#tool breeders

[continentalblue]

A continuation of your all tomorrows headcanons?

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SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I FORGOT TO ANSWER LMAOOO

i said I would do these yesterday but it's like 12 am so it still counts #slay

also lemme know if u want me to rewrite/clarify any of these I'm typing all that comes to mind

also I wouldn't mind writing more of these lmaoo. this one got a teensy bit long

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🌌 Bug Facers had a bartering/trade system rather than a cash system. This trade system was highly complex; people who tried to pass off their goods as being more high-quality than they really were were punished severely. They also had a monarchy, with the Queen being 25% larger than the other people. Her citizens were taxed and the best food went to her. Her function was the same as that of an ant's queen. Actually, more to the point, I picture their monarchy as being similar to that of ant's. However, after their invasion, the monarchy was dissolved and turned into a democracy.

🌌 Despite their relative immobility, the Temptors actually developed some form of culture. Males would spread ideas between females, who rued the fact that they could not meet other members of their species. I also feel that the males could talk, though their enunciation wasn't really that good. Based on the sharpness and shape of their beaks, it's possible they were all-purpose feeders who preyed on insects, nuts, and other worms. The females required three times the amount of food as males in order to provide enough energy for their brains.

🌌 The Lopsiders actually experienced some sexual dimorphism. The reason for this is because their designs remind me of anglerfish. Females were markedly larger than males, and the males depended on the females for sustenance. This was slowly phased out as they evolved, as the species would cannibalize others for food. They had no trade system; they operated under a "it's yours if you're fast enough mentality."

🌌 Because their experience became so automized, the Tool Breeders actually evolved away from actually having blood at all! As a result, their flesh became more gelatinous. While a drought would have slowly but surely dehydrated the species' flesh and caused the end of the species, they learned how to make water from seemingly thin air. They have a capitalistic system that constantly pushes new inventions.

🌌 Much of the Titan's mythology focused on figures who were more mobile; ie., those that had two legs. When a Titan was born with two limbs, they were hailed as a god. They were seen as prophets and harbingers of good luck. They emphasized an ideal that the species could no longer go back to.

Since they lived in a savannah, they also grew thick skin on their bodies to account for the insects and the spikes on their favorite plants. They also transferred to a more vegetarian diet, consuming foods similar to those that giraffes and African elephants eat.

🌌 Hand Flappers had mating dances similar to those of birds-of-paradise. Had they developed sapience, Hand Flappers would have pioneered acting as an art form, using their wings to emphasize their stories. High-class Hand Flappers wore bracelets of precious metals that surrounded their wings. Wing care became an important social aspects; to groom someone else's wings was tantamount to declaring your love for them.

🌌 Satryiacs had fairly short lifespans, which accounted for the amount of parties that they had. As a result, their minds matured remarkably quickly: by their first birthday, their minds were already fully developed. Their bodies followed soon after, and six months later, they were already considered adults. They had very loose views on monogamy; as a concept it simply did not exist. They had relationships with whomever they wanted, whenever they wanted.

🌌 Despite their lack of sapience, the Blind Folk actually had fairly defined parental relationships, mirroring that of humans on Earth. Blind Folk babies were born helpless and unable to do much of anything. A cry from a baby would inspire all the adults in the surrounding area to come to their aid, a fact that was occasionally exploited by predators.

🌌 If put on Earth's atmosphere, Spacers would get crushed underneath their own weight. Also, since they have such modified internal systems, they do not need to eat. However, they need to sleep for fourteen hours in a day to recuperate enough energy to move.

#blue's friends #all tomorrows #all tomorrows headcanons #bug facer #temptor #lopsiders #cannibalism mention #tool breeders #titan #hand flapper #satryiac #blind folk #spacer #longpost

[serenaluna15]

All Tomorrows Headcanon: Every post human planet has its own Australia. As long as humanity exists in some form, an Australia also has to exist.

For Arieans/Killer Folk that’s the second largest continent. This continent is set in the tropical zone and got calm enough seas that fishing is the main food source. Because of the abundance of fish stock, hunting is not really common. Most energy is put into sports, plays, and games. Especially to see how far one can push themselves are their craft to the extreme.

