#You are a much bigger and predatory animal

[moniquill]

Delicious, with many useful feathers

YES I’ve been chased and hissed at by a Canada goose but it doesn’t make me hate them guess I’m just built different

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: implied noncon, hyrbid au, hybrid auction, sex trafficking, suicidal ideations, dystopian laws, subjugation

♡ FEM reader

♡ P2: Clientele

It’s scary being a bunny hybrid—especially in a world where all natural prey is bred and raised like livestock, then handpicked and auctioned off to society's apex predators.

But then again, that’s been reality all your life.

If the choice were up to you, you’d stay at the farm and become a womb for breeders. Granted, they’re a bit intense, but rabbit bucks aren’t so bad. You would spend your days cozy in the hay, barefooted and messy-haired, with other fellow herbivores—all the cows, mares, ewes, and does out on the pasture, kept safe and far removed from the belly of the beast—free to live out your days never once having to lay your round eyes on an apex at all. 

But such wasn’t your luck...

Of course, you could have fought. But fighting back is never a good idea—you never know if and when they could decide to send you to the slaughterhouse to make rabbit stew out of you instead— keep your fur to make a coat or carpet. They’ll have better use of you that way than they will with a misbehaving pet, after all.

You think about ending it yourself once you’re sitting in your cage listening to the speaker announce a heifer. That’s how the auction goes—typical farm animals first, other domestic species, then wilder exotic ones. 

In an ill-thought way, you wish you were an exotic breed—something with wings or something they’d have to keep in an aquarium—all in all, something a little harder to come by than being a rodent. Rabbits are cute, but they’re a dime a dozen and are usually sold to those who don’t feel like spending too much—trigger-happy hunter types who’re looking for cheap toys that are easily broken and just as easily replaced.

You swallow thickly. Better yet, you wish you were a bigger badder herbivore that required respect—like an elephant or a rhino. No one would mess with you then. 

But there’s no point in mulling over what you’re not. You’re prey. That’s just how it is.

But who knows? Maybe it won’t be so bad. You’ve seen someone come back to the farm after being auctioned. She’d lost an ear and could no longer speak, but other than that, she was alive and well…

You reconsider killing yourself. Suppose, the only thing keeping you from going through with it is the option of doing it later if and when it actually proves to be as bad as you imagine. You’ve never been good at making such decisions. Must be that prey mentality.

“Up next, we have a mini lop bunny,” the speaker announces, and you feel your cage move, carrying you into the spotlight where you can only see bright red eyes glaring back at you. You immediately look away.

“Known for their long ears, button nose, and round eyes—not to mention their docile nature. As one of the most popular bunny breeds on the market, mini lops are a house pet staple. Believe it or not, they’re also intelligent and social, thriving on attention, whether that be playing games or cuddling—making them the perfect choice to anyone in want of a domestic companion or a pet toy.”

You sniffle—crying and shivering, curling yourself up in a little ball within your cage, making yourself as small as possible, hiding from the predatory glares you feel surrounding you. You’ve only seen a handful of carnivores before—the shepherd dog that herds the flock back home being the biggest one. You’ve heard wolves are twice the size. Maybe you’ll be lucky and have a heart attack right now before any one of them can make their bids.

But then it starts. One number after the other. It feels over in the blink of an eye.

“Sold!” the speaker calls. “To the fine grizzly gentleman on table nine.”

Your eyes peel from being sealed shut, staring intently at your lap where you sit with your knees tucked to your chest—frozen and tense and teetering on passing out from lack of breath. Grizzly? You gulp with a swallowed whimper. Did you hear that right? As in bear? 

“No-” You suddenly understand the point of the chains that had been fixed around your ankles and wrists—given they were the only thing keeping you from thrashing against the bars—breaths hitching as you felt the cage being reeled away to make space for the next one up.

A blanket is thrown over your enclosure, engulfing you in pitch dark before you’re carried off and placed down somewhere. The floor shakes beneath you after a small moment. Something purring underfoot. It feels a little different from the carriage you’re used to but you think you’re being moved.

It’s an hour or so until you feel it come to a halt, at which point your cage is picked up and carried off again, then placed down a few moments later.

You can’t see it, but you can smell it in the air—something dangerous. It must be him. The bear that bought you.

You shield yourself once the drape is lifted and you’re exposed to the light again, squealing, “Please, mister—please don’t eat me. I only eat grass—I wouldn't taste good. And- and—I wouldn’t be very filling anyway–” while trembling underneath the shadow of the apex predator before you.

Your jumping heart was expecting nothing short of instant death, though that’s not what ensued. Instead, there’s an unfamiliar sound. A rumbling. Almost like a growl. It takes a while before you recognize it as laughter. 

“Shh, bunny,” the bear chuckles. “Don’t worry—I have no intention of eating you.”

He crouches down before your cage, though still big enough to tower over it. 

“After all,” he says. “There would be little point in spending so much on something only so bite-sized.”

Your eyes flicker to his paw, where it jingles with something. 

It’s a key.

“How about we get you out of that cage? Those shackles don’t look pleasant. I’ll remove them for you.” He unlocks the gate and swings it open, leaving you room to crawl out.

You don’t know if you should. On the one hand, the cage is keeping you safe, but on the other hand, you doubt you can stay in it forever. And who knows what might happen to his seemingly gracious mood if you refuse him.

“D’you—” It’s a silly question, but you don’t know what else to say. “You promise?”

He makes that sound again. Humored by you, it would seem. “Yes, Bunny, I promise.”

You decide to come out and only feel smaller for it, now exposed. But he keeps his promise, removing your shackles. Your eyes are peeled as he does, watching his claws be so close to you. Thick, long, curled, and black. They would puncture your skin and tear into your meat like it were nothing. You go goosefleshed at the thought.

“They always do these so tight…” he sighs. “Utterly unnecessary for domestic species such as yourself.”

You look up at him at that. He’s done this before, which must mean… “Do you—do you have others?” Or has he had others? Meaning… he doesn’t plan on keeping you around for long. 

It’s funny how that overwhelming urge to run makes you go completely numb.

Meanwhile, he looks at you in silence. Surprised at your observation, perhaps, but then he smiles, fangs and all, and you nearly skitter back into your cage.

“You’re quite astute.” Again, he rumbles with a laugh. Then he stands and walks off, setting your cuffs down on a dresser.

You only now realize you’re in a bedroom, of all places.

“I suppose there’s no use in beating around the bush.” He turns around again and leans back against the drawers, arms folded upon his broad chest as he starts explaining, “I run an entertainment business—a fun house of sorts—you might call it a burrow, as my staff is exclusively made up of bunny rabbits such as yourself.”

A burrow? Like back home? Why would a bear be doing that?

“From now on, you’ll work for me. You’ll be trained in the arts of hospitality and pleasure and cater to a clientele of sophisticated apex predators such as myself.”

Hospitality and pleasure? It almost sounds like he means for carnivores to breed with you… But that would be ridiculous. What would be the point? It’s not as if you can carry other litters but kits anyway.

“You look confused,” he chuckles again. “Allow me to explain.” He pushes himself off the dresser. “Unlike most other mammals, bunnies don’t go into heat. No, instead, bunnies are, in many ways, in a state of permanent mating season—which makes you ideal for my intents and purposes.”

You’re not sure you understand what he’s implying. But you’re growing more certain you don’t like it…

“Moreover, bunnies are any hunter’s natural prey,” he continues while walking back toward you. “Making you the perfect meal to fulfill any customer's appetite.”

He pushes the gate of the cage closed, and it clicks back in place, now locked for good and no longer an option of escape, however poor.

“Not to mention…” He smiles again, and this time, you really wish you had a place to hide. “Bunnies are natural sluts.” He crouches back down, closer now, and curls his black claw up under your chin. “All you want is to be fed and bred all day, then fall sound asleep come night.”

You swallow thickly. Your question answered. 

“And since you seem to be a smart cookie. I suppose there’d be little point in waiting."

He removes his tie.

"So, let’s start your training right away.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Hawks, Aizawa ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Naoya, Toji ♡ BLLK – Aiku ♡ DS – Doma ♡ HxH – Chrollo

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[coopigeoncoo]

Meat Cute, Chapter 1

Chapter Links: Chapter 1 ->Next

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature (rating may change)

Tags: Canon-typical violence, Cannibalism, Reader is a cannibal, Fake/pretend relationship, Puns, Raccoon Reader, Tags may change

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In a bid to appear more approachable to the denizens of the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor enlists the help of his favorite butcher to step into the roll of an (after)lifetime: pretending to be his paramour! ---

“You can't deny we have so much in common,” Alastor's grinned, his smile somehow, impossibly, widening even farther as he leaned down on the counter on a single elbow; his nose nearly touching yours as you stood frozen in place. “I'm somewhat of a Butcher myself, you know.”

–-- A story where one thing is certain: the steaks are never bigger than when love is on the line.

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Continue reading below, or follow the link to A03!

Arriving in Hell had been a difficult adjustment, but you figured that was likely by design and not some personal failing on your part.  You'd stumbled out of the gates of Hell right into the aftermath of what you now know was an extermination; alone and terrified amidst the burning rubble and mutilated corpses that littered the ground.  

