#monkey glands

[adtothebone]

Like I needed another reason to collect old magazines. There’s a lot going on here.

[goddessofroyalty]

One Piece Supernova trio Omegaverse idea my brain is milling over instead of letting me sleep:

Alpha!Kid challenging/goading Beta!Luffy in order to 'impress' the unmated Omega!Law, possibly not even wanting to attract Law as a mate just dumb hindbrain posturing kind of stuff.

Luffy not caring about designations or romantic/sexual relationships but fully responding to the challenges/goads because he's dumb and competitive like that.

Law being completely aware of the actual intent behind Kid's challenges/goads but now Luffy's turned it into a 'who's the better captain' thing he's also responding to them in a competitive way.

[trans-leek-cookie]

They let you name a cocktail fucking anything I guess

[tzihomara]

PRYING EYES.

— his devotee’s watching would never get in the way of his priorities, aka you.

wc. 2.1k , mdni | fem!reader, praising, exhibitionism?, cult setting, murdèr implication’s, threat’s, crèampie, establishment relationship, omegaverse, heat’s, bréeding, mıssionary, chòking, pùssy talk, not proofread.

an; for anon’s request, so sorry if it’s not what you fully wanted, <\3. always invisioned suguru as mean, so writing him like this was definitely new and a bit .. challenging. hehe, but enjoy!

“….i don’t recall granting permission to look at us.”

suguru spoke, a false grimace escaping his feigned look of disappointment. he didn’t expect monkey’s to follow simple instruction’s the first time. he’d be silly to even consider the thought. irritation evident in his deep and usually soothing voice.

patience thinning, thankfully he had you. perched prettily in his lap, right where he’d want you, especially when you’re vulnerable like this, heat approaching. just on the brink, he needed to be by your side, at all time’s.

“suguru..” you coo tenderly, you knew how quick he was to off his follower’s, whether they kiss his feet or not. patience wasn’t his strong suit. unless it was significant. the only member’s of his cult that he truly wished the best for, was his daughter’s, and you of course. you come first and foremost. dainty finger’s combing over the silky, onyx colored strand’s of his hair. nuzzling further into his silky navy garment’s, head resting right on his chest, hand’s stroking your back and thigh’s. pressing a kiss to your temple, taking a breath, inhaling your scent, growing sweeter by the moment. shaking his head at his devotee’s, focus back on you entirely. lowering himself closer to your ear dotingly. “forgive me, dearest. how are you feeling now? tell me,” heavy voice in your ear. coaxing you to respond, softly.

you just could melt on the spot, his voice was perfect. you felt it. heat just on its tipping point, about to boil over. the wait was torturous. feeling your simmering body heat up impossibly more, with a small whine, “m’fine right now sugu.. jus feel’s hot.” you sigh, nuzzling into his neck, his scent gland. you’d been eyeing the way his adam’s apple bob’s when he speak’s, swallow’s, or anything remotely similar. it had you captivated, just him in general.

arm’s previously thrown over this broad shoulder’s, softly lapping at his scent gland. you were just needy through n through, slender, yet bigger fingers rubbing tiny circles into your hip, you felt feverish. slipping his hands under your thigh’s, indifferently playing with the seam’s of your pantie’s. you had been given one of his robe’s to wear, for “easy access.” and comfort primarily, maybe it was was how enticing he appeared, nonchalantly feeling you up. finger’s subtly teasing and brushing over your clothed clit, a raspy chuckle evoking from him.

it was that, that singular motion, his chuckle hitting your ear’s finally pushing your heat to its boiling point, crashing over you in intense, magnified, wave’s. back arching at the sensation, pushing your hips to grind on his finger’s, that familiar sensation of salaciousness and need. pleasure dancing on the border of pain, mewling into his neck somewhat quietly. “suguuuu’ wan you r-right now, heat’s comin on..” , you murmur, nibbling him, and he doesn’t hesitate to give into your request’s. not in the slightest.

“yea’ pretty baby? , i’ve got you. jus let me handle you.”. he deeply, richly chuckle’s, warm palm stroking your hip adoringly. you nod, though you can’t help your eager hand’s from wandering, tugging at his kasaya. untying layer after layer, absentmindedly forgetting you’re infront of his follower’s, entrusting that whenever you’re with him there’s no reason to think, no need to do anything with him here. just sit pretty for him. and you did just that.

silky lapis colored robes falling off his shaped shoulder’s, looking down at you with that handsome grin. hand’s tugging at your own silken robe, letting it fall. exposed, denuded to his touch, and eye’s. hand’s tracing over your naked body like a piece of art, in his heart and soul you are. guiding your hip’s patiently, and steadily, pressing you just right to get the friction you desire, messy cunt dampening his knee, slicking it with each pull of your hip’s, and tug of his hand’s. “s’not enough, need you in me sugu.” you complain, with a pout. your body feels on fire, burning, aching for the desire of him. you’ve never needed it more, and he understand’s.

