Adam because even though he's creepy, he hasn't killed anyone. So, he finds the basement where Adam lives and ties him up.

Adam: ooh~, what are you going to do to me, Mr big, bad monster hunter~?

Lucifer: I'll going to take your head once I find a fucking person you've killed

Adam: take my head, huh? Oh, baby~, I'd rather take yours~. Allll night~.

Lucifer: ...

Did the real dentist fuck off or something lmao I'm loving this though.

Lucifer: Seriously?

Adam: Yeah, I see the outline from here big boy.~ I can take it.~

Lucifer: You eat people's teeth like potato chips.

Adam: Girls gotta eat babe.~

[padfootastic]

i just want to put it out there that sirius black is scary as fuck from a purely physical point of view.

he’s tall as shit, has been since fifth year when he got his growth spurt, and he has tendency to loom over most people.

there’s also the matter of his poker face—it’s impeccable, untouchable. can make anyone feel like him stuck to the bottom of his shoe. he learnt it from the best in house black and it’s his default. there’s a reason people are afraid of approaching him, and are slightly awed by james’ ability to unconditionally do so at all times.

his magic is ridiculously sentient. it swirls around him at all times, often feeling suffocating to those near him. he doesn’t even notice how it swells with his emotions, rising in his defence without him having to call it. at times, it can feel like a brick wall, that’s how powerful it is. and it’s cold. people have been known to shiver and turn into metaphorical icicles around him.

and he’s also just intimidating in a—social capital way ykno? so much money, training, and status. it shows. he could be dressed in a potato sack and he’d still reek of royalty. which is essentially what the blacks are.

and this is it u don’t take padfoot into account. this fuckoff huge Grim who’s literally an omen of death, easily twice the size of any human around him, just bounding around with sharp canines on display and malice in his eyes. it’s the easiest thing to piss ur pants when u come into contact w him.

[white-poppie]

MSBY! Thirst tweets

A/N: The way I had to search up thirst tweets because I have no idea how people write things on twitter, the mildest ones are the ones I wrote- I am shook. (Not me using the Bangchan meme for Hinata."

Try to guess which ones I wrote ;)

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

"Hello, this is Atsumu Miya from MSBY black jackals and m' reacting to thirst tweets!" the faux blonde grinned happily.

"Are you on twitter, Miya-san?"

"I used to be, but then I deleted it, it's a scary place," the man shudders exaggeratedly, clutching the fish bowl with paper scraps closer to him.

Carefully he takes out one piece and unfolding it, head tilting in delight at the question.

"I want Atsumu Miya to crush my skull between his massive thighs."

A cocky grin made its way onto his face, he slaps his thigh, looking straight at the camera, "As much as I would love to indulge in fan service, I don't wanna be charged for man-slaughter"

He laughs and throws the scrap of paper on the floor, fishing for another.

"I want a piece of that cake Atsumu carries everyday"

A snort leaves Atsumu's mouth after reading, "Y'all need to chill, seriously."

Taking another piece of paper out, Atsumu read.

"Fuck Daddy-Issues or Mommy-issues, my only issue is, not having Atsumu Miya in my arms right now!"

"Awww, this one is so cute man," he grins, "thank you 'Mrs.Miya49. By your username, it seems as if you have already claimed me though," he says with a wink.

"Alright this is the last one," he says and speakes in an exaggeratedly British accent.

"Atsumu Miya is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, my ovaries are ready to produce Miya 3.0. thank you very much."

"Holy shit," he gasps, "I am so flattered that you think I am gorgeous, but I think you should contact my twin for Miya 3.0, though. He is more of a family guy than I am," he says and pauses, "for now at-least," he winks.

"I might re-download Twitter to reply to you guys now."'

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

"Hey, this is Bokuto Koutaro from MSBY black jackals and today I am reacting to thirst tweets with puppies."

Bokuto cackles while sitting on the floor, as majestic tiny creatures step out of a wooden crate, "great, now I am not going to get any work done"

He scratches gently behind a brown one's ear, his large hand making the puppy seem even tinier. One of them struggles to climb on Bokuto's lap. He gently places him on his crisscrossed legs and canine soon nuzzles in. While one puppy minds his own business biting Kou's shoes.

"Oh hey buddy, that's not nice," he gently pushes the puppy away with his pointer finger, which only spites the tiny fiend more.

"Right, I won't get distracted now, I can see the director glaring," he laughs while petting the puppy nestled in his lap, peacefully.

"Bokuto Koutaro is what SZA had in mind when she wrote 'big-boy'. This man DESTROY me, manhandle me, tear me apart. I would have no regrets."

Bokuto blinks rapidly as if trying to process the info, "wow-uhm you guys are violent, but yeah I have heard that song, but it never crossed my mind even once."

Bokuto pouts at the puppy, chewing the laces of his branded shoes, away so that the camera can't see, "I should cover your ears, eh?"

"I want to be crushed by Bokuto, this man can throw me over his shoulder like a potato sack, please please please."

"I mean if you are asking so nicely, I'll throw you over my shoulder; no crushing though, I like my fans uncrushed!" he laughs boisterously.

"I wanna lick the sweat off Koutarou's abs, bet it's the sweetest thing ever."

Bokuto scrunches his face in disgust, "Gross, I mean of that's what you are into- but I beg you please reconsider, that's very unhygienic," he says while kissing the pup's head with a loud 'mwah', "Sakusa would have had a breakdown just reading this."

"Wanna bite Bokuto's man-tiddies nom nom nom, wanna mark him all up"

Bokuto blinks aggressively looking at the camera in a way that would be used by his fans as a meme reaction for months to come, "Is this Atsumu? I bet it was Atsumu tweeting this. That guy always calls his abs man-tiddies."

Bokuto pouts sadly as the staff takes the puppies away, "This was Bokuto Koutaro from MSBY Black Jackals, reading thirst tweets with puppies. Send more of these guys so I can come and play the pups!"

𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎

"Hello folks! This is Hinata Shoyo from MSBY Black Jackals and today I am reacting to thirst tweets!" the tangerine haired-boy said excitedly as rubber his palms together in delight.

In his muscular arms, he holds the phone the staff gave him and reads the first tweet.

Hinata Shoyo has such a big leap, like a rabbit, jsksjksjk he the cutest

Hinata giggles at the comparison, "I have been called a lot of things in life, rabbit has to be the first, I like it!"

He glances at the tweet again, "You know what else is big ?" he pauses looking down at his legs, "My...uh feet! My feet!" he quickly averts the topic after he earns a glare from the manager.

