#wholly mammoth

[artcalledtattoo]

Help me big guy Oh security Help me big guy I’m still behind you Feel my tap upon Not shoulder I’m little guy Feel in your middle back I’m still here The reason for this campaign This escaped Parade of Hey big guy I’m with you You know you never lost The weight Over abundant Doctored Not now It’s what time I feel a craving of usual You not here The reason for this campaign This escaped Parade of Be with me big guy Your my protection From all the hate in the World You are my Universe Here now My taps upon you Rearrange the chorus to work it! Did you find the bond ? Hear a hummingbird chirp! Know the hummingbird sound?

[creatureheart]

I've made a few posts talking about things in the nonhuman and alterhuman communities recently, mostly just brief looks into them, so I thought I would share this one.

The info may not be all that much, and could easily be expanded upon, but I did my best for a simple bit of info for certain things.

All pictures have ALT text included, but I shall post the text also here, under a cut, cause it's a bit long, lol

Nonhuman as an identity: To identify as not human either fully or partially. (hate/trolls will be reported and deleted)

Reminder: These are all personal identities and why someone identifies as nonhuman and what term someone decides to use for themself is exclusively their business. In the end it is what makes the most sense to the individual and not up to others. Now, onto some of the communities that are included under the nonhuman identity:

Otherkin: from the term "otherkind" - an identity which typically encompasses being wholly or partially a nonhuman entity. Usually understood to cover those who identify as mythical creatures and other fantastical things. Also covers those that fall outside of beings and creatures.

Examples of non-being or creature based identities: Conceptkin: an identity where one identifies as a concept such as the concept of night or fire. Objectkin: and identity where one identifies as an object. Songkin: an identity where one identifies as a song.

Examples of being and creature based identities: Therianthropy: usually shortened to therian - where one identifies AS a nonhuman animal. Some will say that this term refers to only earthen animals, living or extinct, but it has never only encompassed earthly animals. The community's language came from those who identify as werecreatures. Theriomythic: an alternate identity term for one who identifies in some intrinsic was as a mythical creature. Paleotherian: an identity term for one who identifies as a now extinct earthly animal, like a dinosaur or mammoth.

Cladotherian or Cladokin: an identity term for one who does not identify as a distinct species, but a broader identity encompassing an entire genus or larger grouping. Cladomythic: an identity term for one who identifies as a group (clade) of animalistic mythical creatures.

Fictionkin: an identity term that covers all things fictional. For those who identify as something fictional like characters, animals, species, objects, etc. These can be from books, shows, video games, etc, but not always! Original fictional characters and such are also possible.

There are many other identities that fall under the nonhuman umbrella which is why it's important to do your own research to figure out if a certain term works for you. All these identities share the trait of being involuntary. You cannot choose to be therian, otherkin, or the other mentioned identities.

While the already mentioned identities are involuntary, there are some identities that fall under being voluntary. Otherlink: an identity where one voluntarily identifies as nonhuman. Copinglink: an identity where one voluntarily identifies as nonhuman to copes with things such as trauma, stress, etc.

A lot of people may also say that it is impossible to become a therian, otherkin, etc. While the identity is involuntary, things like trauma and neurodivergence can cause an individual to take on a nonhuman identity when they had not had one previously.

Most will usually see people explain that these identities are spiritual or psychological, but these are only some of the ways that individuals may experience them. Some other experiences of nonhumanity: Symbolic Metaphorical Ancestral Physical (Yes this is an actual reason for some and they are just as much a part of the community as anyone else. Physical and Ancestral nonhumans are part of the community's history and some of its founders.)

For those looking for more information, and community places, here are some places to check out! Werelist Nonhuman National Park Alterhuman Archive The Chimera's Library. The above are forums and archives of information on the community. Most archived information is thanks to who-is-page, liongoatsnake and frameacloud on tumblr.

While this is a brief look into the nonhuman identity that I could share, I do hope it has been helpful in some way. Remember to be true to yourself, and don't let anyone tell you how to feel. Ignore, report, delete and block the haters!

Yeen out~

[kapitein-oranghien-29]

Oke but what if, wholly mammoth?

