#predators for ts

[wri0thesley]

consider - yan tighnari letting you escape, purely for the thrill of the chase. what can get his blood hot better than a hunt, especially with the promise of lovely prey?

cw: non-con, dub-con, yandere. predator/prey, chasing, knotting, other animal instincts. not sfw, minors dni. reader is afab, but no gendered terms are used.

It starts out as a question of trust. You have been so sweet to Tighnari recently; stroked his tail whilst he sat with you and curled it around him, parroted back to him that you loved him, thanked him for the food he prepares for you even though you know there are things in there that should not be. So he leaves the door unlocked.

If you do not leave, he has won, and you are truly as adoring of him as your words promise that you are. And if you do . . . well. His rut is coming in (he can feel it when he presses close to you, breathes in deeply from the crook of your neck with his ears tickling your bare skin), and it will be most satisfying to hunt you down and have his way with you when he does.

Of course, you leave.

You've only been pretending to be agreeable, after all; waiting for him to let his guard down, so that you can make your escape. You're absolutely certain of it; he trusts you too much, you're sure, to think you'd really make a run for it. And the forgotten locking of the door is a cherry on top; you'd stolen one of the pins he uses to pin butterfly specimens when he wasn't looking and had been intending to pick the lock, but this makes things so much easier.

You don't bother making plans beyond 'run'. You do not wish to be slowed down by a pack of food or supplies; and the Avidya forest was your home too, once. You know what you're doing. You know where you're going - as far away from Gandharva Ville as you can. The other Forest Watchers all adore and venerate Tighnari; you will not find any help there.

It's night, and you think that this will make it easier as your bare feet pad on soft grass, as you avoid groups of Fungi and just about manage to not stumble on twisted vines. You cut your shoulder on a low hanging branch; rip the thin shorts you're wearing on a thorny mass . . . but you keep going, and that's what's important. Endurance. Making it somewhere safe before Tighnari even knows you're missing--

There's a crack of feet on the ground, snapping a twig, some feet away.

It's not him. It can't be. He's always quiet, he'd never be so clumsy as to break a branch like that . . . it's not him. You're paranoid.

(It's him).

Tighnari's blood is running hot in his veins; his fox-predator instincts (his prey drive) excited at the thought of a chase. That you are the prize at the end of it is the cherry on top; until then, he gets to enjoy himself, lose himself in the glory of the chase. He's breathing heavily as he follows your scent, utterly wrapped up in it. The smear of blood on the branch makes him whine aloud. That's his mate's scent, his mate's blood, they're near and he needs them so badly that it hurts. If they're hurt, he'll lick their wounds (before he sinks his teeth-fangs into their shoulder himself and kisses and licks and takes them all over again).

He can hear your breath, too. Smell you. Practically see the path you've taken through the woods. He's in a heated rush, but when the scent gets so strong that it makes him feel dizzy, he can't help but want to play with you some more.

He steps on a branch. Sees the way your head snaps, your eyes wildly looking about for the source of his noise. That adorable panic on your face! You're like a little mouse, all scurrying and desperate and big-eyed and pouting in fear . . .

Foxes hunt mice.

You see the shine of his eyes in the dark before you quite realise what's going on; have just turned around to try and run when suddenly all of his weight is on you, pinning you down, hands-almost-claws scrabbling at what little you're wearing as he whines right against your ear.

"Caught you," he's panting, in between dragging his tongue over your neck, the slightly rough texture making you shiver against your will. "Shouldn't have run, flower. I . . . caught you. I won."

You try and plead with him; you're in public, you're in the middle of a clearing, you're sweaty and dirty and you're scared, please, just wait until you get back - but there's a cast over his eyes, a breathless excitement in his words even as you're losing your clothes to rips and tears of his hands. You've seen this look before. He's going into a rut, and there's going to be no stopping him.

You tearfully beg anyway, your voice coming out in whimpers and squeaks - but it's just prey noises, you're just playing, and despite how sensitive his ears are to everyone else, they just twitch happily in response to you as he nips at your neck and his hand delves between your thighs to coax slick out of you. His tail is thumping excitedly on the ground.

He's absolutely gone. There's no gentle forest watcher Tighnari left in the fox-man pinning you the forest floor; there's just animal nature. You are Tighnari's mate, he thinks; the two of you have played at being a predator and its prey. You are the prey, and Tighnari has successfully caught you, and that means he gets his reward.

He's biting at your shoulders, licking at every bare skin, huffing against you as he undoes his trousers and you feel his cock press against you. Tighnari's been 'kind' enough to assist you with a few cursory pumps of his fingers, but other than that - he pushes himself into you with a high pitched whine, and you can do nothing but lay there beneath him with his body boring down on yours and take it.

You try and squirm. You try and whimper. You try and bring him back from the edge - but the rut has well and truly hit him now, and all he is doing is pumping his hips deeper and deeper into you, whining in pleasure when your body finally relents and accepts his knot--

He's stronger than he looks. He doesn't care, when it's all over and he's come inside of you three times on the forest floor and a little haze has cleared, that he's dragging your naked body back to Gandharva Ville in broad daylight. All he cares about is that he won.

In a few days, when the rut wears off, you'll be punished for running away. Punished on top, anyway, of the puncture marks from his fangs and the soreness between your thighs, the awfully full feeling of having more than several loads of his come pumped directly into you for hours on end, the scratch marks all over your hips and back--

But right now? All he wants to do is get you back into his hut and spend the rest of it with his knot buried as deep inside of you as it will go.

If you squirm more? If you struggle a little? If you simply once more kick his prey drive to its very zenith?

. . . Cute.

