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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— happy home day + eijirou kirishima.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — exactly one a year after adopting from the pound, kirishima plans a special surprise for you, his special little puppy hybrid, on their birthday.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, smut, fluff, hybrids, lingerie, collars, creampies, dumbification, possessiveness, pet-names, body-worship, orgasm-denial, dom-sub, unprotected sex, praise!kink, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, afab!reader, puppy hybrid!reader, pro hero + owner!kirishima.

⭑ words — 4.3K.

⭑ notes — hi !!! i wanted to post something so had you guys vote on what you wanted to see next. the winner ended up being kirishima <3! this was a birthday fic commissioned by my baby @eijirhoe ( who has given me permission to post ) and was beta read by the lovely @vagabondings!! i hope you enjoy !! kiss kiss - m.list ✩

“for fucks sake, kirishima, that is not a fuckin’ guard dog.”

only katsuki bakugou could be this miserable in an adoption centre for adorable hybrids— kittens, bunnies, mice and puppies alike. the redhead gives the employee standing nearby an apologetic mix between a smile and a grimace, the poor thing shaking in their boots at the proximity of the dynamight.

“katsuki, don’t yell. you’ll scare the ‘lil thing,” he pouts, sticking his fingers through the wire bars on the cage— coaxing the little hybrid inside closer. “and i thought you said german shepherds made great guards!” kirishima wiggles his digits again, pursing his lips to make those kissy sounds that are usually used to call to cats and crouches down to the height of the enclosure.

bakugou smacks him upside the head but takes a stance beside his rioting hero friend before signing dejectedly. “wrong sound idiot, you’re meant to whistle,” the two strong, and surely intimidating men spare a glance at the cowering hybrid as katsuki whistles in an attempt to gain some trust. “and they usually do, but this one looks like they might shit themselves if someone looks at them funny. not a guard dog.”

“but bakugou—“

“i hate to interrupt, mister riot. mister dynamight.” the employee from earlier steps in, steeling her nerves as she gestures to the cage the puppy hybrid is in. “but if this one doesn’t get adopted soon, i’m afraid they’re going to be put down. we don’t have the space for slightly quieter and apprehensive hybrids like them, no one really wants them if they’re not overly friendly or energetic and…if they do it’s usually for the like…”

“hybrid farms,” bakugou finishes for the kid, his voice thick with disgust. “just shut one of those down the other day. awful fuckin’ places.”

kirishima pouts again, peering into your cage— noting the gloss in your big pretty eyes and how you shrink in on yourself, tail pinned to the ground without the happy swish to it that other puppy hybrids in the centre have. “so…” he can’t imagine what you’ve been through, what you’ve seen to have ended up here. “if they don’t get adopted today, they’ll be put down? isn’t there any other way? that hardly seems fair.”

“to us it’s a little more humane than ending up at a hybrid farm or those indecent love hotels exclusively for sex with hybrids…” the employee trails off again, nervously fidgeting with their fingers. in the distance, a bell chimes with the notification of more customers— a mother and her child, probably looking to adopt one of the younger, nosier hybrids for their family. “if you’ll excuse me…”

“i’ll take ‘em!” red riot blurts without even thinking, the employee not having taken two steps away from him and his angry blonde friend who looks at him like he’s gone bat-shit crazy. “this is their only chance, right? i have to do something, they don’t deserve to go out like this.” the blonde closes his mouth, holding his protests thoughtfully.

he’s right. kirishima is right, his kind soul always is. “ai’ght, fine. but don’t expect me to train that thing, they ain’t nowhere near close t’bein’ a guard dog.” bakugou grunts, folding his arms across his broad chest with a faux look of dismay— not admitting how impressed he is with eijirou.

eijirou kirishima has a heart of gold, he’s always been like that— putting others before himself because he believes in them. he takes in strays, builds up their strength and their confidence, letting them know that he’ll always be the sturdy figure they can fall back on in times of need. katsuki was one of those strays, an unwanted dog just like you. he’d bared his fangs to the sweet redhead in fear of letting in someone that would hurt him, but as it turns out, becoming friends with someone as selfless as kirishima was just what katsuki needed.

the employee sighs, shoulders sagging with relief as they glance between the two pro heroes. “should i be getting the adoption papers then?”

with an enthusiastic nod, red riot peers back at you with affectionate eyes and a smile you can trust— one that only widens when you bump your head against his fingers over the bars of your pen and let the tips of them just brush your lush puppy dog ears. “yes please,” he says warmly, his gaze never leaving you. “don’t you worry about a thing little one, it’s you and me now, got it?”

and for the first time in forever, your tail wags happily, and you don’t feel worried at all.

being adopted by eijirou kirishima most probably saved your life.

he’d been eager to get you out of that shelter, with the promise of a better life written against his lips and lost under his tongue as he babbled about your new home and how excited he was to have a puppy hybrid of his own. a timid, sweet faced and jumpy german-shepherd hybrid nothing like their breed— with big eyes, a set of pointed and twitchy puppy dog ears and a tail that stays pinned to the ground with nervousness. there’s a lot for him to undo, a lot of trust to build up.

kirishima was patient when introducing you to his home that only big time pro hero money could buy— he let you sniff out the place, scenting areas that made you feel safe even having his comforting, large presence right beside you was enough to make your ears perk up and heightened senses go wild. he let you pick out the biggest spare room in the house and had even felt sad for you when you stated that you’d never had your own before.

“with me, i’ll make sure you have everything you want ‘n more, kay pup? things will never go back to the way they were for you.” the red head swore to you, crossing his heart — that was the first time you’d ever felt love like that.

the two of you quickly fall into an easy routine; kirishima would leave for work in the mornings after making sure he’d set out the perfect meal a growing pup, like you, would need— using all sorts of kibble that his explosive friend katsuki had recommended. occasionally he’d spoil you with pieces of turkey bacon that he knew you weren’t allowed to have, but what was the harm in spoiling someone who hadn’t experienced luxury before? plus he liked the way your German shepherd tail would wag and your pupils would dilate at the sight of the meaty meal.

eijirou made sure you had all the toys possible to play with while he was away for work— you didn’t like sitters and nearly chewed out the last one katsuki had recommended for a nervous puppy such as yourself. you didn’t like her scent and how it had gotten all over your owner. you preferred to be alone, surrounded by the pinewood and musky husk the redhead would leave behind. and, by the time he came home from being red riot, you’d be sitting right by the door with big bambi eyes to welcome him home, the little bell on your store-bought collar jingling as you rush to meet kirishima at eight pm sharp each day.

though you’re pampered with treats and pretty things and ear scratches 24/7– kirishima does have you trained by that awful bakugou. you’re by no means a guard dog, despite what your hybrid breed might indicate— but you’re disciplined with house rules and how to sit and act properly. bakugou is mean and he snarls at you from time to time, but the praise and kisses you get from your darling and sweet red haired owner make the training completely worth it.

nowadays, katsuki doesn’t even question when you scamper onto the couch or perch yourself on eijirou’s lap whenever they have their boys nights to watch the hero rankings live. “pampered fuckin’ pooch,” is all he grunts from over his can of beer.

“hey,” eijirou will huff, his hands on the fat of your waist or twirling through your fluffy brown and black tail. “don’t be mean, katsuki. they don’t know any better.”

even with all that house training— you still sneak into his bed when being on your own gets too much. his warmth calms you, and eijirou doesn’t seem to mind the brush of your thick and soft tail against his thighs in the morning. ��pup, you’re not s’pposed to be on the bed,” he’d tried to scold you the first time it happened, he really did, but your ears lay flat against your skull and you gave him those eyes and kirishima was quick to dive in next to you— asking you what was wrong. “nightmares huh? of the pound? well, those can’t be very nice. maybe you should share a bed with me tonight. one night won’t hurt, will it?”

except one night, becomes every single night.

repeatedly, each night, eijirou scoops you up into his flexing, toned arms and carries you to his room instead of your own— tucks you under his weighted duvets not yours, and swamps you with his body heat. he runs like a furnace during the later hours, not that you mind, it’s nice to be close to him. to feel adored like that.

yourself and kirishima are touchier than most hybrid-owner pairs, you’ve noticed. bakugou thinks it’s because you have a clingy-attachment style, the red head because you’ve been deprived of the affection that most pups deserve. he goes beyond headpats and chin scratches, and the ones that itch right behind your floppy fluffy ears. kirishima keeps a hand on the slope of your waist when he takes you for walks on sunny days, he holds your hand instead of your leash most of the time and his lips linger against your forehead a little longer than normal for a hybrid that’s just a housepet.

you think it’s normal at least, you’ve never been cared for like this and having eijirou’s attention some, if not all, of the time feels like a dream come true. you know that he loves you when actions of endearment become more passionate— when innocent cheek kisses become sloppier lip-locks and when hugs turn into desperate attempts to grab at your flesh, also when your heat cycles become less about finding a mate and more about begging kirishima to ravage you against the nearest surface, soothing the instinctual ache in your bones and lower tummy.

he loved you, and you loved him— and you knew that you owed it all to kirishima for the better life he gave you. taking a chance on a shy little puppy hybrid at risk of being put down.

taking a chance on you.

“angel, ‘m home!”

the rustling of brown paper bags, heavy foot-steps and keys jingling in the front door make your puppy dog ears twitch and you perk up from your place deeper in the house at the sound of kirishima coming home from a long day’s work. you scramble up to meet him half-way into the kitchen, tail swishing a mile a minute behind you, nose wriggling in anticipation. “e-eji!” you breathe, fingers itching to reach out and touch him. “you’re back!”

you’re so cute, so loyal that it warms the pro hero right down to his core. kirishima nods once, giving you the go ahead to latch onto him since you’d waited so patiently and lets out a small chuckle as you tuck yourself into his side. “i always come back, don’t i?” setting the bags on the marble island, he frees up a hand to brush over your head softly, using a knuckle to rub behind your ear. “have you been good, baby?” moving to cup your cheeks next, he presses a gentle smooch to the tip of your nose. “‘course you have, you’re always good f’me…but, i gotta know— did ya miss me?”

