PREDATION . . .

ITS A VIOLENT PORNOGRAPHY CHOKING CHICKS AND SODOMY THE KINDA SHIT YOU GET ON YOUR TV

[snuffox]

# SNUFFOX 

          18+ && DD:DNE : THESE MUSES ARE FROM A HORROR GORE PORN GAME SERIES, TREAD WITH CAUTION.           an exploration of "stolkholm syndrome", becoming your abuser, guts, gore, snuff films, corrupted & toxic love, foxes, a basement full of bloody tools, survival no matter what it takes, chicken hearts and eating your heart out . . .

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          OTHER INFO ; i can't read purple prose very well. i also won't write with people who write in 2nd person. i write / reply purely based on muse and not chronological order. i don't do exclusives, but i do tend to reply faster to people i have ooc rapport with. i only really have interest in ocs with people i talk to ooc so i can get a better sense of their character. asks and memes and prompts are always open to send and continue as threads and is the easiest way to start writing together. i enjoy formatting, i have no expectations on my partner's formatting besides writing enough for me to reply to and not huge or tiny icons.

          OOC ; HOUND, he / she / &, 25+, NZST. i love fucked up characters and all their dynamics. my activity is sporadic at best due to offline life taking priority as i work and study. im deaf and schizo and audhd and bpd. happy to chat on stoat if we are writing together as i love screaming about our muses together !! CARRD IS WIP.

[vilebird]

BOTH TOO MUCH AND NOT ENOUGH

1) "I have been found wanting, Natalie thought; I have made myself unacceptable and am not worthy." - hangsaman, by shirley jackson

2) text: "meat must be beaten brutal into tenderness, that any body softens with violence, she grinds salt into the carcass, like a wound, a memory". image: a carcass of beef, cleaned, with the ribs on prominent display, painted in oils and rendered in thick strokes of red, orange, tan and white, on a plain dark red background. the text is cutouts on top, dark red text on light tan. - Family Portrait as Unfinished Meal, by Torrin A. Greathouse and Le Bœuf by Chaim Soutine. collage put together by @invisiblemonstrosity

3) a pale hand crushing ripe red strawberries, green leaves still attached, on a plain white background. - apparently by ouiloved on flickr, but they seem to have deleted.

4) bust photo of a tan person with a spotlight on them outside in the dark, head turned down, shoulder length messy wet black hair obscuring their face. their hand is raised to their chest and they are wearing a white tank top. fake blood is splattered and wiped around their chest and mouth. - i can't actually find this one all my attempts lead back to unsourced tumblr posts if you know where its from. help me

5: "You have no one who has any sort of consideration for you. You have had patience and endurance, and what have they done for you? Half-killed you." - carlyle’s house and other sketches, by virginia woolf

6: "try your whole life to be righteous and be good, wind up on your own floor, choking on blood" - sept 15th 1983, by the mountain goats

7: "such a waste of a girl, such rumination. i am obsessive. i contain nothing but the replay. i am blood and blood and replay. i am please don't go." - i put the coffin out to sea, by lisa marie basile

8: an image of a partially bald baby bird begging for food, drawn in the desaturated greens and black of a trailcam, on top, the text reads "i am asking you for something i need", on bottom, the text reads "why is it so hard to give it to me?" - trailcam baby, by @quezify

9: "was i raised without love? / or was i born unloveable?" - @psychwarded

10: "I, in my corner, with my monstrous needs." - As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh, susan sontag

11: "oh, i know that i'm not whole, and sometimes feel the flies swarming, like much of me is rotten." - roadkill ode, chad abushanab

12: a photo of a cut tree where much of the centre is rotted from fungus, accompanied by the text: "heart rot in pine. heart rot is the softening of a pine trees resinous heartwood, caused by an in-dwelling fungus. not all pines have it, but those that do make the excavation of a tree-hole next cavity easier for the red-cockaded woodpecker."

13: "rot made a home inside my body." - i know it's from "bloat" but cant find the authors name again. i think it starts with a c?