Research shows that if you are scared of spiders, you are likely to find them in your room...ooo I am so scared of Hinata Shoyo. It would be soooo scary if he climbed into my bed at night~

Hinata laughs loudly, licking his lips, "You guys are so creative, how do you even think of these things?"

Hinata shakes his head, smiling as he scrolls on

I want Hinata Shoyo to [redacted] me [redacted] and [redacted] my guts while whispering [redacted] into my ear.

"Did- did you just physically type out redacted-" Hinata says with his mouth open in shock, "it can be interpreted in many ways you know?"

"It can be I want Hinata Shoyo to call me tonight and operate my guts while whispering 'touch some grass' in my ear" He shrugs his shoulders, "Not so thirsty now."

Looking at Hinata should be illegal, I saw one of his games and now I got pregnant. Who is going to take the responsibility now @msbyblackjackals.official ? Huh? Huh??

"BAHAHAH you even tagged the official account" he laughs, wiping the tears from his eyes, "please let me know the update on the child, I will take responsibility."

"This was Hinata Shoyo from MSBY reading thirst tweets, thank you for all the sweet and thirsty comments, appreciate them equally"

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈

"Do I really have to do this?" he mutters hesitant, looking at the rolling camera.

"Yes Sakusa-san, everyone from the team is doing this."

"Fine," he sighs, "this is Sakusa Kiyoomi from MSBY black jackals and I am reacting to thirst tweets."

He hesitantly reads the first question displayed on the screen

I want Sakusa to chew on my head like a bubblegum.

Sakusa looks at the camera with a disgusted expression, "no."

Omi is the man of my dreams, a knight in shining armour, rose petals and shit. I want him to rail the life out of me.

Sakusa sighs and lets out a small hum of acknowledgement, "This one isn't that bad. Flattered to hear that I am the man of your dreams, darling."

Not to be all NSFW and shit, but I wanna like...hold hands with Sakusa... >_<

Sakusa chortles at the message, "you got me scared there for a second. Sorry, I am not really good with physical contact and stuff, but this was sweet."

Sakusa's pretty and veiny hands with long fingers bark bark bark!! I wanna be a mosquito and suck the blood out of those veins nom nom; use them as a necklace and stuff.

"Very...specific fetishes you people have," he looks down at his hands, "no hand necklaces for you." he grins and flexes the veins on his hands, "Not until you ask nicely for it~."

"This was Sakusa Kiyoomi, reading thirst tweets. You guys need therapy and I am more than ready to pay for it."

"Oo Sugar Daddy Vibes," the production crew laughs.

"Remind me to never do this again."

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[barrenclan]

ok ONE more music ask bc i think this is the third one i’ve submitted for the new issue so far:

so i went back & read issue 37 while listening to “drunk walk home” by mitski (both the original and the live at palisades version), timing my reading with the listening so that certain panels & passages would line up with the right points in the song, and dear. fucking. LORD. i wanna make a rainhaze pmv with this so badly. the only question is which version of the song to use

so the best way i can explain it:

*drumbeat intro* - the title page

“i will retire to the salton sea/at the age of 23” - that comic panel at the beginning showing how much he changed

“for i’ve started to learn i may never be free/but though I may never be free/fuck you and your money/i’m tired of your money” - idk exactly how it’d line up with the issue but something something him being influenced by defiance & ranger, something something “you can love someone and still hate/hurt them”

*guitar picks up* - the canine realization and/or slug’s reaction to the murder reveal. some combination of the two.

“and i sit on the curb ‘cause it’s the prettiest night/with no one else in sight/don’t you know i wore this dress for you/these killer heels for you” - rain gets all defensive & tries to justify the murder with the sleep thing & the hypocrisy

“see the dark, it moves/with every breath of the breeze” (+ the buildup before the guitar solo) - “convince them…okay”

*guitar solo* - slug attacks him, big fight scene

and of course the screaming at the end correlates to him screaming as he’s gutted like a baked potato

Nice!! I always love how much thought you put into song choices.

As a Johnny Cash enjoyer I must say I do prefer his cover but of course I love Nine Inch Nails too. More dark and gritty does fit Rainhaze better.

I've never actually listened to or seen Repo, but it does seem like something that would be up my alley. It does fit him too, driving in what he's done and forcing him to remember killing Asphodelpaw.

I remember every dying whisper Every desperate murmur I remember when I gaze upon her She looks just like you I remember, I remember

I like this from Rainhaze's perspective, like he's constantly trying to guess what Ranger wants from him, how much he has to hurt himself to please Ranger.

The waves suck you in then you drown If like, you'd just stay down with me I'll swim down with you Is that what you want?

You hang the anchors over my neck (Saw your end) I liked it at first but the more you laughed The crazier I became

Haha aww, Pinepaw.

I lost some weight from anxious pacing talking on the telephone If I look cool I'm fooling you At any point you can assume My mind's computing every path that screws up what I wanna do

The things that I can't shoulder well I pass onto my older self And hope I learn to cope so I don't end up broke or overwhelmed 'Cause vocally, I'm not the best

Poinsettia is an interesting pull, but I can see it. I hate to say Rainhaze once again but yknow... kinda Rainhaze...

The feelings of regret And now I'm running to forget But know, the consequence of imagination's fear I met a man downtown the other day With ruby eyes that took my life away

Thе antidote we look so hard to find To purge yourself of fear, relax your mind But heaven only knows Where my mind leads, the feeling grows

Someone has actually recently made an incredible animatic set to Ptolemaea, actually! You can see it here.

That's alright, I usually do all the lyric quoting!

Pick up another cigarette Smoke it now and soon you'll forget If only your silver lining had better timing 'Cause there's no crown for one on the way down

Your dull blade and your dusty attire Can bring back all those burning desires So go back to the pit or roll over

I'd love to see the animation if you ever make it! It does have big synergy with "The Death of BarrenClan" event.

Heed the sirens, take shelter, my lover Flee the fire that devours But the sight held me fixed like a bayonet against my throat

It was a pale white horse With a crooked smile And I knew it was my time

Not a song in the world that doesn't make me think of Rainhaze... anyways, I always like a good Hoosiers song.

Everything you love turns to dust, You'd make more of it but you felt rushed By all that's periphery, You held tight, but on the contrary

Don't look your life passed you by, 'Cause you're too attached to it, Don't look your life passed you by, 'Cause you're too attached to it

[coolearistrashcollection]

Tag Game: Write Yourself!

I've been tagged to do this challenge by @slutshamethesquirrels , so this piece is naturally inspired by her entry (GO CHECK SHAMESY NOW!)

