Bun reaches the mountain peak as a sleepy eye opens, head lifting to the source of the ruckus. I leap from the spine to sit in the ridge of his brow. "The world has changed since we entered it. You told me last time you felt all the life along your back."
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"Could you feel how I've missed you?"
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"Could you feel how I've missed you?"
January 21, 2026 at 3:43 AM
I don't think I've ever seen a walrus OC / sona that isn't just one of the cutest things ever
February 16, 2025 at 11:14 PM
Sure you didn't mean to become a gargoyle, but when you go visit the local cathedral every day, what did you expect? Admiration for the art becomes a desire to protect it. A necessity. Lurking in a corner. Hands freeze into claws, merge with the stone. Bound while muscles become rigid. #TFEveryday
October 19, 2024 at 6:43 PM
Sat on this for a moment and now I'm thinking about a city in need of a guardian against the supernatural. Going on a walk in an unfamiliar part, to see the sights and relax, and you just... keep walking. Tireless. Senses alert. After a while you realize you've stopped seeing other people.
February 6, 2025 at 2:04 PM
Well, now I definitely want to hear about Bun's exploits toying with a magic hunter or perhaps dealing with a curmudgeonly audience member :3c
December 22, 2025 at 11:18 PM
"The cruelty of angels is that they tempt as much as any demon, but condition their rewards on the immeasurable goodness of a heart." #SaltTale
October 1, 2025 at 7:53 PM
"The cruelty of angels is that they tempt as much as any demon, but condition their rewards on the immeasurable goodness of a heart." #SaltTale
#TFtober #Weretober Day 10: Smilodon
The hunger doesn't go away when you change back. It did at first. Now you run your tongue over your insignificant human teeth and the tang of blood on curving fang burns in your mind. You pick up meat at the store and ache for the hunt.
The hunger doesn't go away when you change back. It did at first. Now you run your tongue over your insignificant human teeth and the tang of blood on curving fang burns in your mind. You pick up meat at the store and ache for the hunt.
#TFtober #Weretober Day 9: Cuttlefish
Every time the first tentacle splits from a strip of flesh, you curse with all the power of the tides the day the zoo brought in that gods-darkened ocean exhibit. The OCEAN isn't meant to be out here surrounded by corn and FUCKING SHEEP.
Every time the first tentacle splits from a strip of flesh, you curse with all the power of the tides the day the zoo brought in that gods-darkened ocean exhibit. The OCEAN isn't meant to be out here surrounded by corn and FUCKING SHEEP.
October 19, 2024 at 2:19 PM
That itching down your spine.... is it a tail yearning to stretch? The prickle of a mane breaking free? The fragmenting of skin into scale? Don't think about what you're becoming. Forget what you were. Know what you are.
#SaltTale #TFTuesday
#SaltTale #TFTuesday
January 21, 2025 at 7:26 PM
That itching down your spine.... is it a tail yearning to stretch? The prickle of a mane breaking free? The fragmenting of skin into scale? Don't think about what you're becoming. Forget what you were. Know what you are.
#SaltTale #TFTuesday
#SaltTale #TFTuesday
#TFtober #Weretober Day 8 Hyena
Park Ranger graduation day is always a hoot.And a holler, a heckle, even a howl. When induction begins, a chuckle bubbles out. Ears rounding, you hear your pack, cackling and rowdy. You lean forward, shoulders hunched, arms low, and leap into the jest, loud and proud
Park Ranger graduation day is always a hoot.And a holler, a heckle, even a howl. When induction begins, a chuckle bubbles out. Ears rounding, you hear your pack, cackling and rowdy. You lean forward, shoulders hunched, arms low, and leap into the jest, loud and proud
#TFtober #Weretober #TFEveryday Day 7: Otter
The best part is the energy. It ripples beneath the patches of fur and lean muscle spreading over your body. The rush as it hits your thighs, pushing you to run and swim. Waiting for the changes to hit your head, energy building, is blissful agony. 🧵
The best part is the energy. It ripples beneath the patches of fur and lean muscle spreading over your body. The rush as it hits your thighs, pushing you to run and swim. Waiting for the changes to hit your head, energy building, is blissful agony. 🧵
October 19, 2024 at 2:18 PM
#TFtober #Weretober Day 9: Cuttlefish
Every time the first tentacle splits from a strip of flesh, you curse with all the power of the tides the day the zoo brought in that gods-darkened ocean exhibit. The OCEAN isn't meant to be out here surrounded by corn and FUCKING SHEEP.
