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thealtoduck · 6 months

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Sweet Juice

Clark Kent x Male Reader

Content: Greek Mythology AU

Warnings: Smut, Bottom!Reader, Top!Clark, semi-public sex, anal sex, unprotected sex, drunken sex, skinny dipping, spit as lube, missionary position…

Summary: You’re a member of Dionysus following and during a feast you meet a demigod son of Zeus, Clark, also known as the man of steel…

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You were a lesser deity in a world filled with powerful gods, monsters and heroes. You were the son of the now famous naiad, Daphne. Unfortunately though your mother was no longer with you as she had been turned in to a laurel tree as a form of mercy.

It was considered mercy because the only other option she had was to be violated by Apollo, who was under the spell of Eros after an argument between the two. Apollo feeling bad about the whole ordeal apologised by finding you a place in the retinue of Dionysus and Ariadne.

You didn’t mind this as your duties were pretty much drink, dance, fuck, drink more and generally just to have a good time. It was just constant partying and celebration.

One night when the party had yet to start a visitor came for Dionysus. You were sat close to the god’s throne, you were petting one of his pet leopards when a strange man appeared and entered the god’s camp. He walked slowly towards the olympian. You noted his handsome appearance as he stopped in front of Dionysus.

”Lord Dionysus, you sent for me” the man said in a deep tone. ”I did” Dionysus confirmed before standing up saying loudly ”Everyone! Let me introduce to you to Clark, you may know him as the man of steel!… And also one of my younger half brothers”.

Dionysus followers broke out in cheers for the hero, who seemed slightly confused by the big welcoming. ”I’ve called him here to save us all from the cyclops that has been attacking in the night” Dionysus declared and everyone once again cheered.

”What?! You never told me of any cyclops?!” Clark asked agitated. ”Actually I didn’t tell you anything but you showed up anyway” Dionysus teased him. ”Why don’t you save them yourself?” Clark questioned. However Dionysus only responded with a simple ”Where’s the fun in that?”.

Clark looked irretated at Dionysus and said ”I will not be tricked in to fighting someone else’s battle”. Making the on looking crowd let out disappointed murmurs. Dionysus walked up to the hero and put a hand on his shoulder.

”Come on Clark, do us this favour and we’ll give you the biggest celebration you’ll experince in a life time, with the finest wine and feast, our best music and dancers and if you want you can take to bed anyone you fancy, we don’t judge” Dionysus offered.

Clark took a moment looking around at the crowd surrounding him until his eyes landed on you for a swift moment. He then turned back to Dionysus and said ”Very well, i shall do you this favour”. Once again the crowd including you broke out in cheers and applause for the demigod.

The very next day gifted Clark with a sword, armour and food by Dionysus as he and his followers saw off the hero on his way to save them from the threat of the cyclops.

I didn’t take long for Clark to return as he was back at the camp by next day. He came back in the afternoon covered from head to toe in dirt, dust and a little cyclops blood. Throwing the red painted sword by Dionysus feet.

”Well done” Dionysus complimented looking at the blood drenched sword. Dionysus then turned towards you ”Y/n, take our hero somewhere he can wash off” he commanded. ”Yes, lord Dionysus” you said with a quick bow. He then turned back to Clark and said ”When you return, we feast”.

You went and collected a basket with a bottle of scented oil, a strigil (a tool they used in ancient greece to wash themselves) and a new chiton. ”This way, my lord” you said to Clark and started guiding him through the forest. ”Please, just Clark is fine” he said humbly following you.

You guided him to a secluded pond. ”Impressive, how did you find this place so quickly?” Clark complimented. ”My mother was a naiad, it’s an instinct” you explained putting down the basket next to the pond.

”Would you like me to bring you anything else?” you asked Clark as he started undressing out of the dented armour and dirty chiton. ”You’ve already done enough for me, thank you” he said gentlemanly. Clark was now naked, revealing his muscled body and impressive manhood, which you tried not to look at.

He stepped down in the pond, the water reaching up to his hips. ”Why don’t you join me?” he suggested gesturing towards the water. ”I’d love too, but i have to help the others prepare everything for tonight” you said. ”Come on, only for a short time” Clark tempted. ”Okay” you said with a smile, taking off your chiton and sandals.

Clark watched your naked form with interest as you stepped down in to the water. ”See, it’s nice” Clark said starting to wash himself off using the scented oil you brought for him. You tried not to stare at his oiled up chest but you were 90% sure he caught you looking but he didn’t say anything, he only smirked.

You relaxed in the cool water for a while until you remembered you needed to get back to the others. You climbed out of the pond and started putting on your clothing once again. ”Thanks for the company, hope i’ll see you tonight” Clark said. ”Hope, i’ll see you too” you said and started walking through the forest back towards camp.

That night the music rang loudly through the forest as you celebrated the death of cyclops and your new hero, Clark. You drank and danced wildly with your friends. Some others were already passed out from drinking, some were gambling and playing games and one couple were fucking against a tree.

You saw Clark sitting on a pillow next to Dionysus talking, goblet in hand. You made your way over to the olympian and the demigod. ”Y/n” Dionysus exclaimed happily as he noted your presence. He patted a pillow next to him saying ”Come sit down”.

You took the offer sitting down next to the god, he made your empty goblet instantly refill and put an arm around you. ”I was just telling Clark of my inner circle” Dionysus revealed and continued ”Y/n, here you’ve met, he is my and Ariandne’s favourite attendant and friend” he said sweetly.

”Also he has a body as if sculpted by Pygmalion, carved and smoothed to absolute perfection. You should hope to have a look upon it someday” Dionysus said taking another sip from his goblet.

”Actually i already have” Clark stated boldly making Dionysus spill some wine on himself. ”Y/n, joined me for a swim in the pond” Clark explained making your cheeks heat up slightly. ”Is that so?” Dionysus questioned looking towards you.

”Well, i’ve got to go find Ariadne” Dionysus said getting up leaving you and Clark. ”Are you and Dionysus-?” Clark started but you cut him off saying ”No, he and Ariadne just have a very open relationship”. ”How has your night been?” you then questioned the hero.

”Enjoyable but i’ve never been much of a party person” he said then taking a sip from his cup. ”I get it, before i came here i wasn’t either” you told him and then got an idea. ”Wanna go for a walk for some peace and quiet?” you asked. ”Sure, i’d love too” Clark said and the two of you stood up and walked off in to the forest behind you bringing your goblets with you.

You walked and talked for a while, drinking until your goblets were didn’t have a single drop left in them. Dionysus must’ve brought out the strong stuff because you and Clark were stumbling around and slurring your speech, you were laughing loudly at each others stories, sitting very close together.

Finally the two of you ended up behind some bushes close by to the party. You started to passionately make out, you laying on your back in the soft grass and Clark on top of you. Clark tore open your chiton and undressed you, leaving your naked form beneath him.

He then took off his own clothes revealing his muscular body and his hard cock. Clark took his hand and brought it to your mouth, you sucked on his fingers to get them wet, then he brought his moist fingers to your enterance and started pushing finger inside you.

You let out a small gasp as Clark started to finger you open, he added another fiinger and then another until you were ready to take him. Clark spit in to his hand and rubbed it over his erect manhood.

”It’s time i claim my reward” Clark said spreading your legs, he lined himself up with you and started pushing his hard cock in to your warmth. Clark loved the seeing the face you made as his cock slowly filled you up.

”Fuck your so big” you hissed as the demigod was fully sheated deep inside you. He then slowy started moving pushing himself in and out of you as a wave of pleasure started washing over you.

Your legs were wrapped around Clark as he thrusted in to you. ”I’m gonna fuck your little nymph hole full with my seed” Clark groaned in to your ear and placed kisses all along your neck. The demigod started speeding up his thrusts.

”Clark, fuck yeah! Take me” you said in ecstasy grabbing at his back as he fucked your hole. Both of your bodies had started gleaming from sweat as he mounted you under the moonlight, as his reward for defeating the cyclops.

Clark’s thrusts became rougher as he wanted to take you like a real demigod would, he loved how your walls clenched around his thick cock. He brutally fucked you with all the strength of his godly heritage to bring you to your release.

You let out breathy moans as Clark pounded your gaping hole, thrusting against your prostate. You felt yourself getting close to your orgasm. You dug your nails in to the grass below as Clark’s cock made you see Mount Olympus.

”Clark, i’m gonna cum” you said panting heavily making Clark thrust deeper as he wanted to push you over the edge. Then your cock started spraying cum all over your and Clark’s stomachs. Clark’s own release was getting close.

”I’m gonna plant my seed deep inside you” Clark moaned and his rough thrusts became uneven and sloppy. Clark delivered one last deep stroke in to you and he erupted inside you, he flooding your insides with his cum.

Both of you panted heavily and Clark rolled over and layed next to you in the grass. ”You were amazing” Clark praised while softly stroking your cheek. The two of you then used your torn clothes as blankets as you cuddled close together and you both fell asleep under the starry sky.

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theapangea · 6 months

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Hanging on the Telephone

Lip Gallagher x innocent!reader

Part of the Every Little Touch Series

Summary: Phone sex with Lip Gallagher

W/C: 2k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!! Male and female masturbation

A/N: I know I've been MIA but here is a little Lip smut for making you wait so long you little pervs ;). This was a fun one to write and maybe there will be a part two to this story! This is part of my Every Little Touch Series with Lip x innocent!reader. My requests is currently closed but when it does open please feel free to suggest any ideas you have for this story or another one. Love you cuties!! <3

Finally you murmur, shuffling your snow covered boots through the carpeted floor. Struggling to strip your coat and shoes off at the same time. Trying to work quickly as the stale air of the house makes you start to sweat under your several layers.

Eyes sleepy, heavy, ready to collapse onto themselves as the coat and boots are soon forgotten about, taking the last several steps to your bed before plopping face first into the mattress. The plush blanket muffling your scream as you release all the built up stress from the stupid little day you are having. Though the scream seems not to be working.

Rolling over onto your back, arms laying delicately over your mid section. Eyes fixated on the ceiling, the weight on your shoulders grows heavy as the strain builds behind your eyes making it tougher to breathe. Cursing silently at your stupid, sad, pathetic fucking life. A small stream of tears trickle down your temples, squeezing your eyes sharply together, wishing everything and everyone away.

Just need a little peace.

Just need a little release.

Taking a deep, slow breath as you let your mind wander. Rubbing your thighs together, the buzzing runs through your thoughts, suddenly landing on Lip. His causoled fingers running down your delicate skin. Absentmindedly touching the same spots he did while you continue to let your mind run wild.

Breath hitches as your fingers grace the lining of your jeans. Arching your back as you imagine Lip placing small kisses down the side of your neck, a trail of wet warmth and deep bruising. Not really thinking much into what you are actually doing. But you missed his touch, even if you have only felt it once. Missed the way he made you feel, wanting to feel that way every single day of your life. Desperately wanting to feel that release again, wanting him to send you over the edge.