#concept postin #yandere for ts #yandere tighnari #not sfw text #predator prey for ts #genshin impact posting #yandere genshin impact posting #non con for ts #dub con for ts

[laufire]

Elena: yeah, I’m gonna pick the would-be-rapist as my victim! hashtag feminism.

Damon, known rapist she’s hanging out with: wow, Elena is so badass and righteous 🤤

girl STILL WITH A ROOFIE ON HER GLASS, NONE THE WISER: am I a joke to you.

#this scene ALWAYS enrages me #especially paired with damon's veiled reference to his predator behaviour towards caroline with *crickets* coming from elena rme #talking to the void #my thoughts #stackediaries #tvd 4x04 #the vampire diaries #plecverse thoughts #plecverse #antidelena for ts #antielenagilbert for ts

[probablygayattorneys]

I know it’s because I just have such a serious affection for Taylor Swift that it’s past the point of weird at this point but in Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright, every time we saw the Vigilantes and we got to Foxy I just thought

#professor layton vs phoenix wright #foxy vigilante #Taylor swift #lover album #seriously her entire aesthetic #also tho #there are ten vigilantes #ts has ten albums #foxy is the seventh in the lineup #lover is Taylor’s seventh album #coincidence???? #probably I mean this game predates the album haha #queue takumi defense squad #this was originally queued to post sometime next week but I moved it up #happy eras film day to those who celebrate #and yes I know she changed the dates last minute but #I’m going tonight so I’m posting this tonight!

[septembersghost]

your birthday is supernatural day!!!!!!!

indeed, this is a deep aspect of personal lore here, the very first monstrous spark, the initial rain on the roots in the garden, the whispering origin of the haunting. seventeen years! when they lock me away and study my brain, they still will fail to understand the scope of formative influence that had, and they will cower in despair at the depths of my derangement and the searing loyalty of my love for dean.

#it is truly sick and twisted #*cackles* #anonymous #letterbox #birthday tag #dean feelings #spn for ts #btw for anyone following along my personal experience with spookies long predates spn #but is unquestionably part of why i was interested in it #the story of september 13 2005 has been relayed many times here at this point but the memory always amuses me #*that tag said 'spoon knees' what in the world?! SPOOKIES GHOSTS HAUNTINGS was what that should've said 😂👻

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

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#i never knew I'd have to see the *it's not age appropriate* argument #about a wlw ship with two adult women who are in their 30s n 40s respectively #but here we are #i am just... #so the older lesbians are apparently predators narrative continues fml #🤦🏾‍♀️😑 #why are people this moronic !!!! #raee in rantmode #for ts

[citysweet]

一 hot woman stranger

curtesy of nel 🙌 @moonystoes

《 wc: 443

《 rushed, but i wanted to write it before i lost motivation

《 might edit and make longer laterr

you swear your heart drops to your ass when some creep comes up to you. god forbid you try to have a good time alone. however, you try to play nice and kindly decline their advances. but when they don't seem to take the hint and back you into a corner, panic settles in your chest.

your eyes are trained on the ground as you silently hope to disappear from this situation somehow. then suddenly you do? a strong arm pulls you away from the wall you're against and into someone's side. "there you are baby, i've been looking for you." your hero says before you look up to give the voice a face.

she's got short hair and pretty eyes, you'd have endless things to compliment her on if that creep wasn't still staring at you, clearly bothered you weren't alone anymore. you give a somewhat truthful grin and your hands hold onto her arm. "i got lost, sorry love." she smiles and turns her attention back to the predator. "are they bothering you mon amour?" she asks,

you shake your head, not wanting to further the altercation, let alone drag some (pretty) stranger into it. but before you can speak, you're cut off. "no. we were just leaving actually." they say, reaching forward to grab your forearm. your eyes widen slightly, but then even more when your savior grabs their hand before they can touch you.

you watch her knuckles go pale from her grip, along with the dark glare she gives them. "you aren't going anywhere with her." she says firmly and you see the creep's demeanor change from brooding and cocky to something of fear. they quickly mask it and scoff, pulling their hand away from hers. "whatever, 'ts a waste of time anyway." they mutter, avoiding the short haired woman's eyes before walking away.

your hands cling onto her arm and you're still tucked into her side when she looks towards you. "are you okay?" she asks, her tone much softer than just a moment ago. you nod, "y-yeah, thank you. so much." she grins, shaking her head. "no problem at all." she says before quickly letting go and backing up slightly.

"sorry." her apology quick and quiet, worried she might've made you uncomfortable. to which you shake your head, "it's okay. really." she smiles before sticking out a hand, "elisa."

"y/n." you answer before talking her firm hand in yours and shaking it. "well, y/n. would you like a drink?" she offers, leaning slightly closer so you could hear her better. "yes, i would." you answer, suddenly happy you wouldn't be spending your evening alone.

© citysweet 1:56am 012824

一 everyone say ty nel for the idea

#一 citysweet's works #elisa de almeida #elisa de almedia fluff #elisa de almeida x reader #psg #woso #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso one shot #i love my wife #elisa fluff

[ormrin]

GRAVITY is for humans AS GAMES ENGINE | Beware of ICED BALLS!

See Sirius!

We truly sapient species are just controling gravity - or using it as a WEAPON. But people have a strange attitude - even to gravity. For example, almost all of their so-called sparr-ts, some of which look more like fully fledged FIGHTS, use gravity. And even most outdoor human games are GRAVITY GAMES. As for me, I wouldn't entrust even just a simple graviton to any human!

However, the human game called "Sniff-ball" is really differentiating. Did the title warn you off? Well, it would not have warned me if I heard it before my first - and last, write that down! - participation in that terrible game.