#Arieans built their identities around hunting #if that isn’t an issue anymore #they go to the next physically demanding activity #the idea of every post-human species having an Australia is just a funny idea #that needs to be utilized #all tomorrows #killer folk #satyriacs #modular people #tool breeders #snake people #saurosapiens #pterosapiens #asymmetric people #symbiotes #sail people #bug facers #asteromorphs #gravitals #worldbuilding #world building

[leftlaine2013]

All tomorrow's sketches ✨️

#all tomorrows #all tomorrows fanart #killer folk #tool breeders

[penisbutterjellytime]

#all tomorrows #tool breeders #all tomorrows tool breeders #sail people #all tomorrows sail people #dz.alltmrws #dz.art

[dailyfefnepz]

Day 15

#hs #homestuck #feferi peixes #nepeta leijon #all tomorrows #cm kosemen #tool breeder #killer folk #fefnep #dailyfefnepz

[kdw0000]

Transparent tool breeder just chillin

#all tomorrows #fan art #tool breeder #my garbage #clipstudio #artists on tumblr #transparent #transparent image #fin fin

[ornisapiens]

Recently learned Wigglypaint has alternate palettes and a transparency feature. With this I doodled a Tool Breeder feeling annoyed about... something. Maybe their coworkers forgot to feed the squid TV monitor, again.

#GIF #fanart #digital art #All Tomorrows Tool Breeder #All Tomorrows #It shouldn't surprise anyone I've been frustrated a lot recently and not just because of the winter holiday fuss

[tiefling-queer]

there is no universal accessibility. there is no one-size-fits-all.

as a genderqueer person, i'd be over the moon if someone looked at my presentation and stumbled or asked what my pronouns are. there are gnc people, trans and cis, who don't present or perform gender in a way that makes it 'obvious' what they are 'going for'. for me, that pause, however performative, is validating and affirming. for me, as a genderqueer person, presentation anarchy and public acceptance of gender nonconformity is comforting.

and on the other hand, i know trans women who are understandably frustrated at people ignoring cues in wardrobe and makeup and opting to degender them. being degendered or misgendered because cues are being missed or ignored is an awful feeling, and this is especially a problem that trans women and other trans fems face.

we've cultivated these protocols that are polite in specific circles that i genuinely believe are used in good faith most of the time, but that doesn't stop them from mimicing bigotry.

i have no answer. ask for my pronouns and don't ask my trans sisters for theirs. there isn't a nice answer.

#id tell everyone to get over it but i shouldnt have to and you shouldnt either #nobody asks my pronouns but everyone asks allie's and these are fruit of the same tree #i dont want to use the master's tools to deconstruct gender i want to use god's tools fire and wrath to destroy it #there's also something to be said #about how under cisheteropatriarchy trans feminine people are defective enough to lose all gendered class status #but trans masculine people have a liiiiittle space in there where we're still useful as breeders so we don't get degendered yet #it's only after we cross a threshold of usefulness that we are finally stripped of the class of womanhood #this is not a privilege. it's a different path to the same place #i dunno. if i think about it too long i get angry #it's easy to look at posts from trans women getting a courtesy never afforded to me and being hurt by it and get bitter. but that's the dev #but yeah. not fair that my girlfriend says she doesnt try to pass because it makes no difference if she does or not. #not fair that i get misgendered more frequenyly at this job than i did at my previous one. #not fair that we can't have anything without cis people making it into a weapon against us. #not fair that maintaining gender is a violence to me and destroying it is a violence to other trans people #gonna accept that as another absurdity and remind myself that if i despair about it then im a little bitch #thanks camus

[darkwood-sleddog]

kinda snowballing off that post and also bringing in what my vet said a few months ago about being surprised that my dogs are so nice and easy to handle 'for malamutes'

the idea that working bred dogs cannot be friendly with people (to their breeds ideal bc let's be honest golden friendliness is different than collie friendliness is different than husky friendliness etc.) is such a weird perception to me and a troubling position to see my fellow working sled dog peers take.

Like "oh they didn't do well at the show because they're working dogs." you say in a ring full of other working dogs and it's not even the question of "is this dog socialized to this or not?" because certainly my working breeder (whose dogs are highly titled in work in the breed) does not prioritize some of the situations my working pet dogs are put in by me, but they did not need to be heavily socialized to these situations to navigate them.