pressing forward, a firm hand slinking toward’s your back. steadily lowering the two of you to the cold floor of the platform the two of you shared, signifying your status above the rest of the people occupant in the room. hair draping off his shoulder’s, dangling into your face. and you could’ve sworn he’s never looked better. letting you down gently, even against the frigid floor, you’re burning. free hand traveling down your tummy, into your panties once more, tip of his finger’s collecting your slick with a hum of contentment. “ she’s s’needy already, pretty..” he comment’s. finger’s prodding into your entrance, pleading for any, sensation. a need to feel the nagging emptiness. clenching desperately. “don’t wan your finger’s, want you already.” you whine to him, and he chuckle’s. “i know, i know dearest. jus need to make sure you’re ready f’me, okay? patience.” he speak’s, cooing at you gently. a groan slipping from his crooked lip’s as he slip’s two lengthy, firm, finger’s in your sopping cunt. drenching him already.

he keep’s, a gentle fluent pace, working particularly softly, wary of your sensitivity. grinding your hip’s on his digit’s, seeking the sensation you need while he stretches you out, preparing you for him. you were just so damn eager. you felt like you’d fucking die without his cock in you, your hand held down with his other hand, finger’s intertwined with yours. brow’s pursing together, getting eager himself. tent formed underneath his garb’s, barely shielding the rest of his body from you or anyone’s view. “-put it in already, pretty please. c-can’t take it ‘anymore.” you pouted at him, needy tears welling in your eye’s already. and he caved.

you had this dangerous man wrapped around your finger. he’d never want to cause discomfort, or keep you waiting.

exhaling softly, his hand palming his length, untucking it from his garb’s, pretty pink peach colored tip twitching with need in his hand, he’d been holding back for your sake. but the bead’s of precum dribbling down betray that, thumb smearing it over his tip, coating it. alining himself with you, nudging into you, before pushing himself deeper, in one go. he warned you, he stretched you out, every. single. time. your dazed mind unable to differentiate pain from pleasure, dangerous lines to blur. but it excited you further. needy mewl escaping your lip’s at the feeling of his length sinking into you. sucking him in willingly. hand squeezing at his.

his worshipper’s were certainly getting a show, although commanded to keep their head down. some— or most were tempted to look up. it only took a matter of time.

every inch was inside of you, all the way to the base. leg’s trembling,the feeling of fullness, warmth you’re body is seeking replenished by him, though it was the need for him solely, your mate, that seems to worsen. hastily grinding into him, as he breathily chuckle’s. “eager girl. told you to wait.” he murmur’s, pressing a lazy kiss to the side of your mouth. beginning to move, slow, raunchy stroke’s at first. sitting back up, abdomen, ab’s, flexing all in your view. fat weeping tip, kissing your cervix gently. intense, deep, rich goldenbrown eye’s focused on your face. “haah..- shiit.” he cursed under his breath. and you whined. “let it alll out f’me sweetheart. be good f’me, ‘yea?”, mindlessly nodding along to his word’s, letting him fulfill his promise’s to take care of you. “kay’ sugu. feels s’good.” previous tear’s softly spilling down your cheek’s, and it’s only the beginning. leg’s weakly wrapping around his waist. slowly, steadily increasing his pace. tip mushing against your sensitive spot’s, he was on the longer side, still girthy nonetheless. stretching you out so good. ragged, messy stroke’s, the sound of slick and skin a constant in the room.

a few worshipper’s boldly deciding to raise their head’s, examining the perverse scene in front of them.

no shame, seemingly in either of them. a hand sliding to her neck, tightening his grip. sloppy cunt never failing to clench down on him tightly. letting out a groan. just as lewd looking, as it sounds. catching glimpse’s out the corner of his eye, begrudgingly, turning his head.

“huuh. explain as to why your head is held so highly?” he speak’s, breathily. yet firmly. grip tightening slightly in irritation, hip’s deepening his pace roughly. a pretty mewl coming from you. an exasperated sigh following his word’s. “lower your head’s, or you will lose them. filthy monkey’s.” he groaned, threat immediately having an affect, worshiper’s immediately lowering their head’s to their respective place, trying to ignore the inappropriate sound’s flooding the room.

gaze turning, back to you. a gentle hand wiping away you’re tear’s. your eyes gluing shut, in pleasure. cursing under his breath. “na-uh, pretty. eye’s on me, m’kay? fuuck.— takin’ it so fuckin good f’me. look at me.” he groaned again, nodding and opening your eye’s and looking into his own. filed with adoration, need and love for you. it made you impossibly tighter. milking his cock for all it’s worth. “suguuu, i c-can’tt.” you mewled, his hand moving to your jaw, holding it firmly, leaning down. forehead pressed to your own, hot, humid, breath, fanning against your face. he was so deep now. “yea you can, sweetheart— f’me. need you to cum , alright? understand? say it.” he panted, eye’s staring into yours. the intensity, cock twitching, on the verge of spilling, his grip on your throat and jaw, it all made you feel like you’re going to finish any second now. you couldn’t hold back. not in your heat either, he wouldn’t allow it. “gonna c-cum f’you, sugu. i understand”, your word’s were tiny high pitched babble’s , at this point. hip’s snapping against your cunt tighter, rough. “gooood. good.” he moaned out, this time. “good fuckin girl, baby. d-don’t clench around me like tha-ht, pretty.” he choked out, gasping at his own word’s. accompanied by an airy laugh. pressing sloppy kisses to the corners of your mouth,and finally into you, hand clasping at your throat tighter, your pretty fucked out eye’s touching the back of your skull it seems. short circuiting, going slack for a moment. unable to find the strength to kiss back with his passion, he was fuckin you so good. mewling into it, you couldn’t warn him your approaching orgasm. tongue in your mouth, his own pretty brown eyes fluttering back, he’d been holding himself back to release with you, he could read your body better than you yourself could. feeling your stomach tightening, tummy flexing. leg’s that were weakly wrapped around his hip’s squeezing, loud whine’s falling right out your lip’s and into his own, eating up your pretty noise’s deliciously.