You were lucky in a sense, even though it didn't feel like it at the time.  Everyone is usually pretty busy in the days immediately following an invasion from Heaven, too occupied looting bodies for valuables and deleting the newly deceased from their phone's contact list to give much attention to a new arrival.  The Gates of Hell were usually swarmed by traffickers looking for new merchandise and mid-level thugs looking to make an easy deal for a soul or two, so you were able to slip through the cracks and wander the outskirts of Pentagram city largely unnoticed while most of the sinners were either still in hiding or sleeping off their celebratory hangovers.  

Initially, you stuck out like a sore thumb, clad in the baggy dress that you'd been buried in; a garment that had likely been looted from your Grandmother's closet based on the large shoulder pads and unflattering mauve color.  You figured that your family had deemed all the dresses you actually owned and liked as too inappropriate for funeral garb, which aligned with how they usually regarded your fashion choices.  The fabric was uncomfortable, starched stiff and itchy against your skin, so you didn't feel any guilt about using your newly discovered claws to shred a slit into the back of the skirt to make room for your long and incredibly poofy tail.

Upon further examination in the cracked glass of an abandoned store front, you discovered that you also now possessed a set of rounded black ears atop your head and large, dark smudges around your eyes that made it look like you'd slept with mascara on for a week straight.  

The powers that be had, apparently, found it suitable for you to spend the rest of eternity living as a raccoon.  

And while you greatly preferred your animal form to many of the other, more intimidating body shapes prowling the streets of Pentagram City, looking what most people would consider adorable wasn't necessarily a desired trait in Hell.  Wide-eyed prey animals were quick to disappear, materializing weeks later on posters outside of strip clubs and porn theaters.  

You'd darted from the predatory glances of other sinners, spending your first nights in Hell sleeping curled up behind back alley dumpsters; tearing through the freshest smelling trash bags for scraps of food with a voracity that surely made your Raccoon forefathers shed tears of pride.  

Repeatedly choosing to wander down the least sinister looking streets had inevitably led you to the heart of Cannibal Town, an antiquated borough that looked like it had been lifted straight out of the background of a classic movie.  Naively, you had assumed that the more polished appearance of buildings and fixtures meant that the area was safer than the dilapidated city center you had wandered in from.  That notion had been quickly dispelled when you stumbled across a group of middle aged women sitting on a park bench, merrily chatting as they took turns ripping hunks of flesh from an obviously human leg with their sharpened teeth.  

Thankfully, the abundance of readily available, post Extermination sinner flesh kept the cannibals well satiated and dissuaded them from making you the victim du jour.  That, and the fact that more than one cannibal had gleefully admitted to you that they found raccoon meat too gamey for their liking. 

You'd managed to secure a job fairly easily, with numerous businesses looking to fill vacancies from recent employee murders.  In the end, you'd settled on working at a small butcher shop a couple blocks away from the main promenade.  You'd been unwillingly charmed by the store's on the nose name, ‘Time to Kill’, and the fact that it supplemented your meager paycheck by providing you with a small room above the storefront to live in.  

Hal, the owner of the store, was a heavy-set man with a bushy mustache that wouldn't look out of place attached to a broom handle.  He'd been admittedly skeptical about your potential as a butcher when they had to tuck a bucket into the back room for you to throw up in after the first half-dozen times you'd hurled when breaking down your first carcass.  

But you'd slowly grow accustomed to the grizzly task, focusing on the fact that you were cutting up meat and ignoring that it was likely human in origin.  Hal was pleased by your hard-working nature, but mostly he was thrilled by the fact that you didn't help yourself to a five-finger discount like the rest of his employees did.  

“Seriously,” Hal had said, his mustache twitching in displeasure .  “They're eatin’ all the fingers!”

Day after day passed without much distinction, working from sunup ‘til sundown hacking up bodies for pennies on the dollar.  It wasn't much of a living, but since technically you weren't even living at all, you did your best to be content with your lot in death.  

After all, it was your discontent in life that had landed you here in the first place.  

And if waking up in literal Hell wasn't a wake up call to turn over a new leaf you didn't know what was.  

You were coming up on the first anniversary of your arrival in Hell and the citizens of the Pride Ring were all in a tizzy trying to stock up on supplies to last through the impending Extermination.  Drug dealers were working double shifts to keep up with demand and the liquor stores had long since sold out of their top brands and had switched to selling bathtub gin to supply their customers with.

The line outside of Time to Kill was already wrapped around the block by the time you had flipped the deadbolts, barely managing to escape being crushed by the door as it crashed open; a densely packed group of cannibals rushing inside.  You'd fled from the crowd into the back workroom, taking up your post at a carving station with a cleaver in hand, ready to do your part to supply the hungry masses.

The hours bled together as you skinned and chopped, filleted and ground; so focused on the tasks before you that you didn't realize your coworker had been calling your name until they slapped their hand firmly down onto your shoulder.

“You okay?” They asked, glancing at your dewy face with concern.

“Oh- yeah, I'm alright,” you assured them, placing your cleaver down across the cutting board and wiping your bloody hands on a nearby towel.  “What's up?”

“It's your turn up front,” he said, gesturing towards the front of a store with his stubby thumb.  “Ms. Rosie is here.”

“Ms. Rosie?”

“Yeah, she's the Overlord here in Cannibal Town,” your coworker explained, elbowing you out of the way to take your place at the cutting station.  “Fresh Meat deals with the Overlords- shop rule.”

“Oh,” you murmured nervously, wandering over to the sink to wash your hands.

“Might want to hurry up, there!” one of the other workers called over her shoulder as she dropped a bunch of bone fragments into an awaiting bin.  “Your chance of survival decreases every minute you keep an Overlord waiting!”

You slammed the handle of the faucet to the off position and quickly took off to the front counter, your coworkers laughing raucously at your expense while you frantically wiped your hands dry on your blood-spattered apron.

The politics of Hell were still largely unfamiliar to you.  But even though you did your best to keep your head down and nose in your own business, you'd gleaned a little knowledge from snippets of overheard conversation in the butcher shop.  You weren't entirely sure what Overlords did exactly, but you knew that in order to become one you had to be powerful.

So it was with great trepidation that you stepped into the front of the store, doing your best to hide how absolutely terrified you were, but knowing your stiff legged gait and tight smile likely gave you away.  

The tall, elegant form of Ms. Rosie wasn't what you'd been expecting.  While dressing up was the norm in Cannibal Town, Rosie took it to a new level; looking as though she never let a fabric less expensive than silk grace her form.  But despite the absolutely enchanting picture her elegance painted, the aura of raw power she exuded prickled your skin and caused your tail to poof up in an instinctual, and utterly useless, bid for intimidation.  

“Well, look at you!” Rosie drawled, her dark eyes widening in delighted surprise as you approached the counter.  “It's been a while since we've gotten someone new in town.  Where've you been hiding, sweetheart?”

“Uh- my room, mostly,” you manage to stammer out, nervously smoothing down your ruffled tail fur.  

“That's a real shame, keeping a cute face like yours all cooped up!” Rosie cooed.  “How long ya’ been living in my part of the city?”

“Nearly a year now, Ma'am.”

“A whole year?” Rosie gasped.  “You weren't kidding ‘bout keeping to yourself, huh?”

Not really knowing what else to say, you opt to helplessly shrug before reaching for an order pad and pen.  

“So, uh- what can I get for you today, Ms. Rosie?”

“What's still available?”

“I won't lie, it's pretty slim pickings right now.  But I was just working on a pretty nice looking rack of ribs if you're interested.”

“Ribs it is then,” Rosie smiled, patiently waiting as you disappeared to the backroom and returned with multiple wrapped bundles of meat, all cinched together in a stack with fraying twine.  

“Thank you, darling,” she said, passing the stack of meat to one of the well-dressed attendants waiting beside her.  “Add it to my tab, will ya’?”

“Of course, Ma'am,” you agreed readily, sliding the sale record underneath the cash register tray for Hal to deal with later.  

“Oh, and sweetheart?” Rosie called out, catching your attention, as you moved to assist the next customer in line.  “If you make it through Extermination Day, make sure to swing by and visit me for tea sometime, will ya’?  I'd really like the chance to get to know ya’ better.”

And despite every neuron of common sense and self-preservation screaming at you to decline the invitation, you gritted your teeth and quickly nodded your assent; swallowing thickly when Rosie bared her teeth in a delighted, feral smile.  

You knew better to say ‘no’ to an Overlord.

[alicewhimzy]

THE DIVINE COMEDY!

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮.

Content warning: Queerphobia, transphobia, queer fear mongering, mentions of sexual assault, and slurs.

I would like, if I may, to take you on a Queer journey.

For more than a few years the Joker has been portrayed as exhibiting traits stereotypically associated with Queerness, among these are; dressing flamboyantly, in some instances even full on crossdressing, wearing makeup, flirting with other men and of course, being infatuated with Batman. This has been collectively referred to as Queercoding. This is not up for discussion. The Joker is Queercoded.