They have never been even remotely wary of a stranger and even though they have no show experience and never will I know that the only thing they'd struggle with in the ring would be stacking for long periods of time. Not being around other dogs of the same gender even though they are selective, not the poking and prodding. Yes, even my dog that is too naturally anxious to be breeding quality.

My dogs are a primitive breed and modern expectations of dog behavior doesn't often line up with their naturally occurring behaviors. They're loud, they wrestle too hard for many other dog breeds, they prefer a strict routine of respectful behavior and body language from other dogs -and yes the modern expectation they should act no differently than a golden is ridiculous- but despite not meeting these societal expectations i can bring my dogs to a restaurant or to the hardware store with me, my dogs greet children gently even though they've had limited exposure, even when they don't love what's being done to them at the vet they are able to be safely handled and none of that takes away from their working ability.

#dogblr #working dogs #some working dog people have a brain rot i'm convinced #we complain about people thinking we just see our dogs as tools #while at the same time just using the dog for work and locking it up away when it's not working #how is that true to how humans have worked dogs for a majority of humanity? its not #if you are a musher your dogs are your lifeblood #like yeah greenland dogs are the most ornery of the sled breeds #and incredibly primitive dogs #but wow do i see some incredible passes on the trail or even just #dog teams running into each other with little issue at all #idk. thinking about it idk who the fuck that actually uses dogs for a purpose #want a dog so anxious and high strung #maybe its: sport dog people have a brain rot too #btw the breeders i talk about who bring non friendly dogs to shows #are in europe. #who usually i view more favorably amongst moot people #but do not fret my critique of the us folk is just as similar

[pawsitivevibe]

The English Cocker Spaniel grooming kit for beginners.

#there are other tools you need tbh but my breeder won't let me use them by myself yet lol

[healingheartdogs]

Really funny that my herdy spitzy toy mix puppy came pre-installed with a better natural retrieve to hand than my dual-bred pointer ngl

#insert that tiktok audio #not funny like haha funny funny like weird #and weird as like... how american hunting dog breeders rely so much on aversive tools and force fetching to get a good retrieve to hand #that they actually neglect breeding for good natural retrieving ability in their hunting dogs who retrieve as a normal part of their work #for some reason whenever i voice this opinion theres always at least one person who says 'okay but (insert HPR breed here) arent like labs' #to which i say HUNT POINT RETRIEVE INCLUDES RETRIEVE AND A GOOD HPR DOG HAS A NATURAL INSTINCT TO RETRIEVE #so like... dont bother commenting that kthnx #this is the reason why i am importing my next hunting dog #and if the shoe doesnt fit for you as an HPR person with this post? keep scrolling and don't defend wearing it #it is not within anyones power to convince me that breeding for bad instinct and then correcting it with aversive methods is ethical #same goes for breeding for more drive than is ideal for the type of hunting you do and then forcibly reeling it in with aversive methods #this is the hill i will happily die on

[argreion]

A Dance with the Devil

WARNINGS: P in V, Leon being a little animalistic, small blood kink, FANGS- LEON HAS FANGS! A little fingering and humping. Leon regrets what he did. Dub-con and non-con(?) Semi-OOC Leon. Subtle breeding kink. Suicide mention. CHOPPY WRITING AND SHIT DIALOGUE TOO!

Val here - This is still KIND OF smutty, but I like fucking around with emotions. I like to just kind of get into the mindset, y'know? I hope you guys can still enjoy this! I might do headcanons abt my version of Las Plagas Leon. :)

Not proofread cause TIREDDD. Yay :3

Imagine this...

Being forced to find Leon Scott Kennedy, the man who 'saved' Ashley. While sacrificing himself to the Plagas, as he would survive the island being blown to bits. Somehow can understand everything around him, unlike the people in the village. However, he's changed... for the worse.

Having his fangs bite into your shoulder, rutting into you. Blood down your back. Your top discarded—no, RIPPED into scraps on the floor. As was the broken Springfield XD on the floor. The box of ammo was torn apart, bullets scattered. Whimpers coming from your mouth as he would dry hump you. This isn't what you signed up for, trying to see where Agent Kennedy went. Was this even Agent Kennedy?