The vibrating in your back pocket makes you jump from your skin. Almost as if someone has caught you in the act of thinking about the shared moment with Lip and what that would ultimately lead to.

Lifting your hips in the air, your toes digging into the carpet as your hand struggles to grip the small device from the bottom of your pocket. The vibration is still buzzing, sending a quivering through your body. Finally pulling the device free, flipping the phone open to see Lip’s name displayed on the small screen and behind it a blurry picture you took of him on last year’s school trip to Cloud Gate (the big shiny bean in Chicago).

Instantly pushing the answer button and placing the phone to your ear. A half-whisper greeting escapes you as you wiggle your way to the top of your bed. Feeling a little embarrassed to be talking to Lip after you almost let yourself get off on the thought of him.

“Whatcha doing?’ Lip questions from the other end, you can hear the brush of smoke that hits the receiver.

“Currently,” Pausing for dramatic effect, “Succumbing to my self loathing, waiting for the universe to end it all.” You force out a life to make light of the situation.

His low chuckle as a response sends a shiver through your body, igniting the fire that grows between your legs.

A smile lamenting itself firming onto your face. Lip has that effect on you, making this life feel a little less lonely. “And what might the famous Lip Gallagher be doing right now?” You ask, picking at the dirt underneath your nails.

“Ya’know, just been thinking.”

“About what?” You inquire, hoping you already know the answer.

Stuttering over his words as he tries to form them into sentences, feeling a bump in his throat as he doesn’t know exactly how to say it, “Ab-about the other d-day…about you.”

Heat rises immediately to your cheeks, a full breath filling your lungs until they burn. A huge smile engulfing your features as you silently giggle to yourself. Happy beyond belief that he was thinking about you.

“Yeah?” Is all you can muster to say as the air has fully exited your chest, leaving you laying there, basking in the bliss.

Carding a hand through his messy hair as he takes another drag of his cigarette. Lip’s body sprawled out over his bed as his voice hitches, “Can’t stop thinking about it.”

The words are music to your ears as you happily tap your feets against the soft comforter. He’s been thinking about you, thinking about what you both did together and he’s talking to you about it.

“Have you been thinking about it?” He speaks softly into the phone, finally realizing that you have been silent a little too long.

“Maybe…” You’re a little embarrassed to admit it. Not because you didn’t want it to happen or that you are embarrassed of Lip in any way. You’ve just never been comfortable talking about any form of sex or pleasure before, especially talking about it with someone else.

Another puff of smoke hits the receiver as you can hear Lip shift on the other end, “Any particular part?” He hums.

You’re hesitant at first, doing this stuff in person is one thing but having to talk about it is a whole other beast you’d never thought you’d have to overcome. But you want to talk about it with Lip, he makes you feel comfortable and wanted. He makes this experience way less scary than you had originally thought.

“Your hands,” You finally confess, the heat rising rapidly to your cheeks as you pull your legs to your chest, doing anything to hide.

He purrs against the receiver. “Where? Deep inside of you?”

“Lip.” You whine, embarrassed that he just said that out loud. He speaks about this stuff so plainly and bluntly that you almost don’t know how to act. Almost as if he gets a kick out of seeing you embarrassed.

“That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking about.” The words are heaven, laced in pure silk running perfectly over your body as the thought of Lip thinking about the way you felt under his grasp, the way his fingers curled expertly inside of you, the way you tasted, all innocent and pure. He can’t help not thinking about the way you relaxed under his touch and how he desperately wants to do it again. “Do you still feel that itch?”

The heat has not subsided yet from your cheeks as he keeps talking about it and you have to admit that the itch has truly never gone away. It was just in a deep little part of your brain, eagerly waiting for Lip to let it out.

You hum as you stretch your legs out in front of you, squeezing your thighs together again.

“Like right now?”

Especially now.

“Are you going to do anything about it?” He questions.

You huff, “I’m not really sure what to do.” You have to admit out loud which seems so silly at the moment.

“It’s okay,” his tone is subtle, “‘member what I showed you?”

Closing your eyes as his words whisper your mind into the amazing memory that you two share together. You could swear that you are currently there now, wrapped in Lip’s arms as he rubs your core into ecstasy.

You hum against the phone, your tone is whiny as your other hand grabs at the rough fabric of your jeans.

“Just touch yourself like that, tell me what you’re doing, how you’re feeling.” His voice calms you down.

Shaking your head as you murmur over the line, “Ok.”

Stumbling over your words as you struggle to take off your jeans while laying in bed, “I-I’m taking off m-my je-jeans…come on.” You angrily whisper to your jeans as you push them off.

Lip laughs on the other end at your struggle, able to picture you perfectly as the sounds of muffling come over the receiver.

“I’m in my panties now.” You say to him.

He laughs again, this time more from the chest.

“Don’t laugh at me.” You whine, “I’m new to this.”

“Do you want me to talk instead?” He suggests.

“Yes, please,” You breathe a sigh of relief. Blessing that you won’t embarrass yourself any further.

“One sec then,” Lip says before the phone goes silent. Jumping up quickly to rip off his shirt and jeans before grabbing the phone again, relaxing into the mattress. Lip’s hand is instantly on his cock when he gets back on the phone with you. “Ready.” He’s barely able to get out his words as his touch sends electricity through his body.

The pre-cum dripping slightly from his pulsing tip onto his stomach. He doesn't know how long he will last, his imagination has been getting him through the days, desperately wanting to touch every part of you, know every single detail.

You lightly breath out the word yeah, biting your lip in anticipation of what's to come next.

“Slip your hand under your panties.” His almost demanding tone falls delicately on your ears.

Your hand slips underneath your white, cotton panties. Fingers trailing over your mound, hesitant to touch too close to your burning center. A single whimper escapes you as you stop just short on meeting your needs.

“Good girl. Now touch that pretty little clit of yours for me.” Lip’s voice is paradise, guiding you on this journey of self-discovery. Begging, pleading for you to just slip your finger between your folds.

The electric jolt of pleasure bursts through your body as your middle finger grazes over your sensitive nub. You whine heavily into the phone. Lip returns with a groan of his own, happily pleasuring himself, your whimpers are addicting as he strokes his aching cock.

“How does it feel?” He purrs.

“Amazing.” Your chest falls as you sink a finger deeper between your folds, delicately teasing your entrance like Lip did before. Imagining that it’s his finger dipping graciously into your burning core.

“But not as good as when I do it?” He questions, his words teasing you.

“Definitely not.” Grinding against your fingers, the confidence begins to trickle in as you try to talk dirty to him, “I wish it was you…touching me, your fingers deep inside of me.” Curling a finger into your dripping hole, struggling to accommodate your own finger this time.

Adding more pressure to his grip as Lip’s hand falls down his length. Buckling his hips as he groans when you call his name, knowing that your holes are filled because of him.

Lip’s name whispers from your mouth, between moans, whimper after whimper as he tells you to pick up speed, pumping your fingers deeper inside of your burning core. Back arching, fingers losing rhythm as you gasp one final time. White, hot flames filling your bloodstream as you scream Lip’s name into your empty room, cumming intensely onto your soaked fingers.

Lip follows you as he pumps faster and more rapidly as you say you’re picking up speed, face contorting into pure pleasure as one last pump sends him over the edge. The perfect white liquid shooting from his cock, landing onto his stomach. Stroking a couple more times as his breathes even out and a small laugh departs his lips

Your chest is heavy when the world starts to fall into place again. Cumming with you was absolutely the best sexual experience Lip has ever had.

The phone is quiet for a couple beats, neither of you knowing what to say or how to continue.

And before either of you can continue a conversation, banging on the door from Lip’s end pulls you back to reality, “Lip, you're wastin’ all the minutes.” Fiona loudly calls from the other side of his locked door.

“Shit,” Lip curses from the other end, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, ‘kay?”

He hangs up with a quick goodbye.

And then it was reality staring you right in the face when you realized that you’d have to face Lip at school tomorrow. Fuck.

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bethanythebogwitch · 6 months

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It's too bad Halloween was yesterday because I would have done a Wet Beast Wednesday on something creepy, like the tongue-biting isopod. It's not though, so so I'm dipping my toes into echinoderm science and talking about crinoids. While crinoids are the least famous echinoderms, being overshadowed by their relatives the starfish, sea urchins, and sea cucumbers, they are extremely well-represented in the fossil record. We know of far more extinct crinoid species than living ones.

(imag id: a crinoid attached to a rock. It is a long, slender stalk with multiple threadlike protrusions emerging from it. At the top is a crown that looks like a flower composed of feathery appendages. It is while all over)

As with all echinoderms, crinoids are bilaterally symmetrical as larvae for become radially symmetrical while adults. It is hypothesized that the ancestor of all echinoderms was a bilaterally symmetrical animal that evolved to become radially symmetrical as adults. This places echinoderms in the same clade as all other bilaterally symmetrical animals, including mollusks, arthropods, most worms, and all vertebrates. You are more closely related to a starfish than a starfish is to a jellyfish. Crinoids are one of those animals like anemones that look more like flowers than animals, which is why they're also called sea lilies. A typical juvenile crinoid consists of a stalk with a holdfast on one end and crown on the other. The stalk is segmented and made of porous calcified material called ossicles, which are attached to each other by discs. This is the part of a crinoid that fossilizes most easily and a great many crinoid fossils are only known from their stems. The holdfast is a root-like structure that attaches the crinoid to a substrate. Crinoids that attach to a hard surface have a branching holdfast to grip on while crinoids that attach to sediment have a thick, stalk-like holdfast that penetrates into the substrate like a tree's taproot. The crown is the part that looks like a flower and consists of two parts: the theca/calyx/arboral cup and the rays. The theca is shaped like a cup and has a mouth in the center. The mouth connects to a simple u-shaped gut that leads to an anus near the mouth. The rays are analogous to the arms of a starfish. All echinoderms have 5 symmetrical body segments and crinoids have five rays, though they usually branch after emerging from the theca, resulting in up to a few hundred total rays. The rays are segmented like the stalk and can curl up. Crinoids will curl up their arms and pull them in to protect them. The rays are used in feeding. Crinoids are passive suspension feeders that wait for plankton and organic particles to be carried into the rays by the current. Each ray is covered by flexible appendages called pinnules that give the rays a feathery appearance. Each pinnule is covered by tube feet that are coated in sticky mucus. When a food particle hits the tube feet, they grab on and transfer it to the center of the ray, which contains a canal called the ambulacral groove. The groove is filled with cilia that carry the food particle down to the mouth. All crinoids take this form during their juvenile phase, but only a few modern species retain it for their entire lives. Most modern species will shift into an adult form where the stalk falls off and the theca becomes free-swimming. These are often called feather stars. Both stalked crinoids and feather stars can use their rays to pull themselves along the substrate, but feather stars can also wave their rays around to swim. Swimming allows feather stars to more readily avoid danger and become more active in their attempts to catch food.

