#you sadistic monster

[hemipenal-system]

tw for a bunch of stuff in here. check the tags before you open this one.

i'm in a werewolf type of mood tonight

i deserve a cute little preything who's so tiny and weak tbh. i need someone whose footprints leave a track in the snow pointing to their tiny fleeing body.

i just want to warm them up. it's so cold out.

having them thrash around in my claws as i pin them down and tear their clothes off with my teeth, exposing tender nipples perfect for me to latch my teeth around and a wonderful tight hole for me to use

holding them down to kiss them, snarling into their mouth as they struggle under me, one massive paw holding their wrists above their head, claws digging into the sensitive skin, as my other trails up their thigh

biting them just hard enough to make them stop squirming, telling them it'll be less painful if they just let it happen. i'll be gentle that way

letting them look between my legs, ignoring their desperate whining that it's too big and it'll never fit without hurting them. explaining to them that the hurt makes it better

laying back and pulling them down on top of me, putting a leash and prong collar on them and holding it in my jaws as my claws dig into their hips

guiding them down on top of me, telling them if they stop moving i'll flip over and do it for them

taking their hips and fully pulling them down onto me repeatedly, each strong pull making their head tilt back more as the look in their eyes gets foggier. each wet slap driving more thoughts from their head.

bending them down to my chest and pressing their head in, telling them if they're going to use their mouth they should do something productive and suck

feeling them shake and clench around me over and over, ignoring how pained their whines get and snarling in their ear that if they're so sensitive they should hurry up with me so i'll stop using them sooner

laughing as their legs shake too hard to keep bouncing up and down, then rolling so they're under me and snarling as i put my entire weight into them

teasing them as they start begging, releasing their hands to grab their hips and laughing that if they wanted to control everything they should at least have the stamina to do so

watching their eyes go wide as they feel me twitch inside and then smiling gently as they beg me no no not the knot it's too big you can do anything else to me you can finish inside me you can bite me you can use my ass just not the knot please i can't-

licking my chops as i ignore their pleading and shove it in, feeling skin tear and bones move as i forcibly rearrange them enough to make room for me, biting hard on their neck to give myself leverage, letting them scream out and drench my fur with something i'll make them lick off later

snuggling them and licking the blood off gently and ordering a pizza (because aftercare is important) while gently running my tongue over the intricate folds of their ear and reminding them who they belong to, holding them as they say they love me and sharing a gentle kiss with them

#if you don't look at these tags and then read it and don't enjoy it that's not on me at this point #tw minor gore #tw soft cnc #it has a happy ending though #sadistic shit #terato #monster fucker #terato blog #nsft #fantasy nsft #monsterfucker #teratophillia #werewolf #werewolf nsft

[bonefall]

I can't see how the writers still think Skystar's a good person. Like, twelve year old me liked him and thought he was interesting, but I was like twelve. And even I knew he was an irredeemable asshole after Moth Flight's Vision. If a twelve year old can figure this stuff out I have no idea what these grown ass writers were doing.

DOTC has a thesis, stated in The First Battle, that really explains everything.

"Fear and Greed" is just a fake-deep way to reinvent a Good and Evil dichotomy. Because Clear Sky's abuse comes from a place of fear, it means it's not malicious, unlike a "greedy" cat.

He can be "soothed," ergo, he's a fundamentally good person.

Post-First Battle, the books are focusing constantly on his feelings, how sad it makes him to not be trusted, how happy he is when people are on his side. All while he continues to screech at people who tell him what to do, manipulate and mistreat his son, and even still beats and mauls those who offend him.

But because it's "fear," that doesn't matter. That's a justification, an excuse. The writers don't seem to believe in good and bad actions as much as they do good and bad people. True 'evil' comes from a person who hurts others for the wrong reasons, like 'revenge' or malice.

It's abuse apologia. Plain and simple.

The truth is that abusers don't think of themselves as evil people, and everyone, even you and me, is capable of being toxic or abusive. Talk to those who have been abused and we'll tell you; we often stayed because we "saw the good," or even felt responsible for them. Abuse can be passed down through generations because the kids come to believe the way they were treated was normal and okay.

If you go through life thinking that abuse only comes from evil/greedy people, you won't see it when it happens right in front of you. Fundamental good and evil is childish. Abuse comes from fear all the time.

Abuse is about power and control. Fear of rejection, of losing someone, of pain, those are all very common motivators as the abuser tries to stop them from happening before they even begin. It doesn't MATTER that your abuser is in pain too, you NEVER "deserved" what they did in an attempt to break your legs so you wouldn't run.

But... we can all change. Even the worst of us. It's never too late to stop hurting others, move on to a better life, but some people never will. Skystar loves his power, and he keeps that power no matter how many times he misuses it.

He has no reason to change as long as his cruelty rewards him with status and authority.

But the writers are incapable of recognizing that, because for this entire arc, they were stuck in an absurd view of the world in terms of Fear and Greed. Abuse can be excused if he did it for the "right reason," and that makes him "fundamentally different" from the truly evil villains, Slash and One Eye.

Hopefully, it now makes more sense to you.

#I am completely sincere when I say that I am legitimately concerned for the mental health of these writers sometimes #It's a lot of words to say. Again. That evil is really really simple. #It feels good to get what you want. #Power gets you what you want-- Security. Assurance. Respect. #Everyone wants these things. #It's not about having a twisted and sadistic soul #I'm sure those exist out there. But they're so so rare #And you will get hurt if you need to believe that the only person it's okay to leave or distrust or hate is a literal monster #You can leave anyone who tries to control and hurt you actually!! #Even if they're in emotional pain and insist that they NEED YOU #You didn't deserve it! You never did! It's okay! They didn't need to be a monster. And you're not one for leaving either. #Or resenting them. Or recognizing that they can't be trusted. #Of course... well. Clear Sky DOES act like a monster in this text. #Gouging out people's eyes and slaughtering innocent women #But most of the time irl your abuser didn't like. Kill someone lmao #At some point the metaphor breaks down #BUT!!! #cw abuse #dotc hate #Clear Sky #Skystar #Anyway casting spell of I Love You on every abuse survivor who feels a connection here #bone babble

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Rolling Down

Sigh Not So | Secrets Hid Away | Shed Tears Aplenty | Fire Down Below | Rolling Down |

CW: Nonhuman whumpee, referenced choking, captive whumpee, sadistic whumper, multiple whumpers, creepy whumper, fantasy whump, the next chapter is going to be intense as fuck

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"Guilford? You in there?" 

