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writersdrug · 3 months ago

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Mourning Dove

Chapter 3: Pursuit

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Summary: König finds a lost lamb and guides it home, away from the wolves.

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, chasing, anxiety

The forest wasn’t full of surprises – at least, not to König. In fact, it was a comfortably predictable place. Trees grew and shed their leaves, animals frolicked in the early morning and landed in his traps at night. Mushrooms sprouted among the tree stumps behind his cabin, and the sun rose and fell. The only variance was in what he cooked for his meals or how many logs he put in the woodstove, and even then, there wasn’t much of a difference.

When the sickness had broken out across nations, he had hardly noticed it. If it wasn’t for his biweekly trip down the mountain, he wouldn’t have. He had barely made a mile from the forest’s border when he heard the animalistic, yet alien murmurs and howls from the town. After a day’s observation from the sanctuary of the woods, he understood what had become of the majority of the population. Necessities became luxuries, and trips were cut back to a once-a-month basis. He didn’t have the mental energy nor the patience to fight off hundreds of creatures every other week.

The infected stayed away from this neck of the woods – most of the time. There was the occasional straggler that somehow made it up the steep incline, but half the time, they were forced back down once they discovered the lack of fresh human sinew. The ones that pushed closer to his cabin were nothing he couldn’t handle. They were no different than animals in his opinion, just without any usable or edible bits; the bones were too weak and brittle, and the ligaments and fibers of their flesh too mushy. If anything, they provided target practice, even if he didn’t need it.

But, this was all typical. Expected.

What was unexpected, was you.

First, it was the smell of smoke lingering in the air. König certainly hadn’t lit his woodstove for a while now. Burnt, citrusy smoke hung unnaturally in the air at eleven in the morning, nearly burning his nostrils with the unbearably piney scent. Rather than climbing down his usual path, he followed it east, curious to see who was in his neck of the woods. The infected didn’t have the brains to start a fire anymore – literally – and he couldn’t remember the last time someone had come through this area. It wasn’t near any trails or known paths, so whoever was bold enough to venture out this way had him curious and on high alert.

Soon, he stumbled across the pillar of smoke climbing towards the sky. The hunter in him settled down when he realized that this person was rather daft – leaving a fire smoking like that was no different than handing someone a knife and asking them to stab you. It was foolish of someone to think they were alone in the woods, and equally as foolish to think those creatures wouldn’t scale the mountain for a crumb of human flesh.

Finally, nearly an hour away from his cabin (fancy he’d stumble upon you on the way home), there you were. Up against a small boulder, your back to the decline of the mountain; König wondered if you had frozen to death, with nothing but your cardigan draped across your body to fight the autumn chill.

You were curled up on a rather soggy patch of forest floor. There was nothing underneath you but wet leaves and cold dirt. Your cardigan was draped over you as much as it could as a makeshift blanket – hardly one at that. König would have assumed you were dead if it wasn’t for the tremor in your shoulders, and the fact that the fire’s embers were still smoking. You must have gotten cold enough during the night to try and keep the blaze going. A backpack was carelessly and ineffectively hidden beneath a pile of twigs and matted leaves, with a protein bar wrapper shoved into the side pocket. However small the gesture was, he appreciated the awareness of your environment.

There was a plethora of questions swimming in his head. How did you get this high up the mountain? Did you mean to make it this far? How had you survived the virus for so long? He didn’t mean to judge a book by its cover, but you were rather dense and careless with your own self preservation tactics. He doubted that you kept the fire burning to mask your scent from the infected… that was too much effort for someone who slept facing the boulder, instead of keeping their eyes on the open space ahead of them.

He watched you for a while, until the dying fire’s smoke was no more than a few tendrils, curling towards the sky and disappearing before they reached the tops of the trees. Every sound from within the woods had him swiveling his head, making sure nothing was tearing up the mountain to disturb your sleep. He shouldn’t care; in fact, it was very uncharacteristic of him to care about anyone but himself. Maybe it was because he hadn’t seen a real person in the last two months, let alone held a conversation with one. But he found himself watching you like a shepherd watching his lambs – because that’s all you were, wasn’t it? A lost lamb, doing your best to survive in the wild. How could he leave such an untainted, innocent thing to the wolves?

But enough of that. You were starting to stir awake.

You rolled over to stare at the dead embers, your face puffy from an unrestful sleep. Your eyes were full of resignment and uncertainty. König wanted to chide you for waking up so late into the morning – the daylight needed to be used for finding food and making distance, not sleeping. He watched as you sat up with a sigh and put your cardigan on. As you rose to your feet, he noticed the back of your jeans were damp from the wet ground you had spent the night on. He was becoming more and more frustrated with you; you and your poor survival skills, your wet pants, your weak shoes, and the leaves in your hair that you didn’t seem to care to pick out. He would gladly do it to satisfy the perfectionist in him, if it wasn’t such a domestic gesture.

He watched intently, like a good shepherd would, as you threw wet leaves onto the makeshift campfire. Good practice, if it wasn’t completely pointless at this time of day. You sheepishly looked around the clearing, before making your way into the denser thicket of trees. He didn’t realize what you were doing until he saw you fumbling with the waistline of your jeans.

It made him laugh internally. The fact that you were so cautious, as if some woodland creature might spy on you. He was the only one you needed to worry about, but he decided to spare your privacy. He’d be worried about how quickly you were ensnaring his territorial instincts, like you had already belonged to him, if he didn’t have the excuse of your obviously non-existent self-preservation to back his newfound obsession.

He waited until you had disappeared behind the boulder before abandoning his spot among the shrubbery. His footsteps were calculated and quiet as he approached your makeshift campsite. The air was thick with acrid smoke, piney and sharp from the fir needles that had burnt up in the fire. Remnants of you littered the area: your bag, of course, laid open and propped against the rock. You’d swept away most of the leaves and twigs from where you had lay on the ground, and there was a thin line you had drawn around the perimeter of your bed. It made him laugh, a soft huff escaping through his nostrils at the idea of you staking a claim here.

His thick fingers dipped into your bag, rummaging through the contents. Some weird, big straw… protein bars, batteries, and a pretty pathetic medical kit. He’d seen them before in the hunting store he used to frequent in town, placed near the cashier’s desk in an attempt to catch the eye of someone who didn’t know any better. That was you, wasn’t it? You didn’t know any better; you focused on bringing things that would keep you alive in the short run, but nothing to sustain you. Where were your tools? What would you do to hunt, or to gather wood, or to defend yourself? Were you mistaking fortunate circumstances for your own skill? Did you know how to use that little knife, kleines Lamm? Judging by the bandage wrappers stuffed into the side pocket of your backpack, it appeared that you didn’t.

In the outside pocket of the bag, he found a set of car keys. What had you planned to do with a car? He thought. The gas stations were all shut down, most likely out of gas from the hysteria when the infection had started. Foolish girl… didn’t you think of that? He mused. Did you think of anything at all? Or were you so recklessly desperate to survive, that you threw all caution to the wind?

He was back under the cover of the trees by the time you were finished. Cerulean irises watched from the shadows as you knelt by your bag, digging around through the contents until you pulled out a map. He stifled a laugh as you looked at the damn thing with a furrowed brow, then turned it upside-down, then once more to the left, until your face relaxed into a satisfied expression. You held the map loosely in one hand as you shouldered your bag, stomped on the ashes of the fire a bit, and made your way west.

König’s curiosity had him in a chokehold. The only reasonable thing he could think of was to follow you.

He kept a good distance from you, maybe a hundred yards down the mountain from where you walked. Your eyes were glossy and tired as you stared ahead. Occasionally, he observed as you glanced at the map, then the babbling creek, then back ahead. Boredom was clear as day on your face – what were you searching for? Where were you going? There was nothing out here, other than König’s cabin, and miles and miles of woods. Roze and Horangi had made sure he was planted in a safehouse, far beyond where roads and buildings began to smatter across the maps’ pages.

He found himself sizing you up a bit. He didn’t like how sluggishly you moved; it was understandably due to a lack of real food. Protein bars could only sustain you so much, especially if you were rationing yourself to one per day. You had potential to be a warm body, with enough hearty food and pampering – you deserved that. Who else to give it to you, but himself? He was worthy of it; he’d spend enough time alone, toiling over his own survival and keeping the forest decently clean and flourishing, hadn’t he? He earned the right to take care of you, to turn you into an ideal mate. It’s as if the forest had gifted you to him for all his hard work, and he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

His humanity told him to slow down, back off, and reminded him that you didn’t belong to him. His instinct promised to make you his.

It impressed König, how much distance you were able to cover before you stopped for a break. The boredom might have been helping you trudge along, because at least you were moving. Eventually, however, you had come to stop by a sharp bend of the river, sitting yourself at the base of a tree. König allowed himself to linger closer to you, planting himself behind a thicket of barberry bushes.

What am I doing? He forced him self to ask the question that he had neglected over the past several hours. He drank in your exhausted expression and muscles, watching you slump over as you rested your elbows on your knees. Both obsessing and protecting came to mind as he stared, noticing the tremor in your shoulders. The objective of the question slowly faded to the back of his mind as he reeled at the thought of warming you up. Plenty of blankets and furs back at the cabin… and a woodstove, too. There was a number of ways he could warm you up, protect you from the nipping cold and keep you from having to stuff your fingers in your armpits, like you were now.

It was already festering inside of him: his obsession with you. You, a little lost thing, unaware that you had trespassed into his part of the woods. An unfamiliar hunger settled in his muscle fibers, running underneath his skin along his veins. He struggled with the urge to come up behind you and take you by the scruff of your neck, then drag your limp, compliant body back to his home. It was unnatural, but strong. An instinct, perhaps, but why now? Why was this what caused his jaw to ache with a need to bite, mark, claim? Saliva pooled in between his teeth as he watched you tuck your hair behind your ears, checking your fingernails – completely oblivious to the eyes peering at you through thick leaves and shrubbery. It’s ok, kleines Lamm, he can forgive that. You just don’t know any better. That’s what he’s there for; I’ll kill every creature in these woods, so you can be free of anxiety and fear.

Of course, as he was piecing together the perfect picture of your life woven into his, the universe had to take him down a few notches. Life can’t be too easy, can it?

A voice broke through the trees, echoing in between the sturdy trunks until the sound reached König’s ears. He heard the timbre before you did. A name. Yours, perhaps? The voice was angry, bitter – what had you done, kleines Lamm? It had to be your name, considering you were the only other human he’d crossed paths with since the start of the spread. Now, two humans? It was the most interesting thing that to occur in the last five years.

The second time was closer. You heard it, he could tell; the way your body froze, and how your eyes widened, like prey when they realize they’re staring at death’s doors. You sat upright in a heartbeat, scanning the area around you and quickly shouldering your bag. König could practically smell the fear dripping from you, he could hear the adrenaline surging through your veins. It ignited a spark within himself as he saw the coils in your mind tightening, getting ready to sprint away from the danger. He leaned on his haunches, watching as you calculated where you planned to launch off to.

