#speciesism tw

[all-the-gory-details]

Vampire Whumpee P.2

P1 P3 P4

TW: Burning, captivity, sadistic whumper, nailed to a tree, gagged, restrained, dehumanization

The walk back to the hunters' camp felt like it took days. Whumpee's ankle was on fire, nerves refusing to die as their body tried to heal.

It wouldn't heal, not with the silver still clamping onto their bone. They tried to be thankful that their bones were immune to the burning agony, but it was hard when every step brought tears to their eyes.

They managed to make it to the camp with only a few stumbles, only a few shallow scrapes that were already healing. The sight of the clearing ahead brought a sense of relief.

Finally, no more walking.

The relief fled when they felt a hand in their hair, yanking their head back once more. "How about we get you nice and comfy, leech? Gotta make sure you won't be making any escape attempts when we're all asleep."

Whumpee whimpered, wanting so badly to beg for some form of mercy. But the sound only made the hunter grin, tightening his grip. "I think I have just the thing."

Suddenly, they felt the ropes around their wrists being cut, and their hands immediately went to the gag. If they could get just a few words in, they could make them understand.

The hunter grabbed their wrists tightly. "Oh no you don't," he growled. "I've got plans for these. Oi, someone get me one of those nails."

Whumpee's heart sank. They started pulling against the hunter frantically, trying to get away, away, away-

The hunter spun them around and slammed their back into a nearby tree, forcing all the air out of them. For a few moments, they just floundered, struggling to breathe, to see straight.

Then, they caught sight of a hammer, and the grin worn by its bearer.

Aaaand they were thrashing again.

"I'll hold its hands," said the hunter pushing them against the tree. "Make sure you get in between the bones, don't want it to rip its wrists in two."

Whumpee was sobbing, shaking their head as their hands were pushed up against the wood. The one with the hammer pulled a single nail out of their pocket, a long one with a wide head.

And then the point was resting on their pinned wrists, stacked on top of each other on that cursed tree, and they were crying, shaking, screaming, bleeding-

It went through their wrists easily, like a knife through butter. The tree was tougher. It took a few hits before the nail was deep enough to trap them like a pinned bug.

The hunter who had held them still was grinning as he pulled down lightly on their arm. "There you go, bloodsucker," he murmured, grabbing their chin and forcing their gaze upwards, forcing them to look him in his cruel, delighted eyes.

"Trapped and tamed. Just what monsters like you deserve."

Next part

Thank you to @scoundrelwithboba who requested a second part! Hope you like it!

[anarchogrind]

The death metal band “Cattle Decapitation” has a pretty interesting concept: as the name may suggest, the way they talk about violence towards men is a way of denouncing the abuses animals suffer from the mankind. The frontman Travis Ryan is openly environmentalist and vegetarian. It’s rare to find a popular band that open minded. Their covers are also really cool, as their music. Love it.

[whumpster-dumpster]

hii hope youre doing well! could you do some sci fi whump prompts please? ^^

Sure thing! Since sci-fi has a wide range, the prompts are kind of all over the board:

Spaceship crash

Alien viruses or toxins

Otherwordly parasites

Laser or radiation burns

Prejudice between alien races

Alien interrogation/experimentation

Lost/separated on an unknown planet

Hunted down for collection as a "rare species"

Futuristic biomechanical implants malfunctioning

Telepathic whumper intruding in whumpee's mind

Space sickness (similar symptoms to motion sickness)

Punishment/imprisonment for breaking alien cultural rules

Painkillers/other medicines don't work for whumpee's species

Food poisoning; alien rations unsuitable for whumpee's species

Universal translator breaking; whumpee and other characters struggle to communicate

Alien caretaker(s) trying to treat whumpee's injuries and worsening them instead because they're unfamiliar with their biology

Spaceship systems malfunctioning: losing oxygen, losing heat, increased pressure of gravity, trapped mid-teleporation, etc.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

And this is just a bonus one I thought of but Grace and 24 Capitalism 👁️👁️

Story is also posted on ao3!

(tw capitalism, mentions of colonialism, mentions of racism/speciesism, trauma, mentions of cigarettes/alcohol, addiction, grief, past canonical character death, identity issues, implied dehumanization, hallucinations, unreality)

It's not as if they have a problem with expense. Fuck no, of course not. They can find the cash for their fucking war machines, their stupid goddamn spaceships, their love children born on a planet where they'll never be able to breathe the air. The cash for their guns and explosives, for their dozers rolling over the ground, for pressed suits and cheery propaganda vids and everything single one of the politicians in their pockets.

And oh, they've got the money for her as well, Grace knows all about it, a special set of funds to keep their little labcoat safely in line. The killing ground school, the botany book with a Na'vi face on the cover cause it's all just wildlife, doc, remember that, the cigarettes to keep her strung out and numb, the alcohol when that's not enough.

Never enough, not for them, sure as shit not for her. Her hands shake, she's fiddling, muttering, things slipping through her hands. Focus, Augustine, fucking focus. She's only got so many cigarettes, the 3D printers only work so well (as well as they're supposed to, heh). If Max is hiding them again she's going to fucking--

Cash. Right. Money, profit, power. Expense. They'll make a body, grow it in a tank like a promise, but if shit goes down, a bloody murder on a planet she can barely remember, happening six years and a million lightyears and last week ago--well, they can't take the fucking loss, oh no, they're going to stuff in some random jackass marine, pulled off one conveyor belt and shoved onto another.

Like it's that simple. Like it's all just meat, isn't it, they all are, deep blue company logos hanging heavy over her skin, sinking into her bones until she feels it even when she's physically out of the link. Jake Sully shrugging into his brother's skin and grinning at her, Jake Sully with Quaritch's brand stamped onto his soul, Jake fucking Sully coming out of the Soul Drive upload room with jagged, defiant eyes.

There are some things that cannot be bought, Mo'at says, her hand wrapped around Grace's throat. Not enough to choke, not enough to hurt, just enough to make the point, to prove that tonight, Grace was not worth the suffocation. I had thought you learned this, if nothing else.

In a way, the rejection had been a relief. No need to try and twist everything into a knot trying to justify the application into a knot, no excuse to get shot in the head months down the line for trying to grow a rogue body on company resources. None of Sylwanin's DNA, so no watching her grow in the tank that would be Sully's, no waiting to see whatever would be left if you hooked an empty Avatar into the Tree of Souls, if you'd get something like a return or nothing, nothing, nothing...

No breath. No life. No meat, or at least not enough of it to go around, not enough bodies to go around. Just cold, hard cash and an ache in the pit of her stomach as she scratches meaninglessly, thoughtlessly, because where the hell are her cigarettes. Where the hell are her--

A hand on her shoulder and she yelps, something undoubtedly expensive slipping through her fingers and clattering to the floor.

"Jesus, Marine," she snaps, because it's Sully, of course it's Sully, standing there with a stupid look on his face and hair slipping out of his braid. Grace shoves him off with a huff. "Personal space, remember?"

She turns back to her work, eyes narrowed. A stack of bundles...shells? Grace frowns. When had she been collecting shells?

"I don't suppose you know what happened to my cigarettes," she mutters, glancing up at Sully. He's still standing there, stiller than she's ever seen him, wearing an expression she can't quite read.

"Marine?" Grace waves her hand in front of his face, but he doesn't respond. "You read me?"

He opens his mouth, but before he can say anything there's another voice, young, feminine. "Kiri?"

Grace turns her head, frowning. There's a Reef Na'vi girl walking towards them, wearing Metkayina garb–Metkayina? When had the Metkayina been visiting the Omatikaya?

"Kiri?" the girl asks, looking worried--looking at Grace. She takes a step forward and Grace automatically takes a step back, feeling something skid under her foot (sand, not soil, where's the soil, where's the ground) and she falls with a curse, Sully yelping as he lunges to catch her.