creaming around his cock, not yet getting the relief you seek until he reaches his own orgasm, he quit’ holding back. thrust’s much rougher, sloppier and hasty. it hurt’s, but your mind has yet to register the subtle pain. foamy ring of your cum forming at the base of his cock, nicely. a few more ragged thrust’s and he was spilling into you, pulling back from the kiss, with soft “i love you’s”, fucking his release into you. making sure to soothe you temporarily, your heat dying down. ball’s slapping against your ass heftily. subtly slowing down until he stop’s fully. pulling out with a quiet groan. thumb pushing back his cum into your cunt. kissing your temple, looking at your fucked out expression, with his own. “did so good f’me. proud of you baby, took it well. i love you s’much, y’know that?” he coo’s. “love you more, sugu..” you sigh back, hand’s slipping off your neck and to your back, gently lifting you up, holding you flush against his chest. “gonna get y’cleaned up. rest for me, pretty.”., larger arm’s getting you settled to cling onto him, indifferently leaving his worshipper’s behind. carrying you to his chamber’s. and you noded, hanging onto him. letting him settle you down, wash you thoroughly, change you. prioritizing his mate’s need’s, like usual.

“promise i’ll be back ina’few. i have something to take care of, dearest.” he whispered to you, settling you in his own bed of the finest blanket’s, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “mmh, m’kay. don’t keep me waiting, sugu. wanna sleep.”, taking a glance at you fondly, before nodding, exiting the room, back to wherever those filthy monkey’s were.

he’d have to put an end to those who can’t obey simple order’s, oh how he hates repeating himself. . .

a few curse’s will do for this group.

my masterlist for more .ᐟ

[leafteaposts]

Headcanon abo au/omegaverse

Alphas roar like big cats, alphas chuff and can't purr. Their growls are deep and loud, made to intimidate and to a degree force submission from the person they may direct it to if they chose to lace it with alpha timbre. Only alphas can do this.

Zoro uses intimidation and timbre a lot when younger and is one of the reasons he gets the nickname demon of the east so quickly. The selected few who gain emperor's haki (if alphas) normally have unnaturally strong timbre. He has a terrifying roar.

Luffy has it too of course, but doesn't really use it at all. I think ASL never really used this when together, not even when fighting. Ace may have tried it when really angry, but the face Sabo made caused him to never want to use it again. Luffy's roar is so deep feral sounding (and does not match that scrawny body pre TS) it literally makes people that hear it turn in the other direction. He doesn't really like to use it as he doesn't like to scare people. But when fighting it simply is natural for him to growl, roar and snarl like the feral monkey beast he is.

Betas can purr, but it may not come naturally for them. They can sort of make a chuffing sound, but just like omegas their vocal range is limited. Their roar and growls are more alpha-like but not in the same vocal range.

Usopp's natural purr is very omega-like. He is skilled in intimidating alpha roars too. This is a little unique for a betas but he perfected his impressions of both aloha and omega in syrup village as he grew up. In fights he uses this to his advantage and to intimidate and throw off his opponents.

He can copy almost any sound, be it animals, human, mechanical or other. On the crew hd sometimes messes with Franky who searches Sunny for that creaky squeaky sound until he realises it is just Usopp messing with him. He also makes games for Luffy and chopper where they get to guess the sound he makes, when they guess right he lies and comes up with an outrageous alternative and weaves a story that distracts them from calling him out on his bs.

Omegas can't chuff, only purr. And they may not be able to roar in the volume like Alphas, but they roar/scream like pumas/mountain lions when agitated (and sometimes in heat.) You ever heard that sound? Chilling.

Sanji scares the living shit out of opponents when he lets out his roar. It's quite unusual for omegas to be fighters, but among pirates it's a little more common as they overall challenge the status quo. Sanji doesn't like to use his roar all that much as it always causes a reaction of "Black leg, you're an OMEGA?!?" He uses salves and scent muting band aids on his scent glands to hide his scent so not to give his position as an omega away.

[reality-detective]

Questions To Ask Ourselves:

1. What is an Egyptian pyramid doing on a US dollar bill?

2. Why did 56 countries sign a treaty not to take risks and enter Antarctica?

3. Why do planes never fly over Antarctica?

4. How did NASA "lose" the photos of the moon landing, one of the most important moments for humanity?

5. If Neil Armstrong was the first to walk on the moon, who held the camera?

6. Why haven't we gone back to the moon?

7. If monkeys evolved into humans, why are there still monkeys?

8. Why does 95% of our DNA exist as "junk"? Who decided it was actually "garbage"?

9. How were huge, symmetrical, detailed, sacred, and geometrically regular structures such as cathedrals and parliamentary buildings created by people who lived in log cabins, rode horse-drawn carriages, and had no machines or lasers?

10. How is it that similar pre-Columbian architecture is found all over the world?

11. Why are there images in ancient Egyptian art that resemble "spaceships"?

12. Why were remains and images of giant people found? And why do different ancient scriptures from various cultures, including the Bible, talk about giants?