(image: a diagram of crinoid anatomy. source)

(gif id: a feather star swimming. It looks like a bunch of black-and-white striped feathers attached to a central disc. The arms are undulating, propelling the feather star through the water)

Crinoids are dioecious, meaning individuals are either male or female. In most species, the gonads are in the pinnules closest to the theca. The gonads actually swell up and cause the pinnules to burst and release the gametes. Different species have different strategies. In some, both sperm and eggs will be released into the water column. In others, only the males broadcast sperm which the females use to fertilize their eggs. The eggs are withheld by the mother, either by gluing them to her arms or incubated in sacs on the arms. The larvae, called vitellaria, are free-swimming and bilaterally symmetrical. They will swim for a few days before dropping to the substrate and attaching. They then metamorphose into juveniles.

(image: a diagram showing a crinoid progressing through multiple developmental stages from fertilized egg to larva. source)

The fossil history of crinoids dates back to the Ordovician period (485-444 million years ago), the period between the Cambrian and Silurian. While echinoderms and even stalked echinoderms existed during the Cambrian, the oldest definitive crinoid fossils are Ordovician and it's unclear which extinct group that crinoids evolved from. For over two hundred million years, crinoids were extremely diverse and were dominant sessile filter feeders, beating out anemones and corals. The mass extinction at the end of the Permian dealt a major blow to crinoids that they never recovered from, causing them to lose their dominance and become much less morphologically diverse. The Permian mass extinction is a fascinating period of history as it was the single greatest mass extinction in the history of Earth. The early Triassic saw a mass adaptation to more flexible and motile body plans in response to increased predation. It's not clear when feather stars entered the picture, though they may have come about due to predation in the Triassic. Some extinct crinoids had different survival strategies than modern ones. The genus Pentacrinites attached themselves to driftwood and floated through the open ocean. They would have been like floating islands of diversity moving through the oceans with lots of other animals following for food and shelter. A fact that gets passed around a lot is that the largest fossil crinoid ever found (Taxocrinus saratogensis) was 40 meters (130 ft) long. That isn't true and seems to stem from a misprint. It was actually 40 ft (12.2 m) long, which is still fucking enormous. Crinoids today don't get anywhere near as large as extinct ones could. Fossil crinoids measuring many meters in stem length are well documented while ones alive today never even reach a meter long. Crinoid fossils are extremely common and can be used to provide relative dates to nearby fossils. In some places, enough crinoid parts fossilized near each other that they became clustered together in sedimentary rocks called encrinites.

(image id: a fossil imprint of many crinoids attached to a piece of driftwood. The imprints ore in a flat, tan rock. The driftwood imprint looks like a long, dark blob. The crinoids have long, curved, and overlapping stems and fan-like crowns at the top. Fossil found at the Houston Museum of Natural Science)

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hiaon · 4 days

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How bout oc x male robot reader?

Reader is a robot made to make life easier for other people, basically cleaning, cooking, teaching, etc. but there's a hidden feature that allows him to help people with sexual needs.

All bots are unique, cuz people get to customize them, from their hair to their clothes, but something that not many people know is that you can customize their dick size and tightness.

Male robots are programmed to be tops and female bots to be bottoms. But Oc manages to make reader a bottom somehow?

Bots are also really humanoid from their body to their personality, mean they can 'feel' pleasure.

My sweet angel

Programmer!Oc x Robot!BottomMale!Reader

Better late than never right? Btw don't be shy writing a request because sometimes I have a lot of motivation but also, no idea what to write at all 🥸.

Disclaimer: Sexual intercourse, & Dacryphilia

There is this company that grew a lot since it changed a lot of lives of the people a lot.

The company ' RoboNet ' grew because of their futuristic bots. It's decades advanced to other robots, and human like bots that you customize to your liking.

Either having it as a male or female. Long hair or short.. Even how they look like you can customize, it set the world on a storm on wanting one. Even one of this bots can make you famous in social media, so you'll be getting your money back when you buy the bot.

Their freakishly human like attitude, and actions left a huge mark on the lives of others for the better.. It also left a huge mark on the adult content industry.

Not only they can do whatever you want with the robots body.. The robots have a special system that only adults have access, their program is pretty simple.

The women is always bottom, and the man is always top. And, Elliot. He didn't like that, I mean sure it was fine for others, but no options for sexually frustrated gay man like him. So today, in his basement and has extensive knowledge about these types of robots because his brother is the lead programmer of the robots that RoboNet has.

Basically, he begged for his brother to teach him how to code such futuristic bots.

So now he is literally coding the man from his dream, and his brother got a model— You. — For being promoted being the lead programmer. His brother didn't really need it so he customize to Elliot's type. (He had a whole list to perfect you)

His brother pulled some strings to make changes that the other male bots didn't have, and also his brother knows how freaky is little bro is now.

He specifically tell his brother not to code you because he knows how and what he will make you become. You.

Finally, he's done coding. He's so ready to meet his literally ideal partner.

And finally the moment he have been waiting for, opening ideal partner.

*TURNING ON*

"Please Choose a Name." You said, and Elliot was just shocked because that how he imagine you sounding like!

"Y/n" Elliot said, nervous.

"Thank you for choosing a name, Please wait." Elliot is practically scratching to just hold you, just sitting there opening up for him.. I mean literally.

You finally opened your eyes, and looked at Elliot.

"Hello... Uhm." You avoided your eyes from him because he was just starting so much. Yes, Elliot noticed.

"Oh! Sorry about that, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. M-my name is Elliot." Elliot already wants you so much because you we're literally what he was longing for for so long..

From head to toe, to how you talk in act, and just how you're there just fiddling your thumbs, sitting there.

"It's okay." You said, Damn. Elliot doesn't know what to do, he didn't really came in prepared. He was just so excited to have a chat with you, literally his dream man.

But then he remembered, he programmed you to really like baking. Like really like it.

"Uhm.. D-do you want to bake with me?" Elliot feels like he is an highschool girl that asking out her crush on out a date. Elliot is already feels embarrassed Infront of his ideal partner.

He saw your eyes sparkle, and he was holding for his self-control even second that your with him. His heart is going to explode from all of this happening.

"I would love to bake with you." You finally looked into his eyes.

Elliot knew this was going to be a little bit harder to contain himself with you, but he knew it isn't going to be for long.

When baking, the tention surrounding you two earlier melted down into two people just baking and having fun. But this situation didn't really stop Elliot for having a boner from time to time, because you kept reminding him on how much he wanted you.

And now, and finally, this was his last straw when he got some cream in his mouth and you decided it was a good idea it lick it.

Wait, did he programmed you to do such sly things?

After that, Elliot couldn't handle it anymore and bend you over the counter.

"Ugh! I'm sorry.! I didn't mean to lick it.." You we're embarrassed that you we're being bent over in the kitchen counter.

"Then why did you lick it then?" Honestly, Elliot is smiling so hard like a highschool girl got to go to prom with her crush.. You really are perfect for him.

"I don't.. know.." You said just trying to avoid his eyes, but you can't because you are stuck with him bending you in the counter. Also, you didn't know why you licked him! You just went for it when you saw you had a chance..

Elliot is smiling like an idiot, and even blushing on how you blush. Like, wow it looks actually like human being blushing. His brother did a good job!

"Is it okay if I have sex with you?" He just have to make sure, because consent is the best thing for a first time.

"Erm.. S-sure.." You we're blushing so hard, especially your ears. They are angry red, and Elliot finds that adorable. You're so perfect.

Elliot didn't waste time in taking off his pants and your shorts, and holy crap your ass is huge. Ahem! Anyways—

Elliot couldn't resist on slapping your ass, he was mesmerized, it looks like it moves like jelly. It earned an surprised squeal from you.

He became harder because of the sound you made, and your body was made to leak out of your ass and of course your member. But this is probably on of the first kind it's kind that they have made,

His brother really our done himself by doing this for his younger bro. Elliot will be forever be in his debt. Since you looked ready and all lubed up,(with your own lube-like liquid coming out of your ass) he entered.

When he entered, you definitely need to get used to his size. After all this was your very first day and he didn't even controled himself when you just licked his face. You just know a lot of stuff will happened like this in the future.

"Are you okay-?" "Y-yes I'm fine... You can m-move now" Y/n cuts him off, he wanted him to start already.

Even if Elliot was a little experienced (he mostly spend time masturbating to random pornography.) He exactly knows what to do to you in this situation, his only goal is to make you feel good.

So he did what you asked for, he started off slow, when he saw that you we're handling it well he started to go faster. Now it got to the point where you we're moaning a lot, and he liked that so he kept speed steady.

"Uhg..n! Y-your so perfect Y/n!" You may have not heard him because you we're to cock drunk to even thing at that ever moment, but if you did you would have be blushing hard again.

"Y-you look so p-pretty! Ugh.! Being fucked l-like this haaa.." He truly meant ever damn words that was just randomly being thrown at you.

He noticed you we're crying, but you didn't say anything, so he thought it was out of pleasure. Fuck, he like— no. Loves seeing you like this. He wanted to see more so he broke the pace by being even faster.

That set up to be the right thing to do because he got what he wanted. You we're crying because of to much pleasure, and the moaning surely was currently being heard by the poor neighbors.

"So fa-fast! Ahg!" You moaned while pretty tears fall perfectly from your eyes.

5 minutes have pasted and you are finally getting ready to let out his load. As well as Elliot. Elliot didn't expect you to hold out for this long for him, he was so proud of you.

"Ugh.! Ima 'bout to come.! Ha..." You moaned out to him.

"T-then come my baby boy." When he said that you came, and he came after.

He bathed you and made you drink water because caring for your loved once is always good. You need rest so he carried you to bed.

"Good night my sweet angel" Kissed your forehead and lips. Because only one kiss is a bummer.

You two slept like babies.

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shinehyuk · 1 year

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haunted forest | lee heeseung

| Genre : yandere, horror, vampire!heeseung

— Summary : wanting to prove everyone wrong, you wander into the haunted forest.

Word Count : 1.5k

tw/cw : obsession, strong language, vampire, blood, heavy themes, please do not read if uncomfortable!!!

› a/n ‹ : HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN @atiny-chocolate-chip !!!!!! I WISH YOU THE VERY BEST PLEASE ENJOY THIS <333 I HOPE IT'S TO YOUR LIKING!!

Maybe taking a walk in the haunted forest wasn't the best idea you've ever had.

But did you care? No. Your life got very boring as of lately and you needed to get a little, tiny pinch of adrenaline added into it. It wasn't like this forest was actually haunted, or so you believed; it was just a big, made up by mothers lie to scare off naughty children not to wander out there alone, and then the lie spread, and the forest got famous for being haunted.

