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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 month

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📚inch resting bits from the march twst manga updates📚 (octa, savana, & 4koma!)

***Manga spoilers below the cut (with an emphasis on the Episode of Octavinelle, since that's my favorite dorm!)***

The 4koma manga has dropped! Again, it centers around the daily lives of the NRC boys and is shown in a 4 panel gag comic format.

In the illustration above, we see the main cast with Grim's beloved tuna cans~

This month has comics about Ace going to a supplementary lesson (to learn how to manipulate brooms to do his chores) and Leona attending his art class. The comic depicts Leona, Idia, and Rook in the same art class though we're not sure if this is true in-game yet. However, the comics do carry over the continuity of Ace and Deuce being in Trein's class so maybe the art class thing is also true of Leona?

From the Episode of Savanaclaw manga: I KNOW WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN AWE OF DIASOMANI'S PRESENCE BUT ALL I'M THINKING IS THAT DIASOMNIA HAS A MOB STUDENT WITH A BOWL CUT 😭

I'm also really fixated on how this mangaka draws her lashes and hair, they're always bangers every time 💗

Ruggie "bleh" face... Also???? That full page of him using his UM... and the visualization of the wildebeests racing with him like the people in the crowd, very Lion King.

I like that the manga really shows us more emotional and intense moments the game cannot depict due to its limited assets. Here, we see the aftermath of Ruggie using his UM on the crowd. Even with Azul's magic-enhancement potion, Ruggie has taken a great physical toll from spellcasting. Falling to his knees, panting... This will make it hurt more when Leona almost poofs him to sand later 😭

These panels remind me of like. Scar looking on from up high while the hyenas do his bidding. Ruggie's expression... it's so full of a desperate kind of hope has he gazes up at his "king".

From the Episode of Octavinelle, we get to see Leona post-OB and recovering in the infirmary. Side note, I really love how the mangaka adds these cute little faces to let us know who is speaking in certain text bubbles. The little faces make some of the cutest expressions; just look at that cheeky chibi Leona head!

Here, Ruggie is telling everyone about rumors that Azul and the twins purposefully prevent their clients from fulfilling their end of the contract so they can reap the benefits. I like how the scene shown is a boat tipping over (with the twins implied to have flipped it). Nice callback to the boat scene in The Little Mermaid!

We have another The Little Mermaid reference here, where Floyd shares his UM with the gang?? The hypothetical man here reminds me of Prince Eric, especially in that white shirt and appearing as though he is drowning.

Guys... Azul's been taking modeling lessons from Vil-- I really like these more quiet and contemplative moments of Azul; plenty of those are featured this month.

asdbhlfdbaifyoaiygoeia I WILL NOW ALWAYS ASSOCIATE AZUL THINKING HARD WITH SITTING IN THAT CHAIR... There's so many shots of him seated here...

Yuuta continues to be my favorite manga!Yuu so far by diligently tidying up Leona's messy ass room for him... asfvkyadvfialf Grim looks so goofy helping out, that tower of clothes is half his size...

FLOYD'S FACE IS SO siLLy HERE TOO (this is the scene when Ruggie recalls seeing his eel form during a P.E. class where they swam). The mangaka really decided to summon his gremlin energy here...

Aaaaah, I love this shot; it sort of parallels Azul and Leona... It also makes me realize the difference between how Leona's hair is in Octavinelle vs Savanaclaw (due to the different mangaka). In Octavinelle, his hair is usually a solid black with white highlights but in Savanaclaw there tends to be a subtle gradient/screen tone on Leona's hair.

Anyway, twins Twins TWINS

GOOD WAY TO CLOSE OUT THE OCTA CHAPTER, EXCELLENT WAY TO CLOSE OFF THE OCTA CHAPTER IN FACT 🫶 Can you tell I love the Tweel parts/j

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kits-ships · 6 months

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💕 seraphina!!!

SERAPHINA MY BELOVED....... her lore is ever-changing and confuses me but its ok bc they are so pretty <3

warning: im free-balling everything here. g/ood o/mens lore and the biblical canon are simply suggestions to me. also bonus asmodeus (oc) lore.

tws for abuse, self hatred, and slight eye horror

angel!seraphina:

as an angel, their first job was to design animals to put on earth! she wasn't the only one with that job, of course, but she had the most fun with it! she's responsible for most of the mammalian carnivores that lived around the garden, such as cheetahs, leopards, lions, jackals, hyenas, and wild dogs. because of her enthusiasm, their next assignment was to watch over the aforementioned animals and to make sure that nature was in balance. she was named the angel of the southern savanna at this time :) sera loved her job so much that she may have ignored god's orders to leave the earth during the expulsion of lucifer + his cohorts. unfortunately for sera, a banishing of this size sent waves of horrific energy cascading over the earth and it scrambled their mind. they were essentially hit by the residual energy(?) that makes demons into demons and it put her into a constant state of pain. it also led her to extreme internal conflicts, as the demonic energy was a bit fucky on their angelic body. because she had disobeyed god's orders and wound up hurt, they essentially became a seraphim-turned errand boy. she was not permitted to visit earth, other angels would get mad that she couldn't properly preen herself, and she felt like she was constantly letting others down. in a split-decision, she sneaks off to earth to visit her animals :) and gets kidnapped by the demon, asmodeus.

asmodeus:

asmodeus personifies lust. he always gets what he wants, and he wanted sera (maybe a reference to the book of tobit?). he took them as his supposed 'bride' and kept her around like a glorified doll that he would bite, claw, and toy at all he wanted. imagine like. a dog and its favorite chew toy. asmodeus kept sera for seven hundred years(?) before getting bored of them. she had no fight left in her and it wasnt fun anymore smh

fallen!sera:

heaven was pissed. seraphina hadn't listened to them AGAIN and now she's like, a half-chewed pen cap. whats up with that? was she working with asmodeus? why'd he call them his bride? she isn't trustworthy anymore. the fall changed them and we cant keep her here anymore. bye girl. after this, depending on how im feeling, she either wakes up in a field alone- surrounded by embers from her fall- or cro/wley/azir/aphale find her. she's initially totally blind (it appears to be traumatic glaucoma), theyre covered in blood(??), and is all dirty. plus, her wings are grey now?? seraphina is, understandably, very confused. how could she be bleeding? why arent her wounds healing? and why didnt they sink into hell once she'd fallen?? turns out, hell did NOT want her. she was still too sweet and icky. i like to think jobs family or someones family end up caring for her. whether they just found her or cro/wley + azir/aphale were like "wow u did so good for god. here's an angel pls watch it for us' and sera essentially becomes an heirloom. she's like jemimah's personal barbie doll. sera will eventually get up and leave to figure stuff out, but theyre mostly a hermit until the 1800s.because human life is scary and feeling like a mortal is weird!!! what is she supposed to do?? luckily, having an angel and a demon around is nice. she finds them and gets in on their shenanigans here and there until the azir/aphales magic show. at that point shes like "woa. these guys are silly ;)" and returns to land they'd bought in mayfair a lil bit ago. sera also eventually opens a plant nursery beneath her house, but no one knows how it stays open since her chronic pain makes her hours super erratic

demon!sera

i don't know how demon!sera becomes a thing. maybe they just fall straight to hell like they were supposed to. as a demon, sera either changes their name to abaddon or baphomet. abaddon because theyre said to be tied to destruction and chaos, which would result from sera's anger towards everything, and baphomet because i think theyre cool :) baphomet also represents social order, which id say is fitting for someone who, in an au, is stuck between heaven and hell. they also kept nature in balance on the savanna, so demon!sera, like their newly, fallen-angel self, is mostly blind. they see light and darkness and very blurry shapes. as abaddon, their irises are split and look like splotches, and, as baphomet, they have horizontal slit irises like a goat's. maybe horns, too. they are also much angrier and prone to outbursts when compared to their angel self and is disgusted by themselves. they hate being a demon and they hate everyone who has. abaddon would use this rage to mostly create natural disasters, and baphomet would use it to insist on forcing things into balance- even when it would cause lots of people pain. i dont know if that makes sense they are also represented by the komodo dragon :) and they tear asmodeus to shreds. demon!sera may also be venomous.

#kit's questions!#LORE DUMP...........#sera; innocence died screaming #tw abuse #tw eye horror #tw self destruction

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dragonymango · 1 year

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What are your favourite fun animal facts

oh oh oh what fun! thanks for the question

the thing is many of these facts may be common knowledge to tumblr animal freaks, but to my friends that once were surprised horses and cows are actually very distant animals evolutionary-wise, they seem cool. Since most of us are from the same faculty - soil science, we are more proficient in chem and minerology then bio, im just a freak

Camels are surprisingly scary animals, they have formidable fangs able to easily kill a person if they so choose

Elephants, orcas and hyenas have matriarchies, hyenas have especially gnarly ones

talking about cetaceans, i only recently found out that they and ungulates are now in one order! - Cetartiodactyla, and their closest terrestrial mammal is the Hippo

also a way to research how cetacean populations interact is a whale mite!! which is so cool, there are many species that are unique to each specie of a whale

Hippos, did you know that they are actually runners and not swimmers? their body is mostly muscle, with makes their dense enough to both not sink and not float up. So instead of swimming they basically run on the bottom.

Okapi is actually not the only close relative of the giraffe - see: pronghorns - they may be more distant then okapi's but giraffids are still their closest relatives

Just, everything about Hoatzins - very curious birds if you dont know about them, their diet is mostly comprised of leaves and green plants! they are able to digest it in their enlarged crops that have bacteria cultures similar to ruminants, which also makes them smell like manure - oops! they are called "stinkbirds" bc of that. Additionally, their chicks have claws on their wings (this isnt an entirely uncommon trait in birds but i still think its cool) also they er beautiful

There are two common groups of pinnipeds - seals and sea lions or other names for them - earless and eared seals. Seals are generally more even tempered then sea lions with a notable exception that is seen quite often in documentaries - leopard seal, preying on penguins

this is a fact for YOU ( and not an animal one) bc we had a whole course of soil bio and algology but oomfs you should look up diatoms they are SUCH pretty little guys i love them, there is so much i could say about them but i will direct you to the Octopus Lady on youtube - they have many good videos on water (mainly saltwater but still) organisms,

but one thing she doesn't talk about that i was sad about is how diatoms reproduce. The thing is (watch the video for context) they are build like a petri dish - out of a larger lid (epitheca) and a smaller base (hypotheca), the thing is, when they divide for asexual reproduction, each half get one lid - and BOTH news cells complete the SMALLER lid,

bc of that when diatoms divide one line of the offsprings gets progressively smaller and smaller and smaller, after that sexual reproduction occours so that the cells can restore their size

and i find that really funny

#dy ask #i have many facts but its hard to think of specific ones truly

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hoe4rairai · 2 years

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Imagine this one :

Raian's sister Fusui has a best friend and her name is Odette.

Odette, is a half Kure and she moved back with her mom to the Kure village. Her mom is a Kure her dad is not. What happened to her dad though is a mystery only her mom can explain with a wild grin !!!!!! . Odette, wasn't blessed with the Kure eyes but the girl has a nasty side to her.

So who is Odette and what is her relationship with Raian, you ask 🙃 ????

Ohh well , let's say they both on each others' cases, since she was 16 and he was 20 that's when she returned back to the kure village. Had been bullied because of her mixed blood but her mom was diligent to teach her everything she knew about the kure techniques, she proved her worth around the village, she isn't the violent type though she is unstoppable if she was provoked ...

She is 165 cm and 50 kgs , literally half Raian in size, very light with her movements, fast enough for a normal human to catch up. She mastered few fighting styles , aced in using guns, sniper rifles ( she accompanied Fusui on several missions and done exceptionally well ) she also mastered the ancient Japanese sword technique called Kenjutsu ( which is her preferred method of killing / fighting ).

She has sleek long thick black hair ( and it always smelled so good ) Raian once twisted her ponytail around his foraem and pulled her away from fighting someone who called her a fake kure while laughing at her angry face! Telling her he is right, only for her to turn around facing him trying to punch him in the face but before she knew it he smacked her head into his chest hard enough for her eyes to tear up, he lowerd his head to level up with her's and like the cocky bastard that he is with a serious face and gravelly voice he said : ( u fuckin dare doll face ??? ) , his eyes pierced her soul, one thing for sure though she lost her breath when he almost touched her lips ... her eyes are jet black and although they don't glow in the dark, they actually have an intense shine to them when she gets very excited or rather terrified in this case.