However, more often than not, until at least 2017, these traits have been used to frame this character in an entirely negative, predatory light. It was the intention, for the most part, for the audience to see Queercoding in this villain and reach the conclusion that Queerness itself is inherently depraved or evil. It's been done with a ton of other villains, from 50s movies to Disney. But to illustrate this point further, we need to take a look at a queer villain that has amassed an LGBTQ fanbase just as big, if not bigger, than the Joker's, and who, like him, is seen as a Queer icon, one of the biggest in history; Dr. Frank N. Furter.

Yes. That one. You know Tim Curry almost got the part of the Batman Animated Series' Joker? Huh. Anyway, The Rocky Horror Show, and by extension, Picture Show, is one of the most divisive pieces of theater or film I've ever seen. Some people adore it for its inclusion of an explicitly (in all senses of the word) queer character as far back as 1973 when it was first performed on stage, and others despise it for portraying that character as a predatory homicidal weirdo who assimilates and "turns" the heteronormative protagonists of the show, and who has to die so that, in Dr. Von Scott's words, "Society must be protected." And some people (like me) just like it for the vibes. It's easy to see where both the praise and the criticism come from. While it is true that this show and the film that came after it are an important piece of LGBTQ history that should not be forgotten, it's just as important to remember that they are far from flawless. But on topic, let's get back to Frank specifically. Like Joker, his mannerisms are meant to get across his villainy and depravity, with both Brad and Janet being pretty much raped (by deception) and then coerced into sex by him. This is a horrible light for the only explicitly bisexual character to be cast in, and while more modern performances have attempted to re-portray the character and story in a more forgiving way, the original text and what it says about the LGBTQ community as a whole cannot be denied.

The same can be said for the Joker, who in all important respects has been meant to be perceived in the same way. A predatory, homicidal, society destroying faggot who needs to die. And yet, as time went on and DC unsurprisingly didn't permanently kill off one of their most profitable characters, more writers (such as Frank Miller and Sean Murphy) were given enough of a chance to reinterpret the character how they wanted, and the public began to perceive him differently. Times were changing. But before we get into that, we need to talk philosophy, just for a sec, I promise.

It is very common to assume that the Joker is a nihilist, that is the popular approach taken by many interpretations, including killing joke (bleh), but it seems to me that the ways some modern creators portray his beliefs are beginning to lean more towards absurdism. The belief that the universe is random, irrational and has no inherent meaning, and that we should each create our own individual meaning of life. You'll see where I'm going with this. Whatever Joker's meaning is often depends on the writer at the time but the underlying constant is that it's all just a big joke. This is in line with the Joker's inherent camp-ness. The whole point of camp is, after all, to dethrone the serious. It is a comic vision of the world. And it's a viewpoint that more and more people are taking a liking to. But why?

As the political landscape has changed, more and more people have become disillusioned with the state of our old friend society. Sure there was that brief wave of self-proclamed "stoic sigma males" who made all those stupid memes featuring Joker, but I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about people who wanted the world they lived in to be better, and who saw rebellious attitudes in pop culture and applauded. And this included LGBTQ people.

I would be remiss if I were to write this entire Queer Jokerfied manifesto without once mentioning Gaylienz's video "Queercoding the Joker". It's an impressive deep dive and while I personally think it comes off as biased here and there, it has a good reason to be so, and is still worth a watch. I didn't get into the specific history of Joker's Queerness throughout the comics but if you want a presentation that does, I can't recommend it enough. All this to say that Gaylienz's interpretation of Joker's more violent crimes as an expression of Queer rage is not unfounded, and an appealing interpretation in the face of bigoted persecution, even if DC didn't intend for it to be interpreted that way. But how to incorporate that violence with a Queer Joker? As much as I love Lego Batman's Joker, and as much as I've bemoaned DC's reliance on shock value, there is a third direction to go. Just because the Joker should be Queer doesn't necessarily mean he can't be violent at all. Sure, the idea of balancing Joker's violence with Queerness that is supposed to make him sympathetic is daunting, but it is possible to let Joker be queer again without having to make him completely sanitized or completely irredeemable, and I can prove it. You know who Queer-Icon-Joker™ really reminds me of.

Kill everyone now! Condone first degree murder! Advocate cannibalism! Eat shit!

If Divine had ever been offered a film roll which involved her cutting her own face off for giggles, she'd probably be thrilled. Harris Glenn Milstead, better known as his famous and infamous drag persona Divine, is one of the most charmingly shocking icons in all of LGBTQ herstory. She could be funny, disgusting, glamorous, compelling and all four at the same time. But more than anything else, she was shameless. She wore exactly who she was on her sleeve and never apologized for it. At all times she was proud of who she was, and that kind of self-loving pride is what eventually came to redefine LGBTQ culture as we know it. This is already an attitude that we've seen the Joker display on multiple occasions, and it would be easy to tie that shameless pride and joy to Queerness, but wait! There's more!

In my opinion, the closest thing we can get to Divine gone Jokerfied, would have to be the second film in the Trinity of Trash and arguably the best movie out of the three, Female Trouble. Dawn Davenport, played by Divine, runs away from home after she doesn't get the cha-cha heels she wanted for christmas, and it all goes off the rails from there. She has a kid, meets some similarly strange strangers at a prestigious salon, becomes a criminal model, gets in a fight and burned by acid (Wow, small world.) and this only makes her even more beautiful, before putting on her own stage show and killing her audience, admitting to her crimes and going to the electric chair with grace. She couldn't be happier in the end because she got exactly what she wanted. Dawn Davenport is dirty, depraved and delightfully devilish, and yet here we are cheering her on even as she's strapped in for her demise.

Similarly, as I said, the Joker is often written as being completely shameless in what he does, be that crossdressing, trademarking fish, sabotaging innocent vending machines, hunting the rich, or flirting with a goth furry in need of therapy, and even if he's a violent vaudevillian villain, the best versions of him manage to be funny while doing it, and there we are laughing along with him. I couldn't say how many times I've listened to Divine's song "I'm so beautiful" and imagined those words from Joker's point of view. "Can't you see! Look at me!" Even if they're not the most overt example, many of the other films like Pink Flamingos and Multiple Maniacs give off joker vibes in spades. It's all in the pride, baby. It can be argued that DC is already heading in this direction, with Joker getting some more of his own solo stories and more focus being put on his Queerness as a redeeming trait. You know where this is going!

As the LGBTQ spectrum became more and more understood and less villainized, characters written as LGBTQ became more normalized, and queer villains were becoming more loved than feared. Quite a lot of LGBTQ people take a look at the less depraved more silly jokers with their queer traits and find the character endearing, lovable, even relatable. This is of course where Lego Batman comes in, which brings as much to the forefront as it can without explicitly spelling it out for everybody. In most cases, I'd consider coding this recent to be a cop out, but dealing with an odd couple with as much history as Batman and the Joker, it's almost necessary to take smaller steps in the right direction, instead of a full 180, especially after the overabundance of violence. I agree with Gaylienz's claim that the Lego Batman Movie marks a cultural shift in how these characters are portrayed. From Telltale's Batman whose Joker won the hearts of LGBTQ fans everywhere, to the Harley Quinn show whose Joker wasn't afraid to take a step away from gorey shock value. At this point, I'm convinced that a positively Queer Clown Prince of Crime is written in the stars. It's inevitable now. It's only a matter of time until DC has no other alternative but to do what many fans already have. And there is a lot of great fanmade Queer Joker stuff out there, but I want to showcase one in particular as a good sign of things to come, and proof that we can make the inevitable happen sooner.

Loonies, Germs and Non-binary worms, I give you: THE PEOPLE'S JOKER! Born from the beautifully twisted vision of Vera Drew and Bri LeRose, this unofficial parody that defied copyright death invites us into the campy comedic cranium of a trans woman trying to make her way in a fascistic straight and narrow world, eventually deciding that if Gotham won't let her achieve her dreams, then she'll get out there and take them for herself. Refusing to accept the meaning of life that the society she lives in has prescribed for her, she creates her own. I am ashamed to admit that I have not seen this movie yet, but I swear before you people of Tumblr, I will buy it, I will own it, and I will review it in full. Point is, this film is a step in the right direction for Joker. It's a positive LGBTQ message, it's not a meaningless shocking gore-fest like what we've had to put up with, and most importantly IT'S FUNNY! After 84 years if DC won't be brave enough to make the Joker queer and fun again, the people will.

The three things that have been used to portray the Joker as an irredeemable monster are, violence, mental illness and Queerness. As I said in my last Joker post, we've already been subjected to so much violence that the joke has worn out and it's high time we had a break. Mental illness is plenty stigmatized already and should be portrayed with accuracy and respect. Duh. And as for Queerness, this trait is a golden opportunity to portray the Joker as something he's always been, but something that DC seems to forget. A human being. A person who is not broken beyond repair, capable of empathy and love. Still a villain, but as Phyllis said, one with vulnerabilities.

That progress, the cultural shift that Gaylienz was referring to, that long hard road from shock value to genuine, mentally ill, Queer, humanity, from Queer fear to Queer fun, is what I like to call The Divine Comedy. And for Batman to finally return the love that's been given to him all this time, that is its greatest punchline.