[inkykeiji]

oh, to be yakuza mikey’s sex slave…he’ll never let you let him…or his house

why on earth would you ever want to leave his mammoth, monstrous mansion in the middle of nowhere? it has everything you could ever need, and then some, he’s absolutely sure of it—tennis courts and skating rinks and indoor pools and bowling alleys and state of the art appliances + electronics and a multi-acre garden complete with a greenhouse—what more could you possibly ask for, honestly? and all for the low, low price of allowing him to use you whenever he pleases, however he pleases, and wherever he pleases, no questions asked? all for the downright menial cost of belonging to him, solely and completely; of being owned by him—which is to say, of being taken care of by him, all of your needs met and all of your decisions made for you, none of that pesky thinking required? that’s not too high a price to pay, is it? that’s not a bad trade off at all, right? he certainly doesn’t think so.

nevertheless, yakuza mikey understands that you’re ‘bored’ all alone here—he does work such long, taxing hours, and there are some times where he doesn’t get to see you for a full forty-eight hours or so (those instances are always the worst, in his opinion)—so he agrees to let you out every once in a while, provided that you agree to some slight ‘modifications’ on your cell phone. it’s nothing major, nothing huge, he promises you. they’re so inconsequential, he claims you won’t even notice anything has changed at all.

his adjustments to your device are security related, safety related, or so he tells you, sternly insisting that you don’t need to know any information beyond that, for your own good, he says. that’s because they aren’t for you, they’re for him; tracking devices that alert him of your every minor movement and full access to your camera and microphone, so he can keep you monitored wholly and completely, in all ways, at all times.

[two-white-butterflies]

parallel lines | d. targaryen | part four

Description: An ordinary middle school teacher moves to a desolate town with her fiancee. After suffering episodes of vivid nightmares, she realizes that his uncle looks exactly like the man in her dreams.

Pairings: daemon targaryen/reader, aemond targaryen/reader

Trope: Reincarnation

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"I don't pray for revival, I'm already living in one."

Daemon's body was mere centimeters away from yours, he was looking at you with those puppy eyes - praying to the gods that you'd remember. Aemond almost sees red.

He calls out to you.

"Yes?" you raised your eyebrows, he takes a mammoth stride in your direction, creating an empty space between you and Daemon. "Everything alright?" you inquired, seeing that pout on his lips.

He shakes his head, reaching for the beer on the coffee table. "Yep," he popped his lips, glaring at his uncle's direction. He did love you to an extent, but he could never love you more than Alys.

"We were having an interesting conversation about zombies," Daemon referenced and you responded with a giggle. Aemond huffed, clearly uncomfortable. "I thought you were scared of zombies?" he tried to play it off with a chuckle.

You leaned closer to his touch.

The image of a man covered in blood never boded well with your sensitive stomach. "I still am - but Daemon has a strange way of making them funny." you responded, and he pretended to look away. "Does that mean that you'll watch 'the Sadness' with me?" he narrowed his eyes and you quickly shook your head.

"Now you're just trying to scare me on purpose," you smiled and he pressed a kiss to your cheek, aware that Daemon was a spectator. Aemond thought for a moment that he had finally won. He's taken you with avarice before, and he's not afraid to do it twice.

You shake the ice on your empty cup.

"I'll grab more drinks, do you want any?" you offer the men and Daemon nods his head. "I'll take a pornstar martini, you know how I like it." he winked, referencing another joke that you had prior to Aemond joining the conversation. "You're getting me into trouble," you jested and he laughed.

"Make it fast," he teased.

"Don't make this complicated, kepus. You might regret it." he warns.

Something in Daemon's subconscious shifts. How long has it been since they last fought? A thousand years. One would almost forget the rabidness that a desperate man possessed.

"The greatest swordsman killed by his own nephew." Aemond mocked, taking a swig of his beer. "I wasn't wearing a sword, and it wasn't much of a fight if your bitch wasn't playing fair." Daemon gritted his teeth.

Aemond smirks, taking the upper hand.

"Calm down," Aemond antagonized.

"What do you want from her?" Daemon quickly interrogated. Everyone knew that you were his, since the moment you met in the Stepstones - you came back to Harrenhal as a claimed woman. Even after his marriage to Lady Laena, he always came back to you. A bastard, loving him better than any trueborn woman. "She doesn't know who you are, she loves me." Aemond emphasized.

And it pained Daemon to see that he was right.

"She's bound to remember," Daemon retorted.

"You are right, but she'll still choose me." he smirked.

"Even when she remembers the whole truth?" Daemon challenged.

