#amazonian slowness

[luqalbuq]

Pôster do próximo episódio de Lentidões Amazônicas.

Poster from the next episode of Amazonian Slowness.

#arte digital #digital art #poster #pôster #amazonian slowness #lentidões amazônicas

[pupcuck]

RIGOR MORTIS !

ft. og4 leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. las plagas!reader, he kills you, technically snuff ig but wasn’t intended oops, gore, canon-typical violence, reader is infected and out of it so she can’t really consent, dub-con, non-con, p in v, choking/asphyxiation, strangulation

note. god im plagued by writers block and it’s killing me it’s like walking on shattered glass rn. umm please ignore any mistakes, not very fond on this but haven’t posted in a bit :3 um it’s quite short. rbs are always appreciated :3 instead of asking for a part 2 please just tell me something nice.. feedback is really appreciated <3 comms are open! info in my pinned :3

Leon seeks refuge in what looks to have once been a humble abode. Now only a shack wearing a shroud of all things dead and rotten remains. Foetid water has soaked him to the bone, it seeps into the thick leather of his combat boots, leaves his socks soggy. He really hates that. Leon can handle cerebrospinal fluid leaving a sticky film on the toe of his boots, the blood caked beneath his fingernails is something he considers normal, but wet socks are a total inconvenience, it’s a shortcut to trench foot.

The hollow skulls of small critters occupy the corners, the cobwebs have cobwebs, the air is stagnant and stinking. Not of rot, but of sickness. A gaping wound crawling with infection, bacteria settling in the crevices of his mind, squirming like fat, juicy maggots—

Crack!

It’s a man, he was a man, now he’s a boneless lump of flesh, his spinal cord snapped under the weight of Leon’s boot. His yellowed teeth glisten under the golden warmth of a single lantern. Leon’s defence is choreographed at this point, a swift kick to intercept an impending strike, then his boot makes mincemeat of their brains.

When he takes a step back to review his current affair, it’s not so bad, certainly not Raccoon City. Leon would take a million murderous Spanish grandparents over a single zombie. Zombies are plain nasty, not a single limb intact, oozing pustules that peel back to reveal purpling flesh infested by larvae. They’re fuckin’ ugly. Slow and bloated and ugly. A sight no human being should see.

On the wall, there’s a shattered, grimy mirror. Leon sees the ghost of a boy staring back at him. Unwashed hair hanging limp, cheekbones carved out, his skin alabaster like the blocky lettering stitched into his uniform. R.P.D. it reads, muddied by blood and guts and chunks of vomit. All the good shit. He hasn’t grown into his body yet, the steel of his gun is cool on his temple and he’s young and these are all important things to know. In his arms is something small and lightweight, a bloodied little girl, leading him to a pyrrhic victory.

The floorboards groan under the weight of a pair of feet that don’t belong to him, the threat isn’t imminent. You don’t charge at him, no, it’s shambling he can only describe as zombie-like, dragging your bare feet like it hurts to lift them off the ground. Like you’re waterlogged and ready to pop.

You were pretty, he’s sure, a real looker. You’re pretty now, just not in your entirety. Strings of reddish muscle keep the fatty flesh of your right tit hanging on for dear life. Like an Amazonian woman. There’s no rot, no sign of decay, simply an act of self-mutilation.

Now, some might call him a pervert, but Leon’s a self-proclaimed iconoclast. And you, swaying from side to side in your torn linen nightdress, the skeletal pendant of Los Iluminados around your neck like a disfigured cross, draped in a veil of white that’s close enough to holy - it’s worth ruining. Santa Maria di Plagas or whatever.

He realises a few shattered bones have you walking funny, circles you easily and heads into the room you exited. The bed sheets are rumpled in unrest, he sits, there’s a hairline fracture between the two of you. The lantern light bares all, the white of your dress becomes gossamer-thin, he makes out your shape beneath the blood-soaked cloth that moulds to the shape of your torso, the smooth dip of your waist, a soft sinkage where the fabric clings to your belly button.

Leon has seen far worse. Can you blame a guy for getting hard at the sight of a real girl? In his line of work, he’s neck deep in pounds of flesh that spew pus and gore from each virus-clogged abscess. The layer of dirt on your skin does not deter him, that tit hanging by a tissuey thread, swinging back and forth like your necklace is child’s play to him. ‘Cause Leon’s a real man. The princely type.

(He’s anything but. One girl’s knight in shining armour is a monster under the bed for another. It’s not like you can complain, you’re quite the monster yourself.)

Hang in there Ashley. He’ll be there soon, but he’s got to do this. This is completely and utterly necessary. Hunnigan doesn’t need to know why he’ll be unreachable for a good thirty minutes or so. Less probably. ‘Cause your body is hot, clammy with fever, and that means your pussy is even hotter.

Something… Something… Plagas… Something… Lord Saddler…

Your mumbling is constant. Leon will have to do something about that. You gnash your teeth at him when you approach, held back only by the sluggishness that comes with, like, brainwashing cultish parasites.

“Sorry, sweetheart, no entiendo.” Leon loops a worn piece of rope around your neck. Ain’t that handy? Found it hung on your assumed-to-be father’s tool belt. Used for leading curly little lambs to the sacrificial altar. He strokes the underside of your chin, and you bare your teeth like a wild dog, albeit slowly. A late reaction. No fair, it’s like someone’s knocked you around already, who got here before him?

Getting his dick out at a time like this in a place like this, it’s not smart. Sneaky bugs could use his urethra as a water slide. A menacing minibeast might latch onto his balls pincher-first. However, needs are needs, and nothing gets in the way of Leon’s dick, not even a kidnapped First Daughter could stop the force of nature that is his boner.

With ease, he pushes you onto the ground. Not the bed. If you behave like an animal then he’ll have to fuck you like one. Plus, Leon’s not quite sure he trusts those sheets, at least the rusty nails on the floorboards are visible to the naked eye. Tetanus won’t be a nasty surprise, just a momentary lapse in judgement.

Your body contorts when he pulls the rope, back taking on a feline shape, spine bending inwards and your hips up. Puppetry is easier than it looks. The hem of your dress lifts to reveal your leaking chasm of a pussy. Better than nothing. Not like he’s eating it either way.

One hand on the rope, the other on his belt buckle, he lowers his jeans enough to pop his dick out. “Stay still, honey.” He instructs, but it’s like talking to a brick wall, or to a person who doesn’t understand a lick of English.

Leon chokes you with the rope. “I’ll only be a minute, sweetheart,” he coos, a tender kiss that he regrets merely seconds later placed on your shoulder.

He grips the base of his cock, the fat tip is red and leaky, precum bubbling like your foaming mouth. Leon’s too hard. His dick is totally upright, the soft curve pointing towards the ceiling, a thumb comes to press down on the tip, using it to guide himself into your pussy.

“Oh, there you go, honey, yeah, there you go.” His hold on the rope loosens, still firm enough to keep you in place, but now at least there’s oxygen flowing to your parasite-addled brain. “You feel that?”

Leon’s dick stretches you to the point of no return. He’s broken you in. Better off him than any of those grotesque old men. You’re a virgin surely, so it’s very considerate of him to fuck you before you die. No one should die a virgin, that’s cruel, it’s inhumane.

You thrash wildly, grunting each time his hips smack into the fat of your ass, he can’t tell if you’re enjoying it— You better be fuckin’ enjoying it. Know how risky this shit is? Fuck, what if you had a mutated cunt or something. Jagged teeth waiting to clamp down on a big fat dick and tear it straight off. He really needs to start thinking with his brain and not his cock. The thing just doesn’t shut up.

When he cums, the rope is tight around the column of your neck— It would be your hair, but he fears it might fall straight from your scalp in nasty, matted clamps. Your body rears like a wild Mustang, he gathers the rope and it wraps around his fingers until your back is flush to his chest and you grasp for something, anything— Eyes rolled so far back he can see the milky whites, and then he gives one last tug to make sure you’re stuck in that state. Mid-orgasm. Eyes in the back of your skull, back arched, pussy dripping with his load. Cute. He wishes rigor mortis set in right now so that you don’t fall slack into a heap of red and white when he lets go.

Leon leaves by barrelling out of a window like a true gentleman, the microscopic shards splinter your skin. He takes that pendant with him, tucks it in his back pocket, could be useful at some point in time.

It’s only when the blood in his veins runs black and viscous does Leon notice something is severely wrong. His blood flow slows to a halt, clots forming in every important artery. Mucousy black sludge leaks from his nose. An intense pain cuts through his senses with deadly precision, a surge of discomfort that has him kneeling over, hands on his knees in a clumsy attempt to steady himself.

His hands clasp around Ada’s neck— The rope. He pulls it tighter and tighter to get closer and closer. Her voice is distorted by the fog that clouds his brain, it creates a hazy barrier, mutes the world around him. A knife lodges in the meaty flesh of his thigh, he topples backwards when her knee makes contact with his groin.

“That bitch gave me crabs.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” He brushes her off. “I said, uh, Lord Saddler almighty.” Leon’s heard that enough times to repeat it back to her rather fluently. Nice save.

“Right,” Ada says, unconvinced.

#leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic

[anemonelovesfiction]

Kinktober 28- Praise/Degradation

Tonowari x Fem Human Reader x Ronal

Warnings ⚠️: Fingering! P in V, Masturbation, Praise AND Degradation

I knew I wanted to write this as a poly fic between sweet cinnamon roll Tonowari and hot amazonian warrior Ronal and I hope you guys enjoy it!

As always English words will be stricken through

Translation Station

Yawntu: loved one

Tsahìk: matriarch, high priestess, interpreter

Tìyawn: love

Tewng: Loincloth

Paskalin: Honey

Tawtute: Sky Person (human)

Word Count: 1.7K (I’m not proud of this either 😔)

“Look at how well she takes my fingers, Ronal.” Tonowari speaks over toward his wife with a wide smile, puffing his chest out proudly. It took a lot of fingering from Ronal to even get used to a singular one of Tonowari’s digits, countless orgasms used to spread me perfectly for them, but it was worth every tear.

Ronal had been very busy throughout the day with her duties and it’s left me unable to have had time to speak with her. Her face was emotionless, as usual, but I could tell how pleased she had been to have walked in this situation. With a shift of Tonowari’s fingers I moan and attempt to get him to repeat the action.

“Such a good girl you are.” He praises with the gentle rumble of his voice snapping me back to him, but I couldn’t help myself toward finding Ronal’s eyes again.

“All it takes is a couple fingers to get you this worked up? Pathetic, yawntu.” The teal woman scoffs and I feel myself clenching around her husbands fingers, a whine falling from my lips.