“I can read your mind, y'know?” He would purr, letting himself lap up the blood on your back. “Pretty, unsavory, all the reason to love it.”

This was an invasion of privacy, as you felt him delve deeper into your mind. Picking every single little memory, wet dream, embarrassing moment, anything he could use. As if you were laid out on an operating table, your skull cut open. Tools shoved in and out of it, taking every bit of your life away. That's what it felt like, being forced to stay still. Even as he just rubbed against you.

“Don't be afraid of me, doll. See, am I hurting you?” Uh, ya just did hurt me... You bit my shoulder! What the fuck!? You were bleeding, and he seriously just had to say that?

A shriek came from your lips as he pulled your head back. One hand on your throat, squeezing as his fangs trailed up to your jugular. Teasing a painful death, that would end in blood squirting from your throat.

Even worse, was when you felt him pry into your psyche more. This time, making your body freeze up. Forcing a freeze response on you, fear trickling slowly into your veins. Adrenaline accompanies that feeling as it creeps up your spine. Your mind screamed to move, as his hands struggled with your belt.

“No grites, amada, no duele. Sigo siendo yo, siempre he sido yo.”

What the fuck did he just say? Beloved? Love? Icky, disgusting, vile. Wanted to kill yourself, just had to grab that knife...

You attempted once more to break free of this little revolting mind game. Only to be met with a throbbing, stabbing pain. Images flashed in your mind as it felt like your sanity dripped so slowly from your body. Like that needle in Sleeping Beauty, instead, it would bring you an inconceivable amount of agony.

Tears came from your eyes as you could feel his claws meet your pants. Feeling them threaten to slice them apart, and oh so they did. Claws that you would say possibly an inch, now grew to be six inches. Ripping them, alongside your panties, off.

“Empapada. Perfect, you are my little breeder, la esposa perfecta.”

Chuckling as he would trace your folds, letting it seep in. Letting that dread seep into your bloodstream more and more. Stifling the moan as he would rub your clit. Cold claws against a hot pussy wasn't a good mix. Especially when the claws you speak of could rip you in half.

Rubbing you off, letting his claws go lower. Up and down, a coin trying to find its slot. Hit that jackpot with the insertion of his fingers. Making you cry, as it was relatively easy to find that spot. He'd have to thank Saddler if he were alive.

“Does that feel good? So tight, Haré que encaje.”

Please, stop mixing Spanish with English. You only knew a little, the numbers, hi, bye, all the simple-ass jazz. It was annoying as you couldn't understand him, but that was the point. He didn't want you to truly understand what was happening. Yet, you did, you were here to save him. Ashley already told her dad what happened, the dad to the lower, and the lower to the units. Commanded to find the agent, dead or alive. Yet, never said he'd be infected. She left that out... A genuine fuck you, Ashley, for that. You wouldn't have claws in your pussy if you knew about that. Would've taken the next plane back to the U.S.

Leon decided it was enough preparation, throwing you on the cold, rough ground. Stone scraping against your back and arms. Skinned, and still bleeding. At least he was kind enough to stop fucking with your body. Letting you use the adrenaline from earlier to push yourself up. Screaming as you were forced to take a knee. Footsteps coming after you, alongside the sound of a belt unbuckling.

“Don't run, little lamb. It'll be fine... There's no reason to be scared of me. It's paradise here, with me.”

With you? As if. The body that pressed against yours wasn't a paradise. It was hell, chaining you to the ground as he would grip your wrists together. A small rut of his hips as his head met with your folds. Lubricating himself for what's to come.

“Do you feel it?” He asked, letting his mouth caress your ear again. Claws holding your hips as he would gently, yet forcefully enter you.

“T-the dick?” You wheezed out, being met with a chuckle wasn't a good sign.

“No, of course not, little lamb. I mean, the squirming inside your veins already.”

What did he say?

“What?” You froze, turning your head towards him. Was that bite from him infecting you? Was that how he could force your body to freeze up?

“Do you feel my love? Do you see what I show you?”