Every time the first tentacle splits from a strip of flesh, you curse with all the power of the tides the day the zoo brought in that gods-darkened ocean exhibit. The OCEAN isn't meant to be out here surrounded by corn and FUCKING SHEEP.
#TFtober #Weretober Day 8 Hyena
Park Ranger graduation day is always a hoot.And a holler, a heckle, even a howl. When induction begins, a chuckle bubbles out. Ears rounding, you hear your pack, cackling and rowdy. You lean forward, shoulders hunched, arms low, and leap into the jest, loud and proud
Park Ranger graduation day is always a hoot.And a holler, a heckle, even a howl. When induction begins, a chuckle bubbles out. Ears rounding, you hear your pack, cackling and rowdy. You lean forward, shoulders hunched, arms low, and leap into the jest, loud and proud
October 19, 2024 at 2:19 PM
#TFtober #Weretober #TFEveryday Day 7: Otter
The best part is the energy. It ripples beneath the patches of fur and lean muscle spreading over your body. The rush as it hits your thighs, pushing you to run and swim. Waiting for the changes to hit your head, energy building, is blissful agony. 🧵
The best part is the energy. It ripples beneath the patches of fur and lean muscle spreading over your body. The rush as it hits your thighs, pushing you to run and swim. Waiting for the changes to hit your head, energy building, is blissful agony. 🧵
#TFtober #Weretober Day 6: Pegasus
You were born with a single feather. It fell off quickly. The midwife who found it remarked how strange it was to find, how small and black and right next to the cushions they had meticulously cleaned.
#TFTuesday #TFEveryday 🧵
You were born with a single feather. It fell off quickly. The midwife who found it remarked how strange it was to find, how small and black and right next to the cushions they had meticulously cleaned.
#TFTuesday #TFEveryday 🧵
October 19, 2024 at 2:17 PM
When you try the Ritual of Overflowing Might before learning control, things get out of hand FAST #SaltTale #SaltOCs
Huge thanks to @barashbenski.bsky.social for some demon daddification!
Huge thanks to @barashbenski.bsky.social for some demon daddification!
Clean Color sketch for @saltcrossbuns.bsky.social
Beelze-Bun, imp-ified by the necklace, wanted to test out exactly what demonic powers he possessed. One such power is turning into a full-Demon-Daddy form, complete with mysterious liquid oozing out from everywhere...It's Cum.
Beelze-Bun, imp-ified by the necklace, wanted to test out exactly what demonic powers he possessed. One such power is turning into a full-Demon-Daddy form, complete with mysterious liquid oozing out from everywhere...It's Cum.
July 3, 2025 at 12:55 AM
When you try the Ritual of Overflowing Might before learning control, things get out of hand FAST #SaltTale #SaltOCs
Huge thanks to @barashbenski.bsky.social for some demon daddification!
Huge thanks to @barashbenski.bsky.social for some demon daddification!
#SaltTale tag is also now a tf concepts repository
Turning into a deer, thoughts teased out into antlers, growing fuzzy as velvet coats them, and lost for good when the velvet is stripped off. #TFEveryday
October 19, 2024 at 6:51 PM
#SaltTale tag is also now a tf concepts repository
#TFtober #Weretober Day 11: Orca
You don't have to go to the sea, but it calls to you. Salt on the air when you know there is none, suddenly wobbly legs and the urge to dive. It peaks twice a month, when the curve of the crescent moon matches the fin that rises from your back. 1/2
You don't have to go to the sea, but it calls to you. Salt on the air when you know there is none, suddenly wobbly legs and the urge to dive. It peaks twice a month, when the curve of the crescent moon matches the fin that rises from your back. 1/2
October 19, 2024 at 2:29 PM
I imagine Nait has a fondness for rats and minotaurs, and turning cities into mazes.
In its way, it is a demon of revels, similar to Dionysus being also a god of madness. #SaltTale
In its way, it is a demon of revels, similar to Dionysus being also a god of madness. #SaltTale
The sixth Pride demon, Naitsirch is called to hunt by @sylenspotions.bsky.social. Once called, you are marked, and a shadow of its presence is always near. It feasts on humiliation, surprise, and the joy of toying with the bodies and minds of its prey. #SaltTale
Naitsirch is a beastial demon reminiscent of a sphinx or manticore, with the horns of an ibex, the torso and back legs of a panther, and the talons, feathered chest, and wings of a harpy. It has a masculine face, though it does not care for such designations. Its hoarse voice compels attention.
