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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 20 days

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I was reading your tweel analyses posts and came across the little blurb of Floyd and Jade eating octopus in front of Azul and seemingly relishing in it because it might unsettle him and they're little shits. their fave foods having octopus in them makes sense since it's part of a diet of moray eels

here's a question I don't see many asking: does Azul eat octopus dishes? I think everyone is aware that octopus can (and do) cannibalize each other (even self-cannibalize) but he is still an octopus merman. do you think the animal based mers like the octatrio view the animals they share similarities with as a completely separate species from them and therefore not care when eating them? or is it sort of like a human and big ape thing, where it is highly uncomfortable and generally frowned upon?

[Referencing this post!]

I think Azul refrains from eating octopus himself! The reasoning being that… well, it’s really a gut feeling that’s informed by my observations of the Octatrio’s interactions.

If he looked annoyed watching the twins eat octopus, then that indicates he feels a certain way in that scenario—a discomfort or irritation which would then extend to his own dietary habits. If Azul did eat octopus, then why should he take issue with his peers doing the same? If both moray eels and octopus dine on octopus, why would he only be distressed in one scenario and not the other? Why would Jade and Floyd go out of their way to eat tons of octopus in front of Azul and bring up mentions of how delicious his merform is, if not to tease and unnerve him?

I do think that merpeople view non-sentient sea creatures they share traits with as separate beings in the food chain. This is why the twins can eat regular ol’ octopus without an issue. However, I also think that eating a creature that is of the same “type” as you (ie Azul and an octopus) is seen as morally wrong, as they too closely resemble the merpeople in question. This would be similar to how humans are fine with eating cow, pig, and chicken, but are far less willing to consume primates. It’s the “human” part of them—of us—our consciouses calling out to us and letting us know “hey, this is wrong”. The only thing I can really find to support this is how Jade says his least favorite food is a conger eel. (But his dialogue suggests he has tried it before and doesn't like the texture.) He and Floyd are morays, which is a different kind of eel... So does that imply that eating others is okay (ie other kinds of eels) so long as they aren't your exact species (morays for the twins)?

Merpeople may be part man and part fish, but I believe they are mainly human with additional fish traits and attributes; their thinking and behaviors are still very human, so I feel they share some similarities with humans in their moral and ethical codes.

The difficulty with half human/half animal fantasy races is that there will always be the debate of how much their animalistic side plays into their behaviors and how much of that can be overridden by their human side. For example, just because Leona is a lion beastman doesn’t mean he can’t eat vegetables, he just does not like them. This is in spite of lions being carnivores (ie exclusively dining on meat). We also see (or it is implied) many merfolk and beastmen eating food that would harm or kill their non-sentient counterparts (such as candy and chocolates during Halloween; you’d think they would otherwise express repulsion if offered what is basically poison to them). The “beastial” TWST characters in general don’t seem too strict on their food intake (specialized diets for athletes aside), so my guess is that their intakes lean more toward the omnivorous intakes of humans rather than the diet prescribed by the animals that are a part of them. After all… if Azul ate octopus, bro would be nomming on his own arm or something (since auto-cannibalism is a thing among octopus) 😭

Side note: Azul considers eating squid ink pasta in book 3. This is probably the closest we'll get to seeing him "eating octopus". Makes me think that it's acceptable to eat like... body parts and byproducts of other animals but not of the same species as you (ie chicken hearts vs human hearts).

Imagine walking in on that though????? I’d say, “Sorry to disturb you, sir! I’ll see myself out now,” then slowly shut the door and back away…

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gallifreyinstituteforlearning · 5 months

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What does time feel like to a Time Lord? How could it be described?

Perception of Time

As mentioned, this can only ever be educated guesswork, but here's a good starting point if we take each of humanity's five senses and add a little Time Lord flair:

Visualising Time: Time Lords can generally percieve 'time particles' in the air, so if they're looking at an individual who has extensively time travelled they can see a sort of 'slithery mist' around the person. By extension, this perception of 'time particles' probably extends to other forms of time-related visual perception, like seeing a build-up of time particles where a paradox has occurred or other forms of time-related phenomena. More metaphysically, for them, seeing time could be like watching a never-ending kaleidoscope, where colours and patterns represent different eras and possibilities. They perceive layers of what was, what is, and what could be, all simultaneously.

Hearing Time: On a practical level, Time Lords have very sensitive hearing and percieve a wider range of frequencies than humans, so they're able to tally up certain sounds with certain eras, and when used enough it just becomes instinctual. On a more abstract level, maybe they hear time as an ever-changing melody, with the past as a soft echo, the present as a clear note, and the future as a whisper of melodies yet to be played.

Tasting and Smelling Time: Tasting and smelling time involve experiencing the "flavour" or "scent" of different eras - practically, certain tastes and smells will designate certain moments of time, like you're not going to smell a burger van in 300AD. If that could be converted into a more intuitive version, moments of joy might taste sweet, while periods of sorrow carry a bitter tang. The scent of an impending event might be sharp and clear, and the aroma of the past lingers faintly, like a perfume fading away.

Touching Time: More difficult to give a practical version, feeling time could be like touching the texture of reality. They might feel the rough edges of conflict or the smooth serenity of peaceful times. The brush of potential futures might feel like a gentle breeze against their skin, while fixed events are immovable, like standing against a solid wall.

👽 Beyond Human Senses

Beyond these, Time Lords have their 'chronopsionic' sense/s. This might be like an internal compass, always aware of their position in time, feeling the push and pull of temporal currents and eddies, like swimming in the sea.

⚡Physical Reactions to Time

Heightened Time Awareness: They sense when time is not passing normally and can resist distortions, with a learned skill for 'internal chronometry' to measure time precisely.

Time-Sensitive Species Detection: They can instinctively detect other time-sensitive beings, like recognising someone might like heavy metal because they're wearing a ton of Iron Maiden merch.

Revulsion to Time Anomalies: Confronted with anti-time entities, Time Lords experience a guttural repulsion, like biting into an apple and realising it's full of maggots.