"Easy," he says, but his hands are shaking. "Easy. Fuck. Okay." She can feel his pulse pounding, she can feel his panic gathering, she can feel the world moving and shuddering around her, she can feel everything, and she knows that--she knows--

"Reya, go get my mom and dad," Sully says, his voice taut, and there's the slap of feet against sand as the Metkayina girl runs. The slap of feet, and the thudding of waves, the howling of wind in the trees. Blood grubbing as Sylwanin heaves for air, as Tom Sully chokes out, as Neteyam--

--Neteyam--

Not enough bodies to go around. Not enough bodies, too expensive to look back, too much.

"Kiri." Sully's got his hands on her face, cool against her skin. Five fingers, strong and callused, resting lightly around the corners of her eyes. "You gotta breathe, Kir."

She can't. She's choking, she's choking on her first cigarette, she's choking on her own blood, she's choking on every lie she's ever swallowed with eyes sewn shut. She's choking on Sully's hand wrapped around her throat like a bad dream, like a memory.

"I've got you," he whispers, pulling her close. "You're not leaving us, Kir."

Kir. Kiri. Little atokirina. Little miracle, little secret, little liar, little ghost…

Over his shoulder she can see Tom Sully and Sylwanin (only it's not them, she knows this, she knows this just enough to wish she didn't) running her way. They're shadows, running, looking for the blood stolen from their veins; they're shadows, running, come to make sure she pays every single of her debts.

[mayaswiterblog]

Ghost - Poetry

Originally posted on Wattpad, 6 June 2021.

A person who's not here alive People see it yet no sense of feel Someone standing behind us high Yet of this world, it's not real A sinister Connection Beyond our comprehension Reaching out to me kindly Yet fail to touch me badly Instead, fazing the mind That's what it is It must cease A living memory of mine

[kit-williams]

Sighs

tw: pred/prey? institutional speciesism, smut, period stuff

RT OC: Pearl the Pelager (7'6 elementary school teacher turned mercenary; Won a sniper battle with a hunting rifle; Muscle mommy)

SOOOO This kinda got out of hand...

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog @remembrancer-of-heresy

She didn't know if it was dumb luck or the Emperor's divine will for the number of Angels of Death that the Rogue Trader kept finding. But it always made the crusade that this adventure was turning into... given that she was certain that there was a living saint on board... and the number of Terran's that had shown up. Pearl just sighs as it feels like that the only thing keeping her on the main ship is purely the fact that she is part of the Rogue Trader's personal retinue. And even then with the Astartes on board she's been relegated to being "around" at least they recognized that she was an abhuman and not a xeno.

She closes her eyes and sinks into the salt water as the overly indulgent aquarium was some place she was allowed to get her skin wet and just oh the way her gills flared just felt good. Her third eyelid covers her eye as she feels like she's being watched seeing one of the Lord Angels watching her. Her tail tenses as she was just on the bottom of the aquarium letting the cleaner fish do their job... she was hidden away and he had found the right spot to see her.

Pelagers were uncommon... only really found in a cluster of ocean worlds not that many light years from Terra and practically the only type of human you find on fully aquatic worlds, aside from the... merciful planetary governors. She wants to stick her tongue out or swim over and tease the prying Space Marine... the Rogue Trader assured her that they knew that she was an abhuman... now if that meant anything wasn't sure and she wasn't going to tease someone watching her. She was just a barely legal mutant she just looked back at the black eyes watching her.... her tail moves as she just lazily swims to the top of the tank ignoring the way those pitch black eyes watch her.

Ah no wonder she's feeling so self defeating Pearl realizes that it was her cycle... well a few days with some sweets and off her feet. She pulls a loose tooth free feeling the new one already grow in, it slips from her fingers as she goes to put it in her pocket smelling something strange down one of the corridors. Her highly sensitive nose works better in the water but out of the water it was still better than a normal humans. As Pearl turns the corner she doesn't see behind her how someone picks up her dropped tooth before slowly stalking after her.

It took a little bit of wandering the corridors to find the small red smear on the wall. It smelt like blood... but not normal... She looks around and being satisfied with being alone she runs her wide tongue on the wall. It tasted off yet familiar... coagulated already but it wasn't any xenos blood... she turned her head following the scent and licking the spots on the walls as she tries to figure out what it is before... Astartes blood. She's tasted it before when sparring with one of the other prior angels. She crouches and tries to move as silently as she can slowly backing up as she will not be lured into another trap like this again! She is not a monster!

She turns to leave the way she came but those black eyes.... there was one behind her and one to her left. There was one missing but she pushes to the right before barreling down to the left. Bull pelagers could get to the size of small ogryns... sometimes Pearl had heard the apt description of water ogryn for Pelagers. She rushed down the Astartes letting out a deep chested growl as she snapped at the air where his head was as he moved out of the way but her feint worked as she scrambled down the hallway that he was trying to keep her out of. Pearl wasn't going to die like some Xeno or Mutant! She wasn't going to die alone in some part of the ship left to rot! NOT AGAIN!

Fear and instinct guided her as they were able to continue to corral her... they wouldn't fall for her bull charges. She slides looking at the fucking dead end in front of her... oh oh by the God Emperor not like this! She looks up in a panic at the vent that would be a tight fit but she wasn't going to die! The first jump she pulled the cover off throwing the ruined metal behind her as her heart was pounding wildly in her chest.

She used the wall to help her but it was too small to push in... Please God Emperor please... Pearl prayed as like some animal she tried to push herself into the vent as her boots couldn't grip the wall as her tail makes a whooshing noise behind her trying to help her, "Please Emperor please..." Her nails try to dig in as she can see them beneath her, "I'm not a monster..." Pearl whimpers trying so hard before her grip fails her.

Her tail slaps skin in her desperate struggles to get free after being caught. She bites in a panic as she feels one of them bite at her. She doesn't understand their words as they finally speak to her, her gills flaring as she tries to get more air into her body. One of her teeth get stuck into the skin of the one she bit, her dorsal is grabbed and pulled back as it takes one of them with considerable effort to keep the large female subdued. Pearl's heart jumps to her throat as she watches him pull her tooth out of his arm and she tries to babble her apology but its hard as his tongue is in her mouth lapping up the blood from the now vacant tooth cavity.

Her shorts get ripped as she moans feeling a tongue push into her bloody folds. Their gothic is a little dated but... it might be her... but she is certain one of them is calling her a good shark or was it good girl? Her tail slaps into the leg of the one holding her tightly and he just bites the area between her neck and shoulder. "Stay," The one holding Pearl tightly says before pushing the brother between her legs away and taking licks for herself. The fear subsiding leaves Pearl open to being hit by the arousal and her body realizing that she needs to orgasm again. She grips the white hair and can't stop herself from riding his tongue as she whines into that completion. Pearl is thankful that they keep their bites away from her nipples and her gills but she is almost overstimulated from the way their hands move over her. Petting her tail and her dorsal fin.... running their fingers so close to her gill openings on her chest and neck...

Her tongue lapping at their bleeding palms as they whispered to each other before Pearl whines as she is picked up and the they nuzzle her affectionately she thinks. But that was a distraction as Pearl doesn't remember passing out but she looks up at them when she wakes up having an idea of where on the ship that she is feeling once more pets on her dorsal fin and tail... and she can taste blood in her mouth and she's missing two more teeth. Pearl swallows softly at all the eyes on her suddenly and Pearl has a feeling... just a small feeling that she'll be doing unusual service for the Emperor for the next little bit... but if their gentle praises are included... Pearl will enjoy getting spoiled.

Another Astartes chapter to add to the “your on your period? Well get on your back and let him have a taste” club alongside the Blood Angels and Nights Lords are the Carcharodons. I’ve been reading the book The Red Tithe recently and it mentions that when a Carcharodon astartes catches the scent of blood it tends to throw them in a frenzy, causing them to succumb to a frenzied ‘blindness’ as they revel in it, a flaw of their geneseed.

Yesssss! Though I fear for our survival if an already somewhat apathetic space shark went full bloodlust feral XD

[jjjuuh-writes]

Ao3 fanfictions

Here is a gathered list of all fanfictions with links and warnings:

No Way Out TW! Child abuse, starvation, neglect, medical procedures, violense Reader x everyone(?) - Reader falls into the world of Underfell as a child and grows up with the two brothers until a sudden force drags them into a new alternate universe.