I think I got a bit carried away tho lol, that's what 6h worth of travel and no internet does to someone bored on the notes app I guess lol

Moreover, I don't know many people so like, do it if you want?

You catch sight of her in the distance, rushing towards you, her headphones barely stuffed into that overly-decorated backpack. Every step echoes with the jingle of a dozen keychains and pins, announcing her presence like a warning bell. She's definitely more fidgety than usual, and her dark circles seem darker– no doubt the aftereffects of another late night. You've heard all about her thesis and her sworn vendetta against the university's computers. You can practically hear her voice: “I swear, the university servers are run on potatoes. My old PC is a supercomputer by comparison!”

Typical engineering student– powered by coffee and, occasionally, spite. She'd probably laugh if you teased her about the stress, eyes lighting up in that way they do when she's preparing to tease back, “Shear, tensile, or fatigue?”

She reaches you, breathless, her all-black outfit blending with the gloomy weather. Today, she's bundled up in that enormous faux-fur coat. The only speck of colour you see on her is actually from her hair, messy red-dyed streaks and racoon tails she dyed herself on impulse.

“I swear I left the house on time! Public transport fucked me again!” She says with a grin that flashes a glimpse of her sharp canines. As she speaks, her fingers find their usual targets– first picking absentmindedly at the skin around her nails, then moving to fidget with the ring she always wears. It's a telltale sign: disrupted routines make her restless, you know. That's when you notice her nails, usually painted in her signature metallic cherry, are a chipped pink pearl instead. It's rare to see her change colours, and given the already peeling polish, you figure she was either too busy to apply the top coat– or too stressed to care.

You shrug, pulling your bag off the canteen seat you saved, waving her worry away. It's lucky to even have a spot here with the recent swarm of first-years flooding the place, and you can already tell she's relieved.

She drops into the seat, immediately digging into her bag for her Tupperware, and just the scent alone– sweet, buttery, familiar– makes you salivate. You're in luck, she made her famous scones this time. You don't even get the chance to thank her before she shoves one into your hands, insisting you take it without a second thought.

As she settles into the seat, her tension seems to ease slightly. She sighs, taking in the lively chaos of the canteen around you. You notice her shoulders relax as she tucks a few red-streaked strands behind her ear, where her earrings –a mix of hoops, charms, and mismatched studs– dangle with every slight movement. She glances around, her big glasses framing bright blue-grey eyes that pop against her heavy eyeliner, giving her gaze an intense, almost electric focus.

“God, I needed a break,” she mutters, more to herself than to you, but then she turns back, studying you with that familiar glint in her eye. She takes a slow, deliberate bite of her scone, a hum of satisfaction slipping out, before raising an eyebrow at you. “So,” she begins, leaning in like she's about to reveal a big secret, “you've gotta tell me– have the scones been perfected?”

“If this is another recipe experiment, you know I'm not the only one who wants to be a test subject,” you laugh, reaching for another one. "But yes, they're even better than last time."

“Test subject? Please,” she scoffs playfully, flashing her signature toothy grin. “I prefer the term ‘lab rats'– though yes, you and the others are all my little testers.” She gives a dramatic roll of her eyes, a mock sigh of pity. “The things you all endure for the sake of science.”

You can't help but grin too, taking a bite of the scone while she watches you, her expression one of amused concentration. She may not say it, she isn't one to pour out affection in words, but you've learned to read between the lines of her cooking. This is her way of showing that she considers you a friend– testing her creations on you, perfecting each recipe like it's a lab experiment and you're her chosen subject.

“Well, I'd say your lab work's paying off,” you tell her, as the buttery, flaky pastry melts in your mouth. “Though maybe you should think about ditching chemical engineering and open a bakery after your thesis instead.”

Her laugh is genuine, and she leans back, clearly satisfied. “That's actually my retirement plan. I'll open a bakery, and always make extra for you.”

[fawncr33k]

*ahem sounds* First fanfic I've ever made. It's for @irodimww !

Note: This may contain out of characterness

Bunster tapped his fingers on the dinner table, his leg bobbing up and down vigorously. "Wasn't Blindy supposed to be here an hour ago? I swear, he's never on time." Bunster scoffs. As soon as he finishes his words, the front door creaks open, revealing a bloodied and bruised Blindy. Blood leaked from his nose, dribbling down his chin, and his blindfold was nearly shredded, held together by hastily made stitches. Bunster's blood ran cold at the site, his hands fidgeting together. He quickly pulls a mental mask on and leans back in the chair. "Speak of the devil, Blindy. You're late." Bunster grins. He knew that would irritate Blindy. Blindy used his sword as a crutch, limping over to the table and sitting down. Bunster glanced up and down his figure, noting all the wounds and bruises. "So, rough day?" Bunster pokes. Blindy's mask furrowed, and Bunster knew he was glaring. "Aww, are you mad I hurt your feelings?" He teased. Blindy began to slump, his ears drooping. Bunster didn't believe it at first. "What, you trying to make me drop my guard for you?" He chuckles. After he noticed it going on for a bit longer than he expected, he stood up. "Well, you'd be right." Bunster mutters. He stands, making his way to Blindy and grabbing him roughly by the back of the shirt. Blindy tenses. "Let.... go." He growls. Bunster looks down at him. "Haha." He laughs sarcastically. "Not a chance." Bunster takes his other hand and wraps it around Blindy's stomach, effectively holding him like a sack of potatoes. Blindy grimaced, one of his worst wounds on the area Bunster had his arm wrapped around. Bunster carried him to the bathroom, setting him on the toilet. "Stay." Bunster went and took two rolls of gauze, a couple packets of antibacterial cream, and gauze clips from the shelves. Bunster reaches for Blindy's cloak but was quickly intercepted by nearly getting bit. Blindy's sharp teeth clamped down on the air where Bunster's hand had been. Bunster reacts just as fast and clamped his hand over his mouth. "No biting, or I'll shove a sock in your mouth." Bunster threatens. Blindy glares. "I'm.. fine." He miraculously manages to get out, between Bunster's paw and his weakness. Bunster watches him with an unamused expression. "Sure, now shut up and stay still." Bunster begins cleaning and then wrapping Blindy's wounds, steering clear of Blindy's sharp canines. "Now that that's done, how about we never talk about this shit again?" Bunster mutters. Blindy hisses through gritted teeth. "Fuck you." Bunster jerks back in suprise. He pushes Blindy against the wall before leaving. Blindy rubs his side and makes his way to the small bedroom. "He actually can take care of wounds. Suprising." He muttered, sitting on the bed.