13. Why are there images of mushrooms in ancient Christian art? And why does the Pope dress up like a giant Amanita muscaria mushroom?

14. Why do ancient Egyptian artworks show jaws, and is it a coincidence that the pineal gland resembles jaws?

15. Why are there descriptions of dragons all over the world and in different cultures, thousands of years apart, and also mentioned in the Bible?

16. Why is there so much blatant satanic symbolism in the music and entertainment industry?

17. Why do most video games revolve around killing?

18. How is it possible that movies and cartoons like The Simpsons can predict certain cultural events so accurately?

19. How do forest fires melt cars but leave trees intact?

20. What is the national debt? If there is a borrower, there must also be a lender: who is it?

21. How is it that the so-called "national debt" has increased despite tax increases? Where does the taxpayer's money go?

22. Why is alcohol and tobacco poisoning considered "normal" and referred to simply as "drinking" and "smoking"?

23. Why are alcohol and tobacco shown in almost all shows and movies?

24. How do news presenters around the world and on various channels say and repeat the same script word for word?

25. If we are more progressive and informed than ever before, why do we have the highest rates of obesity, cancer, and heart disease, not to mention depression?

Questions you should have already been asking yourself and there are many more you should be asking. 🤔

[gdbatbitch]

TL;DR Please, please. I’m at the absolute end of my rope and can use all the help I can get. Also, just putting out there for those that prefer alternates: my PayPal is dextra.hoffman@gmail.com, Venmo is @Dextra-Hoffman, and CashApp is $DextraDawn. Thanks y’all.

I wish I had the spoons to talk about how horrible I have been feeling the last few weeks in real time. Especially the last 3 weeks. You don’t realize how much one little gland will mess up your entire existence until it’s defective or gone. I’ve been without my thyroid for 10 months now. And I’m still suffering the repercussions of it. 

My biggest issue is my TSH levels. I’ve had to have dosage adjustments twice since January, and each time it results in weeks of adjustment time, and a good portion of that, I’ve been completely laid out because of being unable to function. The symptoms can vary, but generally involve massive fatigue, nausea, hot flashes and cold spells/sweats that I’m not able to control and barely able to combat, dehydration, weakness, and just having that feeling you get with a high fever and a flu where you feel half in and half out of reality and not sure if you’re actually alive or you’re a ghost. 

Also because these hormones think they’re that special, they also affect my mental health by spiking my adrenaline levels and triggering my anxiety. My anxiety alone can shut me down for days. It’s been well documented. So the physical symptoms would trigger my anxiety. I have a really high pain tolerance, but sickness not so much. And I have never felt sicker in my life than I have in the last month. So not only was I feeling like I was dying, I was terrified the entire time.

I’ve not gone into great detail about it openly because it was so scary, and I know when I’m in panic mode I can’t really trust my own mind to determine the seriousness of a situation. So I kept it quiet, at least quiet for me. 

Of course, all of this has completely destroyed my plans of getting back to work and out of this poverty rut I’ve been in for months. I had a job lined up, but the start date was right in the middle of my being incapacitated. I tried to work with the company to push back my start date, but that didn’t happen. I’m in the midst of interviewing for a job that would be absolutely perfect, but I’m still waiting for next steps on their part. Aside from those, as anyone currently seeking a job will tell you, it’s abysmal out there. I’ve applied for over a hundred jobs in the last 4 months and I’ve barely gotten any responses. 

I’ve been asked if I’m going to be doing art commissions, and if I were more capable, sure. I’d be silly not to try. But I’ve not been anything close to capable for weeks. I’ve only been back to 100% for a few days now, and even that has been sketchy. So I’m putting a pin in that for now, at least until I can knock out a sketch or two to knock the rust off. 

I was hoping to be done with fundraising, it’s so nerve-racking. But right now, my survival is in peril. I just submitted a request for what will be my last unemployment payout. It wasn’t much, but it was barely keeping me afloat. After that, I’m kinda screwed unless I can figure something out. 

I still haven’t made rent for August, my car payment is late, I’ve got bills up to my ears and I’m just worried that I’m not going to have those things very very soon if I can’t keep up. If I can at least hit the goal on the fundraiser, that can keep me going until I can get back to work (fingers crossed). 

I’ve been struggling with asking for help for a while now because I feel like I’ve been holding my hat out for far too long, but I don’t really have a choice anymore. I’ve also been struggling with a lot of internalized ableism as well because I know I’m disabled and shouldn’t push myself as hard as I do. But that’s a rant for another time.

Please, please. I’m at the absolute end of my rope and can use all the help I can get. Also, just putting out there for those that prefer alternates: my PayPal is dextra.hoffman@gmail.com, Venmo is @Dextra-Hoffman, and CashApp is $DextraDawn. Thanks y’all.

[up-side-in-side-out]

I wanted to imagine what TFBW would look like if each of the kids actually had powers.

You know I had to start with Kyle redesign because they did him so dirty in game.

I have a few ideas for other supers, but here’s more about Kyle!

VVV

Stan and Kyle are super close in this universe due to Kyle crash landing on his farm and giving Stan powers (accidentally). Stan’s newfound abilities allow him to understand Kyle, so he takes it upon himself to help the alien adapt to human life. He even gave Kyle his superhero name, originally confusing him for a kite in the sky due to his wing shape.