Finally, after the third and closest call of your name, you sprung into action, pushing yourself up onto your feet and tearing away from the river. You went north. Up. König wasn’t expecting that. He had assumed you’d go south, using the decline of the mountain to your advantage. You’re rather smart, he thought, as he began chasing after you. Maybe you thought your hunter would think you’d go south, too. Pride thrummed appreciatively in the back of his mind – you were able to ignore your instinct, in cases where it wouldn’t be helpful, and that was an excellent survival skill that not many possessed.

You were quick when you were desperate. As the mountain’s incline grew, you resorted to clawing your way upwards like an animal fingers digging into whatever tree bark or dirt they could latch onto. Where were you going? Did you plan to hide within the high altitudes and colder temperatures until your hunter had moved on? You were aimless. If you had a plan to begin with, it was now thrown to the wind to make room for your will to survive – or rather, escape.

You threw a glance over your shoulder, but König knew you wouldn’t see him. He was a ways behind you, taking the quiet path and laying low. The last thing he wanted was to spook you and have you cowering in fear, stuck like a deer in headlights - or send you in the wrong direction completely. You were already running rather carelessly; he had to hold back a cautionary shout when you started slipping on the wet leaves and stones. Your shoes were already falling apart, and he was bristling at the thought of you injuring yourself, in which case he wouldn’t hesitate to snatch you up and carry you home.

But, of course, when there’s a will, there’s a way.

Your next step was rather unfortunate, as your perishing shoe slipped on the sodden foliage decorating the forest floor. You hit the ground and punched the breath out of your own lungs, unintentionally wedging your arm between your chest and the forest floor. He didn’t miss the way you squeezed your eyes shut and clenched your teeth together, holding back the wail that threatened to expose your location – ah, did you hurt something? Reckless thing…

You slowly sat back on your heels, cradling your right arm to your chest. König saw the pain in your face as you stared at your arm – he so desperately wanted to know what you were thinking. Poor thing is probably exhausted and sore… you weren’t made for this kind of fear and pain. He wanted to grab you then and there, hold you to his chest, and take off with you back to his home. It was his instinct to protect you.

But that’s just the thing. It was instinct. You wouldn’t understand it. You would call that abduction, despite the fact that you didn’t have a place to be abducted from. You didn’t belong here, nor anywhere. How far were you from home? Did you even have one?

You would. He’d see to it himself.

Another cry of your name, much angrier than the last one (if that was possible). You didn’t hear it – you probably couldn’t over the pain you felt. A lamb, too focused on the sharp-shooting agony in its foot to realize the wolves were closing in on you. He couldn’t wait for you to pick yourself up.

He had to herd you back home.

He didn’t want you to see him – that might frighten you away. But, he would use your own hysteria against you. You’d forgive him, right? It was for your own good.

He let his instinct take over again. He charged up the mountain towards your position, letting the twigs snap under his weight and the leaves kick up around him.

Your head snapped up. Your eyes were glossy with tears, fixed at König’s general direction. Like one of Phidias’s masterpieces, you were chiseled marble, frozen statue-still as you listened for more.

Did you think he was one of the creatures? Kleines Lamm… I am so much better.

He sprung into action once again, and the sound was enough to release you from your fear. You scrambled to your feet and took off back up the mountain, clawing your way through the humus and leaves like prey running from the hunter. Don’t worry… he wasn’t the hunter. He was the watch hound, steering you to safety – even if he was using rather unethical methods. But you didn’t know any better.

He purposefully made a mess of sounds: heavy footfalls against the ground, rustling up leaves as he ran. Slamming his body against tree trunks and causing the wood to crack. He breathed heavily, almost snarling, lips curling into a wicked grin as he heard you whimpering in panic. You wouldn’t turn around to see what or who was chasing you – good girl, just run. Run home.

The voice didn’t call out again. That, or König had chased you far enough away where the sound of your name called in anger wouldn’t be heard. You slowed down a bit, breaths mixing with panicked whines as you swallowed lungfulls of air. When you veered a little too far from where König wanted you to be, he would drag himself to that side and stir up noise, effectively herding you back to the desired path. He could tell you were on the brink of passing out. Just a little further, and you could stumble upon his cabin, break into his home and collapse on his floor for him to find later. Sure, he might be mad at himself – he had always thought he preferred being alone, not having to deal with shit from another human again. His military days were over. But the loneliness was there, lingering in the back of his mind, now taking the reigns and driving this poor, frightened dove into his trap.

No; not a trap, he reminded himself, a shelter. A cave, to hide her from whatever haunts her.

Satisfaction and relief made their homes in his mind when he had herded you where he wanted you. He stopped his pursuit, bracing himself against a tree and panting heavily, watching as you continued your terror-induced scramble up the mountain. The cabin was a mile away, but he trusted you would recognize the signs of life and follow them to safety. Hopefully, the bastard he was protecting you from hadn’t traumatized you beyond socialization.

No, he knew he’d find you there. God knows how many days of protein bars and walking for miles on end would have you drooling at the sight of his cabin, however outdated it might be. It would be a surprise for his future self, seeing you all cozy and safe in his cabin when he returns to it in a day or two – but he knew he was lonely. He had to listen to himself all day, he couldn’t deny it. He would come to appreciate you, and hopefully, you’d realize that you need him: the perfect protector, mate, and provider.

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mothduchess · 4 months ago

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Kitsune HRT Part 1

There was a light shower accompanied by the gentle pitter patter of daylight, the sky untarnished by any cloud or dreariness. The earth was laid bare to a dance of shadows and puddles as light fluttered about the scene, parading through the golden leaves and across the white bark that rivulets of water meandered down. The forest was quiet; no bird song or noise pollution, not a rustle or even a buzzing. Yet the wind was there. The scent of roses that drifted with its whispers was carried through the towering woods that seemed to stretch forever. But in these woods there would be a grotto of tall grass and the most lovely of flowers, roses of such amazing hues that the petals did rise in celebration. In the middle of the grotto there was a stump whose rings numbered in the hundreds and branches curled up high like eager hands. The light wreathed the field in shining gold. And sitting upon this stump atop a nest of pristine cloth bedding was a creature of fur with reddened fur and black. Her tails curled around her graceful legs all draped in shining white and colorful silks. Her fur rustled with the breeze, speckled with crumbs from flaky pastries. Other creatures sat around her enjoying tea and cakes aplenty. Dainty fingers were stained with strawberries and peaches as petals lightly fell around the party. The bears and the wolves were cloaked in mantles of cloud and a frog drank gold from a saucer. Wordless chatter curled throughout the party. The vixen sat prominently with legs curled under her and eyes squeezed upwards. With grace, onto her snout curled a silver smile that broke with heavenly laughter. Laughter and Smiles. Echoing, and curling, off into a grey distance. Sleep fell off ungracefully thudding onto the hardwood as only a boulder could. I groaned with my eyes screwed shut. I peeled from the sheets and rubbed the crustings from my eyes. Those pale blue eyes and the blunted nails with chipping nail polish. Pale grey light oozed through the broken blinds as morning made itself known. But as I laid half swaddled in sheets, surrounded by plush toys, my only thoughts could go to her smile. Her laughter. All I could muster was a frown as I conjured forth my energy to rise from the bed as cotton foxes and other creatures watched. "...That was a nice dream." My nails dragged across the flesh of my arms leaving red marks that sat across older such markings. I yawned and stretched, sliding my phone into my hands from the place it fell the previous night. I turned on videos as wakefulness slowly drew itself together. "That was the fifth time this month already. They've been getting worse," I thought. A sigh escaped my lips as I dead scrolled through social media. "How can anyone focus like this?" At that moment I saw posts come into view. Over the past year or so, a new kind of medicine had hit the stage, but all of the new drugs were filed under a singular umbrella: "Humanity Removal Therapy". Pictures of people showing scales and growing to a gigantic heights, tails, claws, horns, all kinds of new body parts. I even saw people become human or things stranger than any typical animal. I was slackjawed. I had heard of the medicine, surely. But to see so many people more get onto it, I couldn't do anything but stare at the screen with legs pulled into my torso. Cows. Dragons. Fish. "It's that effective?" I begun to get dressed. It wasn't as if I'd never taken such a leap before. Estrogen was what gave me my chest and lower proportions. It didn't do everything I could have hoped for, of course not, but it was something! I was happier. It was... "Something like from a dream." I sat there upon my knees for minutes. The phantom sensations of a bundle of tails drifted behind me, the ethereal fur almost taunting me. At first I wondered if I was allowed to have it. Then, thoughts of money. I had so little, could I afford the many months? But the idea of those dreams haunting me for years and years on wrenched my gut into a spiral. I couldn't live like that. I couldn't.

When I sat at my computer, I pulled up a tab to begin researching. After a moment's hesitation, I pulled open another window. "Kitsune Transition: Week 1."

------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thank you so much for reading! And huge shout out to @ ayviedoesthings and all of the other people who have made Animal HRT art. It helped us figure out that we were therian, and we're making that to express the feelings we've had in our head. Will be posting more over time!

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#kitsune #otherkin hrt #therian #animal hrt #fox #short story #transformation #transgender #kitsune hrt

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snuurp · 1 month ago

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introduction to the WORMS IN MY BRAIN jk this is a modern fantasy au for baldurs gate 3 plain text and more info under the cut

intro to the au, forewarning i haven't done much research, and my first playthrough of the game isn't done yet (I AM in act three tho I swear 2/3rds of the three guys r dealt with and so is cazador.) keep in mind i have no idea what i'm doing.

the mindflayer stuff is like. an experimental implant they all dubiously agreed to without all the info. extra enhancements (like the other tadpoles in game) are like drugs, and they appear once weekly at everyone's doors whether they want it or not. initial implant stabilizes Karlach's engine, helps with Astarion's vampire stuff, etc. etc. and the extras just feel good to use, it's addictive.

all of them are in a support group together meant to encourage them to stay clean from the extra tadpoles. time they've spent with the group varies.

there WILL be more detailed posts for them later, i have a lot of thoughts on Karlach and Wyll especially. implied/possible shadowzel and wyllstarion. my tav will be present, this is very self indulgent and i am in lesbians with Karlach.

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KARLACH

6'11" - 7'

construction worker.

her first job was disastrous.

foreman Goretash pushed her into dangerous situations that she felt pressured to be in because she was the newbie.

things went wrong with the electrical on the job site, landing her in the hospital with a near-fatal heart problem.

but good* news! avernus co. offered her a mechanical heart for the low, low price of a ten year work contract! (strings attached.)

she's out of the contract now, and avernus co. is refusing to maintain her heart (and the other "upgrades" they gave her without consent.)

still in construction, unionized and a loud advocate for workers rights.

can't do caffeine. her coffee order is a creamy chocolate chill from TImothy Horthingtons.

favourite board game is ticket to ride or uno, surprisingly mean and competitive in games.