[restinthewest]

Long ramble under the cut about Hallow’s elbow issues/general health stuff

I’ve referenced it a couple times, but here’s the story with Hallow’s elbows: in early February she went in for “just in case” x-rays of all major joints just to see how things were looking. She’d had these two years prior, but her elbows hadn’t been done that time. Aside from a sprain when she was two, she’s never seemed to have issues with her elbows, so I wasn’t really worried.

X-rays revealed that significant spondylosis had formed in the last two years (seriously concerning/disappointing but not unexpected) and… she appears to have significant issues in both elbows.

My first action was to lay in bed crying and being dramatic for days.

My second was to book her with an ortho vet so she could get CTs done and could put together a treatment plan. However, due to the fact that I live a bit of a drive from the practice and there’s been snowstorms every time her appointments been booked/rescheduled, we haven’t made it out there yet.

In the meantime I’d joined groups for canine ED and researched online, and the more time passes, the less certain I am that I want to do really anything at all about her elbows.

I am being serious when I say that Hallow does not limp, head bob, have any of the typical gait markers of ED. The only two things that have ever made me wonder about her elbows are (1) sometimes she curls her front paws under her legs when she’s laying down and (2) she has sloppy confo in her front. Other than that, I would never had guessed there was an issue, even now with hindsight. It’s entirely possible that she has some degree of pain stemming from her elbows, but if she does, it is not significant enough for her to change her behavior. She had an extremely long, eventful, active day over last weekend and she was tired the next day and was weak in the back end but had no apparent issues with her front limbs. I’m stumped.

If CT scans confirm the issue, it’s almost certain that some type of surgical procedure will be recommended. My pause is- what is the risk of causing MORE problems by digging around in those joints, when she’s currently doing ok?

Its all anecdotal, but in my ED groups I have observed a LOT of people worrying about the fact that their dogs have not had improved QOL after various surgical procedures, and in many cases, seem to be in more pain long term post-surgery. This possibility freaks me the fuck out! Conversely, I have heard accounts from people whose dogs have had awful elbows on paper but never took a lame step, never had significant treatment of any kind, and lived full, long, active lives.

Not to mention, elbow surgery almost certainly wouldn’t be covered by her insurance, and whatever that cost would be certainly wouldn’t be small potatoes for me. If I were confident that surgery would help her, I’d figure it out and have it done, in a heartbeat, but the thought that I’d spend all that money and it could cause problems where there aren’t currently problems? Ehhhhhh.

At the same time, I worry that I don’t do the surgery now, when she’s young, and four years down the road she’s crippled with arthritis that can’t be undone, and she’s no longer a good candidate for surgery.

I wish I had a crystal ball!! This is such a tough decision. I haven’t rescheduled her ortho consult from the last time we had to cancel due to snow… and I don’t think I’m going to reschedule it.

I need an adult.

[grimsneverendingfuneral]

weird shit for you to tell us about tomorrow: what colour do you think your soul is? what sex-related injury are you most likely to inflict? what’s your dream breakfast? what’s your nightmare breakfast? what gets you off lately? what makes you feel whole? when you think of someone you hate, what is it about them that makes you so bothered? what were you like when you were four? ok love you goodnight

its far from tomorrow but it is today

my soul is purple. blues and reds billowing against each other, melancholy and passion merging together. serenity, wisdom and reliability fusing with anger love vigour and courage. ya

i bite really hard during sex. i only broke skin once but its because my canine scraped her collarbone

dream breakfast FUCK. honestly. any cabane à sucre breakfast forever and ever. classic eggs sausage bacon potatoes toast with jam and butter and a side of blueberry pancakes. nightmare breakfast? huh. i dunno. i love breakfast. probably like….oatmeal

what gets me off? im not sure if this has a sexual intent but i shall answer figuratively and literally. figuratively, pretty much everything. i am a very grateful individual. the cracks in my life are filled with gold. as for sexually, being smothered, like, borderline suffocated

ngl when i bike really really fast (and recklessly) on my electric bike and feel like im about to die but i dont. i feel pretty whole then

i dont hate anyone, not really. i kinda mostly feel pity for people, which might be worse. i think ultimately though, the thing i tend to “hate” the most is when someone tries to manipulate me so blatantly and obviously. even worse when it actually works. anything that bothers me in someone though is kinda silly, in retrospect, because its usually just a personality clash.

when i was four i was polite, charming, dangerously curious and highly adventurous. i would climb everywhere. every time my mom would turn away from me, i’d climb. you always had to look up to find me. i was a bit strange, always thinking. i needed constant stimulation and would get it on my own. i was very very mature. would greet people at the door, offer them water. i had manners. i wanted attention but didn’t know how to get it. i was off in lalaland a lot, always making up stories and roleplaying entire movies. i wasn’t much different than how i am now, only more innocent.

thank you so kindly for this. it was super fun like holy shit. you’re so good to me 💗

[the-meme-monarch]

oh oh chulip headcanons, got any abt Julie? I thought it was neat she used to be an idol, and just by basic virtue of "time passed since the game was made" one of the older school type ones.

i will also do goro, love interest, and the cat bc i don't think i have enough to constitute them being in their own posts!!! and in case no one asks for them. and they are Family

-its a fond headcanon of mine that just about everyone in llt is Not Human so julie has non-retractable claws, sharp canines, and four eyes (her eyebrows) :], love interest inhereted the claws and canines. I'm not certain yet but im thinking goro is. a sentient sweet potato thing in human form based on his section in Her Heart .

-love interest's bow emotes like cat ears :]

-julie and goro are t4t. when you show julie dr dandy's card she says "[love interest] was born at that hospital". notice she didn't specify who gave birth to her

-love interest is also trans

-when love interest ran away it was moreso that she went to school one morning and just. never went back home. stuffed her telescope and sleeping bag into her backpack and left

-this isn't My headcanon but I adopted it as well. goro is so so good at making sandwiches. i think he's actually a better cook than julie(her yakitori being described by Everyone as being burnt and/or raw, where goro considers his sweet potatoes to be art and also they heal you so i don't think Julie made them.)

-love interest used to help her mom cook or help goro sell sweet potatoes :] she was the one keeping the business afloat really .

-julie and goro having been an idol and a movie director and A Couple, made llt into a bit of a tourist attraction. before then llt was literally only known about bc of lover's tree, (which i like to think that in-universe the "[name] and [name] sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g" rhyme came from! it is inaccurate to actual lover's tree lore and it pisses llt residents off So Bad!) anyway them being individually popular and Together put llt like Actually on the map. but julie was a one hit wonder and goro's career fizzled out around when love interest was born (his last movie being akuma doll). julie opened a restaurant to try to keep an audience, but well. she is Not a good cook.