So my pretties, what did we learn from all this? Well, what I hope you take from these insane ramblings is this; I firmly believe that this is the face of the Joker of the future, and that we have the power to make that dream a reality. Vera Drew has done it, she wasn't the first, I'm willing to bet she won't be the last. We need more parodies, more fan-made media, more people who aren't afraid to make what we want. Make the change you want to see! Make it as weird, as crazy and as Queer as you like! Make the Joker Queer and fun again! Long live The Divine Comedy.

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂.

🎪🃏🎭

[blondeaxolotl]

Silly thing my brain told me to send in. Is your Yuu equivalent wary of Dellie? (Because normal(non mer) dolphins are weirdos in a bad way?) Idk if I explained this well but I thought it would be an interesting thing. (Yes this ask is inspired by the reblog about the evil dolphins.)

-🥀🪻

Yuu/Ebi is wary of dolphins just like she is with any large marine animal bigger than her since she's small prey, I'd imagine twst merdolphins aren't any different than the anthro dolphins from her world, with the only major difference being one has an actual dolphin as it's head.

Though specifically Dellie? Her wariness is more like the typical "stranger danger, don't trust people you don't know", and not the "Oh that's a dolphin, watch out it WILL kill and eat you RUN RUN". But because Dellie is younger than her (Del is 17, Ebi/Yuu is 19) and they're in school, she doesn't really see Dellie as a threat, more like just another kid/student at school trying to study and survive LMAO (I'm pretty sure she'd gladly lend Dellie a hand if he asked for help like she does with everybody else). Also her natural "big sister" instinct kick in even if Dellie was a loud walking red flag (which he is), she can't help but see him as another younger sibling, which means she has no wariness towards him because he's younger than her </3. No matter if he's a large predatory animal or not.

Though, if she met Dellie in public and didn't know he was a student or younger than her, then she'd more wary cause they would be strangers, but in the current situation she's very much not LOL

[blackpilljesus]

Start seeing moids -and even moidlets- as the apex predators they are. It sucks being their prey but it will also save your life instead of blindly trusting/loving them. The biggest con of civilian is the idea that maIes are our companions when they are our predators. Xys are the biggest threat to women. Not animals much bigger/faster than humans, not natural disasters, but moids.

In times of natural disasters or societal collapse women would rather be in the disaster than be in "refuge" around moids because the moids will just rape the women. When earthquakes struck in pakistan; moids were raping women. When hurricane katrina happened there were numerous moids that raped women. These are not acts of a fringe minority, this is what moids are as a collective - evil predatory rapey beings that seek vulnerability to exploit.

You are right to have your wariness of moids as a woman dont let anyone gaslight you into believing otherwise. Reform culture is a waste of time. Moids know the harm they cause women, they just dont care and frankly they revel in it. The harm they cause women isn't because of mental health issues but because they materially & emotionally gain from it. Do what you can to unapologetically protect yourself and dont feel bad about it.

[mrmayor-lente]

/ooc character intro

Put rather plainly and bluntly and just as he likes it, Mayor lost his mother at around 5 years old and doesn’t remember her much. Shot by a skeleton, you see, but he doesn’t know that. For most of his life he fended for himself as such, and heaven knows how.

For crying out loud the kid didn’t even know how to fly properly! His first meeting with the air quickly became his first meeting with the floor. Banged his head bad. Maybe that’s why he’s the way he is…

Nonetheless though, surely he figured it out eventually, right? Still no! He loves bragging about how independent he was and still is, but its more likely that he’s got a billionaire's luck, to tell you the truth.

Indeed, it seems that natural selection failed to do its job properly, but… oh well! At least we have a mayor!

Mayor, here, wasn’t taught to be "civilized" with his hunting, either. Predatory avians naturally get violent urges, but never was Mayor guided through his own. Most young and predatory avians are, but that’s only for the youngins with somebody to look up to. Think of it like a cat without toys— of course it’ll start snatching robins off their branches.

His relationship with small animals is disturbing and barbaric to most, and early on, he was ostracized from villages when he sought a place to call home. Early on, he learned that he’s shameful. He has a deep-seated grudge and guilt towards himself that he likes to ignore. Despite that, it’s not something he can simply let go of— he basically needs it. It's somewhat like an addiction; his mind is wired for it, after all.

He’s not illiterate, but his language skills aren’t spectacular. You can expect him to not understand bigger words and to misspell some, too. One thing he does remember, though, is that his mother really liked books. She always had a bedtime story for him, but he couldn’t retell you a single one even if he tried. The topic wouldn’t arise either, he doesn’t talk about her much if at all. He doesn’t feel the need, he always says.

Yet, still, often he finds himself thinking about her instead of getting shut-eye. Watching with empty eyes that same moon that illuminated her pages. Trying to remember. No matter if the whole notion of family feels far away. No matter if he claims not to care, that he didn’t need her anyway.

His mother collected books of all sorts—fiction, non-fiction, poetry, enchantment. She’d steal them, loot abandoned places for them, bargain for them. It was her very own strange, little addiction. Sure, most avians have their own niche when it comes to hoarding, but even among fellow beaks it was considered an odd choice of item. They simply couldn’t grasp the intricate beauty of tales, she told Mayor.

When Mayor realized there was what seemed to be a library of sorts, abandoned right behind the Big Lente Windmill… well, of course, he had to revamp it! That attic, though, it still needs to be cleaned out…

Damn it, he keeps putting that off. There’s so much happening all the time; it’s so tricky to stay on top of it all and he just keeps forgetting!

[eelhound]

"'Unless the people benefit, economic growth is a subsidy for the rich.'

- Richard Falk, 'Post-Mubarak Revolutionary Chances,' Al Jazeera, 22 February 2011.

It’s as silly for me to write about economics as it would be for most economists to write about the use of enjambment in iambic pentameter. But they don’t live in a library, and I do live in an economy. Their life can be perfectly poetry-free if they like, but my life is controlled by their stuff whether I like it or not.

So: I want to ask how economists can continue to speak of growth as a positive economic goal.

I understand why we’re in a panic when our business or our whole economy goes into a decline or a recession: because the whole system is based on keeping up with/outgrowing the competition, and if we fail to do that, we face hard times, collapse, crash.

But why do we never question the system itself, so as to find ways to get around it or out of it?

Up to a point, growth is a plausible metaphor. Living things need to grow, first to their optimum size, and then to keep replacing what wears out, annually (as with many plants) or continually (as with mammalian skin). A baby grows to adult size, after which growth goes to maintaining stability, homeostasis, balance. Growth much beyond that leads to obesity. For a baby to grow endlessly bigger would be first monstrous, then fatal.

In taking uncontrolled, unlimited, unceasing growth as the only recipe for economic health, we’ve dismissed the ideas of optimum size and keeping the organism in balance.

Maybe there are organisms that have no optimum size, like the enormous fungal network one hears about that underlies the whole Middle West, or is it just Wisconsin? But I wonder if a fungus wandering around thousands of square miles underground is the most promising model for a human economy.

Some economists prefer to use mechanical terms, but I believe machines have an optimum size much as living organisms do. A big machine can do more work than a small one, up to a point, beyond which things like weight and friction begin to ruin its efficiency. The metaphor comes up against the same limit.

Then there’s social Darwinism — bankers red in tooth and claw, surviving fitly, while small vermin live on the blood that trickles down . . . This metaphor, based on a vast misunderstanding of evolutionary process, hits its limit almost at once. In predatory competition, bigness is useful, but there are endless ways to get your dinner besides being bigger than it is. You can be smaller but smarter, smaller but faster, tiny but poisonous, winged . . . you can live inside it while you eat it . . . As for getting a mate, if combat were the only way to score, large size would help, but (despite our battle fixation) most competition doesn’t involve combat. You can win the reproductive race by dancing gracefully, by having a blue-green tail decorated with eyes, by building a lovely bower for your bride, by knowing how to tell a joke . . . As for living space, you can crowd out your neighbors by outgrowing them, but it’s cheaper and just as effective to corner all the water in the vicinity, like a juniper tree, or to be toxic to sea anemones who aren’t closely related to you . . . The competitive techniques of plants and animals are endless in variety and ingenuity. So why are we, clever we, stuck on one and one only?

An organism that settles on a single survival stratagem and ceases to seek and find others — ceases to adapt — is at high risk. And adaptability is our principle and most reliable gift. As a species we are almost endlessly, almost appallingly adaptable. Capitalism thinks it’s adaptable, but if it only has one stratagem, endless growth, the limit of its adaptability is irrevocably set. And we have reached that limit. We are therefore at very high risk.

Capitalist growth, probably for at least a century and certainly from the turn of the millennium on, has been growth in the wrong sense. Not only endless but uncontrolled — random. Growth as in tumor. Growth as in cancer.

Our economy isn’t just in a recession. It is sick. As a result of uncontrolled economic (and population) growth, our ecology is sick, and getting sicker every day. We have disturbed the homeostasis of the earth, the ocean, and the atmosphere — not fatally to life on the planet; the bacteria will survive the corporation. But perhaps fatally to ourselves.

