#interspecies

[nemfrog]

And the gnat. A Hundred fables of La Fontaine. 1900.

Internet Archive

[fatehbaz]

Despite its green image, Ireland has surprisingly little forest. [...] [M]ore than 80% of the island of Ireland was [once] covered in trees. [...] [O]f that 11% of the Republic of Ireland that is [now] forested, the vast majority (9% of the country) is planted with [non-native] spruces like the Sitka spruce [in commercial plantations], a fast growing conifer originally from Alaska which can be harvested after just 15 years. Just 2% of Ireland is covered with native broadleaf trees.

Text by: Martha O’Hagan Luff. “Ireland has lost almost all of its native forests - here’s how to bring them back.” The Conversation. 24 February 2023. [Emphasis added.]

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[I]ndustrial [...] oil palm plantations [...] have proliferated in tropical regions in many parts of the world, often built at the expense of mangrove and humid forest lands, with the aim to transform them from 'worthless swamp' to agro-industrial complexes [...]. Another clear case [...] comes from the southernmost area in the Colombian Pacific [...]. Here, since the early 1980s, the forest has been destroyed and communities displaced to give way to oil palm plantations. Inexistent in the 1970s, by the mid-1990s they had expanded to over 30,000 hectares. The monotony of the plantation - row after row of palm as far as you can see, a green desert of sorts - replaced the diverse, heterogenous and entangled world of forest and communities.

Text by: Arturo Escobar. "Thinking-Feeling with the Earth: Territorial Struggles and the Ontological Dimension of the Epistemologies of the South." Revista de Antropologia Iberoamericana Volume 11 Issue 1. 2016. [Emphasis added.]

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But efforts to increase global tree cover to limit climate change have skewed towards erecting plantations of fast-growing trees [...] [because] planting trees can demonstrate results a lot quicker than natural forest restoration. [...] [But] ill-advised tree planting can unleash invasive species [...]. [In India] [t]o maximize how much timber these forests yielded, British foresters planted pines from Europe and North America in extensive plantations in the Himalayan region [...] and introduced acacia trees from Australia [...]. One of these species, wattle (Acacia mearnsii) [...] was planted in [...] the Western Ghats. This area is what scientists all a biodiversity hotspot – a globally rare ecosystem replete with species. Wattle has since become invasive and taken over much of the region’s mountainous grasslands. Similarly, pine has spread over much of the Himalayas and displaced native oak trees while teak has replaced sal, a native hardwood, in central India. Both oak and sal are valued for [...] fertiliser, medicine and oil. Their loss [...] impoverished many [local and Indigenous people]. [...]

India’s national forest policy [...] aims for trees on 33% of the country’s area. Schemes under this policy include plantations consisting of a single species such as eucalyptus or bamboo which grow fast and can increase tree cover quickly, demonstrating success according to this dubious measure. Sometimes these trees are planted in grasslands and other ecosystems where tree cover is naturally low. [...] The success of forest restoration efforts cannot be measured by tree cover alone. The Indian government’s definition of “forest” still encompasses plantations of a single tree species, orchards and even bamboo, which actually belongs to the grass family. This means that biennial forest surveys cannot quantify how much natural forest has been restored, or convey the consequences of displacing native trees with competitive plantation species or identify if these exotic trees have invaded natural grasslands which have then been falsely recorded as restored forests. [...] Planting trees does not necessarily mean a forest is being restored. And reviving ecosystems in which trees are scarce is important too.

Text by: Dhanapal Govindarajulu. "India was a tree planting laboratory for 200 years - here are the results." The Conversation. 10 August 2023. [Emphasis added.]

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Nations and companies are competing to appropriate the last piece of available “untapped” forest that can provide the most amount of “environmental services.” [...] When British Empire forestry was first established as a disciplinary practice in India, [...] it proscribed private interests and initiated a new system of forest management based on a logic of utilitarian [extraction] [...]. Rather than the actual survival of plants or animals, the goal of this forestry was focused on preventing the exhaustion of resource extraction. [...]

