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honeycombhank · 2 months

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3/25/24

I feel like I was this close to losing Tobias tonight..

I feel an immense amount of guilt.

I have kept mama Moony’s three girls from choking by feeding them a completely different diet then I normally would and I’m looking into making my own food, but my other girls and the boys have been eating the good old Ox bow kibbles.

I didn’t think that the problem was the brand of food I was getting, because it was only certain rats that were choking and not all of them. Idk it’s hard to explain in detail.

Tonight I ran out of food and realizing I had some other food that had been left over and was still in the airtight container I figured I would give that to them because Moony’s three daughters had previously choked on it but no one else did so I thought it was still fine for my other rats.. well I was wrong.

Tobias july choked on that same kibble tonight!

As soon as I saw I took all of it out of every cage I had put it in and returned to Tobias to see how I might be able to help him, it was absolutely horrific.. at first he was choking like my other rats were so my plan was to sit next to him and talk kindly and keep calm and watch him as he went through this, but then everything changed and I’m telling you I thought he was going to choke to death in my hands tonight, he was pale and there was stuff coming out of his nose and he started to tint purple, I attempted to help him an hoped that gravity would be on my side. This entire situation was horrendous and so incredibly scary. My love and I felt helpless, I could not see the object in his mouth and he wasn’t drooling the way my other rats have when they have choked and the amount of energy he was using to try and dislodge this food was scary, it felt like a last effort level of energy, then he was limp and he pooped and he was pale and I was crying and hoping I could help him.

I didn’t give up and after a lot of hard work I managed to help him.

As I held him in my hands upside down and forcefully patting his back, he started to chew and it became clear he had the ability to breathe a bit better again, his ears gained a bit of pink and he looked at me, he looked right at me and walked right up to my face and licked me and got as close to my face as he could, my love was standing next to me and said, “you just saved his life” it was a surreal moment, my rat and I had an understanding of how scary that truly was for both of us.

He is in a small cage with water and fresh blankets.

I am asking you all, if you could thank the universe for letting him live on to experience more of this beautiful world and if you could just think some really good thoughts for my boy Tobias July.

I am so thankful, as I cry laying in bed. I Am so thankful he is still with us.

Omg.

And I am throwing that food out and getting new food tomorrow. I am also going to start researching how I can make my own food and what that would take.

I am truly taken back by how many times my rats have choked just in one year.. I have never even heard of this happening to someone, even having one rat choke is crazy but having to go through multiple choking and for them to go through that!? It’s terrifying and there has to be a way to keep them healthy and safe.

😭 my sweet boy

#triggering content #pet choking #honeycombhank #almost a pet death #close to death #choking #scary stuff #terrifying #rat food #Tobias July #how can this be possible #crying #trigger warning #dumbo rats #rats of tumblr #my rats #ratblr #how can this be real

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rohirric-hunter · 27 days

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Whenever I have food shaped like animals I have to ritually "kill" it before I can eat it so I don't freak out over the idea of eating it alive. For some reason everyone is fine with this when it's dinosaur chicken nuggets, but when it's chocolate Easter bunnies all of a sudden I'm some kind of psychopath. Listen, I am just making sure it doesn't suffer. I did not ask for chocolate in the shape of living things. In fact on several occasions I have requested no rabbit-shaped chocolate for Easter and guess what I still get. Do you want me to eat it without killing it first? Do you like to ponder its screams of agony? Do you like to imagine how slowly it dies without help?

I have been informed that this is not how "normal" people think about animal shaped food but that sounds super fake and I don't believe it.

#i feel like i should put a content warning on this but idk what #anyway if you werent prepared to imagine it dying maybe you shouldnt have made FOOD in the shape of an animal #same goes for animal shaped candles and soap

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withoutalice · 4 months

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Chubformer fic idea alert ❗️❗️❗️

Valentines day sweets guilt edition

Okay I'm going to need some help from the pros to pick out a good ship...

But basically one of them goes out and splurges on Valentines day gifts for their partner a week in advance to prepare for a nice date afternoon/evening with them.

This week ends of being a struggle to not eat all the sweets, since they never has these things in their quarters. 6 days go by with the treats always in mind. They end up losing to the cravings on the night before.

Obviously they are wracked with guilt and attempt to purge it but it doesn't help bc they still ruined Valentines day for both of them. They're devastated and dead the next day but fall asleep exhausted emotionally and physically.

The next morning they are very bloated and sad and don't respond to any of their partners messages.

Their partner shows up to their place, extremely concerned for them. They awkwardly and anguishly explain what happened, but their partner is not upset and reassures them about how much they love them.

Then they both just cuddle and order takeaways to their place. Lots of belly rubs all around of course!

