#human insatiability

[sympathywiththought]

"... and to discern between human insatiability and genuine absence that prevents and threatens entirety, I so far have not managed..."

𝑬𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒀𝒗𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆, fragments of my mind

[headspace-hotel]

Consider the Moss. When it is not honored with attention and curiosity, it appears to be simply a green fuzz that grows upon damp surfaces. If you do not know the ways of the plants, you could be tempted to understand moss as an unhealthful or infectious substance similar to mold, even to buy moss-killing poisons for the moss in your lawn. What a tragedy, to destroy what you do not understand!

A moss is simply a plant of the ancient phylum Bryophyta, in which a fantastical variety of plants exists. Look closely—what's this? They are no longer simple green fuzz to the eye!

Some form tiny puffs, others sprawling branches, some vinelike runners, feathery plumes or plump fingers, some scraggy tufts like hair, and some plush, mounding masses. Some mosses in fact have tiny leaves, round or pointed, arranged in rows or in poofy rosettes. Some mosses look like velveted antlers, others crackling fireworks, others the tails of cats, others the toes of frogs. Some mosses creep along, others pile up, still others sprawl in orderly lines, some cover a boulder in luxurious pelts, and yet another will cling unevenly in scruffy little bits wherever it can scrape by.

Though mosses grow upon trees sometimes, they do the trees no harm; they are in fact very beneficial to the entire plant community. They protect the land from becoming dried out and eroded, regulate the temperature of the other plants' roots, and provide a lush habitat for little creatures like tardigrades. Importantly for us, they also help carbon dioxide in the air become stored in the soil.

[hoejosatoru]

Thinking about being sukuna’s favorite concubine that he swears he has no affection for but he spoils you so much and literally cannot get enough of you. He fucks you so hard and rough and fast and somehow you always take it so good. He just wants to be buried in your cunt as much as possible… yeah 🤍

[fistfightinganxietyandlosing]

I find the demonization of Demeter in supposedly feminist retellings of the Hades and Persephone story thoroughly fascinating because she was actually the myth's protagonist

A lot of retellings focus on the "lovebirds" but the myth was moreso focused on Demeter's quest to bring her daughter home than any romance they might've had. In fact, the original source material is entitled "Homeric Hymn to Demeter"

It followed the goddess of harvest searching desperately for the whereabouts of her kidnapped daughter, enlisting the help of deities and mortals alike along the way, and eventually forcing Zeus himself to come to a compromise through sheer stubborness and pure love for her child

An interpretation I really like is that the tale is an allegory for mothers in Ancient Greece whose daughters were taken away from them to be married off without them having any say in the matter

Putting all that aside, I'm really curious as to what prompted people to portray Demeter as a control freak who doesn't want to see her daughter happy with the one she loves when originally, she was simply a mother who fought tooth and nail to see her Persephone returned to her

[hxneylavendxr]

do you guys think kafka and himeko are meant to emulate idrila the beauty and oroboros the voracity

[bambiraptorx]

So, your lore post on the education system is really cool!

I've got a silly goofy question though. What kind of grades did Draxum get? Did he get accepted into the best university? Did he ever fail a test?

This is a bit complicated to answer just because (at least as far as my headcanons are concerned) Draxum actually wasn't born or raised in the Hidden City, so he didn't go through its school system. In fact, he didn't actually get to the Hidden City until maybe two or three centuries before canon. He still had some level of formal/university education by the time he moved there because he'd gone through other yokai universities (and picked up a PhD or five along the way), but he didn't have anything like a public education system available when he was a child.

However. Draxum is a fucking nerd. So when he moved to the Hidden City and found out that it had no less than six complete universities at the time (complete as in offering pre-k to PhD, with several 'incomplete' schools around too), he went a lil nuts. This is actually how he got the Council of Heads' attention in the first place, because "former warrior who's getting his 6th PhD from as many colleges in less than three decades in completely different subject areas" tends to draw people's attention.

