hatboxhunger

[hatboxhunger]

I am massively proud of how gorgeous this merman is. Massive improvements all around. Drawing wet skin was a little bit beyond my understanding but I´ll figure it out eventually. :]

“A merman, all tangled up in someone else’s net,” Captain Kaden shouted. “What kind of pirates would we be if we didn’t steal it?”

His crew howled and cheered in agreement, lifting the heavy net out of the water, much to the creatures relief. As soon as it was placed at the captain’s feet, it slumped against its bindings in relief, no doubt exhausted from having to wrestle just to get a breath of air.

A coy smile played at its lips and the captain took a moment to admire its beauty. It’s skin was a dark brown, more human than the bright blue and orange tones he’d seen on mermen, with golden cat like eyes that matched the expensive looking crown on its head.

“That’s a pretty crown you’ve got, your highness,” he purred, looking down on the creature. “Who did you drown to get your hands on it?”

“Why would I have to do something like that?” it asked, its voice effortlessly melodic, and his crew responded in delirious agreement, which caught Kaden off-guard. “All I’ve ever needed to do was ask.”

“A siren,” he realized, reaching for his blade and quickly being apprehended by his own men and made to kneel. The creature snickered.

“I prefer Lyre, actually,” it mused, leaning back as though it was comfortable and eyeing him with utter delight. “How wonderful to find someone immune to my charm. I wonder what you’d do to me, if I gave you half a chance.”

“I’d drop you back into the ocean to starve,” he hissed, his face twisting in disgust as its grin widened. “Maybe cut off your fins first. Draw enough blood to alert the sharks.”

“No, don’t skim on the details,” it said. “Paint me a picture. Do your men help you throw me off board? Do the sharks notice how weak and hungry I am? Does it scare them?”

The captain considered the thing before him for a moment before snorting, his shoulders relaxing despite the painfully tight hold his men had on him.

“You’re a bit pathetic, aren’t you?” he asked and its expression shifted into a muted sort of irritation. “You’re surrounded by men who can’t take their eyes off of you and you go after me?”

“Obviously I go after you.”

“I’m… sorry?”

“You should be,” it muttered. “I don’t go for men who can’t say no and that leaves me unbearably chaste. I assume you’re some kind of ace? I know I’m unbearable to you lot but be a dear and just pretend you want to kill me, alright? I need something to fuel my fantasies.”

“I’m sex positive, actually,” he pointed out.

“What?”

“I don’t mind getting it on with people every now and then,” he said and the siren stared at him unblinkingly. His own men seemed to tighten their grip on him and for a second he thought that maybe he should have stuck to insults and death threats. Then, the siren squirmed, folding its tail to the side elegantly and giving him a flirty look.

“Am I people?” it asked, a crazed edge to his voice. “I’m not man or woman or- or human. Do I fit? Would you…?”

“Let my men go first,” he decided and it gasped.

“Boys, leave him be! In fact, leave both of us be for, er, the foreseeable future,” it said, waving them off with its tail. They let go of his arms and shuffled away like golems, glancing back at the siren longingly before disappearing down the stairs.

Maybe later they could bring them some whiskey from storage. Could sirens drink whiskey?

“That’s the best I can do,” it said. “I mean, if I could turn off my charm, I wouldn’t be in such a dry spell. Um, admittedly I’ve never… I’ve never-“ and it began laughing. “How embarrassing. I’ve never been with anyone before. Not really. The thought has always been so repulsive, you know? Do you know?”

Kaden drew his blade once more and the siren stopped talking, its eyes darting to his face, trying to read his intention.

“Amateurs can be very passionate, you know,” it tried, relaxing when he kneeled and cut the net hugging its waist. “Aww, that’s a pity. I kind of liked the way that felt.”

“Did you?” he whispered, holding onto its waist and rubbing his thumbs at the bruised skin, feeling Lyre shudder under his touch. Its skin was soft, slightly rubbery and utterly sensitive, with strong muscles that trembled at the slightest touch. He planted a kiss over its naval and it swore like a sailor, tensing under his grip.

“You can’t- That’s- Oh, I’ll be so embarrassed- Go easy on me, will you??”

“Not used to this, are you?” he asked and it shuddered, biting his lip and looking up, like it was trying not to cry. “Should I stop?”

“No, no, no, no, no- Just- Just don’t laugh at me, if I don’t last very long,” it said, making the smallest little whimper when he went back in to lick at its skin. “Oh, you- you filthy, bloodthirsty shark! You’re doing this on purpose! Oh, I am NOT going to give you the satisfaction! I am- I’m going to toughen it out, just you wait and see!”

