#( ollie. / && answer. )

[overtake]

Jeddah 2024

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Lando. I swear that boy and his hospital pics and turning up at the paddock still with his hospital bracelets!

Recovery smut thoughts???

Pity Fuck {1} || LN4

Part Two

“If you want this then lie still,” you warned him.

“But baby…”

“No, you’re meant to be resting,” you pointed out as you slowly began to rock your hips. “This is not resting.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you rode your boyfriend, trying to be gentle but also losing rhythm as your pleasure grew. Lando knew better than to argue so he let you have control, he would enjoy himself anyway. But he really wanted to put you on your back and pound into you.

His hands roamed your body before cupping your breasts and you opened your eyes to see his deft fingers pinch and roll your nipples. The plastic of his hospital wristband scraped across your skin and you shivered at the feel of it. "Can you please cut them off?"

Lando smirked as he pushed the band back up his forearm before gripping your hips and pulling you more vigorously down on his cock. He groaned as he felt his high coming from the gorgeous sight of your tits bouncing and his cock being buried deep inside you, but he was a gentleman and he would wait for you to come first. He knew it was only moment away from how tight your walls were around him and the slick heat running down your thighs.

"Oh, Lando, fuck," you moaned and he reached between your thighs to press his thumb to your clit. Bolts of lightning shot through you as his touch tipped you over the edge and you shuddered with your release, Lando quickly joining you.

You collapsed in relief before throwing yourself haphazardly away when you realised you probably hurt his bruised ribs, but he was still smiling in his happy haze. Unharmed.

He barely noticed you reach into his side drawer and find the pocket knife he had kept since he was a Cub Scout, but he did notice when he felt the tug on his wrist and the band snapped in two.

"Hey! I needed that," he complained as he picked up the reminder of his Vegas crash. "I still had at least three more pity fucks left."

"Boohoo, my love. You'll just have to survive with a regular fuck," you teased as you dropped it into the drawer with all the other random crap that had been amassed over the years. "Maybe I'll let you have my ass for your birthday."

His eyes lit up with the idea since he had been quietly hinting it at for a long time, but they quickly fell with a pout. "My birthday was last week."

You winked and got up to clean the mess between your legs. "It's a good thing they come around again every year."

His groan followed you to the bathroom and you laughed at his whine. "It's a whole year!"

Click here for his birthday.

[toxooz]

me @ Ollie: aaaw u have ur mothers snarl 🥺

[who-dare-interrupt-my-slumbers]

sorry i can’t hang out today i have to repeatedly beat a 9 year old in snowball fights. yeah, headshots only. all day thing, you know how it is. can’t just go buy my own toasty packs now can i.

[k-wame]

Emerald Fennel Writer/Director of 'Saltburn' Breaks Down the Arrival Scene from 'Saltburn' for Vanity Fair Magazine via Youtube

[jackpiastri]

just some of dino’s biggest fans today during his insta live 😝😝

[mysterycitrus]

Top five DC ships?

oooooooo fun q

1. dickroy — the Guys. trauma bonded to all hell. would die for one another cause they’ll kill each other. something is very wrong with them. they share custody of lian and like twelve adopted teenagers.

2. dickkory — thee bi4bi, t4t couple. the sun and the moon. red and blue. starcrossed lovers. the princess and her malewife. nobody is doing it like them.

3. rosecass or rosecassie — i enjoy lesbian conflict

4. yj polycule — sometimes u just gotta kiss ur best friends on the mouth

5. bruce wayne/divorce — this man has fumbled every baddie he’s ever had. i need him to be elon musk levels of divorced

[sscarletvenus]

the last time someone smiled this pretty they died so

[lottie1824]

i wish you would write a fic on….landoscar rivals in a championship battle

or

i wish you would write a fic on…bearnelli at ferrari and mercedes being the second drivers and working together to get through the emotional pressures

Ask Game:

Send me an anymous (or not) summary of the fic you wish I would write. (maybe I will write a tidbit)

Hello Anon, thanks for the ask 🧡 I hope you like what I came up with and if anyone wants to take the ideas and run with them then go ahead

Landoscar championship battle:

I'm going to give my thoughts first of all on the scenario. There would be angst and miscommunication. It would be a fierce battle on track between them both with the potential to have a couple of clashes and when they realise that they are in a championship battle together, Oscar sensibly suggests that they should put their relationship on hold for the time being. Something happens in the middle of the season where one of them has what looks like a bad crash (like Lando's Vegas one last year) and they realise that actually the championship isn't more important than what they had started to build off the track.