Also, he 100% retakes classes every decade or so, especially for fields that are constantly being updated. Imagine, if you will, Draxum excitedly taking Biology 101 for the umpteenth time and being the tallest person in the class by a good half foot at least. Or him taking "Intro to Alchemy" at essentially freshman level (and flunking his first test because he didn't think he'd need to study for it lol). Imagine him sitting in a chemistry class taking notes at the speed of sound while sitting in a desk that's too small for him because this is a beginner level class and all his classmates are literally children.

On a similar note, Draxum did actually end up as a teacher for several decades, at least until his whole 'wipe out humanity' plan started taking up most of his time.

So to answer the questions you actually asked: the Hidden City doesn't actually have a standardized grading system, but he's usually somewhere in the equivalent of of A's and B's. He has gone to ALL the universities for at least one class. He constantly fails tests because he goes "I know basic alchemy, I won't have to study for this" and/or completely forgets about the test until it actually happens. (This is the main reason he doesn't get straight A's.)

[cakemoney]

me: spends all season being emotionally invested in kristen and adaine's struggle with their complicated family relationships, feeling let down by adults who can't be relied on to be on their side, questioning the values they had been raised with, bunking with riz in strongtower luxury apartments

fantasy high, penultimate episode: OOOO HERE'S FIG AND HER MOM'S RECONCILIATION WITH A STEEL CHAIR

[whimsicalgoose]

fists tighten i need... saved!gaster befriending everyone on the surface... I need spooky old guy to learn to communicate and everyone else to realize ohhh he's silly. mb.

is this too niche. is there anybody out there. i need found family wing gaster pls pls i doesn't even have to be saved gaster it can be anything please

[sysig]

High demAndmiral (Patreon)

[arcaneyouth]

i know i put angels and demons into a lot of my work but i will be real with you this has absolutely nothing to do with the religious trauma. angels were never a religious thing to me they were just guys with wings. people try to point at my angels and demons like "look see you are putting religious trauma in there" and i'm flattered you think so but i don't think you know a thing about me and my trauma. i put demons into my stories because the word "monsters" is usually used for a separate thing and i need a word that tells you right away this is some kind of creature that is by nature a bastard whether they want to be or not. cause monster is not a strong enough word for me. so they're demons

[kuraikyu]

Because this one fanart made me feral for a hot minute WATCH me make another AU based exactly on that (*and yuuuuuuuuuuuup with all those piercings too). BYE.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Insatiable Habits: Part 13

His blue eyes were cathartic. They were electrifying and deep, intensely swirling with flecks of grey that conveyed a deep divide within the werewolf that stood toe to toe and edge to edge with Andy. There was nothing said, nothing stated but the uncommunicative threats that passed from one set of intense eyes to the next, the waters tested by two ethereal and deadly creatures.

Both of which had wanted you; both of which saw you as their mates.

“She wants to do this.” Andy was stalwartly defending your decision to stay isolated to himself for the coming weeks to get into the Drysdale party to take that bastard down.

“I won’t stop her.” Curtis, like Andy, had come to the same realization that you were going to do what you wanted to do regardless of what others had thought.

He was aware that you were willing to become Andy’s food bank, just as Andy was aware that you and Curtis were going to fuck endlessly when the full moon’s forceful rut had happened.

The two that had been destined for entanglement with you, had somewhat come to appeasement. Both werewolf and vampire were here in agreement that you needed to be protected and safeguarded regardless of whether you were with Curtis or Andy.

It was as close to an alliance as they could or would have gotten. They were men and creatures who had been at each other’s throats and only recently had to come together for the sake of their shared commonality.

“Keep her safe.” Curtis’ chest rumbled with the animalistic growl that crept up his throat and had finally been given life, the threat that was hanging on the tip of his tongue would’ve made any other creature quake.

It would’ve made anyone he came across inherently fearful of the werewolf with a lingering and underlying animosity, even toward other creatures like himself. You had known from other werewolves you’d come across that they had held reservations about Curtis because of his past and his roguish vigilante goals. He hadn’t belonged to a pack, he hadn’t had any ‘brothers’ to lean on, even if he had ties to Ari’s pack.

Others had been fearful and terrified of Curtis.

But not Andy.

“Obviously.” He spoke with a bite that was unfamiliar to you, his tone simultaneously droll as if he was bored by the prospect of having to be told.