Gilly shot to his feet with a smile at the familiar voice coming from the door to outside, knocking the rickety chair over with a clatter in his haste. 

The siren jerked instinctively backwards. Gilly snorted and gave it a good thwack with the long, thin switch he'd brought in last night, listening to its cry with a smile as it hid from him under the water. Signs of its fear of him were a good thing, ongoing evidence of the slow success of his plan. They’d spent the last three hours working on expanding its range of words through slow, methodical, and painful repetition. The welts layered over its chest and shoulders were proof positive of his work.

"Guilford?" Her voice called again, muffled through the door. "What was that?"

"Coming! Just a moment!" He called, giving the siren one last contemptuous look before he stepped out, closing the door to the bathing room behind him.

Atabei’s arrival promised not just a break from the monotony - broken only by the pleasure of seeing new bruises bloom and its growing terror - but also an end to the whole charade of having to force it to obey him in the first place. 

How frightened would it look, he wondered, when it realized disobedience was no longer even possible?

He had to clear his throat against a sudden warmth at the thought that seemed... distinctly indecent. He distracted himself by grabbing a hand towel to dry off his hands and wipe at the sweat over his brow, pushing his glasses up his nose instinctively before he swung the door open to greet the single most important person still alive in his life.

Atabei Montgomery was in the doorway, nearly silhouetted by the light, a vision of slightly shimmery pale green fabric against her very dark skin, long black hair pulled back at the nape of her neck in what seemed like ten thousand tiny braids, with a wide-brimmed hat with matching green trim tilted just so and tied at her chin with a ribbon. 

"I have a bell you could ring, you know," He said without rancor. He could hardly repress his smile enough to sound anything but thrilled. “You don’t have to yell.”

"I tried. It's broken." Her voice had begun to lose her empire accent. She clearly had the distinct beginnings of the slower-spoken, subtle musical dip and rise of the more northern colonies where she had been living now for years, a woman of some leisure in the Yawnee port city. It made him more aware that his own speech had lost its posh edge and gone to rougher consonants, quick and bitten-off like the other sailors. Her voice sounded like a higher class of people, who could afford to take their time. His own had gone the other way entirely.

Not for long, now. Not that she was here and could help him. He hitched in a deep breath, embarrassed when tears pricked at his eyes and blurred the sight of her. “Oh… Beibei, I am so glad you’re here.”

She took in the sight of him with a smile. “I’m glad to be here. It has been too long.” She opened her arms to him, and he went to her with real enthusiasm. At first he only grasped her hands so he could dip his head to press a kiss to the back of one, but she shook herself free. "None of that! Come come, Guilford, are you so much the man and the sailor now that you have no hug for me?"

"Of course not! Never!" He pulled her into an embrace where each of them tried their best to hug hard enough to break the other's ribs. When he picked her up and spun her, she shrieked with false indignation and laughter, batting at him with slaps that clearly were meant to be perfunctory at best. Atabei had first beat him in a fight when they were four years old and he never had won a real one since.

“Put me down, you wretch!”

He did… reluctantly. "My heart breaks without you! How do those ladies in the northern colonies treat you? Have you found one you like? Is there a paramour?”

“Paramour? My, you sailors have pretensions!” She pulled back enough to look at him with mischief in every line of her expression. Her black eyes twinkled. "I will have you know there is only one woman, and we are known to all and sundry as very sad, tragically widowed ladies who share a home merely so that we may live on the money our late husbands left us in comfort."

Gilly's smile widened. "Beibei! You shock me! I had heard nothing of this!"

"You were at sea!"

“Was there ever a husband?”

“Oh.” Atabei waved one hand in the vaguest possible response. “Eliza had one. He really did die quite tragically.”

“How?”

Her eyes sparkled. “The only cause of death anyone could discern, Guilford, was simply tuberculosis. It steals away so many, you see, and goes unquestioned…”

His smile widened. He held her by the arms, looking over her face. “Beibei. You didn’t.”

“His lungs filled, until he breathed his last,” She said with prim and proper intonation. “It was a terrible thing, when he became too weak to even speak up after he found Eliza and I together. And so very, very sad when his heart gave out from the shock. We were all so very… very sad to see him go. Especially his business partner, who inherited the company in full as long as he paid a nice sum to Eliza to buy our home outright.”

“You are a wicked woman. And yet I owe you congratulations! I must send you back with a gift for this Eliza and a warning of what will happen if she dares break your heart!" He hugged her again, as tightly as he could.

"Guilford!"

"Beibei, sister of my heart, it has been twenty-three and nine days since last we met, you have found love while I was gone and I only just found out, and I will not let you go without a fight this time!"

"Nonsense, nonsense!" She laughed again, bright and bell-like, smacking at him. Gilly heard an echoing mimicry of the sound from the bathing room. Atabei must have heard it, too - her laughter faded, and so did her smile, although it still sparkled in her eyes.

She looked to the bathing room door. "Oh, my. Guilford, is… that where it is? This mysterious thing you have found and need my help with, but cannot name in your letters? Is it something alive?”

"Yes. Yes, it's in there. You'll see why I had to keep it secret. It was sheer providence that I got hold of it so easily, an absolute accident of fortune, but to keep it I'll need magic, so…"

"So here I am," Atabei said, with a sigh. Her bright good cheer faded as she took on a more businesslike heir. "Tell me this is not the reason why you wanted my visit."

"It isn't!" She gave him a flat skeptical stare, eyebrows raised. He winced. "Or… it isn't only that. You know I love you, Beibei."

"I suppose I do. And I suppose you know I love you, too. You could have learned the magic with me, you know, and you wouldn't have needed me now."

"Father wouldn't allow it. You know I asked a thousand times.”

Her smile returned, briefly. "Ah, yes. Your late great father and his ridiculous superstitions."

"I think he would call them religious convictions, Bei. Don't be unfair. You know I am baptized, too."

"And yet you want magic now."

"Well. The… church won't help with what I want to do, but… I think you will." 

"Why is that? Magic has a cost, Guilford. To the one who casts it or controls it, as well as the subject of the spell."

"This will be worth it for us both, Beibei, I promise. We'll both end up rich as Croesus. You can buy yourself and your lady friend a mansion to live in comfort and security!"

"We already have a home more than large enough for our needs. But… let's see this treasure that makes sounds like the mockingbird that you find in the ocean and swear will make me a rich woman." She untied the ribbons that kept her hat on, dropping it on the rough-hewn wooden table as she moved past Gilly. "I left my bag of tools outside, it isn't good for them to be inside any home but mine any longer than necessary. They pick up impressions too easily where people sleep. I need the paint to stay pure and true or I cannot guarantee protection."