-goro was famous for his movies bc they were so bad they're good. y'know.

-goro and julie don't really wear their wedding rings, with julie cooking all the time, and goro's just not much of a jewelry guy, but he wears both their rings on a string/necklace tucked under his shirt :']

-also according to the jp guide book goro isn't good at expressing his emotions. so not a headcanon but i think it's worth mentioning

-also sorry to be a goro stan but i need to mention it. julie is not faultless in their relationship. please remember that julie threw out his movies (which were important to him. he literally ran a movie theater) and she belittles him in every interaction they have up until she thinks he's Dead. she slaps him when you first meet them. goro is not physically abusive. him throwing the bottle was a Final Straw type moment. not that goro isn't also without blame but it makes me fucking seethe that people put all the blame on him when the point of julie's kiss quest was highlighting that they're Both flawed people but can Both grow and become better. i can only guess people treated him as the aggressor like that bc of his alcoholism, and how julie was the one harmed at the apex of the bar scene from the wine coupon, and the "she likes cats, she'll be fine" line WHICH i think that translation did it a disservice. I think he meant "she's like a cat. she'll come home when she's ready". y'know.

-we know Julie has been living in llt since she was at least 8 years old (when you show her the micro gum she tells you about an incident from then) but she doesn't know that microgum makes you small? and she doesn't know that the graveyard doesn't mean an Immediate death sentence. I think she just didnt know abt microgum bc She Was Eight and then her time as an idol made it hard for her to connect with the rest of town (being hounded by the media/fans/paparazzi) so she never even found out that That Kid probably didn't Just Disappear he probably just got small, and then even after that she just didn't get out much bc she had family and restaurant to maintain. maybe only a few people even know that being sentenced to the graveyard doesn't mean Instant Death. policeman does just shoot on sight at night after all

-julie and policeman seem to be/to have been friends? he knows that the hair pin poor boy stole is julie's and that it's special to her. and julie says he's a good man .

-the cat disappears behind the hospital every night. i like to think it knows everything abt everyone in town for it's quiz at the end bc it lives in the walls of the hospital and is eaves dropping/reading dandy's documents

-love interest straight up did not name the cat. but maybe post-game she does :]

-this is less of a headcanon and more of an idea for a potential re-release, but i think it'd be neat if you Could kiss the cat, but as you level up the cat gets more and more upset with you, until eventually trying to interact w it at all it attacks you. then in Her Heart we find out it's because you've been getting closer to love interest and it's jealous you're going to take her from it (it's line in-game "[poor boy] is trying to steal my [love interest]"). and rocky. let me kiss rocky

[xenomorphee3]

The Marines always have an issue in the Bridgehead City mess hall... 😅

Snippet from Chapter 19. New Spirit, of A New Mission on Ao3

(This is what Zu looks like btw, Art 1, Art 2 . 😊)

“My-ulls, it smells good… does it not taste like it smells?” Zu asked. Miles didn’t think it smelled good per se, it just smelled like… a mess hall. Maybe fifteen years of eating this shit at Hell's Gate disillusioned him. They approached the food line where standard lunch of the day options were available. Two types of vegetable casserole slop, mashed “potatoes”, gravy, “meatloaf,” cupcakes for dessert, and… pizza. The pizza looked the most appetizing of the options, its colorful formerly freeze-dried vegetables and pepperoni on top. Miles looked to Zu and said, “Take your pick, princess.” and handed her a human-sized tray with two empty plates on it. The four of them had Na’vi-sized stomachs, so they were each definitely taking two plates. Lyle and Mansk were looking to shove as much food on their trays as they could.

Zu observed Lyle and Mansk getting their food, watching them use the small food spoons to serve themselves. Lyle smiled at Zu and handed her the spoon for the mashed “potatoes”. Zu grabbed a little bit of each thing, she wanted to try it all. The mess workers were behind the line staring up at her in awe. She was smiling at them with her mouth closed. Today, she learned quickly that smiles showing her big upper and lower canine teeth scared already on edge humans. Zu was empathetic towards Sky People’s fears. They were, after all, so small, fragile, and weak. They couldn’t even breathe the air of Pandora. Thank goodness they had their technology, she thought.

Miles watched her grab the small spoons and serve herself, looking no different from an RDA worker slapping their food slop onto their plate. He loved seeing her interact with human things. She was so quick and comfortable everywhere she was. Zu was just an all around intelligent and highly adaptable person. Miles, while watching Zu with appreciation, could still feel the stares and chatter behind them though. With his ear turned out to pick up sounds behind him, he heard a man at one nearby table say, “Look at their weird fucking tails.” This one irritated Miles and he clenched his left fist. He was used to his body now, but having a tail, which he liked his, was still kind of weird though, he didn’t need to be reminded of that. Miles then abruptly turned around to the table of SEC-OPS personnel where he heard that statement from, and they froze at seeing him face them, not realizing how acute Na’vi hearing was. 

He slowly walked up to them. Lyle, Mansk, and Zu were at the line still getting their food when they saw him approach the table of humans. Lyle said, “Colonel…” with a nervous, what are you doing? tone. Miles held his right hand out to the side indicating to them not to get involved. Miles neared the table and stopped about two feet from it, making sure his nine foot five inch form towered over its occupants, over the young man who uttered the insult in particular. He stood there, his thumbs in his utility belt, his tail curling dramatically from side to side, an intense expression in his eyes and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. The men at the table looked terrified. 

Miles also outranked all of them. He was still a commissioned officer, a Colonel on this base which means this man just insulted a commanding officer. The last time RDA employees in the mess hall had words to share for the Marines, they were recovering from their recent mission defeat, preparing for their next mission, and had a goal to just get to the bar. Plus, that table was full of CET-OPS personnel, who he had no direct command over, and Miles knew that they had every right to be angry after what occurred with the Sea Dragon. This one he wasn’t letting slide, however.

Miles, still towering over the table of guards and looking at the one who made the tail comment, took a breath from his breather, and said, “So what was that… private?” glancing at his uniform for indication of his ranking. “Something about… my tail?” The man just looked up at him and swallowed nervously. Miles then gave a soft scowl, his nose crinkling upwards slightly and his ears facing forward to the private, indicating he was waiting for a response.

The man sheepishly spoke up and said, “Uhh sorry.. Colonel,” and he quickly stood up and saluted him. This whole side of the mess hall was watching this interaction anxiously.  Zu was fascinated by what she was seeing, but did amusingly wonder, why did Miles have to pick on this small sky person? 