I was on Earth in a period called "Win-terra" and that predatory planet was winning! The so-called "sniff" lay everywhere and more was falling. These are small bites of water, but frozen and stupidely shaped. You won't see - you won't believe...

The disgusting game consisted of human children making balls of soft snuff and throwing them at each other. People are predators, understand... I was invited, actually asked, to join and I, being a good idiot, decided to participate. Unfortunately, I have multi-tentacles as you can see and no surfaces like the human "ham" - why do they call those parts of their arms "ham", I didn't dare to ask. However, I managed to form a ball of COLD sniff and threw it at the nearest human child. "Let him see how a bad idea it is!", I said to myself, but I missed. All the children, as explained later, thought that since I looked so strange for them, I must be the enemy! Do you understand the ill illogic?! They started throwing sniff balls at me - and that they were hitting!

And then came crash! A HARD BALL came from somewhere and hit me right under the antenna! I left a scar here on purpose - see? As I learned from the human doctor after awakening, so-called ICED BALLS can be made from sniff...

The next invitation I got was to a game called DODGE-BULL, which of course I promptly declined!

#humans are terrifying #humans are weird #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space fae #humans are confusing #humans are space oddities #humans are so weird #humans are crazy #humans are space australians #earth is a deathworld #earth is space australia

[queen-of-elves]

Is this hell?

Niragi Suguru x fem!reader

Highschool AU(?)

Summary: the original idea post

Word count: 3,3K

Warnings: Niragi lol (not in like haha my babygirl but literally this man is psycho please beware so), bullying, mentioning of blood and violence, two or three mentionings of y/n, it's not proofread so I apologize for any kind of mistakes

A/N: I am not condoning any of Niragi’s actions, I too think he should rot in hell and his actions are unforgivable that being said this fanfiction purpose is not  to glorify etc anything about him plus it’s not meant to be in any sort a darkfic (I myself can’t read those.) btw I am also tagging some people who liked the post :))

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Part 1: highschool

Since Suguru Niragi could remember, he was always a loser, always weaker than anyone else. Girls laughed at him and boys bullied him and if someone could actually handle looking at him, their face only showed pity. His school years were spent alone somewhere in a corner or just far away from potential troubles. There was a possible hope in going to high school in a completely different district but even that proved useless. Niragi still looked like a prey and if there is a prey, there is also a predator. So he would become as small as he could to hide but sometimes even that wasn’t enough.

These three boys picked on him since the first week of school, like if they could smell his fear, they preyed upon him, made the boy with glasses buy them snacks or lunches from his own allowance and would get pissed off at the end of the month if he didn’t have any money left for their cigarettes. And them getting pissed ment only one thing, punishment, in reality that was just an excuse to bully him harder than on the days the three boys were bored. Oftentimes the punishments were very unoriginal, that kind a child could come up with, other times the originality was astonishing, something no one in their sane mind would be able to come up with. Maybe the boys were just that, not mentally sane, or maybe an evil devoured them the moment they were born and so they did the same to others. An eye for an eye sort of thing.

By the last year of highschool Niragi couldn’t take it anymore, over the years his attempts for finding help ended in vain, no one was willing to stop them and in the end it was as if no one knew he was bullied, as if people didn’t notice his scared eyes and bruises. But Niragi didn’t know what was coming that day.

 The boys dragged him to the bridge and this time it was not only the main trio but also a few of his other classmates. All of them cheered while he became a target of their baseball practice. Maybe he did something to them today that made even those classmates of his participate, Niragi couldn’t be sure anymore. No, it didn’t matter actually, any kind of word as a reasoning now was just an excuse trying to justify the bully's behavior. The abuse was too much and he was almost on his tipping point.

“Ts, you move one more time and I will make you eat it again.” The bully swung the baseball bat again while glancing around him. “Rice with piss.” He was the type who throws their head back when laughing too much. Was making him eat it so funny? 

Suguru’s nose was bleeding. He could feel it before he tasted the coppery taste in his mouth and his vision was blurry, the first hit with a ball shattering his glasses on the ground. This had to be hell, purgatory or something, there had to be some divine reason, something to justify this torture. He hated himself, of course he did and through all of this pain a quick thought flashed in his mind. Maybe if he was in their position he would do the same, bully the weak.

“Yes? Oh, I would like to report fighting, they have (school name) uniforms, please be quick.” Niragi didn’t even realize that someone else was now watching him struggle to breathe, a girl in the same highschool uniform. Her voice sounded meak, scared and as if she was on the verge of tears, but she was standing like a picture of confidence with her eyes trained on one of the bullies. 

“The fuck do you think you are doing, eh?” One of the bullies started to yell, however the girl didn’t even flinch, she just calmly closed the flip phone, slipping it back into her jacket. Now that Niragi had time to fully adjust his vision, which was still very blurry, he realized who the girl was.  Not only was she another student from his highschool, she was one of his classmates from the same homeroom. Y/N, that was her name, she wasn’t a prominent figure in the school, not really significant like class president or something, but she was there and she was always quietly watching. She was the type Niragi aspired to be, someone who had friends and someone who gets invited to things like karaoke or dates. Dates, she probably got a loads of confessions, in no way was she the school idol but you had to be blind to think she wasn’t pretty. 

“I just reported you to the police, didn’t you hear? They are going to be here pretty soon.” Y/N was now laughing lightly and the whole group looked pissed, really pissed this time. What was she thinking, they were surely going to kill her for this. One of them ripped the baseball bat out of the grasp of the last one, ready to swing it at her.

“If I were you I wouldn’t do it.” Tight lipped smile slipped on her face, her eyes staring momentarily at him. “After all, if the police arrive and find me hurt or in a worse state… it would be just worse for all of you, wouldn’t it?” Her smile now contented many teeth, white with little yellow grinning at his abusers. Her cheeks raised, it was a genuine smile, she found this whole situation truly amusing.