"Right. So” Gilly nodded, following her across the room. “The thing is, I don't need protection magic-"

"I didn't mean protection magic. I meant that I cannot protect us from the magic, if it binds to your home. It may choose you to target, and then you will be as lost as your secret ocean treasure.”

"Oh. Well, I…" He trailed off as Atabei sailed ahead, seeming to float more than walk. "Um, fine. I've been teaching it some words, so… here."

"You have been what?" For the first time, she looked alarmed. “Have you taken hold of a sea serpent?”

"No! No, not at all, I just… just a moment." He clapped his hands, one loud crack of sound. There was a pause. Nothing happened. Atabei blinked at him in confusion, and he sighed, feeling the pounding headache of anger already threatening at the edges of his vision. “Hold on.” He clapped again. "Areyto! Stand up or else!”

This time there was a splash from inside the room almost immediately, and he breathed more easily knowing his command had been obeyed. Eventually. It would help Atabei to see that he could do this. He could punish that hesitation later. 

“Areyto…?” She moved to the doorway, the hinges creaking in protest, the bottom of the door scraping the floor. There was a long, long pause as she took in the sight within. Then she said, very quietly, "You are so very stupid, Guilford Wentworth."

The words were not spoken with anger or even disgust… they were simply an expression of an immense, overwhelming exhaustion. 

“... it’s a siren,” Gilly said helpfully, swallowing around his sudden burst of nerves. 

"I can see that." They stood in the doorway to the bathing room, Atabei ahead and Gilly hovering nervously behind her. She looked stunned, her eyes roaming over the form of the siren within, who watched her right back. "What were you thinking?"

It felt like being scolded by an older sister who had found him dumping cups of flour in the well. Gilly flushed bright red and fought the idea that he should be ashamed of this. "I-I just-... I had an idea, is all. You know, I see the rich men, the lords, the governor and his family, and I think... what've they done to earn any of it? It should have been me to have such riches, my father was a lord once, and now what? Now I live here, in an old lady's cellar more or less, and scrape by! I deserve better! And this, this thing, this is going to-"

She held up her hand and his voice trailed immediately into nothing. “Gods above and below,” She whispered in an airy, slightly husky hum of sound. “Just look at him.” 

Inside, in the dim light that made it through the oiled paper that covered the window, the siren stood as it'd been commanded to, a mockery of an eerily beautiful man. Its muscular shoulders were slightly hunched self-protectively, water making its skin seem to shimmer as it ran down the creature's thighs, stomach, even its shoulders and sharp cheekbones.

It was watching them. Tracking every slight move they made, every blink, every breath. Gilly could tell it was taking note of how he obeyed Atabei's wordless command. He saw its dim animal mind recognize her as leader, shifting itself slightly to keep them both in view as Atabei stepped carefully into the room. 

It would have irritated him, if he didn’t feel more or less the same. Atabei would know what to do to help him get the riches and influence he wanted, and he trusted her to know best what step should come next. As long as she agreed to help him at all. 

"Oh, dear," She whispered. She wasn't talking to him, but to the creature, her voice going soft.  "You have been quite marked up, haven't you, pretty thing? My Guilford has not been soft or kind to you."

Gilly felt a flush of real shame at the realization that Atabei was reading the story of the bruises it was covered with, purpling under its skin, and she was… not happy about it. She clicked tongue against teeth as she looked at the bit gag, the way the corners of its pretty man-shaped mouth were rubbed raw and red. She knew the meaning of the circle of dark red and scabbed blood around its neck thanks to his daily use of the noose to ensure its cooperation and encourage it to learn the words he needed it to know. 

And… and maybe because he enjoyed seeing it fight for its life, again and again and again, until it was to tired to fight any longer and had to accept that Guilford Wentworth, ship’s surgeon who had control over nothing, would decide if it lived or died and there was absolutely nothing it could do to stop it except give him whatever he wanted. 

Maybe he liked that bit too much. 

"It's dumb as a post," Gilly protested, defensively, drowning out his own thoughts. "All it's learned, it had to be taught with discipline. If I'd been soft, it would have eaten me by now. Patience would get me a mouth full of teeth, Beibei.”

“Hmph.” She raised her chin, looking distinctly haughty. "Did you ever try softness?"

"No! I'm not… stupid." Gilly paused. Let the pause draw out. "Would softness have worked?" 

She had the look of someone fighting off an impending headache. He knew the feeling. "Maybe. Maybe not, and yet… he must loathe you. You take a man of the ocean and make him an enemy."

"It isn't a man! Besides, I don't care if it loathes me. Do we worry if a horse or cow or sheep likes or dislikes us? This thing is no different. It just looks human to trick us. Like any livestock, it’ll fall in line once it’s broken in.”

The corner of her mouth twitched with a wry humor. "You, I see, have never actually tried to ride a horse that hates you. Men have been killed taking the crop to a hateful horse the way you have taken your fists to this man."

"It's not a man, Beibei, for the love of God! It is a siren!"

“I know what he is,” Atabei said, closing her eyes and lifting one hand to rub her thumb and forefinger over the bridge of her nose. “You forget, Guilford. I have spent as much time as you on ships. My father was a captain, too. I was born on Lightning Rider."

“No, I know, I know you were, but… it isn't like sirens ever sing to fool women." He tried for a joke to lighten her look of growing anger. "You know, because they know it’s men who have all the gold for them to steal?" The look Abatei gave him was more frightening than any hurricane he'd ever survived. His face burned red in the dim light. “Oh, God’s wounds. My apologies. I didn’t mean that.”

“I should hope not. If I thought you had become the sort of man who believed such things, I would never speak to you again."

"I don't!” He reached out to touch her arm, gratified when she didn’t pull away. He tried to get her to look at him. “I don't believe it at all. I only thought about making you laugh!"

She snorted, a delicate, derisive sound that the siren echoed from the other side of the room. "I suggest, in that case, that you try saying something that is funny."

"... fair enough. I am sorry, Bei. You know I am.”

Yes. I know." She softened a little for him, then, a hint of her smile returning. "Besides, the sirens don’t sing because they want your gold, Guilford. They want to eat. Any gold they take is simply because they like how it shines.”

“True…” Gilly thought of the creature’s mouth, how it looked perfectly normal and somehow he knew it was all a trick, that beneath the illusion of unusually white flat-edged human teeth were rows upon rows of yellowed razor-sharp fangs, only revealed during its meals. “Although it is true that sirens don’t fool women.”

