#heartless heathens

[critical-quoter]

A story can hurt you. A good story can wound, maim, and scar. A good story will leave you questioning what you believe to be right or wrong for the sake of psuedo-pleasure fulfilled by some neurons shooting off sparks in your brain. A good story will tear your soul out from your chest and keep you from moving on until you find another that can take its place.

Heartless Heathens - Santana Knox

[syllki]

Dark Why Choose Romance

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Heartless Heathens by Santana Knox

-Why Choose

-Kn!fe Play

-Tattoos

-Dev!l Worshipping

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 3 out of 5 Smut: 5 out of 5

Normally I love bully romances or romances where the male love interests are unapologetic assholes, but there was just something about these three heathens that ALMOST made me dnf this book. Fortunately, I didn't, and I ended up liking the story well enough.

Romina is the most innocent and pure individual, and I wanted to protect her at all costs. Then I realized she had to learn what she liked, and I realized she fit in rather well with the heathens after all. The overturning of Roe V. Wade and the punishment of doctors was a little too real, and I'd never rooted for devil worshippers more than I had when I read this book.

Some of the spice was questionable, especially given how innocent Romina is in the beginning, and then it was downright filthy towards the end.

I might not have liked it as much as I thought I would, but I still recommend others to read it.

Now enjoy my ramblings..

* “You call out God’s name one more time while I’m between your legs, even he won’t be able to save you, little lamb.” — THE FIRST FUCKING SENTENCE, are you kidding me?! 😂

* Father Frollo can eat a dick.

* Holy fuck! These three little shits just bought the chapel.. the chapel where Frollo is hiding Romina!

* Damn.. these dudes are dicks. Poor Romina 😬

* Goddamn. He really just pulled her into his face and ate her out, huh 😏

* Now that the boys know the truth of her living situation, they’re PISSED!

* So Corvin is the only one holding out. Felix is okay, a little obsessed and very much protective while Sonny is just a plain dick.

* I like Reesa sticking up for Romina about the “bad touch”. Too bad Romina loves their touching tho 😂

* Sonny “called” Romina? Wtf is going on?

* I normally love the guys being assholes, but Romina is too pure/innocent to be given this treatment. Idk how I feel about this book.

* That cemetery scene.. I’m just.. at a loss for words 😳

* I’m noticing an uptick of girls getting fucked with the hilt of a knife 😂 Is everyone in crack?

* And goddamn, Sonny! Did you really have to tell Romina you didn’t like her after she had to use her safe word with you? What a dick. I hope Corvin is the first one to fuck her.

* She Arlan Black’s granddaughter?! I fucking knew it.

* Yesssss! Corvin fucked her first lmao.

* Oh no. They told her about Arlan.

* And fuck you, Frollo. I can’t believe you’re giving her an exorcism. You’re so fucked, dude.

* Now fuck you, Sonny, for kicking her out! I just hope Reesa is a decent human being.

* Ohhhh. Poor Romina 🥺 Can we let this girl be happy please?! She doesn’t deserve this.

* Well at least the boys realized they fucked up and took her back in.

* These Escura boys, man.. 🥵 She was the main dish in their spot roast 😂

* Alright, who the fuck tranqed Sonny?

* Oh fuck that dude. I’m so glad they killed him.

* Holy shit. The old man wants them to marry?!

* Aww. He was a virgin lol.

* She bound herself to them!!

* Frollo got what he deserved.

* And Romina got what she deserved as well. The heathens who will worship her until their time is up.

* I can’t believe they got married 😭

[luna-andra]

Is Heartless Heathens just a smutty Hunchback of Notre Dame retelling? Lmao

[waywardshepherdtees]

No Blessings Please! GodLess Sweatshirt for Atheists, ExMormons, ExChristians, and other Skeptics.

[magicmalcolm]

Denying Vivi immediate visitation to the Windmill in Dali is Zidane's second most heinous early-game act.

[neverknowsme]

Hark and take heed, listen well… For the Dark triad are about to speak.

Behold, the three great Evils of humanity. Poverty, War, and Hatred, they who tug ever so gently upon the threads of the human soul, the puppet masters of all ill bared will towards thy fellow man.

We blame these great principles of Darkness for the horrendous choices of which we made of our own free will, yet to learn that their influence is only but a small tug against the strings of our hearts, is enough to crush one under the enormous weight of despair for our lack of self control, and failure to emphasize with our own people.