She is a girl after all, loves to dress up and go partying with her besti Fusui . They both got each others' back and Raian to her is someone she has a crush on but hates to admit, ever since the very first day she saw him at the camp ramming someone to the ground effortlessly.

So who is she to Raian... a F*king useless human looking doll that has kure blood but ugly eyes. He hates them ( that's what he wants her to believe though, reality could be different) , he ones told her with his cold hyena voice how he wishes to pull her ugly eyes out of her ( Raian had always been that man who like to provoke others but with Odette, he enjoys to see her reactions and use any chance he gets to see her upset and close to tears ... Why ??? Well her eyes shine like black pearls )

To him, she is a brat who can get the lion bite to a decent percentage but has no ability for the removal ...HE WAS F*ING WRONG ... Raian teases her everytime he sees her at their home whenever he isn't on a mission when she visits Fusui and they just get on with their cat fights . Yall know what that means right ..... !!!

Fusui can see it in the air, Raian is a fucking fuck to admit and Odette is just ignorant but aware of how her body reacts when Raian comes close and he does everytime on purpose but because he loves the blush on her face everytime he gets uncomfortably close .

Odette isn't an alpha but she can and will put any average man down in a hot minute. Raian is the only man that she can't even look him in the eyes nor think straight around him.

Raian, has hell of a strong six sense and he is smarter than ppl think, he knows and for once he is curios about this intruder freaky looking Kure...

How this will develop. She likes him, he knows but he loves more than anything to provoke her, to get reactions out of her, he likes it when she reacts back, he likes her but he will test her waters the hardest and in the most unpredictable ways.

Odette is sensitive though but mastered the poker face, Fusui knows and she is trying to help her going out with other nicer guys and to forget about her brorther because ( OHH WELL ITS RAIAN AFTER ALL ) until one night Raian saw her with a boy at a park around the kure village ......

SHIT .....

#kure raian #kengan omega #kengan ashura #kengan ashura imagines #kenganverse #raian kure #haters to lovers #dysfunctional relationship #the devil #the doll

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gentrychild · 3 years

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Her sister and her are dead set on adopting a dingo and they will succeed eventually. NO. BAD IDEA. TAKE IT FROM AN AUSSIE. Not unless Eri's sister has some sort of taming quirk or something. That may LOOK like a happy puppy, and there may have been enough interbreeding that there are no pure Dingoes out there anymore, but that is still a WHOLE-ARSE _WOLF_, that has not had millennia of domestication built into its genes. It may be happy to play along for a while - free food, after all - but eventually someone - not been necessarily anyone in the family - is gonna do something that would free fine with a dog, but with a dingo - AKA AN AUSTRALIAN-ADAPTED WOLF - will very much NOT be fine.

I mean, they COULD get lucky and get a dingo whose dog parent or grandparent or whatever's domesticated traits bred true ENOUGH, or just get one of the low-aggression types of wolf that the very beginning of domestication worked on in the first place, but I wouldn't want to count on it.

tl;dr, unless Eri wants to get a LOT of practice rewinding people to before those jaws clamped down and then fast-talking the person and any witnesses into not saying anything, they may want to rethink this plan.

Either that, or fifth- and sixth-generation passive mutations have just made people tough enough that between 4.4 and 16.7 KILOnewtons of bite force (1,000-1,500 psi), depending on the size of the dingo, isn't a problem. For context, a well-trained guard dog can reach up to 2.4 kilonewtons (550 psi) at best, while tigers, lions, and hyenas all reach basically the same pressures as a dingo, and a SALTWATER CROCODILE, with the HIGHEST BITE FORCE EVER MEASURED, is a 'mere' 16.4 kilonewtons (3,700 psi), while humans barely reach 667 to 890 newtons, NOT kilonewtons (150 to 200 psi). For further context, a human skull requires about 2.3 kilonewtons (around 520 psi) to crush it. So a well-trained guard dog, trained to bite as hard as possible for their anatomy and of a large breed, can JUST BARELY crush your skull, if they REALLY try. A dingo on the smaller side can do so with barely more than half its bite force. A dingo on the LARGER side can pull it off with barely more than a third. DINGOES ARE NOT PETS, no matter how much every human that has been brought up in a culture where dogs are present looks at one and goes PUPPY.

This has been an Australian PSA. Others in this series include 'why you don't want to get into a boxing match or go swimming with a kangaroo', 'why if the sign says there's crocodiles in the water, you not seeing one means absolutely nothing', and 'why the bottles of vinegar at the beaches are to be reserved for if you are stung by a jellyfish, NOT to go on your fish and chips'.

I appreciate your PSA and I thank you for telling me this.

Now, I know what the quirk of Eri's sister is.

#anyone fic #dingos #really that's very interesting info about dingos and Australia in general

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whumpster-fire · 3 years

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Ya know, aside from being cool animals, spotted hyenas would be a really interesting and kind of odd daemon form based on the combination of traits that represent.

First of all, hyenas are heavily stigmatized in Western culture - I think the symbolism around them is pretty much entirely negative (I can’t say anything informed about cultures in their actual native range - from the small amount of research I did it sounds like at least some African cultures also stigmatize them but they’re distributed over like half of a large continent so I’m guessing there’s a lot of diversity in cultural perceptions). There’s a lot of bad stereotyping of predators but most species still have at least some positive symbolism associated with them - e.g. foxes representing cunning and the positive aspects of a trickster, stoats representing purity in their winter coats, snakes representing cunning and patience. And I don’t think daemons just settle in forms that hold no positive meaning to them - like, someone’s soul isn’t going to just go “Oh yeah we’re a horrible person,” so for someone’s daemon to settle in this form it would have to be based on the actual nature of a hyena, but at the same time I think daemons settled forms are affected by social pressure.

Anyway: Hyenas are highly social, and they’re really good at cooperation by animal standards but their society is also very competitive and hierarchical. They’re very effective predators but are also very good at scavenging. Studies have found that they actually get their kills stolen by lions more often than the other way around, and often then take it back - i.e. driving off another social predator that’s three times their size.

And this combined with the stigma against them makes for such a weird and seemingly contradictory combination of traits. People with spotted hyena daemons are extroverted, highly socially intelligent people, but they don’t care what others think of them, or at least they refuse to change or hide who they are to fit in. They’re competitive, but I guess at a certain level expect to not be appreciated and to have others take credit for their achievements and leave them with the scraps. But they’re adaptable, resilient, and touch as fucking nails.

It’s like... I think all large predator forms tend to be associated with intense personalities, with solitary species being introverts, loners, and noncomformists even if they’re charismatic and socially adept like Lord Asriel is, and social species like wolves, lions, and painted dogs being more group-focused, but spotties are kind of an odd mix of those traits. I think they’d be really intense and probably kinda difficult to get along with for a lot of people, but also good team players and quite possibly the member of the group who’s not afraid of confrontation and gets designated to tell people to Fuck Off on everyone’s behalf. Someone who will go to bat for their friends and loved ones not just in the metaphorical sense but in the taking a bat to someone’s kneecaps sense.

#His Dark Materials fandom #daemons #hyenas

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msyuksanh · 4 years

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“The Brush” | Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Just a bit of a silly story set within the events of episode 3, so there are minor spoilers ahead if you’ve not reached that part of the game!

Summary Ruggie has some tasks for you and Grim to do. One of which involves braiding a certain irritable lion’s hair...

Rating: G Characters: Leona, Ruggie, Grim Location: Leona’s Room

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“Before we go for breakfast we need to do a couple of things first,” stated Ruggie standing before you with his hands on his hips.

You and Grim were dressed and ready for the day while Leona was just about coming into the land of the living. He lazily slipped on his orange waistcoat over his white shirt.

“We’re not your slaves.” retorted Grim.

You elbowed him gently to remind him they were doing you guys a favor letting you stay at the Savanaclaw Dorm, or more specifically Leona’s room. Also, not forgetting that in return for their kindness you guys were the new temporary servants.

“What would you like us to do?” you asked with a bright smile trying to make up for Grim’s remark.

“We just need to collect some clothes for laundry, and one of you will need to braid Leona’s hair.”

The was a short silence as you and Grim exchanged a look.

At this point Leona was still fixing his uniform and putting on accessories, seemingly completely oblivious to what was just said.

“As much as I would like to try not to rip out that guy’s hair I don’t have opposable thumbs so good luck,” Grim held up his paws and shrugged. He patted you on the shoulder before flying over to Ruggie who had been piling up Leona’s clothes in a weave basket.

An “Ah-” escaped you as your hand stretched out in Grim’s direction.

“Leona! Don’t go back to sleep!” Ruggie tutted and sighed, putting down the basket and pulling his prefect up into a sitting position. When did he go back to sleep!?

Leona growled. “What’s 5 more minutes? It’s not gonna kill anyone,” he grumbled, to which Ruggie rolled his eyes.

“We’ll be back in about 10 minutes. Come on Grim, I’ll show you the laundry room.” Ruggie strolled out with his hands clasped behind his head.

“Hey, you! Why am I the one carrying this heavy basket?!” yelled Grim as he struggled to keep afloat in the air while trying to follow Ruggie’s quickly disappearing form.

Now with them gone uncomfortable silence fell in the room. Leona sat on the edge of his bed, hunched over with his elbows on his knees and smartphone in hand.

You let out a quick sigh but found your energy after a deep breath.

“Okay, let’s get started shall we?” you said with another bright smile.

You walked towards Leona who strangely straightened up obediently and turned the screen off on his phone.

“So…is there a special style you have for your braids?” you inquired as you leant over him to inspect his luscious dark brown locks. His twitching ears sparked a curiosity in you. How you desired to just reach out and touch them!

“No.” he replied bluntly.

“Does Ruggie do anything special or-?”

“Hurry up and get on with it,” he growled out. The King of Beasts closed his eyes with what you assumed to be annoyance.

“Okay.” Your face and shoulders dropped indicating your motivation slowly leaving you.

You understood Leona wasn’t exactly in the mood for small talk. Then again, when ever was he?

You positioned yourself to his side, picked up a good amount of hair and tentatively dragged your fingers through it.

Leona was back on his phone endlessly scrolling from the fast motion of his thumb swiping up and down the screen.

“Hold on a minute,” you mumbled. You crawled on your knees onto his bed and appeared at height behind him bringing all his hair to the back. You tried combing through it all with your fingers again but found it difficult with the tangles and knots.

You got off the bed abruptly, now filled with a burst of excitement. After rummaging through your belongings you returned back to the bed with a hair brush in hand. Luckily you’d cleaned it!

“What’s taking so long!?” Leona only saw you bolt across the room and back from the corner of his eye. One thing he knew for sure was this was taking too long and he was going to murder someone if he didn’t get any food soon.

“I’ll be done in two minutes, don’t worry!” you exclaimed happily.

“Make it one,” was his irritated response.

Upon hearing his words you started brushing out the ends of his wavy hair quickly and gradually worked your way up. You got to the top of his head and made sure to be careful brushing around his ears. They twitched when the brush was near and Leona’s tail swished in a carefree manner, hitting your body and arms softly at times. How you wanted to touch that too!

Were your ears deceiving you? You swore you could have heard a small purr come from the Savanaclaw Dorm Leader.

Gasping at how smooth his hair had become you grinned seeing your fingers run so effortlessly through.

“Okay, braid time.” You left the hair brush on the edge of the bed and moved from behind him to his side with one foot planted on the floor and your other knee still on the bed. You stood tall so you had better height to do your work.

Slowly but surely you finished the first braid and felt proud of the end product. It didn’t turn out too bad between the nerves of touching a stranger’s hair and being so close to someone with such a strong personality.

All of a sudden you heard a clatter. Puzzled, you looked down to see Leona’s phone had fallen out of his hand. What?

As if in slow motion you saw him about to fall forward. Was he asleep!?

“No-n-no-no-!” You swung your arms around his wide shoulders in a panic and threw all your strength against him to stop him falling. Thank goodness your foot was on the floor otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to hold him back. And you knew he was more than likely going to fly into a blinding rage and kick you and Grim out if he had found himself woken up by faceplanting his own bedroom floor.

His head fell toward you and rested on your chest. His breathing was deep.

Oh, my goodness.

The panic set in wondering if Ruggie and Grim were to come back at any second. What would they say if they saw you both like this right now!?