"They do not fool us," Atabei said evenly, "Because their magic only works on one who knows himself to be a man."

"Why is that, do you think?"

She moved to the left, picking up the chair Gilly had knocked over when she had arrived. The creature's dark eyes followed her, clearly assessing her as a potentially bigger threat than Gilly. Gilly felt the same. "If you were the only man I had ever known, I would say it is because men do not have the common sense the gods granted goats. But I do know other men, who would not do anything this stupid… and so I must say I have no idea. The gods must have decided it at a whim, as they sometimes do."

"Beibei, please let's don't blaspheme." Gilly sniffed, then colored even more as he realized how utterly fussy he sounded. He was a man who spent weeks elbow-deep in sailors' blood while they cursed him and themselves and the high heavens, fussy didn't describe him at all. And yet his time in church, back when he’d cared to go, had still left its mark. "Don't say gods.”

"It is only blasphemy to those who think they know everything." She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Who are we to say how many gods are out there? Who are we to lay out certainties when we have only suggestions? Hm?” When she smiled her slight and impish grin, he returned it, knees weak with relief. They had never been angry with each other for long. "Do you know everything, Guilford?"

"No. No, of course not."

"Exactly. So I don’t blaspheme, not to you. Have a priest come see me, however, and I will talk him out of his holy vows within a week or less."

"God forbid! We'd be overrun with exorcists again!"

"That was the one time!" He was gratified by how she laughed out loud, startled by the return of an old memory.

"Your father nearly beat him to death with a broom!"

The eyes of the siren in the washtub narrowed, moving from Atabei to Gilly and back again, studying their amusement and affection with each other. Some of its hostility might have eased. Or that could be a trick of light and shadow. Gilly didn't like its eyes on her. It wasn't jealousy, of course, how could anyone be jealous of an animal? But still… he didn't like it. 

Atabei swept herself to seated in the wobbly chair, her skirts settling in a burst of rustling as she had to find a balance. She laid one hand over her stomach where stiffer fabric held her posture straight. "At home with Eliza, I never wear dresses like this. I keep forgetting not to slouch."

"You do look lovely in it, though."

“Of course I do. I am lovely, and therefore look lovely. I would look lovely in rags. So,” She said, folding her hands in her lap, leaning forward slightly to stare down the creature across the room, as it stared back.  "Let's begin. You have stolen a siren.”

Gilly stood with his back leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He scowled at the way she said it, and watched the siren catch the expression and cringe back a little, its eyes moving to the rope that he could grab and pull at a moment’s notice to choke it again. “It’s not stealing. They don’t belong to anyone. That’s like saying I stole fish from the open ocean.”

Atabei raised her eyebrows without looking away from the siren. “Hm. Fine. You have harvested a siren, shall we say, which you now keep within your home.”

“Yes. He must have sung a ship onto the rocks, we found him lying on some wreckage. The others had hauled him-... Bei, you’ve got me doing it now-... the others had hauled it on board before I realized what it was. So I told the captain I’d kill it, and I brought it here.”

A delicate sniff. “In your bathing room, in your bathing tub, which now smells distinctly of old fish. And blood.”

Gilly swallowed. “... yes. There has been some bleeding… but I bought another tub and bathe myself currently in my bedroom. But… but I have a plan. I have ideas on how to use it, I just… need some help.”

“I’ll say you damn well do.” Her eyes trailed along the tense lines of its body with the sort of look that seemed almost professorial. "How many words has it learned as you beat it to bruised and bloodied?"

"A handful. Maybe a few more than that. It knows how to count to twenty in English, knows what it means when I tell it to move here or there, to eat, to stand or sit. Once the magic is laid, though, the work will go more quickly."

She nodded. "Likely so. I know a spell that will encourage its learning of language to happen faster. It will still take some time." She tipped her head to one side, giving a soft little whistle, one high note and two low. The siren perked up, for the first time in days, and blinked, mouth moving around the wooden bit it was gagged with. 

It couldn't whistle in response, not with the gag. But it exhaled through its mouth as though it were trying, and then hummed the same three notes back. Atabei grinned and clapped her hands in applause.

The siren flinched.

It jerked backwards and twisted to one side, shielding itself as best it could with its shoulder from an imagined blow. 

Atabei's smile dropped. "Guilford…"

"I clap when I give an order sometimes, or when it's not listening." Gilly shrugged. "Then I punish it. It thinks it did something wrong. Which it did. I don’t allow it music, not when it’s so dangerous. It can sing again once it only sings for me.”

"I see. No wonder you need my magic. If you let him go now, he would know only violence and fear and pain from us. I don't imagine you would survive his taste of freedom." She licked at her lips, thoughtfully. “Neither of us would. It knows our faces.”

"Exactly! You understand!"

She sighed, as if he were a pupil who had incorrectly answered a question. "... I understand you are very stupid, yes."

Gilly deflated a little. "You said that already."

"I mean it so thoroughly I must say it twice. I’ll do it, Guilford. But I’ll need all night and most of tomorrow, and for nearly all that time we will need him to be very still. Even the slightest break in the spellwork, a tiny flinch, before the sealing, and he won't be bound at all. And we will both die in great agony to feed his hunger.”

"No, I know. I know… I have something for that, to put in its fish. It'll be quite unconscious for hours once it settles into the thing's system, and we can work the spell while it sleeps. I've started feeding it more or less by hand this past week, so we'll know for sure how much it ate."

She nodded, a firm little jerk of her chin. "Perfect. You go to buy this fresh fish-” She watched the siren perk up a little at words it knew to mean food, and smiled. “-and I will start mixing the paints under the tree. We will work the magic starting tonight, and by the time the moon rises tomorrow he will be yours entirely."

Gilly exhaled, closing his eyes as the shining promise of his future rose before him. "You'll do it, then, for certain? I wouldn't have asked you to come all this way just for this, but you’re the only person I know who has any magic. I mean, I think Father Thomas up in the high village has some, but-”

“Ssshht!” Atabei cut her hand in a quick gesture as if slicing the very thought of the man in two. “You cannot ask him. I know what his magic is and what he does for it. Magic has a price, Gilly."

"I'll be able to give you such wealth, Beibei-"

"I do not mean a cost in coins. You will be bound to him as much as he is to you. Sirens live for centuries, Guilford, sometimes for more than a thousand years. If you do this… so will you. This is not a gift, my friend. That much time is a curse. It is the cost."