“i always miss you,” you say a little too quickly, nuzzling into the palm of red riot’s large hand, tail wagging even faster. “can i…can i have a kiss, eiji? please.”

for a moment, a primal look flashes through the hero’s eyes before being replaced with something softer, something that mirrors the smile he gives you. “only ‘cause you asked so nicely, baby,” he says playfully, sliding his hands from your face down to your waist and tugging you nice and close, your hips flush against one another. “c’mere puppy, gimme some sugar, hm?” your body can’t help but bristle, keening into kirishima’s touch as he subtly lowers his voice and guides you into following his command.

you stand on your tiptoes without even realising it, tilting your head upwards as kirishima coaxes your mouth open with his mellow moving tongue—sighing sweetly against your lips until he’s captured them properly in a slow kiss, not giving you too much but pouring enough words into it to let you know how much he cares for you. he pulls away so things don’t too heated, but still keeps his hands on you before you can whine in protest.

“what’s that?” you ask softly, cocking your head to the side when you notice the bags behind him.

“oh those? well,” kirishima swoops down to your height, nipping your nose with pointed teeth— only serving to make it scrunch up adorably. “i heard it was a certain pup’s birthday today…and it also happens to be the one year anniversary of their adoption. so i got ‘em a lil’ somethin’ to celebrate.”

he lives for the way you smile, almost dies at how your eyes sparkle. “c-can i open it eji?”

“not all of it, pumpkin,” eijirou briefly lets you go and you really do whimper this time, knowing better than to claw at him to stay when you know he’ll be right back. the burly redhead turns to grab a perfectly wrapped package from within the brown paper bag and passes it to you with an eager grin. “go put this on f’me, will you baby? then meet me in the living room once you’re done, for the rest of your present, kay?”

“okay! i’ll be quick!” you practically squeal, vibrating in your place.

“good pup, i’ll be waitin’,” he turns you around with a grip that's barely there, handling you as if you’ll break with too much force and patting you on the bum softly as you go.

by the time you return to the living room, it’s been completely transformed.

the lighting is dimmed, a ruby glow filtering through and the soft hum of your favourite song reverberates against the walls and high ceilings. kirishima seems to be fixing a box on the coffee table by the couch before he notices you, a slick and sexy grin tugging at the corners of his lips as you approach him. “there’s my pretty puppy,” he rasps lowly, sending a shiver from the tips of your ears right down to your toes. “god, i think i made the right choice pickin’ that cute lil’ number out for ya, looks so good on you, hun.”

heat pulses under your skin like buzzing kinetic energy, making you tuck the swell of your cheek into your shoulder bashfully, fluffy ears flattening against your skull. “you think so?” said number is a darling little babydoll dress, made of black silk and red lace lace accents that tickle the backs of your thighs with hearts embroidered at the chest.

“it looks perfect on you baby, you’re breathtakin’,” kirishima tells you earnestly, holding his hand out for you to hold— which you take shyly. “c’mere, twirl f’me? wanna see all of you. show off for me, cutie.” every single one of his compliments has your tail swaying from side to side and blood rushing to your brain, making you dizzier than the cute little spins you do for him while the pro hero sinks into the couch to watch you.

he leans back, thighs spreading wide— and you have to fight the urge to drop your gaze between them. “that’s it pretty thing, my puppy’s such a fuckin’ stunner.” kirishima swallows thickly, ruby glossed eyes darkening with desire. “come t’daddy pup, wanna give you your other gift.”

you quickly shift to stand between his spread legs, quivering like you’re cold has large and rough hands swallow your waist and bunch your night dress up at your hips. he presses sloppy kisses to the softness of your tummy over the material.

“sit.” he commands simply, tugging on your hips to pull you down with him

“yes daddy,” your breathing is ragged as you sink into kirishima’s lap, thighs apart so that you can straddle him properly. you wonder if he can hear your heart racing from its place in your chest— your heightened hybrid senses can already pick up on his, kirishima’s pulse sky-rocketing now that you’re on top of him. “c-can i have my gift now?”

his calloused hand pushes the black silk up and over the curve of your ass, red riot digging into the fat of it to rock you back and forth over is hardening girth. “r’member your manners, puppy. yer s’pposed to ask daddy nicely.” nonetheless, he relents and snatches up the box on the coffee table— handing it to you to unravel. “open it up, baby.”

excitedly, you tear through the daintily wrapped package, revealing a red patent leather collar—decorated with red and black bows, and a heart shaped tag with the letters ‘EK’ inscribed into it. collaring was a big deal in the hybrid community, it meant a permanent mark, belonging to someone, being in love.

“let me put it on you,” eijirou simpers, readily slipping the leather around your neck and sliding two fingers underneath it to tug your lips up to his. “i love you, pup.” he confesses, licking into your mouth hungrily and grinding up into your dripping heat.

it’s embarrassing how wet you’ve gotten and so fast, dumbly following him to the forest fire of lust, sucking on his tongue like a parched puppy lapping at the first drink it can get. hybrids slick up faster when aroused and kirishima turns you on like no other— somehow finding your panty covered clit between your salacious bump and grind.

slumping against his beefy chest, your nails dig deep into his shoulders and whistle tone dog squeaks bubble up on the swell of your lips each time eijirou swipes the pad of his thumb over your swelling pleasures nub, encouraging your juices to gush over his hard on—glueing you both together by strings your arousal.

“i love you too…p-please e-eiji!” the air in the room feels heavier, tainted with the lust that clouds your logical thought. in fact, you can’t even think right with the way your owner toys with you. he drools against your puppy tongue, curses into your heated mouth all while you’re riding his fingers like your life depends on it, kirishima pinching at your sticky clit just to hear more of your needy whines. “p-please daddy,”

the hand that once sat lightly against your neck now trails over each dip and curve of your body, barely brushing over your nipples or digging into the meat of your ass and thighs. “you look so fuckin’ good in the things i buy you, hun, drive me fuckin’ insane,” kirishima fights back a moan, cock twitching against your ass, desperate to be inside of you. “so beautiful in that lil’ dress, with my name around your neck. fuck… ‘m so lucky. my pup, daddy’s sexy fuckin’ puppy.” he rambles and praises you all at once, giving you whiplash, making you clench and ooze sweetly around nothing.

you’re sure that the redhead is almost as brainless and as fucked out as you are just from dry humping his darling little pup… but through his own grunts and groans, hips wildly bucking up to meet yours— kirishima still manages to dominate you, make you feel like you don’t even have to think around him. “you want me, pup, is that it? want me to fuck you?” he hums huskily against the shell of your ear, pinging your collar against your neck when you nod your head yes wordlessly. “gotta—fuck— gotta use your words f’daddy, c’mon now, you know that.”

“y-yes daddy, want you. badly.” you slur, and suddenly, your world tilts on its axis. your back hits the sofa with a bounce and you're pinned against it by the weight of your owner above you, your knees being pushed into your shoulders.

“a-always such a good…obedient lil thing f’me,” eijirou groans at the sight of you beneath him. “so perfect, ‘m so lucky t’have such a beautiful puppy all to myself, shit!” your silk baby doll gathers at your hips, soaked panties tucked to the side and your glistening, pulsing mound on display like an attraction made just for him. he wastes no time in yanking down his sweats and boxers in one go— revealing his bright red and angry dick, covered in a thick layer of gooey white precum. all for you. kirishima slaps the length of himself against your slit once, twice before his forehead falls against yours.

“p-put it in eiji, c-can’t wait daddy…”

even though your cute little sex makes him a wreck, eijirou still manages to hold control over you— teasing you as he forces his fat tip past your tiny, creamy entrance. “so impatient, cutie, i should make you say please… but fuck, i need you so bad right now. might not last long…”

the pair of you let out strained moans as kirishima pushes in and he reaches the hilt—your sweaty bodies flush against one another, both of you covered in layers of each other’s arousal. your pussy flutters at being filled up so fast, clinging onto the pretty blue veins that spiral around his chubby, swollen cock— a low whine rumbles in your chest as the redhead sets a rough stream to his thrusts, milky cockhead brushing against each pulse point on your sensitive walls.

it’s almost like you’re being knotted, squelching as kirishima tries to pull out of your snug sex that grips him selfishly. all the while, he pounds you to hell and back. you're so full, you’re a slobbering mess already teetering on the edge of insanity. red riot leans over you, washboard abs pressed against the backs of your thighs to force you down into the creaky couch— each time he withdraws from your messy and wet walls, your ears fall back and your tail thumps hard against the cushions, coated in your viscous nectar.

“fuck, this puppycunt sounds so dirty, gorgeous…feels like fuckin’ heaven,” he whispers to you, words damp on your cupid’s bow. “my perfect puppy, a dumb lil’doggy on my cock…s’such a fuckin’ dream.” your brain empties, becomes a void that’s filled with only eijirou kirishima and the way he fucks you deep, hits every spot, touches your body like a man worshipping a higher power. “‘m so lucky baby, really am.”

your collar jingles, the pendant with his name on it bouncing every time kirishima’s cock bullies its way into your gooey insides until they give into him. you’re the lucky one, you think— lucky to be loved like this, to have been rescued from the pound and pinned down on a dick that aches to be inside you, wrapping around his pulsing length to the point where you’re practically milking him already.

“d-daddy!” you hiccup, big fat tears clumping in your lashes, your face a beautiful mess to the man above you. “i can’t…”

the pro hero reaches down between your bodies, close to cumming just from listening to you howl over the sounds of skin slapping on skin, and tugs at your soft slick tail—stroking it until your pussy quivers and gushes around him, painting your babydoll dress and his half rolled down sweats with a fresh wave of your essence. every time he pets the fluffy appendage, you get wetter and wetter, tighter and tighter and your moans loud enough to wake the neighbours.

heavy hips rock into you, even heavier balls clap creamily against your fleshy ass and kirishima lets his head drop to your neck—biting and sucking possessively at exposed skin just above where your collar lies. “yes you fuckin’ can, your daddy’s good pup right?” he slurs hungrily, writing his claim against your throat. “when you get close, hold it f’daddy, be obedient ‘n you’ll get your reward.”

you feel like everything’s on fire, every nerve ending in your body buzzing with anticipation— the knot in your stomach seconds away from unwinding. “b-but daddy—!”