Puppy Love TW! Kidnapping, noncon, violence, broken bones, amputation, force feeding, yandere, dehumanization Reader x Yandere!Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Reader is kidnapped by Yandere!Coffee.

Inside The Batcave TW! Anal, smut, knotting Undertale Papyrus x Underfell Papyrus (EdgePuff) - Papyrus and Edge have a movie night.

Family Day TW! Speciesism, mpreg, mafia, difficulties with pregnancy, threatening, homophobia Mafiafell Papyrus x Horrortale Papyrus - The family of three spend the day together, enjoying their time despite some unfortunate events.

The Help TW! FDIA, non-consensual drug use, medical treatments, needles, puking Underswap Papyrus x Reader - Stretch needs to feel needed.

Conversion Therapy TW! Homophobia, dubcon, smut, blowjob Underfell Papyrus x Swapfell Papyrus - Father Money fucks Edge straight.

I will edit this as I go, but this is what I have atm :3

(lots of papyly oneshots)

[astraymetronome]

the idea of raccoon!Tommy taking a tiny and dunking the in water to wash them before nomming them is SO cute <33 I love it

Yeah! I love laundry bears! They're adorable and honestly shouldn't be seen as gross, at least in my opinion. I think it would be cute if a pred had a tell before they plan to nom someone. Even if it's just subconscious or something!

Tommy would probably do it all the time and, in my example I'ma use Tubbo, the tiny would be able to calm themselves or be like 'oh, okay-' basically it's a way to communicate without actual words- But I'm not gonna do that.

This is the fic I teased in the other ask-

ANGST FOR EVERYONE!

Anyhoo- here's this tiny treat of The Prime Duo ^^

It used to be a tiny treat. Instead it's a full course meal-

TW: Vore, Thoughts of Fatal Vore, Speciesism, instincts, and angst.

Tommy was quietly humming to himself as he went about working on an assignment for school. The 15 year old was frustrating himself over the fact this stupid essay was over something so simple and logical. The teen had chosen to take an agriculture class to learn more about farming so that he could understand Techno's love for it a little more.

The smell of dirt and grime had always been an immediate no for him but the fact he was being told to write an essay on the importance of washing fuckin' vegetables was getting on his nerves. Of course, you wash your veggies! You should wash everything you eat regardless of the type!

He didn't do it because of what people assumed, his classmates would tease him over dipping fuckin' chicken nuggets in water. Yeah, it made it soggy but he learned a lot about it when he did that. If it absorbs a lot and becomes super mushy, then it probably has been sitting out for at least two hours. If it doesn't absorb much then that tells him it's a perfect thing to eat! Plus it won't feel weird on his tongue or anything.

He had a secret feeling this essay was his teacher's way to show their distant for raccoons considering they'd done a lesson on farm pests and chose to focus on his kind. Yeah, raccoons do tend to go after sweet corn and cherries, both of which aren't viable in their area!

He found himself chitting to himself, flexing his hands in anger. Phil always doted over his little hand movements, calling them his grabby hands of anger, but all it was was his instincts wanting him to find something to burrow with and hide until he calmed down.

Tommy closed his laptop, cursing quietly before he proceeded to step out of his room and start heading downstairs. His tail swished in annoyance before a small sound reached his ears. They perked up as he turned to face it, seeing a familiar face sitting on the kitchen counter. He smiled at the sight of the borrower, happy to see someone he liked right now. He hid his hands, knowing he'd not be able to keep from picking them up if he tired.

"Dream, did dad leave out some Cheerios again?" He questioned, smiling as green eyes darted up to him. Dream was a borrower that had been living with them since Tommy was a little kid. The two of them knew each other well and often got into plenty of antics. Though, Tommy hasn't had a lot of time for him as of late.

"Yea- 'he o'd ma' did," The small man said, his mouth full of the sweet cereal. The teen rolled his eyes, knowing for a fact Dream had probably requested to have some set out considering the borrower's sweet tooth. He swallowed before continuing. "Said he has to work the closing shift." Tommy nodded as he listened. He held back a whine, having wanted his dad to curl up with him in the man's nest. It wasn't as good as his burrow but Tommy knew his dad couldn't fit inside it due to his wings so Phil's nest was the next best thing.

"That makes sense, the hospital tends to be busier in the winter."

"That's very true, can't let everyone die." Dream said earnestly. It was enough to confuse Tommy out of his bit of frustration, the teen's laugh filling the room as he giggled.

"I'm sure Momma won't be too mad about the few he takes back." He said with a gentle sigh. Tommy's tail swishing behind him as he happily let a chitter build in his throat.

He was smiling as he proceeded to place his head on the counter, ignoring how the cold marble felt against his chin. He was near Dream, watching as the borrower munched on the cereal. It took a moment before Dream pushed three of the wheat based rings towards him. Tommy let his nose twitch, sniffing them before he proceeded to quietly stick his tongue out.

He let them stick to his tongue before pulling it back into his mouth, quietly chewing them before he gave an eye roll. "You don't need to share it with me." He said fondly, not noticing the slight discomfort on Dream's face at his action.

"You're clearly in a bad mood Toms." The borrower said, the man's mouse-like tail swishing and wrapping around Tommy's finger on top of the slight discomfort in his voice. "Come on kid, you can talk to me. If we need to curl up in your burrow we can." Dream said calmly, quickly hiding the sound of his nerves. The teen found himself scooping him up in a second. He made sure to hold the man carefully, a purr leaving his throat as he walked towards the stairs and back up to his room.

"Someone's an eager beaver." Dream said with a chuckle, laying against Tommy's thumb as he was carefully brought upstairs. He took a few moments to get up to Tommy's room before they both were sitting in front of his borrow. Tommy's bed was around 2 and a half feet above the ground, the space under it being packed full of blankets and pillows.

He held the borrower by his shirt, using his teeth, as he carefully crawled his way into the plush space. His tail wished as he gave a purr and quietly curled into the space. The moment Tommy was on his back he let go of Dream and gently held the blonde borrower to his chest.

Tommy nuzzled at the man with a soft purr, immediately relaxing a little bit as he held his friend before he moved to just let him lay on his neck. Tommy would probably be more controlling over where he lets Dream lay if he was deeper into his instincts but it was mostly surface level. He felt the borrower move, resting just under his Adams apple as the small man spoke.

"So what's got your fur ruffled?" He asked calmly, no blame or accusing in his tone. Tommy liked being around Dream, the borrower never treated him like an animal or like a baby. His tail swished as they sat in the warmth of his burrow.

"It's my stupid teacher, I'm pretty sure he's being a dick about the fact I'm a raccoon hybrid." Tommy mumbled as he proceeded to quietly lay on his back. He had one hand on his collar bone, feeling Dream's tail wrap around his pinkie finger before he continued. "He keeps making these sly comments about vermin. I understand that, because it's an agriculture class, but it's directed at me. Even Purpled feels like it's insinuating he doesn't like me."

Tommy was a little angry but the tapping on his chin was enough to get him out of it. He leaned his head to the side, letting Dream crawl up his jaw and onto his cheek. The borrower sat before speaking. "Tommy, if it's something you're genuinely getting upset about you should tell your dad or Techno."

Tommy held back the urge to shake his head, instead just humming as he spoke up. "I can't. It's childish to get my dad involved, and if I tell Techno it'll cause some unnecessary drama since Mr. Squid and him are friends." He mumbled a bit before bringing a hand up to hold Dream against his face, nuzzling him for a moment before his nose was tapped.

Tommy pulled away as the little voice spoke. "Well, how about I go with you tomorrow? I'll be able to tell you if it's actually targeting comments or not." He let his blue eyes drift over to the small form in his hands, looking unsure before Dream continued. "If not it's fine, but if you don't choose who to tell I'll tell Techno myself."