Breaking Laws of Time: They're instinctively aware when the Laws of Time are broken, which manifests more like an illness, with physical symptoms like shivers, memory issues, or pain.

Sensing Time Phenomena: Exposure to paradoxes, time fissures, etc., can cause headaches, tingling sensations, and dizziness like an illness too.

Emotional Connection: These sensory perceptions might be intertwined with emotional states. Significant periods in time might evoke corresponding emotional responses in a Time Lord, adding depth to their experience.

🌌Individuality

It should definitely be highlighted here that every Time Lord will experience and interpret their senses differently, just as every person has a unique way of perceiving the world around them. You are all individuals!

🏫 So ...

There are only a few clearly-defined rules on how Time Lords see the universe, so most of it is up for interpretation, and that's easy because every Time Lord sees the Universe differently. But with all these kicks and sensations, it would make sense why some Time Lords find travelling so addicting.

Hope that helped! 😃

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viviennelamb · 7 days

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Can you tell us more about how engaging in degeneracy (in thought or action) affects one's appearance, particularly in how one ages? Sorry if this is something you've gone over in your book, I haven't had the chance to purchase it yet. "Hitting the wall," and attraction politics in general is a common thing I used to see discussed in feminist spaces. They complain about how men don't want women to age and say men are the ones who only look good in their 20s. My thought when people talk about others "hitting the wall" is that it isn't simply getting older that makes someone look bad, but their habits are starting to show in their face because youth is so forgiving of self destructive behavior. That grace period wears off and all the alcohol, drugs, sex, anxiety and stress start to become evident. On social media I see women posting pictures of themselves saying "this is what a normal 30/40/50 year old woman looks like" and they look terrible. I occasionally see older women who look vibrant but most look dried out and dead inside. I even know people my age who look like that already. My generation is very obsessed with skincare, and to a certain degree I enjoy it as well. It feels good to take care of my skin but I try to keep it as simple and possible. It seems like people think having the perfect 10-step skincare routine is going to erase everything they're putting their body through.

I don't have much about the state of the body in OTE as it is about how to identify and remove egotism from your life, but the next book is filled with this topic.

With accelerated aging, the usual wrinkles in the face, dry skin, sensitivity to the sun are a given. Most males lose their hair at an early age, and women as well. This doesn't include people who were born with finer textures of hair, I'm talking about people with thick hair, losing the majority of it by the time they turn 30. But aging within the body is what matters even more: joint pain, poor immune system, tooth decay and loss, loss of the senses, nerve damage, "early on-set" dementia, etc.

I've seen 18-year-olds look like a mediocre 50 (the one I'm referring to in particular talked about sex almost non-stop and was into BSDM). It's also quite shocking how old "old" people look in general, there's always been something off with the amount of unrecognizable change we see in a relatively short period of time. Sorry, but 50 years is not a long time, but it is if you're putting your body through a daily hell—rampant abuse of the mind and body is the culprit. This is the primary reason why capitalism will not die, it's because people need to work to buy products that don't work to make themselves feel clean without actually being clean. Skin care, organic eating, cleanses, detoxes emerge from the desire to clean oneself from of self-abuse. The best detox is to stop putting stuff into and on the body and let the body heal on its own. The body is self-sustaining until it's taught that it isn't.

Whenever somebody is really sexual online, and then they post a picture, they look just as repulsive as the words they spew. I haven't seen an exception to this yet. It's incredible that they think they're attractive, but sexophiles have a different standard among themselves. They have to hold on to their youth because they won't have it for long. I've seen the absolute most hideous and repulsive people considered attractive because they've been vocal about their sexcapades.

The “standards” discussion is fake, lustful people fuck anything they can get their hands on. Men and women are having an ego brawl when it comes to the beauty/aging discussion, truth is they're equally yoked. Once they're together in person, it's a fundamentally different story, which is why they say “This doesn't happen IRL.” Filth attracts filth regardless of the pseudo-values and artificial types postured.

Being attractive is a thing when it comes to particular features because that doesn't matter. It's really more a test of time. There's a discernible difference between people who abuse themselves and who don't. It's incredibly obvious when you become more discriminating. It's not just an energy, either, but something that can be observed. People who have sex morph into monstrous aliens—the more sex they have, the more grotesque. The eyes really are the window to the soul.

A woman hits the wall when she knows the truth about men, it doesn't necessarily correlate with age. Men want to see that you're not defiled. When men see that you're still pure, they have an urge to destroy you and then get a younger chick to do the same thing. The older a woman is, the more likely she is to be sexually damaged, and they don't want that. They want to do the damaging themselves.

Chastity, meditation and loving God has reversed all the “mysterious” problems I experienced previously, and it hasn't been close to a year yet. Never thought I'd say having a period is enjoyable, but it is now.

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sangcreole · 7 months

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@sonataforsybelle sent: ❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

There are a thousand and one reasons Louis should have politely declined. Why anyone would willfully entrap themselves in a tight dark space is beyond his understanding, but the notion of being packed amongst a crowd of mortals, all flushed with blood and staggering heartbeats seems ill-advised at best, outright dangerous at worst.

He understands, of course, the human infatuation with fear. The surge of adrenaline, the liberation that comes with that sense of fight or flight, that primal animal instinct resurrected back to life in those few heart-pounding seconds. As a predator, what could be more intoxicating?

No doubt Louis, despite his gentlemanly disposition, took ghoulish delight in his victims' panic. But as the years continue on, he cannot help but feel a certain repulsion at the horrific trends that fill the mortal haunts. It used to be all strange creatures, monsters and aliens, ghosts and ghouls of all assortments. But now it's all gore— bloody butchers and gruesome torture. It's worse than distasteful; it's downright offensive. And the gallons and gallons of fake blood! The synthetic smell and oozing texture that makes him feel physically ill! It's too much, it's too repulsive, it's too strange and offputting to a creature who stakes his life in such a thing as the blood.

He turns to say as much to Sybelle, of course, but upon meeting her eyes, he once again finds it simply impossible to deny her.

"...just one quick walk-through."