Gilly blinked, puzzled, looking over at the siren. It had relaxed, minutely, as it listened to them without understanding. It was a crime to be so beautiful and not be human. Or at least to have the form of a woman. Male sirens were rare, few and far between in a kind of creature that was already rare to begin with. It’d been his awful luck to only ever encounter a male in person.  "How is a longer life not a blessing?"

"I cannot answer that. Only warn you. You two will be tied together as securely as if you wore chains, for as long as he lives. Time makes us all fools, and you will have more time than anyone who is not a god. The only story I have of such a thing in my books… ended quite… quite poorly.”

Gilly swallowed. He felt a chill in his chest, traveling with his heartbeat to his very fingers and toes. "Then… why help me at all, Beibei?" 

"Because if I do not, he will kill you. And this way at least I can give you, who I adore like my own brother, at least a lifetime of what you desire most. What happens after that…" She trailed off. "I cannot guarantee or predict."

"Well… well, it'll be worth it. It'll be worth it, whatever the cost."

"If you say so. Go get the fish, and feed him. Once he is bound, we can untie him and allow him the use of his mouth. He won't ever be able to do you harm after tonight, and he will bend to your will no matter his own." 

Gilly nodded, rapidly. “Yes. Yes! That’s exactly what I want!” When Atabei stood, he hugged her again. She was tense in his arms. "Thank you, Beibei. Thank you so, so much. Everything is going to be perfect, you'll see."

"Hm. Perhaps.” She paused, then sighed. “Oh, Guilford, before we begin… I do have one question.”

"Yes?"

"... how well can your landlady hear?"

"What? Oh, she is deaf as a post. If we take the siren back into my room, close the door, maybe put some towels along the bottom… she won't hear anything at all.” 

"Good."

"Why?"

She looked over at the siren, still watching them with its lovely dark eyes. Her expression was something just shy of mournful, and Gilly hated that the thing could cause her such sadness. Or that his own choices were causing-

No. It was the siren’s deceitful appearance that made her feel guilt and sadness over this, not anything Gilly was doing. He was only making the most of a stroke of luck and building for himself the life thousands of men had sought without success. When he owned this whole island, or any island he wanted… she would see. She would understand, then.

Atabei turned back to him, and gave him a cool smile that did not reach her eyes. “We need a place where we will not be heard. Once the work begins... this poor creature is going to scream.”

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Taglist: @burtlederp @finder-of-rings @theelvishcowgirl @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @bloodinkandashes @squishablesunbeam

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Note: Although I am not planning any specific @whumptober this year, I have done two pieces so far using prompts and that may continue!

#fantasy whump #siren whump #nonhuman whumpee #captivity #whumptober #whumptober2023 #no. 4 #“You in there?” #no. 5 #“It's broken.” #no. 6 #“It should have been me.” #creepy whumper #sadistic whumper #me: I won't write noncon in this one #Gilly: No I'm definitely going to get real fucking gross once I have total power over this pretty siren monster #Me: You don't have to #Gilly: But I'm still gonna #referenced choking #held captive #captive whumpee #whump #whump writing #original writing #fantasy writing #fantasy world #monster whumpee #monster whump #soon to be magical whump #I am going to be so mean to the siren with the next chapter

[craycraybluejay]

On the next episode of Are Maleness and Sadism Interlinked or Am I Just Weird About My Masculinity and Kink

#my tranny sex mysticism is cooler than your cissy sex mysticism #although gender in general is a construct and everyone ties things to their gender which have little or no #real connection to anything like that #bc gender is identity #clothes are the easiest example but #i think i understand when people say stuff that sounds nonsensical like 'my gender is venus flytrap' #because gender is identity and if its a big thing in your identity you kinda like #connect it to your femaleness or maleness or both neither other #like when a girl fights shes still feminine kicking ass and that doesnt make her any less good at kicking ass #or when a guy does his nails it can very much be a masculine thing for him #its all made up and based on vague feelings and concepts #so sure conservatives feel free to identify as an ak47 you know its not a gotcha #and radfems feel free to keep calling me a monster it makes me hard <3 #but yea like. identity is both complex and simple. its the human condition to identify with things #and i dont think 'neogenders' are particularly new i just think we had different words or no words for that #but people have and always will identify with anything and everything #thats human nature. we mirror and absorb and grow #even twin sisters experience femaleness differently or even call it different things #girlhood or being a lady etc etc #even within the cishet society gender is not as simple as authoritarians would like you to believe #anyway yeah my gender identity is sadistic male aligned freak and other things

[arrowheadedbitch]

Prompt: Bruce reinforced Jason’s coffin for some reason (to stop grave robbings, keep the LoA out, something like that). So when Jason wakes up in his grave, he is unable to get out. He can’t scream for help either, he’s buried under 6 feet of dirt. Whatever brought him back has made him immortal somehow, so he’s not in danger of dying. It’s his thoughts/diary while stuck in his coffin knowing that no one is coming to save him. Will he get rescued? That’s anyone’s guess.

Why would you send this to me

#you are a sadistic monster #this is so fucked omg #great prompt tho

[pushing500]

Colonist Gracie is a bit of a crybaby, and wants "Ancient Junk" around the colony, which I can't help with. We're doing what we can for her smokeleaf need, but it's not enough.

Luckily Debby kicked the crap out of her and left her bedridden for several hours, which should make her think twice before going on any more insulting sprees.

With seven hours left on the ship reactor startup cycle, another siege came upon Eureka. It was Yttakin again, and surprisingly there were no distant relations in this group.

Sadist Hazrov was allowed to take a crack at it with our singular mortar, and managed to blow off three whole legs in a single shot (two from one guy, one from the dude standing beside him)!!

They attacked us after that, but a combination of turrets, an army of well-trained attack animals, and lots of cool colonists with good combat skills was enough to send them fleeing pretty quickly.

And so, here we are...

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#rimworld #gracie plays #The Animist Alliance #art #my art #traditional art #rimworld art #unpolished art #Colonist Gracie and her ideology are both weird #I wouldn't pick on the lady who is engaged to the potentially evil flesh-eating monster if I was grumpy #But clearly Player Gracie and Colonist Gracie have different views on such things #Hazrov has been walking on sunshine with a “Hurt someone x11” mood buff the last few days #Her sadist trait is so much fun #And yay!! The ship reactor works!!! #The end is in sight everyone #Colony Tour coming tomorrow if all goes to plan #Love you all #Thanks for sticking around for so long #Have a stupendous day <3 <3 <3

[alexcutecolly]

Favor(e)ite Safe-Nomming Scenarios #1

Featuring Prey A & Prey B as tinies, and Pred as a giant/big monster creature.