Text by: Daniel Fernandez and Alon Schwabe. "The Offsetted." e-flux Architecture (Positions). November 2013. [Emphasis added.]

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At first glance, the statistics tell a hopeful story: Chile’s forests are expanding. […] On the ground, however, a different scene plays out: monocultures have replaced diverse natural forests [...]. At the crux of these [...] narratives is the definition of a single word: “forest.” [...] Pinochet’s wave of [...] [laws] included Forest Ordinance 701, passed in 1974, which subsidized the expansion of tree plantations [...] and gave the National Forestry Corporation control of Mapuche lands. This law set in motion an enormous expansion in fiber-farms, which are vast expanses of monoculture plantations Pinus radiata and Eucalyptus species grown for paper manufacturing and timber. [T]hese new plantations replaced native forests […]. According to a recent study in Landscape and Urban Planning, timber plantations expanded by a factor of ten from 1975 to 2007, and now occupy 43 percent of the South-central Chilean landscape. [...] While the confusion surrounding the definition of “forest” may appear to be an issue of semantics, Dr. Francis Putz [...] warns otherwise in a recent review published in Biotropica. […] Monoculture plantations are optimized for a single product, whereas native forests offer [...] water regulation, hosting biodiversity, and building soil fertility. [...][A]ccording to Putz, the distinction between plantations and native forests needs to be made clear. “[...] [A]nd the point that plantations are NOT forests needs to be made repeatedly [...]."

Text by: Julian Moll-Rocek. “When forests aren’t really forests: the high cost of Chile’s tree plantations.” Mongabay. 18 August 2014. [Emphasis added.]

[whimsyvixen]

How cute would it be if they swapped baby versions of themselves?

(Science anon you have me thinking about this now)

[zimt-deathnote]

Do you remember these? I desperately want more art of them. I want them to go on silly little adventures.

(extra sketch for the brave ones hihi)

----- My other socials Commission Info Let's drink some Ko-Fi! 🍵

[bloodybosom]

Fay Wray and King Kong by Marcus Boas

[naughtybg3confessions]

I'm seeing surprisingly few wildshape confessions and I can only conclude that y'all're cowards.

Bring me that bear dick.

[pink-writer-girl]

Did an art trade with @the-witchs-posts they drew my OC Iris and Luca and the slow bond they began to form :) I love the art so much 😻 they drew Iris so good and did the details of her scars so accurate

[fatehbaz]

[E]very [interspecies] meeting in fact reminds us that the being we meet is and always shall be strange to us […]. When beings meet there is a distance between, such that in encountering the slug we also encounter something beyond the slug – a multitude of life we cannot sense. [...] So despite shared histories and the close proximity in which slugs and [humans] live, the slug retains a certain darkness as a creature apart; something is held in reserve […]. And so fleeting awareness of the irretrievability of the lives of others intensifies poignancy, such that despite a gulf separating the [human] from other creatures, some connection, however fleeting, is made to something – however strange. Refusing to dismiss the everyday and the banal is an ethical response. […] Slugs are there: sliming, chomping, and oozing around quietly and that should be enough to give them consideration.

[Text by: Franklin Ginn. “Sticky lives: Slugs, detachment and more-than-human ethics in the garden.” Transactions of the Institute of British Geographers, Volume 39, Issue 4. 2013. Bold emphasis added by me.]

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So, can an insect speak? And if yes, do we understand it? Wittgenstein maintained that ‘if a lion could speak we would not understand him’, by which he implied that we do not share the ‘form of lion-life’ that would make lion language fully transparent to us […]. A similar insight was [...] expressed by [...] [a twentieth-century] honeybee researcher [...]: Beyond the appreciable facts of their life we know but little of the bees. And the closer our acquaintance becomes, the nearer is our ignorance brought to us of the depths of their real existence. But such ignorance is better than the other kind, which is unconscious and satisfied.

[Text by: Eileen Crist. “Can an Insect Speak?: The Case of the Honeybee Dance Language.” Social Studies of Science, Volume 34, Issue 1. 2004. Bold emphasis added.]