We go on mechanically repeating the behaviors that caused the sickness: we bail out the bankers, we resume offshore drilling, we pay polluters to pollute, because without them how is our economy to grow? Yet increasingly, all economic growth benefits only the rich, while most people grow poorer. The Economic Policy Institute reports:

We have been in denial about this for decades. By now the denials are hysterical in every sense of the word — What do you mean, climate instability? What do you mean, overpopulation? What do you mean, reactors are toxic? What do you mean, you can’t live on corn syrup?

From 2000 to 2007 (the last period of economic growth before the current recession) the richest 10% of Americans received 100% (one hundred percent—all) the average growth of income. The other 90% received none.

At this rate, by the time we admit that cancer is not health, that we’re sick, any cure must be so radical as almost certainly to require dictatorial rule, and to destroy more — physically and morally — than it can save.

Nobody in any government seems able even to imagine alternatives, and people who talk about them get little attention. Some of the alternatives that existed in the past had promise; I think socialism did, and still does, but it was run off the rails by ambitious men using it as a means to power, and by the infection of capitalism — the obsession with growing bigger at all cost in order to defeat rivals and dominate the world. The example of the larger socialist states is about as heartening as that of the giant underground fungus.

So what is our new metaphor to be? It might be the difference between life and death to find the right one."

- Ursula K. Le Guin, from her blog post "Clinging Desperately to a Metaphor." September 2011.

[bluegekk0]

I was just looking at your drawing of nosk, and it got me curious. What is nosk in the au is nosk just an individual or a species? If it is a species, how is the species doing post infection, and would they stay in deepnest or escape into the wider hollownest territory theough one of the other exits? Also, how do you think nosk's shape shifting works considering it says in game to reach into your mind and use memories.

It's a species, yeah, the Nosk we see in the game is just one of them. I do imagine they're quite rare though, either because of the infection or because Hallownest isn't the only place you can find them. Deepnest is its ideal hunting ground, since it's dark, cramped and easy to get lost in, which makes tricking potential victims quite easy (seeing a familiar face makes it more likely for them to follow it into its den).

As to how the shape shifting works, I think it's more like how certain predatory animals mimic their prey. I imagine the nosk has incredibly very developed mandibles or other body parts that can move around to form different shapes. The actual disguise in my AU isn't as perfectly 1:1 as in the game, but in the dark environment it's enough to trick many creatures. Moreover, it can mimic certain sounds and behaviors to attract its prey. In some cases, it can pretend to be a different prey animal altogether in order to attract bigger creatures. It's a very specialized species, one perfectly adapted to hunt in Deepnest with its trickery.

Does it actually reach into one's mind? I'm not sure. I like to think it's more that it observes its potential prey carefully before attempting to trick it, to memorize its appearance and behavior. Perhaps it's more sneaky than you'd expect, and it leaves Deepnest to watch different creatures and learn their ways? Or maybe it does actually have an ability that lets it read minds. I haven't really thought about that too much. I imagine most of its prey is just animals rather than sapient bug species with unique appearances, so generally copying its prey's appearance is enough to bait it. And in the case of the vessels (since we see a lot of them in its den), that would also be somewhat effective as the vessels were very similar in appearance to one another.

[inhabbitedwonderland]

{Thalassic Drones}

Me and @thekryptidsecho have come up with a new type of disassembly drone named the Thalassic drone so let’s get started on these creatures!!

With colonies building bunkers around lakes JCJenson modified new disassembly drones to handle these pesky bunkers programmed with highly deadly underwater hunting skills these drones are able to break through thick ice of frozen over lakes and rivers to stalk prey from below the depths.

These drones are built to be a bit bigger than regular disassembly drones, their body male and female have a ray of fins down their arms and legs (females more on the legs due to them being more thin) allowing them to swim at a fast pace. The tubes one set on the back of their neck and one down the side of their torso allow them to process more air to let them stay underwater for longer periods of time before resurfacing.

Attachments-

Their usual set of hands are a set of webbed paws allowing them to paddle faster in the water, unlike regular disassembly drones their bladed claws are serrated allowing them to latch onto and even break through the ice to get under into the water. Instead of sword like blades these drones have oversized fish hooks allowing them to latch onto stones on the bottom of lakes and even onto worker drones themselves

Tails-

Now every Thalassic drone is based off a different predatory ocean creature so their tails will all be different but hold the same purpose of helping them swim through water. (Other animal like octopus tentacles can be allowed too)

Heads-

Like regular disassembly drones these drones have the extra set of eyes on their heads 3 specifically used for very specific tasks, the middle for underwater vision, the left for thermal heat tracking and the right sonar tracking within deeper parts of the water. Another thing you can add to these drones are fins on the sides of their heads as well as other ocean creature features such as an angler fish light

Teeth-

Even with different species of creature all Thalassic drones have the same style of teeth which act like shark teeth another set above the original set as a replacement incase anything happens to the main pair. Underbites and overbites are actually pretty common with this make of drone as well

Accessory’s-

These drones like to scavenge anything left over at the bottom of lakes, left over near shores or just robbery of worker drones they kill using these items to personalise themselves. Such as using old netting to make waist bands and fish hooks for piercings on their tails or fins

Colours-

The base colour here isn’t the set colours these drones can be coloured however you wish but their usual is a more greyish tone or if you wish can be coloured base off the sea creatures of your choosing for you character

Clothing-

There is no set clothing type for these guys so go crazy we only ask that you add some small rips and tares to their clothing as they can get snagged underwater

Credits-

We would both love to see what you create with these drones so please tag either of us in your creations we hope you love these silly creatures as much as us

[voraciousvore]

The Half-Blood Giant (34/51)

Chapter 34: Home

Hunter had survived an entire week of school, and he was exhausted and miserable. Now, though, he was faced with a new and unexpected challenge: the weekend. Two days of being stuck in the dorm with a bunch of other boys who hated his guts with a passion. His cruel actions and rude attitude hadn’t won him any friends. The only person who gave him a chance was Hector, but Hunter resented him for being with Hannah, his new crush. Besides, Hector was a human, an inferior. Hunter wasn’t sure if he could stand only having a human for a friend. It was pathetic. 

Luckily, Hunter was rescued from this looming torment by his parents, of all people. Jackie opened a portal for Hunter on Friday night and asked him if he wanted to come home for the weekend. He jumped at the opportunity, despite how depressing his life had been back home. He was trapped inside the house again, sure, but at least he wasn’t surrounded by people who despised him. And he had access to as much food as he needed: wonderful, delicious, home-cooked meals. His father was more than willing to cook for his darling son and didn’t judge him for his out-of-control binging. His stomach finally had some relief. 

Despite the advantages of being back home, Hunter recognized that his experience had permanently changed him. His cravings for human meat didn’t fade just because there weren’t humans around. While he still didn’t want to eat his mother, since she was his own flesh and blood, he was far more aware of the natural order of humans and giants and his place within that structure. His predatory instincts were sharpened as he noticed with more clarity and interest her smell and small movements as those of a prey animal. He realized his father’s obsession and devotion to her wasn’t as pure and loving as he always assumed. His father could barely contain himself from devouring her. She was lucky to have survived his voracious impulses. In fact, his father’s restraint was laudable. Hunter could hardly control himself from eating humans, and he was only half-giant. 

Additionally, he had enjoyed lording over the tiny humans at his school and frightening them with his giant size. Indeed, even though he felt out of place like a freak, he was still bigger and taller than everyone else, including the biggest giants there. He liked being at the apex of the food chain, even if he was universally reviled. In the Land of Giants, he was still relatively small, and had to fear strangers and the outside world. If he dared to venture forth from the safety of his home, he could be tackled to the ground, chopped up into pieces, and devoured by a much larger giant. He lacked control over his life. He hated living in isolation and fear. 

Chester was surprised to see his son had grown so much in only a week. Hunter was about ten feet taller than him now. Jackie was disconcerted to see he was still enlarging, which pleased Hunter. He resented his parents in spite of their unconditional love for him. Jackie and Chester were full of questions about his school experience, but he kept his answers curt and clipped, omitting the most critical parts. He especially didn’t want to tell them about how he got in trouble multiple times at school. His parents were concerned about him, and disappointed that he wouldn’t divulge more, but there was nothing they could do to coax him into speaking. 

Hunter was far more willing to open up to his Grandpa Ajax, whom he respected deeply and believed understood him better. His parents obliged him when he asked to see his grandparents and chauffeured him to their estate. Ajax was ecstatic to see how much bigger Hunter had grown, with the knowledge that he was still sprouting like a weed. His grandson glowed under his praise. After visiting with everyone for a while, Ajax and Hunter went for a walk around the artificial lake for a more frank and private discussion. 

“I hate humans,” Hunter vented. “You were right. They’re weak and pathetic, but the giants in that world treat them like equals. It’s so bizarre.” As he spoke, he stomped on a twig, snapping it in half under his foot. 

“They’re deluded,” Ajax agreed, slapping Hunter on the back. “I’m heartened to see you still have common sense.” 