It was a kind of handoff, from Curtis to Andy. It was the last chance you would have to see Curtis until this deal with one of Ransom Drysdale’s infamous parties was over. You would have to be surrounded by Andy and his scent, you would be isolated partially from the outside world, and completely cut off from Curtis. If they had gotten a whiff of Curtis on you, or any werewolf rather, the vampires in this circle you were trying to penetrate would enjoy breaking you. It was exactly what Jake had told you, and you had no reason not to believe him.

You had no reason to doubt their intent for you if they had found out you were a mate to both a werewolf and a vampire because you knew how deadly vampires could be if they wanted. You had come across the aftermath via pictures and descriptors, you had witnessed the pieces that were left behind.

“I’m not going to throw her to Drysdale to be eliminated.” Andy’s hands flexed, his blue eyes pierced with flecks of red and gold before his fangs were briefly visible. The sharp peeks were like razors protruding beneath his top lip before they vanished again and the lawyer appeared just as calm as he was before.

The obvious statement hung in the air like a toxic cloud above their heads. There was a delicate balance, a fine line that was being toed on by the two deadly monsters that you had been trained to hunt. All those hours and simulations, through all the training scenarios, taught you to kill creatures and beasts like them in order to save humanity. There was a fault to their subjugation, to the hard-earned status of a hunter, and it was their incessant claim that only humanity mattered and everyone else was detrimental.

You had been brought up and raised, trained to fight with the best of your abilities to bring down deadly monsters, but it was made clear through this case since you had been given it or taken it on, that these creatures want to live just like humans had. They had the desire to live and grow, to fall in love and mate with the people they cared about. They desired to raise families and survive in a world that was hard for everyone, not just humans.

You had to come to learn that it was just sons and daughters of eve, like yourself, that mattered. Their lives mattered, and their children’s lives mattered too, and until you had tried to fight for all of them, to have a good life, you shouldn’t be able to call yourself a true hunter.

It was clear to you, through the eyes of Ari, Steve, Curtis, Andy and Jake, that humanity wasn’t the only faction that deserved to be saved.

“I promise I’ll be okay.” There was still the denial that you and Curtis, you and Andy, were mates.

You still had not come to terms with the idea that you were all bound together for the reason that you had come from a long line of hunters that had carved out a reputation for not just being good but being proficiently deadly. And now you found yourself claimed by a rogue werewolf set on the path to destroy breeding dens and a vampire who made a name for himself as a lawyer and a legal blood club owner.

“I’m going back to the underground breeding den, I’m going down every possible path and tearing into every crevice until I find out who started it.” Curtis had promised you, he had vowed to explore one avenue while you were stuck facing and trying another, paired and tightly bound to Andy at the moment.

“Will you please-“ You stepped closer, or you had wanted to, though it was Andy’s chilled hand on your waist and his gentle tug pulling you back to him that had ceased your motion.

“I’ll let you know, one way or another.” Curtis’ eyes had become expectedly darker and more troubled, with the luminescent shift from simple blue and grey to a vibrant circle of yellow-gold around the deepening shade of his natural colour.

His jaw had ticked as he grit his teeth, the strength behind his bite was visible and depurative, a display of the deadly manner he could inflict upon not only Andy but anyone else in his way. Curtis was simultaneously coming to terms with your extended stay with the vampiric frenemy, and was equally, put off by the connotations of what the stay would bring. He was unwilling to back away, unwilling to leave you alone with Andy despite knowing full well that if he hadn’t, you would fall victim to a sadistic creature.

“Thank you, Curtis.” Eventually, the tension and the inability to step away, to leave you, had snapped.

Eventually, he was able to leave you and Andy where you had stood, trusting his natural enemy with his mate.

“Two weeks,” Andy’s fingertips were light against your flesh as he trailed his touch up and down your arms lightly, “we have two weeks to have you coated and caked in my scent.”

“Two weeks? The next party is in two weeks?” You looked at yourself in the mirror, the gifts he had given you for the dinner date he had planned, seemed as if they were created and made for you and you alone.