“Hey, Leona, it’s time to wake up…!” You sang shakily, gently jostling him.

Nothing. You sighed forcibly. ‘Okay, let’s try something different.’

You sunk down onto your knee on the bed so you were at least able to see his face properly. In doing so Leona’s head fell into the crook of your neck.

Oh, my goodness(!)

Your eyes widened in shock. In that split second you felt his breath on your neck shivers ran up and down your back, but you swiftly shook your head to get rid of any strange thoughts.

“Leona! Hey!” You were confident he wasn’t going to fall forward anymore with his weight somewhat balanced by your arm around the back of him. You cautiously took your arm from across his chest and pulled his head away by cupping his jaw.

“Hello!? Please wake up(!)”

Nothing. You closed your eyes and pointed your face to the ceiling feeling everything you was doing was pointless.

Of course, the cruel hand of fate decided to deal you another card of misfortune right there and then, didn’t it? Of course your arm, the one essentially supporting his entire weight, gave out and you both fell backwards onto the bed.

Uh-oh.

As luck would have it you were stuck.

“Leona(!) Wake up! Why do you like sleeping so much!?” You questioned with exasperation in your voice.

You tried pulling your arm out from underneath his back but to no avail.

Feeling a mixture of annoyance, desperation and dread, you decided to just give in and wait for Ruggie to find you.

You facepalmed so hard you could cry. ’All I had was one job’

Why were things always happening to you? You couldn’t go one day, it seemed, without some kind of crazy event involving you and Grim. Not to mention this insane contract you believed you could fulfill to free Deuce, Ace and the other students trapped under Azul’s unique magic. But, how else were they going to get free? Who else was going to help them? Even if you had no magic, and you didn’t really know who you were or where you came from, you felt such a pull to help those in need.

Wow. Thinking about your friends really helped calm you down.

You turned your head to find Leona’s sleeping face in your direction. You paused. If it hadn’t have been for this pampered, arrogant lion-man and his straight-laced wolf and snarky hyena, you’d be god knows where. Your eyes roamed over his features taking them in slowly. You’d never seen him up close like this before.

Long eyelashes, sharp nose, lips always seemingly set in a frown, but luckily not right now. Your eyes wandered to his scar and you grew curious about its origins. His hair framed his face so well anyone would fall for him.

He was so stoic, so strong, ego the size of a galaxy, and yet in this very moment he was so gentle...

Leona’s eyes fluttered half-open and you held your breath. What would he think about this situation? How would he react!?

You couldn’t tell if his emerald eyes had focused enough to catch you staring back at him. Was he going to yell? Would he think you did something weird to him?

The answer was no. He went back to sleep.

You laughed suddenly finding the situation incredibly absurd yet hopelessly entertaining.

“What are you doing?” asked Ruggie from the door.

Relief washed over you and you’d never been happier to see the young hyena. “Oh, thank goodness you’re back!”

“What happened?” questioned Grim as he flew into the room. He gasped loudly.

“I’m stuck” You waved your free arm about to show the predicament you were in.

“How did this even happen?” Grim flew around checking you guys out. Ruggie laughed his signature snicker as he pulled his phone out to snap a million photos.

“The great Grim will get you out!” The furry demon grabbed your free arm and started pulling.

“No, Grim-wait-ow-ow-ow!” You cried in pain.

Ruggie lost himself to his laughter but never missed a beat with his photo-taking.

Grim gave up when he realized he couldn’t actually pull you out. You directed a death glare at him.

Ruggie’s laughter subsided and he wiped the tears out of his eyes. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from the Ramshackle Dorm even if I tried”.

“Can you just get him up, please?” You pleaded.

“Alright. Leona!! Wake up now!” Ruggie sighed, grabbed Leona’s wrists and pulled him up into a sitting position; the same move he’d made before.

Leona stretched his arms above his head and let out a long, hard yawn. “Why is everyone so loud!? You’d think I could get 5 more damned minutes of sleep”. He stood up and twisted at the waist working out the cracks in his back. You quickly followed suit getting up off the bed as you rubbed your slightly numb arm. Leona didn’t even seem to notice you were on his bed let alone him crushing a precious limb of yours.

“So, what happened? All you had to do was braid his hair... Was that too hard a task?” asked Ruggie condescendingly.

You ignored his patronising question.

“Well, I managed to get one braid done”, you professed kinda proudly, “but I decided to detangle his hair because, you know, I wouldn’t want to hurt him while braiding so I got my hair brush-“

Ruggie sharply inhaled.

At this moment Leona had wandered out onto the balcony, presumably, to get a moment of peace.

“A brush?” questioned the hyena. His eyes searched and fell upon the offending tool that laid abandoned beside the bed. He shook his head.

“What’s wrong with that?” Grim tilted his head in confusion.

“Look: when you brush a cat-“

“Lion” Leona interjected with a death stare. He’d come back to join the group and narrowed his eyes at Ruggie having heard him call him a ‘cat’.

“Fine. When you brush a…lion, they get comfortable. And when they get comfortable, they…” Ruggie gestured with his hands to coax the answer out of you.

“…fall asleep?” You questioned as you furrowed your brow wondering why he trailed off when he knew the answer.

Within a split second you gasped loudly; eyes widening once the realisation had dawned on you.

“Oh…” You looked over at Leona apologetically who only looked back with a bored stare.

“Yeah…” Ruggie agreed with a scrunched nose. He grinned making a mental reminder to show Jack the photos later. Oh, what juicy, juicy blackmail he now possessed.

“I don’t care what you’re talking about and I’m not standing around here waiting for you to finish.” The King of Beasts ‘hmphed’ and headed out of his room at warp speed.

“How are you not annoyed you only have one braid?” You heard Ruggie ask coming to the side of his prefect. He threw a cheeky grin back at you over his shoulder.

“I got to sleep more. I don’t care. It’s just hair,” answered Leona nonchalantly. The young hyena couldn’t really argue with that.

“I’ll put the other braid in later” said Ruggie. That poor boy probably knew Leona long enough that the lion would be bothered about the lack of braid eventually.

You let out a big sigh and let your body relax now that you were out of that situation. You followed behind the two Savanaclaw boys at a distance.

“Huh…” Grim flew beside you slowly with a paw rubbing his chin in thought.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“If all it takes is one brush to knock him out, we could steal A LOT of rich boy’s stuff,” pondered the small demon loudly with a nodding motion.

You laughed dryly. “Come on, don’t you get any funny ideas”

And with that, off you all went towards the school cafeteria, and towards what would be another crazy day at Night Raven College.

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(I’ve been watching cat videos lately on YT and the inspiration came to me! Our Leona is a big kitty after all!

I’ve not written in a long time so there are mistaaaakes, but thanks for reading!)

#disney's twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader

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here4theheartbreak · 4 years

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Not Breakable (2seok)

AO3 Link Here!

✩ Relationships: Jung Hoseok x Kim Seokjin (2Seok) ✩ Genre(s): Smut

✩ Rating: Explicit ✩ Tags: smut, pwp, hybrids, dirty talk, consensual somnophilia, undernegotiated kink, deer hybrid hoseok, hyena hybrid seokjin, copulatory ties, rough sex, bottom Hoseok, top Seokjin ✩ Summary: Hoseok knows that Jin's struggling intimately. But he worries his only option for helping involves Jin not quite being awake for it.

✩ Word Count: ~3k ✩ A/N: Fulfills the square ‘Hoseok’ for @btsholidaybingo and the September Mini Project for @thebtswritersclub - Prompt: Hybrids

When the two first started dating, no one thought they’d make it. They were just too different. Jin was too over the top, frightening birds from trees with his loud laughter and rambunctious attitude. Hoseok was too silent, skittish and afraid of his own shadow. He walked softly while Jin stormed into a room raring to go. The whitetail and the hyena, predator and prey – no way they’d work out. For a while, their friends were making bets as to how soon they’d break up. But the weeks turned into months, and the month turned into a year, and Hoseok’s belongings ended up in Jin’s house.

But even after all this time, two years and counting, the two were a perfect fit. With one tiny issue. Not really so tiny, if Hoseok was being honest. Their sex life. Hoseok wasn’t unsatisfied by any means. Jin was amazing in bed. But there was always the reality that they simply weren’t compatible hanging over their heads. Jin’s biggest fear was that he’d hurt Hoseok one night during sex. Due to his hyena side, he had the misfortune of having a copulation lock when he came, his tip swelling to the point that pulling free would potentially cause his partner pain. No problem for others that are used to partners with these sorts of ties, but a potential issue for his slender, gentle lover – at least in Jin’s mind.

More than once, Hoseok had scolded him for it; he wasn’t a child, he was nearly as large as Jin size wise, and it was ridiculous stereotypes and generalizations that made Jin see him as incapable of taking the swelling without problem. But of all the things to fight about, it just wasn’t worth it. They still had a great sex life even without Jin finishing inside of him, and it was a nonissue in the rest of their lives. That was, until it suddenly became a far bigger issue than it had before.

Hoseok was awoken one evening to a gentle rocking of their bed. He glared into the dark, letting his eyes adjust. Jin was huffing softly next to him, his whines drawn out and desperate in his sleep. He could feel a steady rutting against his hip. Hoseok looked over, blinking a few times. Jin was on his side, his hips twitching rhythmically. He was humping his leg. Hoseok sat up, moving away from Jin and staring at him in surprise. Jin had never been so desperate since they’d lived together. And it wasn’t like they were neglecting that aspect of their lives; they’d had sex two nights ago. Hoseok reached out, stroking Jin’s soft cheek. He reached up, gently rubbing over the coarse fur of his ears, twitching in his sleep.

“Jin-hyung. Jin, baby,” Hoseok called.

Jin reached out, grabbing his hip and dragging him forcefully back toward him. Hoseok gasped, the movement sending sparks of arousal through his body. Jin was never so rough with him. He felt Jin’s hot breath on his cheek, and his eyes fluttered shut.

This wasn’t right, Jin wasn’t even conscious. He grabbed Jin’s shoulder and shook him hard. “Seokjin!”

Jin yelped sharply, his eyes snapping open. He met Hoseok’s gaze immediately, not needing the moment to adjust.

“What?”

“You’re humping me,” Hoseok said, laughing a little. “Wh—” Jin looked down. “Oh Jesus, I’m sorry.” He backed up quickly, rolling onto his back.

“It’s okay,” Hoseok said, rolling over. He searched Jin’s face in the low light as his hand wandered down Jin’s chest. The dark horizonal stripe of soft, barely there fur over his nose, the twitching of his round, almost lion-esque spotted ears, his inquisitive dark eyes. “It was kinda sexy.”

“Yeah?” Jin asked softly.

Hoseok nodded. He cupped Jin’s crotch. “Do you want something? Were you having a good dream?”

Jin’s eyes fluttered shut and he nodded. “Of you.”

“What was I doing, Jin-hyung?” Hoseok slid his hand into Jin’s shorts, finding his cock and giving it a gentle stroke.

“I was fucking you.”

“Fucking me?” Hoseok teased. “Hard?”

Jin nodded, his eyes squeezing tightly when Hoseok’s grip tightened.

“Do you wanna fuck me right now?”

“I’m already close, it wouldn’t be good for you,” Jin gritted out.

“It would if you didn’t pull out, I’m sure,” Hoseok began. Jin went tense under him, and Hoseok sighed. “I know. You have to.”

“I just don’t want to hurt you,” Jin explained. He pushed Hoseok’s hand away from his crotch and leaned forward, kissing his nose. “You know I love you.”

“I know.” Hoseok twitched his nose, smiling a little. Jin reached up, stroking the sensitive skin surrounding Hoseok’s antlers. “Get some sleep, little deer.”

“What about you?”

“It’ll soften, I’m okay. I’ll try not to hump you like a horny teenager again.”

“I really don’t mind,” Hoseok pressed.

Jin nodded. “I know. Just get some sleep.”

Hoseok sighed and rolled onto his side, letting Jin cuddle up against his back. With their bodies slotted so well, Hoseok could feel Jin, still half hard, against his ass. He felt guilty, not helping him come when he so desperately needed it, but he’d never push himself on Jin like that. It was just a wet dream, nothing to worry about, he figured.

Until it happened again. And again. For a week solid, even on nights the two had made love, Hoseok was awoken to Jin’s hips rocking a sensual rhythm against his side, butt, thigh, or hip. The first few times he woke Jin, feeling guilty, but after a while he just let him finish himself in his boxers, which would usually rouse Jin anyway.