“It takes everything I have not to snatch them up and devour them. They smell so delicious.” 

“Oh, yes. They’re a rare delicacy for sure. To be honest, son, I’m a bit envious of you. If I went to that world, I wouldn’t hesitate to gorge myself.” Ajax turned up the corner of his mouth in a subtle smirk. 

“I was sent to the principal’s office for grabbing up a human student and shaking her in the middle of class. Now everyone hates me.” Hunter looked down at his feet as he walked, dejected. 

“There’s no point in seeking the approval of fools,” Ajax expressed. “Just be yourself and do what you believe is right. You shouldn’t care about what delusional idiots think of you.” 

“Yeah, you’re right,” Hunter agreed. He kicked a pebble into the water with a satisfying plunk. “The only kid that wants to be friends with me is a human. I’m not sure how to feel about that.” 

“Lure him in with a false sense of security and eat him,” Ajax suggested with a grim smile. 

“Oddly enough, his girlfriend is the human I bullied,” Hunter continued, putting his hands in his pockets. With some hesitation, he got to the core of the issue. “I… I don’t know if it’s because… I’m part human…” He made a face. “But I’m starting to develop… feelings for her.” He slowed his pace and slumped his shoulders, averting his eyes with shame. 

Ajax quirked a brow. “I see. Well, these things can happen from time to time, as shameful as it is, even with pure-blooded giants. Just look at your father.” Hunter grimaced. “Believe it or not, long before I met your grandma, back when I was a young lad, I developed feelings for a human woman once.” 

Hunter did a double take, flabbergasted. “What? You?” 

Ajax nodded. “I was more handsome and less scary-looking back then, of course. More naïve as well. It was a short-lived fling, to say the least. She was short-lived as well.” His singular eye grew misty with distant recollections. “Neither of our parents approved, so we met in secret. One day, my parents found out, despite my best efforts to hide her. They told me I shouldn’t play with my food and pressured me into eating her. To be frank, I don’t believe I would have been able to resist my hunger much longer regardless. So, I gave in to temptation and consumed her.” 

He rubbed his belly, as if the ill-fated woman was still alive and trapped within. “Ah, she was amazing, she was! Now I live with the knowledge that she will always be a part of me.” He gave Hunter a serious look. “You see, son, humans and giants were never meant to commingle. Our hunger for humans is too powerful. They are nothing more than food to us. And we live much longer than they do. Even if your parents stay in a happy relationship, your father will outlive your mother by hundreds of years. This is merely a fact of life. Giants are inherently superior to humans.” 

Hunter nodded. He’d learned the answer to his burning question, but now he had more questions. Would he live as long as a normal giant, or would he die early because of his human blood? Did the giants in the other realm live longer than humans, or did they have the same lifespan? He was relieved that Ajax had responded to his humiliating confession with understanding as opposed to harsh judgement. He had a better idea of what he needed to do now, for his own sanity, when he returned to the boarding school. 

That time came around all too soon as the weekend flew by. With plenty of nutrients for his expanding body, Hunter had increased in size even more over the weekend. He felt a pit of dread in his gut, not only at returning to the school but with his whole situation with Hannah. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to accept the advice of his grandfather. Jackie made a portal for him early Monday morning close to the school, in a discreet location where he wouldn’t be seen. He passed through the big metal gate and entered the main building of the school. As he went through the double doors, he ran into Principal Henderson. 

“Oh! Hunter! Just the person I wanted to… see…” He trailed off, casting his eyes up at Hunter’s face. The teenager exceeded him in height by a significant margin now, around fifteen feet. “You grew taller.” 

“Yup,” Hunter confirmed tersely. 

“I got you new uniforms, but I didn’t anticipate… you might have outgrown them already,” Milton admitted. “Although I figured you’d grow some… at this rate, we might have to special tailor them. I don’t know if they make clothes for giants as big as you. I mean, sometimes I have trouble finding clothes long enough even at my size.” Milton was flustered, and no wonder: Hunter was turning into a giant amongst giants, and he might not be able to accommodate the boy if he grew too large. 

Milton handed him a parcel with the new uniforms, and Hunter went in the bathroom to change, grateful for anything that was sized better since none of his clothing fit properly. He was surprised to see that the clothes were roomy, almost too big if anything. The principal had either overestimated his size or prepared for him to grow larger—most likely the latter. Hunter was pleased with the idea that he would soon fill out the clothing to a comfortable fit. He exited the bathroom and wandered through the hallway to the cafeteria. While he had already eaten a sizable breakfast at home, he figured it couldn’t hurt to snack on more. 

His nose detected Hannah’s unique blueberry scent, but to his surprise he didn’t smell Hector in the vicinity at all. With his curiosity piqued, he prowled over to the human section to find Hannah sitting alone at one of the tiny tables. Her skin turned ashen when she witnessed his ominous shadow looming over her. She became rigid as her dainty face rotated up to see his massive form. He crouched down on his haunches, leaning over her. Some of the nearby humans, sensing danger, hastened to scamper away. 

“Hannah,” he uttered, unaware of the leer creeping over his features. “Why are you all alone? Where’s Hector?” 

“Oh!” she squeaked. “Um... er... first period is his empty slot... y’know, since we don’t have to take PE...” 

“Why don’t you have breakfast with me then?” Without waiting for an answer, he closed his hand around her, raising her up as he stood back to his full height. Hannah was so stunned she didn’t even cry out. Hunter encased her in his fist casually as he collected his breakfast and took her to his isolated table in the corner of the room. He plunked her down on the table and began to eat his breakfast, admiring her as he did so. She looked so cute with how flustered she was, her tiny hands flitting to her face and arms. She was petrified, unable to make a sound as she cowered helplessly on the table before the giant. 

Hunter couldn’t resist vocalizing his thoughts. “Gosh, you’re just so adorable when you squirm like that!” Hannah froze up, not sure how to respond. Hunter reached out and patted her little head with his finger. Her hair was soft. He ran the tip of his finger, thicker than her entire body, down the side of her face. She was precious, like a perfect little doll. He pinched her gently between his thumb and forefinger and brought her up to his eyes so he could see her better. Her petite frame quivered against his touch. 

He was grateful to have received a double portion of breakfast that morning, because otherwise he would’ve been sorely tempted to eat her. She smelled delicious. He played with her in his hand, toying with her, examining her. He was fascinated with her. He forgot his food and everything else as she consumed his full attention. 

Hannah finally found her voice. “S-stop it...” she whispered. “L-l-let me down... please...” Hunter’s mouth turned down into a frown, his eyebrows crunching down over his flashing green eyes. 

“What’s wrong? I’m not hurting you, am I?” he questioned, carefully cupping her in his palm. He stroked her back with his finger. She trembled and pulled away from his touch. “You don’t need to be afraid of me, Hannah. I already apologized for what I did in class. Why can’t you just move on from that?” 

“It’s not that, Hunter,” she tried to explain. His hateful eyes sparked again with temperamental fire, and she almost lost her nerve, but she forced herself to proceed. “What you’re doing... grabbing me up and touching me like this without my permission, it’s not okay. I don’t appreciate it.” 

A shadow of fury passed over his features, but he controlled his temper. “Why not?” he countered. “I’m big and you’re small. I can do whatever I please.” To emphasize the point, he flexed his hand around her. “Why can’t you just cooperate with me, Hannah? Can’t you see how much I like you? I want to be friends.” 

“Well, I don’t,” Hannah said, more firmly this time. 

“Why don’t you like me?” Hunter asked, raising his voice as his emotions flared up. “Why does everyone at this godforsaken school hate me so much?” 

“Because you’re a jerk,” Hannah answered. She stood up in his hand, gripping one of his curving fingers for support. “Now put me down already!” 

Ignoring her demand, Hunter persisted, “What do you see in Hector anyways? What does he have that I don’t?” 

Hannah’s frustration was beginning to outweigh her fear, and she answered boldly. “Hector is a kind person who is considerate of others and respects me! You’re the total opposite! You only think of yourself, you’re an arrogant, entitled prick, and you ignore my boundaries entirely! I can’t stand you!” 

Hannah covered her mouth as she realized she had made a terrible mistake. Hunter was livid. His enormous fingers arched over her head, closing around her, and for a terrifying moment Hannah thought he would squash her like a bug. She let out an involuntary cry of fright, and the sound made him stop. He opened his hand again, staring at her with a murderous expression. He was gritting his teeth and a vein was pulsing in his forehead, as his face nearly turned purple with rage, but he also appeared as if he would burst into tears. However, Hannah’s panicked face stayed his hand. He couldn’t stand to hurt her, despite his boiling wrath. He lowered his hand to the ground, and Hannah didn’t hesitate to jump out of his palm and run like her life depended on it. Hunter turned away, burying his head in his hands and rubbing his face.  

Chapter 35

Chapter 1

[800lbs]

HELLOOOOO I noticed you in the activity on my account and I took a peek at your blog and your f/o list (great taste btw!!!!! Also I love the way you organized your list and the contents and emojis and stuff!!!!) and I wanted to say hi!!