They but need only whisper the great and terrible truths of which we all carry in the back of our minds, where no light can shine, and it is we who do all the rest of our own accord.

What is the cruelest of all jokes or the harshest of all gospels, than to know and understand that though life maybe indifferent to human existence, it is we who make living unfair for all, and unbearable to everyone else involved.

Hear now how they see us as but mere pawns in their great game of discontentment, low how feeble we are to be nothing but puppets on strings, and but pieces of a mere game, cogs in the machine of a much greater master plan.

We are but a foot not to the gods of death and distraction, each night we sleep they destroy the world through our actions, and their only involvement was but a simple whisper within our own ears which we could not ignore.

Hush now… and hear the great words of definitive truth be told from the mouth of apathy itself.

OUR LIVES ARE WITHOUT PURPOSE SO WE CAN ONLY IMAGINE ONE FOR OURSELVES, LIFE A FARIY TALE WE TELL OURSELVES WE BELONG, WE ARE SPECIAL, WE HAVE MEANING, WE KNOW THIS IS NOT SO, YET TO LIVE WITHOUT PURPOSE IS TO LIVE WITHOUT ANY LIFE AT ALL.

[clownleys]

Cowboy!!!! 🤠

date idea: we drive through the desert together pointing at cows and listening to my mix tape (and we're both tumbleweeds) 🤠

COLOUR MY LIFE INBOX

[ladyofthelands]

If we are not close in age, that's my child if we are close in age, that's my sibling

it's only ever not my child/sibling if he's not being raised by me/immediate family for /appearances/

Scenario: a sample of your DNA was taken, popped into a cell, and cloned into a baby, gestated in a sci-fi artificial womb vat. The first time you or anyone in your family meets this baby is after it has already been born out of said vat. You can hold the newborn if you want, it's up to you, but it is a living breathing baby that was cloned from your DNA and is genetically identical to you.

I love clone philosophy. Give me all your philosophy of clones

[critical-quoter]

We were two sides of the same coin. All I wanted was to find something to care for so that I could feel something, anything. He seemed to be running away from it. Hiding himself from it.

Heartless Heathens - Santana Knox

[musiconspotify]

#BandOfHeathens - Heartless Year

[xx-like-a-villian-xx]

I'd Love To Watch

You’re forced to share a room with Noah and he wonders what book you’re reading.

This one is for all my dark romance reading babes, stay slay 🥀

My ao3 is HERE

Also let me know if you want to be tagged in anything upcoming posts, (I have so many WIPs)

CW: one bed trope (ugh my fave), mentions of dark romance, fingering, Noah is a MUNCH, squirting, forced proximity (let me know if I need to add any more)

18+ MDNI | Noah Sebastian x Reader

“Are you kidding me?” You groan, staring at the second suitcase in the bedroom that you called dibs on when you arrived at the Airbnb. “Matt, who put their shit in my room?” You call out to your best friend and tour manager who walks towards you, a smug smirk on his face.

”Well Noah kept saying he would take the couch but there’s a California King in there so I told him he should just bunk in with you tonight.” He leans against the doorframe, grinning. “Call it team building.”

”Team building?” You scoff, exasperated.

All you want is one night to yourself without being stuck in a bus full of sweaty guys and Matt thinks it's funny to let the man you’ve been trying to avoid all tour share your room.

Noah doesn’t like you, it’s been clear since day one. Every time he talks to you he’s so patronising and cocky it makes your blood boil but it’s not like you can say much. You’re just their merch girl after all, replaceable. If it wasn’t for Matt you wouldn’t even have the opportunity so you keep your mouth closed and stay out of Noah’s way unless it’s important.

“Does Noah know that we’re sharing?” You fold your arms over your chest, staring at your best friend.

Matt chuckles. “More than aware, he actually seemed fine with it.” Your eyebrow raises in surprise and he laughs. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You watch Matt retreat to his room and get to work pulling your pyjamas out from your suitcase, locking yourself in the bathroom to get ready for what you now know is going to be a hell of a long night.

While brushing your teeth you hear someone shuffle into the bedroom and you groan internally. Spitting the toothpaste into the sink, you gather your discarded clothes from the day and take a deep breath before opening the en-suite door.