SHADOWHEART

5'6"

works at hot topic (emo)

just got out of the commune, full swing edgy phase and does NOT know how un-niche her music is yet (please don't tell her)(she might cry)

"adopted" by Shar's cult when she was little, doesn't remember much before or after that beyond what other members told her.

dissecting her faith.

roommates with Lae'zel. (they hate each other)

"roommates" with Lae'zel also. (they still hate each other) (kinda)

rps her fursona COOL CAT CHARACTER DO NOT STEAL online.

very afraid of wolves which does include sparkledogs and makes rp super difficult.

her favourite board game is catan or any ttrpg.

if asked, her coffee order is "black, like my tortured soul" but she actually gets a vanilla latte with extra syrup and sweet foam. (oat milk because regular makes her tummy hurt)

LAE'ZEL

5'7" and gods does she ever hold that extra inch over Shadowheart.

works as a personal trainer, her clients are scared of her which makes her VERY effective for the right people.

insults clients, perfectionist.

mommy issues x100

the creche has a very community/it takes a village style of raising but they do a really bad job.

she wants to be the BEST of her siblings, doesn't take failure well.

loves competitive solo sports, hiking, marathons, bouldering, boxing, etc. etc.

delights in pushing Shadowheart's buttons.

she doesn't drink coffee, her order is a smoothie.

willingly drinks the ones with kale like a CRAZY PERSON.

favourite board game is chess and while she is good at it she is a SORE loser.

WYLL

6'1"

used to work for avernus co. and now works a much quieter, mostly Mizora-free job at an elementary school.

the students favourite gym teacher.

estranged from his dad after a huge, explosive misunderstanding re: the very un-HR Mizora incident(s)

likes Go Fish and cribbage, but he's happy playing any board game the others suggest.

generally just happy to be here.

coffee of choice is an americano with a shot of apple cinnamon syrup.

loves knitting.

definitely not crushing on Astarion whaaat crazyyyy.....

his watch is from his dad. he looks at it when he misses him.

misses him a lot.

ASTARION

5'9"

former troubled teen kicked out by his rich parents.

Cazador was a "pastor" that took him under his wing and adopted him into his group home (for a price)

in debt to him now and can't outrun it.

has two jobs.

works at Olive Garden, HATES IT.

works at (insert coffee shop chain here) ALSO HATES IT.

somehow has a very popular aesthetic tumblr blog in the year of our lord 20XX

coffee order is an iced caramel latte (sometimes gets strawberry/cherry/raspberry syrup to make his pictures cooler)

his favourite board game is monopoly (he steals from the bank) but he DESPISES cheaters edition because that "takes all the fun out of it"

Wyll's feelings are mutual and he knows about them but he's too insecure to talk to Wyll about it (nerd)

GALE

5'11"

unemployed, formerly university librarian/professor.

is not over his ex, will not be over his ex for the foreseeable future.

eventually goes to a new university to teach tho.

zero rizz, this man uses mage hand to play wizard wonderwall while concentrating very hard and that makes him look constipated sorry Gale likers.

has a part time job at a Barnabus and Noblemans before going to the new university.

commissioned Wyll to make his sweater vest in affront-to-the-gods purple.

wrote some very prolific papers in the wizard community.

coffee order is matcha or a mocha

favourite board game is clue. he gets really into it.

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antediluvianechoes · 11 months ago

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Dying Mammoth, Zdeněk Burian, c. 1962

The world felt ripped apart during the avalanche. The floor moved, the hillside was the sky, everything was white, and trees snapped like pencils. Instincts were useless. There was no way to fight or flee; the mammoth could only be swept up with the chunks of mountain and forest. A thick, broken branch punctured the mammoth's haunch. A boulder slammed into its ribs. Snow filled the animal's nostrils and ears. It was better that way.

When it was all over, and the world stilled, the mammoth was just a lump among all the other refuse. It could not move; it did not want to, really. Breaths were difficult under the blanket of tossed trees and snow. The ice darkened where the branch stabbed it. The stillness of the valley was eerie, especially after the roar of the avalanche. The only sounds were of the mammoth's labored inhalations. When the wolves found it, those breaths had already stopped.

#mammoth #dire wolf #Zdeněk Burian #zdenek burian #pleistocene

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teenwolfvore · 3 months ago

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Dominated & Devoured

Scott was always surprised by how worked up Derek got over training. Don't get Scott wrong, everybody needed to work on what they were bad at. Scott understood this as both an athlete and a werewolf. Scott just didn't understand devoting an unnecessary amount of time to training, just to receive the same results. Especially considering that Scott was once again on top of Derek.

“Do you want to go for a fifth round?” Scott asks playfully. His sweat has been dripping all over Derek. It was mixing into Derek's sweat as the steam was practically rising up off of Derek's muscular body.

“Yes, we can go another round. I'm not going to end on a loss.” Derek gets from underneath Scott and prepares himself yet again. Scott was ready to go, but his mind must be playing tricks on him. Or rather, it was his stomach. The sweat on Derek's tan torso and the steam rising off of him made Derek look more like a sizzling steak then a werewolf. Maybe it was because Scott was hungry, but the younger wolf was more motivated than ever to beat Derek.

The two wolves go at it yet again, but Scott has more than enough motivation to take down Derek. They tussle and scrap, the fight for dominance inherent with wolves was augmented in Scott's eyes. He didn't just want to dominate Derek, he needed to devour him. This urge and did the fight far quicker than either Derek or Scott expected. Derek grumbles as Scott is once again on top.

“Okay let's-” GLOMP! Scott completely swallows Derek's head and cuts him off. Derek feels Scott's tongue slap up against his stubbled face before Scott takes a gulp. Derek's head and neck are pulled into the back of Scott's throat, then pushed down. It was only when Scott began to devour Derek's boulder shoulders did he realize that Scott was eating him. The werewolf begins to thrash and try to pull out, but by then it was too late.

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Scott needily devours Derek and is all the greater for it. Derek's taste was incredible and the sweat just added an extra layer of flavor. Not to mention Derek's beef was delicious in its own right. Scott swallows up to Derek's beefy pectorals and hums over the shelf chest. His tongue explores Derek's hairy crevice and traces it down to the incoming abs. Scott gobbles up the bumpy muscle with enthusiasm. His neck and chest bulged with every gulp of Derek's body. It's all heading in one direction, Scott's needy food pit.

Derek growled as his head pushed past the tight sphincter into Scott's belly. It smelled like weed and Cheetos down there. The werewolf couldn't believe that he was being reduced to Scott's food. Derek was about to yell some obscenity when he felt Scott's tongue over his cock. He bites his lip as the younger wolf eagerly explores it. The tongue works over Derek's hefty member along with those hairy balls. For a moment Derek completely forgets about training and being devoured. Instead he enjoys Scott's unorthodox BJ. Derek moans loudly when he finally does blow his load. It covers himself in an extra layer of werewolf flavor.

Scott watches Derek's legs go limp from his orgasm. The younger wolf tips his head back to swallow Derek's manhood. He definitely enjoys Derek spunk boosting the experience. Scott's cheeks soon expand when Derek's bodacious bottom enters. Scott licks over the perky peach and is thrilled to have it saliva soaked. Seeing how he won't get another chance like this soon, Scott slaps Derek's ass to leave his handprint. Then a dominant gulp sends it down to join the rest of Derek's body.

Scott enjoys those hairy thighs and calves slipping into his mouth. Most of Derek was curled up inside of his belly now just waiting for the inevitable. The young Alpha lazily sucks on Derek's legs like a pair of noodles. There was no doubt that he had won and proved his dominance over Derek. Now he was just enjoying his werewolf snack. Soon, the only thing left on the outside of Scott's mouth is Derek's large socked feet. Scott opens up his mouth wide and enjoys the spicy flavor through the socks. The saliva soaks the fabric and elevates the final part of Derek's devourment. Scott's tongue even tickles Derek and elicits some giggles from the grumpy werewolf. Thrilled with his domination over Derek, Scott swallows the last bit of Derek.

Scott falls down onto his back as Derek rounds out his belly. Scott's sweaty tan belly occasionally bounces with Derek getting used to his new environment. Scott's hands rub from the happy trail to the navel. Once Scott finds where Derek's head is, he gives it a soft pat. The young werewolf licks his lips as a lazy smirk stays permanently on Scott's face. With Derek trapped in his belly, all Scott had to do was relax and digest.

“Well Derek, looks like I won round 5. And I think this is going to be the last one for-”

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPP!

Scott unleashes a deep burp from his chest. It was raunchy and disgusting, Scott's spittle flying everywhere inside the training room. His belly squeezes down on Derek even more. Scott feels something sticky splat against his tummy when it's all over. Looking down he could see the soaking socks of Derek. He decides to keep them there as he gives his belly a proud slap.

“-Now.”

Scott puts one arm behind his head as he shuts his eyes. His other hand rests permanently on top of his engorged belly. It possessively rubs over Derek, his food. Scott Young's from the exertion of dominating and devouring such a big prey. He smacks his lips one final time before drifting off to sleep. Soon the sound of snoring and happy gurgling fills the room. All of it coming from that sleeping Alpha with a self-indulgent smile on his face.

#male pred #male prey #male vore #fandom vore #teen wolf vore #oral vore #DerekHaleprey #ScottMcCallPred #derek hale prey #same size vore #gay vore #Scott McCall Pred

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therhythmafterthesummer · 1 year ago

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How do you think Chris (pre getting together) would have comforted her on a bad mental health day or on a day where she’s sad?

I’m in my feels rn and am in need of some wolfie comfort immediately 😤😤😤

P.S - Love you, Rhythm! Hope you’re doing well always! 🩷

- N. 💄

sorry i held onto this one for so long! i just really wanted to write something for it. here's how i think that would go...

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~2k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · roomies idiots to ??? · fluff · hurt/comfort · pre-relationship scenario

minors do not interact.

Fridays were supposed to be the days to unwind. They were supposed to be the day in which you could let loose and forget about work for the next forty-eight hours. At least, you figured they were supposed to be like that for most people.

This Friday particularly, though, had been absolute hell. The whole week had felt like you’d been impersonating Sisyphus and work had been your boulder. You supposed some weeks just… were like that.

Tonight, all you wanted to do was sit in your room, in the dark–preferably in complete silence and just be nothing. If anyone else came to you and so much as muttered a word you were sure you’d break down and start weeping right then and there.

Which was why, as soon as you found yourself in your flat, you went straight to your room. There was no energy left for showers or baths. All you did was take off your clothes and bury yourself under the covers.

You had a total of ten minutes of complete silence before the front door practically burst open and boisterous voices filled your home. It kick-started a twitch in your left eye, it had frustration tears pooling on your waterline, but you couldn’t just… ruin their fun.

You supposed this was the downside of having a roommate. And not only was he a roommate, but he also happened to be the alpha of a pack of wolves, which meant that more often than not your friends and neighbours made themselves at home.

It was fine. That was fine. You loved your friends, you loved to hang out with them and joke and have little parties in your flat. You loved them all, you knew it very well. But, tonight, every little noise they made made you absolutely furious, which made you feel worse because, logically, you shouldn’t be feeling furious at something like this.

Dealing with these conflicting feelings was hard, so you tried your best to just… tune everything out. With your pillow over your head to muffle any sound as best as you could, you laid on your bed, fully naked, probably leaving mascara stains on your pillowcase, but you honestly couldn’t be bothered to care.