I always love hearing about people’s F/Os, and I’m so curious about your relationship and dynamic with the Chipmunks! /gen/pos

If you’d like to ramble or talk abt it, I’d be happy to hear!!!!

hii nonnie thanks for sending such a nice ask 😁😁

my aatc s/i is also my fursona (i like to think anthro animals are just a thing that exists in the aatc universe) his name is penny and he's an owl. he's a huge fan of the chipmunks and their music to the extent that he decided to move near them and enroll in their elementary school (he's an adult but he's not much bigger than the chipmunks and is generally immature enough to pass for a child) initially, only jeanette and theodore are willing to be his friend, while simon, eleanor, and brittany are more distrustful of him. alvin doesn't think penny has any bad intentions but he does think he's a weird dork at first. eventually he wins alvin over which is like the main arc of my selfship with them. regarding penny's actual intentions, he really is just a nice guy with a poor understanding of boundaries. being an owl, he does have some predatory instincts but he loves the chipmunks and would never hurt them.

i also have a major au based on the chipmunkson16speed/sludgefest youtube community where the chipmunks are a burnout sludgepop band and penny is their sleazy manager who takes advantage of them. sometimes i like to think of it as a potential bad ending to my main continuity. basically, alvin gets in a fight with dave and convinces simon and theodore to run away from home with him by lying to them and saying dave doesn't want them anymore. they end up staying with penny and he promises them he can make them more famous than they've ever been. the whole thing is basically supposed to be a parody (though it gets pretty dark) of the music industry of the 70s and 80s. eventually i want to write a fic or a fancomic of this au but idk if that will ever happen lol

thanks again for sending an ask it makes me really happy to know people are interested in my selfships. i love sharing my thoughts even if it's a little scary for me sometimes :D

[thecrimsonrescue]

this is like, a behind-the-scenes question- but how do you decide on ranks?? like, do you decide to make 'sets' like how you have Crow, Pidgeon, and Dove, so you keep the same number of the 3 ranks? or do you pick a bird/animal/whatever and go based on vibes?? or do you go in with a rank in mind and picks bird based on vibes??

Good question! Sometimes I make sets, and sometimes I pick the animal. See, Exotic birds are quite easy for me to decide on rank due to my experience with them, So I usually decide on the vibe, size (sometimes), usual personality traits, certain biological traits, and if they're a bird that would be considered a predatory, even sometimes media I enjoy can influence how their rank is decided (including au). Appearance plays into my decision but it's mostly the experience I've had with said birds that help me properly decide on it. for example, I own a Cockatiel and a Parrotlet, Parrotlets are smaller than Cockatiels and tend to try and show dominance despite their small size and obvious strength difference, they test even the biggest of birds and tend to be brave to a fault, Yet get scared of the silliest things, Taking in the size, personality of some of these birds and my experience I'd come to the choice of making them Omega ranked. Cockatiels tend to be excitable and playful, they're bigger than parrotlets but are much more...Silly? All birds tend to be silly but My cockatiel is an absolute enigma and makes me laugh, they are sweet but temperamental and it screamed omega to me. for the birds I have not had much experience with I do plenty of research and decide on what I have studied and seen. Swans are seen as elegant, but swans can be very assertive if need be. They're bigger birds and they're protective of their mates and eggs. I also took in the inspiration of "The Swan Lake". I wanted an Alpha designed to look dainty and sweet but have mad protectiveness engrained in them.

Pigeons have always struck me as sweet but spunky birds, they're smart but hold sass, and they're usually seen as less "delicate" than Doves and less "Pretty" (which I think is a lie but I love birds in general). They're strong birds, survive very well, and are often misjudged. they've struck me as a rank beta due to their size, role, and certain personality traits. a lot of how I decide these also comes from gut feelings and I've always been that way. sometimes, I do sets of three when I think of birds that work well and aesthetically mix, Cockatoos and Cockatiels, There will be a third to the set which will be a kind of Cockatoo, Either Galah or Goffin. This is saying, Some different types of existing birdie bitties may actually have different ranks, however, I've yet to delve into that with you folks.

As for non bird bitties? My non-birdie bitties usually are based on how i view them or my understanding of them (just like the birdies) My nectar bitties are the rank they are because of the time spent with Sugar gliders. Hades, my Grillby is actually based on the song "Hey, little Songbird" from the Hadestown musical. it's also takes into consideration the au. It's always made me think of my Au Grillby (at least when I began to remake him), shaping him to be a large figure that fully gave me the vibes of an Alpha, and due to his personality and AU role, it's been what I've chosen. I try to keep the same number of ranks but I get ideas and I have to act on them before I lose the idea. long story short, I am a being of chaos and I have a system to my madness but sometimes I stray from it with the thought of good ideas. There's a way I do things, it's just a crazy one.

I hope this was a good answer, I went on a full ramble.

[malvirala]

𝚆𝙴𝚂𝙺𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 / 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙻𝚄𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ::

ANON  ASKED:  sheer crack, but important: wesker’s got the cat eyes thing goin’ on, so…does he do the giant pupils thing when he’s excited?

Actually,  its  not  even  entirely  crack  because  it  would  actually  make  perfect  sense  that  Wesker’s  eyes  would  function  similar  to  a  cat,  or  other  predatory  animals  who  possess  similar  vertical  pupils  like  vipers  and  crocodiles.  The  vertical  slits  signify  the  predatory  nature  of  the  owner, allowing  for  more  adapt  vision;  

‘Vertical pupils give highly focused vision and provide accurate distance vision to help the predator know exactly when to strike its prey. These types of predatory animals also usually hunt at night which means they have evolved an extra set of muscles to pull the pupil into a narrow slit shape during the day. This is to prevent the eye from being damaged or overcome by bright light, preserving vision and protecting the eye. Predatory animals with vertical slit pupils, like cats and many snakes, can maintain sharp focus across the horizontal field of view and more accurately judge distance to their prey. ”

So  yeah,  it  would  make  sense  if  Wesker’s  eyes  are  also  capable  of  contracting  and  expanding.  But  I  wouldn’t  say  they’re  exactly  like  a  cats  eyes  outside  of  the  visual  similarity  as  I  don’t  think  Wesker’s  eyes  ever  dilate   enough  to  appear  human  again  from  what  we’ve  observed  of  him / his  eyes  in  canon.  His  eyes  seem  to  be  more  focused  on  keeping  out  light,  I  think ?  I  have  a  lot  of  thoughts  on  this.

What  Wesker’s  eyes  do  do  that  is  super  unique  is  maintain  a  steady  glow.  They’re  highly  bioluminescent  and   this  appears  to  be  linked  to  his  emotions  in  some  way.  When  experiencing  a  particularly  strong  emotion  his  eyes  tend  to  literally  light  up  with  a  temporary  bright / burning  sensation. Its  less  clear  why  this  is  a  thing,  I  mean  it  looks  extremely  cool  and  more  accurately  terrifying   from  an   in  universe  POV  but  there  def  has  to  be  a  more  “zoological”  reason  they  do  this  beyond  Aesthetic  TM.  

Wesker’s  entire  body  has  been  transformed  on  a  cellular  level  by  the  virus  to  make  him  an  adapt  killing  machine  so  here  are  my  ideas/thoughts  surrounding  whats  with  his  eyes  /  why  they  glow. ━  For  a  start,  its  possible  this  is  a  warning  to  other  predators  to  back  off,   similar  with  how  some  poisonous  animals  are  brightly  coloured  as  a  warning  to  fuck  around  and  find  out.  and  I  do  personally  headcanon  that  most  other  infected  creatures  avoid  Wesker  because  They  Know. When Wesker is on the scene they automatically register him as the "bigger predator".

 We  know  infected  creatures  actively  prey  on  each  other,  so  yeah,  anything  with  the  animalistic  intelligence  a  lot  of  the  infected  have  can  determine  that  Wesker  is  too  much  to  handle and they'd do well to stay out of his way.  The  exceptions  would  be  creatures  who  are  particularly   programmed  for  certain  tasks  /  externally  controlled.

It  could  also  have  a  kind  of  “hypnotic  gaze”  effect  per  se,  giving  him  the  ability  to  temporarily  stun / paralyze   prey,  because  again,  from  an  in  universe  POV  Wesker’s  eyes  are  terrifying,  if  you  got  caught  in  his  sight  you’d  be  shook,  and  that's  not  even  with  witnessing  his,  y’know,  crazy  super-human  strength/speed  on  top  of  it.  I  actually  just  think  he  exerts  an  aura  of  danger  /  dread  that  most  members  of  the  “animal  kingdom”  pick  up  pretty  fast  and  if  you  don’t  get  it  on  vibes  alone  his  eyes  serve  as  a  more  explicit  signal. I  know  in  like,  RE0  for  whatever  reason  Wesker  can  shoot  lasers  out  of  his  eyes  which  I  kind  of  interpreted  as  a  kind  of  “physical”  representation  of  this  kind  of  concept. 

Dealing with animals irl that have bioluminescence they do use it in similar ways : Eg warnings to potential predators to back off, luring / stunning preying and occasionally to attract mates.