One Saturday morning after yet another nocturnal humping session, Hoseok knew they had to talk about it.

“I don’t think you’re being pleased in bed, Jin-hyung.”

Jin choked on his mouthful of eggs, eyes bulging. He laughed, a sharp, startling noise. “What?”

“Almost every night this week… You’ve humped me in your sleep. Is it me? It’s okay if it is. I know I’m not…” Hoseok shrugged.

“What? No, God, no, Hobi. You’re my world. You are perfectly pleasing in every way.”

“Then why?”

Jin shrugged. He rose, turning to the sink.

“I love you, Jin-hyung.” Jin’s rough paintbrush of a tail gave a halfhearted wag, giving away his worries even without him saying it. Hoseok rose, wrapping his arms around Jin’s middle.

“I love you,” He said more firmly, chuckling when Jin’s tail whacked the inside of his leg a little harder. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t know what’s causing it. I feel bad that it’s waking you up though.” His ears flattened, distressed. “I don’t like annoying you.”

“You never annoy me, Jin-hyung. Do you want me to start helping you out?”

“What do you mean?”

Hoseok shrugged, kissing over Jin’s shoulder. “It’s kinda sexy, if I’m being honest. I wish I knew what was causing it, but as long as it’s not me… I could help you resolve it.”

“You want to jerk me off in my sleep?”

“That or you know… I know you like other things I do.”

Jin shivered, and Hoseok chuckled. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“You’d do that?”

“Mhm. As long as I have your permission.”

“Granted,” Jin turned, grabbing Hoseok’s ear and scratching it playfully. “You are such a tease.”

“I learned it from you. Now, we promised Jimin we’d go visit him today. Get dressed.”

Jin laughed hard, almost a cackle that used to startle Hoseok nearly out of his skin. Now he loved it.

Jin nuzzled his soft, oversized ears, making Hoseok sigh contentedly. He stepped back, letting Jin head to the bedroom.

It was only two nights later when it happened again. Hoseok was rocked awake by Jin’s humping. He sighed softly, gazing at his face for a few minutes before nodding to himself. He shifted and rolled so he was facing Jin. Slow and steady, he nudged Jin’s boxers down low enough to grasp his cock.

Jin’s cock throbbed in his palm. Hoseok wet his lips, ears twitching forward for any sound from his sleeping lover. Silence, save for a soft, sleepy snore that sounded more like a growl than anything. He slid down, pushing the boxers down further. Jin’s cock was an angry purple, precome dribbling freely from the slit. Hoseok whined, feeling terrible for his lover’s predicament. He’d help this time. He was going to make it better. He lowered his head, wrapping his lips around the tip.

Jin reacted even in his sleep, his hips twitching and his tail giving a happy thump on the mattress. Hoseok chuckled, swiping over Jin’s tip to catch the precome. He always dripped so much; Hoseok wondered if he’d ever be able to slide in just with precome as lube. Maybe they’d try it one day. But for now...

Hoseok bobbed his head along Jin’s cock, nostrils flaring as he breathed deeply. He slid a hand back, tugging his own tail. He whined; God he wished Jin would be rough like that sometimes. He lifted his head off Jin’s cock, spitting in his hand and returning it.

He circled two fingers around his puckered hole as he worked Jin’s cock with his mouth.

It was a fucking travesty; any man with a hyena mate should never have an ass this tight. He wanted to be well and thoroughly fucked open. He just needed to show Jin. He wasn’t some weak little fawn. In the two days between Jin’s permission and now, Hoseok had done his research. Though coming was fine and satisfactory for people in Jin’s situation it was often not enough. Fake toys, things to give that tightness and that pleasure would work, but Hoseok wasn’t about to let his boyfriend use a piece of plastic when he was right there.

Hoseok drove his fingers in, working his ass open quick and steady. He was still trying to listen for sounds of Jin waking, but so far heard nothing but those adorable, sleepy moans.

The reality of what he was doing hit him then, and his stomach twisted as a spike of arousal shot through him. All these months, teasing and aching to feel Jin’s climax, Jin’s anxiety and suffering, so afraid to hurt him. It was all going to end.

Hoseok’s ass clamped around the three fingers buried inside himself, and he knew he was ready. Slow and steady he moved back up, adding more lube to his hole and a bit to Jin’s cock. He laid next to him, pulling Jin’s arm around his waist once more, ass pressed against Jin’s hard, warm cock.

It only took a few minutes for the humping to begin. Hoseok smiled, feeling Jin’s fingers tightening around his middle. He reached back, twisting his hips and spreading his ass. He gasped when Jin’s cock bumped his hole, a little disappointed when it didn’t slide home. He twisted his hips back, eager to help his lover.

Two more desperate pumps then — There it went. Hoseok gasped when Jin’s cock tip slid into his ass. He settled down and back, letting his boyfriend’s nocturnal needs guide the way. Jin was still fast asleep, huffing against the back of Hoseok’s neck. His thrusts were already becoming a little quicker, tip swelling just a little thanks to the blowjob Hoseok had given. He wanted to guarantee Jin would come inside.

Hoseok’s cock throbbed as Jin rubbed his prostate, but he kept his hands away, reaching back to lightly stroke Jin’s hip instead. He whined and moaned, begging Jin under his breath, more, deeper, harder.

Jin tensed a little, his teeth scraping Hoseok’s shoulder as he snarled. He was so close, here’s where he always pulled out when he was awake. Hoseok’s grip tightened just a little on his hip, and he began to fuck himself back on Jin’s cock, his ass giving in to take his full length. The tip was swollen enough that the stretch against Hoseok’s tip when he pulled back was uncomfortable. Just a little more—

“Hobi—“ Jin’s voice was gruff with sleep and arousal.

“Jin-hyung,” Hoseok whined. “Fuck me, please.”

He looked back, meeting Jin’s half-awake gaze. “Come in me.”

The words seemed to snap all sleepiness from Jin’s mind. He immediately jerked back, hissing when his tip snagged on Hoseok’s rim. “I gotta—“

Hoseok slammed back down, twisting his upper body back to kiss Jin. “You gotta come. I know your body needs this. It’s okay.”

Jin whined, his short nails biting into Hoseok’s hips. His ears flatted out, tail thumping weakly. “Hurt you—“ he gasped, fighting with his body.

“It won’t,” Hoseok whispered. “I’m not some breakable fawn, Jin-hyung. Use me, take me how I deserve. I wanna feel like your mate, please.”

Jin grimaced, hesitation still clear on his face. Hoseok closed his eyes and moaned loudly, his voice shifting almost into a bleat.

Jin cried out sharply, driving in deeper. Hoseok repeated the cry, reaching back and holding himself open.

Jin growled low in his throat, his resistance weakening.

“Please—“ Hoseok begged, pressing his whole body against Jin as he twitched his ass back onto his cock. Jin’s growl sharpened into a snarl.

He shoved Hoseok onto his belly, following the motion to roll atop him without pulling out. He grabbed Hoseok’s stub tail, tugging it playfully as he fucked into him.

Hoseok shouted into the pillow, bucking back against him. Jin leaned forward. He grabbed Hoseok’s antlers, using them to yank Hoseok up until he was on his knees, his back against Jin’s sweat slicked chest. He fucked into him hard and fast, his tip engorged enough now that each outward thrust tugged Hoseok’s rim hard.

“Hobi—“ Jin croaked, his voice gruff once more with lust. He was so close, Hoseok could smell it.

“Jin-hyung,” Hoseok whispered back.

“Tell me you want it. Please, I— Lemme hear you.”

Hoseok smirked. “I want it,” he whispered. “I’ve waited so long— I want you to come in me, please— Nobody’s ever—“ he gasped as Jin’s cock caught against. “Want you to be the only one... Only one to fill me— Please—“

“Only?” Jin huffed. “Fuck— Hobi—“ he dropped his hands from Hoseok’s antlers and wrapped them around his waist. He fucked into him with abandon, his thrusts bruisingly hard.

Hoseok moaned through it, his entire body shuddering. Jin snarled his name and Hoseok felt it. The hot fluid spilling deep inside him. Jin’s tip was swollen, caught deep in the ridges of Hoseok’s channel. Hoseok shuddered.

Jin’s cock throbbed against his prostate. He stroked himself twice; that and the steady twitching finally sending him over his own edge. He gasped Jin’s named as his cock spilled, come dribbling down his shaft and over his hand. Jin grunted, fingers squeezing when Hoseok clamped down on his cock.

Hoseok fell forward, barely able to hold himself up as his orgasm faded. Jin was still locked deep in him, still throbbing. Jin guided them down onto the bed, side by side.

As Jin’s body relaxed, he slipped free, leaving Hoseok loose and leaking.

“I hurt you…” Jin lamented.

“Not even a little. It felt amazing, Jin-hyung.”

“You never told me that,” Jin whispered, his face buried in Hoseok��s back. “That nobody’s ever come in you.”

“I didn’t want you to feel bad about not doing it. But I’m fine, Jin-hyung, don’t you see? All that time you were anxious… We could have been like this. Please don’t stop yourself from taking that pleasure anymore.”

“I got so rough with you.”

“Because it’s your nature.”

“You’re so soft, so gentle,” Jin worried, burying his nose in Hoseok’s soft hair. He reached down, stroking his fingers over Hoseok’s tail, hot and damp between their bodies. “I pulled your tail…”

“And I loved it, Jin-hyung, please. I would have told you if I didn’t like it, wouldn’t I have? Have I ever hidden anything from you before?”

“I suppose you haven’t,” Jin conceded.

“And I wouldn’t this time. I could do without the snarling, I swear you’ve never gotten so loud during sex, but if it shows you’re really loving it… I’ll accept it. Maybe just not in my ear.”

Jin cackled, and Hoseok winced, laughing himself. “Yeah, like that.”

“Sorry… You’re really not hurt?”

“Not even a little. I’m sorry I forced myself on you like that, I just—” He shrugged. “I needed to prove a point and you weren’t giving me a chance.”

“I get. I’m glad you did. I’ll listen to you more, I promise. You’re right. You aren’t some breakable fawn, you’re a grown man and you’ve put me in my place more than once. You deserve to be listened to like the equal you are in this house.”

Hoseok smiled softly. He shifted carefully, rolling to face Jin. “Thank you for that. It means a lot to hear.”

Jin leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Hoseok’s mouth.

“By the way, you using my antlers as handles?” Hoseok mumbled.

“Yeah?” Jin pulled back.

“You should do it more.”

“That was really fun,” Jin admitted, smirking. He stroked over the length of one, brushing his fingers through Hoseok’s hair when he reached the base. “They finally have a use besides making you pretty and scratching up our walls.”

Hoseok pouted, punching Jin playfully in the chest.

“Hey, don’t be mean. These are my pride and joy.”

“I said they make you look beautiful!” Jin argued, rubbing where Hoseok smacked. Hoseok laughed, nuzzling against him.

“You’d better think so.” He stifled a yawn against Jin’s shoulder. Jin hugged him close.

“Go to sleep.”

“You too. Don’t run off on me now.”

“Never. You’ve got me for life,” Jin promised, kissing Hoseok’s forehead. The two settled under the covers, and Hoseok smiled a little.

For as long as the two had struggled with that one thing – the fact that it was finally resolved felt amazing. He drifted to sleep easily, comforted by the steady heartbeat of his lover.

#btsguild #thebtswritersclub #networkbangtan #btsbookclub #bangtanhq #btswriterscollective #bangtanxm #boymeetsmxm #kwritersworldnet #mywriting #2seok #smut #bottom!hoseok #hybrids #bts smut

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insanityclause · 3 years

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Ever wonder what lions, cheetahs, and bears get up to at night? Apple TV+'s new nature docuseries, Earth at Night in Color, lifts the darkened curtain and shines a light on some never-before-seen action.

Narrated by Tom Hiddleston (Loki), the series is filmed across six continents and uses state-of-the-art technology to capture some of nighttime's elusive creatures in their natural habitats.

Alex Williamson, founder of Offspring Films and the series' executive producer (he previously worked for BBC's Natural History Unit), says when it came to Earth at Night in Color, "our working idea was 'same planet, different world.' We are so used to seeing the natural world by day, that many of the stories have become familiar on TV, but very few people have ever stopped to look at what happens after dark."

Below, Williamson talks to TV Insider about what viewers can expect from this visually stunning series.