You managed to mute all background noise… the downside was that you’d done so by replaying events of the week over and over again in your head. How you dropped your coffee mug in the middle of the lunch room on Tuesday, that very passive aggressive email one of your colleagues sent you, how you’d stumbled over your words in a meeting today…

It felt like your heart was preparing itself for a marathon with how fast it was beating, but for the most part, you were trying to ignore it. You were trying to ignore everything.

At least, until you heard a knock on your door.

“You up, pretty girl?”

Your roommate’s voice was slightly muffled, but you heard him well. Any other day, you would’ve probably felt your mood immediately lift at the sound of his gentle voice and the pet name he often used to refer to you. But, today, you couldn’t even find it in you to answer.

Eventually, you heard him walking away, and it was honestly like a weight had been lifted off of your chest.

Which, again, made you feel horrible.

You loved your friends, and your roommate was no exception. Although, you weren’t sure if it was fair to compare the feelings you had for your friends to the ones you had for him…

Regardless, the fact that you felt relieved that you didn’t have to talk to him made you feel terrible. The rational part of your brain knew that this was all due to your exhaustion, but even that couldn’t push away the feeling that you were a horrible friend because you were annoyed by his presence.

Your phone vibrated next to your head, and you immediately sighed in response.

You were tired and cranky… but you were also chronically nosy. So you picked up your phone and read the notification on the screen.

> Xtopher 🐺: hey pretty > were gonna watch an episode of that series Felix likes > feel free to join us if you want :]

You figured it was easy for your roommate, Chris, to know you were home. You’d left your shoes at the entrance, and, considering his supernatural senses, you were pretty sure he could always hear and smell whenever you were here.

You genuinely appreciated that Chris took the time to send you a text, it somehow reminded you that he wouldn’t just hate you all of the sudden because you didn’t respond to him when he knocked on your door–it probably wasn’t even the first time you’d done that, anyway.

Sleep wasn’t going to claim you anytime soon, and you were out of spoons for the day, but you’d be damned if you slept without removing your make-up. So you spent the next hour rummaging the metaphorical drawer that was your brain, just so you could hopefully find that last emergency spoon you knew would be buried under the events of the week.

By the time you’d found it, a while had passed since you’d heard your neighbours saying their goodbyes, and your roommate going in and out of the shower.

You had to do this now. If you didn’t stand up from this bed right now, you’d break your one and only self-care rule. You couldn’t let the mean part of your brain win, you just couldn’t… Your week had already been bad enough, you had to have at least one win.

So you stood up from your bed, threw on the first sleeping gown you found, and left your room.

Cleaning your face was honestly a blur. You tried to do it as fast and efficiently as possible. While you did, you debated on whether or not you had enough energy to even eat tonight, but, ultimately, you really didn’t. You weren’t even hungry, just zero appetite.

So you made it back into your room as soon as your face was clean so you could put moisturiser on your face–there was no energy left for any fancy skin care routines, so moisturiser it was. If you had to put on any extra products you’d start crying for real…

“Hey”.

“Jesus!” You whipped your head towards the door, with your hands still on your cheeks where they’d been rubbing in your moisturiser.

Chris stood at your door looking at you, wide-eyed, dressed in nothing but his lounging shorts. Any other day, the sight of his bare chest would’ve agitated the critters that had been living rent-free in your belly lately.

As it was right now, you were starting to feel genuine distress in his presence. Which, once again, made you feel like a horrible friend. Distress wasn’t an emotion that you would’ve associated with Chris in normal circumstances, but you figured this week had gone backwards enough for it to be today.

You swallowed, and turned back to look at yourself in the mirror, focusing on finishing tonight’s pathetic excuse of a skin care routine.

“You alright?” Chris’ tone was… tentative. Almost like he knew you were, in fact, not alright.

You lied anyway.

“M’fine…”

When you finished with your face, you walked right past Chris and into the bathroom to wash your hands. ‘Spread what’s left on your hands to moisturise them, too…’ you could hear your mother’s voice ringing in the back of your mind, but, honestly? If you had to deal with the feeling of cream on your hands for a second longer you’d commit crimes.

As you washed your hands, you felt Chris’ presence behind you, right outside the bathroom.

“You sure?”

“Positive”, you were, clearly, not fine. But you didn’t want to continue this conversation further, if you did, you feared what might come out of your mouth.

“Y’know you can talk to me, ri–”

“Yes! Yes, I know. I know, Chris. I really do, but I don’t want to do that, you know? I don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna hear, don’t wanna really exist for what’s left of the day, okay?! Maybe it’s better if you mind your own business instead!”

God, you were the worst person on the planet… Here he was, worrying about you like he always did, offering comfort and support, and you weren’t even capable of keeping the annoyance out of your voice, you couldn’t even stop yourself from saying things you didn’t really mean. Why did you let it escalate so quickly? Another one for the tally of Stupid Things I Did This Week that you can sulk over later…

Chris stared at you for a moment, with his eyebrows high on his forehead, opening and closing his mouth for a bit.

A knot started to form in your throat, and no matter how hard you tried to swallow it and ignore its presence, you just… couldn’t.

“My God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you…” You sighed deeply, pressing your fingertips on your eye sockets. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, I’m just so, so exhausted, and I just… I need some silence, okay? I appreciate you asking, but I really need to just… be quiet. I need you to know it’s not you, this is completely on me, but please would you just… not talk to me?”

You really felt like you wanted to cry, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole… Especially because Chris wasn’t saying anything. Which was a very stupid reaction to have when you had just asked him to not talk to you.

When you removed your fingers from your face, you jolted on the spot at the sight in front of you.

You knew Chris was a werewolf. Hell, you’d seen him in his wolf form numerous times already, but sometimes it was hard not to be startled by it.

Chris sat on the floor of the hall, right outside the bathroom, looking you right in the eyes while his tail swished from side to side on the tiles.

You wondered if he’d even fit through the doorway. He was so… big. So big, and so… so cute.

The logical reaction would’ve been to be at least a bit intimidated. He was pretty much at eye-level with you, he was stronger than you, he could very well hurt you with a snap of his jaw, but his eyes were just the same. Gentle, comforting… You were sure that if there’d been twenty more wolves next to him, you would’ve been able to tell him apart from the rest just by his eyes.

Chris whined, and he stomped on the floor with his paw to get your attention. You blinked at him for a bit, and only then did you notice you had actually started to tear up.

Chris whined again, and then huffed. That seemed to be enough to snap you out of it. You could feel your lower lip wobble, but you still walked closer to him, leaving the bathroom to stand in the hall with him.

As soon as you were out of the bathroom he stood on his four legs, and walked further into your space to nudge your hand with his nose. It was odd, really, but looking at him like this seemed to ease some of that squeezing sensation in your chest.

The realisation that he wouldn’t be able to talk to you while in his wolf form was steadily helping you calm down, or, maybe… It was more so the fact that he was trying to respect your wishes, while also not leaving you completely on your own.

“M’sorry…” You apologised again, because you truly were sorry.

There was a small part of you that always worried that days like these would make him suddenly realise you were the worst roommate on the planet, that maybe you were a horrible friend. But, deep down, you knew he wouldn’t hold it against you. That was just the type of man Chris was.

With a minute shake of your head, you placed a hand under his jaw to support his head, and the other on top so you could scratch him behind the ears. Just because you could.

Even if Chris wouldn’t outright admit it to you, you knew he liked it. His wagging tail was more than proof of that.

“Are you my emotional support animal now?” You mumbled, tears were still running down your cheeks, but only sporadically now.

Chris just huffed, and if you looked hard enough, you could’ve sworn there was amusement in his eyes.

He removed himself from your space and turned in circles a couple of times before he was gently taking your wrist in his mouth. You could feel his teeth barely poke your skin, but you could tell he was being very careful.

He pulled a bit. You figured it was his way of telling you to follow him, so you started to walk. Only then did Chris let go of your wrist to start making his way down the hall.

Wiping the tears on your face–ignoring both the discarded lounge shorts by the bathroom door and the fact that you most definitely ruined tonight’s minimal skin care with your tears–you followed Chris to the living room.

As soon as he was in front of the sofa, he nudged the coffee table away with his head, and grabbed one of the blankets you left in a basket nearby to throw it on the floor. He spun on the spot a couple of times, before he plopped down and started pawing at the floor, looking right at you.

You wanted to cry again, but this time, it wasn’t because you were overwhelmed or frustrated. It was just the fact that Chris was… offering comfort cuddles. In his wolf form… in a form that’d make it so he not only wouldn’t talk, but would just be essentially a heated pile of fluff.

And you really, really appreciated it. Mostly because it made you feel like less of a failure, like you weren’t such a horrible friend after all.

Ignoring the fluttering in your heart, you made your way to where he was, took another blanket from the basket, and laid down.

With your head leaning on him, feeling him breathing steadily under you, you simply stared at the ceiling. You weren’t sure if it was the fact that you were laying on the floor, or just his warmth, but after a while, you started to calm down.

Your eyelids felt heavy, you could barely hear anything that wasn’t Chris’ quiet huffs. Eventually, he moved. You lowered your head to the floor for a moment while he took a cushion from the sofa and dropped it next to you, which you took as a sign to use it as a pillow.

Once you were comfortably laying down again with your cushion and your blanket, he simply curled around your body, keeping you warm.

You felt your heart swell, maybe even beat a bit faster against your ribcage, and as you cuddled closer to the big lump of fluff that was your roommate, you couldn’t help but mumble a quiet ‘Thank you…’ right before you fell asleep.

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nehime · 5 months ago

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❝𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀❞

summary : 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

tags: 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 ; 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

“Shh, (y/n) it’s okay, you’ll be fine”

Will you? 2 months, it’s been 2 months since you’ve been hearing this voice in the back of your mind. It’s like it’s haunting you. It’s like a gospel you have to repeat everyday. “Am i really fine? Without-“

Yes you are. You have to be. You have to be strong and healthy for the sake of-

Every night you cry yourself to sleep, looking at the empty side of your bed with teary eyes. Eyes red and swollen every morning.

“No no! You’re not right! You can’t leave me!”

2 months since you started crying nonstop, why? What- No, who is so important to you for crying every night, every morning? Hugging your pillow as if it was-

-Him

Nanami Kento. The love of your life that swore he’ll never leave you, never let you alone in this cruel world. You wanted to end it all. Is this what lovesick people felt? Is this what people who’s crazy in love feel after their love leaves them?

No he’s not a bad person, even if it was his last breath, his mind was only you, you, you and you. Even though he’s dying, all his worries are about you, you and you. You should stay alive for him. That’s what he said.

You were out here, no one knows where. You followed Nanami’s location. It’s past 4 in the middle of the night. Speeding your car up as you drove past the trees and buildings, looking over to the signal if you’re getting closer.

As you followed his location, it took you to an empty road. You parked the vehicle as you ran up the mountain, looking for any signs of him. You were in the middle of the woods, hearing bears growling, wolves howling. You’re scared to death, but you’re not dying until you find him.

It started to rain, storms were pouring heavily. You flinched when a huge tree fell down because of the storm. ‘No no no, stay strong, stay safe—for him!’ You repeated it like a mantra, your hair and clothes soaked in the rain as you kept on climbing up the mountain.

