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Chigireru Kubiwa - By Totiko (7/10)
I've scrounged through the bowels of the internet for years, but sometimes I still do find new fetishes. Please don't read this and expect it to make sense. It's a mess of trauma, dependency...and dogs.
I'm just gonna get this out of the way. Inuyama, the main character, is sexy to dogs. Also dog men, but also actual dogs. His father is a military dog trainer and breeder, so when Inuyama was young he got raped by a dog.
There.
That's out of the way now I can try to describe the plot.
Hachi is a military dog (man) who acts as Inuyama's bodyguard. Inuyama inherited the family business of selling attack dogs and military men so he needs one. Like really badly. The dogs misbehave when Hachi isn't around.
Inuyama obviously has a ton of sexual trauma. He fucks random guys who don't respect him, and Hachi worries for him.
One of Inuyama's sex friends badmouths him, and we find out that...yeah Inuyama does have a bad personality. He hates dogs. He isn't even very kind to Hachi, and he uses people for emotionless sex.
Hachi beats up the guy, but Inuyama is a traumatised scumbag.
Inuyama fucks his employee. He does it to make Hachi jealous. He thinks Hachi will betray him and try to rape him like the other dogs did. Inuyama's father tried to find an obedient dog for his son for a long time. Inuyama tried to trust each new dog, but horrifyingly every animal did turn on him and try to rape him. His father only cared about the dog business, so Inuyama had to keep trying to train dogs. Apparently there's alot of money in breeding fancy dogs and dog men.
Yes, I do feel bad for Inuyama. He's been hospitalized multiple times, after dog attacks. His father saw him as the heir of the business, nothing more. Inuyama doesn't know how to be in a healthy relationship, because he's afraid of intimacy in general. He's covered in permanent scars. If a female struggles during mating the male holds her down by the neck. Inuyama has fought for his life more than once.
He's been with Hachi for a while. Inuyama's insane dad did bring him Hachi. I think Hachi is the last dog he got before his dad croaked. He is a military experiment with dog genes but that doesn't really get explained.
He also has a dog penis, which scares Inuyama. He gets curious about sex with Hachi, but he reacts really badly when he notices the non human penis....
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Yeah.
Hachi is a protective and submissive yandere. A rare combo. He is envious of Inuyama's lovers, but he likes to protect Inuyama. He beats up those men. He sniffs Inuyama's things. He likes to watch Inuyama for hours. He resists his sexual urges because he enjoys time with Inuyama, even though Inuyama is a douche sometimes.
Inuyama starts to trust him. Hachi is very reliable.
After their relationship gets tense Inuyama tries to abandon his dog. He doesn't know if Inuyama really likes him. Does his human side love him, or the dog side? Inuyama, again, has huge issues with the dog thing. He needs Hachi to see him as a love interest, not just a sex object.
Hachi...starves himself and waits for Inuyama in the same spot for days. Then they have a heart to heart. Inuyama decides to give their relationship a chance.
Weird story.
The whole thing feels like it didn't need to happen??? Inuyama should have sold the business as soon as his dad died??? You don't have to work with dogs??? Why do you still work with dogs??? I kinda hate it when stories are clearly just a fetish thing, not a story....like it's...dumb...
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𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘, 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘
and basic shit you should know before interacting I guess~
*Disclaimer: all the information this post contains will be based on things I’ve learned over the years and my personal modifications are NOT to be taken as the general rule. This is MY abo concept for this bot in particular. Yall are free to agree, disagree, take ideas, adapt to your own bot, etcetcetc. Bye. Also sorry this doesn't have a read more;;;; I tried :(
Hello, this is (not) JYPe,
and welcome to the first episode of “Admin’s abo concept isn’t probably what you think so we gonna go in dept on this shit hehe ”. This was originally going to be a one part documentary but I realized I would probably keep coming up with or remembering stuff and these would be so LOOONG so I decided to just do it as I go and I’ll use the hashtag “admins abo tmi ” for this yeah. But also remember you can ask questions if you have any or if you don’t understand something because I usually ramble a lot.
Today we’ll be talking about 3 things that seem to be the most important since they’re the most brought up on my RP’s and they are:
Turning/Transforming.
Heat vs Rut.
Mates.
So let’s begin!
🌙 𝕿𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌/𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌…
There’s two meanings to this concept, one is the concept of turning from human form to wolf form, and the other one is being transformed into a wolf by different means (these usually depends on which story you’ve heard, it can be being the 7th boy child in a family, it can be a bite or a scratch, it can be eating raw meat, etcetcetc).
*This change has now also been added to the Chan’s pack introduction.
What are the definitions of this words? Cambridge Dictionary defines them as:
Turn: to (cause to) become, change into, or come to be something.
Example: “Chan turned into his wolf form”
Explanation: Chan, already a werewolf, turned and changed into his wolf form.
Transform: to change completely the appearance or character of something or someone, especially so that that thing or person is improved.
Example: “Changbin was transformed into a werewolf.”
Explanation: Changbin, a regular human, was transformed /by a wolf/ into a werewolf.
𝕿𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌…
In the classic folklore, turning consists of 2 phases, human with NO wolf characteristics whatsoever, (which is what makes it so hard finding out who the werewolf in town is) and fluffy wolf with some human like characteristics (being biped, having arms instead of four legs, body structure humanlike. The best examples I can think of are the underworld lycans mmm tasteful). Another general rule for classic werewolves was that the person and wolf were two different minds, the person never remembered turning and had no idea they were the werewolf terrorizing town. While being human, the person didn’t even have the wolf skills like hearing or strength. They were just regular boring humans. Another thing was that they had no control whatsoever and ONLY turned during full moon, but I’m not getting into that yet.
Here are some examples (it’s basically furries oop).
Moving on to my concept, I decided to have 3 phases of turning, consisting on:
Human: Basic, simple, boring human. No presence of wolf features whatsoever. YET they can still make use of their skills such as sensitive hearing, smell, extra strength among others.
Half-turn: Heavily inspired by Teen Wolf tbh, SOME features are present and can generally be controlled, such as eyes, ears, tail, fangs, claws. Can even be confused for hybrids. (sumn like this please appreciate my art)
Full-turn: they become big scary fluffy puppies. Let’s remember how they look like.
Channie Chan Chris
𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌…
As mentioned before, transforming depends on which story you know and what you’re settling for. Generally we always talk about bites and deep scratches. Some of the most known stories about how to become a werewolf are being the 7th boy child born in a family on a full moon, or in Greek mythology, Zeus transformed some dudes into wolves after they tried to feed him human meat. There’s many different stories you can pick from, they’re just one Google away~
On my concept, though, the only way to transform is through a bite, even though I always keep options open.
I will probably be talking about the 3 types of wolves and deepening this a bit more later on.
🌙 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖛𝖘 𝕽𝖚𝖙.
Imma give you a wolf biology class because I know too much useless info and I WANT TO.
Rut: The rut is the mating season of certain mammals. The rut is characterized in males by an increase in testosterone, exaggerated sexual dimorphisms and increased aggression and interest in females.
Heat: The estrous cycle or oestrous cycle is the set of recurring physiological changes that are induced by reproductive hormones in most mammalian therian females. Estrous cycles start after sexual maturity in females and are interrupted by anestrous phases or by pregnancies. This cycle presents four phases, the one known as “heat” being the second one, estrus or oestrus, that refers to the phase when the female is sexually receptive.
What are seasonal breeders and what is mating season?
The breeding season is when seasonal breeders reproduce. Seasonal breeders are animal species that successfully mate only during certain times of the year. These times of year allow for the optimization of survival of young due to factors such as ambient temperature, food and water availability etcetc. Male seasonal breeders may exhibit changes in testosterone levels, weight, and fertility depending on the time of year. Female seasonal breeders will have one or more estrus cycles only when she is “in season” or fertile and receptive to mating.
Wolves fall in all of these descriptions.
What does all of this shit mean and why do I care lmao?
This means that if this was a logical bot I should only be doing NSFW like one week during 4 months a year LMAO no frfr
This basically means that RUT and HEAT are the seasons when the MALE and FEMALE respectively are ready to mate with each other to reproduce.
I’ve seen many male idol hybrids having heats instead of ruts, which I have no problem at all with and am sure no one else does really, but I think you should KNOW that a heat would not make them want to fuck, but get fucked. Heat would be the need to be filled and not fill others. A heat and a rut does NOT have to equal dominance or submissiveness in bots, anyway, that would be like saying being top or bottom determines who is dom/sub and that’s wrong, so just a PSA I guess.
Now, how does this affect my CB and ABO concept?
I’ve never, anyway, read anywhere of classic werewolves reproduction, which leads me to believe that they’re probably sterile. So I will stick to real life wolves rules but on my own way. Wolves are even monogamous and I dont go by that one lmao.
Reproduction rules on my ABO are really simple, ruts are once a month, around 5 days, and each of the guys have different characteristics for them. They’re only capable of getting someone pregnant during ruts, too. I just generally believe all girls are on the pill tbh and I never really use condoms but guys irl please practice safe sex wrap your or your partners willy before going freaky and stay safe.
Not sure if there’s something else to mention here? Let me know.
🌙 𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘…
Mates are the wolf equivalent of soulmates, but that’s bullshit. I mean, I’m not gonna say they’re not real, I just mean that the general idea of only one person for the rest of your life and if it’s not them you’re miserable is dumb when we’re talking about beings with feelings. Did you know wolves irl are monogamous and mate but if their mate dies they just look for another one and move on? Now you know.
The thing with mates and marks, in my humble opinion, is that they don’t mean anything. Peoples hearts change, feelings come and go, and my wolves are NOT about to drop everything they have for some person they don’t know who happened to be their true mate. In fact, Channie is the only one who believes in them. The mates issue is a bit complex if we think about it over each of the Chan’s, but on a general idea, the mates are not exclusive for the guys, and I’ll probably make a tmi on the boys at some point, but Chan met his mate and it didn’t work out, for example. Mates go further than the marking, btw, mates are a special, cosmic bond. Marks are just that, marks.
And talking about that, we do not vibe with marks. The original folklore states marks as the way a wolf has to claim their partner as theirs and keep away others, especially from an alpha, and they’re supposed to go both ways, so marks between human/wolf, for example wouldn’t be possible. There’s also two marks.
The first bonding mark is generally given during sex between mates and heals, and the second one in front of the pack (there’s a whole social status thing involved here but were not touching that yet) and its permanent. Also marks are literal WOLF BITES so no, they’re neither small nor cute. Just look at these teethies and picture the scar in a neck-shoulder. That’s your bonding mark.
(they're cute tho I uwuuu)
What I’ve been reading around in fanfics and seeing around is that bots have been mated and claimed with marks, which is ok if you’re into that. My chan’s, though, find physical marks archaic, possessive and toxic. And honestly I personally do too.
You may have noticed by now that even though the boys are quite possessive, they’re never trying to scare away others and their sole way of marking is love marks that heal eventually and scenting. Permanent marks are a nono.
They will NOT mark anyone as their mate. Especially Channie plz he’s baby.
This is a personal decision and it does not mean that marking is RIGHT or WRONG. I just personally see marking bites as marking your partner with fire or something and I dislike the idea a lot.
ALRIGHT I THINK THAT’S ABOUT IT FOR TODAY I FEEL LIKE I WROTE TOO MUCH ALREADY??? Feel free to ask questions or request certain topics! I think next topics will be Social Structure, Skills and maybe Self control or Moon Cycles.
If you read all of this WOW CONGRATS??? I LOVE YOU EXTRA MUAH
One question I got on the asks was “since their fur color seems to correspond with their hair color, what happens if they dye their hair?”
Nothing happens babe! When they’re half turned they will have really funny colorful hair, but when they fully turn their fur stays the same! hehe Don’t worry, Chan won’t be a clown red wolf heh
OK BYE MUAH MUAH
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Most days Janus didn’t care too much about working at the pet store of his nephew. He did not mind the mothers and children who came in and asked questions about rats, hamsters or guineapigs. He did not mind taking care of snakes and feeding them mice.