The dress itself was a rich shade of red, not quite as intense as Shiraz wine had been one of your only tolerable reds and not as light or fair as Lambrusco. The dark red of the mid-length, body-hugging dress had struck you as being the colour of a fire-ruby, the darkened colours as rich and complex as the vampire who had given it to you.

The bodice of the dress was accentuating and complimentary your torso and chest, keeping your breasts bound but not uncomfortably so while also giving you the ability to breathe without struggle. There was an added flourish of faux boning channels that had run geometrically from the edge of the almost square neckline to the start of the conforming skirt. It was a beautiful dress, a perfect choice made by Andy for the debut of you and him together around town.

“They need to see us together, Drysdale has eyes in places you wouldn’t think. We need to be seen enjoying each other’s company, spending our evenings out where we can be noticed.” His reasoning was sound, his insistence to go out and be out was an astute decision.

“Another collar,” Andy had finally mumbled against your neck, “to match your new dress.”

The soft pillowing caress of his lips against your flesh was the first step before he removed the choker you had been wearing and replaced it with something new. This new choker collar was fair and breathtaking, not at all like the emerald green necklace he had once given you. This new choker necklace was made of three layers of pristine and crisp white pearls stacked on top of one another, draped elegantly around your neck in a protective layer. At the front of the choker collar was a large square ruby, one that matched the colour of your dress, the precious gem was surrounded by clusters of small diamonds that acted like a frame around a portrait.

It was crafted like every other he had given you intending to protect you and your neck from other creatures, other vampires. And like the previous choker collars, Andy had given you, only you and he could take it off of you.

“Where are we going to dinner?” You questioned him after he’d secured the collar around your neck and departed from you to grab the suit jacket he’d draped across the bed. “I’m assuming I’m not on the menu.”

“Not tonight, little mate.” Andy’s soft exhale of air was closer to a chuckle than it was anything else, and it had come just before the vampire had crossed the bedroom to get to you. “I think we’ll save your pretty neck and delicious blood for another night. Tonight is about you relaxing.”

He cupped your cheek and tilted your head, giving him almost unrestricted access to gaze deep into your eyes. He searched your eyes, he studied your face with every intent of endlessly committing your beauty to his memory and with every moment that had passed between you, there was a rise and pulse of connectivity that surrounded both of you.

It was as if, through the hours or days you’d spent with him or around him, you could finally feel the bond between you.

It was as if, in some possible way, you could finally physically, emotionally and mentally feel him.

You could feel Andy, and you could feel Curtis.

“Relaxing?” You were speculative, almost unsure of the word as it formed and fell from your tongue.

Your life had been spent balanced between school and training to be a hunter, classes meant to fuel your ability to be a concise and proficient hunter that struck true and deep. You didn’t have the time to relax, to enjoy yourself and the pleasures that were available to so many others. There was little relaxation to be found in place of your commitment to hunting and defending humanity.

“When’s the last time you had a massage? Or went to the salon to get your nails done? Have you ever really been catered to?” Andy’s soft crooning was hopeful and promising as if in the coming days and weeks he was going to help you take a load off.

“Andy, I haven’t exactly had the luxury of being able to stop fighting and-“ you hesitated, your throat getting tighter as you found it far more difficult to breathe.

“-and it’s long overdue. You deserve it.” Andy lifted his hands to your cheeks, the chill from his palms eliciting a shiver that coursed through you that was followed by a slow and radiant pulse, as if you could feel Andy’s desire, his hunger and devotion like an equivocal organism.

“Let’s start with dinner.” His lips grazed yours and your eyes had fluttered closed, your heart skipping a beat when his plump lips met yours. “A nice dinner spent together.”

You followed him throughout his estate, you let him lead you while your mind was otherwise occupied by things you had left in the past. You were divided by your body’s autonomy and the wheels inn your mind that were turning. You were on autopilot, moving when you should and getting into the vehicle when Andy opened the passenger door for you. You sank onto the leather seat and inhaled sharply when he had started to buckle you in, taking the opportunity given to him to kiss you tenderly before ultimately pulling away.

“You’re not good enough!” The older boy drove his foot into your back, holding you down against the dirt as you scrambled and fought to get back up. “You’re a pathetic little bitch! All you’re gonna do is gonna be some monsters little toy!”