This series is filled with eye-opening moments – what behaviors or nighttime activity do you think viewers will be most shocked to learn about?

Alex Williamson: More than half of the planet's animals are nocturnal and we know virtually nothing about what they get up to. One shocking, never-before captured behavior was following hyenas hunting elephants. Our cameras followed a powerful clan of about six or seven hyenas systematically hunting an elephant calf. The calf's mother was its only hope of survival – it was an extraordinary scene for our teams to witness and totally unexpected.

(Credit: Apple TV+)

Perhaps not as shocking but maybe more surprising was the transformation that happened to cheetahs after dark. By day they are perfectly adapted hunters, but very few people dreamed they would hunt at night. Our cameras showed that for a few nights around each full moon they continue to hunt through the night.

The show captures footage in locations around the globe, Where was it most difficult to shoot?

No one had ever attempted to follow jaguars in Brazil's Pantanal at night before, so we had to figure everything out from scratch. The cats are elusive and shy and only filmmable from boats, which posed a problem with the low light technology.

Following the cats on a boat laden with heavy — and expensive — equipment was nothing short of treacherous. A lot of research and collaboration with leading engineers, as well as big cat field experts, enabled us to make it all happen.

So, any favorite animals?

My favorite nocturnal animals are tiny primates called tarsiers. We filmed them in the jungles of Sulawesi. They are just brilliantly adapted to the night. They look like baby gremlins with independently adjustable ears and huge over-sized eyes. Their night vision is 100x more sensitive than ours – which, coincidentally, is about the same as our night cameras, so we could finally see their jungle world like they do.

So given all the locations and the work involved, how long did the project take to film?

It took two-and-a-half years to make. One of the most challenging aspects was that we had to film most of our stories in a narrow window of a few nights on either side of the full moon. This was the only time when the moonlight was bright enough for our cameras to get an exposure. A single cloud bank could render an entire night unusable.

(Credit: Apple TV+)

What went into your choice of narrator?

Tom Hiddleston was simply brilliant to work with. His storytelling tone is perfect for natural history; he brings character, warmth, and has the most elegant, classy tone. We spent a huge amount of time working out who we wanted to voice the series. Because it's set at night, our first instinct was to go with a deep, dark, sinister voiceover, but when we experimented with those kinds of voices the whole series started to feel too unsettling.

Instead we decided to try the opposite approach; to look for a voice that was warm and could bring the characters to life. For months we experimented by editing in different voices over our footage to see how they carried the material, and when we heard Tom we instantly knew he was perfect. Plus, he was brilliant company to spend lockdown on Zoom working with.

Earth at Night in Color, Streaming now, Apple TV+

#Tom Hiddleston #Earth at Night in Color #Apple TV+#h/t honeyfromtheweed

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 3 years

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Chapter 2: Bring on the Mania. Pt 3

"Damn, I forgot how this place was." Amane stated in awe as they went inside. Crouching down to a nearby flower bed, and examined it. "I thought this place went to shit with how that crow was so eager to take the money."

"He probably spent half of the money on his trip during winter break." Grim scoffed.

"Still not letting that go, huh?" Valerie asked, re-adjusting her hold on him.

"No, I won't! That birdbrain left us when we needed him the most!" He exclaimed. Valerie was about to reply when a loud growl resounded through the area. A sense of deja vu hit Valerie, especially when a familiar lion came to view.

"Damn it, Herbivore, that familiar of yours is too loud again. Either shut it up, or I will." Leona warned. Coming out from his usual nap spot, baring his teeth, and his piercing eyes glaring down at her. However, despite the threat, Valerie gave him an endearing smile.

"Hello, Leona. I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep. We'll try to be quieter." She apologized. He regarded her for a moment before letting out a scoff.

"Just be careful next time, Herbivore. Otherwise, you would have been my snack." His lips formed into a lazy smirk, and his eyes filled with a devilish glint on his eyes.

"So, who the fuck is he?" He inquired, finally noticing Amane. Who had a carnal look, biting his lips as his eyes travel up and down his body. Winking when their eyes connected.

"Well, Mr. Fuckable. I'm Amane Mania a REAL pleasure to meet you~" He strutted over, using her head as an armrest and propping his face, flashing Leona a coy smile. Leona backed up a bit when he did that.

If it wasn't for his looks and scent, he would have thought he might be related to Rook, with his flamboyant nature and predatory stare.

Ugh, another hunter to keep his guard up, how annoying.

"What are you doing with the Herbivore?" He pressed, glared daggers at him. Seeing how casual he is with her, and judging from her 'I'm used to this' face, he can assume they're friends.

"I'm staying with her for two days. This place is pretty good so far, especially half of the boys here are eye-candy, such as yourself~" He purred the last part, and biting his lower lip.

"This school is fucking huge, but I'm lucky Sugar tits is my guide."

Both of them jumped when an audible growl escaped Leona's lips. A scowl formed on his face, his eyes zeroed in on Amane, fangs visible and sharp. Leona's ears twitched, and his tail sweep side to side. Grim, who knew about his anger, hid in Valerie's clothes, and sensing the hostility, Lisha flew in front of them, talons ready to attack.

"What did you call her?" He clenched his jaw, voice filled with tightness with all the ire he's been building.

Thankfully, Valerie understood the cause of her senior's irritation. She quickly pulled Lisha to her bosom and tried to reason with him.

"I-It's alright, I'm used to the nickname, though crude. It's still very Amane." She gave him a reassuring smile, but he still wasn't convinced. He took a step forward, sniffed the midnight blue-haired man.

Usually, he would make a crass joke or an attempt to flirt, but Valerie and Grim, who peeked out her shirt, read his thoughts and shook their heads at whatever Amane wanted to say. It was better to endure it than saying something that he might regret.

After a few more agonizing seconds, Leona pulled back. He wrinkled his nose. His face was a mixture of realization and annoyance. "Ugh. So this was the guy you've been with Herbivore?"

He must have been referring to Amane's recovery period. Come to think of it, half of the beastmen, including Leona and Ruggie, seemed irritated whenever she came near them. The dorm leader pointed out that she smelled like another man and proceeded to cuddle with her to get rid of the smell.

Even Azul, Jade, and Floyd were upset at the change of her scent. Prompting Floyd to kidnapped her whenever he sees her and bringing her to the Monstro Lounge to squeeze her, trying to remove whatever tainted his little sea bunny.

"Oi Leona, there you are." A new voice rang out. A young hyena came to view, wearing a tired expression on his face.

"Tch. The annoying one is here." Leona grumbled, shooting the hyena an irked look.

"Seriously, you won't graduate if you keep this up." Ruggie remarked. His eyes drifted, finally noticing the school's only girl and a new face.

"Hey, Valerie. Who is that?" He asked, pointing at Amane.

"The guy that Herbivore's been with." Leona answered for her instead. A look of stunned realization appeared on Ruggie's face as he took another look at Amane. The latter rolled his eyes.

"Relax, Mr. Fuckable, I'm not into girls. She just helped me get better." The hetero eyed male confessed, folding his arms behind his head.

"Pfftt, Mr. Fuckable" Ruggie turned his head away. Cackles threaten to escape his mouth if it wasn't for Leona shooting him a death glare.

"Aww, don't think I didn't have one for you, baby boy." Ruggie jerked when he found himself trapped between a tree and Amane's body.

The hyena shrunk when he found himself being stared down by Amane's lustful gaze. The taller male's cheeks were flushed, and a seductive smile formed across his lips, with a hint of drool. Ruggie trembled from where he stood, and sweat dripped from his forehead. The poor hyena's eyes darted to Leona in a silent plea for help, but he was snickering at his predicament.

Lucky for him help came in another way. The small strix freed herself from the brunette's hold and dived down upon the male. Lisha harshly tugged on his hair with surprising strength for her size; the poor male yelped in pain and fell flat on this butt.

Ruggie let out a large exhalation of pent-up breath. He tried to calm his heart with minimal success. That stare...It reminded him of someone, as well as the lack of understanding of personal space. He shuddered at the thought.

Amane gritted his teeth from the bird's assault. Reaching back, he grabbed the small bird. The man grimaced when Lisha started to peck his hands.

"Ow! Come on Lish, give me a break." The man begged, but the strix just shot him a disapproving glare. He opened his mouth to give the bird a snarky remark but felt a harsh tugging on his ear, forcing him to stand up and let go of Lisha. Valerie kept a firm grip on his ear, dragging him to the storage room. There was an all too happy expression on her face.

"Amane, we have no time for this. You can make other people uncomfortable later. See you guys!" She waved her seniors' goodbye as she power walk to the storage room. Her smile seemed to grow the more she heard Amane's pained shrieks, who immediately noticed.

"Ow! The fuck! Are you enjoying my pain!?"

"What do you think?"

The two Savanaclaw students watched the unusual pair with slight amusement.

"Heh, that guy won't survive with Herbivore." A smirk made it's on Leona's lips as they watched Amane constantly tripping on his feet to keep up with her.

"Shishishishishsi~ That boy won't survive the day."

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They left the botanical garden with Valerie carrying a basket full of magnolia petals, making their way back to Crewel's lab. Though, Amane had a sour look on his face.

"Was the dragging me all the way necessary?" Amane queried. He rubbed his ear; it was still red and burning.

"You deserved it for getting into his personal space." She coolly replied, not even looking at him.

"Well, you can't blame for being a little flirty with that guy. He had some cuteness mixed with his wild look." He licked his lips as he thought back on Ruggie. The hyena's wide-eyed and nervous look was delicious to him. The girl merely rolled her eyes.

Loud footsteps stopped the duo in their tracks and sounded like it was headed their way. Shouts were heard, almost like-

"SEA BUNNY!"

Ah, she knew that voice.

Hastily, she shoved Grim --Who let out a protest--, and the basket onto Amane's arms, much to the latter's confusion. He didn't have time to question when a figure barreled onto her, scooping her up and spinning her around.

"Sea bunny I missed you." An insane voice giggled as he spun her around. He finally stopped though he still carried her, and Amane can get a good look at him. A ridiculously tall male with turquoise hair and a black streak held Valerie like a rag doll, sporting a manic grin on his face.

"Oya,oya~ Floyd, don't be so rough on her." A male identical to the first one came to view. He was more neatly dressed compared to the manic male holding Valerie, who looked like he didn't give a fuck about how he looked. Scrutinizing further, they were heterochromatic like him.

"And don't spin her around. You'll give her a headache." Another smooth voice chided 'Floyd' a third male came to view, he was his height and had silvery hair and glasses. A displeased look etched on his features as he watched 'Floyd' swing Valerie like a pendulum.

"But, I miss Sea bunny so much." He whined, frowning at the shorter male. "I didn't get to see her the whole morning, and you kept me busy at lunch."

His miffed expression was replaced with a cheerful one as he admired her, nuzzling his face on hers. "Mmmm, Sea bunny, I want attention."

Valerie chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry you didn't get to see me. I was busy showing my friend around.

"Your friend?" Floyd looked up to her.

"I believe she means the gentleman with her." The neater twin remarked, finally letting Amane be known by the other two. The silvery haired male gazed at him intently, as if assessing his value, the neater twin gave him a closed-eyed smile, but Amane felt something off about it. Floyd just gave him a blank stare, but his mouth stretched into a grin, like a cat finding a new toy to play with.

But. Amane only had one thought...

"The hell? Your friends with a hot mafia?" He never thought Valerie would involve herself with a criminal group, a good-looking one at that.

"Um, no. They're students." She admitted and turned to Floyd, flashing a cute smile at him.

"Could you let me down now? I'm still delivering something for professor Crewel." She kindly requested. He narrowed his eyes, lips forming a pout. Valerie flinched when she felt his arms tightening around her, but she didn't lose her smile. Instead, she leaned into his face and gave him butterfly kisses.

Amane nearly dropped the monsters and basket in shock. "What the fuck?"

He stared wide-eyed at the scene before him. What's even more jarring is that Lisha didn't even bother to thrash.

"Don't worry, this is normal. Besides Jade, Valerie can calm him down with affection, which honestly works with almost all her friends." Grim explained. Grim had a deadpan look on his face, far too used to her actions. Lisha, her whole body was twitching, itching to peck the tall man. He brought his eyes back to the original scene. Floyd was visibly calming down, that crazed smile coming back to his face.

"Mmmm, Sea bunny's kisses are the best." He mumbled, nuzzling onto her more.