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Animal studies scholarship tends to emphasize animal-human relations, encounters, and similarities. […] Jellyfish and other gelatinous creatures [...], however, float at the far reaches of our ability to construct sturdy interspecies connections [...]. Uexkull’s theory […] insists upon multiple worlds […], a capacious admission that a multitude of other creatures dwell as part of worlds that humans cannot readily or completely access or grasp. Three-quarters of a century later Terry Tempest Williams wonders what it would be like to be a jellyfish. […] [She] writes: “Perhaps this is what moves me most about jellies – their sensory intelligence […] the great hunger that is sent outward through the feathery reach of their tentacles. Imagine the information sought and returned.”

[Text by: Stacy Alaimo. “Jellyfish Science, Jellyfish Aesthetics: Posthuman Reconfigurations of the Sensible”. In: Thinking with Water. 2013. Bold emphasis added.]

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Although we cannot ‘speak’ with nonhumans in any straightforward way, what we can and more importantly do do is become articulate with them in various ways. [...] If there is a way out of this historical impasse [alienation, climate crisis, global ecological degradation], [for some] it is not to be found in attributing some of ‘our’ qualities to ‘them’. It “would not be a matter of ‘giving speech back’ to animals […]. Perhaps the task is not to seek to compare the dance language of bees […] with human language, the ‘intelligence’ […] of Monarch butterflies with human intelligence, […] but rather (or at least in addition) to find a way of thinking about these ‘remarkable things’ that grants them positive ontological difference in their own right. […] [It] is concerned with what is always a multitude of others rather than a singular other […]; and it is radically nonanthropocentric […].

[Text by: Nick Bingham. “Bees, Butterflies, and Bacteria: Biotechnology and the Politics of Nonhuman Friendship.” Environment and Planning A: Economy and Space, Volume 38, Issue 3. 2006. Bold emphasis added.]

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Starfish may seem to be still, but longer attention [...] shows them [slowly] moving, changing. [...] Then there are beings [like some insects] that experience hundreds, thousands of generations within a human lifetime. For such beings, the memories, learnings and modes of passing on experience are, it almost goes without saying (yet it must be said as it is so often not), radically different from any human’s in terms of the ways they experience change. The immensity of the alterity is, literally, incomprehensible to humans. We can't know what these beings know. But we can be aware that they have knowledges and experiences beyond us. [...] [W]e should know they live and experience and think beyond us. We should seek respect and be aware of how our lives are entangled […]. It is not abstract, or empty.

[Text by: Bawaka Country et al. “Gathering of the Clouds: Attending to Indigenous understandings of time and climate through songspirals.” Geoforum Volume 108. January 2020. Bold emphasis added.]

[the-witchs-posts]

my little short comic from my planet of the apes oc salem going hunting with caesar and and the apes...

until something goes wrong 😏🖤✨

this is by no means perfect,

but im still really proud of all the work i put into it and how it came out at the end 😊👍

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒃𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍

🍯our little farm masterlist🍯

summary - the reader gets a call from her parents, they ask her to look after their farm and hopefully get their newest addition to mate with the cow hybrids. what happens when it's not the cows bull ari sets his sights on, but instead, it's the reader?

warning - interspecies, dumb bimbo reader, angst, smut, swearing, fluff, creampie, breeding kink, voyeurism, spying, masturbation, dirty thoughts, slight manipulation, talks of masturbating.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, and the dividers are by @royalsweetteaa and @firefly-graphics

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING

You yawned, walking groggily to the kitchen. You felt the exhaustion settling into your bones from the long drive over. Your parents had asked you to come and look after their farm whilst on vacation. They explained that one of their newest additions is refusing to mate with the cow hybrids. You happily agreed, having nothing better to do where you lived. 

Your hands rub your eyes, walking over and starting the coffee machine. Your plump breasts practically spill out of your soft yellow nightie, the lace ending just below your ass as you lean over to grab the ingredients for your breakfast. Your cute pink mug is filled to the brim with vanilla-flavoured coffee. You take sips and prepare some banana pancakes with a side of oatmeal covered in yoghurt and berries.