Aemond's eye softens, wholly unsure. He remembers what he's done to you - those dark nights in your sister's castle. Hands tied together, eyes flowing with tears and begging for death. No, he was sure that if you remembered - you'd leave him; you'd hate him forever, and he'll be alone once more. He decides to shift the conversation, for now. Until he finds a permanent solution for your memories.

"You were lucky to have been spared before the capture. You couldn't have saved her from me." Aemond mumbles, waiting until the gears click and Daemon realizes the full truth. "You didn't kill her?" Daemon's eyes narrowed and Aemond nods smugly. "What did you do?" Daemon inquires, scanning the room for allies.

"I gave your wife an heir, something you couldn't provide." he whispered and Daemon lifts his fist, striking the man on his face. Aemond falters from the shear force, but quickly regains his strength. Daemon lifts his fist again, but Laenor prevents him this time. "Daemon," his friend breathed - running across the room to stop this circus.

"You cannot change the past." Aemond lifted his chin. "You should've seen her, alas that memory is mine alone." he smirked, seeing Laenor hold Daemon with all of his might. The man was struggling to hold his friend back, as Daemon was a trained soldier - strong and big.

"You told us that murder was forbidden in this world, but this house has a garden of fifty-hectares. I could bury you and I know for a fact that the police wouldn't dare search." Daemon threatened, the atmosphere suddenly grew thick.

Laenor and Aemond knew that he wouldn't be making this threats if they weren't promises. "Hide me like you've hidden our family's dirt?" Aemond antagonized further. "If you're going to make him mad, I'm not going to hold him back." Laenor warned, the boy ignores him.

"Be careful with your words, Aemond. Your confession will lead you to a place with no return." Daemon warned, a part of his heart still feeling for his young nephew.

It wasn't always this way.

(December 25, 2003)

Daemon could hear his nephews cry in the other room. "Everything alright?" he asks his brother's wife, her hair was disheveled and the entire house was out of place.

"Viserys and Aemond had a fight, I don't think that boy will ever like his father again." she shook her head. A sigh escapes his mouth. "Is there anything I can do to help? I should've been here yesterday but there wasn't any flights until Yule morning." Daemon reasoned, handing his sister-in-law the gifts for the children.

"Merry Christmas, Daemon." Alicent greeted weakly. "Talk to Aemond for me, please. You know how much the boy adores you." she pleaded, the older man nodded. "Of course."

Aemond was sobbing loudly, covered by his pillows and sheets of duvet. "Byka zaldrīzes?" his uncle called out, taking a cautious step towards the bed. "Go away." Aemond mumbled.

"What happened?" Daemon ignored, settling down on the mattress. "Da' got mad at him for opening the gifts too early." Aegon responded, taking a sip of his eggnog - he's probably too young to be drinking that. "It's Christmas?" Daemon frowned.

He lifts the pillows off Aemond's body - exposing his sweaty body. "I got all of you gifts, they're with Mum." he pokes his nephew. "Maybe we can go out later, enjoy the funfair." Daemon offered.

"I want to stay at home." Aemond huffed.

"We can stay at home," Daemon wiped the boy's sweat with his handkerchief. He reminds him so much of himself.

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[tastesoftamriel]

Hello, I was curious as to what your favorite Summer dishes from around Tamriel are? The types of dishes that are cool in temp/don't require much cooking?

While not every region of Tamriel experiences four seasons, we can all agree that one of the most important things in life is food that you'll still want to eat despite the presence of overbearing sunshine, flying insects, and sweltering heat. These are some dishes from across the continent that might tickle your fancy in the summertime!

Altmer

Chilled gazpacho aside, the Altmer really are the masters of summer dishes thanks to the warm and temperate climate of Summerset. One of my personal favourites, from Vulkhel Guard, is a medley of raw and lightly seared ocean fish and roe on a bed of sticky rice. The fish is delightfully fresh, and is seasoned with yuzu and saltrice sauce, before being topped with a healthy spoonful of salmon roe and shredded nori.

Argonians

It's (the worst part of) summer all year round in Black Marsh, and the food is there to help beat the heat! Chilled egg and crustacean custard sounds weird, it's truly delectable! A savoury egg custard is steamed in small bowls with any type of crustacean meat, or snails. It is then left to cool by leaving the bowls to float in water. The end result is creamy, delicious, and moreish!