#sonataforsybelle #YEEEESSS I love them lmao #*【 ❛ i don't believe i want to give simple answers. i think i want to tell the real story. ❜ 】 ➤ answered

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altocat · 1 year

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what’s the worst medical procedure/experiment sephiroth has ever been forced to endure without sedation?

That's a seemingly impossible question to answer. There were so many.

Sephiroth particularly hated survival endurance experiments because they were specifically designed to push him to his limits. One saw Sephiroth swimming endlessly in a massive tank of water to see how long he could last before drowning. Another tested how much poison his body could process through increasingly deadly injections. Sephiroth has seen it all--Electrocutions. Immolation. Psychological torture. Being flung about at frightening speeds. Breaking limbs, severing tendons. All to test the limits of his Jenova-enhanced healing abilities.

It's no wonder Sephiroth develops an aversion to touch, as well as severe sensory sensitivity to certain textures and gestures. Even positive touch is viewed as a potential threat, or some sinister guessing game he has to be prepared to lash out against.

Hojo honestly dealt one of the cruelest blows of all with him. Sephiroth's clinical, empty upbringing made him hungry for touch and connection. And it simultaneously completely conditioned him into becoming repulsed by the very thing he desires. This is something Angeal and Genesis are gradually able to uncover without Sephiroth ever having to tell them, and they work hard to try to mend it to the best of their abilities.

#Sephiroth #Sephcanons #ff7 #ffvii #asks #crisis core #final fantasy 7 #Hojo #Angeal hewley #Genesis rhapsodos

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k-looking-glass-house · 2 years

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Hi there! Love your work! Your edits are amazing!! I have a question; what flowers did you use for each Fairy Gala edit you made? I'm curious to know if you chose a specific flower for each boi to represent them~

Hi there lovely one,

Thank you so much I'm truly glad you think so!

Ah what a good question, yes I actually tried "something" while trying to make something aesthetically pleasing~

Sorry for my bad english....I'll try to explain.....

Malleus Draconia

White roses: Do I need to really explain why roses..... Being part of "the twisted version of Sleeping beauty". And thorns go with roses and vice versa. Kind of cliché but I couldn't consider any other flowers for our so perfect dragon fairy (that fangirl inside me is screaming). Hm hmm.... well white rose represents pure love, pure feeling, soft emotion and some kind of shyness.

Thorns: As the next king of the Briar Valley (Valley of Thorns), I guess thorns pattern are related to the royal family. Also it's the very essence of (my favorite disney character ever) Maleficent's vibes! As for the meaning of it: actually it has multiple meaning but I'll give more details about it with others design I did. But thorns mean benevolent protection and in my country ironically it repulses thunders (minus with potatoes lol).

Vil Schoenheit

Vines: I'll be very honnest I chose it for being so supaaahhh asthetically pleasing, at first.... But vines mean strong bond, it was used as wedding seal in some old fashion folklore and it's still know as something strong and "beautifully" looking~

Wisteria (Glycine): In my country I don't know around the world (or maybe it's just a fact in my family hn) but it's considered the most elegant flowers among others! The flower means tender friendship, I'm sorry but can we all just remember our Evil Queen (as the best mommy vibes ever) in the 6th arc. so perfect~ Also fun fact but wisteria's seeds are poisonous but not the plant and flowers which grew out of it...... Isn't it the perfect image of Vil related to The Evil Queen himself~

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilium (Lys): Yes he should have hair ornament at first but I wasn't very sure about it~ Anyway it's literrally his name, I was meant to give him that sort of flowers. Liliums do also have various meaning:

-white lilium means purity, noblesse and devotion, also maternity and having faith and in certain extent mourning (please spare us during arc 7)

-pink red one means love, passion also giving those to someone means "come and get your love if you're able to, love me, love me it'll be fun to watch" ....litterally ... (I don't understand ...he's not at all a troll on some point... that fairy)

Also speaking of bouquet lilium goes perfectly with rose~

Thorns and wild berries: Same as Malleus, Lilia being a famous General in their country and being devoted to the royal family, I can only imagine him wearing those patterns! Thorns and wild berries also have numerous meaning:

-in past Greece it was considered as "Titan Blood", despite being able to go through, it would leave some stains no matter what (the famous war General back then), it could also means "envy" (related to Maleficent tragic story it could fit).

-it was also used back then to scarred children to not leave the road to eat those looking delicious berries as some mothers would tell them it's poisonous! Temptation is never good and children shoudn't be attracted and gave their trust easily. It's also related to injustice as thorns get grips on everything never letting go! Very heavy meaning to those related to Briar Valley.

Azul Ashengrotto

Magnolia: In my head....only in my head but when they bloom...they're looking like some octo tentacles..... The texture of them are also veryyyy squishy...(I'm out please leave my brain alone). It does exist flowers growing under water and in the sea, but bringing them back to the surface they would suffer the" unfair" injustice of our great "blob fish"!!! Anyway magnolia mean fidelity and respect (signs his contract first please....), it could also mean beauty as our crybaby fought very hard to have his glow up growing up (pat pat good job)~

Sebek Zigvolt

Mimosa: I give "our waka-sama fanboy bodyguard whatever you want" mimosa! Yes you'll be able to see his design more later! Mimosa are very solar, the meaning is tenderness, elegance, magnificense, loyal friendship and security! Also some kind of tender feeling towards our elders. And it smeelllllls so good that our croco boy would attract any fairies to brag about Malleus for hours!

Also the fairy gala event got two categories for me:

the sun related one Leona, Kalim, Ace and Ortho

the moon related one Jamil, Ruggie, Silver and Jack

According to the traditional related meaning of the sun and the moon (masculine, feminine bla bla you know the good stuff), I also tried to fit my design in the same vibes. I gave them flowers related to moon or sun energy~

Phewww such a long post sorry for my bad grammatical sentences and so on, hope I did answer your question!

Again thanks for asking~

#kanswers #uwah such a long post I need a nap #ktwstfairygala

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a-tale-of-legends · 11 months

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Thoughts on Ortega? He's my little man

One aspect I love about them.

I love how Ortega just twirls his staff and uses it to express himself in game lol. It's my favorite part of his battle intro.