Personally, I also think the glow  /  light  up  has  to  do  with  sharping  vision.  You  turn  up  the  brightness  of  your  phone / screen  when  you  want  to  see  more,  its  possible  the  “natural  light”  of  Wesker’s  eyes  has  a  similar  purpose  which  comes  back  to  the  cat  idea–  rather  than  completely  dilating  and  becoming  visibly  huge  to  collect  light  and  heighten  vision,  Wesker’s  eyes  simply  glow  /  exert  their  own  light   to  increase / sharpen  his  vision.  This  is  also  another  explanation  for  why  Wesker’s  eye  glow  seems  to  be  related  to  his  emotions.  Naturally  if  he’s  “focusing”  on  something  his  emotions  will  react  accordingly,  so  therefore  the  glow. 

To  add  to  all  that  the  continuous  glow  of  Wesker’s  eyes  may  also  be  a  reason  why  his  pupils  remain  in  the  vertical  slit-like  state  as  oppose  to  ever  dilating  to  an  extreme,  again  having  to  do  with  filtering  light   and  his  eyes  are  literally  producing  their  own  light.  Whatever  the  case  may  be   the  Virus  has  sharpened  Wesker’s  vision  extensively.  

I  mentioned  before in another post that Wesker had  impaired  eyesight/mild  photophobia/sensitivity  previous  to  infection, which is another headcanon of mine and why Wesker has always worn tinted glasses. ( Ie, Wesker was just some guy who always wore sunglasses for some reason. He was wearing prescription, transitional lenses. This means his glasses would react to light and become tinted in brighter environments / daylight. They could be mistaken for sunglasses on occasion but usually if you were around him enough you knew he was just a four-eyed nerd. Actually wearing sunglasses with the darkest tint possible to hide his eyes happened after his mutation. )

SO  BASCIALLY  while  I  don’t  personally  HC  his  eyes  to  dilate,  they  do  GLOW  and  thats  my  Logic  for  why  thats  a  thing.

Oh  ALSO  while  I’m  on  this  topic  the  glow  of  Wesker’s  eyes  is  also  directly  connected  to  the  virus  in  his  system.  Suppressing  the  virus  dulls  his  eye  glow  so  it  can  also  be  used  to  measure  Wesker’s  “strength”  in  a  way. If Wesker is weakened or ill, his eyes dim or stop glowing. This is a bad thing for him. The only time Wesker's eyes stop glowing "naturally" is when he sleeps or is unconscious, but while ever his vision is "active" they glow.  Theres def a lot of canon  implication  of  Wesker’s  vision  and  the  virus  being  connected  beyond  just  the  “aesthetic”  of  his  eyes  looking  like  that.  When  Chris  and  Sheva  “poison”  him  in  5  we  get  a  moment  where  we  see  through  Wesker’s  eyes  and  his  vision  is  fuzzing  out  related  to  the  virus  in  his  system  reacting  to  the  suppressant.  I  ALSO  think  its  interesting  to  note  that  based  on  this  he  SEEMS  to  see  in  a  different  like,  ‘colour’  pallet  to  normal  people  as  well.  The  world  through  “Wesker  vision”  seems  like  it  has  a  yellowish/greenish  tint  to  it. 

[larsisfrommars]

BG3 Santa Playthrough #6

The Path to The Shadow Druid Rendevous:

Before we leave let us question the drow that was killed, perhaps he’ll give us some answers that Nettie would not or could not! Moonrise Towers seems to be another place where people are getting sick.

Is that music? Perhaps we should head this way before we leave! Oh, there’s a lovely young woman writing a song for a passed love one. There is some tenderness in this grove after all!

Wait, we’ve let Alfira be, why do I still hear singing? Oh look a little boy, surely hes not the one singing that tune? No it’s something else, a beautiful bird! Astarion don’t shoot it you selfish little! Oh… Harpies. We must get this child out of here!!

A letter in the harpy’s nest, it seems there is a Cambion lurking about. Goodness, is there no end to the dark creatures lurking in these lands? Goblins, harpies, cambions, a dragon, what next?!

Gale seems to be as fond of children as me, we seem to be getting along quite well, more than I can say for other more… complicated members of this merry band of ours. We should find this dragon’s lair, hopefully we can help these children who’ve made it their business to scamper about unseen in the grove.

What was that man threatening that poor boy for?! Whether he did what he claimed, it does no good to be vitriolic against children! We’d better find this Mol and quickly, maybe she can talk some sense into these children.

Apparently she’s the reason they’re getting into trouble in the first place, hmm… children who have nothing seeking to better their lot through trickeries that do little to actually harm the victims but endanger themselves. Naughty or nice? Remains to be seen.

Zevlor wishes me to kill Kagha?! She is a shadow Druid that much is true but… perhaps she isn’t too far gone? Let’s us see what the other half of her secret must say. If she doesn’t see reason then. Arabella won’t have to be afraid of her anymore.

That harpy fight was no laughing matter, time to make camp and head to the tree where answers live (as they so often do). Let’s befriend the blade of frontiers. He seems more pleasant company than the selfish pale one.

My goodness! Astarion is a vampire?! How awful! For both of us! He says only eats animals… like any other predatory beast. He hasn’t hurt us at least, and he could have. He’s been helpful if a bit… disturbing. As long as he keeps it that way, he won’t be on my list, I trust him that much… for now.

Gale seems unbothered by it, perhaps Astarion isn’t the only “vampire” among us, given what he’s said about his illness. I suppose… You can’t be naughty for something you did not choose. Maybe Astarion never wanted to be one to begin with. Maybe there’s hope for him yet!

More talk of this Absolute “goddess” these people seem very misguided, or very naughty. I’ll send them on their way for now, the more I hear of this goddess the more she worries me. Oh goodness! I will not submit to its desires I must force it to let go of me! Nothing good can come from this! Or them!

What is Shadowheart’s distaste for a goddess of light and kindness?! She is allies with Silvanus! Lady Shar? Gale’s goddess seems to not like her, I am not versed in divine politics… the more I learn of this girl the more she confuses me. She acts with kindness in many things, and is punished for doing so. Perhaps it is Shar then, who belongs on my list. Though I am not certain this damage to her nature could be unlearned…

An Owlbear! Beautiful creature, I will not hurt her child, let’s be in our way! We’ve bigger fish to fry than protective mothers. I wonder what else we’ll find on our way to this shadow Druid meeting place.

Secrets, Swamps, Kagha & Karlach ->

<- Finding The Healer Nettie

[ask-my-ocs-and-their-friends]

Next up is Teshi! A lion hyena hybrid for the world of lion king. Yes I know that it couldn't actually happen. I don't care. They can be pretty jumpy around larger groups of animals or new friends they don't know well. But when their comfortable and open up their very friendly and playful.

Respones for teshi will be marked #LionKingTeshi

Here we got my helluva boss/hazbin hotel oc! Their a hybrid between an incubus and a fennec fox demon! The best part is that despite being an incubus their demisexual! This one is less about the lust and more about the love! They prefer to feed by getting snuggles and cuddles and kisses from their friends and partners. Though whose to say they won't find that special someone? Especially since they work in a hotel that sees so many demons and sinners every day!

Responses for this character will be marked #HelluvaBlake

What's this a not so active series? Meet Seath Kitkun my dragon prince oc! Their the child of a skewing and moonshadow elf couple. Having two supportive moms growing up was great! Especially in a village where family and animals were their speciality. Their group of elves evolved closer to the more predatory animals of the forest giving them a more animal like posture(see their legs) and a deeper connection to nature and its animals.

Responses for this character will be marked #DragonPrinceSeath

Now you've seen my owl house oc but look I've got Harry Potter too! Blake Fisher is a wolf animingus who's a year younger then fred and George and a year older then the second group of marauders. They have a pet wolf who delivers their letters and seconds as an emotional support animal!

Responses for this character will be marked #HarryPotterBlake

And whats this? A naruto oc that has a diffrent clan then Sasuke or Naruto?! Meet Azuki Hyashi one of the few surviving members of the Hyashi Clan. Azuki tends to be more reserved until they open up to people. Their walls are built high as they fear losing people close to them. Though after they let down their walls and feel more comfortable they act very puppy like. All around a very friendly sweet person. Though they act quite animal like due to how the people from their old village and clan lived. So they can be very protective of people they feel close too. Even if the feelings aren't mutual and will go to great extremes to keep them safe. Want to learn more about Azukis lost clan or their kekki genkai? Why not ask them?

Responses for this character will be marked #NarutoAzuki

Welcome my Creepypasta oc Blake Fisher! After running away from home on a journey to get to their Uncles house they were caught by rake and zalgo. Being lied into beliveing Zalgo was a nice guy who would help them they were turned and forced to become his proxy find out more in my Ao3 story or ask them yourself!

Repomses for this character will be marked #CreepypastaBlake

And last but not least we have lillystreams future partners doe'leap and holly'fang two larger then average cats who are extra fluffy. Why does Lilly always fall for the ones so much bigger then her?

These two will be marked as #Holly'Fang and #Doe'Leap respectively

Well then now that we've got all the characters sorted out what about the rules? Well you can find them here!