Miles let the man stand in a salute for an awkward few seconds, took a slow deliberate breath from his breather, then said, “At ease, son.” He then turned around to head back to Zu, Lyle, and Mansk, but as he turned he had his tail smack the shit out of the young SEC-OPS guard, its mass striking him in the left arm causing him to be knocked aside, stumbling, the man catching himself with his feet and grabbing his arm in reaction to the pain. His whole table and most of those watching jumping and looking shocked at the hit.

He looked back at the man, holding his arm still and in clear pain, and said “Oh sorry about that, Private. I just don’t know what to do with this thing sometimes.” he said with an immensely snarky tone and gave a devious smile with his upper teeth bared over his lower lip. Lyle and Mansk were trying not to laugh, but Zu was giving him an amused, slightly disappointed smirk, like, was that really necessary? Miles winked at his Marines and just looked at Zu, smiled and shrugged, then grabbed his own tray to start serving himself. Like Zu he grabbed some of everything. The private sat back down at his now silent table, still holding his arm.

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[lethalityandlustmoved]

He’s barred himself up in his room. He didn’t get any sleep last night, tortured by nearby screams and shrieks. He stopped crying many hours ago and is now comfortably disassociated, staring blankly into a dark corner. His brain aches, and he’s still hearing echoes of everything he’d rather not hear.

Through the murky waters of his mind, he hears a smash, wood splintering, and a furious growl from just outside his bedroom door. He cringes, wrapping his tail around his body and making a tiny little noise, but that— that growl. That tickles something in the back of his brain, like— like he’s heard it before. That same sound. And he might be wrong— most hellhounds sound the same to him— but the recognition brings back a semblance of lucidity.

The unknown hellhound growls again, and there’s a metallic screech followed by a high-pitched canine whine. That’s when Nikki finally snaps to, startling himself so bad that he almost falls off the bed. They’re in his fucking house!

He wastes no time, stumbling out of bed and onto his feet, barely being able to right himself before he’s running for his closet, throwing it open, and dragging the holy sword out. He’s off-balance and he doesn’t know how to handle a sword, but he’s lugging it over to the door, and his hand is on the knob, and—

A body is thrown through the door. Nikki barely has time to register the fact that a grown demon was just tossed onto his bed like a sack of potatoes nor the fact that he no longer has a bedroom door when someone something follows them in, lunging for their body and digging their claws in. Nikki presses himself against the wall, eyes wide and mouth shut as he tries to process the scene before him.

That is an Exorcist. In his room. A full-ass angel crouched over—

Oh.

Something in the deep, dark recesses of his mind finally emerges from its designated corner. A face. A snarling, canine face, red-and-white eyes blown wide and muzzle drenched in blood. And that is the same face that Nikki is currently seeing beneath the angel.

The hellhound’s eyes finally find Nikki’s, and Nikki feels like running. It’s eerily similar to the way that they lifted from Nikki’s parents’ bodies to find their new target, all those years ago. But those eyes have something different in them now. Fury, yes— bloodlust, also yes— but there’s fear in them too. And the hellhound’s mouth moves, like he’s trying to say something, but only blood bubbles up.

Nikki is faced with the same decision that he was faced with back then. He ran then. He ran, and he paid the price for it. Almost unconsciously, Nikki’s hand raises to gently touch his scarred cheek.

He makes his choice.

“Step away from him.”

Nikki’s voice is surprisingly calm. The Exorcist’s head swivels to look behind it, its virtual mask expressionless as always. Nikki meets its gaze coolly, lifting the sword slowly to point directly at where its heart should be.

“I said, step away,” Nikki hisses, baring his teeth and whipping his tail, an unconscious attempt to make him look bigger. The Exorcist cocks its head, making no attempt to move. The hellhound groans beneath it, and Nikki narrows his eyes. “You heard me, bitch. Move.”

The Exorcist does move slightly back, crawling away from the body to face Nikki more. They stand off like that for a moment, glaring into each others’ eyes. Then, predictably, the Exorcist lunges.

Nikki’s trained for this. He trained for this every time he started fights in crowded streets, every time he took on a target with more power than him. He sidesteps the attack swiftly, angling the sword in his hands to jab up into the angel’s stomach. It clangs unsuccessfully against the angel’s armor, and Nikki narrows his eyes again, scanning the angel’s body for any weak spots even as he continues to dodge the angel’s movements.

Finally, in a closer call than he would have liked, he spots it. A notch in the Exorcist’s neck-armor— not big enough for the sword in Nikki’s hands, but just big enough for his claws. He smiles maniacally, reversing his movements and searching for an opening.

The angel appears to be becoming annoyed with Nikki’s dodges, but hey, what can you do? He’s never stopped moving in his life, and he’s certainly not about to stop now— not when he’s holding both his and the hellhound’s lives in his hands. But maybe he was too cocky, maybe he thought he was better than he actually is, because it appears that Nikki miscalculated slightly.

He makes a wrong move, or maybe the angel makes a right one for once, but the outcome is the same. The Exorcist finally one-ups him, and Nikki just isn’t fast enough, because just as Nikki’s claws finally end up in that armor notch, the angel’s claws end up in Nikki’s eye. His good one.

He screams, stumbling back and putting a hand up to his eye. Everything’s red. Everything, everything, he can’t see, he can’t see, but fuck, he can’t stop now, because he took an armor plate with him, and he’s got his chance now. The sword’s still in his other hand, and even though he’s reeling and stumbling and crying, he can still hear where the angel is. Perks of hypersensitivity, he thinks to himself— surprisingly lucidly— and braces himself.

To his right. No, his left. No, in front of him, no—

Behind him.

He turns, swings, and—

He connects.

He hears the head hit the ground. And then, as if from a distance, he hears himself slide to the ground next to it.

He hears the hellhound try to drag himself up. He hears coughing, and then a hand on his cheek. A sigh. “Sorry, kid,” the hellhound mumbles. Nikki can’t even find it in himself to be angry— he’s too busy trying to not feel the pain.

More footsteps. Wings fluttering. A sharp intake of breath. Nikki’s brow furrows, and with difficulty, he lifts his head so he can hear better, then he unceremoniously rolls onto his back. He squints, and carefully opens his once-good eye. Through a red haze and blazing pain, he sees a—

Fuck.

Another Exorcist.

The angel calmly steps into the room, scanning it slowly. It bends to pick up the dropped sword, looks at it with an unimpressed expression, and looks at the hellhound.

One swing, and all of Nikki’s efforts are wasted.

The angel turns its gaze to Nikki then, and he closes his eyes. He doesn’t want to see himself die. But all he feels is the point of the sword against his throat. It’s gentle, and when the angel nicks him, it doesn’t hurt. Not at all, even when he feels the blood pouring down the side of his neck.