One aspect I wish more people understood about them.

Hmmm, nothing much really? I haven't actually interacted with a lot of Ortega content to really garner how the fandom sees him, or rather how the fandom sees him that I disagree with. He's a little guy that could stab you if he wanted, and I think we all agree on that.

One character I love seeing them interact with.

Giacomo and Mela! Giacomo plays off Ortega's more slightly more uptight nature really well! I can tell the banter between the two is great :D. For Mela I love how she's the one who pushes Ortega to get his Star mobiles properly running himself than rely on his mom. Obviously in her own Mela way lol. Like Gia, I can see these two butting heads with their strong personalities, but it's all in good fun and wanting to see the other succeed.

One character I wish they would interact with more.

Ooooh, a hard one. Uuuuuuh, I would say Eri? I feel like small angry child + tall ( and swol) sweetheart is a great combination that I would love to see more of. Ero holding Ortega up like an angry cat XD. Outside of Team Star ( and staying within SV so no Bede lol), maybe one of the teachers in the school. Tbh I feel like all of team Star should have at least one interaction with a teacher after everything they've been through. For Ortega maybe Tyme? Or Salvatore? Either one I feel would match with Ortega- and balance out all his Ortega-ness.

One( or more) headcanon I involved them and one other character.

I'm a broken record at this point cause I keep mentioning it but Atticus specifically made Ortega's gloves to accommodate for Ortega either being tough repulsed, sensitive to certain textures and thus use the ones he likes, help him do knife tricks/ twirl his staff better or all of the above. He also made it to be pretty sturdy, lasting days on end AND told Ortega about the specific fabric he used so Ortega himself can buy his own gloves ( I hc him constantly wearing his gloves outside of Team Star). Going back to the staff, Atticus saw how much Ortega would do tricks with pencils and was aware that he kid them with knives ( no one allowed him to do it though), so the staff was given to Ortega so he was able to do said tricks. ( So basically Ortega's staff helps him stim).

#r answers #thanks for the ask!#team star ortega #pokemon ortega #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarvio #pokemon sv

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rayatii · 9 months

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You know that trope in so many kids shows where one episode revolves around a character who refuses to eat something even tho they usually haven't tried it before, and everyone else tries to convince them to try it, until they relent and decide that they like said food?

Well, kid me used to despise these episodes (and I still feel iffy about them to this day); as someone who was (and still is!) a "picky eater", I took these kinds of episodes as a personal attack, bc I could/can usually tell what I will/won't like based on smell and texture (ye typical autistic stuff), and these episodes felt to me as if they were pointedly discrediting my daily game of "try not to puke".

I understand that there is a difference between not judging anything without trying it (which is a typical kid thing; I have definitely been guilty of that), and being forced to eat something which you can sense that you will despise. But little me didn't see the difference back then, so yeah.

(I think some of that ire was directed at an episode of the French cartoon Petit Potam, that I grew up with, in which the titular character complains about eating certain stuff for lunch (including but not limited to Brussels sprouts), because he'd rather eat his favorite dessert, and his parents are constantly ordering him angrily to clear his plate. At one point, he does put a bunch of Brussels sprouts in his mouth and complains about not liking it as he chews, and eventually spits everything on someone who happens to be visiting, and is grounded for it. But the thing is, by the end of the episode I don't think the main character decides on whether or not he's willing to eat "disgusting food" or whatever (or if it does, it's very vague to me), so I find it very intriguing now that I'm thinking about it.)

I wanna do something that subverts this trope in a way; a character says they don't want to try some food bc they're repulsed by the smell and/or texture. Everyone else around them insists that they just tRY iT, and they relent. About a minute after the character in question swallows a portion of said food (which they still don't like), they start feeling queasy, and then they puke everything out. Sometimes our stomach simply does not agree; it's in our DNA.

It's mind-blowing to me that some ADULT people are apparently still not aware of the difference between two situations I talked about earlier (being fussy for the sake of being fussy VS having actual sensory issues when it comes to food), bc I'm still in the process of de-conditioning myself from the vague notion that these shows instilled in me being a picky eater/not liking many foods/not always being willing to try new foods makes me a bad person of some sort (obviously they never say that outright, but it felt this way to me all the same), and from what I've seen, many autistic/neurodivergent people are having this same issue.

#raya reflects #picky eater #actually autistic #to this day i still feel really insecure when i eat outside home #man that was one hell of a rant #i'm so lucky that my parents never forced me to eat anything i didn't like #and everyone around me has been pretty supportive #but my feelings of sadness and anger at the potential situation of everyone being angry at me for not liking a food have really marked me

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crissiebaby · 1 year

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Growing Into Diapers: Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, sissification, humiliation, forced drug use, domination, masturbation/diaper sex, hyperwetting, anal play, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: BlossomBitchDolly

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The scent of sweat and burning candles filled Edan’s nostrils as his conscious mind returned to reality. Instinctually, he attempted to roll over, believing for a moment that he was asleep in his bed. However, the moment he tried to move, both his hands and legs were held down to the surface he was lying on as if they’d been glued in place. After pulling for a few seconds, it hit him that he was not at home in his bed.

Opening his eyes, Edan was greeted by the tall, dimly lit ceiling of an office. While there weren’t any notable signifiers from his point of view, he had a bad feeling he was in Aubrey’s office specifically. Memories of what Malorie and Rita did prior to him going unconscious flooded back in, causing his penis to stir slightly at the thought of Rita bringing him to climax with just a pocket vibrator.

Lifting his head was a challenge, but Edan managed to peek up over his torso, confirming that he was indeed in Aubrey’s office, tied down to her desk no less. A quick test of the leather straps restraining him told him that he wasn’t getting out of this on his own.

Surprisingly, being pinned to Aubrey’s desk wasn’t even Edan’s biggest concern. Lifting his head further, his eyes went wide as he eyed up his new, pink diaper, which had to be three or four times the size of the already humongous one he’d previously creamed. It was so thick that he couldn’t even tap his feet together, much less his knees.