But sitting in the store on a Sunday, well that was something Janus did not enjoy at all. This stupid rescue thing was all nice and well in theory but the on-call service Virgil wanted to provide every fucking weekend was the bane of his existence.
“I don’t have you come with me every time! So, stop sulking and bring me the broom,” Virgil instructed him.
Janus rolled his eyes and got up to get him the broom he requested. With a badly hidden pout Janus watched Virgil sweep the empty cage. They did not have puppies and kittens here all the time, as they only accepted them from a few select breeders and so the space was often unoccupied. Still, Virgil insisted on keeping it clean in case that they had to take in a cat or dog for a short while, which had been brought to them. Only until they had found the actual owner or found a better place for it to stay.
Janus respected Virgil’s work attitude and philosophy greatly. It was incredible that he had found such a strong and positive outlet of all his nervous energy, considering how long he had been struggling with his anxiety. But then again, Virgil could not do much that would actually disappoint Janus. He was his godfather after all.
As Janus’s thoughts wandered off, he almost missed the ringing of the doorbell. Quick he straightened up and limped over to the door. It wasn’t open as it was a Sunday, but they had put a label next to the doorbell, where it said they could ring for emergencies.
And as Janus opened the door, he quickly realized that this probably was a small emergency. A teenage boy with a wicker basket stood in front of him. Out of the basket there was the sound of loud, a little aggressive meowing and Janus clacked his tongue.
“Virgil? We’ve got a cat!” he called for him and then looked back to the boy. “Hey, sorry, what is your name and how did you come to bring us this cat?”
The boy’s name was Lewis and the cat had walked into the backyard of their apartment complex. He had initially wanted to keep it but after a discussion with his mother decided to bring it here, he explained to Janus, as they walked towards the little room off the side, where Virgil had his makeshift check-up station. The lanky man had set the basket on the table and asked for Janus to close the door, so the cat could not run out of the room.
Lewis curiously looked how Virgil then opened the basket and let the cat jump out of it. Quick Virgil had gripped it by the back of its neck and made a few shushing sounds, before the cat miraculously calmed down and he checked it for any injuries whatsoever. Fascinated Lewis watched the gentle but swift motions of Virgil’s hands as he checked it and looked up to Janus in curiosity.
“He’s good with animals. That’s why he wanted us to do this,” Janus answered the unasked question with smile and let Virgil do his job as he kept the boy off his back.
After a few minutes Virgil then turned and looked down to Lewis.
“So, this little cat here was lucky! He’s uninjured and looks pretty healthy,” he explained as he scratched the cat behind the ear and waved Lewis to come a little closer. “He’s well fed and I found a chip. I’ll check now if we can read the data and find the owner like that. And then we can get him back to his home.”
Lewis watched him with big eyes and bit his lips.
“And if you cannot find them? Could I have the cat?”
Virgil exchanged a look with Janus and the older man huffed and put his hand on the teen’s shoulder.
“Look,” Janus said and pulled him softly back to the door, “if the cat belongs to someone, we can’t do anything but return it.”
“But what if I want it more?”
Janus sighed and squeezed his shoulder.
“Doesn’t go like this, boy. If you had a cat and it would get lost, how would you feel if somebody else would just keep it? We can’t do that, can we?”
Lewis looked to the floor, pouted and said: “No, we can’t. I get that.”
“Good,” Janus said and pulled his hand away, waiting for Lewis to look up. “But between us; if they suck or if we can’t find them, we’ll bring him back to you, okay?”
Immediately Lewis’s eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly at Janus, who felt Virgil glare at the back of his head. Quickly, he then led Lewis out of the room to let Virgil do scan and asked Lewis to give him his mail so he could contact and inform him what had happened with the cat.
“Can I come by tomorrow and ask how things are, if I don’t hear from you?” he asked and Janus chuckled.
With a grin Janus walked away from behind the counter, opened the door for Lewis and said: “You’re welcome to do so. Even if you were to hear from us. Maybe we could check out together what kind of cat would fit for your living situation if this one isn’t going to be yours, what do you think?”
The look Lewis gave him almost made up for Janus having to sit out the whole Sunday and he wished the teen a good afternoon as he left. With a sigh he made his way back to the little room. He knocked on the door frame and waited for Virgil to turn around. Eventually Virgil turned around and Janus got to see his frown.
“What’s the news?” Janus asked looking at the cat chilling in Virgil’s arms.
Virgil scratched the cat’s belly and answered: “I could read the chip, but I did a check of the address, because there was no phone number or mail on it, and it seems like they moved out? And I can’t find them anywhere? So, I don’t know what’s next?”
“Do you find the number or mail of neighbours of them? They might know where they went and could tell us. That’s the only thing I can think of right off the bat, at least,” Janus offered and Virgil started googling.
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An hour later the duo stood with a cat in a transport box in front of Logan’s door and rang his bell.
Why that was? Well, they had managed to contact neighbours of the old cat owners and they had been able to tell them where they lived now. Which was great. But, of course there was a but, they had also informed them that the couple apparently only spoke broken English and otherwise talked in an East European language. Which led to the following conversation:
“Wait, isn’t Logan like part East European?”
“His surname is Fojtík if I recall correctly, so that could be possible. Didn’t he say he knows a little … Polish and Croatian?”
“I think it’s Czech not Croatian but I don’t know if that’s what we’ll need…”
“Well, it’s the best shot we have, storm could. Let’s go over to the bookworm and ask him if he might want to help us.”
And so, they stood there and waited for Logan to open the door. And as Logan opened the door, Janus was quick to explain their situation and when he ended Logan looked more than unimpressed.
“Do you know how broad the term “East Europe” is? And my knowledge of Polish and Czech is quite limited as I am self-taught and have almost no talking experience. I doubt I would be any help,” Logan said and pushed his glasses up with his middle and ring finger.
Janus rolled his eyes and wanted to argue, as he suddenly a voice from indoors perked up and said in his stead: “Come on, Lo! At the very least you know more than they do, and it’s for the well-being of this cat!”
And those words were followed by Patton walking up to Logan, former wearing a white tank top, black jogging shorts, white socks and a pair of pink slippers. Janus eyed him curiously, watched how he put his hand on Logan’s shoulder and how the small man visibly stiffened and looked up to him with slight annoyance in his face. But somehow there was no edge to Logan’s look and Janus was sure to keep that little interaction in mind together with the other little clues the two had left him over the years.
“I suppose you have a point. But why exactly do you need to do this today?” Logan asked and turned his attention back to Janus.
Janus nudged his nephew in the arm and said with a chuckle: “Because he dislikes keeping the animals away from their homes for too long. Also, his owners’ place is only like forty minutes away.”
“Oh,” Logan said and nodded.
He then looked back over his shoulder to Patton and the man grinned at him with a pledge in his eyes. Logan moaned and walked back inside while murmuring: “Fine! But you’ll help me put in the sign when I come back.”
“If you give me the keys, I can move it inside while you’re away, Logi. It’s no bother at all!” Patton said and looked inside the apartment while Janus exchanged a look with Virgil who just shook his head at the romantic foolery.
After a minute Logan was back, ready with his satchel and a light jacket and said goodbye to Patton, who said he’d order dinner for them if he told him in time when they’d come back. Quick the three walked down and headed towards Virgil’s car. At once Virgil stopped and both men halted and looked at him.
“I want to look after the cat while we’re driving,” Virgil stated unprompted.
“And?” Janus asked and made a light motion with his hand.
“Who’s driving then? Lo cannot drive, I won’t let you drive and I want to look after the cat.”
“Oh my god,” Logan moaned and Janus facepalmed.
Of course, this would be a problem, Janus thought and was about to explain to Virgil that for once in his life he might have to let him handle the cat, when he looked up and saw a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“We could ask your boyfriend to drive,” Virgil proposed smugly and Janus gasped theatrically.
“He is not my boyfriend! And we will not bother him with such trivial matters!”
“But bothering Logan is okay? Sorry, uncle J, we’re not going to compromise on this one. Go and get the flower boy, while I and Lo get into the car. K?”
Janus huffed but eventually went to the brother’s store. He had seen them doing something inside and he hoped it could save himself from climbing anymore stairs for the day.
And Janus was indeed lucky. Roman was just about to walk inside the store when Janus saw him. Roman spotted him around the same time and waved happily. Janus smiled back and walked closer, watching how Roman stood still and waited for him to come closer.
“Good afternoon Mr. Segura Reyes,” Janus greeted him with a grin and Roman chuckled.
“Good afternoon to yourself Mr. Jones! Whatever can I help you with?”
Janus stood still for a moment, watching how Roman turned further towards him and pushed a loose hair strain behind his ear.
“Well, normally I would feel offended that you assume I’d only come to you because I want something, but for once I have a little favour to ask from you.”
“Oh? What is it?” Roman asked curiously and Janus curtly explained what had gone down at the pet store today.
Attentively Roman had listened and said when Janus was finished: “So, you need a driver? I can do that! Just let me get my wallet and say bye to Rem. Then I’m all yours!”
“Really?” Janus said a little surprised by how easy it was to get Roman to do something so ridiculous.
Roman had already started to walk towards the door of the shop and stopped now. With a smile and an amused look, he told Janus: “Don’t be silly! I love to help you guys whenever I can! It’s great around here and I’m happy to do my part!”
And then the florist disappeared in the shop and Janus was left standing there for a few moments. He really liked him. He did. But this kindness and will to give was sometimes almost too much for Janus. It was as if Roman was trying to prove something with it. Not to Janus, not to anybody in particular, but maybe the world itself, which made Janus question what had motivated the man to develop such a stupidly altruistic life philosophy.
“Till later, Rem! I’m back in two hours or so!” Roman’s voice pulled Janus out of his thoughts and he watched the man exit the door, looking back over his shoulder, probably looking at Remus somewhere inside.
“Yeah, goodbye! Take care! Drive save,” Janus heard the response from Roman’s brother and the man nodded happily and closed up on Janus.
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Roman was a pleasantly good driver and the cat was one of the greatest cats of all; a cat which didn’t meow as if he was dying any second now while driving. The radio was a little turned down and Logan had inquired how Janus’s youngest sister was doing, as he had frequently talked about her.
Lotona, second youngest of the Jones family, had just had her third kid and Janus had visited her last weekend.
“So how many nieces and nephews do you have combined, now? With so many siblings and whatnot,” Roman asked casually.
Janus sat in the front seat next to Roman, Logan and Virgil, rather cramped in the back, and shot a lazy look to Roman. It was fascinating how focused he seemed to be sitting behind this wheel.
“I think, her daughter is the eighteenth?” Janus mused.
“No, she’s the ninetieth. You forgot to count aunt Flora’s boy. He’s been born like half a year ago, I think?” Virgil corrected and Janus sighed.
“That’s a lot of cousins, Virgil. You probably didn’t feel like an only child at all, if you were growing up in such a big household,” Roman said and looked into the rear-view mirror for a second.
Virgil huffed a little and put his fingers through the holes of the transport box. With the hint of a smile he mumbled: “It didn’t. Was kinda nice all things considered. Like, it has its perks to have such a big family. Always someone there to turn to.”
Roman smiled at the answer and nodded a little. Janus observed him closely as he did so. It looked like a happy and content expression and gesture. But there was something a little too stiff, too melancholic in Roman’s eyes as he spoke and Janus had picked up on it. One of these days he would probably have to find out what it was but not anytime soon if he had a say in it. He did not feel comfortable yet to dug up this man’s past life.
“But you seem to be pretty close with Remus too,” Virgil said at once and met eyes with Roman in the rear-view mirror. “He seems to be a rather protective older brother from what I can tell. Was he always like that?”
Roman rolled his eyes and chuckled at that statement. With a lopsided smile he answered: “It’s almost funny how everybody always figures out that he’s twenty minutes older than me just because he sometimes acts like a ridiculous guard dog.”
“Wait. You’re twins?!” Virgil half yelled which made Logan flinch next to him.
Roman only shrugged and kept watching the road.
“Yeah. Identical twins. When we were younger people had no way to tell who’s who. It was fun to mess with people like that. Today, nobody falls for it anymore, but we’re still just as close as we were. Maybe even more so. And I’m very thankful for that. Because it is really nice to have someone you can fall back to no matter what.”