“hold it.” eijirou warns sternly, though his breath stutters— every instinct that he has threatening to breed you up full with a load of his hot cum. “h-hold it, hon,” you sob at the pain and pleasure of holding off, thighs twitching, tail hitting the couch hard and puppy ears flopping over your face. you’re so adorable like this, jolting up the piece of furniture as the redhead languidly canters into you. he finally breaks when you let out a weak cry of his name, his first spurts of cum pouring into you. “f-fuck, let go for me puppy, make a mess on daddy’s cock—shit, thats it. so good, all over me, wanna see you cummin’ with me…”

white hot ropes of seed paint your insides just as your eyes roll back into your skull. he feels so warm, coating your insides with a layer of his cum as if to claim you from the inside out. there’s so much of it that oozes out of your entrance thickly, like a running tap of honey that ruins your pussy lips with opaque white—triggering your own orgasm. kirishima holds you close, whispers sweet nothings into your ear as your release crashes over you, rocking your world while your juices splatter out against his pelvis and all over your cute little gown in clear streams.

“happy birthday, beautiful,” the redhead mumbles to you sweetly, kissing his initials on your pendant and right up to your lips. “i love you.”

“t-thank you eiji,” you whisper back— a sleepy, full and content puppy. “i love you too.”

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fimbry · 11 months

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This is going to be a long post, a mix of what happened and then what Charlie meant to me. TW pet death

Charlie has passed away after eating 2 bad rats from Big Cheese Rodent Factory. She regurgitated 3 days after feeding and died two days later. I have been purchasing f/t rats from Big Cheese for years, and if my friend hadn't been having these same problems with the same batch of jumbo rats I would have thought this could be a freak incident or a mistake on my part. However, my friend's snakes are also regurgitating and one has died after eating these jumbo rats, and we bought them during the same Mother's Day sale. Same batch. I'll be getting a necropsy on Charlie to see if that has any answers as to what was off with the rats.

Now I get it that sometimes food safety measures don't get carried out every time and most suppliers have some kind of scandal like this, but the company's callous response and refusal to even entertain that it could be their rats at fault is pretty fucked up and has me a bit heated. It's just a "coincidence" my friend's and my snakes are getting sick/dying after eating rats from the same batch. Eye roll. The money doesn't even matter to me at this point so I may not message them further about this, I'm just so upset over the cold response and the loss of Charlie.

The email response from them:

With that out of the way, I do want to share what Charlie meant to me. She was a very special animal, I thought of her as the "matriarch" of my collection as I have a good number of her kids and grandchildren still with me. Four of each actually if I'm counting, and I love them so very much.

When I got Charlie I was still pretty green in the hobby. Yes I'd had snakes for years, my cornsnake and then a couple ball pythons, and even a Sumatran short-tail, my beloved Svid, but these were all very "easy" snakes... I learned with them, but I was not challenged the way that Charlie challenged me. I got Charlie as a full adult, she was my first blood python and I had not even planned to get into bloods until I saw her. I was planning to focus on Sumatran short tails, but Charlie changed things.

Charlie came out of the shipping bag striking and bit me on the finger immediately. Now I'm not sure if anyone remembers this but that video of the two little brothers "Charlie bit my finger" is how Charlie got her name lol.

The first 4 months were... challenging. I could not even touch her directly. I was so afraid I'd made a mistake. Charlie was a 17lb adult blood python, far bigger than my other snakes, and she was TERRIFIED of me. She wanted me to go to hell, and would send me there herself if only she could. We spent a lot of time together, just me sitting near her open enclosure and her glaring at me. Over the months we went from no contact, to minimal contact, until finally I was able to at least clean her without too much trouble. She liked routine, liked to know what was going to happen next. Any deviation from the routine and the trust would be broken, she'd be full of fear again. It was a few years of doing things purely by her strict rules.

Around 2014, something clicked. She began to actually trust that I wasn't going to hurt her and didn't have bad intentions. We seemed to have an actual understanding where if something happened out of the norm, she wouldn't react badly. I could even take her out for pictures and she behaved! Soon I was able to pet her, touch her tail (which I was doing a lot about now since I was trying to figure out why my "male" was not breeding, ha), even pet her head. I was still a bit wary of her, but we were in a good place. As the years went on, our trust grew deeper and I knew she wouldn't bite me, and she knew I was a safe person.

She also showed me how intelligent these snakes could be. She could tell people apart which became obvious if she saw anyone besides me. While I had earned her trust, others had not, so I refrained from taking her out if others were around. While she was a big beautiful animal, I couldn't take her out to show guests. I respected her all the more for it, if I'm honest. She knew what she was about, and I didn't push that.

Over the years she ended up giving me three clutches of beautiful babies, she did such a good job. After her last clutch in 2021, she started showing her age. She was nearing 20 years old, if not over, and had begun getting wrinkled scales and grew a cataract in one eye. I decided to retire her from breeding and let her enjoy her golden years in peace. Pythons can live a very long time, so I expected to have another ~10 years with her.

I'm devastated that her retirement was cut short like this, devastated that I was robbed of more time together. We had both grown and changed a lot over the last 12 years together, and she really was a picture of "to be loved is to be changed." My sweet old lady who knew me, and I knew her. ♥

#python brongersmai #reptiblr #snake #blood python #Charlie #tw pet death

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totem-but-shark · 1 month

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i can't stop thinking about qfoolishs interactions with the golden cucurucho child, he had this certain lilt to his voice all day and was dropping such fascinating lines i've been clawing at the bars of my enclosure needing to dissect it. So I propose the perspective of viewing their interactions as qfoolish possibly projecting onto the goldernruchito

Even looking at just the line "You're just a statue, remember that", replace statue with totem and suddenly it becomes eerily similar to the feelings qfoolish has long been implied to have in relation to his own status of a totem. Are totems not also statues? I'm fairly certain he might've even described himself as some kind of statue before. He dehumanises himself often though subtly, he serves a purpose, one he has to fulfil. He's just a totem.

This comparison between foolish and the goldenruchito continues in the line "we're the same", id like to think qfoolish meant this beyond their golden skins. He's been known to empathise and identify with gold and totems before and they're lifeless, this is a living golden child. To me this could be qfoolish confirming he sees himself in the kid.

This becomes far sadder with the question "are you the only one of your kind?", with the context of qfoolish possibly projecting it's easy to understand what i'm implying. We've never seen another totem on the qsmp, hybrid or not. Not in federation notes, nor implied totem throwaway lore. Hell, even qfoolish hardly knows what he is. Demons are a species, they're able to find and identify each other and often stick together. There's understanding between groups of hybrids, shared instincts and experiences. And then there's foolish. Unique, painfully so. It makes me wonder if he'd ever seen anything like himself before, perhaps ever. He might just be "the only one of his kind". You'd see how this fellow golden being could really shake him up, maybe being a part of his fascination and fluctuating opinion on the kid.

This thing is like him, but not really, but kinda. It might as well be a totem, even if it isn't. He doesn't like it. It's just a child, all alone.

This isn't canon, but foolish isn't gonna give us anything so i take what i get. In my heart it's canon. Thanks for reading :]

#oh golden boy how brave you are #qsmp #qsmp foolish #qsmp thoughts #qsmp analysis #foolish gamers #doozer doozys

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shadowcatzone · 1 year

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-a short Dottore collection-

S/O: *sneaking in*

Dottore prime: [S/O]!

S/O: *deer in the headlights minute* oh... hey

Dottore prime: don't "hey" me, where were you?

S/O: i was just buying some groceries, i didn't think it was a big deal...

Dottore prime: ...next time, please tell one of us, i was- ...looking for you.

S/O: i'm sorry, next time i'll definitely tell someone.

Dottore prime: *sigh* as long as you understand.

_____

S/O: *walking in with childe* ...and that's that.

Childe: yeah, i suppose it is kind of-

Dottore prime: [S/O]! I thought i told you not to just leave like that!

S/O: i didnt! I was with childe!

Childe: *waves*

Dottore prime: *sigh* when i told you to tell one of us, i meant one of me.

S/O: i left a note! 20 should have passed it to you!

Dottore prime: where's 20?

Dottore 20: i am, coincidentally, right here. I haven't received a note from [S/O].

S/O: 20, turn around.

Dottore 20: *sighs, turns around*

A note, stuck on his back, reads: dottore, i'll be out with childe, 20 should get this message to you, i won't be long. Sincerely, S/O

Dottore prime: ...just talk to one of us next time.

S/O: ok.

_____

S/O: *checking left and right begore sneaking in*

Dottore prime: [S/O].

S/O: but i told one of them i'd leave!

Dottore prime: they told you to wait a bit!

S/O: i was in a hurry!

Dottore prime: ...did you open the enclosures of the test subjects so you could get out easier?

S/O: i would never! ...open more than one

Dottore prime: from now on, you're not getting out without a dottore accompanying you.

S/O: dammit.

_____

Dottore omega: [S/O] hasn't tried sneaking out in a while. Are they okay?

Dottore 21: Prime forbade them from going out on their own.

Dottore omega: oh, is that so?

_____

Dottore prime: where's [S/O]?

Dottore 22: apologies, she seems to have gotten past us somehow...

Dottore prime: okay, get omega to find them.

Dottore 22: ...omega is, uh, also missing.

Dottore prime: ...ARE YOU--!!

_____

Dottore omega: *carrying in S/O over his shoulder*

Dottore prime: are you serious? I banned them from going out! ...why are you carrying them?

Dottore omega: *pauses, ponders a moment* well. They are pass-out-drunk. I thought it would be appreciated that i bring them- i could have left them there, if you'd habe preferred that.

Dottore prime: *massaging his temples* just- just get them back to their room...

_____

S/O: *slowly opens their eyes*

Dottore prime: you're grounded.

S/O: *badly hungover* *squints* ????

Dottore prime: i just thought you'd like to know. You are not to leave this room, until i tell you otherwise.

S/O: .......wh-what happened yesterday?

Dottore prime: oh, nothing actually, love. If you are referring to the night you went out with omega and drank yourself comatose, that was three days ago.

S/O: ...what the-

#i'm eating gilbird #genshin impact #genshin dottore #dottore x reader #genshin imagines #dottore x gender neutral reader #dottore clones

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punsmaster69 · 2 months

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25/FEB/20XX

light shot into my sockets from the right side. a pillow had been removed from my enclosure. i squint through the light to see frisk.

raising an eyebrow, they gestured to the pile around me on the couch.

"(migraine.)"

they slowly point to the light switch.

"(nope.)"

i point to papyrus, who's focused on a puzzle that came with the newspaper.

"(staying on.)"

"(.....I'm sure he'll understand??)"

"(he would more than understand. he'd probably make a point of assuring i was comfortable.)"

"(..And that's supposed to be a bad thing?)"

"(he's having fun with what he's doing. don't want to suddenly switch him to worry mode.)"