Noah is lying spread eagle on the bed, wearing a pair of basketball shorts with no top, scrolling on his phone. He doesn’t even acknowledge your presence when you put your things back into your suitcase. You roll your eyes, grabbing your book to sit in the window seat across from the bed for a while, quietly reading to yourself. The silence is thick and you can hear his heavy breathing, distracting you from your book.

Your eyes flick from the dark romance novel to the man on the bed, eyes trailing over the expanses of ink that cover his toned skin and you feel heat pooling in your core.

”Anyone ever told you it’s rude to stare?” His voice breaks you out of your trance and your eyes flick back to the words on the page.

You scoff. “I wasn’t staring, you just breathe really loud and it’s pissing me off.”

He chuckles darkly. “Yeah, sure thing sweetheart.”

The sound of movement reaches your ears but you daren’t look at him, lifting the book higher to hide your red face. Suddenly the novel is snatched from your hands and you scramble to grab it back from him.

”Heartless Heathens?” He hums, holding the book out of your reach as he reads the blurb then flicks through a couple of pages, eyes widening. “Jesus, Y/N. I didn’t realise you were into this kinky shit.”

Your face is tomato red, burning hot as you try to wrestle the book from his hands.

“Noah give me my book back!”

All he does is laugh, eyes flicking back and forth as he reads the page I had bookmarked. “Oh my god! ‘Does that tight pussy hurt when my fat cock stretches it out like this?’ Wow…”

His dark eyes meet yours and you squeeze them shut out of embarrassment, hiding your face with your hands.

”You like that shit, huh?” You can hear the amusement in his voice as steps forward, throwing the book down on the window seat. You want the ground to swallow you up when you feel him staring down at you.

You huff, removing your hands from your face. “Loads of people do, it’s just a book.”

“I mean, do you like that stuff? Guys talking to you like that in bed? Asking you if it hurts when they stretch you out on their cock?”

You laugh, he’s joking right? You look up at him and your mouth goes dry when you see his dark eyes, pupils blown wide with lust.

”I don’t know,” you shrug. “I haven’t been with anyone for a couple of years, I don’t really have the time.”

Noah looks taken aback at your words and his lips turn up into a smirk. “A pretty girl like you? Surely you have guys begging for a chance in every state we visit.”

You chortle, crossing your arms. “Unlike most guys, I don’t need sex.”

He scoffs, picking the book back up. “So you just read this casually?”

”Most of the time.”

”And the rest of the time?”

The hot flush returns to your cheeks, reaching the tips of your ears. “That’s none of your business.”

He starts to flick through the pages again, humming as he reads. “Can I take a guess?”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever, go ahead.” You throw yourself down onto the bed, sitting against the headboard as he paces, reading.

“I think you like this Corvin guy most, I can imagine you getting all hot and bothered when you read his parts and you can’t help but find yourself fingerfucking yourself in your bunk when everyone is asleep.” His head tilts when he stops to look at you, his eyes searching for the telltale signs of your arousal, grinning when he sees your thighs clench together. “Am I correct?”

You shake your head in disbelief. What’s his game and why is he trying to get under your skin over some book. Your underwear feels damp from the wetness that is pooling at your core from his words and you have to stop yourself from lunging at him, to either punch him or kiss him…you’re unsure which one would be more satisfying.

”C’mon Y/N, tell me.” He sits next to you, pointing at a section where the main character is riding Corvin. “Is this what you get off to?”

You feel all too hot and bothered with him sitting next to you with his shirt off, tattooed skin taunting you as he tries to coerce the secrets of your alone time out of you.

”If I wasn’t in here right now is that what you’d be doing? Getting off over your little dark romance book?”

”What’s your deal Noah? Why do you want to know about all this?” You sit up straighter and he lounges back, eyeing you humorously.

He shrugs. “It’s just cute that you read this horny stuff. I never took you as the type to get riled up by it, is all.”

”You’d be surprised.” You mumble and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

”You read worse?”

”Oh shut up, Noah. It’s just dumb fiction, why are we even still talking about this?”

He turns to his side, propping himself up on his elbow, eyes burning into the side of your head. “Because I can tell how hot and bothered you are right now and it’s kind of sexy, I must admit.”

You gulp at his words, staring straight ahead in a conscious effort not to look at him or all of your resolve might falter.

”So tell me, were you so pissed about having to share this room because you wanted some special alone time tonight with your little smut novel?”