Virgil nodded and then apologized to the cat for yelling, ignoring Logan’s dramatic eye roll. Janus just stared at Roman. Somehow, this statement made him uneasy. It was as if someone had thrown a puzzle in front of him and as he began to put it together, he started to realize that pieces were lacking. Pieces he needed to see the whole picture.
But Janus did not give into the curiosity and instead asked Virgil how long far away from their destination they were. In response Virgil looked onto the route on Google Maps and said about five minutes.
They soon reached the neighbourhood where the apartment should be and after ten minutes found the actual destination they were looking for. After another minute of deliberation, if Virgil had to come with Janus or not, Janus, Virgil and Logan walked towards the house and left Roman standing by the car, so they wouldn’t overwhelm the couple completely.
Lazily, Roman leaned against the car and scrolled through the Instagram account of their shop and then started to play a game on his phone.
It really was a nice afternoon and it had been interesting to learn a little more about Janus and Virgil’s family. He had hoped to hear a little more about Logan but the man apparently was rather secretive with his past. Roman could respect that. Who if not he?
Roman let out a little laugh and stretched his arms. Curious he looked up to the apartment building, wondering if they had found the right cat owner, when he suddenly felt his phone buzzing twice in his hand.
He unlocked the screen.
He had gotten the text.
Blankly he stared at the screen and stumbled against the car. He needed to go home to Remus, he desperately thought.
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About snakes, this blog, breeding, and the future
Please let me bare my soul, and if i can be needy for a second and beg for some positive reinforcement, id really appreciate your replies. Hell ill even turn asks and anons back on if you all promise to be gentle 😭 sorry this is sooo long, but i have a need to say it.
Sorry its not snake pics lately, and ive been so sparse in posting pictures. I have been putting more energy into working as a high school teacher and building shit and investing time in my hobbies.
I got a message from a younger dude asking for help understanding something and it made me think: When it comes to new keepers, I much prefer interacting with millenials and younger in the snake community. Even new keepers who are older tend to ignore advice from young people and any gender that isn't man. And the latter they tend to try and humiliate, even if the younger person knows what they are talking about.
I totally get why i became so bitter on the internet, and why sometimes i still react poorly (among just failing to train the impulsivity and negativity in my life). Ive finally found a pretty decent balance and healthy relationship with social media, which is a huge step away, at least at the rate i have already. I still slip on super bad days and fail to recognize and stop myself before i act like a complete dick, but i feel like im finally getting back into a place where im more positive, and helpful, and less reactive. And im learning to stay off the internet when i have bad days and CANT stop myself, but still slip 🤷♂️ idk im trying and doing well i feel haha
I also realized in the last year that breeding ball pythons isnt why i enjoy ball pythons. Dont get me wrong- i LOVE GENETICS and breeding, but keeping them a d enjoying their behavior is much more satisfying than pumping out babies.
I made the decision to down size, hopefully to 5-10 snakes within 3 years. I still have specific plans for breeding id like to accomplish, and i think id like to have a couple animals to breed every now and then, but i dont need or want this many breeding animals. I think somewhere along the lines i wanted to be "impressive" and gain the respect of everyone in the community, and that became ingrained in me, even though i forgot the reason i was intending to breed so many animals.
Then i remembered, i dont give a fuck what other people think.
I care, Least of all, what the majority of the breeding hobby thinks of me. Everyone knows my gripes with minimum care and promoting minimum care, but the sexism, ageism, and ignorance, and elitist attitude of the majority of breeders are other heavy parts that i didnt realize were taking a toll on me. Why the heck would i ever want to impress or be respected by those types of people? OHHHH I dont. Duh. Reality check!!!
Plus, ball pythons are lame. They are over done, and everyone thinks they are special for owning one, but we really arent. We are the bottom of the barrel in reptile keeping. I never considered myself epic for owning and breeding BPs, though my damn attitude never reflected that.
Anyhow, it's hard for me to think about breeding lately. Its hard to sell to pet owners, all my friends who want and can care for snakes have them, and the animal's i breed for are like.... breeding animals as far as genes go. Ive considered also lowering the prices as a special for new keepers, since many of my pairings are like breeding types, but im not gonna lie, the money is tempting to out them at market value, and the idea of getting back some of what input into just animals purchases sounds great.
Im not sure where i will go yet, but my heart hurts thinking about putting my snakes into an industry standard rack, or someone who doesnt have similar values in general.
As for this blog, im gonna keep posting snake pictures probably until tumblr goes under. I have full intentions to update and expand my resources, but i rarely have a moment where i actually WANT to do so.
SO ANYHOW thats everything
Sorry this is so long
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Can you please do some headcanons on how the DR2 cast would land themselves in detention? It’s for comedy.
This one took a long time, I hope you enjoy! It was super fun to write.
How The SDR2 Cast Would Get Detention!
Hajime Hinata
He is a good student who rarely gets in trouble. When hedoes, it’s for pretty minor things. With that said, he also rarely loses his temper.
Hajime was good friends with Chiaki but their relationship started to causequestions to arise within the other Reserve Course students.
Rumors were spreading that he was using her to sneak into the Ultimate program.This really got under Hajime’s skin but what could he do to stop it? Pretty soon, everyone was giving him the cold shoulder.
He overheard two of the other Reserve students snickering as he walked by andhe just lost it.
“What?” The other two boys, whom he has never seen before, stare at Hajime withsmug grins. “Take that back, now.”
His eyes were flashing with red. Hajime doesn’t get angry easily but he’lldefend his friends if he needs to, putting their interest above his own.
“Admit it, you’re using that girl… what’s her name, Chiaki?”
In a fit of blind rage, Hajime slips his shirt off and storms up to the otherstudents, shirtless and getting in their face. “I said take it back!”
You’d think that the half-nudity would be enough. When the teachers finallycame to their aide, breaking up a potential fight before it could happen, theyslapped a detention slip into Hajime’s hands.
Staring down at the small paper slip, it read that he was getting detention for a Dress Code Violation.
He assumed that it was because he took off his shirt and tried punching thesmug little kids, but… no, not entirely. Once he stomped down to the detentionroom, the proctor welcomed him and examined the slip.
He’s a pretty calm, collected kid with a good head on his shoulders so his reaction to the rumors caused him to feel embarrassed. Plus, some of the adults got on him for interacting with the Ultimate students already.
“Oh, so you’re the kid who was exposing his shoulders, huh?”
Hajime, puzzled, looks at the man. “My… shoulders?”
Chiaki Nanami
Sleeping in class is a given, but she just can’t help it.It’s something she’s gotten in trouble for in the past but has since slippedby. The adults started to accept it since she’s a good student, regardless of sleeping so much.
Ever since she became Class Representative, though, the teachers haven’t beenso lenient towards Chiaki.
She is the Ultimate Gamer so bringing her video games to class is not out of the ordinary andsomething that most people don’t mind, at least not until it becomes adistraction.
The rest of her class were slowly beginning to huddle around her as she played,her fingers dancing along the controller and her eyes were glued to the screen.Chiaki completely zoned out everything Chisa was saying.
More than once, she tried getting the Gamer’s attention and eventually shesnapped. “Everyone, get away from Chiaki right now! Pay attention.”
But not even that could bring her back to reality. The faint sounds of her gamein the background still playing, she stormed up to the small girl.
Chisa, as politely as possible, grabbed the system out of her hands and placedit behind her back. It caused her to lose the Level and, being newly sleep-deprivedand overly-invested in the game, Chiaki let her tongue slip.
“What the fuck… come at me bro.”
Her expression was still blank but the comment wasn’t very highly appreciated,seen more as a threat.
Chisa sent her directly to detention and the rest of her class watched, astonished, as their Representative became one of the ‘bad kids’ even for just a day.
What can she say? She really loves her games.
Nagito Komaeda
Knowing Nagito, he’d do something that ends up goinghorribly wrong.
He just wanted to plan out a surprise for his class, baking them sweet treatswith the help of Teruteru. Nagito had good intentions but his luck isn’t veryreliable.
He also decided to slip into Seiko’s lab and ask her for some vitamins to makethem taste better, not really believing in his baking skills. He left Teruteru alone with the sweets, giving him an ampleopportunity to slip some unwanted Aphrodisiacs into the food.
Nagito also grabbed the wrong bottle without looking, accidentally swiping someLaxatives instead.
But he was so proud of what he’d made, he had to share it with everyone! Hemade sure to stop by the Teacher’s Lounge and the Headmaster’s Office as wellsince he had more leftovers than expected.
And he didn’t want to eat his own baked goods since that’s just not respectful;it wasn’t meant for him but for his friends instead. So, Nagito didn’t get a chance to taste-test the food beforehand.
Well, those good intentions went out the window. Teruteru didn’t know about the Laxatives, and Nagito didn’t know about the Aphrodisiacs, which is a killercombination.
It was bad enough that his entire class and Chisa had consumed the foodcontaining the two, but to make matters worse, so did the higher-up staffmembers, including Headmaster Jin. For the entire day, those who ate it were in and out of the bathroomand stumbling all over one another in the process, heated and intimate… to put it lightly. Nagitodidn’t really understand, was it that good?
He’d only realized he took the wrong bottle when it was too late, and Teruteruconfessed to slipping in the extra drug while in his… hot state. But Nagito gotblamed for it all and ultimately sentenced to detention.
“Damn, just my luck!”
Ibuki Mioda
She’s definitely a firecracker but Ibuki doesn’t have evilintentions, so she’d do something without really intending to.
Ibuki would be in the Music Room, practicing and writing songs as she always did. Shehas the tendency to skip classes to have her own personal concert instead.
Her signature flame guitar would have some part in it.
It didn’t take the staff very long to find her holed up in the MusicRoom, the loud heavy metal blaring from inside was a dead giveaway.
Knocking on the door,they call for her name with no response, it was too loud and the musician couldn’t hear them.
The door swings open to find Ibuki completely lost in the music. So much so,that when she finally notices the cluster of adults standing in the doorway sheturns quickly to give them a good view of the show.
Unfortunately, she completely forgot about the flames shooting out from herguitar which lit the front of the room on fire, knocking over some rather expensive equipment in the process.
The entire school had to be evacuated immediately, students and teachers alikerushing through the doors for their lives. The Fire Department also had to becalled, which lead Ibuki to explain how she started the fire that nearly burneddown the entirety of Hope’s Peak Academy.
She can’t help herself from giggling and got sent to detention for a ‘Terroristic Act Against the School.’
Hey, she thought that sounded pretty cool! Maybe she’ll name a song after that.
Gundham Tanaka
Being the Ultimate Animal Breeder, everyone is well-aware ofhis love for and ownership of all kinds of species. Hope’s Peak does allow Service Animals and gives specialprivileges to those with animal-related talents.
Which is why he’s able to bring his hamsters, or Four Dark Devas of Destruction, with him eachday.
Here and there, he’ll bring another one of his various pets as well. He’sbrought a couple cats on some days, and during others he’s brought one of his smalldogs. Gundham has walked into class with a bird perched on his shoulder before,too. You never know what he’ll bring to class.
But there’s still a line that even he can’t cross.
And everyone knows that Gundham has pets that he probably shouldn’t, but that’s whyhe’s an Ultimate after all!
His hamsters are never a disturbance and everyone has come to know and lovethem. Cats, dogs, and birds aren’t too much of a hassle as long as he keeps upwith them.
It’s not until he tries sneaking bigger animals in that there’s an issue.
The first strike was his ball-python which isn’t venomous, but some of theother students with less experience around snakes were still a little bitfrightened. It stayed curled around his neck all day, hidden in his scarf.
He jumped straight to strike three when he walked up to the front door with a full-grown Tiger on a leash. Juzo stopped him immediately and forbade him fromentering the building.
“What do you mortals know about the beauty of this feline?! She will pouncebefore you even know what is happening! Do not mess with me!”
Though he claims that she was domesticated, his… threats weren’t appreciated.So he and his Tiger spent the day in detention.
Mikan Tsumiki
The poor thing doesn’t try to end up in the compromisingpositions… it just kind of, happens. She can’t help that she’s clumsy!