"You can't just make a move like that down the inside!" Lando yelled, furious ever since his boyfriend, could he still call Oscar his boyfriend, had crashed them both out of the race.

"Lando," Oscar responded calmly, refusing to let any anger that he may feel, bubble out of him. "The door was open for me, I had all the right to attempt that move. It was only once that I was fully alongside you that you closed the door. I know that your frustrated but yelling at me isn't gonna get you anywhere?"

"Of course you have to try and take the moral high ground," Lando all but spat. "Always trying to be the goody two shoes. Doesn't always translate to on track unfortunately."

Oscar forced himself to take a deep breath to try and hold the tears at bay that were threatening to slip out. He knew that Lando was frustrated at them both and unfortunately had the tendency to take out his frustrations on something. Usually it was a pillow or something similar however this time it seemed that Oscar was the target. Even though he tried not to show it, Lando's words were hurting him.

"I think we should take a break," Oscar said quietly. "From our relationship. That and the title fight clearly can't work alongside each other so we should break it off until the end of the season."

With that, Oscar all but ran out of the room, not stopping to see that his words had hit Lando like a ton of bricks. Not seeing that Lando was watching him leave, frozen solid, tears beginning to roll down his face as the gravity of what had happened began to sink in.

Bearnelli:

First come the thoughts. Both of them get seats for the 2025 season after Lewis ends up retiring at the end of 2024 due to an injury sustained towards the end of the season. Ollie gets promoted immediately into the Ferrari seat. They both had seats at top teams and that should be that right? Wrong. Immediately the pressure begins to press down upon them until they begin to crack. There's only so much one person can take until they break completely. Kimi breaks first. Breaks down in Ollie's arms after a dnf due to mechanical failure. After that, instead of them both dealing with the weight alone, they bare each other's as well, making it much more manageable. Come the end of the season their support of each other has led them to getting more points than their respective teammates

Ollie could sense that something was off with Kimi. It had been for a while. There would be periods where Ollie would happen upon him, just staring into space with a vacant expression on his face. He was much more jumpy and on more than one occasion, Ollie suspected that he had interrupted Kimi crying. Yet Kimi hadn't said a word.

So, it surprised Ollie when he heard a knock on his hotel room door just past midnight. It hadn't woken him up as he couldn't get to sleep. For the past few hours he'd just been staring at the ceiling, his mind whirring with what could have been in the qualifying session.

When the knocking came again, more urgent this time, Ollie hurried out of bed and to the door, wondering who on earth wanted him at this time of night.

He opened it to find Kimi stood there tears streaming down his cheeks. Without thinking Ollie immense scooped Kimi up into his arms.

"It's okay baby, I've got you know." He didn't know where the pet name came from but there was time later to analyse it.

[ellieloves2read]

Nine people you’d like to get to know better

Thanks @ollieofthebeholder for the tag!

Three Ships

clethubs (hermitcraft/life series), falin/marcille (dungeon meshi), jizzie (life series/empires/any series with both of them there)

First Ship

hmmmmm i think it was percabeth?

Last Song

intermission by the scissor sisters 

Currently Reading

soul music, by terry pratchett  

Last Movie

i cannot for the life of me remember o(-( i wanna say the sonic movie but i dont think it was??

Currently Craving

top surgery lemonade :]

Tagging (absolutely no pressure) @ilexdiapason, @romijuli, @fried-cowboy-1897, @definedvines, @honorsongs, @flaxenhairedsamurai, @sporadicmusicjellyfish, @standbyeris, @areus-in-a-little-cave, and anybody else who wants to give this a go :]

[princeof-flowers]

Qifrey and Olruggio both have outfits that looks unnecessarily difficult to remove. Qifrey more than Olruggio.

Like??? Tf you mean your shirt is literally strapped to your thighs? What's with the leather collar?

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Ok I know you said time won't make them nicer to each other.

But I need her reaction to Carlos being diagnosed with appendicitis. Maybe she's the one that takes him to the hospital?!

