#if not predation then humiliation

[thewhizzyhead]

once again this is more of a brainfart but a certain aspect of orphan town has come to mind recently - so obviously the first sets of verses feature the orphans getting ticked off that the reveal that the warriors, the so-called "late night cosmetology class" goers, were present at a gang summit they weren't invited to. the ensuing chorus then features the dudes boosting their rep up, saying that their rumbles are due to be famous and all that - and seeing as the orphans clearly take the lack of invitation as an attack to their ego, fox and swan resort to a well-known tactic used to bring insecure ego-obsessed men to heel: batting their eyelids and making the girls seem small and sweet by saying they were simply just "lost and lonely" while also making the boys feel respected as proper men through compliments ("heavy, heavy") and through asking them for help ("what do you suggest we do") - and this works!!! of course it all goes to shit when mercy challenges their masculinity and dominance by questioning how easily they fall for the warriors' damsel in distress act, but in any case, I find this treatment of the orphans to be another layer of cool and care in recontextualizing the warriors as women - as clearly this is an instance of not only misogyny in action, but in how women have to deal with insecure-ass men through stroking their egos just to get by peacefully, which is obviously not a take one can do if the warriors remained men. also its cool how swan stops the peace act when a.) the orphans seemingly act threatening to mercy ("mercy i'm losing my cool"), so swan, who doesn't know her, immediately jumps to her defense, and b.) when the orphans threaten harm to the warriors ("or we gotta rain down from you, from the rooftops"), causing swan the well-established pacifist to directly insult and attack them. i dunno i just think that's a cool take too that kinda foreshadows how the women are willing to take matters to their own hands once threatened rather than safely play to the tastes of men. anyways woo

[conditioned-to-obey]

Dominant in the way the livestock guardian dog to it's flock is dominant. Blood stains my muzzle, though my bite does not know the taste of a single lamb. When the day is done, my flock tucks in for the cold night but I do not sleep. I lick the sweet faces of the ewes and carry on my nightly duties as guardian of the gentle. For whom, I would lay down my life. Defending from beast and brother alike. Until copper rivers bloom upon pale snow, taking with it him or I. But for now I lay still and harmless at their feet. Content to watch them graze spring grass while the little lambs play and bleat.

[edorazzi]

Due to scheduling conflicts we're celebrating Tintin Day early this month! 🥳

Someone said in tags that they could totally see Tintin needing International Rescuing at some point. What better way for the Hood to put iR's integrity on the line than revealing all to a world-famous reporter? Would the Tracys jeopardise their whole operation to save just one life?!

(Un)fortunately Tintin hasn't shown up at work since 1929, so the only sacrifice here will be an old man's dignity. Again. 🪦

[balkanradfem]

It's difficult to me to put this into a coherent thought, but why are m*n so weird about women's naked pictures? The entire culture around pictures of women without clothes would not exist in a society without m*n. I literally can't imagine wanting to see a private picture of a woman that she doesn't want me to see. And if I accidentally glimpsed one I would not continue staring at it and I would try to see if it can get deleted because obviously that's private and shouldn't be out there, it's violating her privacy.

But they somehow built it into a whole thing where people having women's naked pictures is shameful,,, for the woman? They humiliate, HER, for violating her privacy? It's shameful that she, what, has a human body which is now recorded to be humiliated? How is any of that even related to her? All of us have human bodies, there's literally nothing we can do about it. I'm starting to question it because I can't imagine being so weird about a stranger woman's picture!

In a world that is normal to me, even if there were women's naked pictures, it wouldn't be anything relevant to anyone's interests, we already know what women look like and a woman who is a stranger obviously doesn't want anything to do with you so why would these pictures be interesting or anything to gawk at? Doesn't it just feel uncomfortable to know you're potentially looking at someone's body that they don't feel comfortable being seen? And even if they are comfortable, where is the appeal for looking at someone who didn't choose you to see that?

I know m*n just enjoy humiliating and violating women and you can get women to feel embarrassed and hurt by violating their privacy, but I can't grasp the concept of building an entire culture shaming women for being hurt and violated, it's like building a torture chamber that exploits someone's humanity.

In a society without m*n, women would be able to walk and swim around naked if they pleased, and nobody would stare, gawk, record or do anything to make them feel less than. They would still be regarded as a normal human being, going on about their business, enjoying life and the sun, absolutely deserving of respect and nobody would even want to put them in an uncomfortable situation where they feel hyper-aware of their bodies.

The mere premise of making women hyper-aware of what they look like is evil. Why does it matter? Why are m*n being weird about it? They could get hurt and embarrassed too if we suddenly started to violate their privacy just to humiliate every inch of their bodies! But we don't do that! Because there's nothing appealing about doing a disgusting shitty thing like that! Why do they find it appealing? Why do they push women to suicide over it? Why are they still allowed to be called a part of society after doing that? It doesn't make any sense.