Tommy gave a loud groan at the comment, immediately tucking the borrower against his chest, feeling the small thing laugh, able to hear the quiet chuckle that escaped him.

"Fine, you can come with me tomorrow, but you're staying hidden in my hoodie all day." He said quickly. Tommy was well aware his family was considered oddballs. It wasn't like anyone knew they had a friendly relationship with borrowers but most of his peers thought his family was strange due to the immense amount of hybrids types.

Dream had curled back under his Adam's apple, the flicking of his tail almost ticking the giant teen as the small man spoke. "Deal. Now get a bit of a nap. I'm sure Techno will know where to find you for dinner." The blonde borrower said calmly, gently tapping Tommy's chin before they both settled down for a bit.

Tomorrow will be fine, right?..

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Tommy could feel himself sweating and he had the insight to know Dream was in the same boat of panic. He had the borrower hidden in his hoodie pocket with his phone and the raccoon couldn't help but be nervous that Phil would notice something was wrong. They'd never let him take a borrower to school if they knew about this and he'd probably get in trouble when he got home if they found out about the fact he brought Dream with him.

The teen grabbed a slice of toast from the table, taking a bite to show he planned to eat it before he slipped his school bag back over his shoulders. He plans to let Dream have as much of it as he wants after they were at least a block or so from the house. He called out a goodbye to Phil, knowing Techno was already on campus.

Tommy relaxed as they got far enough away before he took another bite of the buttered toast and then sat down in the little backway he took to get to school. He placed his hand in his pocket, carefully letting his palm lay flat until he felt small hands grab his fingers and a weight settle on his palm.

"Finally! I forgot how stuffy and loud pockets could be!" The blonde said quickly. It broke a laugh for the teenager, smiling at the release of tension Dream brought with the little comment. He settled the borrower onto his thigh before holding out a bit of the slice of toast. The tiny man eagerly snatched a piece of it, eating at it like a starving animal. Tommy found himself rolling his eyes as he spoke.

"You're not that desperate for food."

"So what! You guys haven't had toast in a while and I love it!"

Tommy groaned before he leaned back, still watching the borrower as he spoke. "Today is gonna take forever-"

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The day had been going well so far, at least as far as Dream could tell. Tommy had been talking with all his friends and they didn't get caught in Techno's class either! It was a great day! The borrower had to admit he snuck a few peaks from he sides of his hiding place, knowing full well that he risked being seen or worse, grabbed. Regardless, he wanted to help Tommy in any way he could considering he's watched the kid grow up.

He could sense the kid's nerves as the last class of his day began to grow closer. He recognized that Tommy was very uncomfortable, the teen fidgeting on top of everything he could hear. The borrower was used to picking up noises humans couldn't considering he was so much smaller which meant quiet noises often seemed a lot bigger and more imposing for him. He could hear the raccoon's heartbeat, able to recognize the distant and uncomfortable sound. He could also make out Tommy's stomach, he was very used to the sounds but he could tell the difference between hunger and discomfort.

Being this close to a human, let alone a hybrid human, would make a normal borrower scream and panic even being caught inside something a human was holding, let alone in one's hand. He was used to being near them at this point, Tommy loved to carry him around all the time when he was a tot and Dream was only 8. Now the two of them were 15 and 20 years old, and the bond of being pseudo-brothers had turned real after a while.

He was used to human touch and it wasn't something he wanted to give up, the Crafts were his family and he had no reason to think of them otherwise. None of them saw him as a meal or some toy to throw away. He offered to help Tommy figure out what his teacher was doing because, despite the assumptions, Dream was actually very good at understanding emotions and words but, right now, he couldn't understand anything.

The entire classroom was full of sounds, speaking, squeaking, and thudding. Tommy had his hand around him, thumb rubbing his back as the teen seemed to be laying his head down on his desk, using his free arm to cradle his head. Dream was happy with having a comfortable touch with how loud everything was, he burrowed his head into the teen's palm, carefully trying to hide before everything went quiet.

Tommy removed his hand from his pocket and he listened to the kid's panicked heartbeat pick up before he went ahead and tapped the boy's abdomen through the fabrics to try to remind him he wasn't alone. He listened as the boy sighed and the class started up.

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"Alright, class! Don't forget that your essays are due tomorrow. Don't forget that if you add things from this lecture to it, I will give out extra points." Mr. Squid said simply before he went ahead and began a lecture on pesticides. It was pretty boring if Tommy was honest, unable to focus on anything considering that he'd learned about this from late-night lessons with Techno. When he couldn't sleep, he'd find himself in his big brother's room, listening to him plan lessons or ramble on about something he was currently hyperfictioning on.

Tommy has listened to his brother talk about natural and chemical-based pesticides for hours and never once did the man make him feel as though he deserved to be on the other side of these kinds of things. He knew full well his brother never used chemical pesticides unless absolutely necessary and, when he did, he would always inform those in the house. He knows the reason Techno talks about it is because Tommy had a bad habit of snagging plants from the vegetable garden before they were finished growing when he was in middle school.

The teen had noticed a small section added the next year that his big brother took care of but always made sure he never used things on it without informing Tommy first, he'd 99% sure it was added just for him but... He hasn't really messed with it as of late.

Well... not since this school year started.

Tommy used to giggle like a menace when he was caught pulling a carrot from the garden, and Techno would call him a little vermin! It hadn't ever been in a way that made him feel bad, but after he started classes with Mr. Squid, he hadn't been able to handle being called anything similar to a pest. His eyes drifted from his paper, and he saw that his teacher was scribbling down key points for the lesson.

The teen turned his attention to the small weight in his hoodie pocket, carefully placing his non-dominate hand into the fabric tube before he rubbed at Dream's back, able to feel as the tiny purred and nuzzled closer to his touch. He let his free hand start to take his notes, enveloping himself in the pattern of glancing up and down, up and down, until a hand on his shoulder grabbed him out of it.

"Mr. Innit-Craft, I've called your name 5 times now. You need to pay more attention." Mr. Squid said sternly. His touch wasn't hurting or anything but Tommy really didn't like being touched by people, it was a part of his raccoon instincts, not enjoying contact with people outside his nursery. His blue eyes drifted towards the man's face, swallowing nervously before his teacher continued. "Regardless, can you tell me what pesticides do when consumed since you seem more interested in your drawings than my lesson?"

Tommy lifted his gaze, back to the board seeing a collection of questions that hadn't been there just five minutes ago. He gave a nod before speaking up.

"Well, if people were to eat too much of it, it will-"

"No, Mr. Innit-Craft, what happens to a critter that eats it."

Tommy felt his heart sink for a moment, taking note of how Dream had gone still in his pocket before he opened his mouth. The teen was at a lost for words before he gave a small smile. "Well..." He started, his words lowering to a whisper as his tail curled into his lap, hiding the pocket of his hoodie and, in turn, the borrower inside.

"I'm not running a seminar, Thomas. Speak up for the class to hear." The man said as he stood up straight and began to walk to the front of the room. "I better be able to hear you this time."

Tommy could feel his heart pounding in his ears as he got to his feet. His eyes drifted over his peers, taking in the sight of normal humans and a wide range of animal hybrids. Not a single other 'scavenger' type animal among the groups in the room. The raccoon hybrid took a deep breath, his ears flicking to each little sound in the room.

"Like with people, if an animal were to eat too much of the contaminated crops they'd probably-"

"Give us an example."

"W-what?.." Tommy found himself saying.

"An example. Like rats, possums, or even... raccoons." Mr. Squid said causing Tommy to freeze up. He looked down at his feet before he spoke up again, able to feel the concerned taps against his fingers by the borrower still tucked away in his pocket. His heartbeat was filling his ears and he couldn't help the shaking of his voice as he spoke, not really paying attention to his words as he droned them out.

"If a raccoon were to eat contaminated crops... depending on how much they've eaten they'd suffer from mild sickness, chronic poisoning, nervous system collapse, liver and kidney failure, or even death." The teen said simply before he looked up and made eye contact with his teacher. There was this sick sense of joy in the man's eyes, enough that Tommy knew he really was trying to make Tommy feel bad. His ears began to flatten back at the soft snickers of his classmates before he began to shove things into his bag.