The Uphill Battle {2} || CS55

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, name calling, angst

WC: 2.9k

Part One

Carlos was grumpier than usual. And that was saying something since he had been in a mood since the news broke about Lewis taking his seat. You could understand that after losing seats to guys all the time before getting a spot in the Academy. Carlos, however, was not used to that feeling and it showed as he pushed himself harder at each training.

“You’re too weak,” he taunted as you wiped the sweat from your brow and started another set of reps with trembling arms. “It’s like you don’t even want to be in F1.”

You let the weight bar fall into the shelf and sat up. “Go project yourself onto someone else, you miserable shit.”

After taking second place at the feature race in Bahrain you had shown you had the drive for F1, but it didn’t seem to change his training approach. He was still firmly on the path of insult until you explode and prove him wrong. To be fair, it had worked so far.

A muscled arm, followed by a bare chest, blocked your way when you stood up, a sneer pulling at his lips. “You’re not funny.”

“I wasn’t joking. Now get out of my way, you have free practice to get ready for.”

He looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. He hadn’t meant to let time get away from him but when he found you in the gym he decided to finish his warm up routine alongside you. It had been a mistake because he couldn’t help but pester and critique you until he completely forgot what he was meant to be doing.

“Fine, but you need to stay and finish your set. That was just embarrassing to watch.”

“I’m done. With you. And with your training. Go fuck yourself, Junior.” You shoved past him, your elbow connecting with his gut, before you made your way to the stack of towels. You felt his presence follow you to the changing rooms and he closed the door to the shower cubicle.

“You’re done when I say you are done,” Carlos growled, turning you to face him before he pressed your back to the cold tile wall.

You tipped your head back and laughed darkly. “Only for the next nine months, then I’m Lewis’ problem. Or, maybe I’ll get the golden boy as my PT. Charles seems sweet and kind, I wouldn’t mind testing his patience.”

“Listen here, you little-” Whatever threat you would have ignored was lost as you flipped the handle of the cold tap and washed it gush out of the showerhead and straight into Carlos’ face.

“You were saying?”

“Brat.” The timber in his voice had the desired effect as his hand enveloped your throat and pulled you under the cold spray. His lips crashed against yours and his thigh nudged your legs apart, your hips riding the thick muscle as you kissed him back just as passionately. “I really hate you.”

You grinned, but it was more a baring of teeth ready to sink into his skin. “I don’t even hate you, that’s how little I feel about you.”

His palm glided over your ribs, touching the flesh bared by the sports bra you trained in, and slipped between the waistband of your shorts. His fingers spread your folds and curled into your core as your head fell back against the tiles.

“You feel something,” Carlos chuckled, dipping his head down to leave his mark on the swell of your breast. “Or you wouldn’t feel so fucking wet.”

“God I hate it when you open your mouth, just fuck me already.”

Carlos pulled the elastic waistband and let it snap back against your skin. The twanging pain was instant but then it was gone as he dragged the material down your legs. Another ache flared as he sunk his teeth into the soft supple skin on your thigh and you cried out at the heat that radiated from the indents he left behind.

“Fucking savage,” you growled, but you both knew how much you liked it that way.

“Sticks and stones, malcriada.”

You were needy, impatient, and well aware someone would come looking for Carlos as the countdown to free practice began. The lure of a verbal repartee would have to wait if you wanted some pleasure to balance out the pain in the arse that was Carlos. You pushed Carlos onto the bench where your dry towel had been abandoned and he lifted his hips for you to drag his shorts off.

“You gonna ride this di-“ You slapped your hand over his mouth to silence him and straddled his hips, sinking down on his cock with a moan that echoed around the changing room.

“Be a good boy and keep the commentary to yourself if you want a happy ending,” you warned as you let your hand fall to his shoulder and started to roll your hips. He heeded your words and bit his bottom lip to keep from saying something that would leave him with blue balls.

His hands gripped your waist and guided you up and down, setting rhythm that had you bouncing on his dick and an orgasm quickly building. The heat flashing across your body was the perfect contrast to the droplets of cold water collecting on your back and shivering down your spine.

“Fuck, harder,” you begged as your head fell back and he grazed his teeth over your throat. Your gasp filled the small cubicle as he nipped sharply at your skin and you raked your nails down his chest, earning a deep groan from his parted lips. The pained sound made your cunt clench and flutter before he suddenly stood up and turned you to face the wall. The emptiness within your body was quickly filled with the snap of his hips and his hand slapped over your mouth to muffle the cry at the sudden fullness.