By now the boys thought about the risk and decided that their little prey was not worth it, at least for now. “Whatever, bitch. Oi, boys, we are done here, let’s go for a drink.” The oldest commanded and all of them swiftly following his example started to walk away. Their departure also included some rude comments thrown at her and the last one, youngest of all of them, he was two grades below them and was very keen on becoming like them for some reason, readying punch in the air just to cease the action when the girl didn’t spare him even a glance. 

She was now staring at Niragi intensely, without blinking, and then she finally opened her mouth and said. “Suguru Niragi, right?” The boy could only nod to her question. Her gaze changed direction, now at his feet staring at something on the ground. That’s when Niragi got reminded again of his blurry vision, she was looking at his glasses before her eyes once again returned to his face. 

“Hey, Niragi… let’s be friends.” At that moment Niragi knew that those curious eyes actually looked at him, no pity, only interest beaming behind them.

And maybe his life was not a hell, maybe from now on it would get better.

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The bullying indeed got better, didn’t stop but got much more bearable with her by his side. She wasn’t by any means a sunshine person, most of the time she was silent, which made him incredibly nervous and twitchy, however, when she spoke it was always something interesting. The girl never showed interest when it came to boring things, instead it seemed that her head turned at anything slightly fascinating. It was in pure contrast with her appearance, a normal highschool girl that never got herself in trouble but always was witness to some. She really did have a knack for these kinds of situations.

So his new friend dragged him along, trouble never catching up to them out of pure luck or maybe it was like her superpower, that's what the boy always thought. After a few weeks of their friendship Niragi felt content, finally he had a light at the end of the tunnel, a safe spot for himself in the world. He didn’t yet realize that soon their paths would divide when it came to college and his sunny days could be over again. But for now he enjoyed her company, after all there was still at least 4 months before the graduation. 

Part 2: bordeland

College was another new start and with the promise of keeping in touch with his now sort of, Niragi wasn’t still sure, best friend, he was ready for new experiences. The first few weeks were fine, school was fun again and it seemed that he made a few new friends along the way. He now got invited to parties and shared dinners and genuinely had a good time for such an introvert. 

However, his little bubble of happiness was meant to burst on one of the shared dinners after a long day of lectures. It was one of the days packed with long seminars and Niragi was ready to relax with his classmates over some good food and a bit of beer when it happened. They were sitting in the back of the restaurant, most of them already sporting one beer in hand when another group of people walked in. Loud and obnoxious yelling followed them and Niragi swore he recognized some of the voices. 

The now college student should have known better, he did know them, of course he did, they made his life miserable for what felt like an eternity. Those bullies that proved to him the awfulness of humankind. The only thing Niragi now hoped for was that they would not notice him, that they wouldn't recognize him but he hadn't changed at all. The same hair, the same kind of glasses and the same scared expression.

And then it happened, one of them turned and his gaze became trained on him, his before yelling face turned into a horrible grin. This guy loved to push young Niragi’s face into the toilet, that was his thing, he really wasn’t that original in the means of “punishment” but he was still part of the group and that defined trouble. 

“NO WAY!” His voice boomed through the restaurant, stopping the conversation at the table Niragi was sitting at. Most of his fellow classmates were now staring at the guy with confused or irritated expressions.

“Guys! Look who is there, Sugura Niragi.” His grin grew with these words and his friend’s attention was now at him, staring and waiting for any kind of elaboration. 

Niragi didn’t know where to look, if he looked into the restaurant, he could see what felt like thousand of eyes staring at him, if he looked around the table he would get confused looks expecting explanation and if he looked before him he would look into the eyes of one of the most hated people by him, so he stared blankly into his glass, hoping that all of this could just disappear. Maybe she could just magically appear and save him once again, more like a thousand times again actually.

“You know each othe-'' But before one of his classmates could finish the question the booming voice sounded again. “Know him? Of course. Didn’t he tell you?” The rest of the guys were now coming closer, also recognizing him. Their laugh was like tiny little needles poking him and their whispers turned his stomach. His current classmates now could hear about how pathetic he was in highschool and Niragi knew that it was back, it was there again, he felt small and stupid. Did the universe really hate him this much?

But this time Niragi had a choice, he could just leave and ignore it and so he did. He rushed out leaving the payment on someone else’s shoulders while dodging and kind of arms that tried to grab at him, keep him at the hellhole. He runned for what felt like hours, sprinting down the streets until he was sure there was no way one of them could follow him. He felt terrible and knew that sleep would not come this night to him and it truly didn’t. He layed in his bed for hours until exhaustion took him out with a sweet promise of blissful ignorance of the nightmare he again became part of. 

The next day was even more painful than the night before, he had to face his classmates and so when the time finally came and he had to approach someone, he chose Ayato. Ayato was always a smiling tall guy with slightly longer hair hiding the corners of his eyes and a mole under the right corner of his lips. He was a good guy, the kind of guy who would send you notes from the lecture if you asked him. However, now he looked like an instant death in Niragi’s eyes but there was no other choice than to talk to him.

“I wanted to pay you back, you probably had to pay for me when I suddenly left last night.” He couldn’t meet Ayato’s eyes, he couldn’t see in them how pathetic he was, not again, he couldn’t take it anymore. This was his burning point and there was no coming back.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it, man.” Ayato laughed and went back to rummaging through his backpack. Did he bother him, no, this was probably just a tactic on how to not have further conversation with him. Just appear busy and that pathetic loser Niragi will leave. Did they all really view him as pathetic? Fuck. They probably did. They must have laughed at him when he left with the whole group of his old classmates, his bullies. 