By now, everyone in her class is pretty used to it. The same doesn’t go for theother Ultimates in different classes or the Reserves, though.
She’d be late to class one day; Mikan is already an emotional wreck. She’scrying and rushing through the hallway because she was already going to beembarrassed enough having to walk into class after it started.
Mikan is pushing past the others in the hall politely, apologizing the entiretime when she just… trips. Her foot catches on the opposite ankle and she goescollapsing, falling forward.
She’d fall on top of a few innocent students with her legs slightly spread,back arched a bit, skirt accidentally flipping up, and wrists falling above herhead. The student that she fell on was a complete stranger, someone she’dnever seen before nevertheless had a conversation with.
“Oh God, I’m sorry! I’m so very sorry!”
Both of their faces are bright red now and she erupts into a fit of tears.
Though she didn’t intend on falling or ending up in this predicament, theteacher that had been standing just outside of her classroom while the studentsfiled in witnessed it happen and immediately was at a loss for words.
“You, miss!” She exclaims while storming towards Mikan. “Explain yourself!”
“I-It’s not what it looks like~!” Mikan pleas but the teacher is having none ofit. She got sent straight to detention for sexual advances on another student,PDA, and indecent public exposure.
She’d walk into detention in a fit of tears because she didn’t mean to!
Kazuichi Souda
He may be a Mechanic but Kazuichi is quite skilled in manyaspects of technology as a whole. He doesn’t just have to work on cars,airplanes, and so on but he is also handy with your everyday laptop as well.
Kazuichi’s sense of humor is fairly peculiar.
He’ll do things for his own amusement even if no one asks him to and if youever dare him to do something, he’ll complete it without a doubt.
One day, he got the bright idea to pull a little prank on Chisa. He knew thattheir class was going to watch a film about the history of Hope’s Peak Academy thatafternoon and decided to have a little fun with it.
Kazuichi got to class earlier than the rest of his peers, whilst Chisa wasrunning errands for Munakata, and rewired her laptop.
His mind was racing with ideas when he finally settled on the perfect video toreplace the film with.
He was able to set it up so that he could control the video with a remotecontrol at his own disposal. Unfortunately, Chisa was in a rather hostile moodthat day and wasn’t feeling like dealing with Kazuichi’s shenanigans.
In the middle of the film, he switched the button and it started playing noneother than the classic Rick Roll, ‘Never Gonna Give You Up.’
His classmates were dead silent for a moment, all wide-eyed and trying toprocess what they were looking at – of course he had to Rick Roll his wholeclass.
Kazuichi couldn’t hold back his amusement, his smile twisting widely andbursting into a fit of loud laughter. Chisa immediately knew that this had tobe his doing.
He got sent to detention for the rest of the day, but if you ask him – it wascompletely worth it.
Peko Pekoyama
Meditating was her go-to form of de-stressing. It’s where shecould be found during most of the day.
As the Ultimate Swordswoman, her sword was never too far from her side. Pekohad locked herself in the quiet room for hours so she could melt away fromreality for a while.
Her peace was disrupted once the doors swung open and her eyes darted over hershoulder.
Peko’s intensely quick reflexes were nearly the death of Hope’s Peak’scustodian, as she launched her sword over her shoulder blindly, not bothering to look and see whowas there, and snipping the ends of the custodian’s hair in the process.
The blade was stuck in the wall, mere inches from their face as their eyeswidened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here!”
Despite being known as the Ultimate Swordswoman, even Peko can’t go aroundtossing swords at people’s faces with no repercussions.
She was sent to the Office immediately where she showed absolutely no remorse.
“They shouldn’t have sneaked up on a meditating trained killer – that’s how youend up with a sword in your neck.”
The adults in the room tried to explain to her why that isn’t socially acceptable,in which Peko calmly responded with, “Do you want to find out why I’m anUltimate?”
Done with her shit, they sent her to detention and she put up a bit of a fight. Peko didn’t understand what the big deal was. She wasn’t trying to violently threaten the staff, that’s just the way they took it!
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu
He’s got a big mouth which is something no one candeny, not even Fuyuhiko himself.
It just comes with the attitude and pressure that the Yakuza has on his plate, and a bit ofa superiority complex as well.
He didn’t fully respect a lot of the adults he was surrounded by which lead toa lot of conflict. Typically speaking, though, the adults understand due to hisbackground and don’t tend to mess with him since he is a Kuzuryuu after all.
They just treated him like a little kid, and he’s not a fuckin’ little kid!
They had a substitute teacher one day who wasn’t completely aware of their talents andbegan to push Fuyuhiko’s buttons. Had she known he was a Yakuza, she wouldn’t have dared touch him with a ten-foot pole.
There were several ways that the situation could’ve been avoided.
But he snapped and stood on his desk, veins protruding from his neck and forehead. “Do you knowwho the fuck I am? I could have your head on my desk by the end of the day!”
Fuyuhiko has a fairly colorful way of speaking as well and he didn’t stopthere. Once the substitute demanded that he got down from the desk, he took itone step further.
“Leave me alone, lady! Or I’ll rip out your small intestine through your mouth,your large intestine out through your ass, and use them as a fuckingjump-rope!”
She stared at the Yakuza in complete shock. Once he finally calmed down andrealized what was said, he broke a sweat and shrugged.
He didn’t care if he got sent to detention, she shouldn’t have been bugging him!
Sonia Nevermind
She’s pretty new to Hope’s Peak and their school system, it’scompletely different than the one in her home country.
With that said, Sonia had never gotten detention before in her life. Even aftertransferring, she was convinced that she couldn’t possibly get detention. The thought never crossed her mind.
Failing to realize that her status as a Princess doesn’t carry as much weighthere, she feels untouchable. Despite that, she’s a fairly well-behaved studentanyway.
Sonia can be a bit bossy, though. When Chisa had to step out to take care ofpersonal matters, she assumed that her leadership-abilities could come in handyand took the responsibility of ‘teaching the class’ which was more likecommanding them to doing as she pleased.
Most of them somewhat listened, although Hiyoko, Peko, and Fuyuhiko weren’tgoing to let her boss them around; meanwhile, Kazuichi happily obliged.
Chisa came back into the classroom to find Sonia lounging out in her chair withboth Kazuichi and Gundham tending to massaging her legs and ankles,competitively as they were each trying to impress the Princess. She had otherstudents bringing her tea and had self-proclaimed herself as the new leader oftheir class.
That’s not something she can just get away with so she had to be put in herplace, sent to detention at the end of the day. Sonia wasn’t going to gowillingly, though.
A bit air-headed, she blinks at Chisa, perplexed. “Youcan’t send me to detention, I am a Princess!” That really didn’t help her caseat all.
Nekomaru Nidai
He takes his talent a bit too seriously, even turningtowards his own friends to try to get them in the best shape possible.
Nekomaru has good motives behind this but he doesn’t necessarily know when tostop.
Jin and the other staff members were taking a relaxing stroll around campuswhen they stumble across the Team Manager huddled over a group of scrawnyReserve Course boys.
“You have to pick it up!” Lightning was emerging from his eyes as he screams atthe boys, coming across as more bossy and threatening than motivating. “You’llnever get to be as strong as I am like that! Come on!”
The adults approach him and put an end to his… motivating ‘group exercise.’ Heinsisted that the boys came to him for help, knowing he was the Ultimate Team Manager.
But the three small boys were now collapsed, passed out from exhaustion on thegrass. They can’t really have their students destroying one another.
Nekomaru may have wanted to help but pushed them entirely too far. As he wastrying to explain himself, his ‘urges’ suddenly came over him and he succumbedto the pressure.
He tells them he had to go, but Jin forces the Ultimate to stay right there.This caused Nekomaru to snap at the older man.
“Move or else! I have to shit!” He basically shoves him out of the way as hesprints for the nearest bathroom. Needless to say, the adults didn’t appreciatehim shoving his own Headmaster to the ground like that, almost injuring the man.
The two situations combined landed Nekomaru in detention for about a week.
Mahiru Koizumi
Mahiru wouldn’t even do anything that bad, she would justget caught in the middle or end up getting blamed for something out of hercontrol.
After all, the last thing she wants to do is jeopardize her placement in Hope’sPeak Academy.
But even she isn’t immune to the pranks from fellow students. Her friendshipwith Sato puts her in danger of being targeted by one of the jealous and immature students in the Reserves Course.
Some of the boys in Sato’s class sneak in fake nude photographs while neitherof the girls are looking. Mahiru leaves and goes about her merry way for therest of the day.
While leaving her class that afternoon, she stumbles over her ankle and dropsher bag onto the floor; her books, camera, and photos come tumbling out withit.
Of course, so do the fake ones that were slipped into her bag.
Chisa is helping her collect her items when she notices the fake photographs.They were ‘depictions’ of not only Mahiru herself but also some of the boys inher class.
“What is the meaning of this?” She holds them up to the freckled-facephotographer’s gaze and Mahiru’s expression twists into a confused and angrylook.
She is stuttering and snatches them from her hand, examining them for herself.“These weren’t here this morning! Y-you have to believe me, this isn’t mine!”
“Is this you?” She questions and Mahiru is bright red, a complete mess.Although she was telling the truth and truly didn’t know where they came from,Chisa wasn’t buying it.
She got sent to the Office with the incriminating photos in hand and ultimatelyfaced detention for the first time in her life.
Teruteru Hanamura
Anyone that knows this boy knows that it’s pretty hard forhim to keep it in his pants. Teruteru is a very flirty and adventures person with very little shame. It’s hard toembarrass him and when it comes to attractive people, especially women, he’sgot little to no filter.
He’d land himself in detention by flirting with the wrong person at the wrongtime.
Teruteru is walking down the hall one morning when he spots a new face, someonehe’s never seen before.
Granted, he should have assumed she was a teacher of some sort based on the wayshe was standing outside her class as students filed in.
But in that moment, he probably didn’t really care. That, or he was too blindedby love to notice.
She looked to be fairly young, and beautiful. Trust me, he would know if he’sseen her before.
Confidently, Teruteru waltzed up to her with a cocky grin plastered on hisface. “Hello, miss, my name is Teruteru Hanamura, Ultimate Cook… but I preferUltimate Chef,” he takes her hand in his and kisses the top, “we can cook upsomething hot between us… if you know what I mean.”
The young woman is a bit uncomfortable and draws her hand back slightly, kindlyasking him to turn away. “But miss, I believe in soulmates and I think you’remaking a big mistake by turning me down.”
She is growing increasingly frustrated and loses her cool, snapping and tellinghim to leave her alone in the kindest way possible.
Obviously, he doesn’t get the hint. “I love a woman who can command me around.”
With that last comment and over-exaggerated wink, she’s had enough, finallyrevealing her Substitute Teacher ID and claiming that she’s turning him in.
Teruteru’s stomach turns as he realizes what he’s done. He loves an olderwoman, but he would never have guessed that she was a teacher!
Hiyoko Saionji
I mean, if she doesn’t get detention for bullying thenthat’s a surprise, it’s not only Mikan but other students as well who face herrelentless torture.
Hiyoko was making a series of off-hand and rather rude comments directedtowards one of the other female students.
Once she was finally approached, she gave the teacher a very sinister look andtold her to leave her alone, or else she’d squish them like a bug.
Her threat was meant to be taken as light banter and simply part of herpersonality but it didn’t really land. Hiyoko was now arguing with the teacherand sent to the Office.
The girl was already in a bad mood and having to talk to the Headmaster wasn’t helping.“So, I hear that you’ve been bullying fellow students?”
“I’m not bullying them if the bitch deserved it!” Hiyoko huffs with her armscrossed defensively over her chest. She’s jutting her jaw and staring at thewall angrily.
Her behavior was certainly not the best and Jin began to scribble somethingdown onto her report. He started to say that she was going to be sent to detention for the day so he could sort out the situation with the otherstudents in question.
In a blind, heated moment, Hiyoko defensively stood. She truly felt like shehadn’t done anything wrong and was even nastier today than normal. So withoutthinking, she wrapped her small hands around the desk lamp and forcefully threwit onto the ground where it shattered.
As the bulb flickered, she exclaimed, “Lighten up!” Her pun didn’t sway Jinover, but instead only made the situation worse as he extended her sentence.