Warning: a more cruel/sadistic pred in the alternative endings.

Pred has swallowed Prey A and is now keeping them inside their belly against their will. So Prey B comes up with a plan to rescue A without Pred noticing.

As Pred takes a nap, Prey B manages to carefully crawl inside their mouth and descend into their esophagus thanks to a rope securely tied outside of Pred's maw. When B lands in their stomach they reunite with Prey A and gtfo, climbing all the way up to the throat without waking up Pred.

Alternative Ending 1:

Pred awakes either while B is going down their throat or as they reach their stomach; as soon as they catch up on what's happening, they decide to wait for A and B to start climbing up, grinning mischievously.

When the Preys reach the end of the mouth on their way out, Pred cuts the rope extra-dramatically with their teeth and gulps them both down again satisfactorily, only to then go back to sleep. Their lips can be seen curl into a smile before they pass out.

Alternative Ending 2:

Pred wakes up unbeknownst to Prey A and B like in the previous ending, but this time the tinies think it's safer to travel back to the top one at the time. B lets A go first in case something goes wrong. "And it will".

Pred pretends to be asleep, eyelids closed and breathing purposely slowed down as A exits the maw and now waits for B. But their turn never comes, because Pred's big eyes open and they sever the rope with the most effortless tug.

Their voice resonates in the air, accompanied by a smug smirk of theirs as they stare at A.

"What now, then?"

#this is one of my fave g/t vore scenarios of all time #so i thought “why not write something about it?” ❤️ #i love all endings btw because they're all equally unique and can take on their own different paths depending on how the rescue mission goe #also even tho it've written this pred ad cruel/a bit sadistic no actual harm is caused to Prey A and B #if you feel like some tags/extra warnings need to be added pls let me know btw!! #i really don't want to make anyone uncomfortable #favor(e)ite safe-nomming scenarios series #safe vore #g/t vore #cruel pred #sadistic pred #v.ore #v0re #non-fatal vore #does this count as writing? #my writing #monster pred

[cranberrytea451]

Boo!

Horror sans jump scare!

#horrortale sans #horror sans #horror!sans #horrortale #sans #undertale au #not be that guy but I’m pretty sure horror sans hasn’t eaten anybody #I thought his whole thing was he was starving himself as a punishment #which I think is more interesting #it also fits his character a lot more #he’s sadistic because he’s suffering #not to say y’all can’t have him eat people #technically he’s already an au so do what you will #I just like scary skelly #sketch #quick sketch #like every monster is starving but he denys himself any small amount of food that comes around

[heraldofcrow]

I’ve been reading more Eileen centric fics lately and I swear, every time Bloody Crow is the vague background villain that she’s hunting for the entire fic, he’s depicted and especially described as this unhinged serial killer type demon that leaves a trail of mutilated corpses in his wake and murders kids for fun and is the ultimate terror of Yharnam’s foggy nights that WILL hunt you for sport and bathe in your blood.

And I love it and eat it up every time, but I’m starting to get why I may seem a bit whacked in the head for obsessing over him as hard as as I do. I totally forget how much 90% of the fandom hates the guy for being so difficult and hurting Eileen and how they just see him as this monstrous thing because of that. Like yeah, I understand. Not everyone sees him as a scrimblo or whatever. There may be something wrong with me.

#it’s a funny contrast for me because even Alfred isn’t seen as such a maniac by the fandom #so many people love the guy #but Crow is seriously hated and demonized #i mean yes my sadistic ass loves it #but it’s also hilarious because i’m online like #“he is my poor meowmeow babygirl blorbo that has done so much wrong in his life but i forgive him because he is my trash son” #and everyone else is like #“DEMON MONSTER THING CREATURE THAT EATS CHILDREN AND I HATE HIS STUPID FIGHT WTFSHSJSK” #i’m still trying to convert you all though #kuyuan converted me with his tragic art so it can be done lads #in the meantime shoutout to my…three other bloody crow fans 👍 #we’re in this poor state of mental health together 🖤 #bloody crow of cainhurst #bloodborne #CrowNotes

[candyredmusings]

                                                   My insides are red                                                    And yours are too                                                 And the red on my face                                                      Is matching you                                            And goodness you're bleeding                                                 What a wonderful feeling                                            You're down and you're pleading                                                My head is just REELING -- !

#musings #the obsessive #the feral #the monster #the yandere #the sadist #ship inspo #source: the red means I love you - madds buckley

[whumpitisthen]

Today Is His Special Day!

Tws: for child endangerment, minor whump (nothing actually happens, has happened or will happen, but whumpee strongly suspects that that may not be the case anymore)

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Today might be the single most stressful day of his entire life.

He has been trying to get ready for today for a few months now. More accurately, a few years. Since he was old enough to understand that life isn't quite as easy for everyone else around him. Quite as certain. Quite as safe.

For a long while he was under the impression that his life was insignificant and unfair; that everyone else had it better simply because they were adults. They worked because that was their job, that is what adults do. They are the responsible, smart, strong ones who were supposed to take care of him. His job was supposed to be learning, and having fun. Enjoying his childhood. And yet, he was working as much as anyone, in his own eyes.

However — a few years back, his visual on the world drastically changed.

He suddenly knew that life could be far worse for him. He witnessed what truly goes on behind the scenes; what everyone around him never had the heart to tell him. He saw the brutality from a front row seat, and no matter how he cried at his 'caretaker', they would not stop until they deemed the punishment severe enough.

Worst of all, the violence didn't end there. From then on, at an age much too young, he was shown again and again how good he really had it. Slaves, servants, colleagues, friends... None of them were free of their wrath. The smallest mistake could lead to horrifying results. An offhand remark could send them into such a lust for blood, the very air around him could be felt changing at the exact moment something inside them would snap.

His caregiver would hurt people. A lot. Physically. All the time. And they didn't even do it for the right reasons; though what could be considered the right reason to hurt anyone that badly is a mystery to him still. They did it because they wanted to. To force agony under their skins and watch them writhe. They found it amusing; sometimes alluring. The rush. The power. The fear. A twisted fascination for ruined bodies.

They would smile while beating someone into the dirt, laugh when they would scream in desperation. Sometimes, they would even lure them into a trap — they would have the unfortunate soul say something they didn't really mean, or do something they knew they shouldn't really do just so they could correct them.