Planned like always, images started to flash. Like a mind link that was forcefully shared. Images of Krauser, Saddler, Rámon, and many more could flash. Through their eyes, under the watchful eye of Saddler. An educated guess was that it somehow passed from Saddler to Leon. Now, throwing away most of the man's humanity for reproducing. At least he wasn't eating your organs, you've seen... Things.

D̵͙̲͔̻͚̋͐̊̀̚ȍ̷̢͇̀͋͗͛ ̷͈̈́̚y̵͎͖̤̅͠o̸̲̟͈̰͆̽̆̚u̴͈͂ ̶̢̱̺̹̠̄̀̀͘ś̸̙͑͂͛̊e̶̛̙͖̦̘̐̑̇̿ḝ̸͉̈̚͝ ̷̗̟̩̙͔̈͝ţ̶͇̦͍͐͂̑̓͘ḩ̵̛͇̍̊̾e̶͓̜̓͌͆ ̴͍̎̾i̷̩̟͌m̷̧̹̞͍̺̎͝ạ̷̭̣̭͒͌͋ģ̶̼͎̩̪̀́̄͗ę̷͍͘s̸͉̺͍̙̩̎?̸̼̜̈́̿͑͗͋ ̴̜̒̌Ď̵̢̰̣̜̠o̵̠̐̎͒ ̵̫̖̲̬͌͐̚y̵͔͔͙̠̩̋̓̀̈́́ő̵̖̊̓ụ̴̡̡̘̔͌ ̷̥̄͂̍̈́ś̵̥̣̼̃̍̄̂e̸̮̗̣̰̩̋́̓͋e̷̳̓͋ ̴̡̘̭́̈́͋ͅt̵̢͍̉ḥ̸̨̥̗̰̉̑̓ė̴͇͘ ̶̞̤̈͋͗͝p̷̧̫͚̯̾̊a̸͓͋̃̽̐i̸̞̟̬̐n̸̲͚̞͐̓͝ ̶̭̙̤̳͖̈̅̉͛͝t̶̤̦͋̾ḧ̵͚̺̪̔̐e̸̺̲̒ͅŷ̵̖͇͈̖̈̌͝ ̴̬̙̞̉͐̓̑͘h̷͈̻̲̰̭̃ạ̷̧̠́̊d̷̬̔̏͝͠ ̴͇̟̦̅̎͘b̵͇̦̗͕̀̓̈́͌̚͜e̴̢̬͌͘͠f̸̡̧̠̉͂̓̽͜ǒ̴̟r̷̨̢͕̥͐̒̎e̸͕̠͉̖͆̒ ̸̡̯̙͎̒̈́͂̕t̶̫̞̗̼͊̆̾h̷̪̥̹̥̿e̴̤͈̐y̸̘͔̙͖̮͊ ̴͖̟̦̘̫̈́t̷̢͎̼̘̳̃u̷̩̎̎̎͠r̴̘̗̬̣̊͊͒n̴̺͆̄͗̚e̸̺̱̳̩̽̉ḓ̷̗͊̾͊͘?̴̙͛̈́̓̋ ̵̟͈͎̅͜I̸̝͛͛̾s̴̱̩̟̼̲̆̓n̵͈͇̼̳̰̆̑̎͘͠'̵̧̢̻̽̉t̵̡͕͑́̇̌͠ ̴̨̻̺͎͓̏̿į̴̛̻̪͓̐͆t̸̡̩̙̏́ ̵̪͐͋͐́l̴͎̖̥̺͛ǫ̷̯̲̹̚v̷̮̠̲̜͗e̴̢̩̭̺͋̾͐̎l̴̝̮͕̞͚̑́ŷ̸͖̗̮̗͗͜?̵̨͕̹̂

You could only scream, struggling against him, as he continued to show you image after image. His words burn into your mind, lighting the fire in your mind. Cinders turning into dead bodies, bodies to 'paradise'.

All while this happened, veins started to creep up your body. A soothing feeling as your mind began to calm down. The images would no longer burn, as his thrusts wouldn't burn either.

Thrust after thrust, the squelching of your pussy. Plagas ruining through your veins, submitting to its whim. All while that monster stared at you. Fangs bared as he'd use your very body to create something he wanted.

The actual question was, did he even know what he was doing?