Apparently, everyone who wandered in did not ever wander back out. There are rumors of a non-human creature living in the woods. In your opinion, all of these were just a bunch of stupid, made up lies. What about all the confirmed missing people? They probably were just children that escaped their homes or got lost for other causes; but because of the apparently haunted forest, everyone believed otherwise. It was stupid.

You were going to take a walk in the forest to prove that all these are just a bunch of crap and nothing else. This wasn't a fantasy movie or book, nothing supernatural was happening. But apparently, some people needed a reminder.

You were half-way into the deepest, darkest part of the forest. To your surprise, a few drops of rain fell on your face. Looking up, you noticed that it was raining; and the rain was getting stronger very quickly. You started running, in hopes of finding a place to hide in. While running, you could swear that you saw a pair of red eyes looking at you; but it was probably you being paranoid. This stupid forest had no way of being haunted. It was just a normal forest.

At least that's what you told yourself.

You ran for about five minutes before seeing a place that you could hide in; the rain didn't seem to have any intention of stopping and if not for the trees that were protecting you from above, you'd already be drenched from head to toe. Before you was an old, seemingly abandoned mansion; a few of its windows were missing and it looked like it had not been used in years. In fact, you noticed that the door was a bit open – if someone really lived there, they'd know better than to leave their door open, wouldn't they?

But on the other side, was barging into an abandoned mansion really a smart decision? What if someone actually lived there? How would you explain yourself?

The rain only seemed to get worse as you got second thoughts about coming in, as if trying to force you to enter the mansion. And so you did, tired of getting rained on. You closed the door behind yourself, examining the inside of the mansion. You were in a hallway, looking for a light switch out of habit. To your surprise, you found one; switching it on, it worked. The entire hallway lit up, making you frown. Why was there power? This place looked years abandoned, if not entire decades.

Looking around, you noticed that the place looked way more cared for than the outside of it. In fact, except for a few spider webs, it looked pretty neat. Maybe it was someone's summer house? But who'd want to have a summer house in the middle of a "haunted forest"?

You entered a room, also switching the light switch there on. A big, vintage-looking chandelier in the middle of the ceiling lit up the room. You figured out that it was the living room from the furniture there. It was a bit dusty, but other than that, it looked perfectly fine. At this point, you were creeped out, a million questions appearing in your head.

"Why, hello. What a pleasant surprise."

You turned to the source of the voice that came behind you, gasping in shock at the young-looking male standing before you.

I'm not a robber, I promise!"

"I never said you were." He chuckled. "Hiding from the storm?"

You nod, hearing the rain still raging outside, banging against the windows in the room.

"I see. I don't think it'll be going away in a while; might as well make yourself comfortable. I'll make you tea."

"Am I not bothering you?"

"Not at all. I quite enjoy having company here." The male smiled kindly, but you couldn't help but notice the reddish shade of his eyes and unnaturally pale skin.

The odd shade of his skin could be explained by the fact that he lived in the forest; he probably didn't go out a lot, hence he didn't get any sun and didn't tan. Reddish eyes could be caused by an illness, but you figured it'd be rude to ask about his appearance when you basically barged into his house, uninvited.

"Wait for me. I'll make you some tea; feel free to use the blanket. You must be cold from the rain." He said, leaving the room.

You glanced at the couch and the blanket on it, shivering from the cold. If he offered you warmth, it wouldn't be good manners to refuse his kindness. Wrapping yourself up in the fuzzy blanket, you made yourself comfortable and waited for the male to come back, checking your phone in the meantime. Unfortunately for you, it was all out of battery. Hopefully you could still find your way back home later.

A while has passed before he entered the room, a cup of tea in his hand. He put it on the table beside you, sitting on the armchair before you. "My name's Heeseung. You must have questions. Feel free to ask anything you want."

"Thank you for your hospitality" You smiled. "Do a lot of people come here?"

"You'd be surprised" He chuckled, crossing his legs as he watched you carefully.

You were hesitant to ask any more questions, but your curiosity got the best of you. "So, this house.. it's yours, right?"

"Correct." He nod.

"People call this forest haunted" You acknowledged. "I think it's a bunch of lies, but you must know what's going on better than anyone, since you.. well, live here."

"People will believe what they want" He shrugged. "Personally, I've never experienced any supernatural encounters myself."

You knew it. Those were all lies.

You spent a little while chatting, the rain seeming to slowly pass. You found out more about Heeseung, and so he found out more about you, too; you had a good time, but it was about time to go back. You got what you came here for; an answer. And the answer was, this forest was not even close to being haunted.

"I should go. Thank you so much again" You smiled, getting up.

"So soon?" He tilted his head curiously.

"Yeah, don't want to keep anyone worried. The rain stopped, too" You explained.

The male nods, a smirk appearing on his face.

"Well, then. I'm supposed to kill you now; just like I feed on and then kill anyone that's stupid enough to come here, but.. you're likeable and quite amusing, aren't you?" He chuckled. "It'd be a shame to kill you, so why don't you stay with me forever? It gets quite lonely here at times, but such a pure soul like you should be enough to keep me company, no?"

"..Sorry?"

"What I said. Want me to repeat it for you?" He also stood up, slowly coming up to you, his eyes now becoming a crimson red color.

You held back a scream, running out of the room and then finding your way out of the mansion. You forgot your backpack, but it was fine. The male was insane. You were sure of it. What did you think? Someone that lived in the middle of a forest in such a mansion definitely cannot be in their right senses.

You ran until you were tired and your feet hurt; and because of your exhaustion, you did not notice the big branch right under your feet, face planting into the wet moss on the ground.

Looking up, you noticed a hand extended in your direction to help you up, then the familiar face of Heeseung.

You screamed out, trying to crawl away as far as you could from the male.

He sighed out, rolling his eyes in irritation as he took his hand back. "Wasn't that pointless, now? Look at what you've done to yourself." He pointed at your bloody knee, clicking his tongue. You cannot take care of yourself at all. How could you have survived without him outside, in the cruel world?

The male picked you up, holding you like you'd hold a bride. He placed a gentle, sweet kiss on your forehead despite your sobs and protests, a happy grin on his face. The smile said only one thing.

You were his now. Whether you liked it or not. You were like a prey in the hands of a hunter; no one was going to save you. You were his.

Forever.

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i hope you enjoyed this bubs!! happy birthday again i love you so much i'm so so happy we're friends thank you for everything!!!! <3333 ILY

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synnamonroll666 · 7 months

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Hurt Me Harder

Prompt 15: Impact play Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: Sparring with friends was always your favorite activity. But when your long-time sparring partner—Syzoth—hits you with his famous tail-whipping move, you realize that something may end up taking its place instead... Warnings: Sparring Friends, Spanking, Fingering, Masturbation... Word Count: 1.2k Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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Sparring: There was always something so damn thrilling and fun about it. Maybe it was the fear of fucking up and dying being lifted from my shoulders, or maybe it was just the rush of adrenaline that intoxicated my mind whenever I came so close to receiving a fist to the face? Either way, I always enjoyed a good spar no matter what.

Syzoth was my most favorite spar partner. He was always so full of mystery, and it made guessing his next moves an even bigger challenge than it would be with any other competitor. But still, I focused hard and was able to evade most of his attacks flawlessly.

I dodged his flying fist yet again as it came soaring through the air at my face. I stepped out of the way quickly, and the miss sent him stumbling over yet again. Laughing mockingly, I watched him try to regain his typical fighting stance, grunting as he glanced my way with narrowed eyes.

Once he stood back to his full height, he wasted no time before lunging at me again. Smirking knowingly, I jumped to the side again. But this time, I grabbed his arm as it passed me to pull him forward so he would go tumbling to the ground.

Though as soon as he clashed with the floor, he made a quick recovery and countered that attack by lashing his full tail out of his human disguise and whipping it in my direction.

At first, I managed to escape it, twirling quickly to avoid its harsh whipping. But the second time—just when I turned to dodge it the first time—his tail came back again and struck me hard against my rear.

A sharp yelp escaped me, and I fell to the ground. Though it wasn't just the pain that made me fall weak, it was the unexpected arousal I had gotten from what should have been a painful hit. Syzoth noticed my sudden change in demeanor instantly and raised a confused brow. But as soon as the realization hit him, a smug grin toyed on his soft lips.

He approached me slowly—almost like a predator hunting its prey—as I sat on the ground, watching him warily while rubbing my behind to soothe my aching flesh. Something told me that we were no longer sparing the way that we usually would. Once he stood in front of me—toes making light contact with my knees as he towered over my form—he took my chin in his fingers and lifted my face so my eyes would meet his.

"What's the matter, love? Sensitive there?" He asked with a faint chuckle at the end of his words. His smile broadened slightly, parting his lips to show me his sharp canines as if to light a fire of desire within me. For a moment, I pondered if it was something Zaterran males did with their females to arouse them.

Then he released my face to sit down right next to me. I was confused by this until his hand found my forearm, fingers gripping it so tight that they left red marks in my flesh. With one hard tug, he pulled me right over his lap. I laid there on my stomach, my ass exposed to the world and my eyes blown wide, as I suddenly realized what was happening.

Before I could protest, his tail struck my rear hard, earning a sharp gasp from me. The sensation was new and rather overwhelming for me to comprehend. I never expected myself to have a spanking kink—especially when getting whipped by a Zaterran's tail during a fight—but I suppose you learn something new every day.

Though it felt so good, I couldn't thoroughly enjoy it. The embarrassment stung my cheeks as much as his tail stung my rear when he slapped me once again. The last thing you want your sparring partner and friend to learn about you is what gets your engine running. Syzoth instantly took notice of my hesitation to fully savor the moment, and he chuckled almost teasingly.

"It's ok, little one. Enjoy yourself." His voice rumbled deep with desire as his hand travelled down to rub my behind, soothing the stinging sensation radiating within my skin. Then his voice grew deeper, dawning a new rough side to it, as if he were just waiting to jump on me. "You've earned it."

Sighing in defeat, I let my hand slip below the waistband of my pants to begin rubbing quick circles over my mound. His tail raised and slammed down on my rear once again, though this time a bit harder than before, sending a sharp slapping sound to tear through the silence and fill the air.

Feeling my arousal spike as the room became burning hot, I began subconsciously bucking my hips into my hand as I moved my finger at a rapid pace. I was so desperate to trigger that climax that I craved, and I knew that I would soon receive it with the attention his tail was giving me.

Though I still had my pride, so I tried to hold in my moans by biting my lip. I didn't want to give myself away as too sensitive, fearing it would make me appear weak. But that plan failed when his tail struck me again, his scales slapping hard against my tender flesh and sending a huge wave of pleasure blowing over me, pushing me to the edge that I was so close to tipping over.

"Yesssss," Syzoth hissed as he continued to strike me over and over, contact becoming more frequent the closer I got to my orgasm. It was as if he sensed it coming.