"(I doubt-)"

"(besides. this works fine.)"

"(well, it did before you opened a window in it.)"

shoving my face into the cushion of the couch to continue blocking out the light, i felt the pillow replaced to where it was.

a weight settled on the other end of the couch, then against the pillow and blanket cocoon of mine.

"(So, he hasn't questioned why you're doing this at all?)"

"(told him i was cold.)"

"(It's.. not cold out today.)"

"(believed it anyway.)"

"(Isn't it the opposite under there?)"

"(yeah. kinda burning up, but it's a small price to pay for darkness.)"

"(Why aren't you in your room or something??)"

"(he'd definitely know something was up.)"

"(Dude...)"

"(he would know.)"

"(I don't doubt that, but the lengths you go to just to... NOT worry him.)"

"(i wouldn't say lengths.)"

"(Heights?)"

"(c'mon-)"

"(Widths?)"

"(this is nothin'.)"

"(Well it's not less than something.)"

"(eh.)"

"(what're you up to out there?)"

"(I'm not done talking about you.)"

"(.......k.)"

"(You take something already?)"

"(the less strong kind, but it doesn't interact with my prescription ones.)"

"(Right.)"

"(Just a normal migraine, you think?)"

"(it's kinda centralized around my right eye, which...)"

i was about to sigh, then realized that would probably grab papyrus' attention.

"(i don't love, but it feels mostly normal.)"

"(What's the meter say?)"

trying to not knock over my whole pile to check, i tap the screen to see a red light.

no idea how long it's been like that for.

"(...i'm good.)"

"(let me ask again what you're up to?)"

they were silent for a moment as if wondering something else, but answered anyway.

"(Got bored, and Flowey was being annoying. So I came here.)"

"(you were so nice to him at first.)"

"(I was worried he'd leave or go on a murderous rampage again or something.)"

"(or try and take everyone's souls?)"

"(....I don't think he'll do that one again.)"

"(me either, mostly.)"

"(I'd kick his petals in again for sure.)"

"(Emotionally.)"

"(....Though, I...)"

"(..Would probably have to use SAVEs again to do that.)"

"(listen, if that petalhead went and took everyone's souls?)"

"(i give you full permission to god-mode the timeline or whatever else you need to 'emotionally kick his petals in'.)"

"(I haven't... done that in a while, actually.)"

"(loading?)"

"(Obviously not.)"

"(That would be going back on our promise.)"

"(I meant SAVING.)"

"(...hm.)"

"(Should I?)"

"(In case one of us gets in some tragic accident.)"

"(your call, kiddo.)"

"(if you meet him, tell the next sans i said that.)"

"(Let's hope I don't have to.)"

"(can i ask what's made you so sure flowey won't leave anymore?)"

"(If he wanted to, he totally could have multiple times.)"

memory of an orange sky and empty field come to mind.

"(yeah. true.)"

"(He's stormed off a couple times, but he always returns.)"

"(kid's gotten attached to you.)"

"(Not just me.)"

"(definitely to my bro, too. and tori.)"

"(In a weird way, I think he likes you too.)"

"(tolerates me for paps' sake.)"

"(Definitely part of it, but I don't know. He doesn't utterly recoil whenever you're mentioned like he used to.)"

"(heheh. getting that kind of reaction just by entering the room was pretty funny.)"

"(I'm glad he's warmed up to everyone though.)"

"('cept undyne. he's got beef with her still.)"

"(The thing with Undyne is more like rivalry.)"

"(They have more fun going at each other's throats than they admit to.)"

"(you think it'd turn into all-out war if my bro wasn't the middleman?)"

"(Papyrus is like the glue between most of this friend group.)"

they must have said his name slightly too loud.

"HM?"

"Oh-"

"Just talking about Flowey's friendships."

"FLOWERY HAS BEEN GETTING ALONG WITH EVERYONE A LITTLE MORE AS OF LATE! I'M QUITE PROUD OF HIM."

"MY KINDNESS LESSONS TO HIM HAVE BEEN CONTRIBUTING, NO DOUBT."

"For sure!"

"(undyne and flowey stop fighting when papyrus enters the room, so he must be doing something right.)"

"WAIT, IF YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT FLOWERY AND THE PAYOFF OF MY EXCELLENT KINDNESS TEACHINGS, THAT MEANS..."

"SANS IS ACTUALLY AWAKE UNDER THERE STILL??"

"He is indeed."

i shove my hand through some pillows in a thumbs-up, then quickly pull it back slightly to hide the monitor on my arm.

"HI SANS."

"STILL FREEZING?"

"yep."

"JEEZ."

"YOU'RE NOT GETTING SICK, ARE YOU?"

"nah. just a bit extra chilly."

"left my window open all night, woke up as an ice cube."

"THIS IS WHY I TELL YOU TO CLOSE IT BY AT TEN AT THE LATEST!!"

"YOU'LL DEFINITELY GET SICK IF YOU DON'T."

"not everything's gonna make me sick."

"THE POTENTIAL FOR IT TO IS THERE."

"𝘪𝘭𝘭 be alright. 'specially for one night."

"IS IT AT LEAST CLOSED NOW?"

"uhh..."

suddenly unable to remember whether it actually 𝘄𝗮𝘀 closed.

"yyyeah..?"

"...THAT SOUNDS VERY NON-CONFIDENT."

"I'll check."

frisk's weight disappeared from the opposite end of the couch.

"I'LL ACCOMPANY YOU. WOULDN'T WANT YOU TO GET LOST IN THE PIGSTY THAT IS SANS' ROOM."

"it's not as bad as it was. promise."

his voice was more distant this time.

"RIGHT. AND THE CLOTHES ON THE FLOOR HERE AREN'T BAD AT ALL."

"it's basically clean."

"IT IS NOT."

"definitely is."

"SAY THAT AGAIN WHEN YOU CAN UN-PILLOW CASKET YOURSELF, ICE CUBE SKELETON."

taking the opportunity where neither of them were in sight, i removed the monitor and stuffed it in my pocket.

i opened a gap in the pillow enclosure to let some fresh air in.

the thud of my window shutting could be heard. footsteps stomp down the stairs.

"whoops."

"NEED I START CLOSING IT MANUALLY AT TEN ON MY OWN?"

"i'll remember eventually after freezing myself enough."

"...AS ALWAYS, THE GREAT PAPYRUS MUST TAKE RESPONSIBILITY..."

"Sans, you should set an alarm so that you actually remember."

"GOOD IDEA, FRISK!"

"SANS, GIVE ME YOUR PHONE. I'M SETTING AN ALARM FOR YOU."

"ok."

"can you also set a timer while you're at it?"

"WHAT FOR?"

"so i don't sleep the rest of the day."

"Guess it was only a matter of time before he took a nap there."

"can't resist the allure of a good nap buried in cushions."

can't overheat or suffer migraines or have to deal with magic issues if i'm asleep.

"HUMAN, DO YOU WANT TO COOK SOMETHING WITH ME?"

"Yeah!!"

"WE'LL WAKE SANS UP AFTERWARDS, THEN."

——

i was woken up to macaroni with what might be considered "definitely too much cheese" in it. not like i mind, though - and after my migraine cleared up, i was far too hungry to care.

p.s.

took care of the red monitor thing by taking shortcuts around town for a while after papyrus thought i went to bed.

is it the greatest solution?

no idea. too exhausted after that to worry about.

#undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #frisk #sans and frisk #frisk and sans #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #skelebros #flowey #undyne #they sure are mentioned #this is a messy one but anyway

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onenicebugperday · 9 months

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Hello! I have a garden snail that had lots of babies and was hoping for some advice please! :) I want to make their enclosure as comfy as possible for them but I don't know how. Do they prefer dark environments? Hidey holes? What kind of substrate is best? Etc. Thank you!

(I'm in Southern California)

Congrats on your snabies! Firstly I would not take any substrate or decor for the tank from outside unless you want a lot of hitchhiker creatures in your snail tank. If you do, you'll want to bake it first.

A standard 10 (or larger) gallon aquarium with a mesh lid works great, but you'll want to modify the lid to cover most of the mesh to keep the inside humid. I just bought a squeeze tube of silicone and attached some plastic sheeting inside the lid to cover about 75% of the mesh.

Substrate can be any sort of animal-safe soil-like substrate - so soils meant for bioactive reptile and amphibian enclosures or for isopods. Repti-soil, Creature Soil, organic potting mix, etc. I personally have my snails in with my millipedes, and use a combination of eco earth and Josh's Frogs milli mix - can't recommend milli mix enough! Josh's Frogs ABG mix or isopod substrate would also be appropriate.

No matter which soil you choose, it should be 4-5 inches deep both to hold humidity and for burrowing. 10 quarts will fill a 10 gallon aquarium to the proper depth.

As for decor, I would avoid rocks since snails WILL climb the glass and other decor and probably will fall off from time to time. Rocks can shatter their shells. I would stick to wood - any aquarium safe wood is fine. Cork bark, mopani, spider wood, etc. I'd also recommend some dry/dead reptile-type sphagnum moss to keep up humidity and for nibbling, and some kind of leaf litter - I buy bags of dry/brown live oak leaves on amazon for pretty cheap. My snails don't seem to hide in holes or crevices much - when they're not active, they mostly hang out on the lid or the top glass of the tank.

You do not need lighting or heating unless your house gets particularly cold in the winter - they may be less active if it's too cold. You can put a low watt reptile heating pad on the side of the tank to keep the temp up around 70+ if need be. They are primarily active at night, so if you want to see what they're up to, a small light that doesn't give off heat near the tank would be okay.

Most important is humidity. Get all of the substrate and moss damp as you put it into the tank with distilled water. I use a reptile mister bottle and buy gallons of distilled water at the grocery store. They last a long time so not a big investment. You'll also have to mist the whole enclosure probably daily, maybe twice daily. It should be moist and humid but not sopping wet. Don't let the substrate dry out entirely. Occasionally you may have to stick your finger into the soil to make sure it's staying damp under the surface.

And finally, snails need calcium for their shells! I occasionally dust the top of the substrate with powdered reptile calcium, or you can throw a cuttlebone in there for them to nibble on.

Here's a list of safe/not safe foods for snails.

If you ever have more questions about setup that I didn't answer here, feel free to IM me! Happy to share creature keeping tips.