—

Boulder and blood.

Nanami leaned down to the ground, breathing heavily as blood seeped out from his abdomen. You ran to him, holding his head in your arms as you embraced him, tears rolling down your face along with the raindrops. His blood streamed down the puddle as he struggled to speak.

“Love, Lis—fuck—ten” He breathlessly mouthed, his hand resting on your chin as you shook your head in disbelief, not wanting to hear him.

“Don’t say anything! You’re not dying! Please!” You sobbed, as his touch lingered on your chin. You don’t want to let him go. Not like this. He promised you a happy life. Is the jujutsu world really this cruel? Do they have to take him away from you.

“We’ll m-meet…again i—breathe—i..promise. J-Just…stay alive…for me, please” He smiled as he kissed you, using up his last vitality before falling back. You catched his head right before it hit the boulder, not believing your mind as warm tears poured down your face. “No no! You’re not right! You can’t leave me!” You hugged him tightly, as if you were locking his soul within your heart as his blood stained your clothes.

It’s not love..if it hurts…it’s not love if his soul isn’t here. Isn’t here with you.

a/n: short angst cause i can’t write shit

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rs-hawk · 10 months ago

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I feel like FtM monsters are pretty rare, even in the admitely niche context of trans monsters

I love FtM monsters. My favorite FtM piece I’ve done is this piece about an Orc Husband! I’ve only done a handful here but I’ll definitely be doing more, including this post.

Átahsaiais

You had grown up hearing the stories about the cannibalistic demon who lived in the mountains. A giant as tall as three men, with the strength of ten. He would snatch you up and eat you, cooking you into a stew and using your bones as tooth picks. The stories made you shudder, but they never stopped you from exploring.

You decided to go hiking in those mountains, and a long hike turned into an overnight camping trip, where you took refuge in a cave. You giggled to yourself as you thought about how the stories talked about a young woman getting trapped in a cave and having to rely on a God to save her from Átahsaiais. As the memories of the way the stories sounded coming from your grandmother’s lips filled your head, you drifted off to sleep.

When you were woken up, it was still dark out, but there was a sort of pounding sound coming from outside. It sounded like foot steps. Suddenly, you were glad you had forgotten a flashlight. Crawling on your belly, trying to be quiet and remain out of sight, you approached the mouth of the cave. Just outside, you saw a monstrous sight.

A creature that was so tall that it was blocking much of the moonlight. Gray, stringy hair that fell in thick ropes down his knobby and cracked skin. You swallowed back a stunned cry as his head turned, catching you in his line of vision.

You were frozen in place, and while you knew if you scooted back you would be out of his reach, you couldn’t move. Átahsaiais. A true monster amongst monsters.

With a large hand, he swiftly pulled you out of the cave, his breath making you cringe and he brought you up to his face. “Human,” he said in a growl that send shivers down your spine. “Woman. Why are you here?”

You swallowed hard before babbling about your hike. How you stayed out too late. Started it too late in the day. You just wanted to get some sleep before going home. Fat tears rolled down your face as you choke back sobs and he just… laughed. He set you down, your knees trembling so badly you almost fall.

“You will be caught by much worse than me if you stay out here,” he said, his voice rough like the way boulders sound when they start to fall.

You were unsure, but the sound of a howl ripping through the air made you jump closer to him. He chuckled as he curled a large hand, nearly the size of your entire body, around your torso to guide you. Soon enough you’re in his home, now a warm and well lived in cottage. You expected something more… terrifying.

He sat you down, pushing a cup of hot water into your hands before he disappeared behind a curtain of beads, seashells, and gemstones. He grumbled out a good night and told you to sleep wherever you like out there as the swinging curtain slowed. You felt relieved but also oddly disappointed. He was supposed to be a man eating monster and, what? He saved you from wolves, brought you to his home, and then decided to go to bed and offered you to sleep as well?

After a little while, with the fire dying down, you decided to at least sneak a peek at what his room is like. You imagined it being decorated with the bones of his victims and enemies, but it wasn’t. Instead, where you expected skulls and bones, there were vines that hung from the ceiling, with blooming flowers. A small hole in the wall, functioning as a window, had a bird’s nest tucked away in it.

You couldn’t decide how you felt as you slipped deeper into the room. The sounds you heard as you did you attributed to the small hole once you saw it, until you saw Átahsaiais on his bed. Two of his large, rough fingers were pushing in and out of his dripping cunt as his other hand teased and played with his t-dick.

Your mouth watered as you watched the way his chest heaved, his thick, gray, porcupine quill like hair splayed around his head- his eyes clenched shut with his mouth slightly open. Of their own accord, your feet took you to his bed. That was when you hesitated, but a sharp intake of breath from him told you he was close, and you wanted to help so badly that you couldn’t explain it.

You crawled between his legs, finally admitting your presence to him. His fingers and hand faltered for a moment before you fixed your mouth around the tip of his t-dick, struggling a bit with how much thicker it is than a regular human cock.

“Little Human,” he grunted slightly, his hand twitching at the base of his t-dick before he slid it to the back of your head, encouraging you to take more of it down your throat.

When he came, you couldn’t help but moan in excitement. It felt so good to know you’d helped him. A wet spot had formed between your own legs, which clearly hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. In seconds, he had you pinned to his bed made of feathers and animal hides, his hands easily ripping off your pants before his fat tongue eases inside of you.

You see stars. His tongue itself was bigger a than a human’s cock, and the way he coaxed orgasm out of orgasm out of you made you realize why he was called a man eater.

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frayaziwriter · 23 days ago

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I'm A Spider - Wait, What?

Chapter 4

While Rimuru was busy gathering the ‘troops’, you decided to split off and set up defenses with your webs.

First came a series of traps. You’re not sure how strong a Direwolf’s sense of smell is, but you’re hoping the natural smell of the earth and plants will cover up any scents from you or your webs. And if they end up smelling through the covers, then a whole bunch of traps will slow them down. It should give you enough time to finish up the village’s defenses.

You dug up pits and placed covers made from plants and sticks that were held together with a little bit of your Sticky Thread. Next, you shoved all of the extracted rock and dirt from the pits into web nets. You attached those to trip wires and hid them in the branches above.

Then you placed nets under more leafy covers to catch unsuspecting wolves and trap them high in the air. And finally, you cut down a few trees and stripped them of all branches before stringing them up to trip wires and securing them to trees and boulders. The pack of Direwolves was coming from the east, so you placed all of these traps everywhere you could think in that direction in the hopes that at least one of them would be sprung.

It was mid-morning when you started, but by the time you were finished, the sun was setting.

‘Okay, I think that should do it.’ You thought, gazing over the last of the traps. You had started further into the forest and made your way back to the village as you placed them. ‘Rimuru! The traps are all set!’

‘Is that why you disappeared?! Nice thinking!’ You skittered back inside the village gates. ‘Things here are going...smoothly. Well, as smooth as it can go with untrained and terrified Goblins.’

Rimuru turned from his spot on a rock, the elder and his son beside him. In front of him laid a map. “Hey! Mind showing where you placed the traps?”

The elder gasped. “Miss Spider, did you really? Thank you!” You waved a claw around. ‘Of course, I did. It’s a smart thing to do, and I can make traps. Oh, speaking of which..’ You turned your attention to the map and placed a claw delicately on the paper. ‘So, they’re coming from the east, right? I didn’t know where exactly they would come from, so I placed traps pretty much everywhere. If they don’t fall for them, then they’ll at least be slowed down. It should give us more time to prepare.’

“Nice work!” Rimuru hopped happily in his place. You perked up and clapped your forelegs together with a clang. “We’ve been fortifying the village with a fence while you were gone. Think you can help me out with some Steel Thread?”

‘Of course! Let’s go!’ <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

The moon was high in the sky by the time the wolves arrived.

You had perched yourself on the gate as soon as the sun went down, looking out to the forest for any sign of the pack. The Goblins stood behind the fence with Rimuru waiting just outside the gate.

An hour after the sun disappeared from view, an echoing, yelping howl pierced the air. The Goblins whimpered in fear. You reached out a claw and delicately set it upon an invisible string, one of many Steel Threads connecting to the traps you had laid hours earlier. They were situated up high in the treetops to avoid detection by the Direwolves.

If you could grin, you would be sporting one of the feral kind.

‘A trap has been sprung.’ A gasp rose from the crowd. Rimuru nodded, turning back to the Goblins. “Everyone, keep your wits about you! I want you all to stay vigilant no matter how far off they are!”

“YES, LORD RIMURU!”

The next few hours passed like this. A howl of pain or shock would echo through the forest, followed shortly by vibration on an invisible string. You would keep a careful eye as the wolves made their way to the village and update your friend on the wolves’ whereabouts. ‘Rimuru, it seems like they’re taking the direct route. All of the strings in that direction keep vibrating.’

‘Did you put enough traps there?’ You nodded. ‘Of course, I did. The direct route has the most traps.’

Rimuru hummed. ‘How far out are they?’ A string was plucked, a howl rose, and you hissed. ‘They’re close now. About thirty minutes.’

He sighed, melting a little. ‘Good. Thanks.’

‘Of course!’

And then the wolves arrived forty minutes later.

You could see their forms bounding through the underbrush and appearing over crests of small hills. ‘They’re here everyone. Get ready!’ The Goblins jolted. “Wh-What?” The elder’s son exclaimed. “Where are they? I can’t see them!” You glanced down at them. ‘They can’t? Then how come I can?’

[Answer; the Jorogomo species have adapted to caves with little to no light. Giant Spiders can see in darkness just as well as they can in light. This is the {Skill; Night Vision}.]

‘Oh. Right, forgot about that. So that means they can’t see very well right now. That makes this whole situation much more dangerous.’ You huffed. ‘Rimuru?’

‘Yeah?’

‘I can see the wolves, but the Goblins can’t. This is dangerous. We should send them deeper into the village.’ Rimuru nodded. ‘Good idea.’

Suddenly, the wolves stopped advancing. You could feel their gazes piercing you and you let out a soft hiss. ‘They stopped. What do we do?’

Rimuru bounced forward. “Turn back now, and nobody gets hurt! This is your only warning!” He called out. You almost smacked your claw against your face again. ‘Seriously? That’s all you’re going to do?’ The Slime flinched back from you. ‘W-Well...’

A howl broke out, and suddenly the pack of wolves was tearing over the grassy hills. You hopped down from the gate and brandished your claws. You and Rimuru stood on either side of the gate, purposefully drawing their attention to you. ‘You ready, (Y/N)?’

‘Ready as I’ll ever be!’

‘Then let’s get this party started!’

The first wave of wolves yelped and fell to the ground with whimpers as they ran into the final two lines of defense.

-“So, the plan is to tire them out and whittle their numbers down with traps laid throughout the forest,” Rimuru called out to the surrounding Goblins. Behind him, you scuttled about on a board of wood Rimuru helped you make. A huge handmade map was tacked to it, and as he spoke, you tapped the areas where the traps were, “Then if they get through the traps, we’ll hit them with arrows and a skill we call Steel Threads.”

You scurry to the other side of the map where the village was drawn and tapped the ink fence. “I want you all to stay behind the fence.” The Goblins nodded along, but the elder’s son raised his hand. “And if they get through it?”