The other two weren't as happy. Jade's smile became strained as he watched his brother soak all her attention like a sponge, while the shorter male was more vocal about his displeasure.

"Floyd, that's enough. Put her down now." The sternness in his voice is evident, pushing up his glasses, eyeing at him with slight jealousy.

"If you don't, I'll have Jade feed you mushrooms for a week."

Almost instantly. Floyd instantly dropped the girl, who landed on her butt. Groaning from the impact, she picked herself up and walked back to Amane, taking back the basket; and her monsters.

"So, you gonna introduce me to them?" Amane must know the names of these possible dom daddies.

"Allow me." The silvery male started. "My name is Azul Ashegrotto, dorm leader of Octavinelle, my vice Jade Leech and his brother Floyd." Gesturing to the twins.

"I believe your Amane Mania?" A honeyed smile formed on Azul's face when he said those words. It wasn't a question, more like a statement.

"You made quite a name here. Being acquainted with the school's sweetheart and flirting with several of the students. Some already developed an infatuation with you."

Amane smirked. "Of course they do. No one can resist this firecracker. Speaking of which..."

Amane happily skipped towards Azul, who stiffened upon seeing Amane towering over him thanks to his shoes. Azul felt a lump on his throat when he met Amane's eyes, dilated pupils filled with intense longing. Azul glanced over to the twins, begging for their help, but received callous smiles on their faces.

Seeing where this was going, Lisha flew up and was about to unleash an onslaught of pecks; when Floyd held her back.

"Don't Lantern shark. I want to see what happens." The strix slightly narrowed her eyes at him, questioning why did he stop her. The eel just sent her a grin and gestured in front of them.

"You know." The man started. Amane took a small lock of hair between his fingers, twirling and kissing it.

"You have such an irresistible face, and that voice of yours could get anyone hot and bothered." He purred sensually. Amane relished his heated face and leaned down to his ear.

"Why don't you and me, after school got to your room and tell me all your darkest desires. I can make them happen, daddy~."

Amane could hear the hitch on his throat. He leaned back, internally snickering upon seeing Azul's face redder than blood. He poked his finger on his chest, slowly dragged it up till it reached his chin. He tilted his head, making them lock eyes.

"So, what's it going to be?"

Azul struggled to form a sentence. Never in his life, he dealt with something like this before. He can deal with rowdy students, deceptive clients, or even foolish familiars. But, he can't deal with amorous individuals.

Amane hummed in delight, enjoying the way Azul falls apart from his words and touch. Enjoying his little show, that he didn't notice two towering skyscrapers on either side of him.

"Excuse me." A calm voice said. "Will you please stop flustering our dorm leader."

Amane glance beside him and did a double-take on both sides.

The twins may be hot like an underwater volcano, but they unnerved him a bit. Jade's smile never fully reached his eyes, and he studied him like some sort of experiment. While Floyd inspected him with gleefully deranged curiosity, sharp teeth on full display.

Not that he minded.

"Heh, heh, you really made Azul tongue-tied Dolphin." Floyd had an inane grin on his face.

"Dolphin?" Amane furrowed his brow, looking at the wild twin strangely.

"My brother gives nicknames out of affection, and he seems to be taking quite the liking to you." Jade answered, removing his hand from his shoulder.

Amane pursed his lips at the new piece of information before a familiar smirk was back on his lips and fully faced the twins. He let out an appreciative whistle. Damn, those two were tall. He wondered if they were just as endowed behind their pants?

Meanwhile, using this as a distraction. Azul silently crept far away from the wanton male and to the school's sweetheart.

"I'm sorry if Amane came too strong. Are you alright?" She offered him an apologetic smile. She re-adjusted her hold on Grim and the basket to hold gently hold his hand, an attempt to comfort him from his experience.

She tilted her in confusion upon witnessing Azul turned his head slightly to avoid her eyes.

"Ehh, you okay, Azul?" She asked, still retaining her smile.

"Your face is getting a little red. Do you have a fever?" He snapped back to attention. Azul coughed, gently taking away his hand from her hold and straightening his uniform.

"I'm fine, Angelfish. Your friend was just... Very forward in his flirting methods, I was just a bit overwhelmed, that's all." He reassured, a small smile gracing his face. She returned it; before realizing something.

"Oh, man! I forgot to deliver these to professor Crewel!" She exclaimed in panic. She hastily brought Azul down and kissed his cheek.

"It's good to see you and the twins, but I have to go! Come on Amane!" She shouted towards the incubus, who currently seemed to cower under the twins' gazes. The hetero eyed male seemed relieved of her interference; he grabbed her hand and ran, fast.

"What happened to you? I thought you were flirting with those guys?" Grim inquired. He seemed all coy when he had their attention.

"Let's just say those two are weirder than me." The tone in his voice made it clear he didn't want to continue talking. He hoped that in the future, he'll have fewer interactions with those saltwater cryptids.

Jade watched in amusement, on seeing the Amane dragging Valerie away and far from them as possible.

"Ehh, where's Dolphin going with Sea bunny?" Floyd's lips curled into a pout. He wanted to play with him more. He was so fun~

"She has a delivery for professor Crewel" Azul stated. He was still busy calming his heart and cooling his face from the kiss. That girl will be the death of him.

"Though it is best to keep an eye on him, he could be a valuable client." The octo-mer added. A smirk made its way on his face, the twins mirrored it.

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 5 years

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Humans are Space Orcs “My Humans”

Ok guys I had a TON of fun writing this one. There is a guy on you-tube I watch who raises lions and hyenas and he can go into their enclosures and stuff because they have known him from a young age, and I just thought how funny it would be to make humans the dangerous animals in that same style. I hope you all like it as much as I did. Tell me what you think of the style, its completely new to me, and I don’t know if it’s any good. :)

The feed brightens from black to a grainy white before the picture slowly resolves. The image is of a room tilted at a half angle shaking slightly as someone shifts in the background. You can just see a window in the back far corner. Space glitters in through an inky blackness dotted with a smattering of glittering white, blue and red pinpricks. The camera tilts slowly around, and a face comes into view. It is an inhuman face dark brown in color with large prismatic orange eyes and short antae atop it’s rounded head. It adjusts the picture to the horizontal straightening out the canted view of the room.

“Ok….. it says it’s on.” The creature clears his throat and straightens up, “So for introductions, I am Dr. Krill of the Vrul chief medical officer aboard the human vessel U.S.S Harbinger I have been working with humans for well over a year and a half now. Some say I am the leading expert in the field.” He turns in a circle and heads towards the door, the camera shakes a bit as the room recedes into the background, “I don’t know about that, but I do have the most experience. I have been writing reports on the human’s behavior for some time now, but some comments have been made about my potential biases. Others have pointed out that I am not, in fact a behavioral expert and have asked for video footage on the subject of humans to make their own judgements.” He passes through a door into another hallway flipping the camera around so the viewers can see the long space ahead. Compared to the camera height, the hallway is very tall.

“So I thought it would be prudent at first to introduce you to some of my humans let you know a little about them.” He steps through another doorway, “First of all I am here to dispel a lot of negative rumors that have been going around about humans lately, and let you all see the truth of humans, the good side of them. First off, I am going to be addressing the idea that ‘humans are the most animalistic sentient species in the galaxy’ I personally think this is a dumb statement, first off it makes no sense, and second off it can be intermitted many ways. Yes, humans are more in touch with their animal instincts than a lot of us, they have lots of primitive nonverbal communication, a strict social hierarchy led by unwritten social rules, and they do tend to act on their instincts a little more than we do. However humans are also remarkably smart, and very easy to bond with.”

He passes up a set of metal stairs clattering and clanging while the camera bobs back and forth “Humans are a very pack-oriented creature, and this instinct has allowed them to bond with many other species. I would estimate that my acceptance aboard the ship took about a week to set in and a little under a month to fully form. At that point the humans will accept you as one of their own and place you within the social hierarchy. Human hierarchy tends to have a very pyramid like structure with an alpha human at the top followed by their Betas and then going on down the latter. I would place myself somewhere in the Betas of this human pack.” He turns a corner and stops before a door, “I am about to introduce you to one of my favorite humans, he is the leader of the pack but actually one of the most affable of the humans. It is important to note that each human has a fascinatingly distinct personalities, very colorful characters. This humans name is Vir, and I would characterize him as very social, surprisingly juvenile, but aggressively loyal and laid back for, so here let’s just go in and say hi.”

He turns the camera back towards the door, which clatters lightly before swinging open. It takes a moment for the camera to adjust to the darkness, but when it does you can see the silhouette of a large figure cured atop a strange platform- like object. “Humans use up a lot of energy during the day, and when they nest at night they have to find somewhere dark and soft to do it. Now, imposing on a human’s sleep is not recommended, so we have to feel things out to make sure he’s going to be ok seeing us. I may be part of their pack but every day I have to remain wary and am very careful with how I approach humans.”

The camera zooms in on the figure which churns rolls and then sits up. A single large, forward-facing eyes greet them from the darkness flashing with light from the hallway. It tilts it’s head blinking as the pupils quickly constrict against the light, “This human is a male approximately 26 solar cycles old, 6,2 and 205 pounds with athletic body composition aside from a missing leg and a missing eye, unlike other species humans accept the survival of extreme injury as a status symbol.”

The camera picks up a series of guttural grumbles, hums, hisses and clicks as the human opens its mouth teeth glittering against the incoming light.

“Now, see, right here, he’s protecting his territory wants to make sure I know what I am getting myself into and asking me what I am doing.” More hissing and humming, “He’s warning me, but something I’ve learned to do to calm a human.” The camera turns a little just so you can see his face silhouetted against the backdrop of light. He opens his mouth very wide before, “Yawning is thought to be a social symbol for letting others know everything is ok. It’s contagious.” He turns the camera around, and the large human has a paw over his mouth chest rising with a very deep breath. He stops ad turns to look at the camera.

“See, he will probably let me approach now.” The light flicks on momentarily blinding the camera as it struggles to focus. The human makes a pained mewing sound as he holds his paw up towards the light. Its face is very expressive under a creamy white skin and a dusting of tawny fur atop its head. The tips of its digits glitter with strange translucent claws.

The human grows bigger in the lens as Krill moves closer right up to where the creature is lying. The large head turns to follow the progress single jade eye blinking from deep within its socket. The grumbling noises rise up from the creature’s chest as its teeth flash, “It may look intimidating, but this human knows me, and wouldn’t be likely to hurt me. Humans are very curious, so he will want to know what I am doing in his territory at this time. Now if he really wanted to, as leader of the pack, he could make me leave at any time, but due to his curiosity, I bet he won’t.” The human snorted ejecting a puff of air from flared nostrils.

“See that, right there, humans have a lot of nonverbal noises they use to communicate. That one is exasperation or annoyance. It’s not really a sign of danger in a human but an indication they are willing to put up with you.” The human rolled its eyes flashing the white sclera of its strange orbs towards camera before shifting towards the edge of its sleeping space and throwing off the sheets in which it was wrapped. The camera quickly zooms In on the missing leg before panning out to capture the creature as it raises its hands above its head arches it’s back, flexes it’s arms and cranes it’s neck.

Its strange pink tongue runs over its teeth as it yawns again.

“The human muscular system is very fluid rich, this behavior right here helps the human to prepare for movement by moving fluid into the correct places and recalibrating feedback systems that allow it to move.” The human finishes its stretch and turns to look at Krill, the eye flickers towards Krill and then the camera. It growls, and then with one paw, it swipes at the camera.

“Now, that may have looked aggressive, and I suppose it could have been but that’s what happens when humans get confused and curious. He just wants to know wat I am doing.”

The human sit back with a reproachful expression on his face shakes its head quickly back and forth and then flops backwards with an exaggerated sigh still eyeing Krill with that one green eye. “Now this is rather large for a male human, the average height being around 5’11, but he is by no means the largest male on the ship. Human hierarchy isn’t denoted by size or gender, but rather, the entire human race is placed into a hierarchical structure with their UN president at the top of that hierarchy, currently a short human female. Is has nothing to do with physical prowess and more to do with authority and social standing.”

The camera moves a bit closer to the human who leanes away brows furrowed before turning with a grumble onto his side facing away from the camera, “Now this is pretty interesting, humans have some of the best hearing known to the sentient species. See those folds inside the ear, helps them to funnel sound and determine the directionality of the noise. They have excellent horizontal and vertical sound location when the sound is in front of them. In fact, the path of sound into the brain is directly connected to the movement of the eyes.”