You can feel his smirk and the tension in the room thickens, turning into a storm cloud of lust.

”You can still do it, you know.”

Your eyes finally dart to his smug face and your eyebrows furrow. “What?”

He shrugs casually. “You can still get yourself off, I could read to you if you want?”

Your swallow thickly, your core throbbing at his words. “No, that’s weird.”

Noah chuckles. “Masturbation isn’t we-“

”I fucking know that! What’s weird is you’re my boss and you’re offering to read to me while I make myself cum. Do you hear yourself?”

You can’t lie to yourself, the offer is almost too tempting. It’s not fair that the most attractive man you know is basically offering to help you get your rocks off but he hates you right? He’s always so moody and weird around you. Why is he being like this?

He sits up, scooting closer so your shoulders are touching and he leans close to your ear, his breath tickling the skin of your cheek. “Or I could tell you every wicked little fantasy I’ve had about you since you waltzed into the studio with Matt all those years back.’

Your eyebrows raise and you turn to him, his mouth just inches from yours. “You fantasise about me?”

He laughs, a smug sound that makes you want to punch him. “Oh yeah, my favourite is the one where I get to bend you over and rip apart those fishnets you love to wear, the ones with the lace flowers on.” His eyes darken as he reminisces over the lewd thoughts and your mind wanders.

How would it feel to have his hands all over you, tearing away those expensive tights that you adore? How would it feel to have him buried to the hilt inside you as he pushes your head into whatever surface he can find? Fuck its all too much.

”Noah, we shouldn’t talk about this stuff.” You try to reason with yourself but your resolve quickly disappears when his long inked finger trails up the bare skin of your thigh, stopping at the hem of your silky black pyjama shorts.

“Why? We’re both adults.” He smiles almost innocently.

”Because you don’t like me.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Since when? Didn’t I just tell you that I literally think about how I want to bend you over?”

You roll your eyes. “You literally talk to me like shit the majority of the time.”

”I like watching you squirm.” His smile is cocky and it only sends more electricity to your core because he’s right, he does make you squirm and you like it too.

A lust filled silence lingers in the air as he stares into your eyes, a smirk plastered on his lips.

”So do you still want to get yourself off, I’d love to watch.” He cocks an eyebrow and there it is, the last of your resolve leaving out the window.

”Fine.”

He’s like a kid in a candy shop when he sits up, watching you lie down on the bed. Your heart hammers in your chest as you close your eyes, trying to pretend he isn’t there. You slide the silk shorts down your legs, leaving the black lace thong on and your hand travels over the soft fabric, running over the damp patch that is only getting bigger.

You gasp when you slide your hand between the fabric, fingers slipping between your slick folds, easily finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that's been begging to be touched since you walked out of the bathroom to find Noah sprawled out shirtless on the bed. Oh how you wanted to just climb on top of him, to sink down on his cock like you owned him.

A quiet whimper escapes your lips when you circle your clit, slowly teasing yourself to the images of Noah’s cock buried deep inside your cunt. You feel him shift next to you to get a better look at your movements, how your fingers move under the dark lace of your panties. You hear him take a shaky breath and it sends shockwaves to your sensitive core.

“Does that feel good?” His voice is deep, coarse in your ear and you whine out a confirmation, moving your fingers faster over your clit. “God, you don’t know how good you sound. Do you like it when I talk to you?”

”Y-yes.” You sigh and he chuckles.

”Such a good girl.” He whispers, breath tickling your ear. “Do you want me to tell you what to do, huh? Do you want to be good for me and remove your underwear so I can see how you touch that pretty little pussy? God, I bet it’s so perfect.”

You whimper, using your spare hand to push the lace down your thighs, kicking them off as you toy with yourself. Noah leans forward, a hand landing on your thigh to pull your legs further apart and a feral groan leaves his throat when you spread yourself open for him to see just how wet you are, fingers covered in wet slick.

”Oh fuck, you look so good sweetheart. Show me how you bury those pretty fingers in there.”

You push two fingers into your core, the wet sound reaching your ears. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life. You hear Noah’s breathing quicken as he watches you fuck yourself with your fingers, soft moans leaving your bitten lips.

”Doing so fucking well for me.” The praise feels like heaven when it meets your ears and you speed up, curling your fingers upwards. “Fuck, what I would do to bury my own fingers inside you.”