“They won’t. Trust us.” Your friend reassured him, yet you could see the doubt crossing the Goblins’ faces. You hopped down next to Rimuru and hissed.

The Goblins turned to you. ‘We spent weeks in the Sealed Cave using this skill against giant monsters who wanted to eat us. You can trust the plan; the Steel Threads will hold.’

Rimuru nodded beside you. “Exactly what she said! Those wolves won’t know what hit them!”

A cheer rose in the huddled Goblins at this. You nudged Rimuru, who nudged you back, in relief. You managed to motivate and reassure your new people. Great. Now all you had to do is execute the plan.

Shouldn’t be too hard.-

Blood dripped from the thin strings, and the rest of the first wave of wolves were shot down with arrows from the Goblins. You clicked your chelicerae together in your new form of a grin.

The plan was going smoothly.

A new set of thoughts infiltrated your mind, and you assumed the pack leader was using Thought Communication. ‘What’s that?’ Rimuru was kind enough to answer him. “It’s our skills; Steel Thread!”

‘This is your doing?!’ Rimuru wiggled, puffing himself up. “That’s right!”

The pack leader growled. ‘A puny monster dares to attack us?! I will squash you like a bug!’ And with that, he lunged forward, biting through the taut strings. You screeched in indignation. ‘Pot, meet kettle!’ You twirled your forelegs around some loose strings you made just for this and tugged.

With a growl, the pack leader pounced on Rimuru, but he was caught mid-air. Rimuru wobbled in place. ‘Thanks, (Y/N)! That was perfectly timed!’ You nodded.

The wolf struggled, growling. “And that’s Sticky Thread.” You hissed while the leader continued to struggle against your strings. ‘This won’t...stop me!’

‘Yes, it will.’ You tightened the strings with a light tug. The wolf growled in response. ‘Not even you can escape a spider’s trap when it’s sprung.’

‘Damn you, bug!’ You clicked. ‘Not a bug. I’m a badass Jorogomo. Get it straight.’

Another wolf, this one with a star pattern on its forehead, cried out. ‘Father!’ Rimuru and you glanced at each other. “You know, this isn’t a fight you’ll win easily. You have family, a pack to look after. Do you really want to lose everything just for some village?” The Direwolf leader snarled. ‘I’d rather die than back down now!’

The remaining wolves howled at the words of their leader, and they bounded toward the village. Rimuru sighed. “Fine, then.” And then a razor-sharp blade of water sliced off the leader’s head.

You watched blood spray everywhere before the head slowly dropped to the ground, bouncing once. The wolves stopped in the pursuit and all was quiet for a moment. While Rimuru quietly made his way to the head, you let go of the Sticky Threads and allowed the body to fall. A loud growl rose from the ranks of the Direwolves.

“Listen up, Direwolves,” Rimuru shouted across the field to the remaining pack members. “Your boss has been slain! I’ll give you two choices, you can submit or you can die!”

Silence. Then, the one with the star pattern stepped forward with a growl. ‘You killed my father, our pack leader! Submitting without a fight means dishonor on my father’s soul!’

...You gotta admit, that was pretty fucking metal.

And then the wolves rushed forward. Rimuru darted forward, slurping up the dead wolf’s body while you readied more Sticky Threads. The wolves pounced and you pulled on the strings. Each one was snared almost instantly, yelping as the strings tightened on their bodies.

...Despite the cool-ass line Star Wolf spouted, it was kinda lame how they all got captured instantly..

The wolves howled and snarled, snapping their jaws at the two of you. Rimuru glowed and a black mist overtook him. It dissipated and out stepped another Direwolf. The real wolves quieted down and your Slime friend let out a growl. ‘Hear me! I will show you mercy just this once! If you refuse to yield to me, then I’ll allow you the chance to turn tail and run!” And with that, he opened his newly acquired maw and roared.

The sound washed over the wolves, buffetting their coats. It ended up loosening the strings holding them up, and they all fell to the ground. You watched as they impressively stood their ground against Rimuru’s menacing roar and slowly crept closer.

Just as he paused to take a breath, all the wolves laid down with their heads on their paws and their tails tucked as close to the ground as they possibly could.

‘WE YIELD. OUR PACK WILL NOW SERVE YOU.’

You plopped down onto your stomach. ‘Yaaaay, we won.. God, I’m starving. Can we celebrate?’

“That’s it?” The elder Goblin muttered. “We won? Just like that?” Rimuru reverted to his original form and landed with a bounce. “Yup! All’s good in the Goblin hood!”

And then a cheer rose up in the Goblin village, and all the Goblins dropped their weapons and embraced each other in relief. You turned to Rimuru and poked him. ‘I’m hungry. We should get some food. Celebration time.’

“Good idea. Hey, wolves!” You saw their ears perk up. “You said you’ll serve me, right? Well then, the first order of business! Mind hunting something real quick? We’re going to celebrate our newfound peace! You’re welcome to join in.”

Star Wolf raised his head. ‘You would welcome us into your homes even though we came to kill you all?’ Rimuru tilted his body. “Uh? Yeah? Now that you serve me, you’re a part of our village. This is the beginning of a new friendship despite the rocky start! It makes sense for you lot to join in on our celebrations from now on. Besides, you must be hungry after all that fighting!” Star Wolf’s tail slowly started wagging. ‘T-Thank you.. You are so kind. Right!’ He stood up and howled. ‘We shall go and hunt something for this celebration! Let’s go, pack!’

‘Hold up!’ You raise a claw, still splayed out on your stomach. The wolves paused and turned to you. ‘There are some wolves stuck in traps, right? I’ll come with you to free them.’

Star Wolf’s tail wagged harder. ‘Thank you, little spider! Then let us be off!’ He darted forward to gently pick you up before placing you on his back. With one last howl, the pack with you clutching tightly to Star Wolf’s fur ran back into the forest to rescue their pack members and hunt something for the impromptu celebration.

‘Holy crap, slow down! I’m about to fall off! Woaaaah!’ <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

The night was a beautiful one.

The stars were shining bright and the moon was a beautiful shade of silver.

It was peaceful. But then it wasn’t.

Screams rang out as fire engulfed homes. The people ran, sprinting away from the chaos while the warriors stayed to fight. But it was futile. Orcs in metal armor broke through their hastily made lines and slaughtered all they came across. Soon, there was no one left.

Only a small group of six escaped in the night.

Their eyes hardened in their grief and anguish as they watched their homes and people burn to the ground.

And when they left, they swore blood. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

The next day, Rimuru had everyone gather together. He stared out at the sea of wolves and Goblins and hummed.

You and the village elder stood on either side of the block of wood he sat upon. You were busy cleaning your claws of grime when Rimuru spoke up. “Listen up, everyone!” All the Goblins and wolves perked up, turning to him as a hush fell over the group. “Okay! Here’s what we’re going to do about the living situation! I’m gonna have you all pair up!”

Murmurs broke out among the crowd at this. Rimuru tilted his body to the side as he inspected them. “You seem confused..”

“We’re not sure what you mean by the term ‘pair up’, Lord Rimuru.” The elder cut in with a confused smile on his face. “Ah! I see. You’ll form groups of two.” More murmurs. You raised a now clean foreleg and trilled.

‘Oh! You mean the Goblins and wolves will live and work together in groups of two, right? For bonding?’ Rimuru bounced in place while the crowd shared looks and murmurs. “Exactly! To fully integrate the Direwolf pack into our village and to provide protection!” You tapped your claws together. ‘We could probably make a guard with these pairs later on! Or maybe a hunting party!’ The crowd gasped, quickly agreeing to both you and Rimuru.

“Alright! Yesterday’s enemy is today’s friend! From this day forward, I want you all to work together and get along. Got it?”

“YES!”

Rimuru nodded once in satisfaction. “So, help each other out and have each other’s backs! Anyway, moving on. Next, we’ll need to figure out food, shelter, and clothing. We should form teams to hunt and gather food, build new houses, and probably get some people to work on strengthening the village’s defenses.”

‘Oh! I can head the building or defense party!’ You say, sticking your claw up. “Great! Thanks, bud!” Then Rimuru turned back to the crowd. “Then let’s start with... Yo elder, do you guys have names or what?” The elder Goblin shook his head.

“Well, it’s very unusual for monsters to have names, but even without names we can still communicate our thoughts to one another.”

‘So that’s a ‘no’.’

“Ohh, that’s cool..” You snorted at that. “Still though, it’ll be easier if you all had names, so if it’s okay with you guys, I think I’ll just give you some.” At this, the crowd gasped, murmurs breaking out. Even the elder whipped his head around to stare incredulously at Rimuru. “Wait, really?! But, are you certain you want to give us all a name?”

“Uh. Yeah?” And the crowd went ballistic. You flinched back at the sheer volume of the celebrating monsters. ‘U-Um. Chiron, why are they so excited?’

[Answer; Naming others is a dangerous process. Once the individual known as “Rimuru Tempest” Names a monster in a Master-Subordinate bond, a large number of magicules will be transferred from his body to theirs. This is dangerous because monsters primarily live on magicules. If monsters run out, they will die.]

‘..Oh. Oh, shit!’ You tap a claw on Rimuru’s gelatinous body. ‘Rimuru, buddy, are you sure this is a good idea?’ The Slime nodded. ‘Uh, yeah. Why?’

‘It’s just...Chiron says this is a dangerous process.’ Rimuru paused. ‘Did it say anything else?’ You shrugged. ‘Um, monsters run on magicules, run out you’ll die, and a Master-Subordinate bond will require your magicules. I think that’s it?’

‘I see.’ Rimuru shook his head. ‘But I can’t take back my word now. I’ll name them until I need a break, okay?’ You hissed. ‘You better be careful.’

‘Got it!’ He turned back to the celebrating monsters for a moment. ‘Hey, you implied there’s more than one kind of bond.’ You clicked your claws together. ‘I did? Huh.’

Rimuru was silent for a moment. You both watched as the Goblins and wolves slowly calmed down. ‘Great Sage says there is more than one kind. There’s something called ‘Equal Naming’.’ You tilted your head and he turned back to you. “I’d like to Name you first. Do you accept?”

Flinching, you chirp. ‘What? Me, too?!’ The smaller monster huffed. “Well, yeah. We’re friends, right? Of course, I wanna Name you!”

The elder’s son cut in. “Alright, everyone! Let’s make a line after Miss Spider!” You panicked as the Goblins all excitedly ran behind you, tripping over themselves on the way. Glancing behind you, you let out a sigh. ‘I guess I don’t really have a choice but to accept, huh? Alright, friend. Name me.’ The Goblins and wolves cheered at your answer and you all watched with bated breath as Rimuru pondered over a fitting name.

“How about, ‘(Y/N) Anansi’?” You shrugged. ‘Sure, why not?’

And then you gasped as a golden light started emitting from your body and an indescribable feeling engulfed you. It sounded absolutely crazy, but it was almost as if the name your dear friend gifted you had stamped itself across your very soul. Like, a brand or a tattoo announcing to the whole world who you were exactly. It was..surreal..