“Shut up and take it,” he ordered quietly in your ear. “This is what you asked for.”

Carlos’ hands fell to your hips, bruising your skin with their harsh grip as he pounded into you. The slap of your bodies colliding filled the small space and your eyes rolled back into your head as your legs began to tremble. Your breathing deepened and you forgot where you were as your mind emptied and your body exploded.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Carlos moaned, your walls tightening around him with your orgasm. A wordless grunt warmed your ear before he sealed his lips over your racing pulse and left his mark while he filled your cunt.

Your forehead pressed to the cool tile as you regained your breath and Carlos pulled out, chuckling as he watched his cum leak down your still trembling thighs. “God, you’re a whore.”

“That’s more of an insult to you, desperado,” you teased. “Should I send the invoice to you or Sainz Senior?”

You forced yourself upright and stepped under the cold spray to see his smirk fade as you washed his seed away. You both jumped at the loud knock on the bathroom door and a voice called out, “Carlos, are you in there? You’re going to be late.”

“Just a sec,” Carlos shouted back before attempting to step under the now warm spray. You cast your hands out, splaying your fingers across his torso, catching the pained wince that crossed his face.

“Tsk, tsk, Daddy’s calling,” you said with a shake of your head.

He looked down at himself, the evidence of what transpired glistening on his cock. “Seriously?”

It was your turn to smirk and push him back further before waving him off. “Good luck.”

Free practice was already underway by the time you finished showering and changing into fresh Ferrari merch. No one really paid you any mind as you found a good spot on the balcony above the pit lane and watched the final 30 minutes of track time.

Despite there being better performers, your eyes kept being drawn back to your PT and the lowly 7th place he finished. You had catalogued a list of insults for him and went down to the debrief room ready to rule him up when you found him leaning against the corridor wall. Lines from his balaclava creased his cheeks and his eyes screwed shut as he clutched a hand to his stomach.

“Don’t think playing sick will let you off the hook for that performance,” you said as you crossed your arms.

There was no humour in his face, no wry amusement that usually came with your insults. Instead, he silently pushed off from the wall and made his way on towards the briefing room.

You kind of felt bad as you left the track and returned to the hotel. There had been a misstep in the turbulent dance that had been going on for months and you were left unsettled by it. Nothing on the tv could distract you enough that you finally gave up and took the elevator to Carlos’ floor. It was late but you figured he would still be awake as you knocked on his door.

“You look like shit,” you greeted, but your voice was thick with concern. “What’s wrong?”

Sweat beaded on his forehead and the sickly sheen covered his bare chest too. Reaching out, you felt his skin burning like a furnace and he swayed on his feet before leaning on the doorway.

“You don’t care, so just go,” he rasped, his voice pained and weak.

You rolled your eyes and stepped around him to see a sick bowl on the coffee table with some painkillers beside it and a rumpled blanket spread over the couch. He made to follow but he could barely hold himself up and it was only your arms that kept him collapsing. “Fuck sake, Carlos, you need a hospital.”

“Just need sleep,” he argued. His body shivered and his throat worked to swallow but you had been through enough hangovers to know what was coming. You leapt for the sick bowl and barely got it under his face before he hurled up the bright blue electrolyte drink that you spotted on the table.

“Where’s your phone and your keys?” He peeked up from the bowl pitifully and he saw the determined look on your face before pointing to the kitchen. “Can you stand on your own? Don’t look so offended, it’s a reasonable question in your state.”

“I’m fine.”

“And I’m Max Verstappen.” You let go of him for a second to see if he would crumple to the carpet but he seemed to hold himself on pure stubbornness so you dashed to the kitchen to dump the bowl in the sink and grab his belongings.

“Planning on robbing me too?” he asked as he noticed you grabbed his wallet too.

“Since I’m apparently a whore, you owe me a hefty debt,” you muttered sarcastically. “It’s for your ID, asshole.”

Carlos didn’t deign to respond as he curled one arm around your shoulders, leaning heavily into your embrace, and the other clutched his abdomen.

“You’ve been in pain since practice, haven’t you?”

“Maybe…can we just go?”