Adding to Edan’s dread was the pleated, blue skirt that surrounded the diaper, which drew attention to the rest of his outfit. What he initially mistook as the kind of white button-up shirt that he wore every day was actually a silky, white blouse with a ruby-red bow tied around the neckline. Not only that but attached to his leg just beyond his diapers were a pair of black loafers and some black, knee-high stockings. Without a doubt, he had been dressed up like a cutesy schoolgirl who’d stepped right out of a crappy harem anime.

“Like what you see?”

Speaking of harems, Edan was caught off-guard as the luscious sound of Aubrey’s sultry voice entered his eardrums. Sure enough, she, along with Malorie and Rita rounded the desk, allowing him to catch the first glimpse of his captors. Shockingly, both Malorie and Rita were matching him with schoolgirl uniforms of their own, only theirs didn’t have bulky diapers peeking out under their skirts. Aubrey, on the other hand, wore a tight pencil skirt and a sleek suit jacket over a thin blouse that was struggling to hold in her mommy milkers without bursting at the seams. There was no doubt in his mind that if they were the naughty school girls, she was the sexy teacher.

“I’m certain you know why you’re here,” said Aubrey, standing over Edan as she held up the soggy diaper that he had filled with his semen directly in front of his eyes, “You were very naughty not to wait for your mistress. And naughty Littles get detention.” With no warning given, she slammed the diaper down on his face, mooshing the moistened padding around and allowing zero chances for Edan to get a clean breath.

Squirming atop the desk and unable to break through his restraints, Edan was forced to endure the squishy texture and rancid odor of his diaper. However, despite how terrifying and repulsive this situation was to him, his body refused to act in accordance with his mind. He moaned softly into the used nappy while his cock raged on. Even the girl’s uniform he wore, which humiliated him to no end, added to his insatiable arousal. Its smooth, sensual fabric caressed his body in a way that no set of male clothes ever had. He attempted to squeeze his legs together in an effort to stamp out his dick’s steady growth brought on by the female attire. Sadly, the cushiony diaper was far too thick and fluffy, causing his actions to turn him on even more.

With how heated Edan was getting, he knew it wouldn’t be long before his throbbing staff got the attention it was desperately seeking. “Oh. My. Goddess. Look at her little stiffy. She must really love this,” said Malorie, making a point to emphasize her use of female pronouns, much to Edan’s dismay.

“Mi hija, getting all horny while Ms. Aubrey punishes you? I can’t imagine letting you off with a warning after this,” said Rita, adding more fuel to the fires that were burning in Edan’s loins and cheeks. Never, in all his years, had he been this humiliated or this unquenchably turned on. Unable to rationalize what was happening to him, his internalized ego shut down, leaving behind his id to indulge in whatever the girls threw at him.

Lifting the diaper off Edan’s face after a considerable amount of time, Aubrey smirked and shook her head as she looked down at his dull, zoned-out expression. “What a pathetic pervert you are. Getting off to the smell of your own spunk,” she said, sitting down on the edge of her desk and pulling Edan’s head into her lap, “I can’t believe you turned out this well after just one week. Imagine where you’ll be by this time next Monday.”

Confused, Edan raised an eyebrow at Aubrey’s statement. What was all this about how he turned out? Where was he going to be next Monday? Mercifully, in the most sadistic use of that word, Aubrey was there to answer everything. “You’ve been such a good baby for us. Drinking up all of our attention so much that you didn’t even question what you were drinking,” she said as she held up his company-issued water bottle, “Such a delicious cocktail we’ve been giving you. A dash of Baby Brain Mix and an ass-load of aphrodisiacs all mixed together in order to create the horniest baby girl ever.”

With his mind already circling the drain, Edan's reality turned inside out upon this revelation. For the past week, he’d been playing right into the girls’ hands as they buttered him up with the sole intention of turning him into a helpless, drooling baby girl for what seemed like no reason. It was too shocking to believe, and yet, nothing the girls were doing suggested the opposite. His jaw went slack as the horror of what was happening to him sunk in.

Unfortunately, this left a huge opening for Aubrey to plop the water bottle into his mouth, giving it a tiny squeeze and forcing him to guzzle down its contents. “Mmmm, does that taste good? Mommy made you a special mix with CrissBaby’s famous Bladder Busting Formula this time,” she said, using her free hand to gently stroke his hair, “We want to be extra sure that you’re making use of all those free company diapers for a long, long time. Now go on, be a good girl and drink up, or else we’ll have to resort to other feeding methods.”

Sure enough, Edan’s coat was soon filled with the rich, creamy liquid that Aubrey was describing. In the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn’t obey her, now fully aware of what he was drinking. However, the not-so-subtle hint of another, far worse form of feeding was a good enough threat to compel him to listen. He muscled through the first big mouthful before slurping down the rest of the bottle one sip at a time.

“Very good, baby girl, very good,” cooed Aubrey as her hand moved from his hair to his stomach, gently rubbing his tummy in small circles, “Doesn’t it feel so good to be fed this way? Feeling all that warm milk swirling around in your belly while you let your mistress take care of everything. Though, at this point, I think Mommy is more appropriate than Mistress, don’t you?”

As much as Edan hated to admit it, there was something both calming and really hot about being held and fed in such a manner. Still, with what he now knew, he couldn’t let himself fall for Aubrey’s sweet nothings. He just needed to chug the rest of the bottle and get out of there as fast as he could.

Regrettably, Malorie and Rita were both working hard to slow him down at every turn. Rotating south to his diaper, Malorie proceeded to leave giant dark red lipstick kisses all over his pristine, white diaper, while Rita honed in on the tent Edan was pitching. Taking out the same pocket vibrator that had destroyed Edan earlier, she lightly tapped it against the head of his cock, making sure to keep him on the edge of climaxing without going over.

This caused Edan to practically choke on the milk as he fought to suck it down. By the time he finally felt air come through the nozzle, his sloshy, distended tummy was practically an afterthought when it came to the unparalleled levels of horniness he was undergoing.

Removing the bottle from Edan’s lips, Aubrey let her subby sissy rest a second before leaning in close and saying, “If you’re still hungry, Mommy does have other ways of feeding you.” Her cryptic words were made clear when she undid the first two buttons of her blouse to reveal the maternity bra she was wearing.