“Yes~” Was the only word I could barely say while being placed in this situation. And even with how breathless I sounded it came out as a whisper, I bit my lip to focus on something- anything- else but found myself looking back up at the Tsahìk with pleading eyes.

“I have trained you better.” She stated with a hint of disapproval as she sets whatever thing that had been in her hands down on the floor.

“Let her feel pleasure tonight, tìyawn, she deserves it for having done well today.” He rebuts against her statement, we’d had a hefty make out session and he kissed all over my body before finally taking my tewng off and allowing his fingers to enter, he’s pumped a handful of times -each thrust as slow and powerful as the last- before Ronal had stepped in.

I knew my appearance wasn’t the best at the moment. My lips were probably swollen from attempting to keep up with Tonowari’s, my hair was unkempt as I’d thrown my head back and thrashed it about several times, my legs were already spread wide as he thrusts in again, making my back arch slightly. I whine again and my lip falls from between my teeth with a choked moan following behind as he grazes his thick fingers on my spongey spot. A hot breath leaves my lips while my hands itched to touch something, leaping off the marui floor to grasp onto his arm pleadingly.

A light smack to my thigh caused my hands to retract from his arm, an involuntary jerk of my hips making his finger rub against that same spot inside, another moan following right after, muttering a whiny apology toward the teal woman who’d knelt down on my side.

“Must I tell you to keep your hands to yourself, you can’t even follow the simplest of instructions, can’t you?” She wasn’t looking for an answer and I found myself shaking my head either way, feeling the fingers in my cunt slide out before being slammed in again.

“You look beautiful taking my fingers paskalin.” He comments, the delicate thrusts of his fingers were always welcomed, his fluid movements never failed to bring me close to the edge and I felt myself throw my head back at his compliments, just ready to tip over.

“Do not come.” I could feel a shiver rip me from my concentration, the need to come stopping at that moment as I attempted to focus on something other than the speed of his fingers caressing my walls deliciously.

“Please!” I whine pathetically, had it just been myself and Tonowari, he would have let me come. He was always too good to me, allowing me to have whatever I wanted, going out of his way to always assure I was comfortable. But Ronal was the opposite, she always purposely brought me close to the edge just to watch me suffer, sweet words didn’t exist in her vocabulary, and she was very dominant. She’d even made me watch her husband fuck her as she ate me out, but told me I wasn’t allowed to come, all because she’d caught me fingering myself when I was told not to.

“Slip out, it’s my turn.” The warm and comforting thick fingers that once inhabited my pussy had been removed, the cool night air making me whine, missing the feeling of having been stuffed full of his fingers and feeling her’s being shoved in roughly.

“N-no-“ I gasp as I feel her thrust in and slide against the same spot her husband had hit, electricity quite literally surging through my body, back arching off the marui, hips slightly pushing against her fingers.

“Is this all it takes for you to need to come, yawntu, a makeout session and a hint of getting fingered and you’re already so dreadfully close?” She asks as her other hand cradles my neck, effectively lifting my head up close to hers, my eyes pleading at Tonowari before feeling her fingers push at my neck, eyes meeting hers again.

“He won’t be able to help you and you know that.” She hisses playfully, the hand currently stuffed in my pussy being thrust back in, my eyes immediately rolling in the back of my head, my legs spreading more to allow her easier access.

A small laugh registers in my head, knowing it was hers as she watched me, wriggling her fingers inside. I suck in a breath as I attempt to open my eyes, never knowing the pleasure she’d been giving me would make them feel too heavy to open, half lidded eyes meeting the most beautiful sea-foam green staring back at me.

“Please mistress, lemme come-“ I mutter in English, having forgotten everything I’d learned in her native tongue, seeing her disapproval flash through, her smile turning into a frown.

“I do not understand your stupid demon tongue.” She lies as her fingers come to a stop.

“N-no, please, I’m sorry-“ I mumble in Na’Vi as my eyes widened, she was known for having stopped our play time for mistakes like these, I’d been edged for the last three days and couldn’t handle another.

“That’s better.” Her fingers start thrusting in again and I instantly shut my eyes to take it all in, sighing contently as her other hand supports my neck, allowing my head to fall back.

“Rub faster, my love.” She speaks again, I lift my head up and notice Tonowari had taken his cock out and had been pleasuring his own shaft as his wife fingered my sopping pussy, a broken moan leaves my lips at the sight of his face twisting in concentration to not come on the spot.

“Do you think you could take his big throbbing cock, tawtute?” She’s quick to ask as she focuses on my cunt, deciding to finally rub her thumb across my hardened bud, a sharp cry coming from me and a moan from her husband.

“Y-yes mistress, I can.” I nod as I speak unsure of which language I had spoken in, seeing her smile once more, I’d probably spoken in theirs.

“Settle inside her, my love.” She speaks as her fingers slow on their thrusts, slipping out with an obscene squelching sound coming from it, the tightness in my abdomen disappearing along with her fingers.

Tonowari wastes no time in settling between my legs, cock head already pushing into my entrance, it had been a long time since I’d felt the stretch of him bully his way inside my cunt. But I had moaned at the sight of Ronal sniffing her fingers and licking my slick off of them, settling herself down, legs spread, and using that same hand to insert her fingers into her own cunt.

“Fuck!” I gasp just as the head of his cock ghosts over my cervix, looking down and seeing the bump of where his cock was, biting my lip and growing curious, placing my hand to trace the shape.

“Press down on it.” Ronal states and before I could register why she had asked me to do so, I find my hand pressing firmly on my lower belly, feeling pleasure shoot up my spine as I did, hearing the teal giant before me letting out a primal moan, fangs bared as he stares at my hand pushing down my stomach.

“I want to fill that pretty pussy with my seed, stuff you so full you come from the pressure alone, just so I can stare at your enraptured face knowing I’m the reason behind it.” Tonowari rumbles in my ear and I feel myself squeeze onto his cock, moaning at the sensation and hearing him growl.

“Such a selfish thing, being stuffed full of my husbands cock, ruined for anyone else who’d want to touch her, hmm?” Ronal’s voice cuts in and again I can feel myself squeezing onto Tonowari, wondering how much more of this any of us can take.

I turn to Ronal, having sworn she’d said something under her breath, facing her in time to see her biting her own lip as she speeds up her thrusts, her other hand coming over to rub furiously on her clit. Both of them concentrating so hard on the pleasure, my chest heaves at the pace Tonowari had been setting but I could feel the coil in my belly just about to snap, turning to look back down to where we were joined, my one hand still pushing against my lower belly and watching his cock pop back up.

“Is that what you want?” I’m sure I had the best fucked-out expression on my face as I look up to the man above me with a stupid smile spreading on my face, I don’t even know what he’d said before hand, he was speaking to me now and I couldn’t even comprehend it, Na’Vi sounding like a distinct memory of a language I used to speak.

“Come.” He commands in English, feeling my eyes finally shut tightly as he pumps me full of his hot sticky semen, ensuring to rub the head of his cock against my spongey spot and feeling my vision going white as I finally come all over him. Hearing the slightest whines coming from Ronal’s own mouth as she comes with us.

#avatar smut #avatar #avatar the way of water smut #afab reader #human reader #avatar the way of water #lunaskinktober2023 #tonowari x you #tonowari x reader #ronal x y/n #ronal x you #ronal smut #tonowari smut

[lorddimitrescu1]

She spoke slowly, relaxing herself back on a high tree branch. “So my body just stared growing again and now….”

You were entranced, you could barely hear a word the massive woman in front of you was saying for your sheer wonder at her divine form. She was amazonian, gigantic! Easily the biggest woman you’d ever seen. A towering 11 foot tall goddess with the sensual beauty and poise of a siren.

You looked her over from head to toe, hypnotized, hanging on every slight jiggle of her massive hips as she shifted her weight, every gently sway of her enormous breasts, every movement of her plump lips. She traced slow lines in the sand with her huge but almost delicate feet, gently uncrossing her long legs and spreading her thick, powerful thighs.

You’d never seen anything like her. You were overcome with the desire, no, the need. You needed to worship this Venus of a woman, and you needed it now.

“Soo what do you think?” The giantess asked staring down at you.

Despite you not hearing a word she said, you knew what she was asking as you nodded your head in a daze.

“Hehehe, wonderful.” She bit her lip, grinning hungrily as she lowered her immense body, spreading her legs once more as she beckoned you closer.

You strode toward her, intoxicated by her very being. You outstretched you hand and touched the soft skin of her inner thigh. She’d pulled her panties to the side as you tasted your goddess.

“Mmmhhh now that’s a good little worshiper.” She moaned as she began to swell larger. She knew you belonged to her now

#growth #expansion #giantess #growth caption #size kink #expansion caption #giantess growth #mini giantess #size difference

[darkskippychan]

Temp Work and the Dangers of GMO

By DarkSkippychan

Hello fans of my darkness.  I wrote this story for a fan of mine who decided to share herself with me when I was feeling down as a token of appreciation.  I hope you are able to afford to go back to university soon and things work out better for you.  This story contains Non Con, Sommnophilia/drugging, F/Monster, Tentacles, Forced Orgasms, and Impregnation.  Please do not read this story if any of these things may be triggering for you.  You have been warned.

Marin Biotech (the 3rd largest biotech firm in the world) had just opened its newest research campus two months ago in her local suburban town.  The new work campus provided the nearby community with an influx of much needed capital as well as fueling a new boom in housing, local shops, and (of course) jobs.  Their sprawling 43-acre campus was home to many lab facilities, greenhouses, and office buildings all catering to the global companies’ many research projects.

She had been lucky enough to land an afterhours temp job entering data from several of the many research groups and labs.  Her normal shift ran from 6pm to 2am, so she seldom saw other employees of the company. 

Some people would have found the work conditions lonely, but she actually enjoyed the solitude and freedom to work at her own pace.  Not to mention she got full access to the company’s well stocked employee lounge and was pretty much left alone to do her job with little to no supervision as long as she was completing her assigned tasks.

After parking her car in the near empty concrete employee parking garage, she hurried quickly to the main facilities building, her breath fogging out in front of her from the winter cold.  Fortunately, snow hadn’t started falling yet, but it always felt right around the corner.

The building was quiet, and she didn’t see another soul as she used her employee pass to enter the building.  She crossed the lobby and took the elevator down to basement floor 1 where the buildings main labs and her computer terminal awaited her.

Upon reaching her workstation, she quickly removed her coat, scarf, and gloves before the heat of the heavily climate-controlled basement overwhelmed her.  The company always kept it a bit warm down in the lab levels, and she wasn’t sure why.  She had learned to drink generous amounts of coffee to offset the urge to doze or sleep while she worked in the comfortable warmth.

The hard copy file ‘In box’ on her desk had several inch thick manila files of printed paper data for her to enter, but she noticed that her workload was about half of its usual size.  Thinking it over, she figured some of the researchers had decided to get a head start on the three-day weekend with Monday being a company holiday.