“Get off of her!” Your sparring partner screamed at the older boy, begging him to get off of you while she was being pinned down and held back.

“Shut her up!” The ring of boys had struck her, the sharp crack of a hand against flesh and the following muttered cry. “Shut her the fuck up!”

Your fingernails pierced the ground, your body thrashing with willpower to fight him off in order to get away. You were losing your energy, you were being held down long enough to the point wherein you may have become catatonic. You could see stars in your vision and the light starting to fade before you, the sound of snickering and shouting becoming far more distant from you.

“You’re going to kill her! Get off of her, please!” The sharp cry, the strain of your sparring partners voice as she was nearing uncontrollably sobbing.

“You are weak! You’ll always be weak.” He cackled at you, laughing at you being pinned down into the dirt.

“You’re gonna die like your mama did-” the jesting had been enough and you felt that drive return to you.

You pushed yourself up and out of the dirt, enough to drive your foot back against your attacker. He had been sent hurtling to the ground, and you found yourself stumbling from the time you’d been down, but after recovering you turned on him.

Your fists met his face and his chest, pummelling him with your pent up anger and aggression. You only got a few in, not as many as he had given you, and then you were thrown off of him. One of the instructors had pulled you apart, blood and scrapes afflicting you more than him, and yet you still felt the brunt of his anger.

“You aren’t enough!” He yelled at you, he had screamed into your face while praising the aggression of the boy, and criticizing your emotional response.

To him, you were a weak little girl. To him, to all of them, you were never going to live up to your family’s reputation.

“You’re going to be okay, mate.” Andy had broken the hold your memories had on you, bringing you back to the world around you with his hand squeezing yours, mistaking your silence for anxiousness or paranoia. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

In reality, you were thinking of your mother and her death. You were thinking of the secrets your father had kept from you, including how and when your mother had been killed.

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[craig960114]

story by me (craig)

I are literature

In the quiet town of Doodleville, there lived a peculiar doodle named Craig. Craig was no ordinary sketch; he was a cat with a mission. Despite his simple appearance, Craig harbored ambitions far grander than his humble origins suggested.

From a young age, Craig possessed an insatiable curiosity and a keen intellect. While his peers contented themselves with idle doodling, Craig spent his days studying the world around him, absorbing knowledge like a sponge. He learned about history, politics, and the intricacies of human behavior, all from the confines of his paper realm.

As Craig grew older, his ambitions expanded. He yearned for something more than the confines of Doodleville. He dreamed of venturing beyond the borders of his sketchbook and making his mark on the wider world.

One fateful day, Craig's opportunity arrived in the form of a stray pencil left unattended on the edge of his page. With a mixture of determination and excitement, Craig seized the pencil and began to draw. He sketched a doorway leading out of Doodleville, and with a final flourish, he stepped through into the unknown.

The world outside was vast and full of wonders, but it was also fraught with danger. Undeterred, Craig embarked on a quest to carve out his own destiny. Along the way, he encountered a colorful cast of characters, from mischievous doodles to formidable adversaries.

Despite the challenges he faced, Craig never lost sight of his ultimate goal: to leave his mark on the world and reshape it according to his vision. With each obstacle overcome and each victory achieved, Craig grew stronger and more determined than ever before.

In the end, Craig's journey was not just about conquering the world, but about discovering his true self and realizing his full potential. As he stood atop the highest peak, surveying the realm he had conquered, Craig knew that his adventures were only just beginning. For Craig was not just a doodle; he was a legend in the making, destined for greatness beyond the confines of his paper kingdom.

[slutdge]

through all of this. somehow. i am still horny for senior citizens.

[charlescoded]

okay but the build up to vampire maxs rut>>>

theyre so spaced out so max doesnt even notice the increasing need to be plastered to charles’ side and keep him safe and well fed and charles is overwhelmed by the sudden overload of affection and possessiveness

it starts with the small things, standing in bed longer after they wake up, max getting grumpy when charles wants to leave, or more kisses throughout the day, and they get more and more heated the closer he gets to his rut, and ofc his libido increases, which charles doesn't mind at first, until max presses him against the wall for the 4th time that morning...