My finger moved down from my clit and sank into my hole, pushing into my g-spot over and over as I got even closer to that sweet release that I craved. My thumb found my clit and drew fast circles over it while I released the loudest moan my voice could muster. With one final slap to my ass and my finger pressing deeply into my sweet spot, the knot in my core finally snapped and sent shocks of electricity throughout my body.

"Oh! Oh, God! Ah!" I cried as my body trembled violently, my breaths coming out faster and more ragged as I rode through my high.

I tightly clenched my eyes shut as the blurriness of my vision was making my dizzy head spin more. When my climax faded into a dull pain, I withdrew my fingers from myself, resting my twitching hand on the ground as my body slowly began to relax again.

As all my senses returned to normal, Syzoth's hand found purchase on my rear again, its touch now gentle compared to what it was just a few minutes ago. His hand glided back and forth across the rounded flesh to soothe the sting that lingered, and I sighed as a pleased smile formed on my lips.

"You did so well, my naughty little girl. Seeing you wince in pain as you sit down later will surely be a treat." He murmured sweetly as he softly pinched one of my reddened cheeks to get one more gasp to filter through my heavy breaths. Then he continued on, his voice growing deeper and quieter, as if someone was listening and he wanted his next choice of words to be heard only by my ears. "And I would love to spar with you like this again someday to see it happen more often as well."

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As you can imagine, there are some species out there that almost everyone loves. Then there are species that most people absolutely hate (don't lump me in with them, though). And of course there are many that people are mostly neutral on, not having much to say about it really. No emotional opinions, no crazy stories or tangents to be found. A large amount of creatures land on this option, as they don't really do much to sway one's thoughts, be it good or bad. Of course, there will always be the few folk who are very vocal of their thoughts, but that doesn't do much to dent the public's mental image of a certain species. But sometimes there are particular creatures who garner incredibly polarizing opinions, where people either really like them or furiously despise them. Hardly any in between! Each person you ask will have their own loud thoughts about it, jumping from "oh they are wonderful!" to "KILL EM ALL, I SAY!" in a single group of people. It's crazy! To have such wildly different opinions on one single species! You wouldn't think it possible, as how can a creature evoke such array of feelings? Well, if you ever met a harpy, I think you would quickly see why.

I feel that harpies are a species that don't need much of an introduction. They are a rather famous species and tales surrounding them have spread far and wide. But to make sure everyone is well aware, harpies are a species of bird that are found in a wide variety of ecosystems. They are highly adaptable and ever so clever, so as long as the climate isn't too extreme, they tend to find a way to make it all work. Obviously, one cannot talk about the harpy without bringing up their appearance, as that is one of the big reasons why this species is so well known. Overall, they have a somewhat owl-like build and appearance to them, but with some differences here and there. They do not have zygodactyl feet, rather more anisodactyl but the back toe is very flexible and capable of rotating. Compared to most other birds, they are actually very dexterous, capable of gripping, twisting and a variety of other things! The other feature they have are the clawed thumbs on their wings. While some see sharp pointy bits and immediately assume weapon, often these digits are for grooming or helping clamber through cluttered branches and tight spaces. And, of course, there is their face. Honestly, I imagine some people think I am stalling since I didn't bring this up first. The face of a harpy looks rather flat compared to other birds, and the feathers atop their heads are very thin long and fine. They hang limply down from their skulls, giving the impression of a flowing mane of hair. Their beaks seem quite small, despite a wide mouth hidden beneath their feathers. And with big eyes like that and easy to see nostrils, some folk see a human face upon these birds. And some other features, of course...

Yes indeed, the harpy has often been seen as a human bird hybrid, with some folk believing that they are some strange mammal bird mix or the result of some terrible curse. Furthering the point are the prominent "breasts" upon their chests, two features that humans cannot seem to tear their eyes away from. Unfortunately, I think they are a big reason why some folk and stories paint harpies in a very....seductive light. Flowing hair, bright lively eyes and large plump breasts, things that drive human males wild (supposedly)! I guess me being a dryad makes me ignorant to the appeal, as we lack the bulbous milk sacs that are so unique to mammals (though some human artists and storytellers may say differently on that). In truth, the two bulbs upon their chests are actually air sacs, used in boosting their calls and songs. Males of the species have much larger ones than the females, which causes endless confusion in humans. These sacs are why harpies are often believed to be an all female species, despite that making no sense (and before you point at dryads, remember we are a species whose majority identify as female). And even when you get someone to remember that there are male and female harpies, they will point to the ones with the biggest pair and say that one is the female. No, the males are the ones with the notably large "bosoms," but believe me that is a battle we will never win. Regardless, the males have larger air sacs to make their songs louder and to puff them up nice and big when it is time for courtship. I am sure there are some humans getting a real kick out of all of this...

When it comes to diet, harpies are opportunistic omnivores that are open to eating....well...anything. Fruit, bugs, nuts, small rodents and anything edible you leave lying around. Though their small beaks are not suitable for cracking open hard shells or tearing open carcasses, they usually find a work around. One is their wide mouths and stretching throats, which allow them to straight up swallow a lot of their food. A harpy doesn't need the cutlery to chop up a dead rabbit, they just throw their heads back and choke the whole thing down in one go. Always kind of funny to put that image side by side with the seductive, beautiful bird maidens that people like to fantasize them as. Your lovely bird woman is downing a rotting pork bone right now. And good to bring up food like that, because harpies will absolutely pick stuff out of the garbage. In fact, it is why they tend to set up their nests near villages and cities, as there is always something edible being thrown away. And if it isn't being tossed out, they may figure out a way to get anyways.

One of the reasons harpies are so well known and can cause people to have wildly different opinions about them is their cleverness and trickery. They are incredibly smart birds, able to learn from watching others, memorize patterns, use tools and mimic behaviors. For example, their beaks are not well equipped for cracking tough nuts, so harpies have learned to dump these foods onto roads with heavy carriage and caravan traffic. The horses and wheels will do the job, and they will swoop down when all is clear to collect their reward. They can also learn schedules, like when a farmer goes to feed their livestock every day, and when best to sneak in to grab some grains for themselves. On top of this big brain is incredibly vocal mimicry, which allows them to regurgitate pretty much any sound they have ever heard. And this includes speech! Harpies can mimic the sounds of dogs barking, swords clashing, children playing, and phrases they have heard while sitting upon the roof tops. A harpy can replicate a voice so well, that they tend to fool people who cannot see them! If a harpy was in another room out of sight, and they called to you in the voice of your partner, you wouldn't suspect it came from a bird! You wouldn't think twice! With incredible memories and smarts, they can remember dozens of words and phrases, and spit them back out flawlessly.

However, I must dampen the excitement for a moment. The thing I want to point out is that while harpies can mimic speech and sound like they can talk like any other dryad or human, they cannot actually talk. At least not in the way we interpret it. Harpies are not speaking or trying to convey the actual meaning of these words, they are simply spitting out noises that they have heard. They don't actually know the definition of these words, they just know the usual response to these sounds. Like if I were to say, "hey, can you hand me that key?" in front of a harpy enough times, they may start saying it too. But the thing is, they aren't asking if you would hand them an actual key. Most likely, they see you giving me a shiny object, and think this is the phrase that makes others hand over shiny things. They don't understand it as a request for a single, specific object, they don't even know it is a question. To them, there is no "yes or no" to come from this, they say the noise and the shiny toy is immediately handed over. If not, they get confused or agitated. So if you ever go to a circus or show where they present a fully "fluent" harpy who can sure talk and act like a real deal person, remember that it is the result of countless hours of training and a very tight and staged script. "But Chlora, they sometimes pick out random people in the crowd to talk to them, and they follow along without a hitch!" Yeah, "random." Do you seriously need to have a dryad tell you what a "plant" is?

This vocal mimicry is used for a variety of things, be it wooing mates with elaborate songs and performances, or scaring away predators. Harpies will memorize the sound of dangerous animals in the area, and use them accordingly to spook potential threats. If someone is getting too close for comfort, the rattle of a manticore's scales will certainly make them change their minds! They may even use the sounds of people to scare pests and problems, as a human voice startles quite a few critters! Combined with their wit, and you will find scenarios where harpies found that particular phrases or noises can lead to some interesting results. A good example came from a village that was thrown into a full blown panic when the horn from the watchtower sounded. This alarm was used for approaching dragons or armies, and the people were ready to start a full scale evacuation. Thankfully, before things got too out of hand, the folks in the watch tower spotted the harpies nearby and declared a false alarm. It turns out the birds learned that this big horn noise made all the little people scamper away and leave their valuable tasty things behind.

Another case revolved around a trade route that was besieged by bandits. A nasty gang had set up shop in a wooded part of the road, where they could hide and ambush lone traders. Each time, they would loudly demand that the victim leave all their belongings behind and run, or face the consequences. If you emptied your pockets and fled, they would let you live. Refuse, and they would gut you. Many carts and traders were robbed, but eventually authorities tracked down the bandits and captured them. But days after the arrest, another robbery occurred. And then another, and another. People believed that the guards had taken the wrong men or missed a few of them. Only after thorough investigation did they find a group of harpies who had learned to mimic the loud demands of the bandits, and noticed that this noise made people drop their shinies and run. This revelation also brought to mind the cases where the "robbers" attacked fruit carts and other food laden travelers, despite these targets carrying very little coin. But when threatened with your life, a lot of folk don't stop to think if it is truly bloodthirsty criminals or a bird that is screwing with you to get some free apples.

With this trickery and mimicry in mind, you can start to see why some people would like them or hate them. Harpies are very capable of mischief, and are always fans of easy food. If they can find a way to rob a fruit stand, or swipe a meal from a distracted customer, they will gladly do so. They also like shiny or colorful objects to decorate their nests with, so they will totally fly off with trinkets and coins if they see an opening. Then there is the fact that harpies are incredibly sociable and in need of enrichment, so they do a lot of things for fun or to strengthen bonds with their flock. Groups of harpies can come up with their own games and ideas of "play" which may or may not be fun for the people affected by them. Some games can seem like them just screwing with people, stealing things or being nasty little vandals. They grow close to other harpies and other creatures who are nice to them, and can absolutely hold a grudge if someone wrongs them. Their memory can be applied to faces, and they will totally remember your face if you do something to anger them. In a way, harpies are also mimics when it comes to behavior, as they will copy the way you treat them and do the same to you. Villages with good relations with local harpies typically are very kind to the birds and do not antagonize them, while places terrorized by furious birds are probably guilty of doing something heinous to them previously. So if you find someone who likes harpies, then the birds probably like them. If you see someone who hates them, know that the harpies hate them too.