Once everything is prepared, You walk outside and sit down. You take in the sunrise and the beautiful colours of the sky as you eat. Not noticing the newest addition staring daggers in your direction, his head tilted to the side as he tried to figure out who this stranger was. His darkened blue eyes take in your skimpy pyjamas, tongue flicking out as he appreciates the sight. And it finally clicked. Ari knew that you were the one he wanted to mate with, not these whorish cows that kept throwing themselves at him.

You hum as you finish breakfast, your belly full as you stand. Heading back inside to prepare for the day, you walk to the kitchen, placing your dishes in the sink before heading to your room. You pull out your skimpiest denim shorts— the perfect pair that hugs your ass— and a tiny white shirt— one that forms perfectly around your plump breasts. 

You giggle as you pull your clothes on before bending over to put your cute little farmer boots on. You get up and head into the bathroom, brushing your teeth before returning, feeling ready to get to work. You make your way out of the house and head to the crops to tend to those first. 

After all the work you have done, you feel dirty. But that doesn’t stop you from heading to the animals to care for them. You don’t notice that you are being watched, too busy smiling at everything around you. You wave when you see the neighbours. Having met the owner and their helper Colin, you’ve learnt they have the same problem with their bull Ransom. You won’t admit it, but you’ve had dirty thoughts about Colin. Your tongue darts out, wetting your lips as you think of him all dirty and on top of you. The many nights you’ve spent with your vibrator between your legs with the thoughts of him there instead were too many to count.

As you pass the cows, you smile and wave. “Hey, ladies!” You continue to giggle as they wave back, happily strolling through as you work. When you enter Ari’s closed-off area, you look around curiously. You’ve never met a bull hybrid before. You push a loose strand of hair behind your ear before you jump, as a huff can be heard from the side of you.

You turn, and a giant smile appears as your eyes connect with beautiful blue ones. “Hi! I’m Y/n! You must be Ari!” You squeal, stumbling closer to him. Your eyes are wide as you take in his giant form, practically drooling at his bulging muscles and the panty-dropping defined lines across his stomach. You stick your hand out, feeling giddy with being in his presence. 

Ari’s brows furrow, puffing his chest out, and he notices how your eyes follow the movement. His large hand fills yours, shaking it slightly. He takes in your form, seeing how much tinier you are to him. “L/n’s daughter?” You nod, soft giggles escaping you as you take in the nasty scar on his face before following it and looking at his golden rings.

“Yeah! I’m looking after the place!” You grin, “Apparently, I’m supposed to help you mate with the cows?” Your brows furrow, pouting as you try to figure out how to do that. Your head tilts to the side, looking up at him with confusion. “How do I do that?” 

“You don’t know how to…?” Ari tilts his head also, studying you. How you look at him with a dazed look is different for him. “What if I told you that it’s better and healthier for a bull to mate with a human instead of a cow?” 

You blink, eyes widening even more. “It is?” Ari nods, holding back the smirk that desperately wants to appear. “Huh… My dad never told me that… Okay…” You nod, believing his words as he seems older than you. Your eyes slowly drag down his body, stopping at the spot between his legs, brows furrowing as you become curious. Ari watches as a look of wonder appears on your face, he opens his mouth to ask you what you're looking at, but a sound of shock leaves him as you slither your hand through the fence and poke his softened cock. “Aww! It’s so cute! Hello, little guy!” 

Ari huffs, feeling shocked and offence shoot through him as you continue to coo at his cock. He utters what the fuck as you just stare at him wide-eyed. A grunt escapes him, gaining your attention back up at him. His brows are raised. “Are you done?” Your lips go between your teeth as your eyes flicker back down before connecting with his eyes again, a slight nod following. Ari huffs, his eyes take in your outfit. “What are you wearing?” 