Bosmer

Summer dishes in Valenwood are a cause for celebration among the Bosmer, because it means barbecue season! Break out the cold jagga, grab the coals, and bring as much meat as you can! All sorts of meats are great when barbecued, from squirrel and pork to timber mammoth and venison. Meat is always seasoned with rock salt before hitting the grill. Also, don't forget the iconic, squeaky grilled timber mammoth barbecue cheese!

Bretons

There's nothing quite like kicking back on a warm summer's day in High Rock with a light and refreshing cold roast chicken and millet salad, with deep fried dandelions and seasonal mushrooms. This salad, originating from Alcaire, is a great way to use up last night's roast chicken, and is great with a drizzle of Breton balsamic vinegar and a squeeze of lemon juice.

Dunmer

Summer is a wholly foreign concept in Morrowind, but light and refreshing food is always welcome against the volcanic heat. Strips of grilled, spiced guar are pounded til tender, then tossed into a stir fry of bittergreen, hackle-lo, and fried ash yam cubes. It's served with a good drizzle of comberry vinegar, and steamed or fried kwama egg saltrice.

Imperials

Every time I visit my home on the Gold Coast of Cyrodiil, I absolutely have to make my favourite regional dish that's perfect for summer: chicken and eggplant bake. Strips of chicken and eggplant are laid over a mix of scalloped potatoes and fresh tomato slices. They are covered in a bechamel sauce and lots of cheese then baked until golden. The end result is a creamy, tangy bake that's finished with a good drizzle of fresh pesto and West Weald pecorino.

Khajiit

One of my favourite dishes in all of Tamriel is a vermicelli salad from Southern Elsweyr, that can only be described as an explosion of colours, flavours, and textures. Cold vermicelli is tossed together with shredded green papaya in a sauce including ingredients like lime juice, fish sauce, moon sugar, and fresh chilis. It's topped with crispy, deep fried catfish, and crushed toasted nuts.

Nords

Whiterun Hold is home to Skyrim's summeriest of dishes, apple, jazbay grape, and cabbage slaw. It's made from a rich and creamy mayonnaise base, with slices of apples, chopped jazbay grapes, and an abundance of shredded cabbage. It is topped with walnuts and sometimes bacon lardons, and served lightly chilled. The slaw is usually served on its own as a small meal, or as a side to grilled meats.

Orcs

Wood Orcs in Valenwood have, like the Bosmer, become masters of the barbecue. However, they prefer to make skewers of spiced, minced meat and root vegetables, as opposed to plain chunks of meat. Minced beef, pork, or timber mammoth are mixed with a secret blend of spices, including cinnamon and frost mirriam, before being shaped into small bricks. The bricks are skewered with long metal rods, and grilled until there's a nice bit of char while still being juicy on the inside. Wash it down with a cold glass of sugar mammoth milk with mashed mango!

Redguards

Just like Elsweyr and Morrowind, summer isn't a concept in the hot and rugged land of Hammerfell. Keeping cool meals ready to serve in johads, or rain catchers, is an Alik'r trick that's been passed down for generations. Pre-cooked saffron rice with nuts and dried fruit are wrapped tightly in palm leaf packages, and left to cool in the waters of the johad. When it's time to eat, simply unwrap the cool rice and serve with curries, goat's yoghurt sauce, or chutneys. Simple, light, and good to tuck into after a scorching day in the Alik'r.

[fuckyeahvanhalen86-95]

Wolfgang Van Halen has responded to comments recently made by David Lee Roth, in which he claimed the Mammoth WVH leader displayed antisocial behavior and poor decision-making during Van Halen’s final tour.

Wolfgang was sounded out about the “uncomfortable topic” while in conversation with The Morning X With Barnes & Leslie. During the interview, one of the hosts pointedly asked, “What the hell is going on with the hatred from David Lee Roth?”

The question was related to some of Roth’s recent comments, which saw the band’s former vocalist (voice-acting as Jesus at the time, for some reason) backhandedly remark he “would have had this job even if my dad wasn’t God”.

It was a jibe from Roth, who was clearly taking a dig at the fact Wolfgang had been hired as the Van Halen bass guitar player to play alongside his father, the late Eddie Van Halen.

In another clip, Roth said of Wolfgang, “This fuckin' kid. He's complaining the entire tour like I'm not paying enough attention to him on stage. He's complaining to everybody around me – the business manager, the security guy, the clothing lady – 'Dave's not paying enough attention to me.’”