”Please.” You whine, opening your eyes to look at him, your breath coming out in pants when his lust blown eyes meet yours.

“Please what?” He smirks, tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ear as you find your clit again, rubbing your soaked fingers over the sensitive bud.

“I need your fingers inside me, please.” You’re so fucking needy and you can tell how much he gets off on it by how his smirk grows into a cruel grin and he holds his fingers against your plump lips.

”Are you gonna suck them for me? Get them nice and wet like the good little slut you are?” Your eyes roll back at his words and he gasps when your tongue swirls around the calloused pads of his fingers, soaking them with your saliva.

He pushes two long fingers into your warm mouth and you hollow your cheeks around them, staring up at him with innocent eyes that make his aching cock strain against his shorts. He pulls his fingers out with a pop and trails them down the valley of your clothed chest, down your navel to where your own fingers are still toying with your clit. Your eyes follow and your hand moves, giving him full access to where you need him most.

”You gonna watch me fuck you with my fingers huh?” He smiles sweetly, sliding his fingers up and down your drenched folds teasingly.

You nod, leaning up on your elbows to watch his slender fingers disappear between your folds, rubbing tight circles around your clit and you gasp his name, your mouth falling open at the immense pleasure. He chuckles, sliding them to your entrance to gather the wetness that pools there, moving back to your clit to play with it all too slowly.

”Please Noah.” You whine and he tuts.

”Be patient, I’ll get there. I want a better look.”

He moves to lie between your legs, pushing your legs further apart to get a good look at your glistening cunt. You can feel his breath hot against you and you could just cum right there without him even touching you, especially with how he looks up at you through those long lashes, eyes black and predatory like he wants to eat you whole.

“You’ve got such a perfect pussy, fuck.” He groans, pushes his long middle finger in, the dark ink disappearing inch by inch inside your cunt and you moan louder than expected, your hand flying to your mouth to keep yourself quiet. “Fuck, it feels so good, so soft.”

A second finger joins the first and he slowly curls them, finding that spot that leaves you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back, your head lolling back on your shoulders. His spare hand grips your inner thigh with a bruising hold and you're sure there will be bruises there tomorrow but you don’t mind, it feels like heaven.

”My mouth is so close to your pussy I can practically taste you.” He growls and your hips buck, pushing his fingers even deeper inside you. He chuckles darkly. “Do you want me to taste you?”

You sob, nodding enthusiastically.

”Use your words, pretty girl.” He hums, kissing your pelvic bone.

”Please taste me.”

He hums, his hot tongue dragging over your folds before his lips close around your clit, leaving you gobsmacked from how fucking good his tongue feels against you with his fingers fucking into you.

You’re close, you can feel that tightness building in your lower abdomen, so fucking close. His fingers curl faster, his tongue lapping over your clit like you’re the last water source on Earth and you’re falling. Your legs shake, a feral groan leaving your lips as your orgasm rips through your body like a fucking tornado. His fingers only move faster as his lips leave your sensitive clit and you're tipping over the edge again just as quickly, gushing around his fingers and the bed sheets below.

”Fuck, good girl!” He grins, lapping your sweet nectar from your thighs. “Think you’ve got another?”

You have no time to protest, he rises to slide between your thighs, fingers still buried deep inside your cunt as he stares down at you, curling them fast exactly where he knows he can drag another orgasm from you. His free hand covers your mouth when you cum again, screaming into his palm, soaking the front of his shorts where his leaking cock strains against them.

”Good fucking girl, well done!” He kisses your forehead, pulling his drenched hand away from your sensitive core to suck his fingers clean.

You stare at him in bewilderment when he smiles down at you. You’re in shock at how much you just came for a man you thought hated you half an hour ago.

”I think I need to catch you reading more.” He chuckles.

”Shut the fuck up.” You roll your eyes, pulling him into a searing kiss.

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“So you two didn’t kill each other last night?” Matt smirks when you make your way downstairs in the morning, wearing one of Noah’s shirts with him freshly showered following behind you.

Folio storms past, looking a little worse for wear. “I would’ve preferred it if they did, I need to bleach my ears.” He groans, pouring himself a mug of coffee.

You blush bright red, throwing a grape at the drummer and Noah wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you into his lap.

”Guess my plan worked then.” Matt chuckles, popping a grape in his mouth with a grin.