Stan takes time to tutor Kyle on English and communicate with him in his native tongue. If anyone overhears and asks Kyle what language he’s speaking, he’ll respond with “it’s Hebrew probably”

Powers:

Air manipulation- Being a creature of flight, Kyle is used to maneuvering and shifting through air currents so he can glide safely. On earth, due to its much calmer atmosphere, Kyle is able to sense the flow of air and manipulate it to his liking.

Shield- condensed air currents that flow so rapidly they can weaken attacks

Kite soar- soar high into the night at breakneck speed due to his light weight and experience

Transportation- glide with heavy objects or people within reason

Alien biology- with his unique bone structure and organs, Kyle has many adaptations humans could only dream of. His bones are slightly hollow allowing him to weigh much less than he appears. This gives him better flight on earth and a range of motion. He also has a modified salivary gland, producing multiple acids

Parkour- extreme levels of agility, when excited he moves around almost like a monkey

“Laser” eyes- no, not actual lasers— but the shock of seeing glowing eyes briefly stuns enemies

Acid spit- gross— but it does what it says it will and harms enemies over time

EDIT:

Here’s my first alien redesign! It’s not bad but I definitely prefer the new one, especially when it comes to wing design.

[mjrtaurus]

Modern Au Dragon telling the boys to be careful because there's a skunk in the area. Of course Luffy goes to warn the black and white kitty with the long fluffy tail and stubby legs who he was playing with to watch out for the skunk, but when he ran up to it it PEED ON HIM!

How rude was that?!

Tomato juice bath immediately, in one of those big metals tubs you put feed in for livestock. Luffy is fine with it because oh cool tomato juice! Dragon has a high tolerance for the smell because it’s too similar to weed (thank you, Crocodile) so he’s fine with scrubbing the kid down.

Ace and Sabo are laughing and dry heaving in equal measure, recording the whole ordeal for Auntie Dadan and Avô to see.

Thankfully the skunk only got Luffy’s clothes and some of his skin and not his ever present, ever important straw hat from Uncle Shanks. Small miracles.

The skunk was caught before Nika could get his dumbass sprayed, too.

It’s found out that Luffy’s involvement in the skunk’s life (a month at this point) has made the little fella too dependent on humans to be released into the wild. And that’s the story of how one Monkey D. Dragon, Juris Doctor, ends up coming out of the veterinary office with a newly de-stink-glanded skunk and adoption papers.

Luffy names him Stinkbug.

[ntls-24722]

Redoing the info post! Again! This'll hopefully be the last time I make these refs, not because I fully plan for these to stick (ofc, i hope these designs stick, but for as long as i fixate on this world I'll always be tweaking these designs) but because from here on out i'm probably just gonna be tweaking this world and just.... not making more refs LMFAO

Anyways, this is homo mousike, the Music Man-themed speculative biology project I made on accident. I didn't make homo mousike with the intention of spec bio'ing music man into various species, it was the result of me looking too hard into the tiniest bit of lore that i made for these music man "cave paintings." Which is why they all look so weird and not exactly like the music men they're based off of - I quite literally ripped them right out of the cave walls, which is exemplified even more by their original designs.

HOMO MOUSIKE

On an alien planet known as Bolur, there are 3 different sophont species that have just started their history together on a hot, arid continent. There's a fourth sophont, but they don't know about them at this present. By pure coincidence, in the future, all 3 have named their species "music man" in their own languages due to their fossils being reliably found with prehistoric instruments.

The Debu are the ones based off of DJ Music Man. They are part of a clade known as "mountain cows", massive, beefy hexapods that, despite their size, still climb up cliffsides to carve out their own caves with their hooves. Their species have had human-equivalent intelligence for almost 2 million years, but they haven't meaningfully moved past their stone age due to the lack of need. However, unlike our idea of caveman life, Debu have been sedentary and domesticating plants and animals - they just haven't widely utilized metal.

Due to the heat and their bare skin, they roll in mud to use it as sunscreen, and this has interestingly inspired them to be very big on makeup. Their frontmost teeth, which are set apart from their molars in all "vertebrates" on this planet, have fused together into a pair of tusks, which they were originally supposed to be using to eat trees. But Debu are opportunistic, and will eat anything that won't kill them - including the other two aliens. They also don't speak through their mouth but instead through their noses, and therefore their nostrils are two toned for the reason that our lips are: in order to follow the "lips" when speaking.

Their species evolved tool use to make instruments on account of it helping them attract mates, and the tool use + growingly social behavior got them to the level of sapience that they're at now. Debu as a species are exceptionally opportunistic and resourceful, and are well versed in anatomy and medicine even in their stone age.

The Zebramen are based off of the original Music Man. They, and the following zebraelves, are part of a clade known as "spitting monkeys," arboreal and eusocial octopods who have glands on their butt for shooting slime at you! Zebramen and zebraelves are actually in the same genus and can even hybridize - they have a lot in common, and I often refer to them simultaneously as "zebrapeople." Speaking of, zebrapeople have actually been able to semi-dry their slime into making silk instead, so this group is actually the most spider-y out of any of the Music Men.