#bug keeping #snail keeping #snail #garden snail #i-am-pamcakes

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Do you know about the game Slime Rancher? It's has a ton of really cute slimes and it's a very chill game. Just imagine if Desmond, being such a badass assassin, wakes up as a pile of cute sentient slime. XD Maybe alongside his ancestors and then Desmond sees Clay, who is the slime rancher, just scooping them all up to put them in a pen to collect and sell their poop. ^^

Well, at least they get fed everyday and don't have to worry about Tar slimes, so this is okay. Altaïr, stop trying to jump out the pen, please. Ezio! Stop hogging all the food! Ratonhnhaké:ton, stop laughing and help me!

I got a Slime Rancher Desmond ask before and I wasn’t that familiar with Slime Rancher before so it was more or less a setup where Desmond is an actual slime that can morph his appearance to his liking and it was set in the Third Crusades so, for this one, we’re going for full on Slime Rancher AU where Clay himself has been transmigrated to…

The last game he played!

Clay had been testing out an incomplete version of Slime Rancher as an alpha tester before he got the mission to infiltrate Abstergo so he didn’t know all of the ‘new’ and improved mechanics from the barebone game he had tested back then.

He does know that to live in this world, he would have to make use of slime poops (that they call plorts apparently).

So Clay sets up a pretty much adequate ranch and even manages to get enough slimes to give him plorts that would cover for his living expenses, the expenses of taking care of the slimes and have enough to save up for stuff he might need or might want.

Along the way, he finds out that there is no way out of this world.

Whether this was meant to be some kind of digital afterlife his digital self had gotten himself into or if this was some sort of strange reward for his ‘contributions’ to the Calculations, Clay has no idea.

He doesn’t mind though.

It was kinda relaxing and his slimes were doing all pretty docile as long as they get fed.

Clay makes sure they get fed and even gave them small houses… mostly because he had been bored.

His slime ranch was also growing and he has enough funds to expand the ranch itself, maybe include a separate enclosure for the next slimes he’d tame or maybe even get a new pond so he can get more puddle slime.

He should probably do something about those four troublemakers though.

Of course it had to be the three slimes named after Seventeen’s ancestors that would cause a bit of mischief in this peaceful ranch.

Altaïr the Quantum Slime was using one of his clones to jump out of the pen again and get to the Phase Lemons that Clay had planted for the damn thing.

Ezio the Crystal Slime was by the edge of the pen as well and Clay was sure that damn slime was going to make a break for Clay’s stash of Odd Onions the moment all hell breaks loose and Altaïr had managed to infiltrate the Phase Lemons.

And surrounding both of them are Connor the Hunter Slime (look, Clay tried but he can’t remember Connor’s real name, alright?) and Desmond the Gold Slime, looking like they were egging Altaïr on or trying to stop him.

Clay was betting on the first.

There was a reason why they were the only Slime of their kind.

Their food were hard to get and they were the troublemakers of the ranch.

But still…

Clay couldn’t hate them.

Why should he?

They were just slimes after all.

Altaïr the Quantum Slime:

Ezio the Crystal Slime:

Ratonhnhaké:ton (called Connor by Clay) the Hunter Slime:

and…

Desmond the Gold Slime:

#desmond the slime #desmond did get reincarnated as a slime #but clay doesn't know that #the others though?#could be reincarnated #could just be named after them #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #clay kaczmarek #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: crossover #sorta???

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girderednerve · 5 months

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okay i am an old man at heart & am quickly tired out by videos but i am also a total sucker for participating in the cultural moment when it seems that there is one, so i have now watched about three hours of the hb*mberguy video about plagiarism. it's very annoying, actually, probably because i am an old man & none of the discussion of it i have seen shares my preoccupations & concerns

the problem i am having, & i acknowledge that this is perhaps resolved in the last hour of this four-hour-long youtube extravaganza, is that our intrepid investigator (he's very good at videos! not meant dismissively) declines to like, actually define plagiarism or look into what citation norms are or how they differ in different contexts. the proposed referents are journalists & academics, which is really funny to me because there are regular vicious arguments in both of these communities about what proper credit looks like & what it's meant to do, and both of these fields have been around as pretty established things for a few hundred years now (you could argue this point, especially regarding when precisely academia or journalism became recognizably modern). there have been a reasonable number of pretty high-profile arguments about what constitutes citation malpractice in both fields over the last few years, & there aren't necessarily neat conclusions (not referring to e.g. maura dykstra situation of obvious & widely agreed upon malpractice; i mean, people arguing about what the politics of citation are & what our responsibilities are—for example, academics regularly complain that journalists will consult them or read their work for a piece & then not cite them in it, journalists complain that academics will brush past their work when compiling bibliographies, academics across disciplines have several long-simmering differences of opinion about what kinds of politics one expresses with one's citations, journalists argue about credit & republication; i am not an academic or a journalist, so i am missing a lot!).

anyway setting these problems aside, there's the bigger issue that youtube videos as a rule are, i realize this is controversial, not academia and also not journalism. i don't think they are documentary filmmaking either, although our hbomb man is not particularly interested in the information culture of documentarians either. internet video is its own thing with its own information culture! but instead this is a video about how some people i have never heard of before on youtube did unethical stealing from other people i have mostly not heard of before, which i agree is not great but it does not seem to me like a four-hour emergency, probably because i am an old man who doesn't understand youtube. like, okay, we spent several lengthy minutes on what's going on with this illuminaughty person copying documentaries, but that argument felt to me weirdly both belabored & underdeveloped: yes, yes, we get it, the whole thing was lazily cribbed, i agree, that's really obnoxious, sure, okay, but like, do we have some articulation of what the line is? of what the norms are? because it seems to me like we kind of don't have a clear way that we handle citation in that space, by which i mean not just like 'APA format' or whatever but the substantive idea of referring to & building upon other people's intellectual work

please note here that i did not say 'intellectual property', because to me this is of course the elephant by the floral wallpaper. maybe it's in the last hour & i simply lack staying power! well-documented personal flaw! but in my experience, functional definitions of 'plagiarism' & theft of intellectual property arise only from disciplinary processes, either academic proceedings or legal ones, & each case is decided individually. more importantly as others have pointed out, when we make someone's ideas into legally codified property, they become alienable from their creator; intellectual property is a kind of enclosure of the commons. there's a reason i think that hguy's last video was about the ownership of a sound effect, & that he spent a lot of time being angry that someone else claimed the credit along with the legal ownership of/right to profit from the sound effect; the frustration with youtubers appropriating other people's work & the frustration with some bozo video game composer lying about how the "oof" got made are the same thing, but the thing is not "credit" or "rudeness" or "theft," it is the entire institution, i think, of intellectual property. not that there have never been reasonable claims made using intellectual property law, but come on almost none of this is the māori suit against lego, it's mostly corporate C&Ds and NDA'd artists stuck with non-competes. it's bleak! but we know how it happens, & it's not that some people are uncreative & moneygrubbing, so they look down on creatives (??), which has so far seemed to be the argument of this four-hour-long cultural moment

also i am still thinking about what kind of ideas & assumptions go into citation pratices, because i am a professional librarian (a bad one!), so i am professionally obliged to care about the set of skills referred to as 'information literacy' (the skills are real but i have like, mixed feelings about the framing, that's why scare quotes). if you are an academic librarian they will ask you to do 'information literacy,' and a lot of what they mean by that is 'tell students how to find sources for things & cite them properly,' which is, i think, kind of an interesting sleight of hand, in which a broad & powerful set of interpretive & analytical skills become [what is for many students] the dullest part of essay writing? but that's a problem with all of undergraduate education, basically. anyway if you talk to most students about citations they think they're onerous nonsense, and that plagiarism/'academic honesty' policies are arbitrary (& scary); they're not usually encouraged in any particular way to think about how citations are meant to function or what they're meant to do. i don't mean to disparage my colleagues in academic libraries; i am painting with a broad brush & anyway librarians usually have almost no input into course design or assignments.

it's disappointing how these information literacy discussions tend to go, though, because citations are interesting! they're also recent, in the grand scheme; the idea of telling us where you got some idea or other is very old, but the specifics of how & in what circumstances you're meant to do it aren't & they vary wildly by context. i often will tell people where i picked up whatever little factoid i am drolly recounting (sorry everyone) but that isn't particularly common in casual conversation. youtube videos are closer to a conversational register than they are to a documentary or a news article, much less an academic paper; i don't really know what to make of it, & i suspect this is part of why it is so easy to be a youtube personality who steals other people's work—it isn't really that youtube audiences are uniquely credulous & lazy, but that their expectations aren't the same. i guess i should note here that i do think you should cite things in a clear & easily followable manner, be honest about what is your own invention & what is borrowed from the work others, and avoid like. being a huge asshole. but to some degree i am bored by hearing about Some Guy Who Lies On Youtube, because my baseline assumption for most youtube videos is that they are not reliable & are probably trying to lie to me! i am not trying to be superior here that is an honest account of how i engage with anyone who appears to have a specialty lighting rig

i think continually & with affection of the late antique proliferation of the pseudo-somebody, and it seems to me now that the common modern practice of online (kindly) under-citation is a near-perfect inverse of the medieval approach, in which it was generally difficult to look things up and writers enhanced their authoritativeness by making referential claims to well-known authors. now it's usually easy to look things up & everybody wants to be an original thinker & an artist, so they don't cite. not me, though, i am just giving you here the garbled mash of things i've seen in posts & remember from my undergrad lectures eight years ago. i'm an idiot! but at least nobody here is making any money :)

#am i being weird about this because i told my partner that one of my friends once said i would 'make a good youtuber'#& my partner instead of saying 'wow that was mean i can't believe she said that to you' said 'you really would'? um. no. i'm normal about i #youtube is a blight & yet i cannot eat dinner in silence okay i'll die #please feel free to weigh in or argue #truly this post is not meant to be like dismissive or whatever i am just an old man. i am rubbernecking :)

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"Black Wedding" Story Event: Chapter 2

William's Route

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William: You should be more selfish, my bride.

William lifted my chin with his fingers and smiled.

The alluring smile that always lured out my deepest desires never failed to drive me crazy.

William: … Ah, is it too early to call you my “bride”?

Kate: No, I want you to call me… anything you want.

Kate: Whether you call me your lover, partner, or bride… as long as it means something special to you, it'll make me happy.

William: Fufu… then I shall call you my bride.

He caressed my cheek with the fingers that were on my chin.

Kate: … Okay, Will.