She settled down and woke her computer from sleep mode, as she fell into a rhythm and began to get down to work entering all the collected data.

Lab 3 (of 8) of Marin Biotech main research building was currently devoted to the development of new Genetically Modified Organisms (or GMO for short) mixing plant and animal DNA to create new fast growing and disease resistant strains of plants and animals.

The work was slow and tedious and led to hundreds if not thousands of non-viable products.  More recently work had begun to create mutations of promising strains by bombarding them with different forms of hard Alpha, Beta, and Gama radiation, hoping to create organisms with a more favorable outcome.

Among the newest batch in the lab was genetic specimen Beta-317.  The Beta series were all different Amazonian Jungle species (picked for their high growth rates and competitive nature) mixed with different ocean animals to try to cultivate their unique properties.  Beta-317 or B317 was specifically Cissus Amazonica also known as the Amazon Jungle Vine propagated and enhanced with spliced genes of the Enteroctopus dofleini or Giant Pacific Octopus for its RNA editing abilities and regeneration properties.

Work in Lab 3 had ended early in the day as the staff left early for their vaunted three-day weekend.  Multi spectrum bulbs illuminated the far quarter of the lab where the Beta specimens were constantly exposed to full spectrum light as to encourage their rapid growth.  Each GMO hybrid had also been placed in a nutrient rich water bath to provide each with the proper nutrients to sustain rapid growth.

Unseen by human eyes, experiment B317 quivered under the constant UV assault, before unfurling several of its thin appendages in its nutrient bath.  Roots quested out and dipped into its neighbors fluid baths, draining the fluids and growing in size and length from the additional nutrition. 

One appendage discovered the edge of the pool of light and B317 quivered as it began to pull itself out of the damaging brightness still growing from all the rich nutrients it had just absorbed from its neighbors.

A couple of hours had passed in the blink of an eye while she worked when she suddenly let out a big yawn.  Stretching, she decided it was time to take a break and get some coffee to help her finish her work shift.

The employee lounge was just down the hall from her workstation, the ecofriendly lights automatically turning on as she entered.  She picked up a cup and placed it in the coffee machine, then frowned as nothing happened after she hit the dispense button.  Looking at the illuminated control panel she saw the machine was displaying an error code.

She sighed loudly and instead selected some Lavender tea from the tea display beside the coffee machine.  A little hot water, milk, and honey later and her second drink of choice was ready.

As she headed back to her workstation, sipping her tea, she didn’t notice the quivering greenish form of B317 clinging to the ceiling down the hall behind her.

B317 had moved through the empty building hallways virtually silently despite its growing size, but not finding anything of interest until it had spotted the woman’s movement as she left the employee lounge.

Attracted to her heat and scent, it slowly began to follow her down the hall moving silently along the ceiling, vine-like tentacles spreading it’s weight evenly as it moved.

She sat down and began working again, taking a sip from her tea now and then.  After a while she suppressed another yawn just as she finished up her current folder.  She stretched again and leaned back in her chair deciding to close her eyes to rest for just a moment.  After all, she thought, her workload was light, and a little nap couldn’t hurt.

B317 found its prey not moving as it slipped past the door frame and into the room.  The only sound in the room was the gentle rhythmic breathing from the woman reclined in the chair, and the quiet hum of the lights and office equipment around the room.

Slowly it moved along the wall and down onto the office floor.  Moving carefully, it cautiously reached out several tentacle vines towards the sleeping woman.  Delicately they brushed across her warm skin, savoring the heat from her body, before stopping as she murmured in her sleep.  As she settled back down, they continued to move along her body exploring.

B317 was confused by the cooler non-living clothing around the body of the young woman, but it began to become more excited by the closeness of her warmth and scent.  More of its appendages began to move to the body of the woman, wrapping around her very gently as not to wake her.

As B317’s vine tentacles began to move up her body to explore the woman’s face she suddenly shifted and began to blink awake, unconsciously knowing something was wrong.

‘Whaaaa..’ she began, her brain still foggy and dazed from her short nap.

B317 struck out of instinct, jabbing a needle like barb into her neck and injecting her with a potent venom.  The woman cried out and her body tensed at the sudden prick of pain.  Her eyes shot open, then almost just as suddenly her eyes rolled back into her head, and her body went limp as the creature’s venom coursed through her system.

The newly born mutant vibrated in pleasure as its prey surrendered to its toxin.  Hungrily it began to tear through the young woman’s clothing, vine tentacles desperate to expose more of her soft warm flesh.

The woman moaned weakly as the mutant creature stripped her body roughly and she involuntarily shivered at her body’s sudden exposure.  Questing tentacles began to explore every inch of her body, causing her body to react of its own accord.

Her nipples began to harden as her body was roughly explored and goose flesh rose as it attempted to fend off the sudden change in temperature.  The creature lifted her whole body up off the chair, easily holding her weight aloft.  Her head fell back, causing her mouth to open, which B117 took as an invitation to explore.  One thick tentacle vine pushed into her mouth, and began to slide down her throat, enjoying her mouth’s warm wetness. 

Her heart began to beat faster, her body aware of the danger, even if she herself was not.  Warmth flowed over her as her body flushed and reacted to the creature’s touch.  Moistness gathered as her juices begain to drip from between her legs.

The creature’s body quivered, and a bulge began to form along its body before bursting forth into a new appendage from its central mass.  More of the mutant’s vine tentacles wrapped around the woman’s legs, spreading them wide while it held her in the air before it.

The new appendage moved towards her exposed womanhood drawn there by her musky scent and dripping juices.  It slowly began to rub along her slit, collecting her juices along its length and head before nuzzling against the opening of her sex.

A soft moan escaped her lips around the vine tentacle in her mouth that quickly grew to a cry as the creature suddenly forced itself inside her.  Her cries just as suddenly turning into soft whimpers as the large appendage slid deeper and deeper inside her, stopping only once reaching the opening to her womb.

Suddenly the creature began to roughly pound its length in and out of her, causing the woman to involuntarily orgasm after just a few thrust of its large phallus like vine tentacle. 

B117 greedily absorbed her juicy discharge and the rich nutrients it carried, not stopping for one moment to let the woman rest as it continued to forcefully fuck her.  The head of the appendage struck the entrance of her womb like an ancient battering ram trying to forcibly enter a besieged castle.

The woman’s whole-body shook, and her breast bounced with each hard thrust into her limp unresisting body.  Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her as the creature continued to have its way with her and absorb her rich juices.

Finally, after several minutes of attempting to force its way inside her, the creature was able to modify its breeding appendage.  The tip forming petals that it used to pry and force her cervix open, thus allowing its head to slip deep inside her womb and nestle inside her.

Her stomach began to bulge as it worked more and more of itself inside her, stretching her out birth canal out.  She moaned in unconscious protest as the mutant filled her body fuller and more completely than ever before.

B117 pulled the young woman close to it as it felt something deep inside itself grow, then detach, and begin to work itself along the length of its body and down into the appendage connecting them.

Slowly bit by bit, it contracted and moved the hard lump along its length.  Reaching the connection between them, the creature was stymied by the tightness of the woman’s body wrapped around its breeding tentacle vine.

Slowly it began to push, harder and harder, increasing the pressure until finally with a loud moan from the woman, her vaginal passage stretched out far enough to allow the hard mass to pass.  Using more and more pressure now, the creature continued to push the hard lump of its seed deep inside her.

Centimeter by centimeter the seed moved up her birth canal to be stopped once more as it reached the much smaller opening of her cervix.  Twisting and pushing, B117 thrashed the tip of its tentacle inside her womb, causing her to orgasm once more.   The sudden tensing and relaxing of her body with each pulse finally allowing the seed to continue millimeter by millimeter up inside her until finally it plopped into the warmth and wetness of her womb.

The woman’s whole body suddenly relaxed as the mutant finished implanting its seed inside her.  Sweat dripped from her limp body to be collected greedily by the vine tentacles enveloping her as they sucked at her skin.

Content for now, the creature labeled B117 began to move out of the room, holding its prize in a cocoon of vine tentacles above it.

The woman rose to conscious slowly, her mind still slow and foggy from the mutant venom the plant hybrid had injected her with.  Her whole body felt sore, and every muscle abused as if she had run several marathons or had climbed a couple of tall mountains.

She could feel the cool air of the room on her naked skin and her throat felt raw and dry.  Her eyes moved around the room, not recognizing where she was.

A very bright group of lights was over a table in one corner of the room.  All around her was a green vine type plant mass, covering what she could only assume were tables, chairs, and office equipment.  The plant covered the walls, and even parts of the ceiling, and seemed to pulse almost as if it were breathing.

As she looked around, a vine began to move towards her mouth.  She tried to turn her head, or to pull back, but she found she didn’t have the strength to even do that much.

As the tip of the vine tentacle opened her mouth and slid inside, it suddenly pulsed and began to disgorge a warm, thick, starchy tasting liquid into her mouth.  Disgusted the woman had no choice but to swallow the liquid or risk drowning in it.  After a minute or so the vine tentacle stopped and slid back and out of her mouth.

Even as she was disgusted by what had just happened, the woman was surprised to find that she felt better and a little stronger.  But before she could even begin to adapt to her situation, she felt something twitch inside her lower belly.

She looked down and her eyes went wide as she saw that her belly had grown and was now stretched out as if she were six months pregnant.  Her eyes darted around wildly, looking for something to help steady her mind with.

She saw a clock on the wall displaying the time and date.  Only a few hours had passed since she went to the lounge for her tea.  It seemed incomprehensible to her.

How could all this have happened in only a couple of hours?

Suddenly she felt a large movement inside her growing belly.  She managed to flop from her side onto her back as the first contraction hit her.  She cried out loudly and moaned as she felt something moving, fighting its way out of her.

‘Oh god… noOOOOOOOO!’ her hands each wrapping around a vine and squeezing hard as her legs spasmed.  The vines felt almost like a kind hard rubber with very little give in them as she panted and struggled with the new life growing inside her trying to be born.

Sweat covered her entire body as she panted and felt the organism inside her moving towards its birth and freedom.  She cried out again as another contraction helped to move it along.  Two small vine tentacles burst from the slit of her red swollen sex and began to wrap themselves around her thighs, giving the creature additional purchase to pull itself out of its mother.

She came then, hard and long despite everything, the pain and pleasure signals mixed up and scrambled in her brain.  The hard rubbery body of the birthing creature pushing hard against her G spot as it pulled itself out of her, raping her from the inside out.

With a final push she collapsed back against the labs floor, totally spent.  Her eyes fluttered as she fought to stay conscious despite the struggle of birthing the creature and her ordeal. 