Zebramen are 8 feet tall and walk only on their 6's - they're the only Music Man whose feet actually differ from their hands. They're stupid fast, though very similar to humans where they are used to running long distances. They're just beginning to use bronze and they live as nomads, stewarding their massive communal herds and living in carriages drawn by cloe-mena. Their sapience began when they left the trees and started domesticating animals, and this is reflected in their tools; Early zebraman tools were instruments, aids in communicating across a massive flock. Zebramen religions are overwhelmingly animistic, as their lives depend on their animals and, well, so did their sapience. Many of the animals zebramen herd today actually co-evolved with them.

Zebraelves are in the same genus as zebramen, and share a lot of cultural and morphological similarities since these two species have been in contact with eachother since their appearances. Though, they do have some stark differences: Zebraelves are only around 2 feet tall while zebramen tower at 8 feet. Zebraelves have angled pelvises, and are able to go from hexapodal to octopodal depending on where they're walking on. Zebraelves' stripes are also generally only shades of brown and black, while zebramen can have the added colors of pink and red to their palettes. Their spinnerets are longer and tufted, since they're used for expression, and zebraelves are also generally a lot fuzzier than zebramen. But what might be the most striking difference is their way of life - Zebramen are communal, sure, but zebraelves are outright eusocial, having a "hive" structure with very drastic dimorphism.

(details on this... another time)

Inventing and playing music actually wasn't all that instrumental(lol) to the zebraelf's evolution towards sapience, but it was found to be important for their cohesiveness - remains of instruments were found during periods of assimilation, when colonies began to cede into one another and they started celebrating about it. It's a little touching that their species was named after their celebration of peace

[endlessnightlock]

Have you ever thought about writing a Dark!Peeta.

An Everllak with the StepfordWife/ Don't worry Darrling twist would be great.

I've written some Dark! Peeta. Why Is The Window Open? has some very dark stuff---Katniss is impregnated with the antichrist. Mind the triggers if you decide to read it. I went there. I tagged it as a zombie fic, but the zombies are more background characters/hanging around back there as a threat.

Here are some Dark! Peeta drabbles I've written:

You Fear The Dark, Or Rather, What's In The Dark

Soldier!Peeta

Hijacked!Peeta

There are probably more that I'm forgetting :).

Okay though, serious question time. Have you read @badnovels fics on Ao3? Those will scratch any Dark!Peeta itches you might have. I remember reading a few other cool ones from @everlarkficquestions Dark! Peeta list.

Hope this helps. Unfortunately the writing gland inside my monkey brain is a bit dried up lately and I haven't really been writing. I hate it, hate it, hate it, but I'm done fighting it for now.

[sab-teraa]

Aaaa. I'm sorry I meant to ask SOUTH AFRICAN FOOD RECCOS

Oh I see! We are a multicultural country, and our food reflects that too. So food like burgers, pasta etc are extremely popular and part of our usual diet. Also, we are not the most vegetarian-friendly nation, so I do not too many recs for that. But here are a few South African "delicacies":

Bunny chow (basically South African curry in a massive bread bowl with carrot salad) SO GOOD!

Durban style biryani - very different to Indian styles of biryani and is kinda more like a pulao and has lentils etc. (CAN BE VEGETARIAN)

Wors rolls with onions, a mix of peri, and all gold tomato sauce, omfg drooling!

Biltong and droëwors (my all-time favourite snack).

Rusks (must be dipped in Ceylon aka five roses tea)

Braai. - our version of a BBQ - but we DO not do stuff like hotdogs, etc. Braais are often chicken pieces, sosaties, lamb chops, wors, and steak, served with potato or baked beans salad or chakalaka. Meat is also seasoned with a bunch of local marinades and it is very common to add beer.

Braai broodtjies (basically sandwich toasted on the braai, can be vegetarian ... most common being cheese)

Potjiekos - can be a stew or curry cooked long and slow in a 3-legged pot for HOURS ... so divine.

Mosbolletjies - delicious sweet bread ahhhh with a ton of butter

Beerbread

Samp + beans and mutton curry (can be veg curry) - a fusion of Zulu and Indian culture - cook separately and then add all together in one pot and ahhhh so divine.

Steak with biltong cheese sauce with creamy spinach, butternut and chips.

Burgers with either biltong, mushroom or monkey gland sauce

Peri peri chicken livers or giblets

Malva pudding

Milk tart

Peppermint crisp tart

Tinroof ice cream (not a fave of mine tbh)

Koeksisters

MEALIEBREADDDDDD

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

HRT and the Mental Changes of Arousal AKA How Horny "Feels"

Alright folks we need to have a conversation about how much your libido changes with transition and hormones because that was NOT talked about with the informed consent program I went through, and it honestly should have been. How I feel aroused now is so drastically different than beforehand, in both subtle and obtuse ways, and it is FASCINATING. This post is mainly going to focus on how libido and arousal mentally feel, but I have anecdotal observations on the mechanical changes if there is interest in that. Strap in, this post is gonna be a long one.

I would like to preface that this comes from my own personal experiences as a trans feminine person. If your experiences as a trans person are different, please by all means I would love to hear your input. I have been on HRT for over half a decade, and have had an orchiectomy (in layman's terms I've been fixed), so my adrenal glands do produce a classically female level of testosterone and I no longer need to be on T-blockers. I'm also demisexual, so my experience with sexuality as a baseline is a little different than most.