I snuggled up against his fingers, drawn in by his loving gaze —

William: That’s why we’re here.

Will gently pulled his hand away from me.

(... I can’t do this.)

The passion in his red eyes nearly made me forget that we were on a mission.

William: Pardon us. My lover and I are obsessed with each other.

My heart was completely stolen by William.

(Is this what you meant by “show off to our hearts content”?)

I finally understood that he meant to say that instead of putting up an act, we would show our true feelings and be affectionate without holding back.

(That’s why he said it’s alright to just behave as usual.)

(But for some reason… this feels more embarrassing than I thought it would.)

While I was still looking down at my feet with my cheeks burning, a cultist cleared his throat.

Cultist: … Thank you for showing me that intimate exchange.

William: It's an honour to receive your praise.

Cultist: However, in order to ascertain that our guests are truly in love, they are required to complete 1 day of voluntary work. Will that be alright?

William: Yes, of course. It will be our pleasure.

…

The “voluntary work” consisted of simple tasks such as cleaning the church grounds and gardening.

Except that we were constantly being watched.

Kate: What’s that, Will?

William: Astrantia. It survives well in the cold, but not in the heat.

Kate: Fufufu, I’ll learn so much about flowers while walking with you.

In the church’s backyard, the flowers were in full bloom and there were many animals being kept.

I watered the flowers while watching the ducks swimming in the pond, and the sheep in their enclosure.

Kate: Hey, Will.

William: … Hm?

(Uh…)

The moment I looked up, I forgot what I had initially intended to say to him.

A robin was perched on Will’s shoulder.

Kate: It’s adorable…! What’s the matter with this little one?

William: It came when you weren’t looking.

William: It’s an honour for me to be chosen as its perch to rest on.

The robin chirped happily when Will gently patted it with his finger.

Kate: It seems like you’re communicating with it.

William: It might get itself captured if it lets its guard down like this.

Kate: Maybe it chose you because it thought you were a kind person who would look after it, instead of capturing it.

William: Fufu, I see.

(Hm…?)

Will turned his gaze away from the robin and towards me.

William: I’m sure that… it could fly around freely, but it’s choosing to stay here of its own will.

William: I can’t help treating it with affection while it’s within my reach.

Those words made my heart race because it felt like they were directed at me, and not the robin on his shoulder.

Kate: … Which “robin” are you talking about?

William: Which one do you think I am?

Kate: … Both?

William: That’s my bride. You’re right.

Will gently stroked my hair like he did with the robin, and kissed me on the forehead as a reward.

(Will is being sweeter than usual today because we have to “show off”.)

(It makes me happy, but… I might forget that we’re on a mission again and feel weird.)

William: Oops.

Just then, the robin flapped its wings and flew away.

It stopped on a signboard hanging at the sheep enclosure.

Kate: “A domesticated animal”...?

Kate: … I guess that means they’re safe?

William: I suppose.

William: An exclusive space that’s peaceful, controlled, and has no one going against them.

William: The herd of sheep surrounded by fences are the same as this church.

William: An ideal place for people who desire control.

After Will muttered those words, the cultist who was standing at the edge of the garden approached us.

William: … It seems that we’ve proved to be worthy of your acknowledgement.

Cultist: Yes, that’s right! The two of you are acknowledged to be a couple who are truly in love with each other.

(...!)

Cultist: Your wedding ceremony shall be held tomorrow.

William: … Ah, certainly.

Kate: Thank you.

(That means… tomorrow…)

(The Founder will be condemned for his sins on the spot at the wedding ceremony.)

As I watched the cultist leave, Will said invitingly in a melodious tone.

William: Well then.

William: I should give this little robin over here who’s still within my reach a nice dress.

…

Afterwards, Will brought me to a tailor he was well-acquainted with.

(Wow…)

The wedding dresses that the store clerks had laid out for me were so dazzling that I couldn't help squinting my eyes when I saw them.

Kate: W-Will… I can’t make up my mind with so many to choose from…!

William: Ahaha, you can pick whichever you like. You don’t have to worry about the time, just do as you wish.

William: Oh, but of course… if you want me to choose for you, I’ll gladly oblige.

(... Have him choose a dress for me?)

I wondered what kind of dress William would choose for the wedding.

Kate: In that case… can you pick one out for me?

William: Hmm… let's see…

Like he was selecting a flower from a field of colourful flowers, Will chose a wedding dress for me.

(Wow… it’s gorgeous.)

The dress Will chose was jet black with intricate embroidery.

Kate: It’s wonderful…

I reached out for it, and the soft fabric running through my fingers felt satisfying to touch.

Kate: Oh… but it’s not red in colour.

William: Haha, did it surprise you?

Kate: Previously, you said that the colour red suited me…

He narrowed his eyes while I struggled to figure out the reason behind his decision.

William: I’m the only one who should know what colour suits you best.

William: Even if the other person is God, they’re unworthy of knowing what colour you look most beautiful in.

(Ah… I see.)

The very moment I decided to love Will, I had accepted the sin, the punishment — and even the inevitable death that awaited me.

(I swore my life to him.)

The blood that flowed through my body would be the one to dye his destruction red.

(Will swore to see that with his own eyes till the very end.)

If we were to have a real wedding…

Who to and what would we, who live in the darkness, swear?

The answer was clear.

(We’ll swear ourselves to each other… not anyone else.)

(We’ll swear to love each other till the end.)

We would pledge nothing to no one else.

That was our form of unwavering love.

Kate: … I’m happy to hear that, Will.

William: That’s great. I’m looking forward to our wedding ceremony tomorrow.

…

On the day of our “wedding” — I left our room wearing the black wedding dress Will had chosen for me.

Kate: … Will.

William: …

When Will looked at me, I thought I saw his red eyes widen a little.

Kate: What do you think…? Does it look good on me?

William: … Yeah, it looks great on you.

William: You looked so amazing that I couldn’t speak.

Kate: Fufu… you being at a loss for words is a very precious moment.

William: I hope you know that’s how gorgeous you look right now.

Kate: Yes, I got it.

Will smiled and extended a hand to me.

Feeling intoxicated from that sweet happiness, I took his hand.

As long as I was with him, no matter what happens in the future, I would have no regrets.

Even if it was the endless darkness that awaited us in the sacred place behind this door.

William: Come, we shall vow our love to each other, my bride from the darkness.

…

When we walked through the chapel together, we saw an unfamiliar man standing at the altar.

(This man is…)

The long-haired man wore glasses and had a gentle aura, he was the one who committed those murders.

Founder: Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Amor, the representative of Amour.

Amor: The two of you have been acknowledged by my believers to be a couple that's truly in love with each other.

Amor: Congratulations, lovebirds.

William • Kate: …

Amor: Upon making your vows in this sacred place, you shall have eternal love bestowed upon you.

Amor: Do you vow to love and cherish each other through the good times and the bad, whether you’re rich or poor, in sickness and in health, and until death separates you?

(We—)

William • Kate: I don’t.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil story event #niki translates

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cryptocism · 5 months

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Oh my god this new chapter,.. gnawingbthe bars of the enclosure etc etc. what gave you the ideas for the kids being conjoined twins?

not sure how much i should be screening for spoiler-y asks n answers if anybody is still on the earlier chapters but! i wanted to answer this one so spoilers ahead for anybody who hasn't read chapter 17

i came up with it pretty early on! long enough ago that the details are fuzzy but iirc when i was making all the clone backstories, i was really invested in the idea that one of them wouldn't have powers. partially for character dynamics, also because i think having a range of abilities forces interesting workarounds (i.e. Jude and Nathaniel using Jude's speed paths to supplement Nathaniel's lack of powers)

then i was going back and forth on how to explain why Nathaniel didn't have powers, if an explanation was even necessary, etc. which coincided with me thinking a lot about the different applications of technoplasm and just how insane of a material it is to exist

then Impulse issue #56 where CRAYDL downloads, copies, and replicates Tim and Kon's genetic matrices using technoplasm came to mind and it felt a lot more feasible that technoplasm could literally be programmed for a human form

i thought abt CRAYDL just building Nathaniel from scratch, but there wasnt a motivation i could think of that was strong enough for CRAYDL to do that. (like maybe they didn't want Jude to be lonely or something, which fell a little flat bc obviously they werent concerned about Thad being on his own) also i wanted Nathaniel to still have some bio-connection to Jude and the other clones. so: technoplasm integration felt like a cool direction, and meant Nathaniel needed some essential part of him be technoplasm-made. any kind of amelia condition didn't really work because there are plenty of folks without limbs that are doing just fine and dont require medical intervention, (and i really didnt think CRAYDL would try an operation so risky if there wasnt a fatal threat) so it had to be something else and conjoined twins felt like a good direction to go. there's plenty of conjoined twins who are also doing just fine and dont require intervention, but this would be a case where separation was necessary for survival.

although i wrote Jude and Nathaniel as both parapagus and craniopagus twins (the grammar there may not be right but basically: joined both at the pelvis/abdomen and the head) which i dont believe (?) is a type that's ever actually occurred. keeping with sci-fi's grand tradition i fudged the science for the sake of the story u know how it is

but yeah of course after that the possibilities of a bio-computer technoplasm-integrated character got me Extremely Excited. tons of functionally-immortal self-programming computer-hacking fun. plus i had an excuse to give Jude heterochromia and a cool birthmark :P

#asks #anonymous #hiding the answer under the readmore probably wont do much since the ask itself just says the topic but hey whatever #thank u for this ask btw i love talking abt ideas for this thing #i have been thinking about technoplasm since the moment all of dc's writers forgot about it and it is SUCH a cool concept #i could not let the possibilities go untapped

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ophexis · 3 months

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Today's food from the Neopets Cookbook was....

Space quesadilla!

Yknow at first I wasn't sure why this item was 11k neopoints but after making it I kind of understand lmao it's a little tedious. But it got me thinking back that 20 years ago I would not have been able to afford this food item in the game comfortably haha.

Started off with some onions and beans! You gotta cook the onions for a bit, then add the seasoning, then the beans.

Then you have to mash this whole thing in a "chunky purée"

I wouldn't exactly call this a purée, but I worked with it lmao. I'm not sure if it's meant to be softer than this or not but it worked out! Also to be fair I keep forgetting to buy a potato masher and had to make do.

Now it's time for assembly! A layer of the bean paste, and then a generous amount of cheese. In hindsight I shoulda put more cheese. But also at this point I'm very hungry and want to eat this thing.