June 12, 2025 at 11:04 PM
I imagine Nait has a fondness for rats and minotaurs, and turning cities into mazes.
In its way, it is a demon of revels, similar to Dionysus being also a god of madness. #SaltTale
In its way, it is a demon of revels, similar to Dionysus being also a god of madness. #SaltTale
Pride Prompt! Open for the month:
As Pride dawns, the Psalmody of Names unfurls, revealing the nature of guardian angels.
Angels are spirits of obedience, each bound to a rule, and able to bless those who follow it.
Name an angel, or the rule they guard, and I'll spin their description. #SaltTale
As Pride dawns, the Psalmody of Names unfurls, revealing the nature of guardian angels.
Angels are spirits of obedience, each bound to a rule, and able to bless those who follow it.
Name an angel, or the rule they guard, and I'll spin their description. #SaltTale
June 1, 2026 at 2:58 PM
Pride Prompt! Open for the month:
As Pride dawns, the Psalmody of Names unfurls, revealing the nature of guardian angels.
Angels are spirits of obedience, each bound to a rule, and able to bless those who follow it.
Name an angel, or the rule they guard, and I'll spin their description. #SaltTale
As Pride dawns, the Psalmody of Names unfurls, revealing the nature of guardian angels.
Angels are spirits of obedience, each bound to a rule, and able to bless those who follow it.
Name an angel, or the rule they guard, and I'll spin their description. #SaltTale
Collecting the Pride Demons in a thread together.
And also putting into the world that it might be fun to hit 13 of them, if 6 of you have a demon's name inscribed on your soul and you wish to share. #SaltTale
And also putting into the world that it might be fun to hit 13 of them, if 6 of you have a demon's name inscribed on your soul and you wish to share. #SaltTale
If you reply to this with your Pride demon's name, I will give you a spontaneous lore snippet or description of them.
Everyone remember to FULLY outline your summoning circles before going to bed tonight. You don't want to wake up and find out your Pride demon got shunted into Greg next door because you were lazy and didn't notice a smear in your coordinate runes!
June 6, 2025 at 3:39 PM
Collecting the Pride Demons in a thread together.
And also putting into the world that it might be fun to hit 13 of them, if 6 of you have a demon's name inscribed on your soul and you wish to share. #SaltTale
And also putting into the world that it might be fun to hit 13 of them, if 6 of you have a demon's name inscribed on your soul and you wish to share. #SaltTale
The final 5 memories left to an approximately 700 year old vampire up to the moment of his demise (I am a sap):
February 3, 2026 at 3:36 PM
Something dwells in the old well on the edge of town. The grandfathers stand guard. The fathers think they're superstitious. My mother gives me a charm. It helps me move quietly, to the shed with the bucket that has been forgotten, but cannot be removed from town.
August 18, 2025 at 3:19 PM
No one knows if the bear is a man, or was a man once. They are large and hairy. They are ancient (though wisdom does not need to be). They may be sad and contemplative, or the host of revels. Wisdom is not, cannot, be static. Wisdom addresses itself, and there is much history and a vast present
August 15, 2025 at 11:55 PM
The lowing you'll let out as you swell with milk, the heaviness between your legs causing them to spread and sprawl. Unable to stand with them so full, but the angle for a good grip escaping your thirsty, clutching fingers...
November 30, 2024 at 3:35 PM
Please forgive this opening lore segue. #SaltTale
These spirits we call angels, in their love of order and obedience, carry also a respect of hierarchy. Those high within the circles of power insist that they are all one choir, singing different verses of the same almighty hymn. 1/7
These spirits we call angels, in their love of order and obedience, carry also a respect of hierarchy. Those high within the circles of power insist that they are all one choir, singing different verses of the same almighty hymn. 1/7
June 7, 2026 at 5:21 PM
Please forgive this opening lore segue. #SaltTale
These spirits we call angels, in their love of order and obedience, carry also a respect of hierarchy. Those high within the circles of power insist that they are all one choir, singing different verses of the same almighty hymn. 1/7
These spirits we call angels, in their love of order and obedience, carry also a respect of hierarchy. Those high within the circles of power insist that they are all one choir, singing different verses of the same almighty hymn. 1/7