The sword clatters to the ground, and there are footsteps again.

Then there is nothing.

[sumi-sprite]

HC Ko-Matoran Diets

Hot take because I’m bored and think about this All The Time. I’m not a fan of the canon(?) of Matoran “eating” by absorbing energy via their hands, because the absolute cultural dietary potential could be PEAK.

Ko-Matoran are considered exceptionally sophisticated and “stuffy” in all things they do. Except when it comes to food. 

Some HCs regarding the Ko-Matoran diet. (Under the cut, this bitch LOMNG)

-  Living in an eviroment where resources are generally fairly scarce and that is extremely reliant on provider guilds - ie hunters, trappers, cultivators - Ko-Matoran have evolved extremely resiliant digestive systems, and an absolutely raging metabolism.

So long as it’s even semi-edible, if it’s put in front of a Ko-Matoran, they are liable to stick it in their mouth to at least test if they can chew and swallow it (chewing is optional).

- These icy bitches got TEETH. Throughout their lifetime (if not transformed into a Toa/Turaga) Ko-Matoran shed their teeth three times, gaining their final, permanant set once they reach adolescence. They possess not two, but four sets of canines used for tearing meat and cracking bones and shell. Some say it’s their teeth you need to be afraid of, not their tongues. 

- The Ko people are almost entirely reliant on professional guilds for their food - ie hunters, trappers, fishermen, cultivators, etc. These are the Matoran that are considered the blood and bone of the Ko-Matoran, whereas the scholars and Seers are the mind and soul. 

- NOTHING goes to waste in a Ko settlement, it’s considered downright rude to not finish your food during a meal, though some leeway is given to food that does not easily perish. 

Bones. Fucking BONES are the potato chips of Ko-Matoran; more specifically, the marrow. Calcium is a must in a cold region and is needed to maintain their sharp, shell and bone cracking teeth. The fatty marrow is also a staple in the Ko-Matoran’s diet to suppliment a near wholely carnivorous diet. 

They also may or may not think it’s funny to watch non-Ko residents squirm and flinch when they casually bite into a bone leftover from last night’s roast Pokawi. Cronch.

- IT’S SNACK TIME EVERY TIME. Nothing distracts a mind more than an empty stomach, so it’s actually encouraged for Ko-Matoran to carry something on them to eat, even in study and sacred spaces such as Towers and temples (just be sure it’s not something crunchy).

- Many theorize that one of the reasons Ko-Matoran do not want to put stock into history is because they have a concerningly long record of cannibalism in their own history...

- There are two types of Ko-Matoran: you have, “I will literally eat this recently deceased, half frozen Muaka whole without salt”, and then you have, “I want to destroy my mine and everyone else’s GI tract with spice”. 

- Drying, canning, preserving and curing are their own sciences to Ko-Matoran. 

There may or may not be a quiet rivalry between the Ko and Ta-Matoran when it comes to jerky making. 

- Sugar is not prevelant in the Ko-Matoran diet; the few types of vegetation they can cultivate is primarily in the tuber family, but, they have long cultivated fully edible and sweet types of evergreen and winterberries. 

Ko-Matoran who cultivate tubers and other winter-hardy vegetation are refered to as cultivators rather than farmers. With soil being rather poor, and cultivation being its own genre of science, cultivators will grow these precious resources in igloo-like “greenhouses” that create just the right enviroment to grow these foods. Winterberries and other evergreen fruits are generally able to grow outside under a careful eye.

Ko-Matoran are not lightweights. They have long learned to distill winterberries and ferment their sugars to create a wide array of tart and chilled wines and alcoholic mixes. They have their own version of Moonshine and Vodka made from winterberries and their tubers, respectively. 

- Though they have established trade between other Matoran in the past and to this day, Ko-Matoran are a proud people that generally wish to remain selfsustaining when it comes to their food sources. Exceptions are given to their Ga-Matroan sisters as fellow fishermen, and trade of fish, crustaceans, sea greens, mullisks, and sea game are common between the two. 

- The Hunter’s Feast. As the centuries long and sole providers of the Ko people, hunters and other providers for the Ko-Matoran are celebrated yearly on the week of the last harvest/end of hunting season; just before winter fully sets in. Hunters and providers are hailed during this time, and a festival is thrown to honor them and the Rahi that have been hunted to feed them.

Newly established hunters will often wear monikers of their first official Rahi kill. This moniker will become their guide and patron that they will abide by and honor the hunter’s code by for the rest of their lives.

Idols and symbols of hunted Rahi are used in reverence to the Rahi themselves. Death is not a grievence for the Ko-people, but it is rather a precursor and catalyst to life. The death of a Rahi will ensure the continued life of a Matoran, ergo why nothing is wasted, and why there are such strict rules and hunting seasons.

Wasting a Rahi carcass or hunting out of season is more than enough to get you exiled and your place in a hunting guild removed. 

Hunting guilds are considered their own governing system, and in fact have similar if not equal power to their Turaga’s ruling. There exist a few accounts of hunting guilds removing their own Turaga from office when it was felt they were not making the best decisions to provide for their charges.

Hunting guilds will often have one leader or a small panel of chief hunters to manage individual guild groups.

- Food is meant to be shared; be it with friends, strangers, or hunting companion Rahi (especially hunting Rahi). Though Ko-Matoran are considered generally solitary even among each other, it is unusual for a Ko-Matoran to eat alone. 

More often than not, a Ko-Matoran settlement will have a communal kitchen and dining hall where food can be cooked, served, and shared. Ko-Matoran can often bring raw food to these kitchens to cook themselves or have any of the station cooks to do with as they please. This prevents food waste and sees that everyone is fed and not liable to become “hangry”. 

Returning hunters eat free at these kitchens. Hunters spend anywhere from three days to two weeks hunting for one Rahi, often surviving on rations and nearly starved when they return. 

- Due to a primarily carnivorous diet that has a very low ratio of vegitation and fruits, Ko-Matoran are commonly afflicted with at least one vitamin deficiancy. These days these deficiances can be eaisly corrected with suppliments gained from their neighboring tribes.

The apothocaries of the Le and Ga regions are exceptionally popular for Ko-Matoran with deficiancies to frequent.

And that’s all I got for now, might come back to this and add more. I’m just bored and felt like writing this out! 

Enjoy and feel free to add your own HCs on food culture in the Bionicle universe!!