The next step is to cut them into stars. This is a messy process and leaves you with a lot of extra cuttings. The cookbook suggest just cooking and eating them on the side, which yeah fair! But it does make a mess lol. The stars are very cute, but I probably wouldn't bother with it if I was gonna make this again haha. Would be fun for a party though!

All that's left is to garnish with pico de gallo! I omitted the cilantro in mine bc I hate cilantro and i know it likely changed the flavor but I don't care. Apologies for the messy presentation but I was hungry and also on the clock lmao. I may or may not have eaten one already. Also I suck ass at flipping stuff in pans sdfsg.

They tasted alright! There's a few things I would change from my first attempt (and I did do with the second batch): First I would put more seasoning in the bean paste. The two teaspoons of cumin kinda disappeared in all the beans. I think I could've used more lime juice too! Or just more salt.

Second I would use a mix of cheese. The cookbook suggest using cheddar or swiss (or a mix of both). I went with swiss for funsies but swiss alone was a little bland. In the second batch I added some cheddar and it was much better. And some green onions bc green onions are always good.

So this was neat! The taste was nothing to write home about but that's easily fixed I think, my second batch was much better. I think my pan got a bit too hot at the end too lol. Aside from the mess it was really easy to make though and cutting it into quarters was much faster and slightly less messy. But for a party or simply enclosure enrichment sometimes cutting your food into stars is just fun.

"See y'all next time!"

#neopets #Phex cooking adventures #looking forward to seeing which cookbook is chosen for next week

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Bleating Hearts || Mona & Monty

TIMING: current. LOCATION: monty's farm. PARTIES: @howdy-cowpoke & @thunderstroked SUMMARY: mona runs into monty and his goats! she gets a bit more help from monty, but not before she's run off by his dogs. CONTENT: none.

The fox trotted along the roadside’s edge, nose tilted to the air, doing her best to figure out exactly where the familiar scents would pull from. Her sense of direction, no matter how hard she tried, never got any better. The only thing she could smell was that of other animals– cows, horses, goats, the whole nine yards. If she were near a farm of any kind, she knew that they probably wouldn’t take kindly to a fox, especially if they had hens. Lucky for them, chicken wasn’t Mona’s favorite protein. Besides, it wasn’t like she was hungry yet. If she really needed to satiate herself, she’d find one of the many ghosts wandering town and have that as a snack, not something that would later come back to haunt her. The irony of the thought was not lost on her, even as she stumbled upon the farm in question.

There was a truck idling at the corner, and she stared at it with her wild golden eyes. The cold would eventually find its way through her coat, and she didn’t want to find out what that meant for her later. She hoped that whoever was driving the truck had meant to go into town, so she wasted no time in hopping into the back of the cab, crouching down to avoid being seen. To whoever did find her, they’d be surprised to see no ordinary fox– but some blue melded thing with multiple tails. She’d been in deep shit if it were somebody unkind, but who ran a seemingly healthy farm and harmed animals?

—

Naturally, Monty hadn’t realized that the trailer had two flat tires until he was meant to be hitching it to his truck to go pick up a couple of goat kids from a nearby farm that couldn’t afford to feed all of their animals anymore and had been selling them off. Cursing under his breath, he weighed the pros and cons of just letting the kids loose in the cab with him, his gaze falling on Philip who was standing atop a hay bale, staring at him from his enclosure.

“What do you think, eh? Will they cause as much trouble as you would?” he asked the pitch black goat. The animal cocked his head, long ears flopping about, then gave a long, loud bleat. Monty laughed, waving him off and unhitching the useless trailer, figuring it’d probably be fine. He made a mental note to ask Daisy to have someone fix the tires as he got into the truck, pulling around in the drive and heading to the main road that would take him to the neighboring farm.

It wasn’t a long drive, and Monty kept his truck idling just out of sight of the barn where he’d be picking the goats up from, not really wanting to have to explain himself or his strange decision to the other farmers. They offered to help him load up the kids but he insisted that he’d be fine on his own, paying them and keeping one of the kids held to his chest, the other walking beside him with a small rope lead around her neck.

“Okay niñas, do not tattle on me to Daisy. The trailer tires blew on the way home, sí?” He’d purposefully left the passenger side door open to make this easier (hopefully), first setting the kid under his arm down on the seat before picking the other up from the ground and lifting her into the cab, setting her beside her sister. Their tails were wagging as they began to explore, and he shut the door behind them to circle around the truck to the driver’s side.

The bleat of fear from one of the kids was not what he expected as he climbed into his own seat, brows raising. “What? ¿Qué es?” The farmer twisted in his seat to see what the kid was staring at, and gasped. What… what kind of fox was that? Monty was stunned for a moment before remembering himself and putting a hand on the kid’s head, shushing her and turning her away from the sight. “Está bien, chiquita. Está bien.” This was clearly some kind of supernatural thing he’d never encountered before, and as always, he chose to treat it with respect. “Um… hi,” he began awkwardly, not even knowing if the thing was sapient or not. Might as well assume it was. “You must be cold. Ah... you can stay in the cab to warm up! I just… need to get these kids home, all right? We can figure out what to do with you once we’re back… at my farm.” God, this felt a little ridiculous, but he wasn’t sure what else there was to do.

—

The smell of the ghosts overpowered pretty much everything else, and the fox’s nose twitched in response. It was strange to see somebody allow animals in the front of their car– somewhere that most people would argue animals didn’t belong. Maybe he believed that animals were like minded individuals instead of things that should’ve been treated as lesser than. She could understand that to a degree, as long as it had nothing to do with birds. They were worthless creatures who did nothing but pester her. It was like they knew that she disliked them, so they made sure to make her life a living hell.

But these were not birds– it was two goats and an undead man who was… shit, he was staring at her now. Her eyes narrowed at the goat who was now being turned in the other direction. Gold eyes flickered back to the man, surprised to hear that he was speaking to her, not at her. Most others spoke at her– distressed or not, and while he did seem particularly confused, she wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact that he seemed to acknowledge something wasn’t right. When people often came to that conclusion, there was fear in the air, sticky and hot with the way they’d shoo her or shout, but he was welcoming her in a manner she’d not seen in many. Not without concern, at least.

The fox glanced over her surroundings, tentatively moving forward at the man’s insistence. It was much warmer in the cab of the truck, and so she slipped through the window that led to the back of the pick up, curling up in the corner of the backseat, furthest away from the goats that were bleating so loudly that she was sure she’d hear it for days on end. She wasn’t sure how to say thank you, and while she knew that this could end badly, she figured anybody who let goats into their personal space wasn’t going to exactly take her out and try and get rid of her. She blinked at the man, gaze swiveling over the goats. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her ears twitched at every noise made. She was either going to regret this, or be on the hunt for this man later on to repay his kindness. The fox stared him down, attempting to memorize his features.

—

Watching the creature crawl out of the truck bed and into the cab brought a soft smile to Monty’s face, and he gave the fox a nod. “Okay then. Ah… sorry about the goats, they are talkative.” He rolled the windows down a bit to help give the noise somewhere else to go, cranking up the heat in response and removing his own jacket to bundle it up and give the kids something to nestle into. That seemed to calm them and they had quieted down once the truck was pulled back onto the main road, allowing for a much quieter and warmer ride.

Once they’d gotten back to Prickly Pear Acres, Monty asked the fox to stay put for a moment while he handed off the kids to another couple of hands that would deal with the inspection and tagging. He insisted it would only be a couple of minutes and he was true to his word, returning to the truck he’d left running (to keep it warm) and opening the door again to look at the creature.

“Okay. I don’t… know what you are, and I don’t even know if you can understand me, but if you can… would you follow me inside? I would hate to leave you out here… there are also plenty of barns with haylofts you could nap in, if you prefer. The animals will not mind, I don’t think. They’re all much larger than you.” He paused, scratching at his head. “I don’t know what kind of food you eat, either, but there’s… you know. Mice and things around here. And I have some food in the house you might like. Um.” His gaze swept down to her tails and his brow furrowed in thought. “Maybe if I can figure out what you are… well. That can happen inside. I will leave the front door open for you, so you can come in when you want.” They were parked in front of the house, and Monty kept the truck window rolled down as he very gently shut the door, stepping away from it and turning to go inside. As promised, he left it slightly ajar so the fox could enter as it pleased, and pulled out his phone to start trying to figure out what kind of fox had multiple tails.

The answer was surprisingly easy to find, but of course the details about such a thing were where it all got confused.

Glancing up from his phone when he noticed the creature taking him up on his offer to enter the warm home, he cocked his head to the side. “Are you a… kitsune?” The word was pronounced pretty incorrectly, more Spanish than anything else, and he gave a shrug.

—

The ride wasn’t long, and really, the fox wasn’t sure which direction they were heading. Her gaze went from corner to corner, catching glimpses of the blurred outskirts, then back to the goats who were curled around one another. She might be touched by the image if she weren’t so frustrated by her predicament.

The truck stopped, and the fox had half a mind to bolt out of the cab as soon as the door was open, but the man spoke to her with a certain kindness that was absent in most cases when coming across something like her. She obeyed, not so much out of fear, but out of curiosity. He spoke to her as if he had half an idea that she might understand him. Did he know what she was? Could he help her?

It didn’t take long for that dream to shatter, because the man was speaking to her, reaffirming that he wasn’t sure if she could understand him. Both her tails twitched in response. He wanted her to sleep in the– no, he was offering it to her. Did he have chickens? Wasn’t he worried she might make herself at home a little too much? Mice? He was trying to offer her things that he thought a fox might be interested in, and she made a mental note to tell him after this was all over that no, she did not want mice for breakfast. Or was it lunch time? Her stomach grumbled, and the thought of food– or rather, the promise of it being extended towards her by the farmer was enough for her to follow him inside after he retreated back into the house.

It was warm inside and she paused by the door, gold eyes flickering over the interior. At least he had taste, even if it was a little western.

The fox padded into the foyer, ears rotating as she took in the sounds from each room before finally she refocused on the man. So he did know? She tilted her head to the side before nodding slowly. She felt so small, in the grand scheme of things– it should’ve been terrifying, the lack of heartbeat from the man, but it made her somehow feel safer. Like she knew his secret, and he knew hers, even if he couldn’t put it to her face until this nightmare was over. The fox pawed at the ground in an attempt to trace out STUCK against the wooden floorboards, but she knew it was no use. She couldn’t even tell what she was attempting to write, and she was the one doing it.