In an instant, all thoughts of resistance left Edan’s brain as he gazed deep into Aubrey’s supple cleavage. He didn’t care how full he was or how much deeper down the rabbit hole it pulled him. He would do anything to suckle on Aubrey’s mountainous melons. Eagerly, he nodded his head, ready to drink his Goddess’s sweet nectar from the source.

Giggling, Aubrey held her hand up to her mouth to stifle her subtle laughter. “You really are the best baby girl in the whole wide world,” she said, hugging Edan’s head between her breasts, “Buuuuuut, if you want Mommy’s titty milk, you’re gonna have to do something for me.” Easing Edan’s head back, she turned his attention toward something long and thick that he held in her hand. It didn’t take long for him to realize it was another buttplug, only this one was much larger than the one he was currently wearing. His sphincter twitched at the thought of taking in all of that.

“So, are you going to wear this for Mommy, or is our play session over for today?” asked Aubrey as she stared deep into Edan’s eyes as if trying to seduce his soul.

Edan knew this was wrong. He needed to get out of here, to run as far away as he could from this place, and never look back. All he had to do was say no and this would all be over. That didn’t matter, though. Deep down, he knew what he wanted. Quivering and filled with shame, he closed his eyes and nodded his head, “I w-want it…M-Mommy.”

Handing off the buttplug to Rita, Aubrey embraced Edan again, allowing her gargantuan boobs to smother her blushing baby. “As you wish, my baby,” she said as she lowered him back into her lap and moved to unbutton the rest of her blouse. Flicking open her maternity bra, she freed her flesh pillows for Edan to ogle at.

Meanwhile, Malorie and Rita got to work swapping out Edan’s toys. Like a team of surgeons, they quickly untaped Edan’s diaper and lifted his legs high before prying out his current buttplug with one swift motion.

Edan yelped in a one-two combo of pain and pleasure. Aubrey once again pulled Edan into her chest. “Don’t be scared, I’ve got you,” she said, keeping him as still as possible.

Dousing the new, larger plug in a wealth of lube, Malorie kept Edan’s legs up while Rita placed the toy against his stretched-out rectum and unceremoniously shoved it in as far as she could. The toy would pop back out seconds later as Edan’s both proceeded to writhe out of control, his hips bucking back and forth. “Hold still, you big baby,” said Rita as she took hold of the plug again and plunged it back into his ass, making sure to push it all the way in this time.

“OooooooooooooOOOH!!” hollered Edan, screaming into Aubrey’s tits as his butthole was stretched to new extremes. His eyes rolled back as his aching cock surged in his diaper.

As the girls taped Edan back into his diaper, Aubrey praised Edan as she comforted him. “It’s all over now, sweetheart. You did so good,” she said, shifting his face from her cleavage to one of her nipples, “And now, you can have your reward.”

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tearsonatuesday · 1 year

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What about you feels hard to love?

I do not know love; I’ve never experienced it. I have parents how showed no love, only expectations. In these conditions you only learn to hate. It festers in you heart and little by little boils your blood till hate is the only emotion you express. This means I am hard to like and impossible to love.

I hate most things about me, and this causes me to hate my parents as I was forced to display the gifts they bestowed at birth. I hate my body. The only thing that is constant in my life, my body cannot leave me, even when I wish it could. I wish I could peel it off and pick up a newer model, one that’s perfect, one that could be loved. I am fat, not massive but big enough to question if I’m taking up too much room on a chair, or if I look worse if I eat the cupcake I bought for lunch, or if eating a salad makes me look more insecure than I already am. My fat clings to my body and discusses me when I see it, I ask myself why I can’t lose weight or why it hangs in that certain place. I used to believe all the bullshit about how I am who I am, this is the body I’m meant to be in but the more I think about it the more I realise I simply do not want to change it. In this body in have an excuse for being unlovable, not that I think I have the motivation to get skinny. I’ve tried to starve myself but would cave because of judgement, people asking why I’m not eating and then I would spiral into old habits, being who I’ve always been an obese slob who hates the fact they will never be skinny or acceptably curvy. My sisters say I’m beautiful, but they have a certain expectation to say so, they cannot tell me the truth, that I’m repulsive and disgusting, and that they’d rather I leave so they can not look at my eye sore of a flesh suit. I know my weight will be forever unlovable.

My body is unsymmetrical, not enough for anyone to notice, but just enough for my eyes to slowly pick apart when I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror. I see how my fat rolls aren’t equal. How one creases lover then the other, how my underwear looks revolting when falling into these unequal divots. I try to convince myself its not ugly, but I know deep down that ill never accept it as a part of me. My teeth are uneven, lining up slightly to the left. This angers me as my teeth are straight, but this slight shift makes their positives redundant for it causes my face to look ill proportioned. My eyelids are unequal, one side is slightly fatter, from when I had a black eye from falling down the stairs as a child. Although this was an accident, I still hate the fact I caused this irregularity by myself. The worst part is my breasts, the symbol of my womanhood out in wider public is uneven, my right sits lower then my left which ruins all shirts as I can always see the issue through the fabric. This concept reminds me of my unlovability.

My body is hairy, the most disgusting thing for women on western media. I have hair, dark hair everywhere. My arms, my legs, my toes, my feet, my stomach, my sideburns. This ensemble helps to keep my image being revolting. I cannot shave quick enough, the hair comes back in 2 days, I wax, back in 5. Amongst all this hair removing I develop ingrown hairs, which I find just as revolting, red, and inflamed, displaying to the world my worst enemy. My legs have red enflamed spots which don’t disappear, and I pick making worse, but my hands still gravitate to them, trying to remove them from my body in vain. I ask myself why I have this issue. Why do my sisters not? Why must I remain to be disgusting, while they get to be beautiful and hairless? I find my body hair represents that of a man, completely contradicting my identity. Due to my hatred to this and my inability to love it, I know no one else will, for who will want to love someone so revolting.