You pocketed his things and took as much weight as you could off him, using every ounce of your strength training as you guided him to the elevator. It was strange to see him so reserved in the elevator mirror as it headed down to the underground car park and it was even stranger to sit in the driver seat of his car.

“Please don’t crash it,” he murmured as you started it up and headed out into the street.

“I know you don’t believe it, but I am actually a decent driver,” you muttered. The city traffic was busy 24/7 but the satnav came in handy with the directions to the emergency room at the nearest hospital. “Should I call your dad?”

“No. It’s probably nothing but a stomach bug.”

That ‘probably nothing’ turned out to be acute appendicitis. You could have laughed at how spectacularly wrong Carlos was but you were too worried as he was wheeled away to surgery and you were left to make a phone call.

‘Do not call him Daddy Sainz,’ you reminded yourself as you entered the passcode on Carlos’ phone and hoped he wasn’t too delusional to get it right. Thankfully it unlocked and you went to his contacts. “Hello, Mr Sainz?”

“Who is this?” he asked worriedly.

“It’s Y/N, I drive for Ferrari in the Academy, uh, Carlos is my Mentor.”

“Where is my son? Why do you have his phone?”

“He’s at the hospital. They’re just taking him into surgery now to remove his appendix.”

The elder Sainz must had put you on speakerphone as you heard the noises at his end increase. “Which hospital? Why are you only calling me now?”

“King Fahad Armed Forces and you’re welcome, by the way, if it wasn’t for me your son would still be curled up on the couch in his room until it burst.”

“He said you had an attitude,” the old man muttered quietly before he resigned himself to a sigh. “Thank you. I’ll be there soon.”

You sent him the ward number that Carlos would be brought through when he was out of surgery and tried to make yourself comfortable on a vinyl chair. It must have been cozy enough as you dozed off, only waking when a nurse tapped your shoulder and smiled sweetly. “Mr Sainz is on his way up now, the operation went well.”

You rubbed your eyes and thanked her as you sat up to see almost two hours had passed. It was then you noticed a pair of brown eyes were watching curiously from across the room.

“Have you been watching me sleep?” you asked as you stretched and cracked your back.

The old man snorted a laugh and put down the almost empty styrofoam cup of black coffee. “You don’t need to wait, I can look after him from here.”

“And ruin my perfect posture for nothing? I’m fine waiting a bit longer.” You stood up and made your way to the percolator jug of black sludge and poured yourself a cup too before pacing the room. “Have you been talking with the other teams yet?”

His eyes followed you back and forth like he was trying to pick your brain apart. “About what?”

“2025. He’s too good for his F1 career to end now.”

The old man stood up too and refilled his cup. “Would you like milk and sugar?” he asked when he noticed your face scrunch at the first sip.

“Just a tiny dash of milk please, no sugar. I like my coffee like I like my men: a little dark and bitter.”

He chuckled and poured a small amount of milk into your cup before returning to his seat. “I can see why my son likes you.”

You spluttered on your mouthful and hurried to swallow the hot liquid. “You must be thinking about someone else. Carlos and I just about have a mutual understanding, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he borderline hates me.”

“Can’t be too many female Ferrari drivers that he mentors from the Academy, because I sincerely remember his comment about her,” the old man teased, crossing one leg over the other and staring over the rim of his cup. His eyebrow arched, daring you to correct him until he took the silence with an air of smugness.

Sounds grew along the quiet ward and soon Carlos was wheeled in on a hospital bed, parking into the empty space that had been between the two chairs. Though he looked a little sleepy, Carlos was awake and he smiled dopily from where he lay looking up at you.

“The doctors said your testicle retrieval went well.”

His smile broke with a deep laugh and he turned to look at his amused dad. “I see you met her.”

“I did.” Carlos Senior stood up and kissed his son’s forehead. “I’m glad you had her to take care of you, son. I’ll give you a few moments alone.”

You frowned as his dad left the room, waiting for the door to close quietly behind him. “What the hell were you thinking! Why didn’t you say anything? You could have died!”

Carlos shrugged and shifted carefully to get comfortable on this pillow behind his head. “We don’t exactly have the sort of relationship where we talk about things.”

You huffed and lifted his head, fluffing the pillow before shoving it back into place. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“Back to the insults, finally.” The sick bastard smiled happily and settled into the pillow with a contented sigh. “For a moment I thought I died and went to heaven.”

“Not funny.”