As I mentioned previously, harpies grow close to the beings who are nice to them and join them in their socialization. This means that anyone can create a bond with a harpy, provided they put in the effort and give plenty of gifts. Offerings of food and trinkets can get their attention, as well as helping them when they are in a bind. Rewarding certain behaviors can even lead to things like trade, where harpies will bring you goodies that you like to get prizes in return. I have met many folk who have developed relations with the local harpies, and find them very good company. Joining in their games or even doing things for them to watch with amusement, there is plenty on can do to make harpies interested in you. However, before you get it in your head that you want a pet harpy, know this: harpies can live for over seventy years, need a lot of social interaction and are very easily stressed. These animals are not toys, they are not things you can push aside when you get bored with them. Harpies need to socialize, they need to play and they need to make sure their bonds are strong. Ignoring them, leaving them for long periods of time or not treating them right will agitate them, stress them and cause their health and mind to deteriorate. Cages are also a terrible thing for them, as they need lots of space. They also get jealous very easily if they really like you and can throw fits when they feel left out. So when it comes to harpies as pets: absolutely not! If you want harpy friends, look to your local flock of harpies and try to strike up relations with them. Harpies make good neighbors and friends, not pets!

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian

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"Harpy" (also why is the picture so dang big)

Harpies were inevitable, and I am sure some folk were expecting something more wild, but I absolutely adore this look. I find them very charming! Maybe you will get your more monstrous versions later!

Also I am positive I forgot some things in this entry. But there is always a chance for further ones!

#bird #harpy #mythical creatures #art #drawing #monster #creature

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Desperation

Brett Talbot x Male!Reader

TW: Bottom Brett, Top Reader, thigh grinding, begging, unprotected sex, use of pet names, and praising

Brett had been wanting Y/N forever, or at least it felt like forever.

The said male was just so fucking attractive and Brett wanted nothing more than to kiss and lick all over his body. Brett wanted fuck him everywhere and any position possible.

Brett wanted this so badly he was surprised that when he finally got the chance, it was Y/N who took charge.

But Brett was desperate for Y/N’s touch that he didn’t even care.

“Come on baby boy,” Y/N with a teasing tone. “You can do better than that.”

He worked Brett opened with his fingers as Brett ground down against his thigh and fingers, whining.

“More please,” Brett begged, holding tightly onto Y/N’s biceps.

“Say it like you mean it,” Y/N said, kissing up and down Brett’s neck.

Brett moaned as Y/N gently twisted his nipple. He was naked while Y/N was still fully clothed.

“Y/N, please,” Brett voice was breathy with lust. “Please, I need more.”

“So close, but you have to be specific,” Y/N had also wanted this for a while. “What exactly do you want?”

Y/N licked the shell of Brett’s ear and then lightly nipped at his earlobe.

“Ah! Please just fuck me already,” Brett exclaimed.

Y/N quickly switched their position, Brett on his back and Y/N looming above him.

Y/N took his shirt off and threw it to the side, Brett reached up to rub his over Y/N’s torso. Y/N allowed Brett to do so as he started unbuttoning his pants, he quickly discarded those and his boxers.

Y/N leaned down and caged Brett’s head with his arms.

“Who knew Brett Talbot, famous fuck boy, could be so fucking desperate,” Y/N spoke directly into Brett’s ear. “It’s adorable.”

Y/N ground their cocks together causing Brett to moan before he could respond.

Brett tangled his hands in Y/N’s hair and tugged lightly, “Please just hurry up!”

Y/N chuckled, “Okay, baby.”

He used one hand to line himself up with Brett’s entrance as he slowly slid inside.

Both boys moaned in pleasure at the feeling.

Y/N moved slowly to make sure he didn’t hurt Brett, though it was clear that Brett was deep in pleasure.

Once Y/N bottomed out he paused his movements. Y/N gripped Brett’s hip and waited for him to adjust.

“You’re so perfect, doll,” Y/N muttered against Brett’s neck, licking at it.

Brett tugged at Y/N’s hair again, “God, just move already!”

“Sure thing,” Y/N smirked.

He, almost completely pulled out and then slammed back in, moaning.

Brett let out a shout of pleasure.

Y/N fucked Brett at a brutal pace that had him curling his toes and arching his back.

“Fuck- more, please,” Brett continually begged.

Y/N was happy to comply, absorbed in the feeling of Brett’s tight walls clenching around his cock.

It didn’t take long for Brett to feel a climax approaching.

“So close,” He whined. “Don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of, baby boy,” Y/N responded, he could also feel his climax coming near. “Holy fuck, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.”

Brett’s cock twitched at Y/N’s words.

A couple more thrusts, hitting Brett’s prostate dead on and he was coming, hard. He was covering their chests in white ropes.

Y/N was quick to finish moments later, shooting his load into Brett’s ass.

Brett hummed at the feeling.

“You’re so good for me,” Y/N said, softly,

Brett smiled up at Y/N, who smiled back.

“Please tell me this will happen again?” Brett asked.

Y/N laughed and pecked Brett’s lips, “Obviously.”

Y/N then collapsed on top of Brett, nosing against Brett’s neck.

“Good,” Brett said, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s shoulder.

“Maybe then you’ll get to fuck me,” Y/N added.

Brett grinned, “Oh I’d love to.”

Both boys laughed this time.

#teen wolf #brett talbot #male reader #gay smut #brett talbot x male reader #smut #fluff #top reader #puppy pack #bottom brett

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tnc-n3cl · 1 year

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Rito Biology 101, All about Tribes

(Gonna try and write this in universe as much as possible. Also going to use in-game screenshots as visual aids. Get ready for headcanon rambles...)

Anyone who's had significant contact with the Rito knows that they come in different shapes, sizes, and plumage colors. But did you know that many of these Rito are actually separate species, much like Hylians are a separate species from the Sheikah or Gerudo? Well, my friends, now you know!

Today we'll be discussing the various Rito Tribes.

This fellow here is Teba, the First Warrior of Rito Village, aka Torikirika (Toe-re-key-re-ka). Teba is a member of the Accipi Tribe, noted for their tall stature and sharply hooked beak, much like that of a Islander Hawk. Like the hawks they resemble, members of the Accipi Tribe are quite adept at soaring with minimal flapping of their wings. Fledglings of this Tribe can be noted for usually having a dark beak, which slowly lightens to the typical yellow with dark spot as they age. One should never, under any circumstance, call a member of the Accipi Tribe a hawk as it is a deeply offensive slur. Of course, the same could be said of the other Tribes we'll talk about in a moment.

This cheerful fellow is Kass, the Loresinger of Torikirika. (The Loresinger is more or less the record keeper of the village, though they often travel outside of their settlements these days to explore ruins, or search out historical relics or documents. You can tell he's the Loresinger by the pin he wears behind his left eye.) He's a member of the Arini Tribe. Members of the Arini tribe typically have solid beak colors, usually darker colors, and large, powerful flight muscles. This is because they flap their wings constantly in flight. A side effect of this however, is that Arini Warriors excel at melee combat, especial the spear. Trust me, an Arini spearman (or spearwoman) in battle is a sight to behold! They can also ascend a bit more rapidly that some other Tribes, though personal training plays a bigger role in that. Male Arini Rito posses a large crest, which is unfortunately mostly obscured in this image by the Loresinger Badge and the angle. Females lack this particular feature. Also of note, Arini Rito are the only tribe that does not grow pluma feathers at all, these feathers are ornamental and take on an appearance similar to human hair.

You may note the markings behind Kass' eyes. These are actually a kind of lightweight face paint! It's a common custom among Arini Rito to mark their faces with circles (which indicate their career by color, bard in this instance), and a series of lines representing their family. The bottom line represents the wearer, then their spouse, then each of their children in order of age. (You can see two of his five daughters here.)

This is Elder Kaneli, a member of the Bubo Tribe. While not all members of this Tribe are quite this large, they are typically taller than most of the other Tribes. In spite of their owl like appearance, they do not have considerably better night vision than other Rito. However, they do posses the same directional hearing capacity as owls and have structures on their feathers making them much more silent in flight. You may note his beard, this feature seems to be unique to the Bubo Tribe, and yes, it is made of pluma feathers and not hair.

This is Saki, the Healer of Torikirika and Teba's wife. Her two piece garb is a signal that she is the Healer, as she's not expected to be on the front lines and has no need for the traditional leather armor most Rito wear. Individuals brooding also wear similar clothes, by the way. Anyway, she's a member of the Cardu Tribe, perhaps the most uniquely patterned of the Rito Tribes.

Perhaps one of the most famous Rito of all, Champion Revali. He's a member of the Cristatta Tribe, pronounced, “Cris-tat-ta.” Members of this Tribe are typically shorter than the other Tribes, though Revali was even shorter than most. You may noticed the braided pluma, his Tribe is one of the few in which men grow pluma feathers outside of the side braids. You may also notice he appears to be different colors in the two images. Cristatta Rito have strong iridescent elements in their plumage, meaning that they can appear different colors depending on the light level or angle they are viewed at. Both men and women possess crests, though women's crests are typically half the size of the men's. Women also lack the tufts on the sides of their face, as well as the side braids other Rito Tribes possess. Oh, those red spots on his face are not fledgling spots, they're adult markings he inherited from his mother, quite rare I'm told. His fledgling spots were lighter, and faded during the juvenile stage (around the age of 10). Fun fact: Cristatta Rito have extra bony plates on their skulls to support those large crests.

And here we have a couple examples of the Orni Tribe, which make up the majority of the Rito population. The top image is of Huck, the village tailor. In the background, you can see his brother Nekk, who runs the Brazen Beak. Note that Nekk's plumage is more typical for Rito of the Orni Tribe.

The bottom image is of Amali, Kass' wife. She is also atypical of the Orni Tribe, as most women are a shade of pink. Female Rito often loop their side braids on pieces of wood.

Now you may be thinking, "Wait, you said that the Tribes were different species, so how can Kass and Amali have children together?" Well silly, the same way Hylians and Sheikah can...

Here we can see most of Kass' brood. Because their father is of the Arini Tribe, and the Rito have patriarchal tendencies, these Arini/Orni hybrids are considered Arini Tribe. However, they'll look more like their mother as the Arini Tribe's more unique features (i.e. the parrot like face) are passed on by the mother's side. They will however have larger flight muscles than your average Orni Tribe member when they grow up (though not as large as their father's). If Kass and Amali had a son, he would eventually grow a crest like his father's.

This little guy is Tulin, Teba and Saki's child. As you can see, he has inherited his father's plumage colors and the dark beak indicates he'll likely have the sharp hooked beak of his father. For the Accipi Tribe (and the Bubo Tribe), their facial features are passed on by the father's side of the family. Note that his blue eyes are not inherted from his mother, all fledglings have blue sclera (the "whites" of the eye). You can just barely make out the yellowish of his iris in this image. As he ages the sclera will whiten, although it is still possible his eyes may not be the intense topaz color of his father's. His beak will also likely end up being wider and a bit shorter than his father's due to his mother's influence.