The captain was willing to test that theory.

I was heavily inspired by Juanmaoao´s mermen drawings: https://x.com/Juanmaoao/status/1392568532458561536 I used this crown for reference: https://drakkavikingshields.com/products/sweetv-king-crown-for-men-royal-mens-crown-prince-tiara-for-wedding-birthday-prom-party-halloween-decorations-alexander-antique-silver

[hatboxhunger]

Ditto! This is exactly why I´ve needed some time to decide how I want to practice kink and what kind of art/content I want to post. I´ve struggled with an ED in the past and developed a kink in large part because of that experience. I´m sure I´m not the only one.

Trauma can cause kink but kink can also cause trauma. I want to be mindful about what I post. I used to use art as thinspo. It took me a long time to realize that all art is stylized, that all pictures are photoshopped and that my body will always jiggle regardless of how much I weigh. It would make me feel quite a few things is somebody used my art as thinspo. It is worth mentioning that ED´s are often a symptom and not the problem itself. Many trans people develop them because of dysphoria. Many people who are struggling with one thing or another develop them as a distraction. There is no shame in struggling. There is no shame in needing time to unlearn unhealthy habits. There is a lot of resources out there, a few google searches away, but its best to try and decipher if there is a bigger problem besides the ED. There is no shame in realizing you´re having a very hard time. It helped me to google and learn about depression and anxiety. It helps to pinpoint the bigger problems. It´s okay if it takes a long time to do so. Life drawing also helped me personally. It is a very beautiful experience looking at photos of nude models and copying the curves onto paper. All skin sags because it is soft. Muscle tissue are soft when they are relaxed and many muscular men appear quite fat because they are properly hydrated. Hydration makes a massive difference. Skin folds and freckles and stretch marks and scars are all textures on the canvas of skin and it was extremely soothing placing them on paper and recognizing that you´re drawing them because you´re drawing a person. It was extremely lovely internalizing that this is what people look like. These details are the proof that they lived, that they enjoyed themself, that they worked out, that they struggled. They are the human experience. All art is stylized except what you are putting onto paper right then and there. We´re all just mammals, trying to make the best out of a bad situation. We are all inherently lovely.

Why?

As a person in a hunger kink community, we don’t accept any kind of pro ED post.

For the love of god please take care of yourself if you have an ED 🙏🙏🙏

GET SOME HELP

[hatboxhunger]

Nightshade left quite a bit of artifacting on these, unfortunately. It seems to be less noticable when the image has more grit and texture so that´s good to know. Everyone´s best work is always the next one. Doesn´t mean what you have right now ain´t beautiful. :]

It´s not that Pier wanted to be subtle about indulging his stranger appetites, it´s that he had to be. His servants didn´t share or even understand his enthusiasm, instantly picking up on the growling on his stomach and pestering him about it to no end.

Quite frankly, it made Pier feel lonely. So many fish in the sea and yet, he hadn´t found a single merman who seemed comfortable teasing him the way he wanted, dragging that desperate needy side of him to the surface. He´d practically given up, that is until he met the most curious scientist.

“I´m studying merfolk biology. Hunger specifically,” he explained and Pier clung to the edge of his boat, staring at the man with wide, hungry eyes. “I believe you´ve studied the topic yourself?”

“Oh, yes, I find it fascinating,” he said, vaguely, waving off his guards who couldn´t look more relieved to miss out on the rest of their conversation. “Would you like to exchange some notes?”

“I´m afraid my interest goes beyond scientific curiosity,” the man confessed and Pier felt his claws digging into the ships paintjob. “but perhaps that makes two of us.”

[hatboxhunger]

Howdy! I´ve been meaning to contribute to this community for a long long time! Without further ado, enjoy:

Colton had packed a weeks’ worth of rations, sure, but only for his horse and not for himself. Perhaps if he´d turned around as soon as he realized this, he could have still made it in time. However, he´d already dawdled quite a bit at the bar before heading out and he reasoned that if he made his client wait any longer, the man might get worried that he´d died!

He couldn´t just make his new client worry like that, it wasn´t right, and he´d rather starve than have his horse Beans overexert itself. No, he´d just have to go hungry for a little bit, it was the right thing to do. He´d be fine. He had a slow metabolism, after all, barely needing two meals a day to feel full. Maybe his stomach would grumble a little, maybe he´d get a bit of a stomach ache but he´d make it to Windy Stone in exactly one week, right on time.

Three days in, he realized that maybe he´d underestimated the severity of this “stomach ache”.