@gryphongirl thought you might appreciate this lol

[cower-before-power]

Lovers in D Minor

Summary: Gojo requests you play his favourite song. You can’t deny him anything.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

TW: Swearing, implied sexual content

Link to A03 here

A/N: I’m back with another fic starring everyone’s favourite sensei! Thank you to all who read, liked, and reblogged my first fic, you are amazing and it has given me the confidence to write more! Please excuse the shitty title, I was thinking of Beethoven’s 9th Symphony while writing. Please enjoy, sweet potatoes!

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“Play.”

His voice is soft, quiet, and yet the one word resonates with an unyielding command. You run your hands over the keys in front of you gently.

You have no desire to deny him. You never do. Your trust in him has been built up like an iron fortress; unbreakable, unyielding. You know he will never demand that which you are unwilling to give.

Many worship the Honoured One, but it is only you he will bestow his unwavering favour upon.

“What would you like to hear?”

A lone finger runs down your spine, tracing the knobs with a feather light touch. Such contrast to the rough and demanding hands that were on you not an hour earlier.

But that was your Gojo Satoru.

“My favourite, I think.” His finger reverses, then slips lazily down again. Back and forth, back and forth. Your nerves cry out; it’s not enough. Not tonight.

“I should have guessed,” you say, leaning back into his touch. His finger stops at the base of your spine and spreads out into his whole hand. It’s a lazy warmth, like slipping into a hot bath at the end of a long day.

It feels like home.

He laughs softly. “Am I becoming that predictable, sugar plum?”

“Never,” you grin, turning to look at him beside you. He’s pretty in a way that should be illegal, white hair and blue eyes and sharp features that would make angels wail in despair. Perhaps he is an angel, you muse. An angel fallen from grace, doomed to a fate of exorcising the world’s demons. Darkness wrapped in a sheen of glittering light, terrifying in his ethereal beauty.

The celestial being in question cups your neck with steel fingers and drags your face up to his. Your eyes flutter closed as his lips cover yours, smooth and saccharine.

You could write poetry about his mouth.

“Are you going to distract me the whole time?” You mumble between kisses, your arms already reaching up to snake around his neck.

“Probably,” his tongue lolls out to run along your bottom lip, slowly, teasingly. A kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your chin, then down, down, down the column of your throat.

“Sa-to-ru,” you drag out his name in a reedy whine as his grip on the back of your neck tightens. He hums in pleasure; if he has but one weakness, it’s the sound of his true name cascading off your lips.

“Again,” he sighs dreamily. Teeth scrape the hollow of your throat. Your skin suddenly feels too tight, too small.

“Satoru,” you whisper, and the rumbling purr from his chest has you trying to claw your way into his lap.

You wonder why it comes like this, some days. The desire. The need. Other days are normal, when the touch of his skin brings pleasant comfort and warm affection. Everyday feelings. But days like this, nights like this, it’s different. Nothing is quiet or gentle. Every brush of fingers burns, every press of lips stirs a beastly hunger that roils in your gut until you’re practically foaming at the mouth. To touch him. To taste him. To be lost in the myriad of feelings he plucks from the depths of you.

To slake the ravenous craving to devour and be devoured in return.

Your move into his lap is suddenly halted. You open your eyes to meet his sapphire ones, brimming with hazy lust and tender amusement. He slowly peels away from you, gently setting you back down on the bench beside him.

“You said you’d play.”

You huff. You’ll never understand how the damn bastard can turn it off and on like that.

He senses your mood, a Cheshire Cat grin spreading across his face.

“Greedy thing,” he murmurs, tapping your nose gently. “Don’t worry sugar plum, I’ll reward you when you’re finished.”

“You better,” you grumble, reaching for the binder of sheet music you keep beside the piano. You begin to flip through, your eyes watching for the piece you’re looking for.

“Still can’t believe you wrote me a love song,” he teases, letting his white head fall gently against yours. His arms wind naturally around your waist; he feels it too. The need to be close, to touch, to ground and anchor.

He’s just as starving for it as you are.

“I’m beginning to wish I never did,” you find what you’re looking for and spread it out on the stand. “Your already overinflated ego did not need to be fed.”

He nuzzles into your hair. “Silly, you’d write me a thousand love songs if you had the time. You’re obsessed with me.”

“Says the man who hasn’t let me out of his sight-or arms for that matter- all day.”

He squeezes you once, laughing. “Touché. It’s true I’ve fallen under whatever bewitching spell you’ve cast on me.” His lips press against your scalp. “And I couldn’t give a flying fuck about trying to get away.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re grinning. “Well, duh. I’m quite the catch. Now shut up and let me play.”

He laughs again and falls silent. Your fingers stretch one, twice. And then you begin to play.

Sometimes trying to describe your love for him is difficult with mere words. There just weren’t enough of them capable of conveying the emotions he invokes in you. That’s why you took to your passion, your talent. What you couldn’t say in words, you’d say in song. In sweeping movements, lilting notes, heartfelt melodies. Your hands conveying what your heart cries out.

He hums along, the tune committed to memory. It’s no surprise; how many times has he asked you to play it? Too numerous to count.

He knows the way you share your love, your devotion to him. He knows words often stick themselves in your throat. But through the tinkling of keys he could feel what you were trying to say.

It’s what he says when he buys you too expensive presents, or kisses your forehead softly between classes, or drags you out of bed at one am to eat candy in your underwear.

I’m here, and I love you.

You finish with a flourish, the last notes hanging in the air like early morning mist. Quiet falls over the room. It’s just you and him and the heartbeats between you, softly thumping in time.

It’s perfect.

But......

“Satoru?”

“Yes?”

“.....my clothes won’t take themselves off.”

He snorts with laughter, and the soft romance of the moment disappears.

“Someone is neeeeeedy,” he sings, pinching your side. “You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

You squirm away from his questing fingers but he holds you in place. “Don’t be mean! I always give you what you want, now give me what I want.” Your lips turn down into a pout.

He coos at you, leaning down to rub his nose playfully against yours. “Sugar plum, you know you’ve got me wrapped around those talented little fingers of yours. Have I ever denied you?”

He kisses you one, twice, three times- lazy, indulgent things that leave you whimpering as you cling to him.

“Please, Satoru.” You’ll beg. You’ll beg a hundred times over and you won’t feel any shame. There is no shame in wanting to be loved, to be treasured and cherished and worshipped the way you know he can.

He drags his lips over your jaw, chuckling darkly. “You want me to play you like you play that damn piano?” His teeth catch on your earlobe, tugging gently. “See what sweet music I can coax from you?”

“Yes,” you breathe, winding your fingers through his soft white hair. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He pulls back to grin at you, canines sharp and gleaming in the dim light.

“Then buckle up, sugar plum. Tonight, I’m writing a whole fucking symphony.”