“Another important thing to remember around humans, as I said before, each of them are different, and this is important to note if you ever come into contact with humans. Some are more social than others, and some are more willing to let you touch them than others. This particular human is willing to put up with more than the average human.” A hand reaches out from behind the camera and proceeds to pat the human on the head. The human’s facial muscles contort into an unknown expression, “Now, no one really knows why humans have hair on the tops of their heads, it isn’t particularly useful for anything. At this point it’s mostly just believe it was selected for in the species as an attraction point for mates. Some humans lose their hair over time and others choose to get rid of it all together.”

The human sat up again catching the hand that had been panting him on the head and turned to look at Krill making more noises with his mouth, “Ah see, now there he is warning me off, so I’ll just pull back a little.” The camera shows Take a look at the eye, yes, see the large black aperture, that is the pupil and it gives humans the ability to control the amount of light they allow into their eye. When it is dark, the pupil will dilate giving them the ability to see in both the dark and the light, which is rather unknown to those species who use the spectrums of light between ultraviolet and infrared. Despite this inability, humans have the best depth perception, for reasons of hunting. Of course the alpha has lousy depth perception since you need two eyes for that”

The human’s head levels out, and its single eye locks onto the camera. The lid drops sweeping a layer of mucus over the outer layer of the eye, and then it lunges. The camera spirals spins, there is a scuffle as the image sees only patterns of shape and movement as the picture careens around the room, then it evens out. The camera turns around to view the human looking wide eyed into the lens. It grumble, then the image turns around to look down at Krill who has his arms crossed, “See, now that I have invaded on his territory he has deemed it necessary to prove his dominance over me by stealing my property, but you see there is a simple way to deal with a naughty human, at least this one anyway.”

The camera pans down as Krill walks forward and mercilessly jabs the human in his single leg. The human lets off a high pithed yelp of pain. The camera spirals and tilts viewing the room from floor level before it is snatched up turning back to face Krill, “I do not recommend doing that to two legged humans.” Behind him in the scene, the human is scrambling to his single leg, and rooting around beside the nest. Krill begins to speed up and then breaks into a scuttle, “Of course, I didn’t hurt the human. When dealing with their species, it is important to treat the humans the way humans treat humans, and between two dominant male humans physical dominance is very important….. What I employed was a simple dominance tactic to let him know that steeling my property isn’t allowed”

Something rattles behind him as Krill speeds up, “Of course it is wise to note that not all alphas will take things so well. This particular human is likely to interpret the action as play rather than a threat.” He cuts a corner and hides in the darkness of the next room over, “Keeping the human mind spry with play is very important for their happiness.” He quieted down very quickly as a set of footsteps stalked up the hall.

Loud hooting and chirping echoed from the hallway, “Humans enjoy being able to practice their hunting skills. That would be a hunting call to lure me out.” He whispered, “Luckily humans have terrible senses of smell.”

A shadow blocked the doorway, and the growling was suddenly very close by. Krill squeaked and the camera went black.

Subtitles Krill Neglected to Add

Krill, what the hell are you doing? Why…..krill it’s four in the mourning.

You have got to be kidding me.

Wait, are you seriously filming right now.

I’m not a golden retriever Krill, why are you petting me! Who are you talking to? If this is going to be replacing your reports, I don’t know if I’m down for that.

Lousy depth perception my ass.

OW! SHIT no fair!

Alright, come out come out wherever you are…. Ok if you want to play this game, we can play.

But as you said before, we have excellent hearing.

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

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waixingzim · 4 years

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i HAVE to scream about the lion king okay hold on.

lion king is a great movie it just... makes no sense to me that simba does a 180 INSTANTLY and suddenly wants to go fight for his pride. more than that, i don’t like the message it puts out about inherited responsibility. all simba ever wanted was to just be chill and have fun, even when he thought he was gonna be king he just wanted to have a good time and be free. then after almost dying and losing his father and being separated from his mother, he suddenly gets two adoptive dads and everything he could ever want! and he has to give that up... why exactly? because a bunch of dumbass lions can’t defend themselves against scar and the one competent hyena? if they just killed THOSE TWO CHARACTERS then chances are all the other hyenas would run away again. you’re seriously telling me they’re ALL too stupid to use their total advantage in a fight against a skinny, frail lion and a half-a-lion’s-size hyena?

so because his entire species seems to be filled with incompetent, overly-dependent shitlords, simba has to go and risk his life just to have the slimmest chance of defeating scar. MY DUDE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO FIGHT. he doesn’t hunt! he eats grubs! not to mention he’s kinda fucking stupid! and you’re telling me nala and her dumbass pride actually believe in him? oh, actually, that checks out, because like i already established they all do seem to be STUPID ENOUGH TO BELIEVE THAT. yeah sure, let’s rely on simba, who we haven’t seen in fucking years and is clearly not battle-ready nor does he actually seem to want to be king??? hmmm i dunno dude, let’s guilt him into fighting scar ANYWAY because clearly the dude has not been through enough in his life. sarcasm sarcasm sarcasm.

it SERIOUSLY doesn’t make ANY sense and every second after nala discovers that simba is alive is absolutely excruciating and i hate it. just let simba chill, bro, go solve your own fucking problems. simba got nothing to do with this. you just think he does because you’re OBSESSED with this stupid fucking monarchy and some idiotic ~prophecy~ you probably tell yourselves just to help you all cope with your collective incompetence. oh boy if anyone can take down scar and the hyenas it’s gotta be mufasa’s son!!! only the HEIR to the LION THRONE can take down THIS BADASS!!!!!!!!!!!!

no. you’re all stupid and i would rather simba say “lol fuck you guys i’m staying here” because honestly? you all deserve it. you all deserve to starve for thrusting all your fucking problems on simba who literally DID NOT ASK and was just minding his own goddamn business until nala showed up and guilted him into coming back because "wah wah our pride can’t do shit without Da Real King even though you can’t fight you can’t hunt and you’re only 10% less stupid than the rest of us apparently.”

i guess that’s simba’s REAL strength. he may be stupid, but clearly he’s not even half as stupid as the rest of the lions.

rant over i’m sick of having to think about how horrible the morals of this story are oh my GOSH.

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sohannabarberaesque · 4 years

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Postcards from Snagglepuss: Seven bars for a town of 500 people ... how can this be exactly?!

Having enjoyed the breakfast experience with Lippy the Lion and Hardy Har Har in Necedah, yours truly seeks further interesting roads ... in this case, Wisconsin 80 to Wisconsin 82 through to Mauston ... then Hwys. 12 and 16 out of the Juneau County shire town towards a town rather unlikely for its size.

The town I refer to is no less than Lyndon Station, otherwise known to the railroad (as in the Canadian Pacific, successor to the once-proud Milwaukee Road) as simply Lyndon, population 500 within village limits.

And--shock! horror! Scooby-Doo, unmask the villain even!--no less than seven taverns being allowed in village limits. For a town of its size, especially as close as it is to the Castle Rock Lake and Wisconsin Dells resort areas, some might be thinking only one or two bars should be sufficient ... but seven, coming off Exit 79 on I-90/94 (as if a Notorious Adult Bookstore wasn’t awful enow)?!

One such place, Beagles Bar & Grill, sounds like the sort of place where The Banana Splits’ Fleegle would certainly feel at home in--perhaps with the entire of the band after playing a surprise concert somewhere between Lyndon Station and Wisconsin Dells, plein-air even, and maybe with some pizza in the bargain. Or, come to think of it, Beegle Beagle, no less than the brains behind The Great Grape Ape, whose own size can certainly attract the curious to some one-horse town big time practically spontaneously.

But for perhaps the most whimsical-solunding name of Lyndon Station’s seven bars, it would have to be The Swagger Inn. Perhaps the name carries a sort of unlikely double-entendre all its own, does it not? No matter ... yet maybe a couple rounds of the old pinball ought kill some time. At least until none other than The King shows up, denim jacket and everything, as if epitomising the spirit of the bar’s name.

“HEYYYYYYY--!! Snagglepuss?!!”

“Your Majesty--if I may call you so--”

“Just call me King, if you please,” as The King went into the “Kookie” routine of combing through his mane with a little Brylcreem on the side. I can tell by its aroma, obviously. “And what exactly drives you here to this neck of the woods?”

“I spent some time at the cabin up at the Brainerd Lakes, what with coronavirus having cancelled the Minnesota State Fair. At least you have an interesting change of scene, accented by the aromas of pine and the serenity of one of Minnesota’s Ten Thousand Lakes in the bargain.”

“So that explains things, Snag buddy!” was how The King responded.

“And I ran across a close cousin of yours earlier over breakfast in Necedah. Lippy the Lion, to be exact.”

“You mean my half-witted cousin, leonine foil to a myopic hyena--”

“Otherwise known as Hardy Har Har.”

“Maybe you should meet Yukayuka from my crew sometime. He can’t resist the classic practical jokes as a party icebreaker!”

“Let me guess--whoopee cushions filled with Miracle Whip ... joy buzzers ... fake cat vomit ... garlic chewing gum ... “

“I believe you get the idea, Snag old buddy! Those corny jokes from the Johnson Smith catalogues, and then some!”

Which was enough to get a bar burger ordered, and rather seriously. But at least they’re rather serious about the burgers here, even if it’s likely such come frozen and require some serious heating on the griddle. Not to mention insisting on the bun being toasted lightly. Yet to have a bacon cheeseburger with some barbecue sauce instead of the traditional ketchup was--let’s just say it was filling and yet satisfactory. The King, for his part, preferred a grilled chicken breast with ranch dressing to sate his appetite.

“I have to acknowledge, Snagglepuss,” The King remarked, “that you’re a rather interesting sort.” [Pause] “And have you met my girlfriend, Sheena?” Whereupon she came out in a somewhat cheesy turtleneck sweater, a somewhat cheap-looking rhinestone charm necklace and a come-hither sort of stylee.

“So you’re the legendary Snagglepuss,” was how Sheena parsed it.

“Guilty on that count,” replied I.

“Yet for all his faults on occasion,” Sheena remarked, “King and I manage to come out swinging!”

“Meanwhile,” The King responded, “where do you plan heading to next?”

“Probably back to Crazy Claws’ place at the Dells. Maybe spend awhile there.”

To which The King and Sheena nodded their approval.

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sassysweetstories · 5 years

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gotta raise a little hell

Request: “I have another imagine for u to write another crossover. Teen Wolf and Percy Jackson imagine the reader is a daughter of Hades who hangs out and lives in the Underworld w/ her dad and meets Theo Raeken when he's sent to Hades and the reader takes Theo to meet her Father and the reader tells her Father some of Theo's story and that Theo didn't belong down in the Underworld bcuz he wasn't dead and stuff and Theo tells them about a different kind of supernatural world that's out their and what he is despite being a Chimera a wolf/coyote and all that stuff.”

Ship: Theo Raekan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fighting, mentions of hell, blood, gore, angst, fluff, softness, supernatural elements, yelling, etc.

Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw @anamcg317bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland@princessisabelle19 @violence-and-velvet @lachicadelamanzana

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners.

Third P.O.V

Theo screamed, voice hoarse and broken as the young man begged for mercy despite the pain he caused. Within his very tiny heart, he hoped and prayed to a god he wasn’t sure he even believed in. Maybe there was no god? Theo thought as he was sucked down, further into the darkness. “PLEASE! SCOTT!” He cried out, tears slipping down his dirty cheeks. “HELP ME!” Theo’s voice cracked, reminding not only himself, but the teens around them, of their own fragile age. The woman pulled him down harder, scratching his back as he fought to stay afloat from what felt like drowning in the dark abyss. But when his hand slipped, one last faint gasp left his lips as he plunged into the empty pit below.

His perspective seemed to shift around him as Theo gazed upon a new world; dark and treacherous. A wave of foreboding enveloped over his frame. Heat seemed to pulse all around the young boy, almost drifting towards him, and yet, his heart felt as cold as ice. What a peculiar contrast? The sky bled with orange and red hues. Not the pretty kind from the sunset he’d been able to see in Beacon Hills. This image that lay before him, however, was something much more haunting. Crows, no- not crows, cried and soared through the air at abnormal speeds, flying pass when Theo took cover.