Byakuya Twogami (Imposter)
He’s a bit of a wildcard and an Ultimate for a reason. He’snot really afraid to take someone’s identity if it benefits him in any sort ofway.
There was an upcoming Exam that he simply didn’t feel prepared for at all. But…he’s an Imposter so there could be some solution, right?
He decided to use his talent for his own gain and sneak into the Teacher’sLounge the morning before the Exam to swipe the answers. He knew that Chisacarried around a briefcase with all of her papers in it as well so he just needed to find her and he’s golden.
He steals none other than Kyosuke Munakata’s identity and slips happily intothe forbidden room. He bumps into Chisa on his way, knowing she’ll trust good ol’ Munakata!
“Oh, hello Munakata! How are you?” He fumbles with an excuse, choking out somelazy conversation. He then asks her if he can see her papers momentarily, andshe happily hands them over without second guessing the situation.
His plan was foolproof until the actual Kyosuke Munakata waltzes into theLounge and sees the Imposter sitting beside Chisa on the love-seat. His jaw drops and the Imposter doesn’t even notice the man standing in the doorway at first.
Her eyebrows furrow momentarily as she looks at the two Munakata’s before herand then puts the pieces together. The real one snatches the Imposter by hiscollar and demands that he explains himself.
After his cover got blown, he was sent to detention where to took the Exam witha proctor watching over his shoulder.
Akane Owari
She has a very strange schedule, essentially trainingwhenever she feels like it. This means that Akane often misses class to rampagearound the campus.
She had been pushing herself harder on this morning in particular, climbing the gatesbefore they opened and arriving at Hope’s Peak bright and early on purpose.
If illegal trespassing wasn’t enough, she missed almost an entire day of class. Herteacher found her climbing one of the buildings and insisted that she came downfrom there immediately.
Akane didn’t see the big deal, coming to class wasn’t mandatory for Ultimatesas long as they passed their Exams and she felt fine!
That wasn’t the issue, though: it was breaking into the school to train beforeclass even started that caused issues to arise.
As Akane jumped from the building, one of her buttons came undone.
She made a perfect landing, her legs hadn’t even wobbled despite the heightthat she jumped from. But… she was a bit ‘exposed’ to say the least.
Akane stood before her classmates and teacher, bra and nearly whole chestexposed. She stood there, proudly with a wide grin on her face. “Did ya seethat?!”
Oh, they definitely did.
Once she finally noticed what they were staring at, she didn’t even bother tocover herself. “Oh well, school’s over anyway! Might as well enjoy the view!” Just because she’s in-tune with her sexuality doesn’t mean she’s allowed toflaunt it.
She got sent to a week’s-worth of detention for trespassing and nude exposure, complaining the whole time since it took time away from her training.
- Mod Rantaro
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On big goldfish, and listening to each other
I apologize if the tone of this post is maybe a little more snippy than my usual ones. I’m usually very thoughtful with my words but I’ve had an incredibly rough physical and emotional week and I’m running low on spoons to devote to thinking things through properly. My frustration’s gonna bleed through here but I don’t want anyone to take it personal cause it’s really more me than you.
That said.
Remember that whole trend a while ago of “don’t give advice on animals you haven’t kept or deeply researched?” What ever happened to that? What ever happened to respecting the expertise and hearing out the opinions of people who actually have it in that field vs demanding you’re right because you’ve read some care sheets and seen some photos of worst case scenarios?
My whole life and world has been immersed in goldfish for the last several years. Keeping multiple breeds of both single tail and fancy, reading, researching, joining everything from casual hobbyist groups to those of serious breeders and highly respected names. I’ve moderated, built, and eventually owned my own care forum. I’ve spent hours reading vet manuals and scientific articles, as well as conducting necropsies on every animal I lose to better understand their inner workings and what’s gone wrong. I had the wonderful experience last summer of raising a small batch of someone else’s fry. I’ve experimented with all different kinds of food and filtration and maintenance and decor and enrichment.
I don’t know everything, nobody can. I’m not perfect, nobody is. But I can say with confidence I know a lot about the care and keeping of goldfish overall, and that my information is overall very solid and thought out.
So when someone comes in my inbox and asks my opinion on something goldfish related, my answer comes with all that experience and thought behind it. I often include caveats in my answers when I’m not 100% sure, or if I believe there’s no one-size-fits-all solution. I’m not so bigheaded as to believe that my way is absolutely always right and will work for every situation and every fish. But I answer in earnest and with confidence and reasoning.
But then my posts get immediately doused with comments from people who to the best of my knowledge have little to no experience with the species. The ones who do have experience tend to be polite in their responses, if not a bit misguided, although even then their knowledge tends to bottom out at keeping some orandas in a 40B or having tended a garden pond. Often the other comments are far more cursory and involve varying amounts of dismissal of my opinion entirely, insults, condescension, and most frustratingly, wild misinformation (much of which I’ve only heard echoed back and forth within the microcosm of tumblr, and never from a reputable outside source)
Like I’ve read a fair amount about bettas now both on here and elsewhere just cause they’re such popular fish and I’m a nerd and I’m curious. But I’ve never kept one, and I’m not an expert, and I’d never go be snappy on the advice post of someone who I know has a lot more practical and academic knowledge with them than I do? At the very least I could politely ask a question or voice a dissenting opinion with some of my reasoning, possibly acknowledging the deficits in my experience, but diving straight in with the vitriol just baffles me.
It’s come to my attention people are vagueing about me now and that’s just? So fucking childish and unnecessary. I’m also being accused of having stunted fish based on, among other things, the old eye proportion criteria, but btw that image of the ranchu that circulates as an example? Is heavily photoshopped and not a reliable catchall method to determine stunting.
For those who didn’t believe Zoom is as big as I said, I took this picture today. He’s not the most personable of my fish so he wouldn’t let me get him against a measuring tape but I measured my hand like that at about 4 inches, then pasted those identical bars on him (swear the blue bar is the same I just recolored so it’d stand out, not sure why it looks a little longer than the red). He’s just under 8 inches, nose to peduncle. Maybe even a tad longer cause he always curls a little when I flip him on his side (also why his side looks a little sunken here, he was getting ready to snap back and splash me in the face :P). When measuring goldfish you don’t include fins, by standard. If you wanna tack on the extra inch or so of tail go ahead and call him 9″
I also weighed him, he’s 109 grams which is a tad less than I’d like but I’ve been having issues with one fish in the tank needing a specialized diet so they’ve all been getting a little less protein than usual lately. The fish with the diet issue is probably going to be going back to @finefeatheredfish soon and I can pick up with weekly Worm Nights as usual again. His body condition is still good though rounded from above without being bloated, muscular rather than fatty, with a nice smooth taper head to tail and a bit of a belly. He’s not a very tall fish, but that’s more cause he’s a badly bred feeder fish who doesn’t fit the perfect common genetic standard than anything. Height isn’t about health, that’s a genetic characteristic that some fish just won’t achieve. In fact many tall “humpy” commons are not actually properly tall, but have large fat deposits along the tops of their bodies particularly built up behind the head which are an indicator of poor diet and overfeeding.
In fact if you want, here’s the US hibuna show standard! Take a look!
What about the eye thing? It’s huge compared to his head right? Well here’s a shubunkin posted by Gary Hater, currently one of the most well respected breeders in the US hobby, both for his fish quality and welfare standards. Who incidentally keeps most of his in aquariums and states that they normally reach 6-8″ indoors. This fish was from his “giants” tank, one of which he said was roughly 10 inches. This one in the video looked a little smaller than aforementioned Big Boy so I figure it’s around 8″ or so, like Zoom. and hey, look at that big googly eye! Almost like eye size can vary naturally in healthy goldfish and isn’t necessarily a sign of stunting without other important factors that are often much more subtle and far less textbook!
The last think I want to bring up, is that this whole “goldfish are ALL large” and by extension “NEED to be large” to be “right” worries me for another reason. I’m concerned there’s a mounting pressure that goldfish should be reaching these enormous sizes that they aren’t meant to, in far too short of a time. Many of the fish that do reach these sizes in captivity, yes even the ones in ponds, reach them due to powerfeeding. Intentional or not, these fish are put on high protein, high filler, sometimes high fat diets, and often fed a lot of it. Outdoor fish also gorge themselves on algae, insects, worms, snails, aquatic plants, sometimes other small fish, anything they can get their greedy little mitts on. Then their owner will dump in a large cup of cheap high protein pond conditioning food and they scarf that down too.
For aquarium fish, a nervous newbie keeper may see their young fish isn’t growing to the size they believe it’s supposed to and get a bigger tank, start feeding extra bloodworms, more meaty pellets, maybe turn the heater up a degree or two to boost their metabolism. They balance it out with lots of veggies so they think it’s okay, they just want their fish to be healthy and catch up to where it’s “supposed” to be! This leads to rapid and impressive growth, yes, but it comes with dangerous and potentially deadly consequences.
Some of you may remember Queenie. She was the largest goldfish I’ve ever personally encountered, 10-11 inches and fat fat with it. Her original owner surrendered her to our LFS and @finefeatheredfish immediately bought her with the plan that she’d move into my 150 when it was set up. She was healthy at the time, some kind of long bodied fancy mix and drop dead gorgeous, though she needed to drop some weight for sure. Too young to be that massive and visibly overweight. She was unquestionably a powerfed pond fish.
Cw for euthanasia mention, pet death, graphic descriptions, next 3 paragraphs
But about a month into her QT she began getting sick, infection-like symptoms but antibiotics didn’t do anything. We worked on her another month, did our best to save her. We probably should have euthanized her earlier in hindsight but we wanted so bad to get her through and give her a happy home. She was just so amazing you know? I took her for the last week of her life to try some last ditch treatment, she died about 3 days after this photo was taken.
I did a necropsy on her afterwards. Her vital organs were layered in fat. There was so much of it around her swim bladder that I thought it was another organ at first and got confused. I’m shocked it was still functional. Her liver was unidentifiable mush, suggesting chronic disease, and her gallbladder had simply exploded and spilled bile all over the surrounding tissue. Her body cavity was full of blood and fluid. The cause of death appeared to be the rupture of her gallbladder or liver and the tearing of some important vessel in that area, she bled out internally.
The chronic liver and gallbladder disease were entirely untreatable for home aquarists. What we thought was infectious dropsy was full on liver failure, she couldn’t balance the fluid and electrolytes in her body anymore which caused the swelling. Likely even if we had taken her to the vet there would have been little they could do. You can’t really remove a fish’s inflamed gallbladder, or transplant in a new liver to replace a failing one. Those conditions are linked to obesity in many species, and I have no doubt that Queen’s diet and obesity were the cause of the chronic conditions that lead to her slow death.
She was powerfed because someone wanted a large, impressive fish, and it killed her. She deserved so much better than that.
CW over
Powerfeeding and its results are not always that extreme, and I can go into more on the other risks and issues if anyone is interested, but this is long enough already. I wanted to include Queenie as a cautionary tale, and because I’m still so sad she never got to meet the rest of my little school. She was such a sweetheart.
I have a genuine concern with this normalization of 12-14″+ fish as average, that people are going to start pushing their pets to meet that. Most goldfish are not genetically capable of that growth. I’d go so far as to say most goldfish should not reach that size, at least not in any appreciably quick period of time.
Feed your fish well. Keep their water clean. Give them room to swim. They will grow on their own time, to their own size.
And lastly. I’m open to talking about this stuff, really. I love to learn new things and hear new sides. Just please, be friendly and mature and let’s have a real conversation? We can disagree politely. It doesn’t have to be black and white, mortal enemies, I know fishblr’s environment these days isn’t very conducive to that, and that’s part of why I’d left a few weeks ago. But I’m trying to give it another chance cause this community used to be really welcoming and wonderful. I’d really love for us to be able to step away from all this polarizing distrust and be open and considerate again.
My responses may be spotty because of the terrible week I mentioned at the beginning of this post but I’ll try and check back.