The newborn creature began to slide up its mother’s body, two vine tentacles questing for the milk already dripping from her nipples.  Attaching themselves to her hard nipples, they began to suck greedily on their mother’s breasts, nourishing itself on her milk and already beginning to grow.

B117 began to stir once more.  Vine tentacles quested out for the young woman’s warm sweat covered body once again.  After all, her womb was now empty and available, and it had a full three-day weekend to procreate and progenerate…

As the young woman began to slip back into unconsciousness, she felt the touch of B117 along her body once more and wondered if taking the temp job had actually been such a good idea….

I hope you enjoyed my little dark story.  Thanks for reading and congratulations for making it this far.  If you did in fact enjoy the story, please feel free to buy me a coffee or send me a nude or two.  Nudes nourish my soul and fuel my imagination.  Till next time friends, stay dark and weird.  DarkSkippychan Feb/2024

#cnc somno #breeding toy #somnophilia #monster kink #tentacles #monster fucker #monster fucking #cnc dark #kidnap fantasy

[smartycvnt]

Into the Fray

Title: Into the Fire Pairing: Wonder Woman x Reader Summary: Y/n gets captured while she's helping rescue people during an attack on New York City, and Wonder Woman rescues her. R WC: 533

The problem with organized intergalatic attacks on Earth were that nobody could be everywhere. The Justice League pulled people from every corner of the galaxy that they could to help out, but it seemingly wasn't enough. Diana specifically found herself protecting Europe with some help, despite the fact that her mind was in New York. Y/n was a firefighter and a part of a task force that helped get people out of danger zones. It was new, something that hadn't really been used before on a citywide level until this attack. Diana believed in Y/n to keep herself safe, but she wasn't sure how much she trusted everybody else around Y/n. This attack was well coordinated and something that had obviously been planned for years and years in advance. Whoever was in charge wanted everybody to remember them for years, whether they won or lost.

New York City was close to Gotham, so they had sent Batman over there for help. Gotham itself wasn't under attack, but it was close enough to New York that Batman could have run back if needed. Diana didn't know what to expect whenever she got a call from Bruce on her phone as the attack waves started to slow. There was sure to be a casualty and missing persons report, but Y/n's name being among those unaccounted for wasn't something Diana was remotely prepared for. She wanted to go into a rage, but knew that wouldn't help anybody. She knew exactly what she needed to do.

Diana had rushed over to New York City as soon as she could. She found herself surprised to see so many people looking for Y/n. It warmed Diana's heart to know that there were so many people who cared about Y/n out there other than her. Even if Diana couldn't be there for Y/n, there were a hundred or so people in the world who had her back. Diana would have ripped through the city trying to find you, but luckily someone figured out where all of the aliens had taken their prisoners.

"Please," Diana pleaded with the universe as she saw the masses of bodies piled up inside of an abandoned building. Most of them were dead, with just a few barely clinging to life. Diana found the sight absolutely sickening, just like her guilt at the relief of seeing Y/n alive. Diana rushed over there and ripped Y/n away from the machine that she was hooked up to. Y/n curled into Diana's arms as the Amazonian carried her out of the building.

"Help them," Y/n croaked out weakly. Diana set Y/n down with some paramedics and went in to fulfill Y/n's wishes. Diana wasn't sure how many people she helped to rescue, but Y/n had been transported to the hospital in that time. The number of causalities was rising as the night went on, but luckily, Y/n wasn't among them. Diana didn't think that she had ever cried so hard in her entire life as she spent the night holding Y/n in her arms just to make sure that she was really there.

#my writing #dc x reader #dc #wonder woman x reader #wonder woman #diana prince x reader #diana prince

[dinogoofymutated]

So I'm warming up to the idea of Cable now with this new animation style. And now I can't help but imagine a mutant reader seeing him shirtless for the first time 👉🏽👈🏽. Maybe she's helping him treat a wound he cant reach on his back and he's too worn out to rely on his telekinesis for it. Sure she knows that he has a metal arm. Techno-organic viruses were nasty business. But she never imagined she'd get to see the stark contrast of metal and flesh up close. Just a tender moment where she gets to see him at his most vulnerable. Preferably sfw. Sorry if this is too long winded or specific. Really love your writing and enjoy what you share with us regardless if u choose this one or not 🫶🏽

SFW!Cable/GN!Reader OOOOGHHHH when I tell you I have been thinking about this since you sent me the ask!! I've been dying to write this but forced myself to follow a schedule :( I've never really been a Cable girly but this scenario has been in my head non-stop! I just hope this fic does the same to others!!! Speaking of which, I hope this isn't too OOC for him! This also might get a pt 2 with some smooching 😘

Read pt. 2 Here :)

-Ps- Heads up, finals week is coming up for me and I have a lot of essays and work to do. my writing is sadly going to slow down a bit. I don't think I'm going to close requests for now but it's not out of the realm of possibility! TWs: Can't really think of any. Gross depictions of techno-organic shit. As always, Reader written while picturing fem! but no pronouns mentioned. The reader is short in this one, sorry to all my Amazonian friends.

    Prime sentinels were like wasps. Squashing one could be relatively easy with the right tools, but it was difficult to handle multiples at once. It had been a rough day, and your ears were still ringing from the sounds of blaster fire when you got to the safe house. Your hands are shaking from the adrenaline, body exhausted from overusing your mutant powers. Bruises are forming all over you, and despite the pain and soreness, you know you got off easy compared to Cable. 

    He’s got an arm slung around your shoulder, using you as a crutch as you help him limp over to the table- although you’re sure you’re not a very good one, too short for him to properly lean on. His gun clanks on the floor as he sits, grunting as the movement sends shooting pains through his body. You can tell his left arm is aching, the techno-organic virus fighting to beat the telekinetic powers keeping them still. You weren’t the only one who overdid it today, but you also weren’t the one who had to keep a virus from eating you alive.

    Once Cable is settled, the routine starts. You cautiously make a round through the safe house, making sure blinds are drawn and entryways secured. Usually, the task was split between the two of you, being faster and safer than it would be alone- but he would take it over when you were badly hurt. It was only natural that you would do the same. You feel the sting of anxiety and worry in your heart. Cable had saved your ass today. He had done so many times, but normally the fighting wasn’t this extreme. You had been stupid, and he was suffering the consequences. 

    A series of pained grunts lead you back into the kitchen once you’ve finished, and you can tell Cable is pissed just by the tone of them. You’re facing his back when you walk in, noticing the large red stain that spans across the width of his shoulders. You try to hide the worry on your face as you approach him. He has the medkit sprawled out on the counter, sorting through the various items in it.

    “Can’t believe this thing doesn’t have a damn mirror.” He grunts. You hum in response, looking him over before examining the items on the table.

    “What do you need a mirror for?” You ask, voice coming out a little hoarse. You clear your throat, must be from the smoke earlier. Cable sends you a look, tossing his head towards his back. You mouth an “oh” before looking at him, unable to hide your worried expression. You’d seen him stitch his wounds up with his telekinesis before, when the fight was all guns and no powers. An action like that was child’s play for someone of his capabilities. For him to actively avoid it, and the way his arm seemed to be bothering him more than normal… It made you worried. It made you feel guilty. 

    You look down at the suture kit, open on the table from where Cable had unzipped it, and then look back at him, wordlessly asking. He gives you a cautious look for a moment, before it shifts into something much softer. He doesn’t bother nodding, choosing to simply take his shirt off instead.

    You blush a little but quickly get to work, grabbing a pair of gloves and pulling them on. They’re too big for you, meant to fit Cable’s sturdy hands instead of your own smaller ones. You try not to get distracted by the sight of him shirtless as you pick up what you need and get behind him. The air has shifted between the two of you, forming into something a little more intimate. Something that builds itself on words unspoken, truths that neither of you is quite ready to communicate yet.

    His back is broad and beautiful, dotted with scars and bruises. The gash on his shoulders is from a stray blast, starting at the top of his left shoulder and ending at the lower shoulder blade of his right. 

    You’re not sure if you had been ready to see the cut-off between flesh and metal.

    The cords of metal attach to the skin of his shoulder in a way that makes your skin crawl. They sprout from underneath the skin, winding against each other in a way that makes no clear sense to you. The top layers of skin are rough, keloid scarring having formed at the impasse of skin and metal. It's horrific, the way the virus has both eaten and forced its way under the skin. The top of the gash is somewhat deep, the deep inner cording revealed by the wound cutting through the top of his skin has you unable to look away despite the horror that has taken you.

   “I can feel you staring, you know.” Cable’s rumbling voice causes you to snap back to reality.

    “Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” You trail off, not fully able to place the words. He sighs, and you mistake it for annoyance. You quickly get back on track and begin to disinfect the wound. Cable hardly flinches as you do so. You’re overly cautious as you stitch him up, focusing on each stitch being perfectly placed. You know they wouldn’t stay for long. Cable had a habit of tearing his stitches. You hope that maybe you’d be able to keep that from happening this time.

   You place both hands on his shoulder blades when you are done. The nerves have worn off as the pseudo-doctor in you took over. You’re trying to examine the stitches, but find that your attention keeps being drawn back to that stark contrast of his shoulder. If Cable notices, he doesn’t say anything. You glance at the back of his head, trying to gauge what he’s feeling. 

    Your left hand drifts a little. Cable shudders as your thumb gently traces that line of scarring, the metal of his arm feeling extra cold compared to the heat of his skin. You’re waiting for him to say something. To tell you to back off. To grumble and shake you off and avoid speaking to you like he used to when you first started to work together- when he was so determined not to get attached. 

   But he doesn’t say anything. Not at first, anyway. The tenseness of his shoulders slowly gives as the gently touching morphed into more purposeful touches, working the stiff muscles- what was left of the organic ones, anyway. 

    It’s intimate. It’s quiet. It’s… nice. Part of you wishes it would last a little longer. Part of you wishes he would let you touch him like this more often. 

    Cable stiffens again as the thought crosses your mind, recoiling away from you. He stands suddenly, turning around to face you. His towering stature used to make you nervous out of fear. Now you’re nervous for a completely different reason. Part of you had forgotten about the glimpses he takes into your mind. A flicker of anxiety ignites when you realize how much he might have seen. The two of you just look at each other for a moment, his brown eyes hard compared to the softness from earlier. You hadn’t meant to think so much. You didn’t think he was horrific. It was the virus. What it was doing to him. The energy and effort it takes out of him. That was what scared you.

    Cable was used to the stares. The horror. Most recoiled at the sight of his flesh. It only made sense to him when you did too.

    But Nathan… Nathan wasn’t ready for the depth of your thoughts. The care in your eyes. He wasn’t ready for the depth of his own feelings. The ones that cause such a storm within him. The ones that cause him to be stupid. The ones that make him focus more on saving you than the goal of every mission.