14: photo of an abandoned house in shades of brown and beige and orange, the walls are wet and scuffed and the drywall has been torn open in places, exposing the old lath. - abandoned, by @jaggedplains

15: photo of a mouldy strawberry, fading from bright red to grey-green fluff - Strawberry Gray Mold disease stock photo, by MediaProduction on gettyimages

16: "you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they're gonna find out" - tumblr post by @twoheadedfawnn

17: "we are meat, we are potential carcasses,' he once said. 'if i go into a butcher's shop i always think it is surprising that i wasn't there instead of the animal." - francis bacon

18: "you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth." - speeches for dr frankenstein, by margaret atwood

19: photo of a python hanging off a roof coiled around a black and white bird, poised to eat it - i heard some noise on the roof this morning, by candycane7 on reddit

20: "all that matters is that you want to hurt me. all that matters is that you want me." - when rome falls, by yves olade

21: "god told me i was forgiven and then he split me open" - god is made of hunger and i am made of dreams, by katie maria

22: "but this is not about love. once a pig is hung and cut straight, cut from rectum to neck, step inside her death like it is a room: that is how to touch her now. the lord said, you must not eat their meat or touch their carcasses. then came the end of the rib." - oh let's just be hogs, by gregory emilio

23: photo of a strawberry cut in half with its leaves attached. it is bright red, steel knife wet. the background is bright white and plain. - cut strawberry by liz west on flickr

24: photo of a handmade cloth sculpture of a dead autopsied pigeon, red zipper like an incision opening to its empty red interior, small cloth and thread organs arranged around it. - pandora: city pigeon, by jessica bartram

25: '"u need a therapist" actually i need to be euthanized' - tumblr post by deactivated user @122mg

[snuffox]

ren will fall in love with anyone who is gentle or kind to him. even if its only once.

even if they follow it up with toture. he will focus on the gentleness that came first. he will chase it like a racing dog. even if he never catches it again.

he loves strade because of how he stitches him together, bathes him when we cant move, coos and encourages him, and buys him his favorite snacks while he's out if he's been good

[garbledstatic-deactivated202601]

suki suki daisuki!

[mitisangelum]

@snuffox | LYRIC STARTER

❝ i wanna make a color that no one else has seen before. i wanna be so much more. ❞

[snuffox]

          whenever emily spoke, ren's ears stood to attention. he listened and absorbed every word that came from her lips. she was a preacher and her words a sacred sermon. the same was still true even for what may have simply been an idle thought voiced aloud. a twitch of the tip of his tail. ❝ emily, you can do whatever you want, you know ? you're ─ ❞ amazing. astounding. everything ❝ ─ capable of whatever you put your mind to. ❞

[mxchineryy]

non-existent volume huh

[stupidlyakward]

What if Strade slept on the controller? =^.^=

[snuffox]

she will not just shove her hands inside his maw —that’s too intrusive— but instead stare at his canines very intensely while he eats. = ]

          ren  is  always  well  aware  of  the  environment  around  him.  cameras  were  always  on  him  in  one  form  or  another,  and  that  included  people's  eyes.  in  life,  he  originally  stood  out  among  the  crowd  as  his  species.  with  strade,  he  was  a  star,  always  performing,  and  now  in  hell,  while  his  form  was . . . more  normal  compared  to  other's,  he  was  now  even  more  famous . . . infamous  was  maybe  a  better  word ??  no  laws  holding  anyone  back  from  advertising  his  snuff  films,  or  even  one  on  one  experiences  with  the  sinner  and  a  weapon  of  your  choice.  most  of  the  population  had  seen  ren's  guts  laid  out,  before  they  saw  his  face,  or  even  knew  his  name . . . he  knew  when  he  was  being  watched,  when  he  was  performing  for  someone . . .

          a  bite  into  his  piece  of  chicken,  ( his  favorite !!  which  means  it  pulled  an  extra  amount  of  ferocity  from  him )  fangs  digging  and  ripping  flesh,  both  satisfying  and  obtrusive  the  action  and  noise,  they  were  made  for  this  task,  of  devouring  another  life,  juice  and  sauce  spilling  over  lips  and  enamel  ( he  was  always  a  loud,  messy  eater ) ,  and  he  feels  the  intense  stare  on  his  mouth ─ his  teeth ─ quickly  finding  the  source.

          ❝ um ─ ❞   he  starts,  quickly  licking  what  he  could  from  his  face,  suddenly  self  conscious,  blush  spreading  in  his  cheeks.   ❝ emily,  is  there  something  stuck  in  my  teeth ─ ❞   using  a  claw  to  dig  in  between  his  teeth,  trying  to  pull  out  whatever  she  may  have  been  staring  at.