Deep in his subconscious, you could feel it. Connected by that parasite he stuck inside you. Seeing a shivering little boy, turning to that eager rookie for his first day. Growing into a stoic man after seeing the horrors of the world. His stage was lonely, as was his life. Watching as his hands no longer became his own, veins covering his body.

Watching as he would turn to you, eyes scared. Afraid. Afraid of what was happening. An agent, trained to be someone who protected you against horrors. Scared to fight it, terrified as he became it. Startled as he raped you into the ground.

Moaning outside your mind, praising a good lamb for being so willing. Leon hunched over your body, hugging you to himself. Tears came down his face as he squeezed his eyes shut. Screaming at himself for this, why was his body doing this? A sick pervert. Would God even accept him into the heavens? How would he atone? Sure, he didn't pray often, but he hoped someone was watching him. Mom, Dad, even an old friend, someone.

“Accept this, please,” Leon begged, thrusts becoming more forceful. Moans fell from your lips as you accepted this. Both of you were fucked over. The two of you to be lambs of slaughter. Fucking the pain away, and using the Plagas as a drug. A drug that helped you forget the pain of life.

You could only scream again and again. Fingers digging into his forearms, with one hand to support both your weights. Sweat dripped down your face as you worked yourself.

Leon's courteousness was nice, at least the generosity he could sneak through. Feeling him somewhat lift himself off your body so you wouldn't become a human pancake from a muscular man.

“Que Dios nos salve.” He let out a final breath, halting as he would press you back down into the stone. You couldn't speak well, overwhelmed by what had happened in a mere thirty minutes of being here. Well, technically hours, but thirty minutes with him.

The bubbling in your uterus didn't help, as you felt something be inserted. Followed by a soft burn with a bulge. Fucked, implanted, impregnated. Couldn't even register the burn. Thinking it could've been your vagina screaming at Leon to pull out.

Hearing Leon let out a grunt, and his boots thudding against the floor, caught your attention. Turning your head to see him struggle to come to terms with what he had done. Veins faded from his arms, and his eyes lost that sinister look in them.

“Are you ok?” You asked, still laid out on the floor. Honestly, with the way things are right now... The stone seemed better than standing.

“Yeah, I'm good.” Was his reply, the thudding of his boots growing louder. Till they came up behind your head, halting. A hand reached out to you.

“¿Necesitas ayuda?” Leon paused, coughing as he corrected himself. “I mean... Do you need help? It comes randomly at points. Part of preserving memories.”

“Preserving memories makes you speak Spanish? Are you sure it's not just you spewing out random Spanish words?” I mean, you've never heard of something making someone change their language. Unique. Also, freaky since it possibly rewired his whole brain.

“Not my choice.” He chuckled, before noticing the bite mark on your shoulder. Mentally wincing at the fact he bit someone. Reminded him of RC heavily. “Sorry about the bite, too. Not my choice either.”

Leon gently sat you up, a hand on your back. “I'm surprised they sent an agent after me. Do they know I'm...?”

“They do.” You answered, already knowing the question he would ask. No doubt, he probably was curious why the government was here, Probably for the remnants Las Plagas.

“Not surprising.” He mumbled to himself, letting his fingers comb through his hair. Worrisome. It had only been months, and they were coming after him. Was it good? Yes. Was it bad? Yes. They'd test on him, use his blood, just like they did with Sherry. Probably did something like that with Manuela, too.

As you let him be by himself, you reached for the knife on your waist. Only to be stopped by yourself. Your mind began to ache again, and Leon took notice.

“I'd recommend not trying to use anything that can be a weapon, at least for a week.”

“Why?” You asked, before noticing he didn't even have any weapons. “Did you try...?”

“Of course I did, who wouldn't try to kill themselves? It's a given at this point.” He stated, bluntly. At least he tried to be reasonable. Seeing the look of utter defeat in his eyes hurt a little. Watching as he would try to think of something for you. Pushed you into a corner and hurt a poor lady. Mom would kill him for that if she was alive, too. Manners, Leon, manners.

“Do you want my jacket?”

A small wave of sheepskin entered your peripheral. Leon was turned away in an act of respect for your 'indignity'. Perhaps blushing a little, poor guy didn't jerk off often. His compression shirt was dirty, covered in dried blood, mud, and probably a bit of shit. Forced to deal with his mess, even for a clean freak.