Tommy couldn't stomach another second in the classroom...

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Dream felt his stomach sink when Tommy rushed from the classroom. He could hear the teen's erratic heart rate and his panicked breathing, knowing all Tommy would want to do right now would be shifting his body into the shape of a raccoon and hiding in the closest thing to a burrow. He didn't expect Tommy to duck into a side room. Tommy was quiet other than the panicking breaths and the soft hiccups he could pick up,

The borrower took this as a sign they were alone as he peered his head out of the hoodie pocket, looking up to see Tommy's face. The boy's face was red, a mix of anger, sadness, and fear dressing his expression. He blinked a little as a tear fell on the top of his head, causing Dream to take his eyes off the sheen appearance of his little brother's face. He shook his head, trying to ignore the feeling of liquid dripping down the back of his neck.

"Tommy?... Maybe we should go to Techno's classroom." He said calmly, glancing around to see that they were tucked into a corner in a bathroom. He yelped as a hand scooped him up by the front, laying on his belly as he was draped over the interdigital part of Tommy's palm. He didn't expect to be held like this since, normally, the teen was very careful with how he handled him.

The boy's hold was firm but still soft enough to not cause him any pain as he glanced up, squirming to get a better look at the raccoon teenager. He pushed his hands against the pads on his hands, able to feel the soft yet textured sensation of Tommy's paw pads as he was quickly lifted. His eyes drifted from the boy's face, now watching the mirror they were standing in front of. The sound of rushing water grabbed his attention as he looked down.

"Tommy? What's going on, talk to me, kid!" He said quickly, not understanding why his little brother wasn't saying anything or doing much of anything he could think about. He looked up, taking in the glazed-over look in the raccoon's eyes on top of how narrow his pupils seemed to be.

He'd seen this before, most of the time whenever Tommy was curled up in his burrow or Phil's nest after a really bad day. 'Okay, Tommy's just really freaked out. Everything will be fine, I just need to get him to Techno or find a way to convince him to call-' Dream's thought process was quickly interrupted by the fact his head was drenched in water. He went to take a breath in his panic, only to suddenly take liquid into his lungs instead of water. Panic flooded him just as much as the cold fluid drenched his clothes. It felt like an hour of being submerged before the hissing of the faucet stopped and he coughed harshly, forcing water up and out of his lungs as his chest burned.

Dream greedily gulped air down, panicking now that he looked like a soaked rat, and looked toward his little brother before he froze. Tommy's gaze was still glazed over but it had a hint of valuation behind it. He didn't understand the way he was being looked at, but his instincts were screaming that something was really, really wrong. He needed to get Tommy to put him down, or he needed a way to get into contact with Technoblade.

"Tommy!" He called out before shaking as he shivered, of course, the cold was already getting to him. "Tommy?" He continued as he was lifted upwards, faster than he'd like to experience at his small size. His eyes widened as he took in the look on the teen's face. It was closer than he had been of his own fruition. His instincts screamed in fear as he squirmed and tried to dig his fingernails into the teen's palms, not managing to do much of anything as his lips parted in front of him.

Dream's heart fell into his stomach as he watched the boy's mouth open, seeing deep reds and pinks that decorated each muscle inside. He couldn't do anything, being forced to stare into the chasm as warm breath washed over his face. The moisture he could feel inside each exhale didn't need explaining since the sheen that covered everything made it rather clear why. He could see the light scaring in the very back, able to recognize where his tonsils used to be. "Tommy!" He yelled, unable to use his hands to brace himself due to the fact his hands were pinned.

He was shaking as his body was forced closer and began to enter the kid's mouth, he couldn't believe Tommy would do something like this! He's always been such a sweet kid who didn't mind the fears borrowers held, he understood that they had natural fears and never even considered pushing those boundaries, and yet here he was, his upper body sprawled across the teen's tongue as his legs kicked in fear. He could hear his heart in his ears and his breathing seemed to echo across the space as he squirmed before his hand slipped across one of Tommy's teeth. He didn't hesitate to yelp as pain shot through his palm, his hand suddenly feeling more wet despite the saliva and water that was soaking him.

The hum that sounded out around him as the nosy muscle pressed into his wound, now frightened him more than anything else was at the moment. He looked over his shoulder, taking a shuttering breath as he took in the sight of white, clean teeth, strong enough to break him in two if Tommy so desired. He felt dread, anger, and sadness all at the same time as he was pushed and prodded.

"Tommy! Let me out! Please, Toms, stop this!" He yelled out as the tongue pressed him up and against the roof, a loud gulp sounding out as saliva was pulled down the throat. The sight caused him to freeze, watching the liquid go down told him he wouldn't be getting out of this. He yelled, trying to push the roof of his mouth to have an attempt at keeping himself from being swallowed, but it didn't work. An eager push made him lose his hold before an ill-timed movement caused his head to dangle over the end of his tongue. Dream was no longer on his stomach, the borrower had managed to get to his back as he took in shuttering frightened breaths that turned into screams as the throat pulled him inside. The gulp brought him into a slick space, no longer able to get any form of grip before a second one pushed him down further, the movement not stopping as he slipped away.

His eyes were tightly closed as the sound of a heartbeat began to fill his ears, getting louder and louder as he sobbed out of fear and anguish. He never imagined he'd be dying inside his little brother's stomach. The soft wooshing of lungs had joined the fray but the heart had died down, softer than before but still present as his hand touched something thicker and seemed to block him off, only to have it yawn open, depositing him into a resting chamber.

The walls around him were uncomfortable, shifting curiously to try and feel him. Dream was quick to try and get to his feet, his head hitting the top of the stomach and causing him to slip back onto his back. He was scared to he in here, glancing around with hesitancy before he ended up noticing that he was sitting in a pool of liquid. The sensation on his skin wasn't one of burning, but he swore that it was! There was no other option other than that he was sitting in a pool of stomach acids.

The borrower found himself curled up against the wall that gave him the most amount of leniency. He covered his ears, not wanting to listen to the sounds around him. The thudding of a heart, the wooshing of lungs, but... most currently, the sound of gurgles and groaning that seemed to surround him but it was mostly coming from his right. He didn't want to die... let alone in the stomach of someone he saw as a brother.

He wasn't even thinking about the fact Tommy had eaten only an hour or two ago, yet nothing else was in here.

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Techno was pretty used to his own silence. He enjoyed it when his students were in the classroom and learning but his free period was the best. He could read through the mix of essays and assignments without disruption or anything similar and focus on his own priorities without students bothering him every 5 minutes. He was in the middle of reading through a pretty good essay on, The God of That Summer when his eyes noticed a person standing in his doorway.

The man sighed as he pulled his glasses off and placed them down on his desk, finally turning to face the person as he spoke. "Can I help-" He started before pausing as he took in the sight of his little brother. Tommy's eyes were red and swollen, tear tracks still gracing his face as the teen made his way towards him. Techno got to his feet as Tommy approached before the man met him halfway. He could barely see the blue of the raccoon's eyes, telling him enough he understood what he needed to do. The piglin scooped his runt up, gently holding Tommy close as he closed the door to his classroom with his foot and quietly made his way back to his desk.

The piglin didn't take his hand off Tommy's back, gently rubbing between his shoulders as he carefully held him. "Hey Toms... You're pretty out of it kiddo." He found himself whispering. He would have assumed this was just an instinct rush if Tommy was purring, but the kit was doing none of the sort. The teen was trembling, his tail wrapped around his abdomen and his hands tight enveloping his shirt. His eyes drifted to the backpack by the door to his room, and he leaned back at his desk as he let his mind wonder to where his little brother was supposed to be.

He sighed as he pushed it aside, for now, he'll talk to Simmon later, Tommy was his priority.

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Tommy blinked his eyes open and found himself curled up in the living room. His head was against something warm, and he heard the beating of a heart and soft, gruff purring that he recognized as belonging to his older brother. The teen felt his face flush red as he quickly moved to sit up, swinging his head up before a faint squeal left the person he was sitting on as his head hit something.

