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Guardian's Vigil
Kedreeva, She/Her/They/Them, Ace, 38. If you need someone to talk to, you've found me. You've found shelter where I keep vigil for those who need a solid wing under which to rest. Welcome.
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For reference, it was 6 months between the first photo and the third photo. She was still a juvenile. She'll be a sub adult a year from now. She'll (hopefully, if nothing untoward happens) live 20+ years. She's not even done growing. Peafowl are big.
Anyway here's a middle photo.
Compared to her now in the same chair
Did you know that peafowl are born with a full set of flight feathers? It only takes them 3-4 days to remove the sheaths and put a little length on them, and then they are capable of flight!
It's very obnoxious!
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I've seen several sites mention this, it's real.
Do not make the MISTAKE of thinking you need to put your side forward. The Guardian is transphobic as fuck, and will twist your words. DO NOT ENGAGE.
By the way, this is in the aftermath of the Cass Report, and the goal will be to make Trans DIY something that needs to be regulated or stamped out. DO NOT ENGAGE.
#trans#heads up#Kedreeva's psas#this is also your general reminder to think before you speak#especially to cops or news#look into places before giving them info
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what is the correct way to introduce yourself to peafowl as a first time impression? (im going to be visiting a peafowl sanctuary and i don't want to offend the fancy chickens)
Speak softly, don't look directly at them, don't move directly toward them. They're VERY curious, and if they're at all used to people they will be like cats, and come check you out more if you ignore them than if you pay attention to them. If the sanctuary allows outside food (or if you can get permission), you can bring them some blueberries, mealworms, or roasted peanuts to make friends- these can be tossed near them but not at them, or if they're friendly can be offered on a flat or very slightly curved palm, with your thumb tucked alongside your fingers, not sticking out or folded in. Thumbs sticking out make every pea I've ever met nervous. They all love to peck at shiny things- I would avoid wearing anything shiny on or near your face (earrings, necklaces, other piercings, anything with gems/glitter) or hands if you can, so a) they don't eat anything b) they don't get mad they can't eat the thing and c) you don't startle and jerk away if they peck at something shiny. I don't know how close or far they would get from you, but just in case there are any birds that might take treats from hands. I would also wear cool colors (black, purple, blue, green) over warm or white, if you have any.
Practice your happy peep. As high pitched as you can, a small soft pe-EP! (ascending pitch) is how they communicate about treats and good things. They probably won't recognize it from a human, but it won't hurt to try.
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pierced
for @steddiemicrofic march prompt ‘pin’
388 words | rated t | cw: not the safest piercing strategy | tags: pre-relationship, getting together
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“Eds?”
“Hm?”
“You wanna go to bed? Guest room is made up,” Steve offered.
Eddie’s head turned towards him and something shiny caught his eye.
“Woah. What’s that?” Steve asked before Eddie could answer him. “Did you get a new earring?”
“Huh?” Eddie’s eyes opened slowly. “Oh. I lost my earring in the pool earlier and wanted to make sure I had something in there.”
Steve scooted in closer until he was almost on top of Eddie. “You used a safety pin? Is that even safe?”
“It’s not not safe,” Eddie squirmed nervously. “I made sure to sterilize it first.”
“Does it hurt?” Steve felt stupid for asking. Of course it didn’t hurt. He’d already had it pierced for two weeks.
“Nah,” Eddie answered anyways. Steve kinda loved that he never made him feel dumb for asking stupid questions. Steve kinda loved him.
“Could I have one?” Steve asked, eyes darting between the safety pin in his ear and his widening eyes.
“You want a safety pin in your ear?”
“Yeah. Do you need me to get one?”
Eddie searched his face as his fingers reached up to play with the safety pin in his ear. “No, I have another one in my vest I can clean. Just to be clear, you want me to pierce your ear?”
Steve nodded.
“Are you high? Drunk? Suffering from a head injury? Emotionally compromised?”
Steve giggled. “No. I just think it looks cool.”
“It looks cool.”
“Uh-huh.”
Eddie stared back at him for a moment before finding a safety pin on his vest that he could live without. He got up and walked down the hall, probably to use the alcohol in the first aid kit.
When he came back, he immediately straddled Steve’s lap and tilted his head to the side.
Steve gulped.
“You’re really sure?”
“Positive.”
Eddie lined up the needle and told Steve to take a breath.
The safety pin was in his ear and Eddie was on his lap.
He had Eddie in his lap.
“Thanks, Eds.”