[wrigglerzs]

Lawrence being violent 2.0

[mercywept]

busy body, nosy do gooder, buzzing bee to honeysuckle she. second nature, nothing less than the familiarity of using long limbs, to check up on those within her retinue. he was jumpy, she'd noticed right off the bat, settled her chirpy demeanor and allowed vaggie to handle room negotiations; i'll check on him later! she promised, heeding the stern flash of warning in the angel's steel greys, calming her easy with the assurance that she wouldn't go too far. it'd been some time since then, and her checks came round like clockwork.

some sinners could be jumpy, agitated and flighty, paranoid and vicious. she could sympathize, ren was especially so. it showed in the little details that seemed to make up him, what brief glimpses she'd seen anyways. where she lingered in well remembered hallways, a dreamy figure to keep sound eyes and ears on all her guests, what few they had, as best she could ── when she could. if they weren't comfortable, safe, secure, then she was sorely failing. how could one better themselves fighting at the shadows around them with naught a speck of light in the endless dark? even the midnight sky needed stars to see morning through. she'd hoped, baited breaths and fidgety fingers, that with enough time and care ren might find a sanctuary where there seemed little. improvement seemed difficult to gauge but she thought, believed, with enough encouragement he'd soon get there!

color her shocked, parted lips and bewildered brows in stark replacement of cheerfully anxious regularity, startled out of speaking at the demolition behind his door ── she's slow to scan, trail her red gaze from the erratic display to the wild, hunched figure. however confused she may be, oh, her heart hurt to see him this way. worry rises up, surges, in great waves; a flood to sweep any caught in her tide. she cracks the door open further, a soft crunch of glass under darkly heeled boot in her entry. light flicked on, and she carefully closes the door behind her, allowing for privacy. whatever happened here, prying eyes need not see, he didn't deserve to have his business aired out; this was no freak show.

she's as light as air approaching, kneeling down on long legs clad in black, sharp knees, and smooths her fingertips across the surface of his glass held paws. not grabbing, simply skimming the surface, speaking in soft shushes and worried lilts.

❝ hey, hey. sshhh. are you okay, ren? focus on me. ❞

they could work on clean up later, for now she had to get him calmer, as calm as the fox could be anyways which ... didn't seem like much, really, but a start was a start. she tries to hide the downward curve of her lips at the deep gashes, raised red, oozing and painful, suppresses her wince. the gore under his claws and the shine on his teeth told her enough, and she does her best not to linger. she doesn't quite touch the area, no, instead gestures with a brush of her index finger and sweeps concerned saucer plate eyes up to capture his own in hers.

❝ we'll get you cleaned up, first. don't worry about this, really. but, what── what happened? do you want to talk about it? ❞

[snuffox]

           he  fails  to  remove  himself  from  his  instincts,  fight  or  flight,  freeze  or  fawn.  he  had  done  something  wrong,  he  had  broken  unspoken  rules.  there  had  to  be  punishment.  always  punishment.  and  the  longer  delay  between  the  act  and  the  consequence,  the  worse  it  was.  fear  and  anxiety  would  build  and  build  until  ren  would  be  stumbling  over  himself  to  make  himself  useful  and  keep  out  of  the  way,  small  and  polite,  how  he's  meant  to  be . . . a  well  trained  dog.  strade  made  it  that  way,  and  vox  took  advantage  of  already  established  habits.

           the  fox  flinches  at  her  gentle  touch.  it's  not  made  for  him.  it's  misleading.  it's  a  trap.  a  venus  fly  trap.  sickly  sweet,  but  his  nerves  scream  of  the  teeth  closing  in,  fur  standing  on  end.  charlie,  you  have  cornered  a  wild  animal.  but . . . her  sickly  sweet  voice  and  gentle  touch,  draws  him  in.  ren  jumps  head  first  into  this  trap.  if  it  means  more  gentle  touches.  more  reassurances.  he  didn't  care  what  came  after.  he'll  savor  the  poison  if  sweet  enough.

           focus.  her  voice  and  touch  brings  him  back.  pulling  him  slowly  out  of  crisis  mode,  trembling  under  her  kind  hands  as  dilated  eyes  lock  with  hers,  her  reflection  in  the  yellow  hues.   ❝ i  don't  know ─ it  was  all  of  a  sudden . . . ❞   he  thinks  desperately  on  when  he  got  back  to  the  hotel.  trying  to  think  of  some  trigger,  but  the  more  he  thought,  the  more  it  just  felt  like  he  had  been  boiling  for  a  long  time . . . he  had  the  chance  to  be  free  and  he  denied  himself . . .   ❝ he  keeps  killing  me.  it  hurts  when  i  come  back,  more  and  more . . . ❞   who  is  he  without  his  ouroboros ??  he  complained  but  he  went  back  when  given  the  chance . . .   ❝ this  is  so  stupid ─ i'm  so  stupid ─ i  might  just  live  in  the  tower ─ i'm  wasting  everyone's  time ─ your  time  by  being  here ─ by  trying ─ i  wanted  this ─ ❞

[snuffox]

anything yyou can do i can do better but its strade and announcer

[bloodypulsexx]

good boy.