Low growls and banshee screeches erupt from around the perimeter. So much cacophony he wasn’t sure if they had any particular place of origins. Or maybe you’re surrounded? He thought warily to himself, hoping and praying that wasn’t the case. But just as the question passed his mind, Theo soon wished it hadn’t. Three dark, black masses crept up from behind the rocks, chuckling like children or hyenas. The sound itself was absolutely chilling. But as they slipped closer, the young boy’s face turned ghostly white. The creatures, with wart-covered skin, wide-wings and bloody teeth gleamed down at him the way one looked at food and empty belly’s.

With no weapons but his own inner wolf, Theo took a strong stance, pretending to be prepared for whatever came his way. He moved his arms and wrists methodically to aid the shift, growling at the beasts, territoriality. Almost simultaneously, each took a few steps back. For a fleeting moment, Theo thought he’d had scared them. That sense of hope and pride quickly washed away as a dark shadow loomed over not only the three creatures, but himself as well. They aren’t afraid of me. Theo thought, shaking. They’re afraid of what’s behind me. With hesitancy, he turned over his shoulder to see for himself.

Gaping, he hadn’t paid much attention to the beasts that ran from the dark mass that stood before him, much like a haunting sky-scraper. Theo wanted to run but he was struck with a mix of awe and fear. The monster looked at him with curious eyes, almost intrigued by the young boy and his strange abilities. It moved quickly, taking him by surprise, shifting and minimizing it’s size until the creature looked like a normal girl, someone he could see walk among the halls of Beacon Hills. Her eyes were the only difference; blood red with a piercing gaze. “Who are you?” She asks, voice low and demanding but smooth like honey. "Theo Raekan." He mutters, trying desperately not to seem as afraid as he is. "Theo.." His name on her lips sound so sweet it sends chills down his spine.

“What brings you here?” She mutters, stalking forward almost like a lion would pursue it’s prey. The young boy stumbles backwards, scared yet in awe of the woman. She seemed to be as curious about him as he was about her. “So what brings you down here, Theo Raekan?” Theo stutters, nervous of the beautiful powerhouse that stood before him until he cleared his throat. “I never caught your name? And.. I-It’s kinda a long story..” She chuckled lowly, voice smooth and sweet sending a thrill throughout his whole body as she prowled over to him, curling her neck like a snake. “I have all the time in the world. And.. I never threw it.” Theo trails after her like a lost puppy, enamored by the drop dead beauty. The words fall carelessly from his lips and she listens with deep intent.

(Y/n), he learns the name of which she goes by. The young demigod watches Theo with curious eyes, confused and intrigued by the Chimera. His tales of woe were not something worth damning to hell. She wondered if her father could change the future that’s set to come if he doesn’t learn how to protect himself in this type of place, not to mention his lack of death. Theo notices within the first few minutes of walking, the creatures that roam Hell run far away from (Y/n), who walks brisk-fully, almost unaware of the power she holds in each step. The young woman thinks back to her home, camp-half blood. With demi-gods and centaurs running about freely, classes to prepare one for the hardships of the world. (Y/n) believes Theo should go there, the one place he belongs.

They speak with ease, conversation flowing off the tongue like a soothing stream. The chemistry is undeniable. He sits on the edge of his seat, grasping every word that leaves her plumps lips when she describes her world to him. A land of creatures unlike anything he’d ever thought could have existed, seemed to live right under his very nose. Impossible. He thinks, stupidly until glancing in the mirror. He is the impossible. The same energy transpires with her as she listens to the breed of creatures that have manifested throughout the many decades. Fascinating. (Y/n) thinks to herself as they take the steps to her father, mansion looming over them. “I would like to persuade my father in letting you return with me to my camp. There’s much we both need to learn from one another.” And with that, she leaves him by the front gate to confide and tame the beast. Good thing she likes to raise a little hell.

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catalystic-dragons · 5 years

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Just a quick info dump about my wof fantribe ;v;

Name:

Warrenwings

Base:

Name Meaning:

A network of underground tunnels and burrows - a reference to how Warrenwings live:

Naming Convention:

Warrenwings name their hatchlings after geological features, ground-nesting wildlife, precious stones and insects. Sometimes, they are also named after fungai or plants that grow in little light (thus cultivated underground).

Home/Habitat:

Vast burrows underneath the dry savannah on which they live. The burrows are ever expanded by teams of builders - when they aren’t expanding, they reinforce the older tunnels and burrows. Cave ins are only really common on mining levels, where the poorest dragons mine precious metals and gemstones.

Burrows are usually quite spacious, regardless of ranking, as Warrenwings are usually half the size of Mudwing at full growth, though Royals can have over double the space of a commoner.

Average Lifespan:

A well fed warrenwing may live for up to 500 years! But it is exceptionally rare for them to exceed more then 250 in their current environment. As they get older, warrenwings become more sluggish and reptile-like, preferring to bask and wait for food to come by than engage in energetic bouts of hunting.

Government:

King and Queen rule as a unit with a council of elders. While the King and Queen have the majority of the power, the council of elders vastly outnumber them, and are made up of the oldest dragons in the tribe. With their wisdom of the tribe’s history, and the experience to provide guidance, they help the king and queen make vital decisions, and feed back from their communities directly.

Any royal can challenge their parents for the throne once they complete a sacred trial, known as “Night of the Long Hunt”. During this trial, the royalling must hunt down a male lion and bring his carcass to the tribe for a great feast. Some never do this, and thus abdicate from the throne - but Ravine, the current Queen, bought back a fully grown male to prove her worth as a strong leader, a strong fighter and a good tactician. She picked her mate, Beatle, before she became queen, and thus he inherited the title King after she had proven herself worthy and her mother, Meerkat, had stepped down.

Abilities:

Warrenwings are exceptionally hardy dragons; what they lack in size and speed, they make up for in strength and stamina. Their tough hide is built to protect them from potential predators, like large wild cats and hyenas. Their wings are too small to let them fly for long distances, or at all in some cases, but they make fantastic shields against predators or other warrenwings.

Aside from their horned snouts, shovel claws, thick leathery wings and thick tails, often equipped with clubs, spades or spikes, they have a cement-like mixture they can fire from glands at the back of their throat - used both for offence and the building of their vast burrows.

Diet:

A warrenwing is not a picky eater. While they are classed as omnivorous, they must get protein in their diet; through grubs they find in the tunnels, or kills bought in by the hunters. Fruits are enjoyed as a special treat during the rainy season, and mushrooms and root veggies make up the rest of their food. It should be noted that they cannot digest leafy plant matter well, but will eat it if there is nothing else. They do need to consume porous rocks regularly to produce their cement like spit.

Colours:

Common Primaries - Earthy browns, stone greys, mossy greens, charcoal black, sandy yellows.

Uncommon Primaries - Snowflake obsidian, dark greens, fleshy colours (scaleless)

Rare Primaries - Leucistic, piebald, melanistic

Legendary Primaries - albino, opalite, opal, any deep/bright colours

All Accents- rare mineral/gemstone-like colours; blue/green/red/turquoise/purple/yellow/black/etc

ROYAL ONLY - opal

Traits:

Common - underbite, short nose horns, short horns, chin spines, short ears, hard scales on legs, leg spines, short spines down back, short spines on tail, spade on tail, small wings, wing claws, short tail, shovel claws, smooth underbelly

Uncommon - rabbit ears, ram horns, long horns, branching horns, rabbit back legs, extra row of leg scales, medium wings, gecko tail, club tail, medium leg spines, plate underbelly, scaleless

Rare - blindness, starnose, drillnose, droopy ears, long nose horns, double horns, spine mane, tusks, large wings, clawless wings, paws, stegosaurus plates, thagomiser tail

Legendary - snake mouth, tremorsense, antlers, short fur mane, wingless, long tail, arrowhead tail, crocodile tail (dragging)

ROYAL ONLY - secondary “gemscale”, gem markings by the eyes, triple layer arm scales

Continent:

Warrenwings live on an island that is largely vast scrubland, desert and savannah along the equator, where it is very hot and often very dry. Their home is known as Platynus (Genus of beetle), and is rather unforgiving in its nature. From space, it looks like a dragon coiling back on itself, trying to bite it’s own tail. It should be noted it is significantly smaller than the other continents. While there are mountain ranges around the fringes of the Platynus, and there are several active volcanoes dotted about, it is mostly arid, with droughts running riot when the sweltering dry season extends for longer than a month. Because of this, Warrenwings view water as sacred, and often try to cultivate pools of water in their underground home.

The wildlife present on Platynus are hardy species. There are several kinds of dromedary, and some wild species of horse. The most common large predator is the hyena, or lion, which will prey on small and weak warrenwings if given the chance. Meerkats, wild hamsters and moles are commonplace in the scrub, and many species of vulture and hawk make their home in the trees. At first glance, Platynus may seem like a lifeless plain, but it is teeming with life. Elusive elephants and rhinoceros can be found in the quiet corners of the continent, away from the bustle of the wildebeest herds and the jaws of giant crocodiles.

Religious Beliefs:

Warrenwings find harmony in the natural order of their world; the circle of life is something many hold dear as a solid belief. Elephants are seen as old Gods, wandering through the brush. Following them brings the promise of water, so naturally Warrenwings see them as sacred animals to be revered and respected. To kill and Elephant, or eat its carcass, is a great taboo. The hyenas of the plains are seen as harbingers of death; seeing a pack when you are alone is a sign of terrible things to come. Vultures are seen as guides - whether that is a guide to the afterlife, or a guide to your next meal, depends on the vulture.

As the concept of Kings and Queens is relatively new to Warrenwings as a united tribe, some side warrens have unofficial leaders, who are often revered as wise ones. These are often old female Warrenwings, who pass the knowledge of tunnel carving, medicines and water cultivation down the generations. While unofficial, offending these old matriarchs is frowned upon.

Lore:

Warrenwings were only made aware of the outside world when a mudwing and icewing shipwrecked on their shores. It was an experience which shocked the tribe, who mainly lived apart and competed for resources in rival burrows, into connecting as one people. Knowing there were many tribes out there, ones that displayed strange and terrible powers, led them to form their current society. While the current Queen is aware there remains a lot to be desired, she is working hard to create a warren where her people can live together in harmony. She has been Queen for 10 years, and while her people like her, there is a stirring in the poorest parts of the warren. While not quite ready for a true rebellion, discontent grows in the mines.

Laws:

Warrenwings live by a simple rule. One must help the warren stay alive. Killing another warrenwing is only ever an option in extreme cases, and will rarely stand up against the Queen and her Council, unless you have evidence to support your side. Though the King and Queen are seen as the ultimate heads of the law, they can be challenged by the Council and dismissed if the Council deem it necessary for the good of the Warren.

Simply, the laws are thus:

Do not kill your fellow dragons

Do not force your love upon those that do not wish it

Be kind to those in need; share with them your water, your shelter, your food

Do not go out alone above ground, unless you have been told to do so

Never defile the water; do not steal it, do not soil in it

Never kill an Elephant, for they are sacred

The King and Queen decide justice, but are not above justice itself

Those who defy the law are tried by the Queen and Council, and testify before randomly selected warrenwings who will, along with the council, decide their fate. The worst case scenario for any warrenwing is exile, and that is not taken lightly by anyone involved.

Alliances:

None thus far. They are a private tribe and are well removed from the political spheres of the canon dragon tribes.

Rankings:

Rankings are decided by jobs, which decide where in the warren you live. Those who show talent during their training years are recommended to the Masters of those fields, who then decide whether or not to take them on as apprentices.

Lower class Jobs (poorest): Miner, cleaner, seer, sentry, gem refiner, gem cutter, guard, tunnel digger, mushroom farmer

Middle class jobs (average): Tunnel Architect, tunnel overseer, wiseone (only for older tribe members), hunter (above ground), gatherer (below ground), cook, weatherwatcher (above ground), lawkeeper, soldier, weaver

Upper class jobs (rich): Jeweller, dowser (one who finds water), royal guard, royal cook, personal seer (to royals), water cleanser, gem polisher, royal quarters cleaner

Royal Jobs (royal family only): Queen’s Guard, King’s Guard, water overseer, lead hunter, lead gatherer, lead lawkeeper

Animus Laws:

Animus dragons exist, but are often exceptionally rare. They are feared, but beloved by their kingdom, and reside with the King and Queen to be raised alongside their own hatchlings. They are only ever asked to use their power in extreme cases, like severe droughts.

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