Of course, if you had say an Accipi man and an Arini woman or a Bubo man and an Arini woman, then their kids would be random distributions of the unique facial features. For the first example one child may resemble the mother while the other would resemble the father (but with a larger chest and possibly an Arini crest if said child was male). There's really no way to predict the outcome of such pairings, they could have five children that all resemble their mother, or four children that are an even mix.

This is Harth, the village bower. Now of course the first thing you notice is the wild pluma. This is a clear sign that he has Cristatta Tribe ancestry. Considering he lacks the tale tell crest, his last Cristatta Tribe ancestor was at least three generations back. That's his daughter Molli in the corner sleeping.

There are of course other Rito Tribes, but unfortunately I don't have images of them. There's the Falco Tribe, noted for their small falcon like beaks and plumage patterns, as well as their exceptional diving skills.

Then there's the mysterious Wizal of the Bahreyo (Bah-reoh) Alliance, a group of nations to Hyrule's northeast. It is uncertain if they are actually a Tribe of Rito, but considering the fact that Rito is effectively a term similar to human (Hylian, Sheikah, Gerudo, etc.) or Zora (yes they're multiple species as well), then until there is evidence to the contrary, I shall assume they are Rito as well. The Wizal are distinguished by dark feathers as well as long, colorful beaks and colorful eyes. In fact, it's said that they look much like toucans. They also happen to be powerful mages. There's also the possibility of other Tribes that have been lost to time (not saying they're extinct, just that they may have left Hyrule).

Alrighty then... That's my crazy Rito headcanon, basically my inner science nerd trying to wrap his brain around how different they're skulls would look... So all the names (except Orni Tribe and Wizal) are from Taxonomy. Accipi is from multiple levels that contain hawks and eagles (Accipitridae, Accipitriformes, Accipitrinae). Arini is the taxonomic tribe that contains macaws and a few parakeets. Bubo is from a genus of owls (horned owls, snowy owls, etc.). Cardu is from Procarduelis nipalensis, aka the dark-breasted rosefinch. Why this one for Saki you ask? Well her beak looks finch or parakeet like and I was looking through genera of finches and well... She's got that dark patch on her chest...

Ahem, moving on, Cristatta comes from Cyanocitta cristata, aka the blue jay. Cristata is Latin for "crested" or "tufted" and Revali's certainly that, plus he's got the attitude of a blue jay. Falco Tribe is from falcons, cause I had some OC's with falcon plumage and their father was Accipi Tribe, so I made their mother more falcon like, and ta-da: Falco Tribe. The Wizal are straight up the Wind Waker version of Wizzrobes. Just you know, with bird feet and not quite so crazy in the eyes and more natural beak markings. Though their outfits are similar, especially those fancy orange robes and gold headdresses and such.

#wind waker #loz wind waker #rito botw #teba botw #revali #saki botw #harth botw #kass botw #cree botw #amali botw #breath of the wild #headcanon #therealmwalker #huck botw #tulin botw #kaneli botw #wizzrobe #orni #avian

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A NIGHT WITH EVAN PETERS - evan peters x fem!reader (part 1)

CW: //

SUMMARY: you’re a fan of ahs and you went to watch a live interview of evan peters, one of the show’s actors. evan noticed you and he decided to earn your attention somehow. (it’s 2013).

part 2 here

‼️ evan was not dating emma here.

(omg look at the first pic HES SO CUTE I CANT)

“let me introduce you… evan peters!” the interviewer said and everybody applauded. the blond guy as known as evan thomas peters arrived on the stage and shook his hand with the interviewer’s.

evan sat on the couch placed on the little stage. “how are you, evan?” the interviewer asked. “I’m pretty good thanks… maybe a little bit tired ‘cause I ran to catch the taxi” evan replied and the crowd laughed.

you were sitting in the first row to enjoy better the show and noticed how prettier was the actor in person.

“so evan, everyone lately has been wondering if you and taissa are dating!” they (the interviewer) said.

you were too focused on evan. you obviously had a crush on him, like everybody else used to have, but you were quite sure evan was dating taissa farmiga, the actress that portrayed violet and zoe in american horror story in that period of time.

“oh well, me and taissa are very good friends but we’re not dating at all” evan said smiling. your eyes lighted up and you felt so much relieved.

you suddenly felt observed - evan noticed you and he was staring at you smiling. you blushed faster than ever. you lowered your head embarrassed, getting goosebumps and feeling a bunch of butterflies romping in your stomach.

“and do you currently have any girlfriend?” the interviewer asked evan.

he hesitated and replied after a few seconds - “no, I’m single, girls” he looked at the crowd and every girl seemed like she was fainting, including you. but evan noticed you and you only, you bet he even said that just for you.

you quickly blushed again and looked at him from head to toe, evan did the same thing with you as well.

“are you looking for a relationship, mr peters?” the interviewer asked.

“I’m looking for the right person” he said straightly looking at you, metaphorically eating you up with his stare.

basically the show continued in this way - you and evan kept looking at each other for the rest of the interview until it got over and you had to leave.

you couldn’t stop thinking about that guy. you perfectly knew it was a famous actor but you just couldn’t get him out of your head.

when you were about to leave you heard a male voice - “excuse me! girl! hey!” so you turned around and saw evan. the sensation you felt in that moment was indescribable, you were looking at him extremely closely. what a stunning view - evan peters was standing in front of you, perhaps about twenty inches far from your face.

“I saw you in the first row at the show, and… uhm… you look very cute… may we hang out tonight? just a quick meeting, I don’t wanna bother you too much” evan shyly said. you were pretty shocked by his embarrassed behavior, you actually thought evan knew how to act around girls.

“sure, I would love to” you said trembling a bit. evan looked at you smirking. “would you like to go at a restaurant and maybe have a walk then?”

“of course” you smiled. you couldn’t believe that it was happening to you.

[skip time]

“it was all delicious” you commented.

“for real! and you are so nice and fun” evan looked at you and you lowered your head smiling pretty embarrassed.

“wanna have a walk?”

“sure”.

“so… how long have you been a fan of american horror story?”

“since the show came out” you replied.

“glad to hear that, so I guess you love disturbing and creepy things” evan looked at you and he noticed that it was getting too awkward between you guys so he decided to embarrass you even more - “you watch it for the plot or because of me?” he smirked and intensely looked at you.

“for the plot” you kept looking down.

“the plot changes every season”.

you raised your head and looked at him feeling exposed about things you avoided to confess that night.

“I bet you like me” evan smirked and lowered his head but not in embarrassment, evan was quite proud of what he affirmed.

“maybe I do” you did feel embarrassed.

“would you like to come to my house? let me offer you a glass of wine and then I’ll let you go, I promise” evan seemed so polite with you so you accepted.

reminder: requests are always open and you can request about whoever you want. I consider any type of headcanons/one shots/stories/smuts/matchups!

+ I accept any kind of tip about my writing/grammar and also about the structure of the imagine/preferences post.

#imagines #headcanon #smut #ahs smut #american horror story #evan peters #smut stories #evan peters imagine #evan peters smut #tate langdon #ahs evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters fanfic #americanhorrorstory #murder house #ahs murder house #ahs coven #american horror story coven

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SCP Sleepy Bois Inc as animals

(specifically animals they aren’t usually coded as) (because otherwise what’s the point)

Philza—African Jacana

He’s just a dad carrying around his chicks. What more do you want from him? Male African Jacana are known for raising hatchlings on their own. Gives people nightmares when they’re just trying to protect their chicks. They also use their long toes to walk on water (really on floating vegetation but shh) and are referred to as Jesus birds. Other than the fact Philza is a god, he occasionally forgets to be affected by gravity since pretending to be a person is pretty hard. (I’m ignoring the few decades Philza accidentally spent as a crow so hard rn.)

Tommy—Clownfish

This is 100% serious actually. Specifically a red bullet hole clownfish, to mimic Red’s splatters. Tommy’s very much a small fish in a big pond. Clownfish purposefully coat themselves in sea anemone toxin that is harmless to them but really bad for anyone else, much like Red. If we make The Blood God an anemone in this analogy, Tommy is always running to him for safety, luring in doomed predators that that are slaughtered in a symbiotic relationship between the two. Tommy is also the dominant male of the group, and should the female die he’ll become trans— wait. Maybe not that last fun fact, since Tommy is the most reliably cishet in Fault. Also yes fine he’s a silly goofy guy who acts flashy for attention.

Tubbo—Honey Guide

What animal could better represent the hive save for a bird that lures people to bee hives? Since, again, this challenge is about avoiding the obvious answer. Much like Tubbo, these little guys have a pretty positive mutualistic relationship with humans. Anyway, this friendly and helpful passerine is also a brood parasite! They lay eggs in the nests of others and then murder the other chicks so that the honey guide is raised by unsuspecting parent birds. This fits well with Tubbos’ design as a changeling that’s meant to mimic humans in order to replace individuals (by adding them to the hive mind). Worked decently since Tubbo was raised by humans (ignoring how badly it went with the first nest they infiltrated).

Wilbur—Polyphemus Moth

Named of course after the famous cyclops, I thought the name and appearance were a fantastic reference to the void embedded in half of Wilbur’s face. Beyond that, moths are very night coded, much like Wilbur, though are uncontrollably attracted to the light (Philza). Notably, a Polyphemus moth eats 86,000 times their body weight in the 56 days that it lives, which plays well to Wilbur being a Devourer of All and a man who’s extremely aware he isn’t going to have a long life span. Plus their spooky design fits in with how much of a flashy edgelord Wilbur is. Only problem is they spend almost half their existence in their silk cocoon and Wilbur is a chronic insomniac who could NEVER.

The Blade—Hippopotamus

Both are insanely aggressive and deadly, and are the top of the food chain (once adults). Plus the semi aquatic nature of the hippopotamus plays well into the (arguably literal) sea of voices from which The Blade has to fight his way out of or else succumb to the fathoms. Just like how hippos can’t actually swim? Both faster than anyone would prefer them to be able to move. uh. About the same size. uhhh. They both can’t sweat and so enjoy a good mud bath..? could be unethically hunted for ivory…….? Bro he’s so pig idk

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Wet Beast Wednesday: platypus

Since I've been designing original Pokemon for a hypothetical Australia-based region I've been doing some research on Australian fauna and one of them (which I made into a starter) is the famous platypus. Join me and we will learn why these animals are so weird I don't blame the European naturalists who thought they were hoaxes until presented with a live specimen. I mean you can blame European scientists of the time for a lot of things, but doubting the platypus isn't one of them.