When quizzed over why Roth was calling him out “in such a vile fashion”, Wolfgang responded: “I guess I'm honored he even thinks about me as much as he seems to.”

In response to the unprovoked outburst, Wolfgang also drew attention to some of Roth’s previously misinformed and wholly outlandish comments regarding the Van Halen name, and said nothing he says can be taken at face value.

“I guess you have to take what he says with a grain of salt,” Wolfgang replied, “considering he also said that he wrote [Eddie's iconic instrumental] Eruption and came up with the Frankenstein stripes [the pattern that famously adorns Eddie's guitar].”

To that latter point, Roth was called out back in 2021 when he posted a seven-minute video in which he recalled the origin story behind the Frankenstein. In the video, he claimed he was the brains behind the iconic striped design.

However, his tale didn’t add up, and was later disputed by Chris Gill – Guitar World contributor, EVH guitar expert and co-author of Eruption: Conversations with Eddie Van Halen – who blasted his story as a “complete revisionist fabrication”.

“I guess that’s all I can say,” Wolfgang continued in his recent interview. “I seem to have been born into this Van Halen drama that has come way before me. I guess now that my dad isn't here to be a target, I guess he went to the next best thing.”

Wolfgang was also asked about the potential for a Van Halen reunion, or honorary tour – not with Roth – in the future. As he has done in the past, though, the EVH brand torchbearer shot down the possibility.

“It’s impossible to have a reunion,” he stated. “No way. No, I don’t want to play that music without my dad.”

As such, the closest thing we’ll probably get to an honorary Van Halen tribute is the upcoming Best Of All Worlds tour, which will see Sammy Hagar, Joe Satriani and Michael Anthony share the stage for some Van Halen-filled setlists.

[thedavinoparadox]

6. House of Leaves by Mark. Z. Danielewski (2000)

Selenio, 31st December 2023

This mammoth of a book has been comfortably sitting on my reading list ever since I first heard somebody talk about it a couple of years ago. There is just something so fascinating about its concept that I couldn’t resist daydreaming about what it would be like reading it and caught myself thinking about it a lot. Now university has finally given me a rational reason to purchase it and I can’t tell you how overjoyed I was when I finally held it in my hands.

House of Leaves on the very surface is about a family who moves into a house which is much bigger on the inside than it looks from the outside. (Please excuse the Dr. Who reference…) But whoever opens the pages for the first time will quickly realize that it is so much more than just that. It’s the scientifical analysis by someone who has watched a video tape of this house and the subsequent editing process of Johnny who has found Zampanós manuscript and story.

There are so many layers to this book and it was such a fascinating process to try and peel them all off one by one like a very large, very intricate onion. The book in itself is a labyrinth and has the scary ability to truly pull you inside of its net. It is a very captivating experience, although some of the 700 pages were indeed a little bit hard to get through. Still, it is an absolute cult classic and I highly recommend it, If you have the time to spend. I especially loved the letters in the end which provided a wholly new perspective and layer to the whole text. Just remember: there is no wrong way for a book to be enjoyed, except for not enjoying it.

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

The Wholly Mammoth. Those suckers were the elephants of the snowy tundra and were fucking HUGE. Imagine taming one of them, you’d be seen as a god /hj

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[brutalage]

here's a meta question for ya. what are his dreams and nightmares like, and how have they changed (if at all) over time? :)

hello , wilds ! and what a wonderful question to receive , thank you all .

that's ... a very interesting concept to ponder on , since Vandal , more often than not , has no real need for sleep . his body does not tire as a regular mortal's would . his stamina is thusly endless , he is immune to disease ( though he can carry it ) , and , if he wanted to , vandal isn't required to even eat for years . his physiology is incredibly unique . he knows that he's operating at his highest physical peak at all hours . at his own beck & call , too . while the canon varies , as most comics tend , vandal can walk from one edge of a continent to another , swim across the ocean , and arrive on the next continental coastline without stopping for a moment to rest nor eat . wholly capable of this at a moment's notice , as well . it's no wonder that vandal was able to "accomplish" what he'd had in the ancient world alone .