“Anytime.”
Maybe now wasn’t the time to make his move, but the way he stared up at Eddie had to have given him away.
Eddie ran his finger along the edge of his ear before leaning in to press a kiss to the top of his ear.
“Looks good, Stevie.”
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no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for
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For the most part, yes. The males have a couple of sounds that the peahens either can't or don't make
The first is the distinct sex squeal they make when they are getting ready to mount a hen. She reacts to this sound and his charge by either moving away, standing her ground/biting him, or squatting to let him proceed.
The second is their classic sex holler, is which actually NOT the "help!" call that most people think of when they think of peafowl calls.
The holler is the first adult sound, made by a white peafowl right after the peachick, and also the fifth adult sound in this video:
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The "showing dominance" squeal right after the holler in this video is actually the sex squeal; that's not a dominance sound, AT ALL. That's "INCOMING SMASH PLS" only. If a peacock is trying to show dominance, you'll know, because you'll be bleeding or fending off 10-12lbs of knives and wing buffets.
The third and fourth sounds in the video, the distinctive "peacock" sound everyone thinks of ("help!"), is one of the locator calls they use, but the girls also do it. it's the hey-yoo!!
When the peahen appears, she's doing the alarm honk, and they both do this.
None of their calls can be heard 5 miles away. 2 is pushing it, if the air is calm and the bird is in a clear area like from a treetop someplace where sound carries well. I can juuuust BARELY hear my neighbor's peafowl on a calm day if I'm sitting still listening for it, a quarter of a mile away.
I saw real peacocks for the first time in my life yesterday!!!
How are they so loud? I know they are big birds but how do they contain so much volume????? Also the noises they make do Not sound like real birds. Like humans imitating animals maybe. But not birds.
It's likely a combination of factors- that long neck certainly helps! Their whole little body is full of air sacs (their respiratory system is one way!) and their bones are hollow, which may assist. Plus, they say it with their whole chest!
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A love written in the stars
written for @steddieholidaydrabbles
prompt: Valentine's Day | rated: t | wc: 850
Steve always had bad experiences with Valentine's Day. Eddie makes him change his mind.
Steve had always hated Valentine's Day. Ever since he was a little kid. Because his early- only- experiences with it was an attempt to buy another's love. His father would always go overboard, showering his mother with attention and love and expensive gifts. Buying her love and loyalty for another year before going back to his mistresses by the end of the week. So by the time he was old enough to understand Valentine's Day, he already had a strong distaste for it.
Once he was old enough to start 'dating' it all fell on him. From when he was twelve, if he was even vaguely involved with a girl he was expected to get her a card and flowers or chocolates. Even when there was nothing more between them than holding hands at lunch and maybe a kiss on the cheek. He'd be lucky to get a scribbled note in return.
Once he was in high school and actually interested in dating and girls, Valentine's Day started to feel very transactional. He would put in cards and flowers and dates with expensive gifts, and he would get affection and maybe sex in return. But he knew deep down if he didn't go all out with it, they wouldn't be interested. Most of the girls around him wanted an experience they could brag about, not anything with commitment.
With Nancy it felt different. He knew she wouldn't want anything too big and out there. So he had a card and a single rose for her at school, with a candle lit dinner that he'd made that evening, with a full bunch of roses. A sweet date without any expectations for the evening. She'd got him a card and some chocolates in return. The date seemed to go well, but as the evening went on, Nancy started to pull away, the grief of losing Barb eating at her from the inside, making her feel guilty for doing something that Barb would never get to do. So the evening ended early with him comforting her and then dropping her home early. He knew it wasn't her fault, that she was suffering and struggling with her trauma, and he didn't blame her for the evening not going the way he'd planned it. But, when he got home to see the half eaten dinner that he'd worked so hard on, he couldn't help feeling that there was something inherently bad about Valentine's Day. It felt like it was almost cursed for him.
The years after Nancy didn't get any better. He tried to stay away from the spending a lot of money style of Valentine's plans, and focused more on the romantic, meaningful style dates. But once his dates realized he wasn't going to be showering them with expensive gifts, they lost interest. Often making excuses to leave before the date had run it's natural course. It made him want to just give up on Valentine's Day.
But then Eddie happened. Neither of them mentioned any plans for Valentine's Day. Steve was thinking of treating it just like any other day. Get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner together, have sex, then fall asleep. And to start with, Eddie seemed to have the same idea. The day started normal, a lazy morning make out session before they both had to hurry to be ready to leave on time for work.