You frown, looking down at your outfit. “What’s wrong with this?” You look back at him, doe-eyes filled with tears, plump lips pouted as you tug on your shirt. Unknowingly exposing your cleavage to him, your thighs clench at his rough look.

“It’s too… It’s not proper for the farm, but… Never mind, you wouldn’t take advice from someone like me anyway.” Ari turns, holding back his smirk as you call for him to wait. Your soft voice was begging for his advice on what to wear. He turns, facing you again with a straight face. “Well… A nice short dress would be easier to work in…” He clicks his tongue inside his mouth as he watches you stare up at him, eyes still clueless. “But, if you want to be seen as a disappointment….”

“No! I don’t! I will change into the appropriate farmwear tomorrow!” You babble, gripping the fence as tears fall from your eyes. 

“Good girl.” A smile appears on your face at Ari’s words, feeling pride beaming inside you. You say your goodbyes before skipping back to the house, feeling your stomach grumble. Never having felt so free before, you enter the kitchen, gather ingredients for dinner, and begin to prepare some pasta, your mouth watering as the scent of food enters your nostrils. 

Once the food was ready, you served yourself a bowl and sat down. You scoff it all before getting up, walking to the kitchen and placing the bowl into the sink, ensuring all the dishes are clean before groggily heading to the bedroom. You strip until you are completely bare and unknowingly give the hybrid outside a show. Ari’s hand moves up and down his massive cock as he watches you strip from your dirty clothes. Your soft hands glide down your nude form, and he grunts as he covers his body with his cum. 

You climb into your soft bed and fall into a blissful sleep.

The sound of a rooster wakes you from your slumber, and you roll over and groan. Burying your face into your fluffy pillow, you can feel your muscles begin to relax again as sleep tries to take over. Slowly, you get out of bed and head into the bathroom. You turn the shower on and wait for the water to become boiling hot before getting in.

A sigh of relief escapes you as the water begins to relieve your tense muscles. You wash your hair and body, ensuring you are clean and ready for the day before hopping out and drying yourself. You head back into your room and open your closet, pulling out a tiny checkered white and blue dress that fits snugly against your body. 

You pull it on and place a white headband into your hair, pulling your boots on before heading into the kitchen. Repeating what you did the morning before, starting up the coffee machine and making yourself some breakfast. Once everything is ready, you sit outside and enjoy it all. Finishing your food and coffee, you head inside and place them into the sink before heading back out to begin work.

You skip around, tending to your chores and harvest some fruit that appears to be ready. As the day passes, you snack on the cherries in your basket, heading to where the animals are and waving to the cows as you pass them by. You make sure they have everything they need before you go to check on Ari, hoping that he approves of your outfit.

Ari’s eyes are locked on your lips when you enter, licking his lips as he watches you slowly bite into the cherry. His eyes slowly move down and take in your dress, huffing in approval. “Hi! Did you sleep okay?!” You squeal, skipping closer to him. You happily chew on the cherries as you beam up at him, hoping you’ve made him proud with your dress. “Did I do good? You were so right about it being easier to move in!” Your doe-eyes blink as you wait for him to answer.

Ari smiles, straightening his back as he stares down at you. “You did well. You’re such a good girl for listening to me.” He smirks slightly as he watches you clench your thighs together, his praise getting to you. “But I do need you to do something for me.”

You launch forward, eyes wide. “Anything!” Ari bites his lip, having to think of something else as he feels his cock twitch. 

“I accidentally dropped something over there and can’t reach it. Do you mind grabbing it for me?” You nod, practically buzzing as you wait for him to tell you where it is. He clears his throat, and his ear twitches as he holds his desires back. “It’s just over there.” You nod again, quickly heading over to where he’s pointing and bending once you’ve found it. A groan slips from Ari’s lips as your glistening cunt is in view, and his cock begins to swell and grow as he stares. 

“Here it is!” You stand, holding the bell in your hand, before turning around and bouncing over to the giant creature. Your eyes fall on his hardened cock, causing them to widen as your mouth opens in shock. “Where’d my little guy go?” You pout as you stare before looking up at him, saddened that he’s gone.