Gently taking it from him, feeling the texture in your hands. Nice. Expensive. He must've liked fancy coats, 'cause this was one. Sliding it over your body was... Warm. It was warm. Comforting, reminded you of home. Made you look up at Leon, watching as he walked back and forth.

"T-thank you?" You chuckled, pulling the jacket closer to your body. Huddled in it like a newborn baby. Your 'mother' clearly stressed out.

"Wait, why'd you infect me?"

You could hear the small sound of his boots rubbing against the stone. Like nails on a chalkboard.

"Do you think I want to do this?" He enquired, staring down at you.

"Clearly not, but... It's a question. Am I going to be like you?"

A question he couldn't actually answer. Judging by the way he stood there, just staring.

"Let's not worry about that, for now."

Really? Ok, look, you're fuckin' stranded. He's been infected for months. He literally just raped you, apologized, and now it's awkward. What the hell are you supposed to do? You can't literally grab a knife, your mind doesn't even want you to grab a knife. It physically freezes you from it.

Secondly, you can't even try to get help. What do you tell someone like Hunnigan? Your F.O.S. agent? Someone in AMERICA? Oh, I'm infected and found Leon S. Kennedy infected too! They'll kill you!

It made you wonder why you were forced here. Was it supposed to be a scheme from the government? They knew Leon was alive, or supposedly, from Ashley. Now you're here with him.

"Did I get fucked over?" Asides from the dread from earlier, another type of dread settled in. Did they just fly you out here because you should've been killed? The government was always corrupt, but you didn't do anything at all. Not you can recall anything unusual...

"Yeah, you did." Leon answered, a small look of regret in his eyes.

"I'm sorry you're stuck here with me forever, now."

Honestly got really fucking tired writing. So sorry for the ending too, btw. nbfiecdswhcnj

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon

[andr0nap]

cowboy au worldbuilding with the thoma

as you can see im taking some creative liberties with the giant emu by making them more diverse bc canon isnt enough for me and i have the brainworms

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standard thoma:

the original thoma and most common type available

perfect for travel, can pull wagons or carry light cargo

fast with good stamina, fastest over short distances

friendly, intelligent, energetic and quick to learn

the most diverse in terms of colors, patterns and extra traits

well rounded in all departments (theyre like the AQ horses of trigun)

draft thoma:

uncommon outside of major cities (kept by specialized breeders)

used for construction work and long haul heavy cargo transport

gentle, patient and eager to work

not built for speed but can walk for days at a steady pace without rest

dense feather coat protects them from the heat and sand

expensive to maintain and keep due to their size

theyre a relatively new type that came from selective breeding

"wild" thoma:

actually feral (aka. previously domesticated), not wild

originating from lost/runaways that have not been in contact with humans for generations

rare and elusive with a small population, sometimes spotted living near shipwrecks

people will pay top $$ for their capture

begin to exhibit adaptive mutations that help them survive the wastelands

smaller and less fluffy than their standard counterparts

dont come in many colors, mostly bays, chestnuts and blacks

hardy with incredible endurance

very stubborn, temperamental and intelligent, cant be forced to do something they dont want (like donkeys)

rarely ridden, mostly kept for crossbreeding

cattle-type thoma:

related to the standard thoma but NOT the same species

common pack animal in caravans, sometimes ridden as a cheaper alternative to the standard thoma

mainly bred for meat, hide and eggs

kept in huge open range herds that travel along worm swarms for feeding

sometimes kept as a form for anti-worm pest control

keratin crests are lightweight and used for protection and display

ranchers will paint patterns on their crests as a form of identification

not the sharpest tools in the shed, tend to bite and trample people

#trigun #trigun stampede #cowboy au #worldbuilding #andr0art #i like speculative biology idk what to tell you #its the brainworms #sorry for the horrible handwriting btw #also ik that significant adaptive mutations take longer to appear than a 100 years #but lets say they adapt fast due to genetic modification #the implications of what seeds did after the fall to adapt to the wastelands fascinates me #since thoma arent native to no mans land iirc #did they just have them on board? #what ab other animals? #what kind of non-native wildlife is there #i know there are birds and like... a cat #<- still hasnt read trimax #everything i know has been obtained via tristamp and osmosis #also yes im bringing in the og thoma #diversity win! #i needed a substitute for cows so vash and wolfwood have something to herd for cash #living the cowboy dream baby!