[puppetwoman17]

Billy and Tim childhood friends AU turned another adoption AU with the Drakes taking Billy in

Billy loses a family twice

(Sorry)

You heartless heathen.

Jk Billy + Tim bonding is so cute! Add in Mary and Freddy and this group is gonna get into some shit real quick.

It would also be cool to think about the Batson and Drake couples being close. I feel like the Drakes have a hard time having close relations with other rich couples because everyone’s just so stiff. Enter CC and Marylin and they all just hit it off.

“You want me to watch your kids if you die? TOTALLY! You didn’t even have to ask!”

[writerswhy]

imagine aeron slapping davos tho 😭

anon’s referring to @ladymorghul’s great post here. That’s literally all I want, anon.

Like, imagine the first time Aeron slaps Davos. Maybe Davos corners him, tries to rile him up. They used to play together, they were friends, and Davos knows that under all those knightly manners and anxious avoiding, he’s still the same Aeron who once punched him so hard he thought he bit off a piece of his tongue. The same Aeron who used to laugh until he snorted. The same Aeron who liked to brag about how he knew the lay of the land so much better because he was always on his own on horseback like a great rider. (Practicing, away from the others so no one could see him fall. He’s not that great of a rider, actually.)

Davos keeps pushing at him until Aeron snaps and slaps him and it’s like they’re seeing each other for the first time since they were torn apart. They haven’t been able to stay away since.

I like to think about their ugliest fights. When they just lay into each other and dredge up their greatest fears and biggest insecurities. Davos is tired of Aeron’s denial and Aeron is tired of Davos constantly pushing, as if it’s that easy. (Imagine falling in love with the boy who serves or may even be related to the man who killed your uncle and wants to kill the rest of them too. There’s some serious baggage here!) Aeron loves him so much he’s willing to walk away to save him. So that Davos doesn’t become a traitor or a kinslayer. (Doesn’t he care? About ruining them both? Maybe Blackwoods really are a bunch of heartless and immoral heathens.) And Davos just wants to spend every minute they can together. (Isn’t that enough? Isn’t Davos enough? He’s not stupid, he’s aware of the reality of their circumstances, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to give up without a fight. He’s not a coward like Aeron.)

They blow up, Aeron slaps Davos and Davos slams him into the wall. Aeron’s practically yelling until Davos puts his hand over his mouth to shut him up. Aeron likes secrets, he likes hiding, why start yelling now? Then Aeron bites him and instead of snatching his hand back Davos leans into it, lets him bite until he draws blood. Lets Aeron push him to the ground where they fu[gunshots].

[skkfujoshi]

Fyodor…

Wdym,you need a companion and you can’t find one!?What’s Nikolai?Chopped liver!?

He was even willing to let you try and kill him!Is that not enough for you,you heartless heathen!?

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

I Can't Believe It's Not: Supernatural AU

Yang: (frying up breakfast, her shirt is still stained with the morning's kill) Guys, breakfast is almost ready!

Ruby: (zips to the table and sniffs the air) Is that what I think it is?!

Yang: You bet! Killed fresh early this morning. Grab yourself a plate.

Ruby: (stockpiles her plate and sits at the table)

Weiss: What has Ruby so excited this early in the morning.

Ruby: Baggon n eegsh n pnnncaksh

Blake: (yawns) Say again?

Yang: Fresh bacon and eggs with pancakes, but Ruby’s more focused on the bacon.

Blake: You killed a poor pig this morning? (Sits at the table)

Yang: (sets a plate of food in front of Blake and hemo-coffee in front of Weiss) Not exactly.

Blake: ......Yang, this is just ham.

Yang & Ruby: (gasp in carnivore)

Blake: What???

Ruby: That is 100% bona-fide BEAR bacon, you heathen!!!

Blake: (blinks) You killed a bear?

Yang: Okay, first off. I didn't "kill a bear". I harvested it. Big difference. Also, it wasn't one of those cute little black bears. I'm not heartless enough to kill Boo-boo. I ran up north overnight and got a grizzly.

Blake: You....killed a grizzly?

Yang: Harvested! (Excitedly) Wait until later this season when we can get some elk or moose!

Blake: .....And the eggs?

Yang: Duck eggs from the coop. I didn't go searching through a nest like a common weasel.

Ruby: I love you so much! (Scarfs down the rest of her plate and goes up for seconds)