    “Is this… Are we okay?” You ask. He didn’t need to be a telepath to sense the fear that has swelled within you. Most of your emotions were always written on your face. It made things easier for him when he didn’t have to search for your thoughts. That hardness in his eyes softens yet again, and he glances away for a moment. 

    “... Yeah.” Is all he says. His heart feels light when you finally smile at him, even though an underlying nervousness still resides behind that smile. You let out a relieved sigh, and he can’t bear to look at you any longer. Instead, he sits back down. He faces away from you, giving you the space to finish taking care of the wound on his back. 

    You don’t realize how late it is until you’re finished, and the mess on the counter has been cleaned and contained back in the medkit. The two of you sit together as you eat. The food isn’t great- consisting of an MRE that’s not exactly as advanced as the futuristic weapons and technology would lead you to believe. He doesn’t say anything when you lean on his shoulder, or when your breathing evens out, having fallen asleep on his side.

  The aches and pains don’t really bother Nathan as he carries you to bed, but the thoughts of you, your feelings, your thoughts… Those keep him awake longer than any wound would.

#x men 97 #x men #x men comics #x men 97 x reader #x men headcannons #cable headcannons #cable x reader #cable xmen #nathan summers x reader #nathan summers #nathan summers headcannons #Cable imagines

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: Amazonian river dolphin

It's the last Wet Beast Wednesday of the year. I started doing this little project to help myself get used to Tumblr and encourage myself to use it more often. That absolutely worked and I'm going to keep going. For my first ever WBW post, I discussed an adorable cetacean, so I'm going to call back to that by discussing a less adorable cetacean. Meet the Amazonian river dolphin, also known as the boto, bufeo, and pink dolphin because, well look at it.

(image id: an Amazonian river dolphin peeking out of the water. It is a large dolphin with a long, thin snout, bulbous head, and small dorsal fin. Its entire body is bright pink. end id)

River dolphins are dolphins the exclusively inhabit freshwater. There are several species (from four to six depending on your source) that are not all closely related. Probably the most famous of these is the Amazonian river dolphin Inia geoffrensis. They live in the Amazon, Orinoco, and upper Maderia rivers of South America. There are three subspecies: I. g. geoffrensis (the Amazon river dolphin), I. g. humboldtiana (the Orinoco river dolphin), and I. g. boliviensis (the Bolivian river dolphin, previously considered a separate species). There is also debate on whether the Araguaian river dolphin should be considered a subspecies of Amazonian river dolphin or a separate species. A common name for the dolphins found throughout Brazil is boto, though this is also used to refer to another river dolphin species, the tucuxi, as well as marine dolphins that occasionally enter fresh or brackish water. The amazonian river dolphins is the largest river dolphin, with males reaching 2.5 meters (8.2 ft) and 185 kg (408 lbs). Males are larger than females, averaging 16% longer and 55% heavier. The most famous feature of these dolphins are their color. while they are born grey, they lighten up as they age, eventually becoming pink. The amount of pink varies between individuals, with some being grey with pick spots and others going full Barbie mode. It's not clear why they turn pink and why some are pinker than others. Possible explanations include the distribution of capillaries under the skin, consuming large amounts of pink pigment through their diet (the same thing that happens with flamingos), and exposure to sunlight. Males are generally pinker than females, which may be due to them accumulating larger amounts of pink scar tissue while fighting over females. The dolphins get noticeably pinker when they are excited, which may be similar to a human blushing.

(Image id: a dolphin holding its head out of the water, seen from the front. Its mouth is partly open, showing a single row of teeth within. It is pink. end id)

Amazonian river dolphins are not known for being the prettiest cetaceans. With long, skinny shouts, lumpy bodies, non-distinct dorsal fins, and scarred, rough skin, they won' be winning many beauty contests. Maybe its for the best that they don't have very good eyesight. When living in a place as murky as a major river, eyes often aren't that useful. They instead navigate almost exclusively through echolocation. While not as powerful as they eyes of oceanic dolphins, river dolphin eyes are adapted to take in any available light, letting them see better in low-light environments such as a murky river under a canopy of leaves. The bulbous head contains the melon, an organ found in cetaceans used for echolocation. The melon can change shape, which may help focus the echolocation for different purposes. Part of the lumpy profile of the boto likely comes from their lack of blubber. Living in a tropical river means that river dolphins don't lose nearly as much body heat and therefore don't need the thick layer of blubber that helps streamline oceanic dolphins. They also don't need to be as hydrodynamic as they are a lot slower than oceanic dolphins. While slow, river dolphins are maneuverable and can rotate their flippers to turn themselves around without having to swim in a circle. In addition, unlike oceanic dolphins, the boto's neck vertebrate are unfused, allowing them to turn their head side to side. All of this helps the dolphins navigate and search for food in crowded rivers and flooded sections of forest. Another unique feature is the presence of whiskers on their snouts and cheeks, which are believed to help find food when poking around in the mud and aquatic plants. Yet another unique feature is the fact that they are heterodonts. This means they have different types of teeth. In the front of the snouts are the sharp, conical teeth found in other dolphins, but the uniquely have molar-like teeth in the back. These are used to crush hard prey, such as shellfish and turtles.

(image: a dolphin partially breaching out of the water while upside-down. Its large fins are in the air and its head is turned soits chin is facing the camera. end id)

The diet of the Amazonian river dolphin is the most varied of any toothed cetacean. At least 53 species of fish are part of its diet, though it prefers croakers, chiclids, tetras, and piranhas. As mentioned above, its molar-like teeth also allow it to crush through hard-shelled animals including bivalves, crabs, and turtles. They have been known to cooperate with tucuxi dolphins and otters to hunt, with the different animal working together to drive fish out of hiding places. The dolphins practice seasonal migration to follow their prey. During the wet season, they travel into floodplains, lakes, flooded parts of forests, swamps, and other places that are inaccessible during the dry season. During the dry season, they travel back into the main river. Males return to the river sooner that females and calves. The dolphins are less social than other dolphins, usually traveling alone or in groups of 2-4 members, though larger groups do happen. They do communicate with each other using whistles. During mating season, which usually happens in late June or August, they will congregate in large numbers. Males attempt to court females by carrying objects in their mouths such as branches and leaves and by nipping at the female's fins. Males also become aggressive and will fight with other females and with females that refuse their advances. These fight often leave the males covered in scars and nicks that can be used by scientists to identify them. Males will attempt to mate with as many females as possible. Gestation takes just under a year and calves are born in May and June as the wet season is beginning. The calves will nurse for a year and stay with their mother for two to three years. Females will not mate until their current calf has left, giving a mating frequency for females of between 2 and 3 years. Males may attack calves to force the mother to mate again. The life expectancy of wild dolphins is unknown.

(image id: a dolphin holding a leaf in its mouth. This may be part of a courtship display or play behavior. end id)

Amazonian river dolphins are known to be curious, playful, and not fearful of unfamiliar objects. This may because adults have almost no natural predators. Jaguars, caimans, and anacondas will attack them, but prefer targeting calves over adults. They are known to play with sticks, plants, small animals, and other submerged objects. They are also reported to follow boats and rub up against them and grab oars with their mouths. This may be a combination of play behavior and following boats to catch fish they scare. River dolphins have also been reported to approach humans, usually children, and examine or play with them. Botos feature quite a bit in the mythology and folklore of the peoples of South America. A common myth states that the boto can come on shore at night and take the form of a human, a boto encatado. While appearing as beautiful people, they need to wear hats as their blowholes stay on their heads. Male encantados come to shore to party and seduce women, but must return to the river before the transformation wears off. Many illegitimate children are fathered when an encantado comes to town. Female encantados seduce and bewitch married men. She will visit him on the anniversary of their meeting for seven years. On the seventh year, she turns him into a baby and places him in his wife's womb. Some stories say that they come from an underwater paradise called Encante and visit humans to experience hardships and parties. It is said that people who travel the river at night, especially women and children, may be kidnapped by the dolphins and taken to Encante, from which they will never return. Other stories say that the dolphins can make beautiful music and control storms. Killing one brings bad luck, and eating one brings worse luck, while making eye contact curses you with nightmares. Their body parts had magic powers and were sometimes used as fetishes (not that kind) by shamans.

(image: a man with back to the camera hand-feeding a fish to a dolphin. end id)

Amazonian river dolphins are classified as endangered by the IUCN. Their largest threats come from humans. Overfishing leads to food loss and can lead to the dolphins becoming entangled in nets and drowning. Damming reduced their habitat and excess gold mining releases poisonous mercury into the water. Some are also killed to be used as bait. Fishermen have been known to kill dolphins who damage their equipment. Deforestation is also decreasing usable habitat. Amazonian river dolphins fare poorly in captivity and captive breeding is not considered a viable conservation method.

(image id: a dolphin calf being rescued by a conservationist. the person is holding it out of the water. The dolphin has the same body shape as an adult, but is grey instead of pink).

#wet beast wednesday #amazonian river dolphin #amazon river dolphin #river dolphin #pink dolphin #boto #dolphin #cetacean #freshwater biology #freshwater ecology #amazon river #biology #zoology #ecology #animal facts #cetaceans #boto encantado #encantado #image described #long post

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

Pegging headcanons for Raven, Harley Quinn and Wonder Woman, plz?

Going to assume you mean Raven from DC here given the other two ladies

Raven

Not sure how to feel about it, but she's not very natural when it comes to sexual or emotional stuff

She agrees to do it if she can do it from behind at her own pace and on her terms that if she gets uncomfortable they stop and that it

She does the pegging by using a strapon she makes from her own powers of darkness manipulation since it's most convenient and comfortable for her

Actually turns to like it herself when they seem to enjoy it and just keeps going slow, gently rubbing her hands on their back as she does before deciding to hug them to get closer to them

Harley Quinn

Super gung ho about giving it a go, ready to give it a go the next time they sleep together

Takes them while they're laying on their back and looking up at her and she holds onto their legs as she pegs them

Likes to playful tease them as she thrusts into them, seeing just how red she can make them turn. Usually she aims to make them so red that it hides the lipstick marks she leaves on their face from kissing them during the pegging

Wonder Woman

Comes to her very naturally with little surprise given her Amazonian heritage

Very caring when pegging her lover. Whispering in their ear compliments and sweet things as she slowly takes them from behind, building up to a steady pace

Usually also gives them a reach around handjob or fingering, adding even more to her power over them and makes it even more enjoyable

#marvel and dc #dc #raven #rachel roth #raven roth #dc raven #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #wonder woman #diana prince #headcanons #character headcanons #relationship headcanons #ask #non sfw #anonymous

[madman479r]

Diana meets Goku on Themyscira

Diana walked through the forest of Themyscira, heading towards the hot springs to clean herself and relax her aching muscles. The training the Amazons did was certainly taxing, but Diana, being the Princess of Themyscira, her training was practically ten times harder.