World really is cruel.

And this was the point when he decided to change and so over the following years his sorrow turned into anger, burning and scorching flame that alighted everything inside that was still alive and breathing, the rest of the hope. The little happy moments were not enough. For example, going to college? He fucking deserved it for all the shit he went through so he didn’t expect anything else than to get accepted into one. He also still maintained some sort of contact with Y/N, both of them got quite busy in college, however otherwise Niragi had isolated himself.

But oh, how he wished those guys that tormented him could see Niragi now, he changed, just like his hardened heart he hardened his appearance. Piercings adoring his face and tongue, silver glistering as warning signs. He looked like a danger, no more the prey look and nervous stare, he was to be feared now. And it wasn’t just his appearance, he became rough and cruel slowly becoming just like those he despised but he always justified it in his mind that it was for his own good.

And so came another punishment for his foolishness.

The gods really hate me, hm? That was his first thought at the empty streets of the city which he once found overly crowded. “Is this hell!?” His yelling echoing down the long corridors of empty sidewalks and alleys.

 It must have been days since he woke up in the silent city, he didn’t know what else to do now that there was no one, so he drank and drank all the alcohol he could find. And in one of his drunken moments they found him almost passed out in one of the dirty alleys near Shibuya. At first he didn’t want to go with them, too drunk out of his mind to understand what they were telling him, but they grabbed him and… that's all he could remember, he probably passed out. 

When Niragi woke up his head was pounding and his throat felt sore but all of that was swept under the rug with the realization that under him were soft white sheets instead of harsh pavement. Slowly, as he could manage without his head shooting needles in it, he sat up upon the bed, he really was in a clean room, a hotel room but any kind of thinking was stopped with the hotel room’s door opening. This uninvited guest sported a kimono and sunglasses were obscuring his eyes. 

“You must be the newbie, let me welcome you properly at The Beach, the only paradise in The Borderland.” The man was grinning widely and Niragi was sure of his interior motive but who gives a damn, he was the first person he had a proper conversation with in days. 

And so his career as a player for beach and handsman for Aguni began.

Working for The Beach was on most days such a great fun, but it was as if Niragi slowly forgot that this was also real and just submitted to his dark thoughts full of violence and blood. He stopped caring about consequences or what was morally right, nothing mattered in his world to him and he verified it through the actions of others. He met vile criminals and monsters in the disguises of people here and in the real world too, so what was the difference if he joined in, in this utopia of sin.

But it was the moment he was beating up some guy, he didn’t even break any rule, he just pissed Niragi with his stupid face, that he noticed them. She was there, she was also inside this horrible nightmare, staring in shock at him with hand covering her open mouth. Y/N must have recognized him, there was no way she couldn’t, if someone could recognize him, it would be her, solely her. He didn’t see her face to face since his change, they only texted and called each other via phone, she must have thought it was because he got so busy but maybe inside, he knew he didn’t want her to see what he had become. Suguru Niragi really thought that their next meeting would be different, that those same eyes would look into his with the same adoration and curiosity it once held but there was none of it.

And there was no excuse for his actions, he could see that now and even though his anger still buried the vast amount of guilt, he was a bad person, he was sure of it. And he knew it for a very long time but there was no denying it now. Another punishment from the gods staring right at him in the form of a pretty lady he had a long history with. And maybe there was no worse cruelty than this, knowing even through all this hardship he received all his life, he could have a good life if he had chosen to be a good person from the start.

Too late to change my path.

In the end the anger always wins over guilt that has to be buried or you will be buried yourself. Niragi used to strongly believe in this conviction but now he felt like a little school boy again, pitiful glances piercing right through him, however this time it was much more meaningful. Here it wasn’t just strangers, it was someone he trusted and they stared inside him with shocked expression. He wondered what she saw, probably someone filled with anger and filth covered in blood, someone she couldn’t handle to look at. It was the same over again but this time different and caused by his own actions, so fully justified. There really isn't any way to redeem himself anymore.

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[dakotadawn]

My views on feminist and LGBT issues, taken from my pinned Tweet on my Twitter (@ ko_ko_ko_33)

-Feminism

-Transsexualism

-Sexual Orientation

-Transgender Activism

Feminism:

Pro-choice. Radfem-aligned views. Porn is misogyny. Sex work is a harmful industry, it should not be promoted or considered "empowering". Kink culture is often misogynist.

"Sex positive" culture is a harmful ideology, and in my opinion a men's rights movement, meant to push the sexual interests of men over the social dignity of women. Calling feminists who disagree "prudish", accusing us of being puritans. Its a vicious misogyny of leftist men.

Men who claim to be "sex positive feminists" have their own sexual interests in mind. They're not looking to "empower" women. While conservative men see women as private property, these men see women as public property, misogynists all the same.

Transsexualism:

People with gender dysphoria/transsexualism, like myself, alleviate our distress by undergoing procedures to allow us to appear as the opposite sex. We cannot literally change sex, but can change sex phenotype and that has significant social implications.

I do believe a lot of newer transgender identities are not related to transsexualism (DSM-III)/gender identity disorder (DSM-IV)/gender dysphoria (DSM-V), are probably mere social trends, and will die out with time, I will call people whatever pronouns they like (within reason).

That being said, while I will refer to a non-transsexual male with they/them pronouns if asked, I will not pretend that they lose any male privilege by declaring a non-binary identity. In material social analysis, internal identity takes a backseat.

Sexual Orientation:

I am trans myself, I support other trans people and our right to bodily and social autonomy, but I do not believe sexuality is based on gender, I believe its based on biological sex (exceptions can be found in rare instances of perfectly passing post-op TS).