He always knew his guardian was a powerful figure in the community he was part of; that much was clear in their mannerisms and actions, as well as the other's whenever they were around. He knew they were a little mean with other adults, but he chalked it up to nothing more than stress, or his own imagination. He always assumed it was normal; they were the boss around here after all, that is how someone who rules should act. They knew best, they held the well-being of the rest in their hand. Until he was allowed to see it with his own eyes; until he was no longer sheltered from the visible repercussions of misbehaviour by the person enacting judgement, he would have said he wished to be an outsider like all the others. Someone else, someone more important, someone people would pay attention to. He wanted to be older, so he could have a say in his own life.

Now, he is scared. His thoughts are racing. His skin crawls and shivers. He hasn't even got out of bed yet.

He has been scolded before, but never hurt. He works for the same person that would torture someone else for the hell of it, so the possibility is there. If he was allowed to see real punishment, it must mean there is a reason he was made aware of it. It's Chekhov's gun. Once shown, it will have to go off at some point.

He has to talk to them about it. He loves them, he really does. They are the one who take care of him, protect him, feed him. They make him laugh, let him sleep in their bed after a nightmare without hesitation, treat them with kindness. They are as close to a parent as it ever got for him. But his childish curiousity would have never allowed him to keep himself in the dark.

So they had the talk. He asked all the questions he wanted to, and his guardian answered each and every single one truthfully. He remembers every single word from that conversation so clearly, ironically, as if his life depended on that information; —

"Did you hurt Mr. Owen's eye the other day? His face was all bruised and he didn't seem to want to tell me why." — An off-handed start. Casual. Like it is a normal thing to conversate about over dinner.

"Yes. He spoke out of turn. You know I can't stand that." — They did it for no reason. Of course. That wasn't even a question.

"Have you been hurting everyone all this time?" — A little push. They should pick up on where this is going already. They surely do.

"Yes." — No elaboration needed.

"Why didn't you tell me?" — An important question.

"You were too young to know." — Ah. He was too young. Was. His heart stutters, but he trudges on.

"Why now?" — Was it intentional? A conscious choice? A decision, to expose him so suddenly to what lies ahead of him?

"It had happened already, and I could not take it back. You aren't a kid anymore either. I assumed you were mature enough." — It wasn't supposed to happen, but he is supposed to be able to handle it by now. Because he is not young anymore. He is old enough. Why does it feel like his ribcage is shrinking?

"Why do you hurt them?" — A pointless question. One to deter his own thoughts. He already knows the answer.

"Because they deserve it. Because they need to remember their place. Because I want to." — Because they want to.

"Isn't scolding them enough?" — A half-hearted suggestion.

"Not enough. Not for me." — If it was, they wouldn't take so much time out of their day to beat someone into a pulp as punishment for not keeping eye contact long enough.

"Why isn't it enough for you?" — A desperate question, though it comes out as smooth as a compliment.

"Why would it be? Why wouldn't I hurt them for messing up? That's how they learn." — How they learn. The ones powerless to stop them. If that's how they learn...

"...Why don't you hurt me then?" — A terrifying question. Almost an invitation. He hopes it doesn't come across that way.

"You're my family." — Right.

"You hurt your brother that one time too..." — A question, but hidden. If he deserves it, though he's also your family, how come I don't?

"Well, he's an adult, he can take it." — He's an adult.

He's an adult.

Of course. He hasn't seen them hurt anyone but grownups. All the ones that they are supposed to be on even grounds with. He doesn't see many people his age around, but maybe that's for good reason. The only kid around is him; taken under the wing of this sadistic monster.

He did not ask more questions, though one little thought he cannot chase from his mind. As he pulls air into his chest again by force, and lets it slither out of him in a hopeless sigh, the words are a constant buzz. He will have to ignore them for the whole day. He knows it will be impossible.

He will work the whole day like he does any other day because that's what he is supposed to do, like all the adults. He was taught well the consequences of failing to follow orders.

He will stumble home after an exhausting day — narrowly avoid breaking down in the doorway from the same words that were buzzing in his head having turned into screaming — to greet his guardian with a smile.

There they will stand with a warm expression, a present in their hands and a birthday cake on the table, proudly telling him he is an adult now. How incredible it is that's he's really all grown up. How he can drink, and see all the horror movies he wants, and all these other news that are supposed to be great and fill him with joy.

And there he will be, holding back tears, because the only thing running through his mind will be the one question that has haunted him ever since the talk, burning his throat; —

"Will you... hurt me, too?"

#whump #my writing #whump writing #fear #sadistic whumper #bad caretaker #minor whump #child endangerment #nothing actually happens or has happened or will happen #spoiler alert: he will ask the dreaded question and the answer will be #of course not. why would i ever hurt you? #bc caretaker may be a horrible monster but at least they keep whumpee safe right #right guys #theyre my second ever caretaker ive ever written give it up for my second ever caretaker #dont expect any more any time soon #referenced torture #referenced abuse #carewhumper

[gothasmo]

If Ais potentially finds MC at the beginning and brings them to Kuras, I wonder if Kuras directs patients that are beyond his abilities to the Seaspring as a last resort as their final choice...

#just replayed the demo bc reasons #and i was considering that Kuras respects Ais and Ais helps out there #i didnt consider that maybe some of the diseased folks etc might be funneled in that direction. #presuming kuras cant fix Everything. #only background i haven't playtested an MC for yet is the hound... my unnamed is my primary and the alt is gonna be alchemist. #and bc i miss my er ocs... i did twins again #im just so Thoughts about this game for the next two years. love that for me 😭 #Ais and Kuras being friendly is so weird to me. like if Kuras thinks Leander and Aid are trustworthy it makes me more comfy with them #altho watch my easy trust in Kuras get sliced to shreds in game lmao #like Kuras has been to the Seaspring... he knows what that shit is. and is apparently comfy with it enough to not hate Ais #unless Kuras is secretly some sort of terrifying sadist and Im making a critical error in trusting his perspective #I genuinely love Ais a lot and Im hoping it isnt like too terrifying with the Groupmind stuff... 💀 #i like that Ais seems to want MC to keep their identity and maybe accept their own monstrous aspects #but also one fear what if groupmind gets greedy the more Ais likes you #over here praying for poly route with ais and vere for one of my MCs tbh #also angel lore. are angels connected to a singular god concept? #unnamed is from a temple etc. and theoretically was manipulating worshippers into Enlightened states with their touch #before they grew to fear the power when it was exposed as a curse. eventually seeing themselves as a monster at the beginning of the demo #i just really need to know if there are multiple religions and the placement of angels therein... #like they mention an abbess at the senobium.... so like. nuns? is this just monotheistic faith for humans...? #where does the veil and fogfall fit in? if so many places for humans are destroyed with few cities theoretically... #I'm assuming youd have all sorts of superstitious faiths cropping up qnd ofc cults. like monster worshipping cults and random ones #tag rant sorry it's 3M and im in Thoughts #im terrified I'm going to get obsessed with backgrounds for these MCs that wont work with the setting. trying to keep them flexible

[soulsxng]

"Mmm, I don't really want to fight right now, though. Sounds like a hassle. My hair is super nice today too, and this is totally gonna ruin it."