Diana let out a tired sigh and rolled her neck with closed eyes, hoping the warm waters would help sooth her sore body.

The amazonian opened her eyes only for them to grow extremely wide in shock as she saw something she never thought she'd see on Themyscira.

It was... a man! A man on Themyscira!

Diana slowed her approach and lowered her form. Stealth wasn't a popular approach for amazonians but Diana was also taught to watch and analyse potential threats.

The man wore a blue dogi with a white knot-style sash, pink wristbands, yellow baggy pants, and black shoes with white leg wraps. Diana also couldn't help but notice how muscular the man's arms and chest was, hidden under his toned skin, and she didn't know why her face grew warm at that. Perhaps it was still the heat from her training session.

He also had wild, spikey hair that jutted out in nearly every direction but his most noticeable feature was the long and brown fur covered tail he possessed.

Diana raised a brow at that particular feature. Though her knowledge on men was limited, she was sure they didn't have tails.

'Who is this man? How did he end up on Themyscira? Was it by accident? Or was it purposeful?' The Themysciran Princess' mind raced with questions.

'Should I alert my sisters, continue to watch him, or should I confront him?' Either option had a potentially bad side to it.

Should she leave to gather warriors, the stranger may disappear.

Should she continue to observe him, the stranger may do something terrible to the unprepared amazonians.

Should she confront him, the stranger may be more powerful than anticipated and best her.

But despite the possibilities, Diana was royalty to Themyscira and it was her duty to protect her sisters, so she needed to deal with this man before he became a threat, take him in for questioning.

Diana got up from her crouch and was about to approach the stranger until the man started to strip off his clothes, revealing more of his strong and rippled body.

Diana's face grew a bright red as her eyes drank in the rather appealing sight of the stranger dipping himself into the hot spring with a relaxed exhale.

'...Perhaps I was simply overreacting. He may have a good reason for being here. I should introduce myself, its only polite...' Diana decided, making no move, still hidden as she continued to watch the show. 'After he's done bathing of course, wouldn't want to cut this shor- STARTLE HIM! I wouldn't want to startle him while he's... nude.'

"Boy this is nice. I could stay here for hours." The man said to himself.

A notion Diana could agree with.

#goku x wonder woman #goku x diana #son goku x diana prince #son goku x wonder woman #son goku #diana prince #diana of themyscira #wonder woman #dragonball #dragon ball z #dragon ball gt #dc #dc comics #dc animated universe #crossover ship

[luqalbuq]

Pôster do próximo episódio de Lentidões Amazônicas, que sairá amanhã.

Poster of the next episode of Amazonian Slowness, that'll be released tomorrow.

#poster #pôster #digital art #arte digital #lentidões amazônicas #amazonian slowness

[puffymucher]

The Ex (Chapter 2)

aka where hazel and rosalina go to the meeting and actually see the ex 4.1k word count!! IM CRAZY

TW FOR VERY ABUSIVE EX BEHAVIORS IN THE FLASHBACK, INCLUDING PHYSICAL ABUSE, GASLIGHTING, VERBAL ABUSE, REALLY REALLY BAD EX BEHAVIORS- Hazel also lowkey starts the fight in the flashback- KINDA? AT LEAST THE PHYSICAL HALF- hazels also going to panic and start tugging at her fur to a point it rips out the tangles, so a tw for that too

The ride over to these meetings wasn't something Rosalina ever really talked about, and it wasn't like Hazel found anything interesting about it either. The Lust ring really didn't change much in the decade she'd been gone, and she swore she could recognize most of the clubs on the strip.... Though that probably wasn't the best thing. Other than that, the fact they were in a car and it was moving, was absolutely thrilling to Hazel. That the wind was passing through her fur with such a velocity that she had to squint just to focus on the road ahead. Her tongue dangled in the wind, and she could feel Rosalina's hand slip around to rest on her hip. She didn't know if it was just to touch or to keep her from falling out the window, which was definitely a possibility.

Luckily for Hazel, today wouldn't be one of those days, as eventually they reached their destination. It was a lot larger of a building than she'd originally thought, though it wasn't all that scary as it's décor came into view. It was actually a bit comforting, the swirling cloud designs and hearts making her recall that they were actually in Rosalina's territory full and proper now that they were in Lust. That much was clear- The straight amazonian build that Rosa had was rather similar to the sin here as well, Asmodeus, who's height put others to shame. Hazel didn't understand if it was something that the demons around here drank or what, but she didn't mind being shorter than Rosalina. Hell, it was even nice sometimes. On little expeditions like this, even if this was the first formal meeting she's ever really gone to, she never really had to 'protect' the literal dragon next to her. It was a bit of a refreshing feeling, though she felt a bit guilty whenever she thought about it too long.

Her attention was soon redirected to Rosalina once again, who gave the sweetest sounding laugh as they slowed to a stop, which had Hazel ducking her head back into the car, barely just catching Rosa's little comment about these damn meetings- She seemed to want to be anywhere else but here, and that much Hazel could clearly gather from the way the dragon's armed crossed in an almost protective sort of self hug. That made Hazel's brow quirk a bit, and she strode over to Rosa's side, gently bumping against her. Sure, she strained her neck a bit with how she had to look up to meet the succubus's eye. "C'mon, Rose, it's only a few hours at most, right? Y'told me yerself." It was a bit hard to read Rosa completely, the way her lips pursed and brow furrowed didn't really help that either, but soon she smiled, patting the hound on the head as they started to make their way to the entrance. "You always know what to say, hmm? Like a good dog," The smooth, near constant flirtatious tone Rosa had almost always had her a flustered mess, and this time it wasn't much different, Hazel's heart fluttering in her chest as they walked through the doors.

The building was stupidly large in size for a simple meeting, and the internal furniture was nothing simple to gawk at. It was all just as fancy as the myth Hazel was accompanying, and a part of her wondered.. Just how many couches did one need? Her odd question was strengthened as she watched a group of imps move more inside, and she could only give them a small salute before they'd reached the elevator. Each step closer to this meeting, she could sense Rosalina's growing worry and tension, and she felt for the taller woman. So, she interlaced their hands, giving a crooked grin up at Rosa. "C'mon, yer chariot awaits!" She said with the silliest tone she could muster, bowing as the elevator doors opened up. The laughter she'd pulled out of the myth was like music to her ears, and her tail was closer to a feather duster as the doors shut behind them

"So, Rose, what's this all about anyways?" Hazel asked as she watched the button for the top floor get pressed. "Just to check in. These meetings are boring as all hell, but we still need to be 'kept in place' and all that." The confused tilt of the head from Hazel had Rosalina chuckle again, and with her free hand she ruffled the top of Hazel's head. "Nothing you need to worry about, pup, I just brought you along so it wasn't as boring." This got a nod in reply, seeming to satisfy the hound for now. I mean, half the time she was dragged around by Velvette and Rosalina anyways, so this wasn't exactly new. "Well, still happy ya brought me along- Think Bolt's there?" Hazel's tone got a bit more excited as she brought up her brother, who'd she just reunited with when Erwin and Bolt had come to Rosalina's tower- She wasn't really focused on what the myth was doing there, admittedly, because at the smell of her brother, she'd already been halfway down the hall. "Perhaps. If Erwin is, I'm sure he would be too."

The doors to the elevator soon opened back up, and as they stepped into the longer hallway, Hazel could feel her own hackles rise as the overwhelming sense of being watched flooded through her, and she suddenly guessed that she wasn't just here to joke along with Rosalina, but more so as a comfort. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a... Creature, she didn't know how else to describe it, peeking out with the oddest color eyes, before scrambling away, and she assumed it wasn't alone either. Now, she just wanted to get the hell out of here as fast as she could. As she glanced up at Rosalina... It was clear that she wasn't the only one that saw that thing. She squeezed the myth’s hand, gently bumping against her to distract her, and it seemed to work well enough as the squeeze was given back, and she could feel a familiar tail slither around her waist, which made her all the more confident in the fact she was comforting her. Her own tail remained its wag, and she walked with a pep in her step as they pushed the main hall’s door open..

And her heart stopped in her chest.

It felt that way, at least.

Hazel blinked, trying to see if maybe her earlier recollection in the mirror had her seeing things, even if she'd never really hallucinated before. And, to her unfortunate luck, the sight before her was completely real.

She looked... Older, though Hazel supposed they both did. Her hair was far from being taken care of, that much was obvious with how it frizzed in every other direction, and with how frayed the ends looked, tattered and tangled with many dye jobs over the years. That wasn't her natural color, and it downright sickened Hazel that she remembered that. Darker bags framed the tired eyes that looked over the mountain of papers in front of the shark, and with one hand she sorted the bigger of the three stacks into the others. It was simple, mind numbing work that anyone else would be just as bored about.

But how was she here? Did she follow Hazel? It'd been nearly a decade, and now all of a sudden she just showed up here? Did Rosalina know?

Questions flooded the hounds head as she froze right in place, and her grip got deathly tight on Rosalina's hand, and she tried to swallow down the taste of bile rising in her throat to speak. "R-Rose- I.. I need to go. Now. I'll- Fuck, I just-" Her plan of simply explaining to her partner that the other hellborn demon in the room, right across from them, just doing mindless paperwork, was in fact the only demon who had ever gotten close to killing her- Who also happened to be her ex, which would open a whole other can of worms, had failed terribly. Why did she have such a visceral reaction? Even Hazel didn't know. So she did what she always did.

She ran.

She didn't know what door she threw open, but the familiar sight of a standard, normal bathroom with multiple stalls was refreshing. Anything was, after what she saw. Her eyes caught herself in the mirror, and she nearly lost her breakfast at the sight. Her ears were pinned back, she was heavily panting, and everything felt hot. Not in a good way, like when her hand was grazed by one of her lovers. In a gross way, where she felt like she was being boiled alive in her own skin, in her own fur. Her claws reached up to touch her neck, but the damned tangles of her fur had caught on them, and so she tugged. She tore, she fought every single knot that dared stand in her way, that felt too hot, every part of it. She didn't realize when the blood had started to seep through her golden fur, and as she continued to pull away at the matted mess, it started to tangle with the blood, too. She didn't realize when she started to space back out, all she could consciously think about was how wrong the image in the mirror was.