“Was so, you just care about me too much to laugh. Admit it, you would’ve missed me.” He opened his hand and inched it closer to the edge of the bed.

“They must have given you the strong stuff, you’re clearly delusional,” you said with a roll of your eyes but placed your hand into his palm and he closed his fingers around them. “Your dad seems to think you like me.”

Carlos yawned and closed his eyes, but a smile played on his lips. “That’s probably the beginning of dementia. Don’t get your hopes up.”

“Trust me, I wasn’t,” you chuckled. A few moments of silence filled the room before a soft snore broke the quiet. Careful not to wake him, you kissed his cheek and whispered, “I’m glad you’re okay, Junior.”

“Knew it,” he said as he cracked one eye open and grinned.

You let go of his hand and dropped into your chair with an annoyed huff. “Asshole.”

“Brat.”

[toxooz]

ALRIGHT THIS WAS A WILD ONE BUT I DONT CONTROL MY BRAIN THE BITCH CONTROLS ME

i had a dream last night with the whole SquadTM in it - and i was some sort of nerdy dragon girl, like kari if she sucked and liked blue instead of pink.

and i was hangin with the gang, a lot of wack stuff happened, but the IMPORTANT bit was that. Fuckin. Ollie wanted to bang. he wanted to BANG ME but Kari was in the friend group and they weren't together yet but i KNEW she had a big crush on him so I was like "...no thank you." and i felt so bad cuase he's so hot but i had to look out for my bestie.

anyway love your oc's, hate my brain, and ollieXkari otp FOREVER

pfpftkajgkdfj Ollie for some damn reason

guess i gotta get the gotdam spray bottle agin 😞

[sinofwriting]

Had a good chuckle at the last ask.

Ollie: "so you can watch races from my driver's room if the garage is too much. I'll give you a headset to hear my radio! Or not, if you don't want to! Maybe, you could leave the race on the screen to keep an eye on me. Unless you hate racing! Then you could put on whatever you want! Do you have any hobbies you could do, maybe take some skillshare classes to pass time before I come get you. Not that you need a babysitter! The paddock is super hectic and maybe I'd like to be with as soon as I can and we can go to the hotel quick! Unless you don't want to spend time with me! You could just stay at the hotel all weekend and that's totally cool!"

His wife standing there in F1 merch: "you didn't plan out any of this, did you?"

Ollie would be such a flustered mess! Just pink cheeks, stuttering breaths and words that run into each other. I'm already kind of getting an idea for Ollie's claiming fic too now. Which I don't need considering I've got like 39 wips, lol but this is the life of a writer, lol.

[cvbullshit]

Is no one going to talk about the possibility of Ollie being that Smiling Critters Cow character that people found way back when?

Everyone is saying either they're a normal kid or they're Hoppy Hopschotch(my angel bunny <3)

And while Ollie's name being green and the voice matching Hoppy's a bit, I will admit, I don't think it's Hoppy.

Ollie says themselves that all the (Bigger Bodies) Smiling Critters, apart from CatNap, are gone, unaware about DogDay's tortured state. While Ollie may not be a Bigger Bodies version, it's still odd that they wouldn't count themselves, though then again they didn't count the mini Critters, if they were aware of them.

The Cow is not apart of the line up of Smiling Critters, so this could explain that.

The way they talk is way too cartoony, specifically child cartoony, more like how the Smiling Critters talked in the show. There's no way a real child would talk that way, all slow and drawn out as if trying to teach children, unless they got a bad voice actor lmao.

The Cow, being Smiling Critter-like, could explain this again, they're just talking how the Critters possibly would've talked to kids or in the show. Though, the only issue would be the present state of everything, because why on god's earth would Ollie keep speaking like that when everyone is dead and the other Critters are definitely... Not child friendly.

The Cow also hasn't been given a name yet, leaving it open to be something relating to Ollie, though idk what full, clever punned, name could have "Ollie" with it for a cow.

Though, I could be looking into this way too much, as the cow wasn't even stated as an official character by the developers, for all I know, they could be a scrapped Smiling Critter.

However...

Take a look to PickyPiggy's cutout, with the button. She lists different foods that come from the same species as her friends, then offers for you two to be friends, implying she'd willingly eat her own friends. Interesting thing to note though, beef was one of those foods. And I doubt you get beef from a bear, a cat, or a dog.