#I think I kept this mostly together and said most of what I want to say#goldfish#fishblr#long post#fishies#zoom#queenie#pet death mention
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I’ve been pretty sick lately so I’ve been following some of this Brian Barzljslfhjdkdfhf and I just have Some Opinions as someone who works at a place with a lot of snakes.
Warning: kind of scrambled thoughts here. I usually try to lay things out and proofread while I’m ranting but I’m practically dying here so I won’t. I also do not, never have and never will watch this dude on the regular. Only with ad block to look at videos people have pointed out.
At my place we have three retics, the largest is 18 feet. Comparing them to the ones he has.. it’s shocking. I’ve never seen any of them with their mouths open unless it was feeding time, they’ve never rubbed their faces raw like that, and they’re all sweethearts that don’t act like the ones in those biting videos?? And if they are grumpy, we leave them alone. Reggie, our 11-ft retic, is actually my favorite snake because he’s such a good boy. Not to say some days he doesnt give me an attitude though. And it’s up to me as someone who works with him to respect when he’s not in the mood.
Which brings me to my next point, wtf are all these “omg i got bitten” videos? Who watches this crap? Are people really that interested in seeing other people get fucked up? That’s also a great, a fantastic way to keep people afraid of snakes. This guy boasts as someone who gets people into reptiles but what about keeping people out of it by showing them this glorified, bloody crap? Definitely not saying getting bit shouldnt be discussed as a reality of the hobby, but holy moly i can’t comprehend how this helps people get over their fear of snakes.
I also think he’s a huge fucking idiot for not even trying to hide all these issues. I mean on one hand I’m glad he’s making it really obvious for us to see that he’s not a good breeder to buy from. But coming from a place where we rescue sick animals: we aren’t allowed to show them even though it’s not our fault. We aren’t allowed to post pictures of enclosures with poop in them even if they’re right about to be cleaned up. There’s so many things this guy can do to prevent this “cyber bullying” even on a superficial level like simply cleaning the enclosures right before turning on the camera, avoiding having sick animals on camera, etc etc. He’s simply not smart for not even pretending to be careful.
Again leads into my next talking point about the fucking ouroboros video: holy shit you are literally posting about an animal thats so stressed out it’s eating itself. First of all, fuck you for bringing it to that point. Second, fuck you for trying to make it as some cool mysterious thing that needs to be shared on instagram. If it was a bird plucking out all its feathers are we going to share it and talk about how cool and weird it is on social media? Fuck no, that’s horrible and also Really Not Smart to do if it comes from your place of business. You’re literally advertising how badly you treat your animals, buddy.
I’ll leave this as my last talking point (but certainly not the last of the problems I have with this guy) is how he has the gall to use terms like “cyberbullying” and “hate speech”. Those are real fucking problems people have and just cause you’re crying cause someone said you treat your animals badly doesn’t mean those things are happening to you. Can people say fucked up shit? Totally, and I don’t condone that. But the majority of the things being discussed among the “”””haters”””” are things like...take better fucking care of your animals. Maybe “cyberbullying” can be loosely used to describe this stuff, but please PLEASE stop using the term “hate speech”
Hate speech is speech which attacks a person or group on the basis of attributes such as race, religion, ethnic origin, sexual orientation, disability, or gender.
YOU’RE A WHITE DUDE WHO ISN’T EVEN BEING ATTACKED FOR BEING A WHITE DUDE JUST STOP SAYING THAT GUUUHHHHLDFSGKLDSFJHLGS
Anyways thank you for reading this incoherent rant. I’ll return to the Cute Animals Not Opinions when I can drag my ass back into work.
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I would like to speak here about my Evie.
In 2014, my great-grandmother, who had raised me my entire life, had a fall in the home. I transitioned into 24/7 caretaker, despite being in college at the time, and we had home-health nurses visiting every couple of days. Eventually, a case of pneumonia landed her in a prolonged hospital stay, where it eventually took its toll on her and she passed.
My great-grandfather had died in a similar fashion a few years beforehand. So both of the people who had raised me were now gone.
In that year, I lost the woman who had been like a mother to me, and the childhood home where I'd grown up, the only place I'd ever lived. College funds transitioned into get-a-home funds, and school got put on hold for a full-time job. I bought a house and became a home owner at 23.
But grief led to some heavy depression, that I still battle off and on to this day, three years later.
In November of 2014, I decided to take a trip to the Lexington Humane Society; I had a dream about puppies, I just wanted to play with dogs. See, I'd had a poorly bred miniature Australian Shepherd named Arcane who had been raised by the influences of my family; he was aggressive, had bitten me and drawn blood a couple times, and he was getting grumpier in his old age. I had wanted a dog that I trained, that had my sole influence, something I could do now that I was on my own.
But I told myself... not until after Christmas.
Then November, I stepped into that shelter. I saw a ball of skinny brindle bones in the corner of a kennel. Delicate, soft, sad eyes. A quiet little beastie; she never barked, never made a sound. Her kennel mate was growling and barking up a storm at us, a fussy creature named Eve, but the tiny little bully girl in the corner, named Bella at the time, never made a sound.
Something about her stuck out at me, and I couldn't get her off of my mind. I had a meet-and-greet with "Bella" where her true personality shone, the timid, nervous waves melting off of her to reveal wagging tails, gentle puppy nibbles, and many kisses.
A few days after meeting "Bella", I was adopting her. To me, she became Evelyn, or Evie, after the character from The Mummy. I was told a few things that her owner said when she was surrendered at 9 months old: "a lot of energy, she loves socks".
"Pit bull" type dogs have three restrictions upon them at this shelter, no doubt due to the stigma of the breed, but I do agree that they're not for everyone. Evie is no more American Pit Bull Terrier than a dachshund is a corgi. But she's a blocky-headed bull breed of some sort, which is enough to condemn. We don't know her history, so all we can do is guess.
In 2014, Evie was the best thing that could have happened to me. A saviour I hadn't realized I needed; the balm on wounds of grief; the best anti-depressant a girl could have.
She had her issues; all dogs do. Things that made me think... I'd jumped the gun, I'd made this decision too rashly, I got a dog too soon. I wasn't ready for re-potty training a 10 month old dog, I wasn't ready to worry about resource guarding and crate-training, things I should have been prepared for. Live and learn.
She was never anything other than extremely pleasant to any new person she met, however. And the issues grew thinner and thinner as we grew together, learned each other, and formed a life and a bond together.
She adjusted to life with cats flawlessly; our giant maine coon mix runs this house and she knows it. This year, with the influx of foster kittens, she was never anything more than motherly and careful. No animal in this house is around small children or baby animals unsupervised. But Evie has never given us a reason to not trust her. She is the most tolerant creature of baby animals that I have ever met in my entire life.
We learned quickly how amazingly receptive to training she was. I have a dog that knows countless tricks. I learned how different a dog could be trained with positive reinforcement, and how fulfilling the sessions could be for both of us. Evie was the first dog I ever trained to loose-leash walk successfully, the first dog to ever grasp things like "Bang!" and "Sit Pretty", she has a play-drive and an incredible desire to please.
She is not everyone's perfect dog, but she is my perfect dog.
I know it wasn't me. Mostly it was her. I'm still learning, Evie was my first dog "on my own", and she made it easy. We have our issues; a few negative experiences with other dogs and she's not partial to meeting new friends on the leash anymore. But we manage that. She's not reactive, and never barks at strangers or new dogs. She simply likes to introduce herself in a manner where she doesn't feel trapped and cornered. She has never shown any signs of animal aggression outside of feeling defensive around some new dogs. Puppies and small dogs are always welcome friends to her! She lives with 6 cats, and they've chased her more than she's ever chased them.
Unless you are a car door slamming at 5AM, a school bus, or thunder, you have nothing to fear from Evie.
One of my favorite memories of her interacting with strangers was at the UK Arboretum. This was within a year of adopting her, we take her on adventures often for photo sessions and just to get her exercise in, because she'd be a couch potato if we let her. A family was passing by with their toddler-aged daughter. The child immediately latched onto Evie and squealed and was instantly smitten with her. Evie greets every human being in the same manner: she rolls over, exposes her belly for some good belly rubs, and then will crawl closer. She stays low as if to say "I'm not scary!" She got acquainted with this toddler and the family was so enamored by how gentle and well-behaved she was. For a while, this little girl was just standing with both of her hands braced on Evie's bum, holding herself up, while Evie just stood there, thrilled as could be to be the girl's center of attention, and when they finally went their own way, breaking the two up was quite a task!
People avoid her sometimes. That's fine. But there's never been anyone she hasn't wanted to meet.
But my favorite time spent with her is nights snuggling on the couch. She lays next to me, tucked into a blanket, and dozes while we binge the newest Netflix series. The moments of quiet peace, where the world is still, and I just feel content. She'd run for days if I was running with her, but as long as I'm down for the count? She's happy to rest as well.
We brought Astaroth home from an Australian Shepherd breeder last year to be her constant playmate. He adores her and trusts her judgment, enjoys stealing toys from her, and even smacks her with said toys to antagonize her to chase him. Many a times she has fallen asleep to him chewing on her ears until they are drenched with drool, ever since puppyhood. He was the perfect balance of chaos and mischief to our family. The two have never had a scuffle. Ever.
This dog who is so perspective to others' anxiety, and has helped my friends through multiple panic attacks by being with them through them, who put smiles on my face and joy in my heart during a time where I had lost so much and felt so lost. She made me love dogs again; I learned to remember how astonishing the partnership could be. She's a powerful dog without knowing it, and no, not everyone should expect to manage such a muscle beast; she's bruised me in play accidentally because she doesn't know her own strength, but if I was too afraid to get a scratch or bruise here and there, I wouldn't keep pets at all. Dogs are domesticated carnivores and we should regard them as such, with respect, so no, I'm not going to tell you she's a pure, gentle angel made of cotton-candy and clouds. She's muscle, rambunctious energy and power, and she's got a mouthful of teeth that sometimes miss the toy and get your fingers. But that would be true of any dog.
This dog came into my life at a time where I desperately needed her, and she's started a journey with me that means the world to me and is close to my heart. People can hate her due to her aesthetics if they like, because of her blocky head and short, brindle coat; I don't fucking like shih-tzus and the like. But you make this personal and all bets are off; I don't care how anyone else feels about my dog, whether they think she's ugly or what, but I trust and believe in her a hell of a lot more than I do some insignificant stranger on the internet. Evie's been in my life almost three years now; her third anniversary is approaching and will be shortly followed by her fourth birthday. I haven't changed my mind about her yet, I highly doubt I'm going to.
And sometimes I wonder if I'd still be here if it weren't for her.
She is the soldier combating my inner demons daily, just by being present, grounding me and giving me something to be responsible for. She gets me out of the house on days I feel like withering away in bed. She lays with me when I'm feeling melancholy. She makes me smile when her and her brother have silly shenanigans in the living room. And she makes my heart swell with the look of those starlit eyes of hers.
My dog is better than anonymous hateful, nasty people will ever be. And I owe my life and my passion and my drive to her.
Her love is more important to me than your approval.
P.S. - the Aussie would hate you. See, he takes guidance from his big sister of what sort of people he should trust. He's been smitten with her since he was 8 weeks old. Astaroth is a lot less trusting of strangers than pure, kind-hearted Evie. So if you're gonna hate one of my dogs, go ahead and save some time and hate them both.
Something I wrote and published today on my photography FB page about Evie, in light of strangers on the internet harassing me and attacking her and Astaroth.