The monsters behind you cheered once again. Crawling to the side, you inspect yourself.

‘Well? How do you feel?’ You trilled. ‘Different, but also not. Stronger? Yeah, definitely stronger.’

“Alright! Next!” The elder and his son ended up being after you, and you silently watched on as they became Rigurd and Rigur the Second respectively. You clapped your claws together respectively when the two bowed to Rimuru in thanks.

Then the Goblins were done and Named. You cheered along with the Goblins off to the side, carefully throwing your claws up with them.

But then it was the wolves’ turn. You watched carefully as Rimuru went through name ideas for Star Wolf, who was front and center. You had noticed he was starting to melt a little, so you stuck close by his side. “From now on, you’ll be Ranga!” The wolf started glowing and his tail wagged back and forth. ‘Ranga..’

And then what you feared was going to happen, happened. Rimuru cried out as his body completely melted into a puddle.

Cries rose out as the monsters surrounding you all panicked. Smacking a claw over your face, you jumped onto Ranga’s back and shrieked. ‘Hold up! No panicking! Let’s all just calm down and think rationally!’

“B-But, Lady (Y/N)-” Rigur the Second stammered, and you pointed a claw at him.

‘First off, just ‘(Y/N)’ is fine. Second, to help Rimuru best we need clear minds. So calm down! Panicking is not going to help anyone!’ The monsters glanced at each other before nodding. “RIGHT!”

You jumped off of Ranga’s back. ‘Sorry about that, Ranga.’

‘It is fine!’ He replied, his tail wagging. You trill at the adorable sight before skittering back over to Rimuru. Poking him once, then twice, you groaned. ‘He’s out. I doubt he’ll be waking anytime soon, too.’

“But, what if he’s dead?” A Goblin girl, Haruna, if you remember correctly, asked. You quickly shot that down. ‘No! We are not thinking about that! Positive thoughts only!’

You couldn’t help but mentally scold yourself. You’re starting to sound like a hypocrite..

-“Ah, come on, (Y/N)!” The nurse before you rolled her eyes as she checked up on you. “Happy thoughts only. How are you going to get healthy with an attitude like that?”-

You shook the memory away and turned to Rigur. ‘First thing first. Is there a hut or something where we can put him in for the time being?’ Rigur snapped to attention and nodded. “Y-Yes, ma’am!” You nodded. ‘Good. Let’s get him in there.’

Some Goblins came forward to help you scoop up the puddle that was Rimuru and move him to the hut Rigur lead you all to. And then you gathered everyone back up and hopped onto the stump Rimuru previously inhabited. Everyone stood at attention as soon as you got yourself situated. ‘Okay, now that that’s dealt with, let’s move on.’

You glanced around at the crowd. ‘Rimuru is currently incapacitated, but it doesn’t mean we can slack off. We still need to organize our hunting, building, and defense parties. I’ll be the head of the building party. Who volunteers for the hunting?’

A hand went up and you pointed a leg at them. ‘Okay, good! You come up here. And who wants to be head of defense?’ Rigur’s hand shot up and you gestured for him to join you. ‘Alright! We got three party heads set up! For the rest of you, I want you all to choose which party you would like to join! No one is allowed to skip out on helping, either! You work or you don’t eat. We don’t currently have the luxury to slack off, so I expect all of you to work as best you can until Rimuru awakens. Understood?’

“YES MA’AM!”

‘Alright, let’s get to work!’ <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

It was later that day when it happened.

You were eating dinner with everyone at the center of the village when a wave of exhaustion hit you like a tidal wave. The slab of meat slipped from your claws and you fell over to one side. Thankfully, you managed to catch yourself before you could faceplant in someone’s lap, but that still garnered attention.

‘Lady (Y/N)?’ Ranga, who you were sitting next to at the time, whined, drawing attention to you. ‘Are you alright?’

‘Y-Yeah, yeah. I’m okay.’

[Notice; evolution requirements met. You are now evolving into a Greater Taratect. Congratulations. Suggestion; find safe place.]

‘Ah, shit.’ You abruptly got to your feet and tried scurrying away to Rimuru’s hut. “A-Ah! Lady (Y/N), what’s wrong?” A Goblin called out just as another wave of exhaustion washed over you. You stumbled even as you threw a, ‘I’m fine!’ over your shoulder. “You’re obviously not, Lady (Y/N)!” That was Rigur. He jumped to his feet and raced over to you. “What is it?!”

[Notice; evolution is now commencing. Notice; you have gained new skills.]

And the world turned black once again. You are really starting to hate evolving. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

‘Passive..breathing?’

Why would you need passive breathing? You’re dying, for god’s sake, what use will that be for you now? You have so many questions.. What will the afterlife be like? Will you go to heaven or hell? Is there even an afterlife?

Man, you wish dying can come with a manual or something. Maybe a teacher or a guide? Like Chiron or Kharon from the Greek myths! There are so many questions you need answered. You hope whoever or whatever helps you across doesn’t mind the maelstrom of queries you’ll hit them with.. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

When you awoke once more, the sun was up.

You groaned and slowly stood up, shaking off the molted exoskeleton. ‘Dammit. Whyyy?’

[Answer; you have evolved into a Greater Taratect. Congratulations. Notice; you have gained new skills.]

‘..Fine. Let’s do it. What are they?’

[Notice; you have acquired the {Skill; Antidote}. This skill gives you the ability to create healing potions out of your venom. They are strictly for venom-related injuries, regardless of what kind it is. You have also acquired the {Skill; Predator’s Sense}. This skill senses those with ill intentions in a limited area. Congratulations.]

‘Wow, that’s..really useful. Like, really really useful. Thanks!’ You chirp back before shaking out your legs. Your stomach growled and you froze. ‘..I guess first things first. Food.’

And with that, you left the little hut you were placed in. You stopped just outside the doorway and stared. Everything felt...smaller. Must be because you grew again. You were only to Rigurd’s hips before you evolved; now you’re eye-level with his shoulders! And your backside is much taller than your head, so you’re even bigger than you thought!

Speaking of Rigurd, you could see the elder talking to some other Goblins. You skittered over to him. ‘Hey, Rigurd.’

The old man jumped and whirled around. If you had eyebrows, they would have shot up at the sight of him.

Rigurd was different now. He had more hair, some liver spots on his head had disappeared, and he no longer needs a cane to walk. And when he spoke, his voice wasn’t as shaky. “Lady (Y/N)! You’re awake! Oh, I’m so glad you’re alright!” You let out a soft trill. ‘Ah, thank you. I’m fine now, I just evolved. It’s not a..fun process for me... Hey, you called me ‘lady’ again.’

“I cannot call you just by your name, my lady! It would be rude to call someone so important to our lord by anything else!” Rigurd replied. You..decided to let it go for now. The elder swiftly led you to the center of the village. “Are you hungry? You’ve been out for a full day, it’s just after breakfast so there should be some food leftover.”

‘Mmm, food..’ Your stomach growled at the reminder and the elder laughed at the sound. “I hear you’re hungry! Good! You’ll be happy to learn that while you and Lord Rimuru were unconscious, we’ve been working as best as we could!” You chittered. ‘With breaks, I presume?’

“Yes, with breaks! We took your words to heart the other day and have been taking fifteen-minute breaks every two hours!” You nodded. ‘That’s good. Has Rimuru woken yet?’

Rigurd shook his head. “Unfortunately, no. It’s been two days and he has yet to show any signs of waking.” Lowering your head in disappointment, you groaned. ‘I see.’

“Lady (Y/N)!” You perked up at the sound of your name and turned to see the hunting party arrive. Many of the Goblins were beaming at the sight of you. One Goblin who you recognize as Rigur hopped off his wolf and jogged over to you. “You’re awake! Good morning!” You trilled out a happy noise and rocked side to side. ‘Good morning! It feels so good to be awake.’

Gobta, another Goblin, came up behind him and nervously looked you over. “Y-You sure got b-big.. You’re a bit b-bigger than one of the w-wolves...”

‘Yup! I evolved into a Greater Taratect! That was why I passed out like that. Sorry if I worried you.’ Rigurd and Rigur jumped to reassure you while Gobta frowned. “So, what exactly are you again?”

You tilt your head to the side. ‘A Jorogumo, like the Obsi - sorry, Black Spiders in the Sealed Cave.’ Your chelicerae clicked together as you thought. ‘Why?’ Gobta waved his hands around.

“N-Nothing much, I was just curious. It does explain why you’re so..big and s-scary lookin’..”

Ah. Right. You glanced down at your clawed legs and imagined what your face might look like. Actually, you have no clue. In your past life, you’ve never seen a spider up close before, and you haven’t seen a mirror or clear water to look into here.. But even so, you must be scary for Goblins since you’re a spider bigger than them. A thought hit you and you tried to discreetly back up from the three Goblins.

“Gobta!” Rigurd was saying. “Don’t just say things like that! It may come off as rude!”

His son nodded frantically. “And Lady (Y/N) is a lady, after all! It’s rude to comment on a lady’s size!” Poor Gobta fearfully glanced between the two, looking like he regretted every single decision he’s made up to this point.

‘No, it’s fine!’ You raise a claw before abruptly placing it back down. ‘He helped me realize I’m probably rather scary to you Goblins, so I apologize if I am.’

“Not at all!” Rigur exclaimed, his father nodding along. You felt like smiling. ‘Thank you, but I still might be to others.’ The two deflated and you gently nudged them with your abdomen in an effort to show your gratitude. ‘Well, I’m off. I’m going to eat then get straight to work! Buh-bye!’

And then you headed to eat.

The three Goblins were left silent for a only moment before Rigurd reached over and smacked the top of Gobta’s head. “You should be ashamed of yourself. You made the lady self-conscious!”

“S-Sorry! Sorry!” <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

The next day was when Rimuru finally woke up from his impromptu nap.

You knew he did because Ranga ended up blowing his hut away by just wagging his tail. (You weren’t quite sure if you should squeal at the cuteness or be afraid of his strength.) Unfortunately, this also sent Rimuru flying. You ended up having to use your Double Jump skill to catch him.

He landed on your back, his body sticking onto you as it did to that rock back in the Sealed Cave. You let out a high trilling noise. ‘Heya, Rimuru! Welcome back to the land of the living!’

‘(Y/N)! Thanks for catching me!’

‘Of course!’ And then you were landing. It wasn’t exactly a smooth landing, but neither of you got hurt, so you’re counting it as a win. (Thank god you have fall damage protection now! In your past life, that would have seriously injured, if not outright killed you! You know you’ve cursed the god that decided it was a good idea to put you in a spider’s body before, but now you’re praising their decision.)

The Goblins cheered when the dust cleared enough for the two of you to be seen. One of them even ran forward to grab Rimuru right off your back and toss him up like a beachball while the wolves howled their delight.

Later, when they all settled down, you managed to pry Rimuru away so he could have a moment to breathe. ‘You okay, bud?’ You thought as he hopped onto your back.

‘Could be better. Everyone evolving all of a sudden threw me for a loop.’ You shook your head. ‘Oh, it wasn’t quite sudden. They’ve been steadily changing over the past three days. I’m the only one who evolved suddenly. Scared the bejesus out of everyone, but not as much as you had.’