Ari blinks, slowly grabbing the bell from your hands and placing it over his head. The cool metal rests against his neck. “Sadly, he won’t make his appearance until I’m empty, but unfortunately, I don’t have a human to mate with for that to happen.” Ari pouts, pretending to be sad.

A whimper escapes you. “I can help! I’m human!” You whine, batting your eyelashes up at him as you pout. 

Ari shakes his head, “No. I couldn’t ask you to do that, and it has to be someone extraordinary to be able to be filled by me.” His head lifts when a sob leaves your plump lips. He notices the heartbroken look on your face.  

You nod sadly. The feeling of happiness that you felt had been drained. “Oh… Okay, well… Have a good day.” You give him a sad smile, turning to leave.

His brows furrow, quickly reaching out and grabbing your wrist. “What, no. Why are you leaving?” 

You turn back and look up at him. “You said it had to be someone extraordinary… I know I’m dumb, but I also know when I’m not wanted.” You sniffle, smiling through it all. 

A sigh leaves his lips, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean you weren’t special, I thought you’d turn around and say you were, but obviously, I should’ve just accepted your offer to help.” 

You blink up at him, the tears brimming as you pout. “Really? I’m special enough to help you?” Ari nods, and a giant smile appears as you bounce up and down. “I’d be happy to help, Ari! Please, can I help?!” Ari feels his cock twitch at your eagerness and the sight of your wide eyes. He nods, causing you to squeal and quickly go to the gate, opening it and entering his area. 

You excitedly skip over to him and crash into his large body, his massive cock pokes your tiny form, and you can feel your knickers dampen from the feeling. Ari grabs you and lifts you as if you weigh like a feather. You feel your cunt throb as he does this. He carries you over to the stacks of hay. Ari sits and places you on top of him. He groans at the feeling of your bare cunt touching his swollen cock. 

“You want to be split open by me, little one?” You nod, whimpering and gripping his bulging biceps, humping your dripping cunt onto his throbbing member. “But, you’re such a tiny little baby. How could you possibly fit something as large as my cock in your small hole?” He taunts, hands gripping your hips as he moves your body.

You whine. “It’ll fit, please. Stuff me full of you!” Your head bobs up and down, repeatedly repeating ‘it’ll fit’ as you babble. Your head falls back, feeling blissed out before the fun begins, and your nails dig into his flesh. “Please! Force your cock into my small cunt! Fill me to the brim! Please!” Your eyes roll back as Ari lifts you and begins to push his thick tip into your hole. A pornographic moan leaves your lips as your cunt swallows his cock. 

“Oh! Jesus fuck! You’re so fucking tight! Much better potential for a mate than those whores over there!” He huffs, nostrils flaring as he stops his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. “You think they’ll be jealous that I’m stuffing you with my massive cock and not them?” You nod, eyes squeezed shut as you bounce up and down his cock, soaking him entirely with your juices. His large hands help fasten your pace, pounding up into you. “My good girl! Soon you’ll be full and carrying my babies! Do you think your dad will be proud of you for helping me?” 

Your mind is fuzzy, lazily nodding your head before planting it into his neck. “Wan’ be full o’ you” Your words come out jumbled, barely finding time to breathe as his cock splits you open but in a good way. A whimper escapes you when Ari pulls the front of your dress down, causing your plump breasts to bounce free. He launches forward, latching his lips onto your aroused nipples. His tongue swirls around them, licking and sucking. Your hands move up and into his hair, gripping and tugging as you are overwhelmed with pleasure.

His swollen and full balls slap against your ass, and his arms wrap securely around your waist as he slams into you faster and harder. One of your hands moves toward his horns and grip tight. Screams of pleasure escape you as your walls tighten and squeeze his throbbing base, desperately trying to milk him dry. 

“M’ close!” You pull your body as close as possible to him, feeling yourself spasm around him.