Label yourself whatever you want, I can't stop you, but in my opinion, as a transwoman who is attracted to men and pre-operative transwomen, I am gay, a transwoman who is attracted to women is straight, not a lesbian. This doesn't devalue trans people to say. We deserve respect.

The majority of cisgender or cissexual people should not be expected to or pressured to feel attraction to transgender or transsexual people, most people just aren't into that and that's okay. It is not an act of bigotry to refuse to date someone who you are not attracted to. Duh

Transgender Activism:

I have many gripes with transgender activism as it stands and I will go over some views here: I do not support gender self-ID. Change of legal gender should at least require a psychiatric diagnosis of gender dysphoria, and some time on HRT.

Bathroom bills are frankly pointless and impossible to enforce.

Pediatric gender transition in teen years should not utilize puberty blockers prior to Tanner Stage 3, minors transitioning should only be done with gender therapy and not informed consent.

I do not support transgender MtF athletes being included in female sport categories. Transition, especially transition in adulthood, does not erase all of the masculinizing effects of testosterone-based puberty, and an advantage is retained. It is not fair.

For prisons, there should be wards specific to transgender and transsexual inmates, prison wards should never be mixed-sex. In this hypothetical trans ward, transfer should be dictated by hormone status, NOT self-ID. Or else men could self-ID into the ward to harass transwomen.

And finally, some things I want trans activists, especially online, to STOP doing:

STOP calling women misogynistic slurs or threatening violence, I do not care if they're transphobic. Your male behavior only reinforces their beliefs.

STOP making conversations about trans issues when that was not the topic at hand. Its self-centered, entitled, and annoying.

STOP freaking out when someone doesn't use the preferred pronouns of a sexual predator. No one but you cares and it makes us look bad.

And probably the grossest thing I see online trans activists do, STOP demanding cisgender people be attracted to transgender people, most of all stop forcing it on gay men and lesbians. To demand they be attracted to transgender and transsexual people of the opposite sex is just new age homophobia. I mostly see MtF doing this to the lesbian community, but I've seen it with FtM and gay men before too. As a gay person as well, I'm not okay with this. Its not okay to refer to homosexuality as a "genital preference", or to call it bigotry.

As a transwoman myself, I beg trans activists to stop doing these things, and also assure anyone reading that said activists do not speak for all trans people.

I think that for society to accept transgender and transsexual people, we have to be understanding, not forceful.

Disclaimer: some of this is condensed and/or simplified to avoid this post being unnecessarily long. Do always feel free to inquire about my views, and I hope you enjoy my page! 🙂

#feminism #radfem #tirf #trans #gay #lgbt #trans woman #trans discourse #politics #gender

[wri0thesley]

The idea that Tighnari would have his way with you if you squirm and whimper too much in the attempted escape attempt has me going 😳

Bc imagine if he actually doesn’t even give you a warning this time, he’s given you more than enough chances. Don’t you think it’s only right for him to punish you this way not only to burn off what remains of your energy but to also teach you a lesson to never test him or escape again?

He’s sure you wouldn’t be able to leave if you’re heavy with his pups after all of this is over.

it's simply his hunter instincts; prey whimper, prey squirm, and you are the most delicious prey of all. all that your sniffling and weak struggling is doing is making him need to have you pinned more thoroughly; remind you who the dominant party really is.

he'll probably be apologetic when his mind comes back to normal; he'll probably whimper and push his head against you and apologise a little - but one of tighnari's most overpowering traits is a desire to teach. you need to be taught not to run away. you need to learn that your actions have consequences - it's the same as an adventurer needs to learn which mushrooms are safe and which will cause hallucinations, only the dangers for you are far more real.

no running. no struggling. no fighting. he's keeping you safe, as his instincts are commanding him - maybe putting his kits in you will unlock some kind of preservation instinct in you.

(he likes the idea of a family with you anyway).

#not sfw text #non con for ts #yandere for ts #breeding for ts #dark content for ts #genshin impact posting #predator prey for ts

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Spread love to fanfic writers! Answer these questions about your fanfics then send this to 5 other fanfic writers Name a fic you loved writing the most. Name a fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much. Name a fic you had the most fun writing. Name a fic that you are the most proud of. Name a fic that you wish had gotten more recognition. Name your happiest/saddest/most comedic fics!

Ahhh, tìrey!!😩💕 tysm for sending this in! I hope you’re doing well, mama<3

“A fic that I loved writing the most”:

Tbh probably “how he treats you” bc I could js write down whatever I wanted wit no plot😩✋🏽 yes pls!

“A fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much”:

Yall..don’t hate me for this one.. but it’s gotta be the “predator/prey” fic I recently posted. I know it took awhile for me to even post it in the first place, and I appreciate the hype it got, but I’m not a fan of it unfortunately 😔✋🏽 I feel like it’s poorly written and I couldn’t fix it no matter how hard I tried💔(aka writers block)

“A fic you had the most fun with writing”:

Oml first fic that comes to mind is “take a seat,yawne”

Like it was something that came to me so quickly and naturally and the way I wrote neteyam in this always makes me 🤭 whenever I reread it. Expect more fics of him bc whew 😩😍

“A fic you’re the most proud of”:

Mmmm..I’m proud of all of my works(for the most part😭) so this is hard to say. But probably this prompt for kinkmas, like the way I connected the two prompts tg was js so mhm😩..✨big brain✨ of me.