The teen looked forward, blinking as he took in the sight of Techno's head leaning back, the man's chin already turning a shade of red from where he'd head-butted him. "Shit- Sorry!" Tommy said quickly as he reached up to feel his brother's face, carefully nuzzling the piglin's chin to try and negate the hit despite knowing there was no real point in doing that.

Techno quickly pushed him away, "Stop it, I do not need your little kisses, Tommy." The man said simply, a fond laugh dancing on his voice.

"THEY-" Tommy started to raise his voice before he shoved it back down and cleared his throat, embarrassment spreading across his face. "They're not little kisses..." He grumbled. He didn't like it when they called his instincts cute little names like that but the stupid thing had stuck since he was a toddler.

The pink-haired man simply laughed for a moment before he calmed himself, cleared his throat, and spoke up: his face and voice seeming more serious.

"Tommy... Why did you run out of Squids' class?" The man asked simply.

The raccoon hybrid felt his ears lay back, looking up at him hesitantly before he fidgeted and gently picked at his hands. "Oh... um..." Tommy whispered, looking unsure as he glanced over his shoulder and placed his hands in his hoodie pocket.

The lack of a small form in the fabric sleeve made panic swell in his chest. Dream should still be in his pocket unless the blonde snuck out after they got home and that made no sense. The borrower would have immediately told Techno what happened and stayed to make sure everything was fine before he'd even consider running off to hide in the safety of the walls.

Tommy gave a nervous swallow before he glanced up and opened his mouth, "Mr. Squid... I don't think he likes me very much." He said calmly. There was no way he was going to get around this.

"Simmons not liking you is not gonna cause you to come to my classroom in the middle of a Panic-induced instinct attack, Tommy. What really happened?" The man said plainly, without any judgment or anger in his voice. Techno wasn't blaming Tommy despite how it sounded, he was just trying to make sure Tommy was honest and told him what he needed to know.

A whine left the raccoon-hybrid before he glanced over his shoulder and spoke up, not wanting to look his big brother in the eyes as he spoke. "He keeps singling me out... He makes me answer all the questions on pests and vermin..." Tommy mumbled as he let his gaze drift down to his lap, his hands having began to fidget at the ends of Techno's braid. "He made me tell the class about the side effects pesticides and poisons have on animals, specifically... raccoons."

Tommy kept quiet after he finished his sentence, his eyes not leaving his hands as he carefully messed with the end of the piglin's braid, he'd redo it if he had any gold beads or clamps to add to the intertwined hair but he didn't so there wasn't much of a point. It took a moment before his brother's big and callused hands gently cupped around his little ones, rubbing the back of the dorsal side of his hands.

"Shit, Toms... Why didn't you say something sooner?" The history teacher questioned as he leaned forward, placing their foreheads together as he gave a soft chuff. Tommy relaxed at the familiar position and sound, his mind able to relax at the piglin's sign of affection and care.

"I thought I was overreacting."

Technoblade sighed in response to that. "Either way, I could have talked to him and helped clear up the misunderstanding."

"I know..." He said softly before a soft movement in his abdomen caught him off guard. Tommy managed to not make a noise at the sensation, able to recognize the familiar weight of something sitting in his storage. He didn't fully understand it, he didn't remember eating anything, especially an asshole borrower or some kind of mouse, but he could worry about that later.

"Now," Shit... he missed everything Techno was saying. "You head upstairs and curl in your burrow till Dad gets home. I know for a fact he's gonna want you in the nest tonight." The piglin said simply as he picked the raccoon up and carefully placed the teen onto the floor. Tommy glared, trying to play off his lack of listening as his big brother began to head down the hallway, no doubt heading to the backyard to call someone, Tommy had a feeling he could guess who...

The teen groaned as he flopped onto his bed, toeing his shoes off as he hid his face in his pillow. The hybrid was annoyed that this day had gone so horribly. He could feel the soft weight shifting in his abdomen, quiet growls leaving his actual stomach as clawed hands dug into the walls of his storage. He needed to move whatever it was to his actual stomach before he had to deal with a sore organ for a few day.

The teen wasn't super used to this, pulling the squirming form up and out of his storage. He didn't like having to take them back up into his mouth, but it was something every human could do so it wasn't weird, before swiftly swallowing the form's body. Having half of a borrower in your throat and the other half in your mouth wasn't the best experience considering they're decently long, but this one was bigger than he was used to.

Tommy coughed a little as the form disappeared into his chest for a second time, no doubt less happy this time compared to the first. He didn't seem to mind at least, pulling himself out of bed to change into something more comfortable as his stomach gurgled, filling the tiny space with a squirming meal. He couldn't help the chittering purr that built in his throat, the more animalistic side of his brain enjoying the stimulation and sensation of something in his belly.

Either way, he didn't want to be himself right now. Letting his instincts take the reigns sounds nice as he crawls into his nest...

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Dream had come to the idea that he was safe where he was. He'd been in here for a solid hour or so now and the saliva at the bottom had disappeared at this point. The walls were plush and slick but they didn't really move around him all that much, just reacting to his own touch from the looks of it and the sounds had died down a bit, mostly just being a gentle bubbling that had gotten quieter and seemed to grow further away.

He felt uncomfortable still, not entirely sure what was going on, whatever rush had caused Tommy to do this was still active so it wasn't like the two of them could have a proper conversation. The borrower had almost managed to doze off at the sound of Tommy's and, he's assuming Techno's, purring. He wouldn't normally like to get himself into their more sensitive moments since he wasn't an actual member of their family but it felt nice to be included for once even if neither of them was, at least not fully, aware of him at the moment.

He'd listened quietly as the two of them began to talk, pride swelling in his chest as Tommy told someone about the bad attitude that Mr. Squid had been showing. He shifted his weight, leaning forward to rub the wall he leaned against only to be squeezed. He released a soft yelp, not expecting it as his tail flicked around in annoyance.

He'd have to scold Tommy later, this may be a good place to hide him but that didn't mean he enjoyed being eaten and kept in a flesh sack. He felt as the teen moved around, smiling that his little brother was heading to his room. The soft sway of his movements was actually more than gentle. It made him sleepy but the borrower assumed it was his own instincts trying to trick him into feeling like it was a nest. It wasn't so he didn't want to stay in here much longer.

His peace was quickly interrupted by a growl, feeling the muscles against his back twitch as the rumbling sensation went down his spine. Dream physically cringed away from it, slipping to the other side of the stomach- He couldn't forget that he was laying in someone's stomach. The space wasn't fun, his movements were rather restricted and limited to the soft space.

The grow was followed by a rumble before a louder groan escaped the area as he pinned himself against the furthest wall he could, shaking a bit. This was fine... He wasn't in Tommy's real stomach, that much was clear to him, but it wasn't nice to hear the actual sounds of hunger just next to him.

"Tommy-"

Dream's words were interrupted as he was thrown into the wall to his right, the one of his left pushing him against it before the area squeezed. He clamped his eyes closed as his body was forced back into the esophagus, squirming due to the constricting space. His upper body was pushed back onto the teen's tongue, a shutter of relief leaving him as he reached forward to try and grab onto a fang, something for a safe hold to keep himself secure. He barely moved his hand before the tongue pushed into it.

The pause he felt, confusion etching his face, quickly turned into panic as the muscle rose higher, the grip on his waist loosening for a moment before a loud gulp sounded out. He was forced back down, a panicked yelp leaving him as he was tugged deeper once more. He clamped his eyes closed, trying to ignore the sensation as tears dripped down his face. He'd been safe, so close to being secure. Why was Tommy swallowing him again?! He didn't understand why this was happening.

He'd felt his legs being tugged into an open space again, his entire body following in moments. For a second he thought it was just the other stomach again before the acidic scent hit his nose. Within seconds he was on his knees, pressing his hands against the roof of the stomach as he glanced down. There was a very shallow puddle of murky water in the bottom. It carried the biting smell but it wasn't all that strong. He felt nervous as the organ gurgled, sounding pleased as it shifted around him.