[puppykinkbloguwu]

Being a bunny girl is so embarrassing. They have pretty much no way of defending themselves. While puppy girls have teeth, cat girls have claws, and even deer girls can have antlers. But what do bunny girls have? That’s right nothing, just their tall ears and tiny tails.

Even if they can hop away from a predator, the horny little things always get wet thinking of knots, which gives away their hiding spot. There’s the saying “fuck like rabbits” and they weren’t kidding. These things are practically breeding stocks for the more stronger species. Even just one spurt of cum can fill their entire tiny-bunny pussies full.

Now some bunny girls might try to deny their natural submissiveness, but we all know their prey brain just needs one big knot to truly remind them where they are on the food chain.

[gorldock]

oh no i just went for a really long walk on a very hot day, i am so sweaty! i sure hope someone doesn't catch my scent and follow me home and push my door open, tackling me to the floor i hope they don't wrap their hand around my throat while they cut my clothes off with their sharp claws/knife i hope they don't violate my sweaty, wet, exhausted, body until i become a broken, bloody, sweaty, crying mess on my floor i hope they don't leave my front door open for others to do the same gosh that would be terrible and it's my worst fear!

anyway what were we talking about?

this post is about lesbian sex.

[shmowder]

im different i would've befriended those plague rats in pathologic i would've given them cheese and crackers

[papirouge]

I already talked about it in my latests posts, but the way White Conservative have been trying to elevate Asians as the model minority to (indirectly) dunk on Blacks needs to be talked about more

[thebloodbringscolorandfluoresce]

Dinner With The Predator

(halloween special! setting is western kinda like Texas Massacre type shit. TW: predator/prey, daddy/fem!baby dynamics, dub-con but consensual, stockholm syndrome)

After a week, he finally let his captive out. Her wrists were bruised, her legs ached, and her back was all marked up from the whippings he gave. The cowboy grinned when he let her out, waving her cell keys around happily.

“Ready to behave, angel?”

She was wrapped around the blanket, shaking up, she was cold and sad. She felt alone; alone in her pain; she was just crying. He sighed and wrapped the blanket around her thin shoulders, pulling her close and into an embrace, rocking her back and forth in one of the haystacks. He wrapped her in his arms, rubbing her back softly and trying to soothe her.

“How 'bout you let me give you some TLC, swee'art? You’ve earned it after bein’ my prisoner for a week.” He hummed, brushing a few tear stained strands from her face.

The little lady shakes her head, she doesn't want to be touched...

She is still crying, in pain and dressed in that blue dress, all destroyed and stitches torn. "N-No..." She sobbed, trying to face him, makeup ruined. He sighs lowly, wrapping her gently in the blanket. He picked her up in his muscular arms, holding her in a protective carry while carrying her up to their home, to his bathroom. Her back was dressed in bruises, eyes puffy and her cherry red hair look like a lump of hay.

...

...

...

On the other side of the door, the Dom was preparing a meal for her. He set a steak on the skillet, making it how she liked it. Well-done.

He cooked her some mashed potatoes and green beans and had her favorite drink prepared for her. The ranch man had mixed feelings about her running away. He just hoped that, after the steak and some rest, she would realize that he only had her best interests in mind.

He watched her take her seat, smiling softly when one of his rabbits hopped onto her lap and made itself comfortable. He hummed and gestured to her plate. She looked so beautiful; a white dress with a cute bow on her hair, she looked like one of those vintage dolls she collects.

The sweet girl stood in the balcony, near the staircase. She could see him sat in the dining room, her frown didn't go away; not even her stomach begging for food would convince her to eat dinner with him. Or so she thought.

He gestured to her chair, smiling snarkly. “I made steak, ya' favorite. Come and eat, baby. You’ll feel better after ya' get some food in your belly."

"I’ll even let you drink some wine.”

Wine? This could mean a thing, he wants her to get drunk, not tonight. She went down the stairs, after all she hasn't eaten well in a week. She was still not talking, she just sat down in silence.

“Eat up, doll. Let’s put some of that beautiful meat in your pretty mouth…” Leo leaned his head on his hand, staring at her with tired eyes.

She icked at his words, that could easily be misinterpreted; who was she kidding? It was well intended.

He grinned at her and shrugged, pouring her a small glass of her favorite red wine over the edge of the glass. “Don’t worry darlin', it’ll bring down this tension you’re feelin'. And I’m sure it’ll make ya' feel all nice and tipsy, too.”

He grabbed one of the wine glasses and poured himself a glass, taking a sip of it and putting it back down on the counter. He stared at her, sipping casually. But the Sub did not drink the wine.

As everyone ate (yes, he fed them bunnies too), the cowboy reached over and poured her the wine, letting his fingers brush against her hand. He grinned and leaned towards her. "Come on doll, I know you love my wine. And I know you have a sweet tooth." He sighed and rubbed her knee under the table, running his big hand on it. "You gotta' eat a bit more tonight, doll. You're too thin."