“A fic you wish had gotten more recognition”:

Oml right off the bat I’m sayin these two fics: “one”, “two”

These two fics bc they’re my only two wlw fics (for now🤭) and I really loved writing these two fics just to see them get the hype they didn’t deserve. Kinda hurts my heart but it’s ok😔💔

“A happy/sad/funny fic of yours”:

Ok lemme think😭 for my happiest fic I’d say it’s “how he treats you” basically only bc of the fluff that’s in it, but trust there’s more fluff fics to come from me💕.

My saddest fic is most definitely, “with time” ts was so hard for me to write 1.bc it was my first angst fic and 2. Bc its was such a sad idea like😭- but overall I really enjoyed writing angst, and will definitely continue writing it.

And finally my most comedic fic is probably this prompt for kinkmas, only bc of the one dialogue between lo’ak and spider😭 it made me giggle writing it.

Thank you again for sending this in, tìrey pookie<3 it made me so much more excited for when I write more fics, bc I alr know I have sm more to write/do in general. I’m going thru a really bad writers block rn. I hate I’m not being as consistent as a was before. I’m truly trying my hardest to push thru it, but it’s just exhausting. Regardless tho, I’m trying for yall anyway, bc I love how you guys love my works no matter what. Love you all 😚💕

#❣︎ꕥ𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔ꕥ❣︎ #❣︎ꕥ​𝑗𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠ꕥ❣︎ #★ꨄ​𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔ꨄ★ #avatar #luvv4j4ybe11 #atwow #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #loak sully #atwow loak #writers struggle #fuck writer's block

[baconcolacan]

Sorry about the moth thing- lemme fix that-

What type of spider do you think the regimen gang would be?

CW for spiders, I'm putting this under a readmore so that people who are arachnophobic don't have to see my answers. I love love LOVE spiders so I will include pictures and might contain me gushing about them as related to my version of the boys in Regimen.

Edd: Darwin's Bark Spider. (Caerostris darwini)

See, when I think about Edd in general, I would associate him with the orb weaver species of spider. This is mostly because I personally think that orb weaver webs look really pretty and unique. I always thought that Arachne (in Greek mythos) was revived as an orb weaver, so that she could continue her artistic weaving in her next life. Artists = Orb weaver spiders.

The thing about Darwin's Bark though, is that this particular orb weaver is known to spin the world's biggest webs to date, with one recorded to reach 82 ft in length, plus its webs are also known to be the strongest spider silk, known as Dragline silk. In Regimen, I mostly try to keep a more canonical characterization of Edd along with things he's known to be. Artistic is obvious, but he's also steadfast and strong (Dragline silk), and like most fans I associate the world I'm using as "his" (Large webs). He tends to "catch" people around him, lots of people, and build up from there. Matt: Sequined/Mirror spider. (Thwaitesia argentiopunctata)

Aside from the obvious name, do I really have to explain more?? LOOK AT IT!! My GOD, Mirror spiders are SO SO PRETTY. When threatened these little guys are likely to make the "scales" on their back expand, reflecting a lot more light than they usually do. In Regimen, Matt is still very sunny and somewhat optimistic, he's still confident about himself despite some rough upkeep on his part. Amongst all the bleak and dreary, I had a lot of fun writing Matt because he still does shine despite everything. But there are times where Matt still falters, where he tends to wither away in the background especially when it comes to problems with Tom. Mirror spiders are also able to make their "scales" smaller when they want to hide, usually to make their escape. If you've read Matt's parts in Regimen, he does have this habit of slipping away sometimes, hiding his luster and withdrawing, when it all becomes too much. Still, he's able to shine even during these moments.

Tom: Peacock Tarantula. (Poecilotheria metallica)

Oooh boy, Tom. Tom, Tom, Tommy. My main guy in the story. I was actually so torn about him, there were two spiders I thought would suit him. The Peacock T ofc, and another T: Green Bottle Blue (Chromatopelma cyaneopubescens). In the end, I chose the Peacock for this version of him. Peacocks are Old World Ts, they're arboreal so they live up in trees and usually spin funnel webs (webs that go down like a tunnel, usually they have "trip-wire" webs at the front to alert the spider of prey or predator). Like most Old World Ts, Peacocks are really really fast spiders, they're very skittish and would often avoid predators by fleeing, so they don't often look for trouble, but Peacocks are still venomous, and while we haven't had any deaths caused by this T as of yet, their venom is still a cause for concern and their effects (heart-rate increase, sweating, headache, stinging, cramping, or swelling) are able to be felt for a week, and in extreme cases, months later. (Hey, effects of something done that can still be felt months later?? hMMMM Wonder if Tom has done anything like that HMMMMM)

Tom in Regimen starts out not actively looking for trouble, he was all about defense and fleeing when needed, so long as he could survive to the next day, he doesn't need to risk extensive combat. As we went on though, he started getting backed into a corner more and more, causing him to violently lash out with no other choices he thinks he could make. Peacock Tarantulas are also extremely aggressive when overly threatened, if they can't flee from an encroaching predator, they will use their venom, which like I said, poses something of a medical concern to humans, what more to an animal? Peacock Ts are also semi-social. They tolerate spiders from the same species living near them, sometimes they would even form communities. Other spider species will threaten them though and they will attack them. Don't really need to explain how Tom relates to that yeah? See: How he treats Matt vs how he treats everyone else. Tord: Sydney Funnel-Web Spider. (Atrax robustus)

So hey, you know how much I love writing parallels? Well, coincidentally, just like Tom, I had a difficult time choosing a spider for Tord. It was either the Sydney Funnel, or the Redback (Latrodectus hasselti). After comparing them though, I felt that the Sydney Funnel-Web Spider was the best choice. You might have heard about this guy, Sydney Funnels are recorded to be one of the world's most deadliest spiders, and does have a record of actually killing people. These guys are super SUPER aggressive when they're threatened, like would show you their fangs aggressive, that kind of behavior in the spider world is like a High Level of aggressiveness. Their fangs are strong enough to bite through human nails by the way, if you needed to be even more concerned about them. Not only that, but Sydney Funnels are known to deliver full envenomation, by biting repeatedly. These little fuckers will HOLD ON TIGHT and bite the bejesus out of you. Vindictive little shits, all for pissing them off/startling/scaring them. Sydney Funnels are, like their name implies, funnel-web weavers. They're terrestrial spiders and like to hide in innocuous, shaded, places. i.e. Under logs, crevices, under plants, etc etc. Like all funnel weavers, their webs have "trip-wires" on the outside, making them semi-ambush predators as they would dart out and nab prey when they get close enough.