when he sleeps & eats , it is only for his own pleasure . when he feels like it . so it wholly depends on how he's feeling , since it isn't a need to him . vandal , thusly , views sleep as something of a small waste of his time , since he's too fucking busy playing fourth dimensional chess . however , he oftentimes indulges in eating & drinking more so than sleep , simply because he loves to eat & drink . his metabolism is also extremely ferocious ( & his body "stores" energy for a very long time ) . but his hunger is its own post for another day .

despite these facts , vandal does dream . it is just extremely rare for him to have a sleeping dream , however . and , when he does , it is usually of little to no concern of his . he sees them as just that : dreams . even in his long life & broad intellect , vandal doesn't understand why humans have dreams , exactly . when he was mortal & just beginning his life , however , he had thought they were ... very strange . his primitive caveman brain couldn't figure out why , and he had not the intellect to question these concerns fully . back then , he dreamed of what he knew . wolves , wooly mammoths , fire , his tribesmen , hunting , the sky . nightmares would be like ... another tribe stealing his food , for example . almost very tangible things . although , sometimes , he would dream of indescribable , almost primal fears . things that humankind at the dawn of its existence could deem as frightening . what lay beyond the mountaintops . what could come from the horizon .

and , after the comet had granted him immortality , of course , vandal dreamed of it . endlessly , perhaps . since becoming an immortal , whenever vandal dreams while sleeping , it is almost always there . it is , as he says himself , "his star." and , he dreamed of what he could become . what he could mean to the rest of mankind .

it should be said , of course , that vandal does not believe in fate nor prophecy . while he can feign an understanding of it ( or an interest , given the situation ) , he feels those forces do not govern him . he doesn't believe in his dreams being a type of futuresight , and does not heed them as warnings .

over time , though , his dreams have changed . he dreams of the times he lived through , of specific battles he'd fought in , and sometimes , of people he's met . sometimes , of people he's killed -- some people only he would ever recall , even in a glimpse . sometimes , of his children that are long dead , or simply forgotten . he dreams of animals that are now extinct , their calls & how their flesh tasted . he dreams of places that are no longer on any map & sometimes , in dead languages that no one else besides him speaks . songs only he recalls . how the world looked before it was ravaged by war . he dreams of weapons . technology advancing . the wheel . rocks . blood . rushing water . stars falling from the night sky . palaces being built , ransacked , and falling into dust . sometimes , he dreams about when he was someone else : when he was genghis khan , riding on the mongolian steppe , his cavalry following him . or tasting the scent of salt & iron as alexander the great on his way across numerous countries . these all feel lifetime upon lifetime ago . further back than lifetimes -- ages & eras .

but , in terms of the sandman's interpretation of "waking dreams," vandal's goals are so various . his aspirations , his thoughts . they're vast & numerous , almost impossible to unravel . " you would tremble to know my thoughts , " he once says , something of his moral depravity i would have to agree with . his mind is so ... horrifically alive . like his body , always moving . they are of conquest . his plots , who he knows . what he knows . how he could use his skills to the utmost degree . anything & everything .

and , after the comet , his nightmares are almost always of losing his powers . his immortality , gone . little else puts him in any sort of fear or discomfort , after all . a simple , obvious answer , and a fear that vandal has committed many crimes to avoid . keeping his descendants tracked , to use them as organ banks , should the need arise if he ever loses it . growing children in laboratories at a mass rate because human birth takes months . it is a very abstract fear that really he , and perhaps a few others , tend to possess . and it is something that is , to a viewer , potentially very abstract to go through firsthand , wholly unrelatable . a fantasy of power , and a nightmare of its loss . and sometimes , he dreams of never having encountering the comet , and dying mortal , in obscurity long ago , before mankind had taken their first steps out of their caves . remembered by none .

thank you for sending . 💖

musing questions . always accepting .

[screamingsquamousthings]

never trust me around wax melters, if you put me alone in a room with a wax melter im walking out an hour later with hands smelling of roses and raspberries cus i couldn't help dipping my fingers in that thang like a wholly mammoth is drawn to a tar pit

[chiefatticcreator]

Hinata as one final act as wife declares that whoever knocks her up next is her new husband and master. Naruto went on fucking her as much as he could. But when it was Toshiro’s then he lasted 4 times and really proved who was worthy of Hinata.

"Let's see if you can do it, Naruto." Hinata gave him some words of encouragement.

She knew he could not, but she still liked him a little and didn't want to wholly insult and demean him.

So, Naruto tried his best.