When Steve got home, the table was scattered with folded paper stars. He didn't know what to make of it. He was so caught up in it, he didn't notice Eddie coming up behind him until his eyes were covered.
"You weren't supposed to be home just yet. No peeking." Eddie said, steering Steve into the bedroom and pushing him down onto the bed. "Now stay here until I call you."
Steve didn't get a chance to reply before Eddie had left the room again.
He wasn't alone for long before Eddie came back to him. "It's ready now."
Steve followed Eddie back to the kitchen. Plates already on the table with what looked like take out from their favorite restaurant. The room lit only by the star shaped lights that had been hung all over the kitchen.
"Ed's, I-" Steve didn't know what to say. He just wasn't used to a partner making an effort for Valentine's Day.
"Happy Valentine's Day, baby. I wanted us to eat under the stars, but it's too cold to eat outside, so this is the next best thing."
"I. I love it." Steve choked out, unsure what else to say.
"And each one of these stars," Eddie picked one of the paper stars up, holding it between his thumb and finger, "is to remind you how much I love you. I know you don't have great experiences with Valentine's Day. But every time you feel like you deserved the way all those girls treated you. Open one of the stars. Each one has a message inside, reminding you that you are so loved."
Steve couldn't help the tears that were welling up. "I love you."
the paper stars are these origami wishing stars:
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I saw real peacocks for the first time in my life yesterday!!!
How are they so loud? I know they are big birds but how do they contain so much volume????? Also the noises they make do Not sound like real birds. Like humans imitating animals maybe. But not birds.
It's likely a combination of factors- that long neck certainly helps! Their whole little body is full of air sacs (their respiratory system is one way!) and their bones are hollow, which may assist. Plus, they say it with their whole chest!
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steddie tumblr text posts <3
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I know you have a fabulous breeding group right now, and you just got a new fancy peacock, but do you have any varieties that are dream varieties?
The fancy new peacock actually carries the gene for my dream bird :) European violet!
Though, with people mixing EUV and ultramarine soon, perhaps that mix will end up being my favorite... Hard to say!
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he's a blue rat, so you really only replaced the blue with blue (rat)
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How's the New Boy doing?
Earl is great! He's mad about being indoors, and I don't blame him. We're working on repairing pen 3, and then I will be planting pen 1&2, letting the grass start growing, and he can be released into it with Bug.
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Do you sell the peafowls that you breed or do you just a fuck ton of birds , further down you have any tips on raising peafowls /having them as a pet I’ve been considering for a while now.
I do sell peafowl; my personal flock generally stays at 12-15 birds, depending on who I am breeding. I currently have 14 birds at my house, and 2 on loan to friends in NC for breeding. I will be selling at least the BS male from last year's breeding in the next 2 weeks (awaiting pickup) and possibly Wendy, if I can find a replacement blue hen on the 27th. Between last year's nesting disasters (my hens all got WAY too friendly with one another and tried to sit in a pile and wrecked all their eggs) and Earl's surprise arrival, I'm likely going to have to expand to at least one more coop, possibly two, and my flock would at that point likely go to 15-20 instead. Ultimately, I would like to have my two purple lines, and an EUV line (12-15 birds), plus my pet hens/pet male (probably Earl, possibly Bismuth if he's super friendly like it's looking he's gonna be)
I have a TON of tips. You should look into my peafowl tag, preferably on a desktop where it will actually be chronological, and read through, as I have answered a LOT of questions and talked a LOT about housing and care. If you've read through that tag and still have specific questions, hit me up.
If you want them as pets, you need a decent chunk of land, neighbors that don't mind the noise, a township that allows poultry, and a lot of money to build a proper pen (like. $2k+). They are NOT house pets, period. The ONLY reason Bug is still indoors is because she's a baby, and she's going outdoors soon. My tolerance for "large bird in house" is through the roof and I can still tell you, it's a bad fucking idea, do not put either of you through it. But, if you have the above, AND you can find a local supplier of quality game bird chow, AND an avian vet that will see peafowl and actually knows anything about them, AND you're willing to give them/pay for all of that stuff, then they're great farm birds.
#peafowl#asks#anon asks#I have already written the essays on care#I'm happy to answer specific questions
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He is half of my soul, as the poets say✨🌿
Im sharing a few more pieces of art I haven’t shared here from earlier this year, but if you wanna see more of my stuff you can find me on
IG: @lilustrate
And twitter @lilustrate_
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