[psi-scribe]

I'm so excited!! After doing a bunch of research I've finally settled on what breed of marine I want to adopt! A Dark Angel scout! It'll take a few days for him arrive but I've been getting everything set up and finding great nature parks and hiking trails for him to enjoy.

The breeder is very reputable but isn't quite sure what his 'true' coloring will be when he gets older, which is a normal part of Dark Angel life cycles! They all start out green and sometimes they can suddenly change coloring even after becoming an a veteran battle brother. It's something to keep an eye on because sometimes temperaments early on can give you a guess about what they might end up as. A Deathwing Dark Angel takes a different about of care and handling then say a Ravenwing and Integrator-Chaplains.

I'm on my way to pick up proper tools so he can take care of his sword and bolters. Dark Angels are such a 'clean' breed, they take a lot of pride in their appearances.

#space marine husbandry #scribe's scribbles #I had to throw my few cents into this because it looks like fun

[followthebluebell]

Hello! At the end of the month, my mom is going to adopt a kitten. She's very, very allergic, so she thought she could never have a cat, but we found out she tolerates extremely well Norwegian Forest Cats, and we're buying her a kitten. I've never bought a pet as I am strictly pro-adoption, but in her case that was just not possible. Due to the high cost, she can only afford one kitten, but there's several family members, and I live next door to her with my own cat. Are there any ways we could avoid or minimize singleton syndrome in raising this kitten? Also, is there something I should know about Norwegian Forest Cats, to your knowledge? Thanks and have a great day!

Congrats to your family!

The kitten should be, at minimum, eight weeks old by the time it goes home. If your breeder is homing kittens before they are eight weeks old, immediately drop them; they are not a good breeder. Honestly, I think kittens shouldn't be homed before they are 12 weeks for a more full social development. Most kittens will have at least partial social skills by eight weeks. Breeder kittens in particular tend to be highly socialized compared to shelter kittens.

I think the most important thing to do is to avoid letting a kitten play with your hands. It's adorable when a 2 pound kitten thinks it's mauling your hand to death because it's using all of its strength to do so. It's a lot less cute when it's a 14+ pound cat who hasn't really figured out that it has a LOT more strength now but still uses all of its strength. Remember that the kitten you raise will be the cat you get, so setting down firm boundaries around what is acceptable during play and what isn't is very important.

Your greatest tool in training a kitten not to play with hands is your attention. That's REALLY what they want. So, once a kitten is being too rough, you immediately disengage from play, turn around, and ignore the kitten. If they continue to try to play, you leave the room. Kittens don't have much of an attention span, so there's no point in making the consequence too long--- five minutes is plenty of time. And then you come back, and just resume playing, ideally with a different toy besides hands. Reward the kitten heavily for engaging with the toy with lots of baby talk and playtime.

[zooophagous]

why don't u use harnesses for ur dogs? less room for injury /srs

Because both of my dogs are escape artists. Egon has some fear issues that pop up completely randomly, he will be fine for months and then one day spook at a shadow or at his own poop and he is built so shitty that he has managed to slip every single harness he's ever had. And he does it easily without even trying. When Egon is on a harness, he's walking with you because he wants to, not because you're in control.

The last time he got scared it was because he thought I was mad at him for pooping for some reason so when I bent down to pick it up he slipped his supposedly no slip harness and ran into traffic.

Tuunbaq is still a dickhead puppy and when he sees another dog he wants to march right up to it to investigate and when you tell him no or try to redirect he decides to say fuck you and back out of his harness to go get the other dog. The slip lead prevents him from doing it, and he's thrown some pretty impressive tantrums trying to get out of his lead before.

Tuunbaq's breeder and trainer both use and recommended the slip lead for him, and I started using it on Egon too to keep him safe. Egon is truthfully a very soft dog and the slip is a bit stronger of a tool than I'd prefer to use on him, but I cannot allow a repeat of what happened last time.