-

Where was that damned box? She could feel her breath quicken as she whipped her head around the already partially destroyed apartment- It was never really kept clean, they both would forget to put things away when it was needed. So, there was a bit of trash littering and decorating the table and couch, but she was already stepping over bottles to get to the bedroom. A part of her didn’t really believe that the box was gone. She’d hidden it decently well, she thought that somewhere up high where the shark couldn’t reach was a decent spot, at least… Apparently not, she growled to herself, and as the growl started, she really couldn’t stop it from growing louder. Deeper. This wasn’t like all those stupid times, where Indigo had taken something small and that she didn’t care about. This was the one damn thing she asked to not be messed with. But it wasn’t unusual that the one thing she wanted wasn’t listened to. Her fur prickled up as she started to genuinely tear the place apart, claws ripping through anything and anywhere that it might be hidden. She hoped to whatever deity was out there that nothing had happened to it, or worse, that it had gotten thrown away. 

Her ears pricked up before she’d found it, the hound alerted with the surprised ‘What the fuck!?’ that had left the very target of her anger. Hazel turned, meeting eyes with the greed demon in the doorway, who was astonished by the state of the apartment. “Hazel, I say again, what the fuck?! Are you crazy?! What’s gotten into you?” The shark dropped the bag she was carrying, which clunk with the weight of the bottles inside. Though, even though she was talking to Hazel, the hound didn’t really hear much over the pounding pulse in her ears. ”Where is it, Indigo?” She growled dangerously, and she nearly snapped at the shark when she had the audacity to look confused. “What the fuck are you talking about? The whole place is a fucking mess how the hell would you expect to find anything?”

Hazel may not have been the smartest of the pack, that was for sure, but she was far from stupid, either. Her fangs bared as she stomped towards Indigo, who herself was already showing off her rows of teeth, tail swaying behind her dangerously. "You're acting fucking crazy, Hazel- Whatever you lost, I'll help-" "I didn't lose it. I hid it from you. It's the one thing I didn't want ya t'touch, yet ya did." Indigo's eyes widened at the admission, and the growl that laced from underneath her words became a lot more clear. "What, the box of junk in the closet? My closet? Seriously, Hazel, you're getting worked up over nothing- I threw it away, simple as that."

That really snapped away the last bit of patience Hazel was holding out.

"You what?" Hazel snarled, the venom dripping from her voice, claws balled up into such a tight fist that she'd pricked her palms, blood dripping out from her fingers as she stepped closer. "I threw it away! It was with my shit and we talked-" Indigo was sharply cut off by the actual punch landed next to her, which had easily broken the flimsy drywall, and she looked up just to meet the furious eyes of the hound, her teeth glinting in the dim light of the apartment.

Hazel didn't do much more after that, pulling her bleeding hand out of the wall, shaking her head as she tried to think somewhat straight. She knew she'd seen the box last night, she always loved to overlook her grandfather's letters at night, so it had to still be outside in the main dumpster. She slung her bag over her shoulder properly, taking a few steps back as she sighed. Time for the worst part of this. "Indi- Indigo. I... I can't do this anymore, I can't- This. The fightin'. The throwin' my shit away just cause ya ain't like it- How easy it woulda been just to give it t'me. Constantly ditchin' me off at yer parties, but when I try to go on a walk fer myself, I'm the one who's cheating." Hazel shook the dust from the wall off her hand, stepping towards the door as she wiped off what she could on her pants. "I'm done, Indigo. Yer finally gettin' rid of me, just like ya want."

The shark seemed surprised, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing, and she looked serious this time, too. Sure, they'd gotten into fights, but this was much more than a simple fight. Hazel actually wanted to leave her. After all Indigo had done, after all she'd sacrificed for this mutt, she wanted to leave. Over what? Some stupid papers? "You don't get to just- Just leave! I've taken care of you for fucking years, and a stupid fucking box is it? That's all? You're a fucking child, Hazel." Indigo couldn't help the snarky retort that was already falling from her lips, but in her gut she instantly regretted it- At least with the look Hazel had given her.

The rest, admittedly, was a bit of a blur. Neither one knew who started the fight, and if you asked, they'd easily point the other finger, but all that was important was Hazel grabbing Indigo's shoulders, slamming her into the wall as the shark's jaws snapped at her. Hazel's hands had shifted downwards, to try and grip the damn demon in a way that mattered, trying to get her to stop. They were inches apart now, and a particularly lucky snap of those rows of teeth had dug into the skin of Hazel's neck, making her eyes go wide with the sting. She didn't know what to do. If she just let Indigo sink her teeth in a little more, that'd be it. Over. Done. So, she did the most logical thing she could think of.

The wall easily crumbled with the combined strength of Hazel's throw and Indigo's weight, and even if the shark was rather lithe, the resulting hole in the wall was anything but. Indigo groaned from where she'd landed, her tail laying limp halfway on the remaining wall, blood oozing out of each little place Hazel had used as a grip. Including half of the end fin itself, which Hazel threw haphazardly to the side, clutching her neck.

She could still breath, she could still swallow without tasting iron. That's what mattered. She was still alive. She was gone before Indigo woke up, too. Or came too. Hazel didn't know. Her biggest priority was actually heading to the back of the building, to loot around and find what she needed.

-

The door to the bathroom opening is what clued her back into reality, and her eyes shot over to see who had entered. Just her luck, the same damn shark that had started this entire thing walked through the door, before stopping right away- Now clutching the door a bit awkwardly as she looked over the scene in front of her. The once rather fluffy neck, and hell, the fluffy fur she'd seen as the dog ran in was gone. Well, not exactly- It was just pulled out, entirely. Every part of it was out. As her neck bled from the harsh treatment of clawing out every single last piece of fur, those old scars easily showed. There was a bit more silence before anything else was done. After raising her brow, Indigo hummed, walking to the other end of the row of sinks, as if the sight of Hazel was a day to day for her. She turned the water on, washed her hands, and as she dried them, that's when she spoke. "Didn't expect you here," Was how she started, and as she opened her mouth to speak again, Hazel was quick to interrupt. "The fuck do ya mean? What is yer ass doin' here?!" Indigo raised her hands in a sort of mock defeat, now leaning up against the marble counter as she searched her pockets for something. Eventually, she pulled out a pack of cheap smokes, lighting one with the strike of a match, and Hazel's brow furrowed at the smell. Sure, she'd gotten used to the sweet aroma of Rosalina's smoke, though she could be biased- But the downright nasty smell of the shark's favorite flavor of smokes didn't really match that. "I know this is surprising for you, but my life doesn't revolve around you. I'm here for my job." Indigo said, breathing out a cloud of smoke, though taking note to not blow it near Hazel. That, the hound had noticed, and it made this whole situation even more confusing. "I work with those myth jackasses," The snarl was clear to hear as Indigo spoke, but she rolled her eyes and continued anyway. "And I came in here to go to the bathroom, but I think I'm gonna wait until you're done doing..." Indigo gestured to Hazel's whole predicament. "That. I could smell the blood from down the hall." The hound was the one to roll her eyes this time, scooping up the fur from the sink and starting the process of tossing it out, by each little handful. Sure, she'd have to explain to Rosalina her sudden lack of hair, but she figured she needed to tell her everything anyway. Tell someone, at least. The feeling of wrong and gross had faded by now, which was good. Indigo watched with a careful eye as Hazel took her trips, brow furrowed as she continued to take her drags, still blowing them away from Hazel, who genuinely expected a cloud or two in her face- That's what she'd always done. But something about Indigo's demeanor had changed, and Hazel didn't know if it was because of the shark's gaze still being on her or not- She had to know. "Why are ya watchin' me? Why'd ya.. Follow me?" Hazel had just dumped the last pile of her fur away, now returning to the sink to wash her hands free of her own blood, keeping an eye on Indigo as she shrugged. "I.. I wanted to. Not like- In the weird way, I just..."

It was clear that the greed demon was thinking about what she was going to say, and thinking pretty damn hard, too- Another new thing, and it had Hazel tilting her head. "It's been a while, and- I'm surprised you're even here. You made it big in the city, it seems- Following after that myth of yours. I'm.. I'm happy for you, Hazel." That made Hazel's breath fall short again, and she looked over at Indigo completely, brows still furrowed. "You ain't get to say that- After all that. Yer a fuckin' asshole." Indigo nodded again, as if these claims were true, which they were.

"You're right."

"...What?" "You're right, Hazel." There was a pause before Indigo started to speak again. "I was terrible to you. I hit you, I nearly killed you when you broke it off, and I did every single bad thing that you could ever say I did." The words sounded wrong as they left her, and Hazel opened her mouth to rebut, but Indigo had already beat her to it. "It's been a rough few years for me, since we broke up. I only landed such a nice job because I was the last resort for my boss, which is pathetic in it's own right. I've seen you online, with your little 'group fling' thing, and- God, I hated it. I hated seeing you happy. It was terrible. I'm pretty sure it contributed to my near endless tab, actually." "...What changed that? Ya ain't ever been the type to change fer somethin' like that." That had resulted in Indigo laughing, smiling, even, which completely threw Hazel for a loop. What had changed in a decades time that nearly rewrote the woman she used to know, cause at this point she wasn't even sure she knew Indigo as well as she thought. "Guess I found my own fling. I don't know, it's still fresh, and new- But, she's nice. Like you were. I'm.. I'm not going to ruin that. And.. I'm sorry I did for you." Hazel paused, and for the first time in here, she found herself cracking a smile, shaking her head as she rubbed at her own neck, which had thankfully stopped it's bleeding for now, but what little fur remained was definitely stained red, and she'd need a bath for sure. "Well.. Shit, Indigo, I gotta say- Surprised that you could change all of..." Hazel gestured over to Indigo, much like how the shark had done before. "That." Indigo let out another laugh, which Hazel now joined, and for a moment- For a fleeting moment, Hazel recalled who she'd fallen for in the first place, all those years ago. It warmed her heart to see her back, but, Hazel knew that Indigo wasn't for her anymore... And that was okay. It seemed Indigo understood that too.