As someone who works great in communicating via metaphor/simile, I will provide a detailed simile for both testosterone libido, and estrogen libido. I also want to say I prefer estrogen tenfold. I pick it every single day. While I've met other trans people who disagree, my own experiences with testosterone vs. estrogen fueled libidos will fully bias the similes.

Testosterone Libido: The best way I can describe what testosterone fueled libido felt like is once you hit puberty, you have a monkey strapped to your back. Some people's monkeys are better behaved, others more belligerent. Some are more easily "calmed down", while some are more easy to excite. But at the end of the day, it's still a monkey strapped to your back.

What I mean by that is that you are always going to be aware of a goddamn monkey strapped to your back. Sometimes the little guy is silent. Maybe it's having a nap, or it's awake but contented to just quietly "look around". Every now and then it stirs, maybe someone's butt looked nice in a pair of jeans, and you're like "right, monkey..." Honestly I got so fucking annoyed with that monkey just always being there whether I wanted it or not. It's never not there.

But, then the monkey really wants something. I don't know if you've ever seen a monkey really wanting something on video, but they can get pretty demanding really fast. That monkey that's been piggy backing you starts vocalizing in your ear, screeching even. Hitting you. Pulling your hair. I WANT A FUCKING BANANA HUMAN, GIVE IT TO ME. It gets aggressively loud, often times shockingly fast. It will go from napping to throwing a tantrum in less than a minute sometimes. And all you can do is either ride it out and hope to whatever deity you pray to it calms down, or eventually give it what it wants. Hopefully you're home, and you can quickly get one out so to speak. But until then, how on earth are you supposed to be able to get ANYTHING done when there's a monkey screeching away in your ear and slamming on you.

I'm very fortunate to have been raised by a father who taught me how to ignore that monkey. How to respectfully build a resilience to it's tantrums. But, it was always there still. That monkey made me feel so shameful. I hated how often my libido was always a reminder of how aggressive being horny could feel. How blinding it had the potential to get. Often times satisfying it wasn't even pleasurable. It was so often just "oh my god fine would you please just shut the fuck up?" My relationship with my sexuality was often unhealthy as a result of this experience with arousal.

One thing I will give testosterone over estrogen though? That monkey can only get so loud. There is a "cap" for how aroused I could get with my testosterone-fueled libido. I have yet to find the cap for estrogen.

Estrogen Libido: Libido and arousal now, with a body fueled by estrogen and minimal amounts of testosterone is akin to a fine wine. It is wholly and fully intoxicating. What do I mean by that? Well, let's take an evening of drinking a fine wine that you have theoretically unlimited supply of, and you have a somewhat standard constitution.

With a single glass, you can continue to be normal. You may not even notice more than a pleasant mildly "fuzzy" feeling, and your thought patterns being influenced ever so slightly. Hell, you may not even notice those. Most around you wouldn't even guess that you've partaken. Assuming you pace yourself properly, you can "float" in that pleasant not-even-tipsy state for quite some time. That's the thing with estrogen I found. You can float in the various stages all day if you want to. "Ride the wave" as a number of my sex-positive friends have called it. There's no monkey forcing you to drink more. You can just enjoy a pleasant buzz all day (and I often have).

Let's say you have more wine though. I like to call the next stage silly arousal. You've had two glasses, maybe three depending on your tolerance. You start feeling more... unraveled. You can still think, hold a conversation, act more or less normally. But people who are more tuned in can start to tell you've had a drink. You feel friendlier, sometimes that fuzzy feeling has gotten more full bodied, your eyes linger in certain areas when looking at people longer than you'd like to admit. "Have their lips always looked that kissable?" or "Wow their waist looks really nice in that top." But you still feel like a normal person. You wouldn't say you're Horny with a capital "H", just... pleasantly activated. I will fully admit on days where I don't have to fully be a responsible adult I have floated in this stage all day long before. It's a delicious feeling to sit in.

But what if we indulge further? Usually by this point you are drinking with inebriation being a goal, whether that is a fully conscious or unconscious choice. Beforehand the other two stages can be reached over a classic "wine with dinner" situation. Light flirtation, a mildly steamy romance novel, hell maybe even scrolling through here. Now though you've had a bottle of wine, you're properly tipsy. This is where the metaphor of arousal being an inebriant comes into full swing. For me at least, it is a very full bodied feeling (that's a whole other tangent for the mechanical affects of HRT and sex life). Your judgment, thought patterns, and decision making start being heavily influenced by your mental state. Some with more willpower/constitution are still able to get by around others, you're just "acting funny". Others are so obvious when they drink it's like blood in the water for those who know what to look for. This is the stage where if I want to not make poor choices, I stop drinking so to speak. I put my hand over my proverbial glass if someone offers to pour another. I even leave the party if I have to. Why? Because just like alcohol, the jump from this stage to the next is both subtle and pervasive in how fast it hits you.

We are drinking to get drunk now. Just like the threshold between tipsy and drunk, because of how clouded you already were the transition will really sneak up on you. I get TINGLY all over from it, with sensations all over my body becoming electric. You start saying things that you would never say day-to-day. You stop being able to hide how much you've had. Heavily flirting, getting touchy, biting your lip. You can't really think of anything else outside of just how intoxicated you are. If you're someone who is particularly... self-lubricating you're fully making a wet patch in your clothing. You are DRUNK and holy shit is it amazing. Why would anyone want to not want to feel like this? Not want to healthily engage in this every day if they could? Arousal feels so fucking good with estrogen. You feel amazing, you feel confident, and you are willing to make some truly stupid decisions that you may regret because they feel good in that moment. For me at least, I would say this is roughly the area where that testosterone libido monkey can't get much louder. If arousal could be tracked on a bar graph, testosterone capped somewhere around here for me. Estrogen though...