She stares at the bunnies eating the pieces of meat. She grabbed the fork and knife, cutting the meat in very asymmetrical, badly cut pieces.

She was so afraid...

He grinned when he saw her about to eat the first bite. She was a little out of it after her little shower and her time outside, but he kept a watchful eye on her nonetheless. He took a sip of his wine. "That's my good girl. You like that, doll? You like my meat, huh?"

That's it, she sets the silverware with a slight toss, pushing the plate away and curving like a ball. She just didn't know and doesn't want to accept her Dom's kind of kindness sometimes.

Wrong choice to do.

He sighed when she pushed the plate away, fuming. "Come on, doll. You can't be serious. You're gonna make that steak go to waste? And I took the time to make that, too."

"And you know I don't like waste."

She was being a bad girl; the sub pressed her hands against the wooden table, tossing her napkin. But the impact made the plate and the glass of wine fall, shattering into pieces. The rabbits had eaten their meat and now hopped towards their owner.

Oh... His eyes were gone, hand pinching the bunny's fur with anger. She tried to reach the staircase but he was faster.

"Oh you're being stubborn tonight." He frowned and reached over, grabbing a handful of her hair. He pulled harder than he should have, yanking her hair off the table.

"Listen, you stupid doll. You better eat your damn dinner tonight. Be a good girl and sit up properly, and stuff that fucking mouth with my meat. I'll even give you some chocolate covered strawberries if you eat it all. That sound good, bitch?"

The Sub watched the bunnies hop on the food, letting them eat the meat; she gasped when the Dom yanked her hair, whining. She immediately shakes her head, no.

She doesn't want anything. But dolls like her don't get to choose what they get.

"You really are acting like a brat, you know that? Do I need to punish you right now? How's the floor sound to you, doll?" Saying it while smashing her against the cold tiles of the floor, staining her pure white dress with wine.

"You're sore all over, but I'm sure a few spanks will be enough to make ya' be an obedient doll all over again..."

In response, he grinned and reached around for a bunny, pulling it close and patting its head. "C'mere, boys. I think we need to teach this little minx a lesson."

He grinned, setting the rabbit on his lap. "This is what happens when you're a bad baby, doll. Bad babies get punished, doll. And you're my bad baby, aren't you?" He chuckled, reaching down for her arm. He yanked her towards him and pulled her over his lap, smacking her ass.

"...!!!" She widened her eyes. She has pushed his buttons, and the bunnies know it, judging by how they all hope away except the one on his lap. It was so painful, and embarrassing given the bunnies were watching her. It had turned red, and well...

It's easier to say that dinner was over, the bunnies ate the food dropped on the floor.

She gave up, she knows she cannot escape her predator. Kidnapped at her teens, she became his sweet ranch girl; a doll he filled up with his seed all night, and behaved her with rough love in the process.

She learned to tolerate him, to perhaps...

Love him.

He smirked and held the sweet treat he promised right near her mouth. "Say 'ahh'. I will give you that strawberry if you give daddy a kiss." He grinned, slowly bringing it in.

"Come on, princess. Daddy knows you want it. Tell daddy how bad you want that strawberry…."

"Ah..." She trembled, quickly being muffled by the strawberry on her mouth, almost like a plug. It looked... Cute on her, the strawberry just being there on her mouth.

He smiled and reached up to play with her hair. "There we go…" The cowboy was satisfied, his right thigh flexing as the growing bulge in his jeans was making its presence.

"Now why don't ya' open up for Daddy…."

He chuckled softly, leaning over his lap. "Come on, lemme' see that pretty tongue of yours, doll." The Sub looked away, opening her mouth after eating that single fruit, her tongue sticking out with spit drooling from the tip. Let's ignore she hasn't eaten all day, but don't worry...

Her Daddy will soon give her something she'll enjoy more. Something with a lasting fulfill sensation, numb her tongue and the rest of her senses, and that was pressing so hard against her pathetically wet core.

"I think we should put a little more than a strawberry in your mouth, don't you, baby?"

-Angelcake.

[zappedbyzabka]

Sacrificial lamb and all that

[conditioned-to-obey]

If we aren't taking a walk through the woods at night and howling at the full moon together like a pair of bonded feral dogs, what are we even doing?

[k-martins]

Or better! A panel with a tiger and wolf ready to devour the prey that is now Sukuna!

[queenofbaws]

🥺

i...i just really love orin, you guys

[theworldiswhispering]

Who in the heck left a sharpened stick on the trail just so i would step on it and impale myself like a rabbit

[hollywoodsargeant]

actually losing my mind over ur tags does that make him a cuck KJNKJSFNSKJDV yeah baby. yeah it does

WELL. i’m just making sure… it’s not like logan is his Wife

[naamahdarling]

That has to be the most humiliating way to describe one of Earth's most terrifyingly effective predators.