Tommy was moving around him on top of the stomach, the purring he could hear was frightening, knowing his little brother was pleased to have him inside of his stomach. He was nervous as he pushed before he felt the teen crawl. He was assuming they were in the burrow now, a soft tingling forming on his foot as he shoved again, opening his mouth to yell.

"Tommy! Let me out of here!" He called out, feeling a weight settle over him. The purring was still going, having not faltered at his works. Dream growled before he looked over his shoulder. This wasn't a fun idea, but it seemed like his best bet as he shifted to look at the exit and then turned his eyes back to where he'd come in through.

"Fuck it..." He groaned before he crawled over, sitting in front of the sphincter hesitantly before he reached forward and shoved his hands into the area. It wasn't fun, feeling the strong muscles trying to contradict his choices, but Dream needed to make sure Tommy got him out. He refused to sit here and take it when he, a part of him, had a feeling that this wasn't intended. He'd seen the boy in instinct waves, Phil always said he needed to avoid him during these moments and now he understood why.

His legs were already burning. It wasn't a horrid sensation, but it felt like his legs were numb with the carbonated tingling that he often felt when he accidentally rested on his limbs wrong.

He shoved his way forward, his hands almost slipping on the slick flesh of the throat as he squeezed his head through the sphincter. Within seconds an unhappy gurgle sounded out before he was squeezed back down into the stomach, gasping for a moment before the plush walls closed in on him once more. A frightened yelp had been his sound of opposement, before he was quickly shoved up and out of the organ.

Dream loudly coughed as he was forced into a hand, shaking a bit as he lay on his stomach. He needed to relax and take a few moments to adjust to the light and no longer haveing soft flesh all around him. His tail wrapped around his leg as he glanced over at his little brother, an uncomfortable laugh leaving him at the unhappy look on the teen's face that swiftly turned to horror.

Tommy then spent the next 3 days basically constantly making sure Dream felt safe around him. He even would give the borrower little treats and help him do anything he asked. If Dream would occasionally ask to sleep on Tommy's abdomen, no one knows.

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Thank you for reading! Sorry this ask took so long but any of the ones I haven't answered yet, I see you Bkdk person, and the two Tommy ideas, I promise I will get to those!

This was supposed to be a short story, maybe 1,000 words but instead it turned into this-

I don't regret writing this, but it took literally months. I've been working on this on and off for weeks now.

I hope you all enjoy it!

[ringnea]

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought - from Arctic Monkeys - I Wanna Be Yours. Jevin’s old, so he’s seen a lot and expects very little. So when he’s invited to help the hermit’s own ghost crew with something, he’s so down to help. After all, driving the team and making sure they don’t die isn’t too hard. Jevin has no clue what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. AKA Jevin is dragged by the GIGS crew to ghost hunt not knowing that he’s going out on the field.

Hi hi, this is my first fic for @mcytficfight and @mcytmusicalbingo

TW: Ghosts, some bones, and gore mentioned (very light). Feeling alone even with others and a bit of dehumanization. Jevin isn’t human and not a hybrid either, he’s full slime trying to live in a human world. Oh and fantasy racism/speciesism.

ENjoy!!

[dont-call-me-doggy]

Sorry, I- shouldn't have blown up at you. I just-

Mutt is bad enough, but at least it's gender neutral. At least it's just an attack from one side...

Dog motif is ALWAYS sexual like that’s the point

[all-the-gory-details]

Vampire Whumpee

Thanks to everyone who voted, hope you enjoy!

P2 P3 P4

TW; vampire whump, burns, trapped, hunted, gagged

The vampire was sobbing by the time the hunters found them.

The silver trap it had stepped in burned, metal clamping around its ankle and searing deep into the muscle. It had taken only seconds for it to burn deep enough that whumpee couldn't pry it off.

After a few minutes, the silver met bone.

Whumpee jumped at the crack of a stick breaking, head whipping around to see-

A whole group of them, all grinning at them like they were a prize deer they had just shot.

Vampire hunters.

Whumpee scrambled backwards, whimpering as the trap stopped their escape attempt in its tracks. Then, one of the hunters grabbed the chain and yanked.

Whumpee screamed as they were dragged towards the hunters, silver searing through flesh. The hunter dragged them into the center of the group, and there were so many of them.

"Well, well, well... look what we have here." The one who had dragged them reached down and grabbed their hair, forcing them up to their knees. Tears streamed from their eyes as their face twisted in pain.

"Someone get the gag!" the hunter ordered, and whumpee's eyes snapped open in terror.

"No, no wait, you can't-" they were cut off by a metal ring being shoved into their mouth and pulled tight, fitting right behind their fangs. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening-

Someone pulled them up to their feet, and they couldn't muffle their groan as they were forced to put weight on their ankle. "It's a couple miles to the camp, bloodsucker," someone behind them chuckled. "Guess we'll have a bit of entertainment on the way, huh?"

He shoved whumpee forward, and they only barely managed to avoid falling to the ground. They took a shaky breath and another step.

What else could they do?

Next part

[beneaththedunes]

// Test muse info !

I will use these muses if they are particularly speaking to me, or upon request. Still considering if I want them on this blog or not.

❝ I see it. Even if no one else can. ❞

LADY EVENING .

Species. Star. Age. Unknown, likely ancient.

Height. Hoooh boy. In her natural state, she is somewhere around 700,000,000 feet, and doesn't fit on the Earth. Stars can shrink their size and dull their shine to an extent, the smallest she will go is 12 feet.

Appearance. A figure emitting white-light, her shine makes her diffcult to look at. Long, thick coily hair. Often in a gown that shimmers like water. Her eyes are coloured like the rainbow of a bubble.

Magic. Eve is categorised as a shining star 'in-waiting', meaning she has yet to complete her training in the North Pole and graduate to ascention in the heavens. Her sole purpose is to shine bright, bringing peace & joy to the world, and keep watch, offering direction to lost and broken spirits. She can speak to people's hearts and minds without using her voice. She has advanced eyesight, and the ability to see what others may not (such as spirits or concealed emotions). Her eyes are EXTREMELY overwhelming. They can bring out strong emotions in others, often whatever they've been thinking about or feel sad/guilty/fearful about. She cannot control anyone, but on the rare occasion she uses her powers with more direct intent, I may descibe 'nudges' or 'ideas' headed your muses way. Let me know if it ever bothers you.

(She can also use more combat-based abilities if nessesary, like tossing power in the form of light orbs or manfesting a spear.)

Person. Tolerant, thoughtful, careful to a fault. Lady Evening is aware of her heavy presence, and maintains a mild demeanour. She is soft spoken close to a whisper, and for the most part keeps her eyes partly shut in a soft smile.

❝ I have no reason to lie. Unlike your little elf over there. ❞

THE OLD WOLF PRINCE .

His name isn't spoken any longer (and is yet to be decided ;u;)

Species. Sendarykal Wolf. Age. Mid 50s. Height. 6'10, but his neck hunch brings it down to around 6'4.

Appearance. He's a black wolf with greying fur, making for a salt & pepper kind of look. His fur spikes upwards along his back / neck. His eyes are bright yellow. He has a lengthy beard coming off his muzzle. His attire will depend on rp.

Magic / weapons. His claws and teeth are sharp, he fights using magic to enhance his physical abilities. Wolf prince weilds a magic sceptre which resembles a dead tree covered in termite holes. He will either appear old and frail, or unreasonably buff and grown to a larger size.

Person. He considers himself decent and diplomatic, holding tight to a sense of justice which has been increasingly warped by his sensitive sense of identity. Wolf Prince was to become King of Sendarykal, but his actions didn't mesh with the war, and he was imprisoned in the North Pole. Forever titled 'prince' due to his younger brother taking the crown. RP can take place at different points of the timeline. Some strong themes around this character, tw for potential mentions of trafficking, slavery, racism (in the form of 'speciesism',) death & general violence. Let me know if any of these need to be avoided.