"If that's the case, you can feel free to forfeit...though I was hoping to get a little bit of a workout from this."

Zahine Besiira: His biggest three abilities are his affinity for ice, and his abilities to inflict charm (which he's not allowed to use, because it doesn't really wear off, and tends to essentially brainwash whoever gets hit with it), and frenzy respectively. For ice, he prefers to use it at a longer range-- typically forming arrows and a bow of ice that will spread over his opponent's body, or burst once they're hit, depending on how gory he feels like getting that day...though he can also use it for deflecting other ranged attacks away from himself. He's exceptionally knowledgeable in anatomy and the like, and his precise aim allows him to target vulnerable areas with relative ease. As for frenzy, the most dangerous thing about this state is that it makes the opponent lose any and all inhibition, and they will fight even at the expense of harming themselves. It also usually tires them out quickly, as they expend huge bursts of energy to attack pretty much whatever catches their attention.

Aside from that, he's actually the most dangerous when he's up close. Typically, he tries to keep a more "impersonal" approach to fighting, which is a big part of why he usually fights at range. Once he's fired up enough to allow someone to get in close, he uses his brute strength to take them out immediately. Surprising to most, his physical strength is actually much higher than his magical strength, so they'll get close thinking he'll be at a disadvantage, only to have him literally crack them like a glow stick. Also, major healing! But he doesn't usually do too much of that in a fight, if he doesn't have to. He's stubborn about that.

Ber Bireth: Primarily a caster, relying on elemental magic (He really has next to no physical strength. It's very similar to what an average human's might be)-- he favors the earth element most, as he feels it gives him the most range for "status affliction" type attacks. That being said, he does also tend to favor large scale, powerful magics right off the bat, and has the energy to cast them more frequently than most others would. Tends to just wrap himself up nice and cozy in the strongest barrier he can cast, and sit there while his ranged magics force his opponents to run around the field like a headless chicken, trying to dodge them.

The biggest issue with fighting him (in a battle like this anyway-- otherwise it's the fact that he just regenerates immediately upon being killed, and comes at you like an angry cat that you just tried to drop in a bath tub) is by far his command over time based magics. Though he's no longer one of the masters of the Stream of Time, he's still able to do things like temporarily speed up, slow down, or stop time. He can also leap forward and back in any given timeline, but he's not allowed to do that here. He also isn't allowed to just indefinitely pause time to decimate his opponent while they're frozen. Soul sight and hearing means that, if his opponent has a soul, Ber knows exactly where they are at any given time. He can also manipulate souls like his dad can, but...again...that's not allowed here either. No murder, baby Ber. That's bad.

#[Let's get it started -memes & games-] #(Ber-- much like his father Lerato-- is an absolute MONSTER in a real fight #because either he blasts the shit out of you with his magic and wins #or you manage to break his shield and accidentally kill him because he's kinda squishy once he's actually hit with an attack #and then he regenerates to perfect health #pissed as hell #and uses his time manipulation to just wreck your absolute shit #or if he feels especially sadistic #just rip your soul right out of your body and crushes it #to be fair though Zahine is also absolutely terrifying in a fight #he has that vibe in a fight where like... #you know that trope where the character is like...the really deeply unnerving type of cool calm and collected in a fight? #and then they're close to being beaten or someone they love is in trouble #a switch flips #and they pull that uno reverse card like 'haha I was just kidding the real fight starts NOW' #only to do something in an absolutely terrifying display of power and ability? #that. that's Zai. #tired and kind of eccentric doctor by day #ex(?) psychopath by...whenever he feels like it)

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

Something about a housewife who secretly harbors violent tenancies just slaps idk what to tell you

#random thoughts #not in a like 'i wanna murder my husband' way but that is also very sexy #i mean in like a 'nice suburban lady takes her grudge against the neighbor's wife WAY too far' way #'kills everyone who flirts with her husband' way #just the idea of this very mild mannered man and his absolutely fucked up wife #i like happy sadistic characters idk what to tell you #their kids are absolute monsters until they go through and finish puberty

[lillybean730]

im always saying this

#not the man-eating plants part tho #but it hurts to see people who think that just because something isn't a mammal that means you can treat it horribly #like how it's so common to boil crustaceans alive when it's so much more humane to kill it quickly right before cooking it #if someone boiled a cow alive they would be labeled as a sadistic monster #but since it's harder to empathize with (or maybe anthropomorphize) a crab no one cares #on the flip-side you can't treat a wild mammal like it's safer than a wild non-mammal #people will try to pet a wild fox and then be terrified of a non-venomous snake just existing nearby #same level of danger #actually the fox might be carrying any number of transmissible diseases so it could be more dangerous #anyways rant over

[luvsavos]

you see i would love to engage with other saints row people but i fear being Cringe

#mar.txt #saints row #why am i main tagging? good question #you know what for good measure #monster hunter #<- tagging that too since my sr oc is a crossover oc #a versa pietru who's a rouge angel of truth that just. fucked off from his own world #was under the domain of one of my other ocs，one of the creator gods #currently in the process of becoming a fallen angel #pietru works nicely for this concept since it has two versions，versa (the 'light' version) and makili (the 'dark' version) #his name is uriel and he's a bitchy cat that is sadistic power hungry and tends to view mortals as disposable and existing solely for the #amusement of the divines such as himself #he views them as fundamentally lesser than dragons and even more lesser than divine beings #that SAID. joining with the saints led him to end up learning to value SOME human life as he begrudgingly ended up becoming fond of some of #them. cough cough johnny (bossgat brainrot :girlhelp:....). he's very very protective of them but still incredibly dismissive of other #mortal life #he gets to have the freedom to do what he wants (see: murder and violence and etc etc) in this world where he couldn't in his own so he #relishes in it and is quite loyal to the saints #by the events of 4 he ends up being fairly protective of everyone that's left，even if he IS still the equivalent of a grumbly surly cat to #everyone except johnny.... he shows his fondness in his Own Ways™️ #good fucking gods i sound so cringy what the fuck im going to explode into a million pieces of viscera why am i maintagging both fandoms #head in hands head in hands head in hands h #oc tag: uriel