#dogs#dogblr#photography#handsomedogs#animals#dog photography#pets#mutt#mixed breed#bully breed#Evie the bully breed mutt#blogging about Evelyn#my pets#my photos#Evie#Evelyn#Nikon D810#shelter dog#brindle#petblr#long post
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pt1:I don't mean to sound accusatory, but honestly a "recent heritage" label is more appropriate for Orion than LC. No one would even guess he was a WD by looking at him unless you showcase his crossover traits and Embark results. At 22%, with his FGen and lack of recognizable traits that can't be explained by crossover, the wolfdog label is a bit misleading for anyone that isn't people in the WDC that know you specifically.
pt2: You’re always posting photos of him and his littermates all over groups for people to “guess the content”, but you can tell you’re just looking for validation that your dog looks wolfy enough for you to feel stable in your identity in the WDC. If he came into rescue or someone who wasn’t in the WDC posted pics of him, everyone in the WDC would be all over it saying that he was a misrepresented huskyX. No one would ever guess content just seeing him walk down the street. Recent heritage?
pt3. The big reason why I say recent heritage is more appropriate is because we are constantly seeing no content “wolfalikes” that are more convincing and have more wolfy traits than your animal with verified lineage. Again, don’t take this personally.
i used to really like you but i lost a lot of respect for you when you dumped freya in favour of naida. you had freya first and she had bonded with orion and you, and the minute naida came along and freya didn’t get along with her, you dumped freya because naida is a “rare breed” who is more valuable to you because you want to breed. the only reason freya would show any aggression towards orion at that time was because you’d fucked up her routine when you brought in another female she disliked.
you were willing to do anything to make it work with naida. you were willing to dump your existing dog for her. you tried to convince yourself freya was “cracking” when she showed aggression toward orion even though she had been fine all along and was showing a natural response to being stressed about you bringing another dog she doesn’t like in her territory. your you had to choose your dog or a new one but naida was “cooler”. you liked the identity of “having a WSL” over having a “husky mix”.
Hi there! Since you clearly know me and have other means to contact me, I have to wonder, what is your goal with messaging me anonymously on Tumblr? You must know by now that I am happy to discuss things to get (or share) the full story via PM or in a phone call, so I can only try to assume your intentions here. But, I’m going to give the benefit of doubt, and assume that you *aren’t* just trying to make drama.
To start with, an animal that is 24.4% wolf is not, by any definition or content scale, a dog with recent heritage. A low content is mostly dog–many, many, *many* low contents can pass as a dog to the average person, which is why we preach not to phenotype a low content from photos without info on the parents and lineage, and if it’s the only option, to ensure that there are many photos showcasing all possible traits. Orion has been phenotyped by many, many people, both hands on and via photos, as a low content, which matches up with his lineage and what his Embark DNA test came back as, so he is a low content :)
I post photos of him and his siblings in groups to bring attention to this issue and educate, not for validation–note, my posts are usually after someone else’s post where they are trying to phenotype a possible low content from one shitty picture, so I use Orion as an example of why low can’t be ruled out from that.
He looks doggier than many “Wolf-a-likes”? You mean the animals sold by the breeders as no content, who actually have as much as 35% wolf in them, such as ANCD, Tamaskan, Utonagan, Northern Inuit Dogs, Native American Indian Dogs, and so forth? Yes, he certainly does look doggier than many wolf-a-likes!
As for Freya, if you think you know more about the situation than myself, who witnessed Freya’s dog aggression, the behaviorist I hired to assess what was happening and try to make it work, and her breeder who had experienced similar behavior to a lesser intensity in her dam, then by all means, make your judgement. She wasn’t dumped, I spent weeks searching for the perfect home, I have a contract with her new owner that she will come back to me if it ever doesn’t work out. I kept Naida because she wasn’t the one attacking my other dog, not because she was ‘valuable’. If you are someone who judges a person for placing an animal in a home that is better suited to them, then I don’t want your respect. Unfollow me and if you’re someone on my friend’s list, please remove yourself.
My identity is not based off of the dogs I own. Even if Orion was a purebred husky, I would be part of the wolfdog community because of my involvement in pulling, fostering, and working with wolfdogs in need (99% of which I don’t share on here or on FB, because of privacy reasons). Maybe next time, talk to the people involved in a situation, find out what all they did to try and make things work, and put in a little effort to actually know the full story before sending anon messages. And if you can’t say something to someone’s face and take responsibility for your words, then maybe you should reconsider sending them in the first place.
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Roll the dice! A saying, of course, known from gambling, but also superstition. Superstition can be fun, if used harmlessly. This winter, after my mom was diagnosed with late stage cancer, I took comfort in anything that I could, including a silly novelty, a lucky rock. I throw it down each day for shits and gigs, and also use it to meditate. If I roll it or balance it between two fingers it works as a distraction against my anxiety.
But while rolling the dice is meaningless, we can use that saying for what life does... it rolls the dice on us. Everyone is different, and there are so many random occurrences, the planet is an endless enigma. We live, breed, and die.
But not all of us breed. A childless man may go somewhat unnoticed, but a childless woman is stigmatized heavily, and at random. It is society's way: even in a largely liberal word, instinct takes over. "The norm." I've been targeted randomly by trolls: https://ellaintrigue.tumblr.com/…/so-many-trolls-on-meetme-… I've been shamed in the dating scene, I've been regarded as a freak by my fellow women. One guy told me I would never be happy unless I gave birth because that is what women are supposed to do.
But I never wanted to. I decided that at 16, and came out about it at 22, telling my parents I never wanted children. They were hurt, but I can't sacrifice myself for others. And people have said, "but your parents sacrificed themselves for you." Yes, my parents have given me everything. They wanted to. And I would give them everything. But I do not want to sacrifice my health, sanity, and life for an unwanted child.
I have simply never wanted children, and now as my health issues further descend upon me it is unquestionable that physically having one would be unideal. But I rarely bring that factor up because my disinterest and emotional choice to not have a child in the reigning point here.
I could PROBABLY hold a pregnancy. It would probably be an underweight kid, and no doubt inherit some of my health issues, including mental, just like with my dad and grandmother. It would probably cry a lot from having fetal alcohol syndrome but I could put it in another part of the house, right? I really never liked babies so maybe it could spend most of the time with its grandparents. I could probably get mad welfare using it and work less. The father could even move with me and feed it and stuff because I have very little patience and get annoyed having pets at this point. I have a compromised immune and fucking hate shit, scooping litter is my limit. So the baby daddy could wipe its butt and stuff, comfort it, feed it, deal with it. I also hate the way babies smell, they have that weird smell to them. And their skin feels disgusting.
Society wants me to do that. Society wants women to conform and breed, whether they are fit for it or not, because women are still not regarded as equals. Yet society shits when a mother kills her child. Of course that's a sick woman. But maybe, we should raise young girls to be aware of all of their options: careers, college, and anything that strikes their interest. Not that women shouldn't stay home and have babies, but because not all women are meant to be mothers. People tell me the world would go extinct if people thought like me... but there is no shortage of people. People will always breed, and I am okay with that. But I don't want to. I don't want to harvest an alcohol baby with bad genes because society and pro-lifers tell me too.
I clicked The View off yesterday when it came on TV because I hate talk shows, but before I did, the woman on the screen pointed out that pro-lifers protest abortion but when unwanted children are born, they want funding and welfare stopped. That is so true. Someone said to me a lot of babies up for adoption are African American or have drugs in their system, etc. So, why don't all of these white conservative pro-lifers adopt them? I said that to someone and they got angry with me and called me racist.
No. We are all equal in the eyes of God. Black, white, male, female, etc. How am I being racist in thinking that a good stable pair of white pro-life Christian conservatives should adopt a black baby and give him/her a good life with opportunities?
I have said this theory to several conservative men and they absolutely lost their shit on me, but couldn't argue back with any real logic. I suppose I am a huge bitch but it all started when they said they were family-oriented and pro-life and I said why abortions are needed, and that existing kids should be adopted. One dude told me to fry in hell.
I have to confess something: I used to always say I didn't want kids because I hated them. Because people demanded to know why I didn't want kids, from bosses when I worked years in retail, to dating prospects, to random fucking family friends, and even store customers. Strangers in public have asked if I had kids and then asked why not. One woman said to me "when you have kids" and when I said "I don't want kids" she became completely offended.
So, as a defense mech, I snarled at people that I hated kids to get them off my back. And that is wrong, I don't hate anyone. But I was being victimized by breeder bullies that could not accept that a woman could be more than a childbirth machine.
Mom posted a blog the other day venting about everyone bragging about their grandchildren, in part because my cousin had another baby this week. Mom wanted grandkids and is sad she won't get them but it was a harmless rant that did not shame me in any way. And her friends replied, saying she simply didn't understand the joy. These coldhearted, close-minded seniors never considered my mother couldn't have grandkids. One of them posted, "Have to tell you guys, you don’t get it until it happens to you. There is something deeply fulfilling in seeing your Children’s children. It’s almost a form of immortality, if you will. My Granddaughter fills me with love and pride and my Grandson who died of cancer at age 10 months will forever be a part of me. Raising children is hard. Having Grandkids almost seems like a reward!"
The point of mom's blog was that simply breeding was not reason for celebration because anyone can do it, even animals. But of course her point was deeply lost in the comments of white rural conservatives, whose only accomplishment in life was, well, having a shitton of kids and grandkids. Laughable.
And you know, there is no plight here on my part. I am comfortable with my choice, and there is no jealousy or urge for children. As I mentioned before, I am very comfortable with my liberal cousins because they would never question my choices and respect all women. I was excited to see my distant cousin's new baby and her other little girl is fucking precious, she should be a model. Those cheeks, omg. Then my first cousin, who I talk to regularly has two well-raised kids I have not met yet but would like to. They are clearly smart and creative and I want to know all of my relatives! There is no hate in my heart for children, and no jealousy over any of the other families of those I know.
If only we could all just co-exist as individuals instead of deeply judging the personal reproductive choices of others. I largely overlook huge religious families and the like, many of which who do not believe in birth control. But when people try to normalize reproduction to the point where anyone without children is judged then that is where I speak up.
...And to think of all the women/couples that want children and cannot have them, and the cold disregard for them in all of this hysteria... that really lets you know that we are all just animals... fucking, breeding, and mindless to anything but ourselves...
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please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving.
there are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
ARABELLA FIGG is AN ORDER MEMBER in the war, even though HER official job is as AN EMPLOYEE AT THE MAGICAL MENAGERY. the THIRTY year old SQUIB is known to be STEADFAST and ADAPTABLE but also PARANOID and EMOTIONALLY REPRESSED. some might label them as THE CAT LADY.
hello meet arabella little tiny bitter bean who loves cats a bit too much. imma dive into Background stuff first.
youth !
the figgs are an irish pureblood family, an old one, one of pride and ambition and neutrality in any kind of confrontation. they don’t meddle in purist movements, but don’t act out against them either. they live in the country, hundreds of kilometers away from london and the ministry, nicely removed from any turbulence occurring in the world. they’re passive, truly, prefer to revel in their privilege and money rather than do much of anything.
arabella is the first to come out of a union of a shafiq and a figg. after five years, two more kids follow, and she’s branded oldest: most responsible, the one to follow, the one to lead the way and be the example. and this she does, most of the time, but not when it comes to the most important thing: magic. her younger siblings show signs much earlier, accidental magic brightening their futures and those of her parents with pride. they think that she’s just a late bloomer, but she’s not --- her eleventh birthday passes and no letter arrives and the truth that most of them knew already dawns on them.
arabella figg, oldest of three, daughter of two respected purebloods, is a squib. they don’t know what to do at first; this is not what they want, this is not something that fits in their lives. they are disappointed, turn the blame on their daughter ( as if she can help it! ), and treat her differently, like a freak, an elephant in every room.
eventually, with some questionable spellwork to get her in, arabella is dropped at a prestigious muggle boarding school. she’s behind, there, on many things --- she’s good at english, as she was thought that by tutors, but all the history she learned was magical and she barely knows how to do the easiest of sums. she’s just thought stupid as well as lazy, and arabella just feels anger --- she doesn’t want to be in that place, where the kids are all from a different world than hers, where so much of her knowledge cannot be applied. she works hard, though, even if she hates the place and its stuffy dorms and the snooty kids. she doesn’t like failure, after all, nor does she want to be kicked off for failing too many classes.
her moments back at home are awkward at first, but grow more nasty over time --- her parents’ embarrassment grows into something more nasty; disgust and despise. she’s met with snide and is treated as less, because while the figgs are not the most actively pureblood family, they ARE traditional. a squib doesn’t fit in their lives, and they make that very clear, without ever saying the words exactly.
