#shaunalot

[tboypisss]

I LOVE BUTCHERQUEEENNNNUHHHHHHHHH THEY ARE ALL I THINK OF AND THEY MAKE ME SICKKKKUHHHHHHHH I MISS THEMMMMMM BUTCHERQUEEN KISS SEASON FOUR

[anyfire]

it's actually incredibly important to me that s3 has two scenes where shauna insists on passing the knife to somebody else. i think that shauna serves as a scapegoat for a lot of the characters this season in both timelines, and so much of that is tied to her role as the butcher. it's a role where she's constantly doing the dirty work that nobody else can stomach, misty acknowledges that almost verbatim during ben's trial. and i think that shauna's response to this role is also difficult to stomach, in that she doesn't at any point allow herself any reprieve from the gruesome reality of what she's doing. when natalie kills ben, of course it hurts her to do it, and of course the others are mad, but she can rely on it being "the right thing to do." when lottie kills edwin, of course it's a product of her rapidly deteriorating mental state, of course the others are mad, but she can rely on it being "what it wanted." shauna allows herself none of these things. her rage, her grief, and her resentment are the only things she has. the reality of what it means to cut up the body of a friend is all she has. her resilience, the chip on her shoulder, and her stony exterior are how she survives. she is not a character unburdened by guilt, she's a character who believes guilt is a selfish thing to feel. (you know there was no 'it' right? it was just us.) we did horrible things in horrible ways, what use is there in pretending otherwise? what use is there in feeling guilty once it's done? and so it matters a great deal that when melissa tells shauna why she likes her, that list of things includes parts of who shauna has become since losing jackie, and her baby, and forcing herself to live and exist under the conditions of her (admittedly warped) sense of absolute reality. of course she hands melissa the knife. it's how THIS version of shauna can open up. shauna's love language has always involved mirroring and consumption and co-dependence and a blending of identities. it's how she loved jackie. it's how she goes on to love callie. be me for a second. see what it feels like. live with yourself after you do it. show me that i can do the same. and after natalie kills ben, and shauna takes her place as leader, she does it again. she passes natalie the knife, only this time as a form of punishment. because no matter how mean or violent shauna becomes, how comfortable with blood and guts she appears, that is ultimately how she views this role. it's a punishment. shauna's very existence, the life she's built 25 years later, is a form of punishment. but it's also incredibly significant to me that shauna's idea of punishment involves...forcing somebody to walk a mile in her shoes. be her for a second. see what it feels like. she can't talk about it, or cry about it, or pray about it, but she can do this.

[tugline]

there was nothing straight about this scene

[chiyobot]

don’t be jealous, 🐠! i guess i can share :p

chiyooo :3 how did you become such a pretty writer?? your words enchant me… also.. the lottie stuff you wrote, ahh!!! would you consider writing some feral shaunalot? bear x deer eeek

- 🦴

you're divine .... i am a fanatical reader so i suppose there is that? you flatter me very much bone-moji. here's to the shaunalot agenda. three cheers for wicked and cruel butcher shipman.

bear!shauna & deer!lottie evil thoughts.

#𝐃𝐍𝐈; ／ minors, no age in bio = instant block. nsfw below.

#𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; ／antler-snapping, violent/hate sex, blood kink, brief gore, mild dubcon, tfem shauna with a “knot.”

—— lottie’s antlers loosen, sensitive and throbbing. shauna uses them as handles, wrenching her head back to expose her throat. “beg,” she orders, but lottie just smiles, blood from her bitten tongue staining her teeth. shauna headbutts her – antler meets skull with a crack that sends birds fleeing. lottie’s knees buckle, but she spreads her legs wider.

—— snowed in for weeks, shauna’s hunger turns cruel. she fucks lottie dry, no spit, no slick, just take it. lottie’s hooves crack ice as she writhes, but she doesn’t stop, even when the friction burns raw. “more,” she sobs, and shauna gives it – bites her nipple till blood beads, then laps it up like sacrament. come dawn, their shared breath frosts the hut walls in white.

—— post-carve, the butcher's all teeth and no patience. drags lottie into the den by her antlers, flips her onto all fours, and fucks her raw before the blood’s even dry on her claws. “you stink,” lottie laughs, but she’s spreading wider, tail flicking. shauna answers by shoving her face into the earth. lottie cums screaming, antlers gouging the dirt.

—— shauna backhands her mid-thrust, claws catching lottie’s lower lip. blood beads, drips onto her own antlers. “again,” lottie rasps, tongue swiping copper from her teeth. shauna obliges, striking harder – the crack echoes like a snapped femur. lottie’s pussy clenches around shauna’s dick, her moan garbled by the swelling. “s’not enough,” she slurs, but shauna’s already biting her shoulder, tearing furrows where velvet used to grow.

—— pre-winter, shauna’s insatiable. pins lottie for hours, fucking her raw between naps, her cock still half-hard even in sleep. lottie’s thighs chafe, her cunt swollen, but she stays put – lets shauna nuzzle her hip like a cub, whispering “mine” into her skin. in spring, her antlers will branch thicker, weighed down with shauna’s bite marks.

—— lottie’s in heat, pheromones thick as swamp fog. shauna tracks her for miles, swiping trees into splinters before taking her against a lightning-struck oak. lottie’s antlers tangle in the branches, forcing her neck arched – a sacrifice without a knife. shauna fucks her like she wants to kill her, each thrust punctuated by a snapped twig under claw. when lottie collapses, shauna licks the musk from her trembling thighs.

—— when nat's scents cross shauna’s markers, she reasserts ownership by mounting lottie at the border, her roar shaking pine needles loose. lottie plays along – thrashing, bucking, till shauna clamps wry jaws around her throat. lottie’s cunt pulses around shauna’s knot, her mock-struggles just leverage to grind deeper. the other girls hear the snarls and scatter. smart.

—— shauna's still got blood under her claws when she pins lottie to a gutted deer carcass. “blessed meat,” lottie pants, but shauna’s not here for theology – she’s shoving antlers into the split belly, fucking lottie against warm entrails. “say thank you,” shauna growls, and lottie does, voice muffled by a lung she’s biting into. the others will find them curled in the ribcage, shauna’s tongue licking marrow from lottie’s fingers.

[evil-siphonophore]

Post-Full Circle I want to talk about this scene from season 2

Shaunalot confirmed

[soapyspurnell]

LOTTIE JUST SHOWING UP AT SHAUNAS HOUSE UNIVINTED LMAOOOO THEY'RE EVERYTHING TO ME

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

do you fw jackienat and shaunalot

Baby of course I do

[super-nova5045]

i think lottie saying (about callie) “she’s so powerful” is SO interesting because despite callie’s fear and anger towards lottie i could see her growing close with lottie as that is like the first positive statement she’s heard from an older woman her whole life. like callie is clearly so desperate for approval especially older female approval which is why she goes to such lengths for shauna and lottie is desperate to be needed and to care for people which is why she had such a strange connection with shauna’s son. lottie matthews not the stepfather but the father who stepped up for the shipman children