(image: a platypus at the surface of the water, seen from above. It is a brown, furry mammal. Its legs are very short, with long webbed tows. Its tail is broad, flat, and furry. It has a large duck-like bill at the front)

The first preserved Platypus specimens brought to Europe were thought to be hoaxes made by taxidermists attaching parts of different animals together, like the Fiji mermaid or jackalopes. Its pretty clear why they thought this as platypi (there's not definitive plural of platypus and platypi is the one I refer) look like real-life chimeras. A mole-like body (indeed, they were originally thought by naturalists to be species of mole) with a duck's bill, otter's feet, and beaver's tail. In fact, platypi are none of the above but are instead one of five surviving species of monotremes, the smallest and most basal lineage of extant mammals alongside the marsupials and placentals. Monotremes possess many traits distinct from other mammals and taxonomists currently believe that the monotreme lineage split off from the lineage of live-birth giving mammals prior to marsupials and placentals diverging from each other. Differences that monotremes have from all other mammals include a lower body temperature, lack of external ears, different jaw and inner ear structures, a cloaca (combination of the excretory and reproductive tracts into a single hole), more reptile-like embryo development, and the fact that they lay eggs instead of giving live birth. Many of these traits (especially the cloaca and laying eggs) are believed to be holdovers from pre-mammalian ancestors and thus monotremes are highly valued by scientists studying mammal evolution.

(image: a platyus standing on a person's hand. It is around the same size as the hand. It is seen from the front, with its head turned to the right. Its mouth is slightly open)

Platypi are semi-aquatic animals found in rivers and streams along eastern Australia and Tasmania. They are the only living members of their genus and family, though fossil relatives have been found. Their size varies based on habitat and ranges from 0.7 to 2.4 kg (1.6 to 5.3 lbs). Males average 50 cm (20 in) and females average 43 cm (17 in). Platypi are covered in fur that traps a layer of air to insulate them while swimming. The fur is bioflourescent, producing a blue-green glow when exposed to ultraviolet light. The tail is used to store fat and will glow larger in a well-fed individual. All four feet are webbed, the front feet more so. The style of swimming used by platypi is unlike that of any other amphibious or aquatic mammal. Other mammals use their hind feet and/or tails for propulsion. Platypi instead use their front feed for propulsion. The hind feet and tail are only used for steering. When on land, platypi curl up their front toes and walk on their knuckles to protect the webbing between their toes. The eyes are small and weak and are not used when hunting.

(image: a platypus seen from above and below, fluorescing under black light. Its top looks dark blue with splotches of purple while the underside is a lighter green-blue with purple towards the middle)

The bill is the most important organ for finding prey. All living monotremes are capable of electroreception, the detection of electric fields. These fields are produced when prey contracts its muscles and the platypus is sensitive enough to detect very small prey. The electroreceptor organs are located on the bill and run in lines from front to back. The distribution of the organs in distinct lines allows the platypus to determine the direction of the source of an electric field by sensing which line feels the field most strongly. The bill is also covered uniformly in mechanoreceptors used for touch. Platypi hunt by digging their bills through the sediment at the bottom of the water and detecting prey. This method of hunting and use of electroreception allows platypi to hunt in very murky water. Prey consists primarily of worms, insect larvae, and crustaceans. Platypi are born with teeth in their bills, but they fall out quickly and are not replaced. Some fossil species apparently retained their teeth into adulthood. The insides of the bill are lined with ceratodontes, plates covered in rough, keratinized surfaces that are used to grind up food.

(image: a platypus foraging for food at the bottom of a river. The front of its bill is poking into the sandy river bottom. There is a submerged log in the background and multiple small fish in the foreground)

(image: a scientific diagram showing three drawings of a platypus from three angles and the area it can detect electric fields. source)

As if all that wasn't strange enough, platypi are also one of the few species of venomous mammals. The male platypus has spurs on the hind feet that inject venom. This venom is powerful enough to kill dogs, but is not fatal to humans. Instead, it causes swelling and increases sensitivity to pain. This can last for weeks to months and can be agonizing. Female platypi are born with the spurs, but they never develop venom and fall off by their first birthday. Males use their spurs to fight over territory and mates.

(image: a person showing off a male platypus's spur. The platypus is mostly out of frame, but a hind leg and some fur is visible, wrapped in a sheet. A human hand is gripping the hind leg near the toes and holding it in place. The spur is curved and conical and larger than any of the actual claws. It is located near the heel)

Platypi live in simple burrows dug along the water's edge around 30 cm above the surface of the water. They are often hidden behind roots or plants. Platypi spend most of their time in the burrow sleeping for up to 14 hours a day. When not sleeping, they spend most of theer time in the water hunting. Dives last up to 30 seconds with a 10-20 second surface interval. Platypi will travel up to 7 km (4.3 miles) from their burrows to hunt. They maintain territories and will attempt to chase competitors of the same sex out. Males have larger territories than females and their territories usually overlap with those of 3 or 4 females. Platypi are nocturnal and crepuscular (active at dawn and dusk) but have been known to come out on cloudy days. They are typically active for 12 hours per day and spend most of that time hunting. A platypus eats up to 20% of its body weight daily. Platypi are preyed upon by snakes, goannas (monitor lizards), various birds of prey, and possibly crocodiles and invasive foxes.

(image: a drawing of a cross-section of a platypus burrow. The burrow is located in a river bank with the opening right by the water. A long tunnel leads to a round chamber. In the chamber is a platypus with two eggs. Art by David Nockels)

Platypus mating season lasts between June and October every year. During this time, males will compete with each other for mates using their venomous spurs. Some males will maintain territories and force other males out while other males are more transitory and will go looking for mates. Females only mate with a single male every season. Strangely, females have two ovaries but only the left one is functional. After mating, the female will retreat to her burrow. While most egg-laying animals will lay they eggs as soon s they are formed, platypi retain their eggs internally for 28 days before laying them, after which they will continue to develop for 10 days before hatching. Most layings result in 2 eggs. The female curls around her eggs to incubate and protect them. Newborn platypi are called puggles and they are blind, hairless, and defenseless. As with other mammals, they feed on their mother's milk. Platypi do not have nipples and instead, the milk is secreted through the skin and into grooves on the mother's belly, where the puggles lap it up. While the puggles are developing, the mother spends less time out foraging, though she will increase the time foraging as her offspring develop. Weaning happes at 3-4 months, after which the juveniles will leave the burrow and set out on their own. Mothers have been observed laving behind soil plugs at the entrance to their burrows while there are offspring are in them. They are used to squeeze off water as the female returns to her burrow, preventing cold water from reaching the offspring.

(image: a reconstruction of a mother platypus and puggles. They are in a dirt burrow lined with bits of leaves and bark. The mother is on its back and looking toward the camera. There are three puggles, which share the same body plan, but are very small and entirely pink. Tey are sitting on the mother's abdomen)

Platybi are classified as near threatened by the IUCN, though some argeu they should be reclassified as endangered. Their habitat range has decreased since European colonization of Australia and they are threatened by habitat loss, dams, pollution, and bycatch. Aboriginal Australians historically hunted them for food and Europeans also hunted them for fur, which was outlawed in 1912. The platypus was and is culturally relevant to Aboriginal peoples sharing its range, particularly the native peoples of the Murray river. There are multiple Dreamtime stories of the platypus, many dedicated to explaining how it ended up the way it is. In one, originating from the upper Darling river, a female duck named Daroo or was either seduced or kidnapped by a male water rat named Biggoon or Bilargun. After escaping, she laid two eggs that hatched into the first platypi, inheriting their mother's bill and webbed feet and father's body and fur. Another story from the same region says that the land animals, water animals, and birds all wanted the platypus to join their group and tried to convince it to join. The platypus decided that it didn't need to join any of the groups to be special, but still wanted to be friends with all of them and so took on traits from all groups.

(image: the Ironbarks Platypus, an Aboriginal Australian rock carving of a figure typically interpreted as a platypus. It is very simple, with a roughly rectangular shape with one rounded end. From one end is a simple loop usually interpreted as the platypus's bill. Four stick-like linbs emerge from the sides)

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(spoilers for Zero Calcare's "The World Can't Tear Me Down")

I just finished binging "The World Can't Tear Me Down" on Netflix. It's a heavy watch that tackles white supremacy and xenophobia but it was well done imo and a great follow up to "Tear Along The Dotted Line". A lot of adult comedies can be flimsy (and outright problematic) about how it represents social issues and I was worried this series would toe that line but it was able to represent how people get coaxed into supporting the wrong side without excusing them either. It isn't black and white although I do think it's still important to hold individuals' responsible for the way they hurt others.

Cesare and Sara are Italian born citizens who despite being disenfranchised in their own ways, do end up threatening stability for the refugees which is an abuse of their privilege. Although I can understand that Sara's plight is both due to her own struggles and being misled to believe the school shut down is due to the refugee shelter, I couldn't really sympathize when her motivations felt ultimately selfish and at the expense of the refugees' safety. At the same time, I can understand how Zero was conflicted as a cishet white male who's also a famous cartoonist. Zero obliviously tells Sara they're "still young" and Sara had to point out that a woman nearing her 40's is seen as socially useless, something Zero failed to consider when a man in his late 30's isn't looked down on in the same way (and he's someone who's already gained a stable job where he doesn't have to job hunt at his age unlike Sara). Zero was also confronted with his own privilege that challenged his right to judge others with Cesare who was victim to the social stigma and government neglect against addicts and impoverished people. All of this while Zero is conflicted on whether or not he should speak about the xenophobia on TV because of the way it could affect his career. The fact he was considering being quiet himself but lectured Sara and Cesare for their complacency/participation in the issue was a deliberate point of hypocrisy and we'll never know what Zero would've done in the end.

Zero spends the series reckoning with the complexities of moral righteousness that isn't as simple as doing the right thing when there are complicated circumstances behind making poor decisions that aren't just pure bigotry (but still deserves to be called out). At the same time, we get Selco who also grew up disenfranchised but still understood what side he's meant to support. He calls out Zero for essentially turning a social issue into a personal plight of virtue when what really mattered was standing up against Nazis. We end up seeing Sara own up to her mistake and join the protestors (although she condemns the violence in a way that treats it like both sides are equally at fault when it isn't) and Cesare also opens up about what really mattered to him, turning his back on the Nazis (but not exactly looking out for the refugees).

Among our main cast, there isn't actually a role model for us to project onto as the ideal moral pillar, something that the series purposely deconstructs for us with Sara's character. It reminds us that we're all people and we're not always going to make the right decisions nor the people we care about will either. We just have to keep doing our best and help those near us to stay on the right path. We have to grapple with our own privileges, complacency, and hypocrisy to be activists. We have to understand the humanness that comes from veering off that path in order to help those who do and to be able to diagnose the problem. That it's not just an individual decision but a systemic problem.

The only big complaint I have is that the refugees felt like a backdrop to the story of Zero's philosophizing despite the creator criticizing himself for doing the same thing, which may be the humanness I brought up earlier. Understandably, Zero didn't get to interact with any of the refugees until the end of the series and he clearly empathizes with what they go through but having the one refugee wax poetic to shed perspective on our White Italian male protagonist wasn't as moving as maybe it was meant to be.

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