“Cum, little one!” The moment those words fall from his lips, your back arches, and your cunt sucks his cock deeper inside you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and for a moment, you black out as your juices squirt out of you, covering him and everything around you both. “Fuck! You feel so fucking good! Ready for me to fill you up?” 

“Yes! Yes! Please!” Whimpers and groans escape you both as large amounts of cum spurt out of Ari, and deep into your womb, there’s so much that it begins to leak out of you and onto his lap. “So good! So good!” You hold onto him, whining as you feel him in your stomach. You sag into him as the exhaustion sets in.

“You did good, little one. Get some rest. I’m not done with you yet.” He whispers, stroking your hair as a whine leaves you, feeling his cock begin to harden and grow inside of you. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[seiya-starsniper]

All Wound Up (Dreamling) - AO3

Rating: E | Status: Complete | Chapters 1/1 | Words: 3.1k

Summary:

Hob hadn’t realized he had a hair pulling kink until now, but perhaps he didn’t. Maybe his entire kink was just Dream.

Hob realizes Dream has a thing for having his mane tugged. He takes full advantage of the situation.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Centaurs, Centaur Dream of the Endless, Human Hob Gadling, Hair-pulling, Hair Kink, Rutting, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Pining, Friends With Benefits

Dedicated to the absolutely wonderful and talented @amielot, thanks so much for letting me play other sandbox of your Horse Girl AU! 💖💖💖

Special thanks to @lyriclorelei and @rooftopwreck for the beta read!!!!

[mono-recom]

Sinful Nun Pays Penitence To The Serpent

[naughtybg3confessions]

You know the strange ox that if you kill it Dammon dies? I bet that thing has the infernal hots for him. I want to watch its ooze body slip over Dammon and plug all his holes. Have him so udderly (huehue, pun) debauched by being inside of it that he fills it with pockets of his hot splurts of cum until he's completely drained.

[liveactionproblematicotd]

Today's problematic ship is Leto Atreides and Ghanima Atreides from Children of Dune

Brother/sister incest

Interspecies

Requested by anonymous

[syppys-den]

one of my fave dynamics ^^

if anyone knows any good examples of the latter, feel free to share ^^

[fatehbaz]

when the Empire's researchers realized that the cause of the ecological devastation was the Empire:

much to consider.

on the motives and origins of some forms of imperial "environmentalism".

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Since the material resources of colonies were vital to the metropolitan centers of empire, some of the earliest conservation practices were established outside of Europe [but established for the purpose of protecting the natural resources desired by metropolitan Europe]. [...] [T]ropical island colonies were crucial laboratories of empire, as garden incubators for the transplantation of peoples [slaves, laborers] and plants [cash crops] and for generating the European revival of Edenic discourse. Eighteenth-century environmentalism derived from colonial island contexts in which limited space and an ideological model of utopia contributed to new models of conservation [...]. [T]ropical island colonies were at the vanguard of establishing forest reserves and environmental legislation [...]. These forest reserves, like those established in New England and South Africa, did not necessarily represent "an atavistic interest in preserving the 'natural' [...]" but rather a "more manipulative and power-conscious interest in constructing a new landscape by planting trees [in monoculture or otherwise modified plantations] [...]."

Text by: Elizabeth DeLoughrey and George B. Handley. "Introduction: Toward an Aesthetics of the Earth". Postcolonial Ecologies: Literatures of the Environment, edited by DeLoughrey and Handley. 2011. [Text within brackets added by me for clarity and context.]