she breaks ties with them after a very nasty christmas dinner, where glasses and hexes flew and words were shouted and tears were shed. she fled, to a friend without a drop of magical blood in their blood, and stays there for the rest of christmas break. her last year at boarding school is spent working harder than ever, her ambition having grown out of nothing but spite and the desire to succeed. she gets accepted at a good university and is granted a scholarship to keep herself alive and works her ass off. she studies english lit, because books have become companions to her in a time where she neither fit in among her peers and her parents. she gets a bachelor!! onto the next bit!!
adult lyf !
she starts working for a master’s but drops out. why? war. WAR!!!! yay! war! she has more important shit to do than read and analyse books and god!! she just!! she walks in the squib rights marches and is reminded of all the anger she holds towards her parents, towards the shit attitude of so many purebloods. and somehow ends up getting an invite for the order from mr dumbles himself. she had corresponded with him years ago, wondering if she could follow some classes (she could not) and calling him some nasty word years later (self control? whomst? she was angry ok!!). she accepted and tried doing uni and order at the same time, but it just didn’t work (the traveling was killer tbh lmao, she CANT DISAPPARATE ITS TRAGIC) and so she Dropped uni bc priorities, but she had her bachelor so??? and so she moved to london and threw herself into the wizarding world again after having turned her back for a good five years.
started working at the magical menagerie bc she loves animals and cats!! moved to london (muggle london, tho, bc like ... it’s scary living in diagon alley nowadays esp as a squib). also started doing some freelance text writing stuff for shops around diagon alley who needed pr (her dad worked in pr too so she Knows the ways). just. made her life a little there.
like??? seven yrs have passed since then and she’s been doing her thing in diagon alley and london and man. the War has had its impact. being part of the muggle world allowed her to take distance from all the risks, but being in it again is reminding her of all the Shit people like her get.
paranoia tw // anyway. those years took its toll. arabella doesnt regret joining the order, not at all --- it gives her purpose, allows her to know more about what’s going on, gives her a channel to throw her anger into BUT. BUT. she’s grown paranoid. she thinks people follow her when they take the same routes, sees danger in corners where there is none and is overly wary, having asked people to put wards on her place, moving through the world too quickly, always in a hurry to get from one save place to another. it’s gone undiagnosed but she has paranoid personality disorder. end of tw //
personality & rambling !
okay wtf this is my first time playing this one and lsfklhdf that got LONG!!!
anyway arabella is ?? a smart cookie tbh, she’s got Intensely Good language/literacy skills. also? knows a lot abt cats. canonically becomes a kneazle/cat breeder. just!! intelligent.
super ambitious and would have been a slytherin but there are complications (read: war) which have kept her from following them + the whole ppd business is also a Thing. could’ve gotten a masters but ya know. the order called!
suppresses her anger like a Pro. has a Lot of it, re: her parents, the world, etc. just. god. she’s gonna explode one day but she’s just doing her repressive Thing rn.
makes good chocolate cake + is v dependable as a person. as an order member, she does a lot of Supportive shit, when necessary (she may be Repressing her own shit but she can LISTEN), is good at adapting to any situation and is kind of flying in between doing little jobs and doing stuff in the muggle world.
can adapt to many situations?? it’s?? really
loves her cats. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a lot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
likes red wine.
rolls her eyes sometimes and can come off as a bit of an asshole but she doesnt mean to, she’s just Chronically Done with the world around her. v brave, v scared.
when people fuck up easy shit she will get angry.
idk i dont have her figured out Too Much yet but i love her.
#( my heart is soft; my past is rough. )#maraudrshq:intro#this got rly long tbh the last section is ?? easy if u dont want to read it all
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Every single time I hear a transactivist or MTT person call us 'cis' or 'cis privileged' as a woman I am going to assume that they think the following experiences of being a woman privilege us:
The number one greatest industry in the world is the buying, selling and trafficking of women and girls for sex trade.
Every year, millions of little girls and babies have their genitals mutilated, stretched and cut for the benefit of men.
Girls who have been raped by men all over the world are encourage to marry their rapist instead of press charges against them.
If you are a woman, you are instantly to blame for any sexual violence or domestic violence you ever experienced either by characterological blame or situational blame.
Millions of girls each year are victims of forced marriages to older adult men.
Women still don't earn as much as men in the same jobs as them.
Women are expected to look and act a very specific way else be cast out in every sense of that phrase.
Women are objectified and dehumanised through porn which is ALWAYS filmed from the perspective of the man and has been filmed by men for men ever since filming began.
Women are still minorities in STEM jobs and academic positions.
Women are still minorities in boardrooms and in government parties.
One of the most lucrative medical industries in the world is the cosmetic surgery of women to look more like fucking porn stars (boob jobs, vaginoplasty).
Research into medicine and health has always been done on men and male animals and has never before actually been tested on female species or female humans - so all medical research findings are assumed to be the same for women despite us being completely different biologically.
When medical research actually included women, it has exploited the bodies of women of color. Examples include James Marion Sims who used slaves as guinea pigs, unnecessary hysterectomies done on poor black and Puerto Rican women to give doctors in training a chance to practice their skills, The Tuskgee Syphilis Experiment, and the Henrietta Lacks story.
Women have been historically sectioned and locked up in asylums and mental health centres for showing emotions or for stepping out of their gender roles.
Women are still being oppressed all over the world by their cultures and their religions which are a tool for a patriarchy.
Women have to battle the 'Oh she's just a stay at home mum, nothing to add to society' bullshit versus the 'oh she works all the time so she's a bad mum' bullshit.
Women who work are constantly being shown as taking on significantly more home duties than male partners despite also working full time - they are still doing all domestic duties too.
Women in serious pain in a hospital are significantly less likely to receive adequate pain relief or the right care because gender roles taught doctors and nurses that women are more emotional and sensitive to pain so are probably exaggerating symptoms.
Women are the ones saying to each other 'let me know you get home safe' or 'text me when you get in' - MEN are not doing that with each other because they don't have to think about personal safety.
Black women in slavery were used, raped, trafficked, beaten and repeatedly impregnated and used as 'breeders' for slave owners.
Chinese women for hundreds of years have been encouraged to wrap their feet to make them as small as possible for the pleasure of men (specifically a male emperor).
Women who do not conform to gender roles are seen as deviant and deserving of harm in all societies.
In China, over 200 million baby girls were killed as newborns or in infanticide/female abortion because they were not BOYS under the 1 child policy.
In Africa and all across the world now, girls are being abused by breast ironing which is the use of hot rocks to pound, massage or beat the breast tissue of prepubescent girls to stop the growth of breasts for a number of extremely misogynistic reasons (shame on the family, to prevent them being raped, to prevent men getting them pregnant too young).
Women are shamed for their menstruation in all cultures, all countries and all religions - periods are seen as nasty and gross despite being the only thing keeping the human race reproducing.
Women have not been equal members of society (and still aren't in many respects) for the ENTIRE HISTORY OF HUMANITY.
We haven't chosen to be women.
We haven't chosen to be discriminated against and oppressed our entire lives.
We want liberation from gender roles and patriarchy.
You decide you feel like a woman, demand that everyone colludes with you, claims to be the ultimate oppressed class, won't use ANY male facilities and force your way into female only spaces and then claim it's women who are the problem.
You make up a fucking term to elevate the privilege of women so that you can Trojan horse feminism and womanhood.
Let's be clear here, there is no fucking way that women could ever infiltrate men's circles and spaces and cultures and movements the way men are currently doing under the banner of 'transactivism'.
Second, look at the way transmen are treated and look at their communication styles versus transwomen. Transmen are not the ones threatening to make us suck their dick on twitter. Transmen are not launching campaigns about wanting to be able to access male facilities. Transmen aren't aggressively trolling men and forcing men to change all of their language and discourse and biological facts.
You know why?
Cos they were socialized as women using all the oppressions above - and they would never have the class power to force men to accept them in the way transwomen are currently forcing women to accept them.
J (a forensic psychology researcher)
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Every single time I hear a transactivist or MTT person call us ‘cis’ or ‘cis privileged’ as a woman I am going to assume that they think the following experiences of being a woman privilege us: The number one greatest industry in the world is the buying, selling and trafficking of women and girls for sex trade. Every year, millions of little girls and babies have their genitals mutilated, stretched and cut for the benefit of men. Girls who have been raped by men all over the world are encourage to marry their rapist instead of press charges against them. If you are a woman, you are instantly to blame for any sexual violence or domestic violence you ever experienced either by characterological blame or situational blame.
Millions of girls each year are victims of forced marriages to older adult men. Women still don’t earn as much as men in the same jobs as them. Women are expected to look and act a very specific way else be cast out in every sense of that phrase. Women are objectified and dehumanised through porn which is ALWAYS filmed from the perspective of the man and has been filmed by men for men ever since filming began. Women are still minorities in STEM jobs and academic positions. Women are still minorities in boardrooms and in government parties. One of the most lucrative medical industries in the world is the cosmetic surgery of women to look more like fucking porn stars (boob jobs, vaginoplasty).
Research into medicine and health has always been done on men and male animals and has never before actually been tested on female species or female humans – so all medical research findings are assumed to be the same for women despite us being completely different biologically. When medical research actually included women, it has exploited the bodies of women of color. Examples include James Marion Sims who used slaves as guinea pigs, unnecessary hysterectomies done on poor black and Puerto Rican women to give doctors in training a chance to practice their skills, The Tuskgee Syphilis Experiment, and the Henrietta Lacks story. Women have been historically sectioned and locked up in asylums and mental health centres for showing emotions or for stepping out of their gender roles.
Women are still being oppressed all over the world by their cultures and their religions which are a tool for a patriarchy. Women have to battle the ‘Oh she’s just a stay at home mum, nothing to add to society’ bullshit versus the ‘oh she works all the time so she’s a bad mum’ bullshit. Women who work are constantly being shown as taking on significantly more home duties than male partners despite also working full time – they are still doing all domestic duties too. Women in serious pain in a hospital are significantly less likely to receive adequate pain relief or the right care because gender roles taught doctors and nurses that women are more emotional and sensitive to pain so are probably exaggerating symptoms. Women are the ones saying to each other ‘let me know you get home safe’ or ‘text me when you get in’ – MEN are not doing that with each other because they don’t have to think about personal safety. Black women in slavery were used, raped, trafficked, beaten and repeatedly impregnated and used as ‘breeders’ for slave owners. Chinese women for hundreds of years have been encouraged to wrap their feet to make them as small as possible for the pleasure of men (specifically a male emperor). Women who do not conform to gender roles are seen as deviant and deserving of harm in all societies. In China, over 200 million baby girls were killed as newborns or in infanticide/female abortion because they were not BOYS under the 1 child policy. In Africa and all across the world now, girls are being abused by breast ironing which is the use of hot rocks to pound, massage or beat the breast tissue of prepubescent girls to stop the growth of breasts for a number of extremely misogynistic reasons (shame on the family, to prevent them being raped, to prevent men getting them pregnant too young). Women are shamed for their menstruation in all cultures, all countries and all religions – periods are seen as nasty and gross despite being the only thing keeping the human race reproducing. Women have not been equal members of society (and still aren’t in many respects) for the ENTIRE HISTORY OF HUMANITY. We haven’t chosen to be women.
We haven’t chosen to be discriminated against and oppressed our entire lives.
We want liberation from gender roles and patriarchy. You decide you feel like a woman, demand that everyone colludes with you, claims to be the ultimate oppressed class, won’t use ANY male facilities and force your way into female only spaces and then claim it’s women who are the problem. You make up a fucking term to elevate the privilege of women so that you can Trojan horse feminism and womanhood. Let’s be clear here, there is no fucking way that women could ever infiltrate men’s circles and spaces and cultures and movements the way men are currently doing under the banner of ‘transactivism’. Second, look at the way transmen are treated and look at their communication styles versus transwomen. Transmen are not the ones threatening to make us suck their dick on twitter. Transmen are not launching campaigns about wanting to be able to access male facilities. Transmen aren’t aggressively trolling men and forcing men to change all of their language and discourse and biological facts. You know why? Cos they were socialized as women using all the oppressions above – and they would never have the class power to force men to accept them in the way transwomen are currently forcing women to accept them.
#👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻#cis privilege#sex based oppression#regressive left#radical feminism#trans activism#trans misogyny#regressive progressives#once we were feminists#sex not gender
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