I hate the acne that litters my face. A series of dots, spots and red patches texturizing my complexion. I wash my face and do skincare with no success. I remain to be disgusting and difficult to look at without mentally doing a dot to don’t across my insecurity. I used to believe that a clear face would make me loveable, a pro amongst the cons. But my efforts have failed. I hate my face and my body. I’m difficult to love because there is no attraction towards me what’s so ever, anyone on the planet would be prettier than me. This makes me unlovable.

When first reading this question, I thought of all these physical problems that make me unlovable but over time the realization is it’s not only physical, but that I’m also ugly in the inside, twisted and delusional.

I am destruction, manipulation, pain, and misery. I try to grow and change but I fear this is all I will be, a star that will explode and destroy everything and everyone in my path, obliterating any connection or bridge I have managed to build. I am alone now and alone always, I am not adorned with fruitful friendships or plastered with budding romance. I am alone, burning, running out of fuel, preparing for the disaster. Separating myself from all who love me, or better yet, loved me. For my prophecy repeats itself from now to eternity. I made bonds, friends, I find happiness, and all comes crashing in, reminding me once again I am like a gaseous ball of fire, doomed forever to be alone. I do not allow myself to be close to another, for the fear of my inevitable breakdown pushes me away, which is another reason I am hard to love.

I am a master manipulator, a liar. I am so terrified of rejection I lie so I can be liked. Although this portion of my personality always causes devastation. I go against my morals, against my feelings, pushing them into a dark corner so others will like me. This causes holes in my persona I display, there is only so many lies one can keep track of. As I continue to reject the real me, I lose the real me. I no longer know who I am. I am an amalgamation of lies, stories and truth, though I know its not the real me. There’s a feeling in my heart which reminds me I am not me and that I am lost. I don’t believe the real me will ever resurface. If I did anything correct in my life, I correctly stuffed the real me in an early grave and left it to decompose. Parts of the real me drift in, like the smell of it decomposing drift through the air, once again reminding me of how I’m not me. With this I know I cannot be loved as no one knows me, not the real me. I no longer know me.

I detest my moods, more precisely my mood swings. i believe I am better; I am happy and prospering but within minutes I will hate everything. I run ad hide like the worlds on fine as my mind believes my world is. Ill cry and isolate and refuse to talk to anyone. Ill hear my phone buzz and people call but I won’t reply, I remain stagnant in my bed. I remain in that state until my mind clears and allows movement. Then I begin the cycle again, I feel better, I believe I’m happy I prosper. Then it comes burning down like a forest fire, destroying all in its path. In this state, ill burn all bridges then build a wall to seal me in. I know when I this happens all I spread is misery, I attempt to share my problems and just bring others down with me. This is why I isolate myself, why ill never allow anyone close to me. This is another factor into why I’m hard to love.

When I read this question, I thought it was only about appearance, but I then dug deeper. Now I have written a response all hope is gone. I know I’m doomed to be alone forever. However, I’m used to it, so I’m not sad. It’s possible I am but I wrote this in the early hours of the morning, and the sun is coming up. The sun is a reminder for a Noah Kahan song, ‘don’t let this darkness fool you, all lights turned off can be turned on’. I will attempt to turn those lights on, so I am easier to love. I deserve love at the least.

#unlovable #i feel so unloveable #s3lf hate #mentally unstable #expressing yourself

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haruharuz · 2 years

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thoughts on veganism

I think veganism can be helpful for some and detrimental to others.

A few years ago I would have three vegan days a week where I would challenge myself to eat vegan. There was, however, one issue. I’m a picky eater. I’m extremely texture sensitive and certain textures make me repulse in contact. I couldn’t sustain it.

I think veganism’s root of helping the animals is good but the way most vegan people handle it is not. Often times people who obsess over being vegan tend to harshly push others towards veganism. This is usually done with promises of feeling amazing and losing weight. However, one of my friends has celiac’s disease and if she were vegan she’d be fucking malnourished right now.

I feel that it can be done correctly by adding lots of high protein sources and a variety of other things into your diet.

Though, I think a large issue in the vegan community is superiority complexes. You are no better than me for being vegan, you are still human. You still damage the planet in some manner as a vegan etc.

I wish it was more accepted to eat in more than one manner. Some days I wake up and want nothing to do with meat and others I feel as if I need it.

#nonny ask #vegan #veganism talk #answered

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aikalie · 2 years

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What my autism means to me

To me, my autism has affected almost every aspect of my life without me realizing it. I've always been a really social person, but it's always been easier to be social online. I've been praised many times for how easy it is to make friends, except it rarely feels like people genuinely want to be around me. When I was younger, I saw interacting with people as a form of "practice" to learn how to interact better. At some point in each friendship, if they go on long enough, someone will misunderstand something I say. I'll say something matter-of-factly and they'll get unreasonably upset without me knowing why. Trying to resolve these issues usually just makes it worse. Without me realizing, the very literal things I was saying were being interpreted as having some kind of hidden meaning that was seen as highly offensive. Realizing I'm autistic, at the very least, gives me an understanding of why this is happening and gives me a chance a fixing the problem instead of just being abandoned without knowing what I even did.

Knowing I'm autistic has also let me learn how to communicate. I'm able to tell people "I mean this literally but" or work out ways of communicating with people who don't get it. There's still hiccups sometimes where people want to believe I'm some demon but I do my best. My girlfriend is also autistic and our communication, while not always perfect, is something special. We're able to communicate our needs clearly and explain if something upset us or if we dont understand something. Communication is always a work in progress, but knowing I'm autistic was like a huge arrow in the right direction to learning.

Social etiquette is another beast entirely. Following specific rules for specific places made little sense to us. If you're in a fancy place why should you wear clothes that are restrictive and only act in certain ways? Why should I do this or that when I just wanna act like myself? Acting how we want has made us come off as carefree or childish to a lot of people, or cool to others; Meanwhile I simply just don't understand the social rules well enough to follow them or care. It's inappropriate to bring a plushie into the office and cuddle it while working? Why though, like serious answer. They're something I love, and I'm here all day and they help me get my work done better, why should I not have one aside from social etiquette.