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British colonial forestry was arguably one of the most extensive imperial frameworks of scientific natural resource management anywhere [...]. [T]he roots of conservation [...] lay in the role played by scientific communities in the colonial periphery [...]. In India, [...] in 1805 [...] the court of directors of the East India Company sent a dispatch enquiring [...] [about] the Royal Navy [and its potential use of wood from Malabar's forests] [...]. This enquiry led to the appointment of a forest committee which reported that extensive deforestation had taken place and recommended the protection of the Malabar forests on grounds that they were valuable property. [...] [T]o step up the extraction of teak to augment the strength of the Royal Navy [...] [b]etween 1806 and 1823, the forests of Malabar were protected by means of this monopoly [...]. The history of British colonial forestry, however, took a decisive turn in the post-1860 period [...]. Following the revolt of 1857, the government of India sought to pursue active interventionist policies [...]. Experts were deployed as 'scientific soldiers' and new agencies established. [...] The paradigm [...] was articulated explicitly in the first conference [Empire Forestry Conference] by R.S. Troup, a former Indian forest service officer and then the professor of forestry at Oxford. Troup began by sketching a linear model of the development of human relationship with forests, arguing that the human-forest interaction in civilized societies usually went through three distinct phases - destruction, conservation, and economic management. Conservation was a ‘wise and necessary measure’ but it was ‘only a stage towards the problem of how best to utilise the forest resources of the empire’. The ultimate ideal was economic management, [...] to exploit 'to the full [...]' and provide regular supplies [...] to industry.

Text by: Ravi Rajan. "Modernizing Nature: Tropical Forestry and the Contested Legacy of British Colonial Eco-Development, 1800-2000". Oxford Historical Monographs series, Oxford University Press. January 2006.

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It is no accident that the earliest writers to comment specifically on rapid environmental change in the context of empires were scientists who were themselves often actors in the process of colonially stimulated environmental change. [...] [N]atural philosophers [...] in Bermuda, [...] in Barbados and [...] on St Helena [all British colonies] were all already well aware of characteristically high rates of soil erosion and deforestation in the colonial tropics [...]. On St Helena and Bermuda this early conservationism led, by 1715, to the gazetting of the first colonial forest reserves and forest protection laws. On French colonial Mauritius [...], Poivre and Philibert Commerson framed pioneering forest conservation [...] in the 1760s. In India William Roxburgh [and] Edward Balfour [...] ([...] Scottish medical scientists) wrote alarmist narratives relating [to] deforestation [...]. East India Company scientists [...] [including] Roxburgh [...] went on to further observe the incidence of global drought events [...]. The writings of Edward Balfour and Hugh Cleghorn in the late 1840s in particular illustrate the extent of the permeation of a global environmental consciousness [...]. [T]he 1860s [were] a period [...] which embodies a convergence of thinking about ecological change on a world scale [...]. It was in the particular circumstances of environmental change at the colonial periphery that what we would now term "environmentalism" first made itself felt [...]. Victorian texts such as [...] Ribbentrop's Forestry in the British Empire, Brown's Hydrology of South Africa, Cleghorn's Forests and Gardens of South India [...] were [...] vital to the onset of environmentalism [...]. This fear grew steadily in the wake of colonial expansion [...] particularly [...] after the great Indian famines of 1876 [...].

Text by: Richard Grove and Vinita Damodaran. "Imperialism, Intellectual Networks, and Environmental Change: Origins and Evolution of Global Environmental History, 1676-2000: Part I". Economic and Political Weekly Vol. 41, No. 41. 14 October 2006

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The “planetary consciousness” produced by this systemizing of nature [in eighteenth-century European science] […] increased the mobility of paradise discourse [...]. As European colonial expansion accelerated, the homogenizing transformation of people, economy and nature which it catalyzed also gave rise to a myth of lost paradise, which served as a register […] for obliterated cultures, peoples, and environments [devastated by that same European colonization], and as a measure of the rapid ecological changes, frequently deforestation and desiccation, generated by colonizing capital. On one hand, this myth served to suppress dissent by submerging it in melancholy, but on the other, it promoted the emergence of an imperialist environmental critique which would motivate the later establishment of colonial botanical gardens, potential Edens in which nature could be re-made. However, the subversive potential of the “green” critique voiced through the myth of endangered paradise was defused by the extent to which growing environmental sensibilities enabled imperialism to function more efficiently by appropriating botanical knowledge and indigenous conservation methods, thus continuing to serve the purposes of European capital.

Text by: Sharae Deckard. Paradise Discourse, Imperialism, and Globalization: Exploiting Eden. 2010.