His tiny cock slid inside his wife's cunt, and she barely even felt it. She offered him an encouraging, sad smile, and even as he started thrusting as hard as he could, Naruto's own face fell. He was pouding his hips as hard as he could against Hinata's ass, but it felt weak. She barely reacted to his movements, her eyes inevitably darting back towards Toshiro with a dreamy look in her gaze.

Naruto was doing his best, trying to hold back for as long as possible, but even when he came, he could feel the liquid trickle down inside Hinata's pussy, and her not noticing for several seconds before she shook her head sadly.

"Well, you did you best." she reassured him. But her heart wasn't into it, already her full attention back to toshiro.

the way she merely walked up to the short white-haired stud was entirely different, her entire body radiating desire and lust when she knelt before him.

"Please, Toshiro, knock me up and claim me!"

She didn't even hesitate to act liek a slut in front of him. And when he started fuckign her with his mammoth cock, she immediately squealed in happiness as she squirted all over the floor.

And Toshiro began fucking her. Harder than naruto had ever fucked her, depper, faster, bulging her more, makign her eyes turn to hearts from the overwhelming lust he made her feel. In a mere minute, Hinata had cum more than during her entire marriage to Naruto, and the blonde ninja could only watch as his wife completely abandonned him for Toshiro.

[nymfaia]

fly on the wall ft. gaius & alta / accepting! / @talesfantastic bless u

"If he's Garlean..."

Alta barely offered the young man a side eye. She was standing ahead of a roaring wood-fed stovetop, a large stockpot bubbling above it and letting out the scent of well-spiced meat and popotos. It had been a long time since she had cooked something - let alone for other people, or for such a large crowd - and she felt as if she had bigger things to worry about than Jullus' curiousity.

She offered him little more than a hum. She stirred the stew, scooping a piece of meat onto the ladle she was using and raising it up to blow on it as she brought it to her lips.

Jullus snapped his fingers. He appeared in her periphery, leaning his hip against the long table they had used to prep the vegetables and cube the yeti meat.

No one else had wanted to even attempt cooking the beastkin. It seemed similar enough to the mammoth beings on the Steppe, she thought - cooked long enough, even the toughest meat would shred and become edible.

And so while the other Garleans took to salvaging the furs and claws for different uses, she had decided to... try and cook some of it.

"It's Maxima, isn't it?"

"No," she said simply. She pulled a piece of meat between her teeth, her tail flickering behind her with surprise at the taste. "Try," she added, "and guess again."

Jullus leaned forward. He made no attempt to blow on the spoon to cool what was left, slurping a hunk of popoto and meat. Almost immediately, she watched his face light up.

It was not from surprise. He swallowed, coughed, and turned away, eyes already watering.

"-- How did you make it so spicy?"

"--It's spicy?" She echoed.

"It's not spicy to you?" Jullus questioned. His cheeks and the tip of his nose had turned pink as he sniffled. She had cooked the meat well, he could say that much: the texture was fine, and it tasted as well as it could, being beastkin meat. But it was spicier than even the Thavnarian rations that Estinien had brought along during his one visit.

He cleared his throat. Alta's tail had stilled, falling behind her thighs in an act that reminded him of a disciplined war dog. He sniffled once more, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his coat, and attempted,

"I'm sure it's fine. Just - ... hm."

He dug through the storage under the table, bringing forth a jar of Gridanian honey. It was nigh frozen, crystalizing at the edges of the glass container, and it took him several moments to get a spoon into the goop.

"If it's not Maxima," he spoke, trying to think over whom had been in the camp when she very first visited, "is it - ... someone here, at least?"

He rapped the metal spoon on the side of the pot. Slowly, like pulling the truth from the Warrior of Light, the honey glooped off of the spoon with much trepidation.

"No."

"Godsdamn," Jullus grumbled. "What is he, then? What's his rank?"

Alta continued to stir the pot, but he saw the telltale curl of her lips, amused.

"Legatus," she replied. "Well - ... ex-Legatus."

Jullus had put the lid on the jar as she spoke, and threw up his hands in frustration.

"All of the Legati are ex-Legati now," he groused, wholly unaware of her biting her lip to contain her laughter. "That doesn't narrow it down at all. "

Oh, she thought. It had narrowed it down quite a bit. She worried her lip betwixt her teeth, tail lashing furiously behind her.

"Sorry."

(She was not sorry in the slightest.)