Stimming is another thing I've had a lot of internalized shame about. There were a lot of things I do that I didn't quite realize were stimming, like playing with my hair or cracking my knuckles. But something like rocking back and forth when im happy or sad has always been see as a negative autistic trope, so I forcibly stopped myself from doing that and felt a lot of shame. I've felt way more comfortable with myself since I let myself enjoy these things. Holding some kind of toy or a plushie to stim with helps me keep focused. Knowing I'm autistic has helped a lot in letting myself stim more for positive effects and not guilt myself about it.

I've always had a weird relationship with food. The types of foods we like depends on who's fronting in the system, but oftentimes we prefer foods without too many conflicting flavors. After learning about autism, we realized texture plays a massive factor in our diet. One food we all universally hate is mashed potatoes, we cant even eat french fries if they're too soft. People always gave us shit about this like "who doesn't like potatoes what even are you". I cant stand their texture, it repulses me. A bunch of other foods are like this too. We always were believed to be a picky eater, but most of the pickiness comes from texture issues. We also tend to have foods that we can eat 3 times a day for weeks on end, nothing but that food. Even people we were close to kind of thought this was weird but just went along with it. One day we just stop eating that food suddenly. Everything made a lot more sense when we realized it was the autism, and we're able to not hate ourselves for being so picky now.

Not only with food, but our senses play into things a lot more than we realized. We're not as averse to fabrics as much as others may be but we still keep to comfortable clothes and materials. We really like blankets and plushies, they're really soft and make us comfy. When it comes to sounds, something like a crying baby or sirens are miserable. We were told we were being immature when we were younger for covering our ears from bad noises, we didn't understand why noone else did. I realize now that because I'm autistic, those bad noises actually cause my physical agony, like my body is screaming out, while for neurotypical people those bad noises are merely uncomfortable. We prefer small, dim spaces with lots of soft objects over anything else. We often have trouble processing speech, so it can take a few tries to recognize what someone said. This makes listening to music hard as after a dozen listens we still probably won't understand what the lyrics in a song are. We tried noise canceling headphones before, and cutting out the bulk of sound really helped our mood. Sensory input can become incredibly overwhelming without realizing it.

Stuff like pattern recognition with autism? We're not amazing at patterns persay, but sometimes we're great at figuring things out in our own ways. Routines never made sense to us, but with the magic of autistic literal thinking, we thought routines were like "you only follow a planner of what to do every hour". In actuality its more like, you prefer doing certain things in certain ways or orders. We shower every morning, we dont feel properly awake if we don't. After a shower we need to put lotion on our whole body or we feel wrong. We put silverware away specifically spoons, then forks, then knives just because that feels like the way they should be ordered, even though it really shouldn't matter. A weirder one we didnt understand why others didn't care but our blanket needs to be on the right way, with seams downwards and the tag by our feet, anything else feels wrong.

Realizing we had autism made us feel less like we were quirky little weirdos and let us learn to be happy with the way we are. It's impossible to explain every example of autism in our life, but since learning we had it we've been constantly realizing why we are certain ways and make sense of ourselves in a positive way for once.

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slitheringblu · 1 year

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Headcanons

[Some are NSFW]

The unhinging jaw is one of the many characteristics of being a snake that Russet possesses that his sister and bother do not. This is not exactly a motion he needs to do but it feels good to stretch out his joints. Maybe cause a fright or two.

Unusually sharp/slightly curved teeth, while having its advantages, has quite a bit of disadvantage. Have you ever had your tongue punctured by needles?

While humans can have their strengths, a crushing grip certainly has its benefits and is less messy. While tall and almost lanky in appearance, Russet has the power behind his form. Clamping onto an opponent will end in a cut off of oxygen. Maybe with a sharp object of a gun close in hand, his victim can break free but otherwise no real chance of getting away once the spy has a good hold.

His flesh is a bit tougher than a normal human’s, the texture is an odd mixture of normal human skin with random patches of reptile scales. No, it is not slimy or rough. Gripping is be a little troublesome. Taking a knife to him just makes it a little harder to split muscle.

Russet can easily go days without food after one meal. Though it would have to be a large chunk of meat [like an entire roast] to go for a week-long without the urge to consume more.

Shedding IS a thing. It extremely painful, it’s messy, it’s repulsive to watch and can take up to three days to a week to fully finish shedding his flesh. The BLU becomes REALLY aggressive while in this process yet also very vulnerable. Thankfully this happens once every two-three months.

Like snake anatomy, Russet has one extra dick that can kinda complicate certain situations. No, said appendage does not have the exact shape or texture like any other normal human male sex organ. It’s weird. One upside is that there is a sheath to make wearing clothes less discomforting.

Russet does have a forked tongue but chooses to not have it exposed as such. He can control the muscles to either split or come together well enough to look like a normal muscle.

Russet and his immediate family are actually half Russian and half German. The extreme body mutations due to the lab experiments and gene splicing have drastically changed their features from hair, facial and body structure and colors. Ex: Black would have kept his mousy brown hair and pale gray eyes. Colorless could’ve continued to have dirty blonde hair instead of white and plain minty green eyes. Russet was just an infant at the time of the splicing but might have had platinum blonde hair and purple hued eyes.

Russet probably has the weakest accent since the scientist were a mixture of races and slang. Colorless leans more towards Russian hint While Black takes more German since they grew up raised apart half the time.

Random Headcanon for the snake family’s real names: Russet - Ivanya [E-vaughn-ya] Romanov Colorless - Matilda Romanov Black - Burnell Romanov

Brutal AU Headcanons

To say Russet hates being stared at is an understatement. He will try to tolerate it initially as not everyone means to. Though his temperament is not certain. He could be trying to shy away one moment, the next trying to eat out your eyeballs. Yes, he does do that.

Considering the snake is tapped into his animalistic habits, Russet does preform on and off again cannibalism. It’s not their thing. Just happens when the camels back is broken.

Another nasty habit he acts on is ripping out people’s jaw by hand, yes he has the strength to do so. Mostly to those who talk too much shit to him or those he feels close to. Even if it’s a minor, crappy insult. Or other times are if someone seems to love to hear themselves talk.

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