—

The nod was somewhat unexpected, but it filled Monty with unbridled curiosity and enthusiasm. “Oh! Oh, okay! We can work with this! The internet… well, it says a lot of things, and I can’t know exactly what’s true and what isn’t… but maybe we can just stick to yes or no questions.” He watched for a moment as the fox started to paw at the floor. It didn’t mean anything that he could discern, and he felt bad about that. She was clearly trying to communicate. Stepping toward her carefully, the man clicked the door shut behind her to keep the cold out, then began thoughtfully pacing a respectful distance from her.

“The thing I was reading said that kitsune can look like people, too.” He glanced down at the fox. “Is that true?” Then why didn’t she? Maybe she preferred this form, though it seemed limiting to her ability to communicate. And if she was in no need of help, if this was just how she chose to be, why would she have followed him inside? Well… maybe she just wanted a warm place to sleep. It could be as simple as that.

—

Maybe they should go back outside to where she could trace out words in the dirt like she had with that man who had found her in the cage. The fox stared up at him as he asked his questions, and she nodded. This might get them somewhere, or at least she hoped it would. She wasn’t sure how this man could help her, at least with the bit about her being stuck in fox form. She didn’t figure he knew Felix or Inge, so somehow getting their names out into the open would possibly prove futile, too.

The fox regarded the farmer for a moment before trotting past him in an attempt to find something to assist her in literally spelling out that she was stuck in this form, but one round around his kitchen, and there was nothing. She found her way back to him, clearly disappointed by the lack of tools fit for a fox to communicate, and sat at his feet, peering up at him. The yes or no’s would have to do, and she would just have to hope he would ask the right questions.

—

Monty watched her move about the place, looking for something, though he didn’t know what. A way to speak, perhaps. But if she could shift, then… “Are you… I have a friend, well, several friends that can shift between people and creatures. And you said that kitsune can do this as well.” He stared at her for a moment, brows furrowed. “But you’re… not doing that. Which I would think would make talking easier.” Could shifters get stuck in an animal shape? The idea of it was upsetting, frankly, and he started to wring his hands together. He was severely under qualified to deal with something like this, but maybe someone he knew…

“Are you unable to change back?” It made the most sense, but even knowing for certain that the answer was yes, he wasn’t sure how he was going to help. Hm. He knew Gael would likely not know anything about them, but Alan might… or maybe Felix?

—

At least the farmer seemed to understand her plight. Well, slightly. The fox simply nodded slowly, hoping that he would be able to discern that yes, she could shift back, but clearly that wasn’t an option at the moment. The flash of light that’d come from the young girl’s wayward spell had blinded her momentarily, but not before she’d shifted into fox form in an attempt to get away. Was it better to be stuck like this, then to be stuck in her human form?

At his question, the foxnodded furiously, head bobbing up and down. There was no way he’d misunderstand that. She looked up at him with a helpless expression, gold eyes meeting his dark brown. It was difficult, to say the least– communicating with somebody while like this. She again cursed the lack of evolution within her own species.

If she had more tails, she could communicate within his mind, maybe– or had that only been for other kitsune? It wasn’t something she learned about, just knew it was possible. What was really frustrating was the idea that after this was all said and done, she’d have to do a tour of Wicked’s Rest to give her gratitude to those who had helped her.

The fox sat down finally, ceasing the incessant pacing. She watched the man as he clearly began to think. Maybe he would come up with a solution– maybe he knew somebody, another spellcaster who could reverse whatever had happened to her. She hoped that was the case, at least.

—

“Okay… okay. I’m not—I don’t really know a lot about shifters, obviously, um… but I think maybe my friend Felix would be able to help you! They live in Worm Row, and they… well, they would probably know a lot more than I do. Maybe they’ve known other kitsune before! Here, I’ll—” Monty began patting down the pockets of his shirt and jeans absently, turning on the spot like he was looking for something—“give you their address, sí? And a note to take with you, so they know what’s wrong!” The next offer would be to take her there himself, but now knowing that she was much more than just a strange-colored fox, it felt a little condescending to assume she couldn’t take care of herself. Still…

He was scribbling down the note when he heard the back door to the house open, and his heart leaped into his throat. “Wait!” he called, dropping the note to the floor and stepping between the fox and the person coming inside—person and animals coming inside, that is. Daisy was strolling down the back hall toward him, a bemused smile on her face as the dogs started to kick up a fuss. “No! Pomelo, Cinder! Back!” The dogs’ protective nature overrode their training to listen to his commands, and they came crashing down the hall barking and snarling. Monty backed away from them, moving toward the door again and wrenching it open, giving the fox a place to escape to.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” he called after her once she’d slipped through the door and he’d wedged himself there to keep the canines from pursuing her further. “Sorry, you can—Pomelo, heel—just get yourself to Felix Mendoza! They can help you!” He didn’t even know if that was true, but it was the best idea he had.

—

The fox’s ears twitched at the sound of Felix’s name. This man knew Felix? That was fantastic! If he knew Felix, then Felix would recognize her, and he would be able to help her. It had occurred to her that she could just go to their apartment, but every time she had tried, something thwarted her. This town was full of things keeping her from getting back to normal and she was sick of it.

Things were finally beginning to look up. She didn’t know how to communicate to the man that she didn’t need the address, but her thoughts took an immediate detour at the sound of footsteps– fours and twos. The fox’s head snapped up, ears pinned in the direction of the door as it opened. The smell of the dogs filled her nostrils before they actually came into view, and the same must have been for them. They ran forward, teeth bared, and the fox resisted the urge to send a zap in their direction. They were just dogs, and it was obvious that this man meant no harm for her, because he was too, diving in the direction of the door, shoving it open.

The fox wasted no time in slipping through, grateful to hear it close behind her, but not without the sound of nails on the wood. Their barks pierced her ears as she ran, knowing well enough that this had been the closest she’d gotten to being saved. If this man knew Felix, then maybe she could wait, but something told her that hanging around would only get her hurt with the dogs inside, so she ran as fast as she could in the direction of where she knew town to be.

#para: bleating hearts #para: monty #wickedswriting

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weaselbeaselpants · 5 months

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K absolutely none of this is connected to her shows and her worker drama it's unrelated; but I'm not gonna lie Viv's Japan vacation where she's showing herself with a bunch of animal cafes is really starting to piss me off.

The deer being fed I think are wild, I don't have anything to say about that. But the owl cafes, the otter cafe, the marine park.

Look here! I'm not anti-captivity, honest (though AZA is hard to trust when they legit have an approval rating on Seaworld), but I really am skeeved out by so-called zoos and attractions that let you pet the animals, kind of especially if they aren't domesticated animals but exotics. Though, tbh even dog/cat pet shelters or whatever sound pretty hectic to eat at. Also, feels a little unsanitary. But even if that weren't a problem I just...kind of don't like anything where the animals are literally tied down and can't escape from you. It's the same reason I and a lot of other people don't like those pony-rides at fairs. The whole time you're worried about the animal's safety and happiness and also you aren't having any real connection to them.

Watching animals in an enclosure that's nice where they're just doing their thing >>> having to pet the animal. Not that I'm immune to propaganda and wouldn't absolutely volunteer to clean up scat if it meant I could hold a weasel being rehabilitated to the wild for a hot minute. I would 100% do that (it'd bite. Don't care). But there's that and then there's me getting to bond with a weasel that's shock collared or chained somehow and can't escape from me. That doesn't sit right.

And no. I don't care if it's in another country it's still wrong by a lot of global standards. In fact, I think it's kind of weird that people are doing the "respect other cultures"-thing only when it comes to Instagramable stories.

Ya'll have to realize it's not just yuppie American vegangelicals complaining. There are animal rights orgs in Thailand fighting elephant tourism, there ARE animal rights orgs in Japan and they do not like the animal cafes. Animal rights/welfare aren't some kind of 'annoying' American pastime. Why do you think Milo and Otis was controversial? Why do you think Padak exists? Respecting other cultures and their practices means: letting indigenous people hunt the animals they've been hunting for thousands of years, which of course isn't always going to be pretty cause that's what traditional hunting IS; it's allowing ritual animal slaughter in spaces and religions where that's done to feed the community and not as torture or sacrifice. And personally, as a mostly vegetarian, I say right on to both of those things.

Zoos, farms, petting zoos, aquariums and sanctuaries are YMMV, but I vouch for them in theory and usually in practice. Animal cafes and marine parks? I'm sorry but I can't not see those as being tourism and exploitive at best. Especially marine parks.

Viv straight up did a pic based on Blackfish but I guess that doesn't matter in Japan. I'm really disappointed in her as someone who loves animals. Because hey- when you as a human-animal love the other creatures of this earth, of course things like our rights come first. Humans are just that kind of animal and I don't think there's anything wrong with taxidermy or vulture culture. But, especially as an adult, you should know how to take care of animals and it should be your responsibility as their caretaker to give them the best care you have.

There's a petshop near where I (no longer in a few weeks) work. It used to hate that place cause I saw a rat eating another rat's baby alive among other abuses and the owner straight up didn't give a shit, not about the rat or that he was putting smaller reptiles in cages with monitor lizards. You can guess how that ended.

That place has new owners now. It mostly has animals there in transition. While they still have feeders (I know, that's prolly controversial to the reptile parents reading), their conditions have really improved. No crowding the rats, even the feeders, in unsafe unventilated places. They get REALLY mad if you tap the glass on the cages. No more keeping lovebirds apart from birds so that they're always calling. Betafish males get actual decorated tanks to themselves instead of those depressing bowls! If petstores and units where you pick up your expensive reptiles, fish and birds from HAVE to exist, I'd rather they be places like this. Places where the staff are trying and really do seem to love and want the best for their animals while expecting nothing fancy from the animals in return.

I'd love to be proven wrong on this- I remember seeing a yt vid for a bed and breakfast where you ate outside with the cows that made the dairy you're eating, and them being cows they of course wanted to come up and say hi to the guests. Of course I'd love that '' magical '' experience with an animal while I'm enjoying my coffee. But I just can't trust cafes and exotic petting zoos like this. My family has veterinarians, farmers, vegans and vegetarians, and FFA graduates in it. I'm just really concerned about the little things like this.

I know in my heart that of course Viv doesn't want to hurt any animals- but it bothers me.

Thoughts @chaifootsteps @derangedhyena-delphinidae?

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