I'm pretty sure you can guess why I think of Tord when I chose this spider.

#asks #anonymous #cw: spiders #tw: spiders #Regimen ao3 #TYSM FOR THE SPIDER ASK ANON #BUT ITS OKAY BTW I KNOW YOU DIDNT MEAN ANY HARM WHEN YOU SENT THE MOTH ASK #You couldn't have known about my phobia <3

[a-flaming-idiot]

Who do you think is more dangerous? Sleep Deprived TS!Luz or a Sleep Deprived Ladybug?

I'd say TS!Luz. She is like 8 different predators fused together, who can paralyze you, fill your lungs with smoke, hit you with like fifty different glyph and rune combos, with massive claws and teeth, and while sleep deprived is likely to get a titan magic surge. Luz gonna rip your still beating heart out of your chest and use it as a chew toy!

Though Ladybug isn't far behind since she's gonna lose all morals and become equally feral. That Lucky Charm giving her a Molotov Cocktail isn't that much of an exaggeration in my mind. And don't get me start on her Wombo-Comboing you with powers if she'd got multiple Miraculouses. Plus with her typical plans, she gonna be hella creative on how to beat your ass!

#Titan Spawn #miraculous ladybug #the owl house #Titan Spawn Luz Noceda #marinette dupain cheng #I have a thing for writing all of my girls feral and unhinged #Even if it isn't canon #I just like them being awful and horrible

[mcondance]

If you don't mind me asking, what did doja cat do this time, she always be getting into controversies 💀

she’s dating a known predator. when the person he tried to groom when they were a minor told doja about it, she blocked them. someone told her abt herself in an instagram comment and her response was reprehensible. ts was disgusting. she basically said she doesn’t care abt shit anyone’s saying abt her pedophile ass boyfriend.

#₊˚. ☆ yours truly 💌: #anon

[lunarthecorvus]

Aloe Vera and papyrus for the ask game~

Aloe vera -> what's something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

I want someone to text me and ask to go food shop with them, just to look and buy some food (I love just looking around in food shops)

Papyrus -> if you put your 'on repeat' playlist on shuffle, what's the first song that comes up? what do you like / associate it with?

Ooo I love this question. I have two answers:

The Great War by TS -

This one appears a lot, and I associate it with the Ice Court Hiest and just the crows adventure and the found familiness of them. I saw a six of crows edit with this once, and it fit perfectly. I also associate it with the other books like the kos duology and ruin & rising.

Predator by YONAKA -

This one is a new one, but I have listened to it on repeat today, and I love it. It reminds me of Arcane / a fighting animation.

Nightmare by Hasley -

For this one, I relate to the lyrics for personal reasons, specifically the 'I don't owe you a goddamn thing', this lyric is so true and relatable, and I would love to say it to people. I do also associate it with mostly Inej, Wylan, and a bit Matthias.

#lunars rambles #ask game answers

[ormrin]

Humans have absurd attitude to time!

See Sirius!

Humans also have absurd attitude to time, especially in connection with so called "sparr-ts".

I will tell you about one of their sparr-ts, which is done on a fallen "sniff". That's a lot of tiny particles of water frozen in brittle shapes. So it's COLD! And it's AWFULLY SLIPPING too! I had trouble even walking on it - I can't imagine doing some stressful activity on it.

My hopefully human friend "Saint-drain" - I also don't understand the illogic of her name - showed me a video of "O-limb-add" which is a competition of world class sparr-ts-human. The video was filmed in the Earth period called "Win-terra" and therefore IN THE COLD WHEN THE WATER REMAINS FROZEN EVEN WHEN THE "SUM" SHINES - another strange name that this time refers to the Earth Star. So eve the sparr-ts-humans were fully clothed, but don't think they had many layers or spacesuits that most of us would need in such weather! So I was able to tell, thanks to the previous learning, that all sparr-ts-humans had perfect figures - and they really radiated confidence. I think only such snarky predators like humans can look victorious even before the competition.

The sparr-t consisted of SLIDING DOWN A TERRIBLE SLOPE COVERED BY SNIFF ON A SMOOTH BOARD. And there was no safety net and no one was tied down in any way! NO ANTI-GRAVITY LIFE BELTS! I was afraid that I would see another so-called "Ho-horn", which I will tell you about next time, but NONE OF THEM FELLT EVEN JUST ONCE!

And now for the jerky time aspect. Guess how much the female winner - of what I think was a suicide competition - won?! BY ONE SINGLE HUNDREDTH OF A SECOND! No, she had not to share the first place with the "slower" one!

At least the woman winner's name is "Eso-terra ICE's", which is finally an appropriate name - for the earthly champion in downhill sliding of one form of ICE. That's frozen water, as well as sniff, if you did not paying enough attention.

#humans are terrifying #humans are weird #humans are insane #humans are space fae #humans are space oddities #humans are space australians #humans are space orcs #earth is a deathworld #earth is space australia