[freshlybrewedrp]

UNSFW PROMPTS - Honest & Raw.

of Dom/Sub/Switch flavors || all acts are consensual. || REVERSE! highly encouraged.

DIALOGUE - dom.

"That's it, baby. You are almost there. Just a little more." "Fuck, you are so beautiful like this." "Shh, ah-ah, not a sound, baby." "God, you're fucking soaked down there." "Take it all, it's all yours." "Holy shit, your mouth is dangerous." "God, you're so fucking tight." "I want to be down here forever." "Swallow, baby, all of it." "That's my good girl." "That's my good boy." "Woah, slow down darling, I am not going anywhere." "Eyes on me. Don't you look away now." "Ask me, baby. Ask me for more. You know how to." "Louder, I can't hear you." "Show me how much you want it."

DIALOGUE- sub.

"I can't. I can't anymore. Please." "I am close. So fucking close." "Don't stop, please." "Fuck, you are vicious. I want more." "Give it to me." "If you stop right now, I am going to fucking kill you!" "God, you are in so deep." "Is that all you've got?" "Punish me." "You feel so good. I am going to lose my mind." "Stay down there, I am not done with you." "Do I taste good? Show me how much you like it." "Let me sit on your face when I cum." "Keep going. Keep fucking going."

ACTION - sender focused. (attach REVERSE! to switch roles)

sender trails kisses on receiver's stomach and leaves a trail of hickeys. sender drags their tongue over receiver's inner thigh before biting it. sender grinds on receiver from behind while both are dressed. sender grinds on receiver from behind while both are undressed. sender nibbles on receiver's earlobe while fingering the receiver. sender grunts/moans against receiver's neck while finishing inside the receiver. sender masturbates to reach an orgasm while the receiver is watching. sender chokes the receiver while fucking the receiver roughly. sender grips receiver's head while riding receiver's face. sender performs oral on receiver under the table. sender puts a pillow under receiver's hips. sender puts a blind fold on receiver. sender spends a long time kissing receiver's body. sender rides the receiver with hands handcuffed behind receiver's head.

ACTION - receiver focused. (attach REVERSE! to switch roles)

receiver pulls sender into their lap to kiss their neck. receiver tugs on sender's hair to get sender down on their knees. receiver dragging their tongue over receiver's navel to follow a trail down. receiver grips the pillow while sender is overstimulating them. receiver getting fingered by sender in a public setting. receiver performing oral on blindfolded sender. receiver orgasms while getting edged by sender. receiver spends a long time kissing sender's body. receiver spilling a drink on themselves to have sender undress them. receiver gripping the back of sender's head while fucking them in the shower. receiver gripping sender's hips to finish inside the sender. receiver kissing sender while both orgasm simultaneously.

[snuffox]

( motherfucker can't put on weight no matter how hard he tries. )

[bakwaaas]

I don’t want casual I want you to eat me alive

[voxluntas]

up  high  in  the   VEE  TOWER   there  wasn't  much  commotion  going  about.   it  was  a   slow   day  ,  which  was  emphasized  by  the  loudness  of  sharp   CLAWS   tapping  against  the   tempered   glass  of   VOX'S   private  aquarium. 

in  the  tank  there  still  floated   REMAINS   of  the  last   unlucky   employee  who  had  walked  in  at  the  wrong  time.   

[   there  was  never  a  right  time  to  disturb  him  when  he  was  down  here  ,  in  his  chambers   ]

it  was  times  like  these  that  he   wished   that  his  little   PET   could  reform   faster.   watching  the   old   floating  patches  of   FUR   that  he  could  see  begin  to  bob  to  the  top  was  getting   terribly  boring.   even  the  fresh   KILL   from  moments  ago  couldn't   excite   him.

finally  ,  though  ,  his   MILLIONS  OF  EYES   all  around  the  city   lit  up   in  recognition  of  his  current  favourite   TOY   [   well  ,  his  favourite  whenever   VAL   was  pissy  and   ALASTOR   didn't  want  to  play   ]

in  an  instant  ,  he  was   there   right  by  the   LITTLE  SINNER'S   side  ,  slightly  outside   THE  TOWER   whether  he  wanted  him  to  be  or   not.