‘I see - wait, THREE DAYS?!’ Rimuru melted a little. ‘I was out for three whole days?!’ You nodded, skittering away from the group of happy wolves and Goblins. ‘Yup. You’re the worst, you left me and Rigurd in charge! I thought I was gonna die of anxiety!’

Rimuru patted your back with a little hand of slime. ‘That’s how I feel every time I have to be a leader with these people. Welcome to my world.’

You huffed in frustration. ‘Yeah, well, you got some practice in your last life. I haven’t had any!’

‘Master, Lady (Y/N).’ The two of you jumped at the sound of Ranga’s voice. The wolf, who now had a horn sticking out of his star mark, bowed his head at the two of you. “Oh, hey Ranga! What’s up?”

‘It is a relief to see you both in good health and conscious.’ You spotted his tail starting to wag and stepped back a little. ‘I heard you needed a moment away from the celebration, Master?’

You perked up and reached back to grab your friend. “H-Hey, (Y/N)! What are you-?”

‘You heard right, Ranga! Here! Take him and go. You’re doing me a massive favor, thanks!’ The wolf bowed his head to allow you easy access to his back. Placing Rimuru down on his white and purple fur, you waved and backed up. ‘Now I can go wrangle those Goblins back into work! Bye!’

And then you marched off to drag the newly evolved Goblins to work, leaving Rimuru and Ranga alone. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

Rimuru gathered everyone in the center of the village when he returned from his outing with the wolves.

He sat upon his usual stump with Ranga laying to his right, Rigurd standing confidently to his left, and you right behind him cleaning your legs of grime once again. You all waited for the Goblins and wolves to settle down to start the meeting. You paused. Why were you having a meeting, though?

Rimuru had decided to place a fuzzy white thing on his ‘face’ before the other monsters had arrived as a sort of joke, which you had responded to by trying to convince him that he would only end up embarrassing himself.

So, once everyone had quieted down, he spoke in a rather old and weary voice. One you’d think an old man would speak with. (You tried not to look at Rigurd at this thought.)

“Right. It took five whole minutes for everyone to settle down and stop gabbing.” Silence greeted him. You lowered your head, shaking it slightly in disappointment.

‘I told you, but you didn’t listen.’

“Lord Rimuru?” Rigurd and Ranga turned to look at the Slime. “What’s that on your face?” He shook whatever it was off with a blush and responded with, “Nothing. What’s on your face?!” You would’ve rolled your eyes at that comment. ‘Real mature, bud. Real mature.’

‘Shush.’ You snickered, the sound coming out as a hissing trill. “Anyways, as you can all see, we’re a big happy family now. In order to avoid complications, I think we should set a few ground rules.”

You hummed. ‘Oh?’

“RULES?!” The assembled monsters glanced at one another. Rimuru formed a small hand, holding up only three of the slimy ‘fingers’. “There are three rules. Please do your best to follow them. First; no attacking humans.” You churr as you finish cleaning yourself. You figured that one makes sense, considering you’re barely even a village. Humans were notorious for absolutely demolishing something if it hurt one of their own back on Earth, so you doubt much has changed in this world of magic.

“Second; no fighting amongst yourselves.” Again, that makes sense. If you grow bigger as a village, fighting would only lead to disaster if it’s not nipped in the bud early on. “Third; no belittling other races. That’s it!” You remembered racism back on Earth and are suddenly glad that Rimuru does as well. That would have been bad if both of you forgot..

Rigur rose his hand after a brief moment of confused murmuring. “Sir?”

“Yes? You have a question?” Rimuru points to him with his slime hand. “Is there a reason we’re not allowed to attack the humans?”

He flinched when Rigurd scolded him, “How dare you question him!” You carefully place a claw on his shoulder as Rimuru waved him down. “Calm down, Rigurd, it’s fine. It’s simple, really. It’s just because I like humans. That’s all.”

That was such a lie..

But Rigur bought it. Then again, you were the only one to know of Rimuru’s true origins, so you supposed you can’t really blame him. (You did find that particular lie to be hilarious.)

“Okay then!” Rigur smiled at him from his spot front and center. “Makes perfect sense!” Ohh, he’s a sunshine child, wasn’t he? Rimuru spluttered at the beaming smile for a moment before composing himself. “Another thing is, humans typically live in large groups and if you mess with them they might retaliate against us. If they were to come after us in earnest, I doubt we could handle them. Besides, getting along with them is beneficial to us, too!” At this, everyone nodded in agreement. “Are there any other questions?”

Gobta stood up with his arm outstretched. “Me!” Rimuru quickly allowed him to answer. “When you say, ‘Don’t belittle other races,’ what’s that mean?”

The Slime tilted to the side. “Well, you all have gotten stronger by evolving, right? It means you shouldn’t let that go to your head and use that strength to push others around.” As he spoke, you nodded vigorously behind him. “It’s not fair to think you’re better than they are. Besides, what if they get stronger one day and choose to start pushing you around?”

“We understand you, sir!” Thank god for that. You stretched out your legs as Rimuru closed up the assembly by giving Rigurd the title of ‘Goblin Lord’. You watched the Hobgoblin fall to his knees with tears of happiness streaming down his face, clapping politely with your clawed legs.

Afterward, the food and lookout teams went out to work while the building team stayed behind with Rimuru supervising.

Unfortunately, that means he’ll witness the absolute disgrace of a house you and your team created. You were certain that if you could do so, you would be crying rivers of shame over this house. “Are you sure that’s a house?” The Slime asked as the ‘house’ rocked back and forth unsteadily. You and Rigurd flinched, you lowering your face into your claws and Rigurd looking everywhere that wasn’t Rimuru.

Then the house fell apart.

Rigurd scratched his neck and mumbled to himself. “Well, this is most embarrassing.”

‘I am so ashamed as a spider.. Forgive me..’

“...Regarding the clothing problem.. I just think we need more coverage is all!” You didn’t want to know why his voice was so strained. Nope. Don’t wanna. Rigurd cleared his throat. “We don’t have anyone skilled at making clothes..” Rimuru turned back to the two of you. “If you can’t make them, then couldn’t you just buy them somewhere?”

Gobta, who was passing through at that moment, cut in. “Oh! There are some people we trade with now and then!” Rigurd snapped his fingers and frantically turned to him. “Not only do they have some people who can make us clothing, but they might also have somebody who knows a bit about building houses as well!”

‘We’ll be saved from this utter embarrassment?’ You quietly ask, face still firmly glued to your forelegs, and Rigurd placed a comforting hand on your abdomen. “Hopefully, yes.”

Rimuru nodded once. “Well, we aren’t getting anywhere this way, so maybe we should go see them? Who are these people?”

The elder crossed his arms. “I’m referring to the Dwarves who live in Dwargon.” This brought you out of your little hidey-hole in your forelegs. You whipped your gaze up to stare incredulously at Rigurd as Rimuru promptly (and reasonably) freaked out. ‘Of course, it’s the Dwarves. Can’t be a fantasy land without Dwarves.’

“Then, I’ll travel to Dwargon on our behalf!” Rimuru announced, and you whipped your gaze from Rigurd to him. “Rigurd, (Y/N), are you guys cool with looking after the village while I’m away?”

At this, Rigurd snapped to attention and shouted, “Yes! Rest assured that everything is safe with me and my muscles!” as he slowly flexed his arms. Rimuru turned to you next, and you groaned. ‘Fine.. At least you’re giving us a warning this time around.’ The Slime bounced happily. “Thanks, you two! I’ll leave tomorrow morning right after breakfast!”

“Yes!”

‘Okay. Now leave me in my pit of misery and embarrassment..’ You say as you return to your hidey-hole. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

You and Rimuru stared down at the map.

It was later that night, and you and Rimuru had decided to go over the route Gobta suggested. Just to ease your mind. At least, that’s what your Slime friend had said. The map was much more detailed than the one you had for the wolf attack the other day. There were actual roads and countries listed on this one.

Your claw carefully traced the route to the kingdom of Dwargon as you snacked on a piece of meat one of the Goblinas had deposited at your feet. ‘So, according to Gobta, it’s going to be about a month on foot.. How long do you think it’ll take on the Tempest Wolves?’

Rimuru shrugged. ‘No clue. I’ll try not to take too long, though..’

‘Thanks..’ You flopped onto your stomach once more. Rimuru turned from the map to you. ‘..You’re much bigger than before. I assume that’s because of me Naming you?’

You shrug, trilling as you reached for another slab of meat. ‘No clue. Chiron said that eating beings with magicules is one way for my species to evolve, so the Naming could have kickstarted another evolution. I’m pretty sure Rigurd almost had a heart attack when both of us went down.’ Your friend eagerly leaned closer. ‘So? What are you now?’

‘Greater Taratect!’ You say proudly. ‘I got new skills, too! I’m betting I’ll be nigh unstoppable to any trespassers!’

Rimuru bounced happily. ‘That’s great! I’m glad I’m leaving the village in your and Rigurd’s capable hands, then! Or, well, capable claws.’ He poked one leg and you churred out a laugh. After a moment of silence, you tap the map again. ‘..Promise you’ll be careful?’

‘I promise.’ Rimuru leaned against you in your version of a hug. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

“Alright! You kids behave!” Rimuru called from Ranga’s back. You and the rest of the village waved goodbye, calling out wishes for safe travels and the like.

You raised a singular claw for a few seconds before placing it down carefully. ‘Don’t do anything stupid!’

‘I won’t!’ Rimuru shot back, groaning a little. You clicked your chelicerae at him in your best imitation of a smile. ‘Good. Now get going! You promised not to be gone too long, so go!’

And with that, the party of five ran off on their wolves, leaving the rest of the village behind. They soon disappeared from view and you turned back to the village. ‘Alright! Let’s not slack off while he’s gone! Food and lookout crews, get to work! Building crew, follow me!’

Then the village split off into their separate tasks. You skittered to the nearby trees surrounding the village with your crew trailing behind you.

‘Everyone here?’ You ask, turning around once you reached a tree. All your members glanced around at themselves before hesitantly nodding. ‘Good. Following our failure at building a house, Rimuru and I decided it would be best if our crew made firewood and logs for construction instead. That way whoever he brings back won’t waste time gathering supplies! I want you all to cut down some trees today. Tomorrow, you’ll be stripping them of their branches and cutting them up. This is what we’ll do until Rimuru returns. Sound good?’

A hand went up. You nod at the Goblin, who then stepped forward. “But, if we’re going to be cutting down trees, what will you be doing?”

You raise your claws. ‘An excellent question! I’ll be making the village temporary houses with my silk so we have good shelter to rest in while we wait! Any more questions? No? Then let’s get to work, everybody!’

“YES MA’AM!”

notes: chapter 4 is done! what did you guys think?

unfrotunately, the next chapter is the last for this arc, and depending on the results of the poll i'll be posting the day after the next chapter, it might be a while before the next arc.. sorry everyone.. but hey, new stories i haven't posted to ao3 yet! that should be fun.

anyways, hope you guys enjoyed it! have a great day/night, stay safe, and please remember that you're all AWESOME! XP

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