Just like any night of drinking, you can keep going. You can be drunk, and still keep drinking (only difference here is you aren't going to be completely battering your liver doing so). Just like alcohol, this is where I think anecdotal experiences will begin to vary wildly person to person. As such I will talk about what it's like for me. I won't usually reach this stage and beyond it without the help of another person or heavily engaging in smut/pornography. This is a headspace I'm actively trying to push into. Usually by engaging in intentional denial of the act of sex/climax in some form or another while still "drinking".

Pushing beyond "drunk" arousal starts getting irresistibly pervasive, affecting just about EVERYTHING. I feel quite legitimately high off of it at times. Speech pattern gets warped beyond belief, sometimes outright going non-verbal. The slightest touch can be pleasurable. My vision will warp if it gets intense enough (and interestingly warps differently depending on domme space, sub space, or simply "feral" horny). It sometimes even gets so warped I've been known to "Etch-a-Sketch" shake my head in a futile attempt to clear it up. Being neurodivergent, stims start creeping out of the woodwork uncontrollably, I assume because of nervous system overload. My body will fully begin to "betray me" so to speak. Squirming in my seat, drooling to fully obscene degrees, muscles in my abdomen fluttering because even a stray thought caused enough arousal to engage them. If it's allowed to go long enough I will fully begin to growl or whimper passively under my breath, depending on the type of horny.

All of these are just a handful of examples as to just how utterly intoxicating arousal and libido are now with estrogen. The truly startling part of it is I have yet to find the cap to it. I've yet to go fully down that rabbit hole. Part of me is a little scared to if I'm honest. When you get to this stage and onward, your mental state is frighteningly pliable. That level of "inebriation" has fully created new kinks that I'd not had before (or at the very least were buried so deep they weren't something worth digging up). If you or your partner is someone who can reach this level of intoxicated arousal, please please please handle it with care because being ripped out of it is ROUGH on your nervous system. (ie, sub-drop and domme-drop). There are some true horror stories out there for how intense it can be. But if you can engage it safely and healthily, holy shit is it the best. I legitimately prefer it over actual chemical inebriants (although my intox kink would say otherwise).

So, this all being said, I do want to reiterate that these are simply my experiences with how much arousal and libido changed with hormone replacement therapy. Everyone's bodies will react differently, and if you've also experienced a drastic shift with HRT, and it's different to mine I would love to hear. I also have a lot of points I'd love to make on the more physical aspects, from the viscosity of self lubricants, to the fact that I can now orgasm multiple times with no "get sleepy after cumming" endorphin response. If there's interest I'd be happy to get into those.

Thanks for reading!

[bignosebaby]

do you know if all non-human primates are (typically) adverse to (most) eye contact? :) (i think that there are some situations with certain species where eye contact is more common and nuanced, but i might be wrong) i was at the zoo and i wasn't sure whether to look the lemurs in the eyes or not! (i played it safe and avoided eye contact :) thanks for answering all these questions!! i love your blog!

Awesome question, this is one I took straight to lemur keeper Liam of the Calgary Zoo, where they have a lemur enclosure guests can walk through, barrier-free.

Lemurs are not averse to eye contact, and in general respond a lot more to body language. This is why guests in the lemur enclosure are instructed to not bend down, as keepers assume the same position to feed the lemurs.

Eye contact is typically only a threat in species that have hierarchies where an outsider may threaten the group, and while lemurs can have hierarchies they are not as strict as macaques or chimpanzees. Lemurs threaten each other with stances and smells, in a technique known as 'stink fighting'

These ring tails are challenging each other by showing their scent glands off and preparing to pounce. Their threat language is totally different, and as humans don't have scent marking glands we don't run the risk of accidentally stink-threatening them.

Many species of monkeys are also not very reactive to eye contact, but lemurs are the least reactive of the primates. Besides their different social language, lemurs also don't see humans the same way monkeys and apes do. It is hard to quantify exactly, but apes and monkeys appear to understand humans as being similar to them in a way that lemurs do not.

Avoiding eye contact is a good behaviour to practice, but the most important species to avoid eye contact with are macaques, chimpanzees, gorillas, and capuchins. To my knowledge, they are the most likely to be upset.

[identitycrysys]

blink blonk blink

sure yeah whatever

damnit HOT SAUCE i doubt that worked . ummmm DUCK SAUCE. TACO SAUCW.

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MONKEY GLAND SAUCE

[prunelier]

psychiatrist, benzos, weight lifting, floor barre, mediterranean diet, acupuncture, chinese herbal blend prescribed by my doctor to take 3 times a day........ i think i will unfortunately not escape having to try the fucking anti inflammatory diet for a month. and quit cigarettes??? and alcohol??????????????? lord why must i live like a nun to have a chance to enjoy life, maybe, possibly

(since 2022 there is a wild miniature monkey wrecking havoc in my organs & bloodstream & sweat glands and sometimes it goes to sleep but when it's awake no one can catch it to ask it what the fuck is its problem)