[chatterbox-juice]

tw: mentions of fictional genocide, imperialism, racism, segregation, swearing

my aj rewrite is most likely aimed towards teens. I'm not kid-friendly (I hate kids but I want them to retain their innocence (2024 is a disaster of a year))

but yeah on the surface aj lore is fairly simple. phantoms bad. mira good. zios dead missing lmfao. but if you look deeper: ►►►►►►►►►►►►►

"Because animals were spread out in isolated villages, the Phantoms easily conquered these villages one by one. The animals soon discovered that if the Phantoms reached a Heartstone, they could imprison the animals of that species inside it! Each time the Phantoms captured a Heartstone, an entire species disappeared from Jamaa."

"The phantoms came through dark portals and they quickly spread through the uninhabited regions of Jamaa. Wherever the Phantoms went, they left a trail of spoiling destruction. Rivers were polluted, trees became bare, and the air was thick with noxious fumes. The Phantoms consumed everything in the environment and gave nothing back. They leveled entire villages the animals had built and left the entire civilization in pieces." ►►►►►►►►►►►►► ◦ this was said in the daily explorer. I'm pretty sure this is some form of imperialism and/or genocide, which is obviously not very kid-friendly, so I kinda want to lean into that more in more historical eras of my rewrite. BUT according to the wiki (yes, i'll use the wiki, i haven't touched the game in months/years):

►►►►►►►►►►►►► "It is unknown why the Phantoms came to Jamaa, but they cause destruction [wherever] they go. Their behavior of quickly spreading and imprisoning the other species suggests that they want control over Jamaa. This also provides an explanation for the initial lack of species in Jamaa, as most species were trapped by the Phantoms." ►►►►►►►►►►►►► ◦ so the phantoms could've been erasing species for shits and giggles, OR it could've been just straight imperialism

◦ oh yeah racism is also canon: ►►►►►►►►►►►►►

"But as time passed, things changed, Animals began to fear and mistrust other species. Some animals stopped living together as a united community. Soon, all the feelings of friendship in Jamaa were gone, and the animals built new villages for their kind only. Koalas lived and talked only with other koalas. So did rhinos. And crocodiles." ►►►►►►►►►►►►►

◦ also from the daily explorer ◦ maybe im reaching here but this shit sounds pretty racist/speciesism w some segregation. like, yeah someone could argue that "animals fear each other because on earth-" ◦ imma cut you off right there buddy. Jamaa isn't on Earth. this is most likely, if not canonically, a different universe that follows its own rules. and besides, you'll never see a cougar doing the carlton on Earth

◦ clarifying right now before i somehow get into deep shit that obviously my rewrite won't be for everyone. not everyone wants to see this silly childhood nostalgic animal game through this lens. but i do because im depressed and new year new me (it's october chatterbox...)

[toniko]

kromer and ncorp: racist, ableist or something else entirely?

tw: you play limbus company, you should know the tw… also it’s in the title really

now I’ve been wondering about some discourse on Twitter (I know, real healthy) but for a while Kromer has been generalized as racist. however, there has been a rise of people clarifying that her behavior is not based off of racism but ableism. but is either side wrong? and would speciesism be a better approach to kromer overall?

chapter 3 is stock example of transhumanism, which doesn’t specifically lend to either opinion. (i.e the belief or theory that the human race can evolve beyond its current physical and mental limitations, especially by means of science and technology.)

ableism as defined by Oxford is “discrimination in favor of able-bodied people”. so now the issue is defining what it means to be disabled or able-bodied in the project moon universe. but specifically in ch3, the robotic additions were to seemingly well-off able-bodied individuals as a quality of life addition. now I don’t doubt Kromer would be equally vile to those who added prosthetics because of disability, but the mass that we’ve seen her kill is regardless of if they were disabled prior. I also personally have issue with the association that prosthetics automatically indicates disability. however, thematically to the chapter, ableism could absolutely apply. ncorp inquisitors torture the cyborg civilians by mocking their body functions and declaring the cyborgs could never be as “human”.

then how about racism? well, I’d argue race as it currently is defined is the biological differences within a species. adding robotic parts. the general public seems to believe race can not be modified, and race is something that has many cultural implications and differences. no one quite classifies “cyberhuman” or “robots” as a human race yet…? however, shamefully among history is mass genocide of race because of race, which is reminiscent of ch3—it’s bigotry and genocide of people of a specific group. but if it is based on race? turns out the Kromer commentary (and extending to Ncorp) towards those who use robotic additions is almost a Venn diagram between things said in race and/or disability discrimination within human history.

speciesism applies much better than racism but follows a similar principle. it emphasizes on human superiority over other species such as animals… or in recent topic, ai and robots. it’s bias against robots and ai because it’s not human? yeah, especially if Kromer and her ncorp goons do not believe the cyborgs as humans. however, this specific subset of speciesism doesn’t really hold any importance except for like… ai use for businesses or the weird ai morality question. discussion on this also focuses on an artificial mind and the cyborg individuals in ch3 probably did not become artificial ai (if our good Sinclair’s family is any indicator).

is it possible that Kromer is actually a blindly bigoted person who doesn’t have an ideology that can fit any specific modern concept we have because she’s irrational? well, yeah that’s always been the thing anyway lol. in the end, it’s difficult to define what Kromer is specifically because it’s not as if she’s following the exact logic of being ableist or racist…that’s pretty human in a sad way. they’re not human to her because they’ve modified their bodies in some way… I mean, genuinely, social Darwinism might be the one.

there is always the religious aspect that is clearly there, I mean, there’s a tw on the list called “religious torture and violence” and “enforced ideology and/or actions”. the resemblance of this subset of ncorp being cult-like certainly adds more to it. perhaps I’d save that for a part 2, religious discourse is truly difficult to discuss and knowing Hermann Hesse (and having not read Demian), I would have more insight post-reading Demian on this subject

the ending statement is this; I myself am not disabled and I don’t think I’ve experienced enough racism in my lifetime to say the text in ch3 is reminiscent of my experiences. If you have, I’d love to hear opinions on this. If you haven’t, I’d like to hear from you as well. I also really don’t have time to read Demian right now or do more research, this is just to unload some thoughts on the matter. there might seriously be an exact concept out there that captures Kromer in her entirety already idk

[hibari-draws]

Sorry in advance, but I don’t have a therapist and I need to let this out somewhere.

tw fantasy racism

Please don’t come at me for this take, my intention isn’t to attack anyone. I know that media, fandom, and fanworks are not real life, etc. but serve as a microcosm of irl… My opinions don’t represent those of all poc.

I feel slightly uncomfortable with fantasy racism/speciesism allegories that try and emulate real-world discrimination but always fall flat bc it’s ordinary white ppl being mean to white ppl with vampire fangs or mermaid tails or green hair or ridiculous superpowers, all the while human poc are nonexistent, caricatures, OR exist in the story but the shit they go through is vastly glossed over by the writers as well as readers (they’ll literally be enslaved or be forced out of their home and the fan base will not give af about them!!). Some of these portrayals and fanworks will try to dig deeper and address topics such as micro/macroaggressions, which I appreciate, but it either feels hamfisted (making up racial slurs) or sacrifices nuance (I like the complexity of model minority and internalized racism because it hits closer to home, yk?). I think SOME ppl like to engage with such stories to play at progressivism without examining their own real-world biases against marginalized groups. Since this is to be expected with the demographics of fandom, I don’t take it too personally 🙃

I still believe that fantasy racism can be executed in a way that doesn’t sideline poc characters btw- I’m not totally against it.

There’s also something to be said about comparing groups with vast intrinsic differences (different species, magical powers) to actual minorities or immigrants, but I’m not awake enough to express why that feels off to me.

oh and the idea of there being obligate evil races (e.g. orcs) bothers me so so much 🥲

Again, I apologize if this makes anyone feel defensive and thanks for reading orz

[hemopseudo]

Can you please tag your human hate with TW: speciesism?

absolutely the fuck not