❛   REN   !   there's  my  favourite  little  guy  ,  my  my  ,  you  came  back   quite  far   from  home.   almost  like   YOU   were   trying   to  manifest  away  from  me.   c'mon  ,  that's  not  the  case  though  ,  right   ?   i  mean  ,  it's  not  like   YOU'RE   actually   scared   after  that  little  .  .  .  FEEDING  SESSION.   and  if  you   are   then  that's  just  not   fair.   YOU   were  the  one  who   wanted   to  see  what   SHOK.WAV   ate.   ❜

not  to  mention  ,   HE   was   late   coming  back  to  the   PENTHOUSE   the  night  before.   surely  there  was   no   correlation  though.   

── .✦ @snuffox

[snuffox]

          ren's  fur  reacts  to  the  electricity  before  he  even  hears  it  or  sees  it.  standing  on  end  to  the  static  charge  that  approached  him,  buzzing  that  suddenly  results  in  vox  appearing  by  his  side  in  a  bright  flash.

          he  was  still  gaining  feeling  back  in  his  digits,  flexing  fingers  to  try  and  bring  them  back  to  life,  other  hand  gripping  at  his  own  wrist,  claws  digging  into  flesh,  red  trickles  down  his  skin,  like  an  offering  for  mercy.  but  he  knows  it'll  never  come.  an  ear  twitch.  the  worse  the  death,  the  longer  it  took  for  him  to  come  back  to  his  senses.

          ❝ no,  sir. ❞   ren  quickly  reassures,  loud  and  sure  of  himself,  well  practiced  in  his  show  of  submission.  he  almost  utters  a  retaliation,   ( he's  a  wild  animal  still  after  all,  chained  and  collared  but  not  domesticated ) .  a  defense,  but  it  goes  unvoiced,  energy  forced  out  through  his  fingertips  instead.  one  more  deep  dig  into  his  wrist  before  he  releases  himself  from  his  own  onslaught,  meeting  the  overlord's  screen  with  yellow  eyes.

          ❝ i'm  not  scared.  i  was  just . . . getting  some  fresh  air  before  i  came  back  inside.  i . . . haven't  been  here  long. ❞   he  could  still  feel  the  echos  of  teeth  tearing  him  apart ─ predator  or  prey,  ren  never  knew  where  he  was  meant  to  fall  anymore.   ❝ i  was  on  my  way  back  inside, ❞   he  repeats,  as  if  a  mantra  or  a  reassurance.

[mcflymemes]

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for both sides of the argument, adjust as necessary.

for the "i don't need your help" one

you can get lost.

i thought i told you i had this under control.

you never listen to me.

i was taking care of it.

leave me alone.

are you happy now?

you just stepped in and ruined it for me.

that was completely unnecessary and you know it.

i had it under control.

you didn't need to show up.

can't you let me handle my own shit?

i would have appreciated it if you asked first.

i had it handled!

you didn't need to do all that!

what part of "i don't need help" do you not understand?

they were about to give it to me before you showed up!

i had something going and you ruined it!

what, you mean you don't trust me to handle it myself?

you trained me better than this.

you can't just show up every time and save me.

what's the point in putting me out here if you're not going to let me do it on my own?

i thought you trusted me to take care of this by myself.

you taught me this.

i'm never going to forgive you for this.

that was uncalled for.

what happens when you're not here one day and i have to take care of things on my own?

how am i ever going to learn if you keep stepping in?

i'm not you.

for the "i'm just trying to help you" one

i heard you struggling.

i was just trying to help you.

and this is the thanks i get for trying to help?

things were getting out of hand. i had to step in.

you never would have done that by yourself.

it's okay to ask for help.

it's not that i don't trust you. i don't trust [them].

a minute longer and you'd be dead in there.

i had to make sure you were okay.

of course i trust you. this was never about trust.

i'm not going to risk your life like that!

i should have been there sooner.

if i'd only reached you faster.

a simple "thank you" would suffice.

you could thank me for saving your ass back there.

sure didn't seem like you had it under control.

things were getting out of hand, and i stepped in.

i'm in charge here, not you.

i'm not going to put your life at risk like that again.

we're done here.

i'm not arguing with you.

i saved your life, and this is how you repay me?

i just wanted to make sure you were okay.

maybe i crossed a line back there, sure, but i did it for you.

it's because i care about you.

of course you're capable. that was never up for debate.

you're not ready.

next time, let me handle it.

clearly you need more time before i let you do that alone.

we'll try again tomorrow.