"Anyways, you should probably leave- I still need to piss like crazy, plus..." Indigo moved one of her sleeves back to look at a busted watch, though it still seemed to tick. "Yeah, the meetings getting wrapped up. Better go before your dragon start's stomping around and making a mess, huh?" Hazel nodded, now scratching the back of her neck as she started to make her way towards the door, though she stopped just in the doorway, turning back to the shark with a soft hum. "I.. I don't know if I forgive ya just yet, but.. I'm proud of ya. I'm glad yer happy." That seemed to be a satisfying answer towards Indigo, who only smiled in response, and that's when Hazel took her official leave, and she only made it a few steps out in the hall before getting nearly tackled by a terribly worried Rosalina, who cupped her cheeks and was worriedly fussing over her- The most Hazel had caught was an "Aye bendito, Cachorro, ¿estás bien? ¿Qué te ha hecho así, amor?" But she did her damned best to calm the myth down, gesturing for her to lean down, which Rosa did, and she gave her a rather earnest hug. "I- I know ya got questions, I'm sure- No one hurt me, I just.. I freaked out. I'll explain it to ya in the car, alright?" That seemed to get Rosalina to calm down just a tad, though, she still stayed firmly at Hazel's side, gently tracing over the newly exposed scars that she'd never really seen before. She trusted Hazel to tell her all about them, which the hound was already planning to do. As they reached the bottom floor, walking to the main exit, Hazel caught Indigo once more in the corner of her eye, not far from where she'd seen the movers from before. The shark was standing there, completely out of place with how she fiddled with her hair, fixed her glasses. Hazel was admittedly confused, but that was before she saw Indigo light up at the sight of one of the movers, a particularly tall imp, who scooped up the little demon and spun her around, to which Indigo burst out laughing, leaning in close to steal a kiss. It was sickeningly cute, something Hazel knew the old shark would've detested. It was nice seeing her get over it all... Guess it was her turn, too. - WOW. WOW HAS THIS BEEN A POST IN THE MAKING- i am SO so glad its all done, i love it, its my baby, also fucking god i cant believe i got so wrapped up in this- ANYWAYS!! hope yall had fun :]

rosalina, the myths whole lore thing, and indigo's new girl, scarlet, all belong to @mirconreadzztuff22 !!! expect more sharkbox (indigo and scarlet) content because DAMN I FUCKING LOVE THEM IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A GAG-

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel x reader #oc x oc #long fic #long read #oopsies!!!

[climatecalling]

Falling deforestation rates in countries including Indonesia, Malaysia, Colombia and Brazil could provide a boost to climate and biodiversity efforts, experts say, in the run-up to a key summit on the future of the Amazon rainforest. In the coming days, the Brazilian president, Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva, will host a pan-Amazonian summit on the future of the world’s largest rainforest, with leaders from Venezuela to Peru hoping to present a plan at Cop28 to halt their destruction. Experts have said if rich countries provide backing to tropical forested countries it could help governments deliver on Cop26 promises to halt and reverse deforestation by 2030. ... Until recently, Brazil under Lula’s first administration was the only example of a large tropical forested country that had achieved a substantial and sustained drop in forest loss, falling by 84% between 2004 and 2012, a trend that was reversed under the presidency of Jair Bolsonaro. But experts say Indonesia and Malaysia – the world’s two largest palm oil producers – have followed Brazil’s historic example. Indonesia reduced its primary forest loss by 64%, comparing the three years after the fires with 2020 to 2022, more than any other country, according to monitoring organisation Global Forest Watch (GFW). Malaysia achieved a 57% drop.

#climate crisis #deforestation #amazon #lula #climate emergency

[vampirecatprince]

Y'ALL WANT A SPOILER FREE LORE DUMP FOR MY GAME PROJECT?

So, on the surface, the setting is near identical to modern life Earth, but there's little cultural differences so...

It's Time To Infodump about The History of Hell!

(and also how surnames work in Hell bc I'm a nerd)

So in Hell, human inventions have been slowly filtering in over the millennia but historically, it was all the Goetic princes ruling, largely due to the fact they were simply physically strong enough to hold their title, thus all the more powerful Old Guard being so physically massive. For example; Furfur, Lucifer, and Satan are all around 7' tall before horns. Asmodeus and Behemoth are almost 8'. Your average demon is just... human sized. But, The Old Guard is basically as physically large as possible before their bodies just aren't able to support their own weight and mass anymore.

But- due to the slow trickle of human technology coming in over time plus the sudden Western Industrial Revolution creating a lot of very advanced weaponry (and just enough technologically savvy human born demons remembering enough of their past), there was a civil war because a lot of demons suddenly had the strength via technology to even the playing field. And during that period a lot of The Old Guard went missing or were killed, creating a power vacuum that was eventually filled by The New Goetic Lords and their more modern domains, like Mr Belfry and his city sized theme park based off his cartoons, or Callafia and her Manhattan sized Vegas style casino.

Also- over time, it became common or trendy to give your child a powerful name like one of The Old Guard, often times adjusted or shortened in cute ways. That's why Asmo is named Asmo. It's like naming a kid Arthur or Kennedy. (Yes- I knew someone with the first name Kennedy growing up ) Bill also sometimes gets mistaken as Bael because of this. (Nah, he's not William, he's not Will, he's not even Bael. Nope, he's cursed with just... Bill.)

But- all this lead me to thinking about how would last names work in Hell and how surnames call back oftentimes to old alliances or occupations.

So in Hell- you basically have a title.

It started off with which house of which Prince (and thus which sin) you were in alliance with as well as anyone notable that you might be related to and any notable things that you have done. But- with the loss of the feudal structure in hell, over time it's evolved into an identity marker. You still put the sin you feel the closest affiliation with, but you can also put familial associations (chosen or not, it's up to you), accomplishments that you're proud of, history that you feel you need to emphasize, things like that. (It's actually quite suspicious if someone doesn't have some sort of affiliation in their title.)

So- for example, at the start of the game Asmo's full name is Asmo, Domain of Acedia, Guitarist, Heir of the House of Mr. Peltz. (His endgame title has spoilers, so NOPE) Valentine's full demon name is originally Party Valentine, Human Born, Domain of Luxuria, Drummer of The House of Belfry. And it's actually a point of characterization that Bill refuses to put his affiliation with Callafia's casino, The Amazonian, in his name, so he's just Bill, Domain of Ira. Vergil is Vergil, Domain of Invidia, Guide of the House of Behemoth.

#if you look closely... you can really see the smt influence 💀 #my ocs #asmo game #my writing

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Amazonian Whodunnit

Humanity is to blame for the slow death of the rainforest, but we are not equally responsible. The fingerprints of carbon inequality are all over this crime scene

Every morning, I take my dogs for a walk to the scene of multiple crimes, where I grieve for the victims and consider who is to blame.

The location is the bank of the Xingu River, which is a five-minute stroll from my home. I will post a picture here of this beautiful but brutalised panorama so you can examine for yourself the violence that has been inflicted on the landscape in the nine years since I first visited Altamira.

The first victim, very stark in the foreground, is a dead tree, one of the many millions killed when the reservoir of the Belo Monte hydroelectric dam flooded the river banks, drowning countless plants and other species unable to flee the rising waters.

The second can be seen on the distant hillside on the far side of the river, where there are two broad expanses of cleared land that were cut out of the forest by neighbouring farmers who wanted more space for their cattle to graze.

The third is the sky, shrouded in an acrid haze from the dozen or so fires that were burning around Altamira over the 24 hours before my walk, according to NASA’s satellite imagery.

Fourthly – and most alarming of all – is the river Xingu itself, which has shrunk back to levels not seen in recent memory as a result of a freakishly long, hot dry season. Compared to the peak of the rainy season, the depth of the river has fallen by four or five metres.

The place where I usually swim is now a mud flat. Rocky outcrops have become visible mid-stream, creating dozens of new islands and adding to the challenge of navigation.The impact on other species is immeasurable.

That such horrors would come to pass was all too predictable. Earlier this year, I wrote that the El Niño on top of the climate crisis would create an emergency within an emergency, which Brazil’s authorities needed to prepare for as this would almost certainly mean a severe drought for the Amazon.

But there has been zero preparation. Across the Amazon, fire fighting units have been over-stretched and transport systems disrupted by the severity of the prolonged drought. Meanwhile land grabbers make things worse by starting fires to clear forest, taking advantage of the tinder dry conditions.

Those blazes cause problems long after the embers are dimmed. Countless studies have shown tree clearance has a local, regional and global warming effect, in addition to weakening the rainfall-generating capacity of the rainforest. Replace the trees with cows, as is the common practice in Altamira and much of the Amazon, and the effect is far worse because the methane burps and farts of the cattle are a more potent greenhouse gas than carbon dioxide. One of the most shocking reports of the past year was a study showing Brazil’s 220 million cows (almost half of which are in the Amazon) have a bigger climate footprint, when you include their role in deforestation, than all the factories, cars, power plants and 125 million people of Japan.

This brings us to the vitally important question for justice and for solutions: who is to blame?

There are those who would argue that humanity as a whole is responsible for this horrendous year of murderous heat, deadly fires, devastating floods and other global climate calamities, but that is only partly true. Yes, these extremes have undoubtedly been made worse by human burning of fossil fuels. The world is around 1.3C hotter than it was at the start of the industrial revolution. There is growing evidence that this makes El Niño events more likely. Yet despite the ever increasing death toll for all species from this heat, humankind is emitting more warming greenhouse gases than ever.

But “we” are not equally to blame. Not by any means. There is a huge carbon divide between the air-conditioned super-rich, who travel the world in luxury yachts, and the heat-vulnerable poor, who suffer the worst climate consequences even though they are least responsible. A new study by Oxfam and the Stockholm Environment Institute highlights the enormity of this gulf and its consequences.

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Justice League/Unlimited - Daemon AU

Here are my ideas, let me know yours. I left out Shayera and J'onn because they're aliens who (unlike Clark) didn't grow up on Earth, so their daemons wouldn't take the form of earth animals, assuming they'd even have daemons at all.

Clark - Collie (responsible, cooperative, alert; at home on a farm, protector of the flock); using tech from the ship that brought him to Earth, Clark invented a flight harness with built-in hologram projectors to make it look like Superman's daemon is a Kryptonian canine

Bruce - Not a bat, not anything obviously intimidating or impressive; nothing that would seem out of place for a billionaire playboy. Other than that, I have literally no ideas--HELP. Regardless, I imagine that Bruce trained with shamans who taught him how to travel long distances from his daemon, which helps hide his identity and makes Batman all the more intimidating/seemingly inhuman.

Diana - Bald eagle (powerful, confident, regal; master of the sky with a connection to the Greek pantheon; the bald eagle specifically is a thief with a noble reputation--this version of Diana stole her armor and ran away from home, as opposed to the comics, where she won a contest to be the Amazon's champion); though most people's daemons are a different gender to themselves, Amazonian daemons all have feminine names and pronouns

John - Egyptian golden wolf (intimidating, loyal, strict; harsh with strangers, affectionate and playful with loved ones; wolves already had a sinister reputation, which has only recently begun to recede; on top of that, until recently, golden wolves were misclassified as a species of jackal, which are widely considered cruel and cowardly, reflecting the times John has been framed for crimes he didn't commit)

Wally - Prairie hare (quick, libidinous, foolish; a karmic trickster and overconfident racer); the public figured out his identity almost immediately in this AU, but nobody really cares since he's just some rando; his daemon turns into Speed Force energy whenever he moves faster than she can keep up, then returns to normal when he slows back down--strangely, this also happens to the daemon of anyone he carries

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I also have some ideas for characters outside the original seven, but I'll leave them for another post. Feel free to make suggestions for them, too.

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