End.

Anyways that's my idea xP lemme know what yall think 💜

#content warning for food guilt and purging mention #withoutalicespeaks!#chubformers #anyway thats my fic idea #feel free to take it lol #ALSO GIVE ME GOOD SHIP IDEAS IN THE COMMENTS #alice writes

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rapidhighway · 1 month

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why is tumblr showing me bread

#this is pretty ironic for someone whe needs a content warning for food but oh well #im aware im insane

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highways-are-liminal-spaces · 1 year

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December 2022

#my video diaries #insp. filmnoirsbian #music: carol of the bells by tso bc it is the best december song #food #oh also kirk cameron's fuckable santa. that deserves a content warning #december #christmas

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idiaa-shroxd · 10 months

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Your cat cafe au is so much fun and so soft I adore it but hearing that Malleus and Leona's cats are friends is so funny to me and spawned the worst idea XD Prefect: Leona, Nebula is pregnant Leona: ...By who? Prefect gestures to Oatmeal and Nebula cuddling.

we share the same brain!! actually working on the cat au ask right now, but have a few irl emergencies that prevented my writing, and here’s a little bit of it! but first let me just say this is 100% my thought process if you and rook have yet to neuter the kitties. oatmeal and nebula have a romeo and juliet love story! \(//∇//)\ more under cut! this isn’t canon in the au or anything but a fun concept!!

“Nebula has never looked better, he scooped her up in one arm and held her firmly against his bicep, smug as she meowed up at him and purred loudly. He had zero hesitation to hold her while walking to his fated rival, looking him and his cat up and down before scoffing. The two proceeded to argue over who’s cat looked better wearing their dorm uniform for a bit, as the two cats seemed content in their arms without hostility to one another. - Leona Kingscholar

Malleus Draconia - As Leona argues with him half his brain has melted to this is the greatest cat. Cat precious. My firstborn is the best in this world. The other half of him smugly picks up his son in his own arm, the cat against his own bicep as he begins talking about how regal he is. Honestly, his cat is just happy to spend time with him and begins playfully nipping at him after not getting enough attention.”

anyways back to the ask!! I’d like to imagine if that actually happened then leona would freak out at malleus, while malleus is shocked he is getting his first grandchild with you already as you reiterate that is a cat, and you both are not married. he’s not listening, to you or leona. they end up being that in law family that despise one another thoroughly like my child is too good for your child but i don’t want to lose custody of my grandchild. cats tend to have multiple kitties at once so im thinking depending on the amount the may definitely mean the boys now live ay Ramshackle with the kittens, with Nebula nipping at her dad proudly showing him her babies and Oatmeal showing his dad his babies too, forcing the two men to bond despite their prominent scowls, but they avoid being too loud because you remind them kittens are sensitive to noises. (。-∀-)

they’d definitely end up trying to adopt the kittens when you graduate.. but that custody battle is a talk for a different day. on the bright side Oatmeal and Nebula finally get to stay with each other openly as they raise the kitties.

for anyone curious ( ^ω^ ) been busy these past few weeks with art fight, and my cat needed a vet emergency, still have to return to the vet later this week, but i’m also working on a r-18 birthday leona fic! friendly reminder my navigation does say mdni and you are responsible for the content on my profile that you view!♪

Σ('◉⌓◉’) actually haven’t written r-18 works for social media in a bit, but i will try my best to make the fic! if anyone does not want to view the content, please block the tag “shrouded in desire.” which i will be tagging the fic, and all r-18+ fics on my profile for those who do not want to see the content!

#questions of styx.#more on the topic of this ask!! it’s ALWAYS fine to send asks like this— and to want to talk or expand on my concepts!!#absolutely love kitty aus and my reqs. are open!! (´・ω・｀)#im happy to receive asks like this!! despite my recent business these motivate my writing \(//∇//)\#my kitty is fine but the medical emergency has just exhausted me from writing and ive been trying to adjust them to new foods and things #that aside i maybe deleted my rollo draft three times because im self conscious ( ´Д`) however will be rewriting!#im working on a leona birthday fic that should hopefully turn out good #im not too sure how good my writing for those kind of fics could be but id be happy to try my best to reward people patiently waiting for #more content!! was surprised despite my unannounced hiatus i still retained a steady follower increase- thank you!!#( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ quick reminder my nav says you’re responsible for what you read and ill try to give another warning before posting the fic and #try my best to tag the fic appropriately. thank you for understanding!!#i also had the idea to sketch and create oc siblings of like each dorm leader so also got distracted #rather than writing had this genuine thought and got possessed with the headcanon that azul should have a brother #don’t ask whether that’s a pos or neg thing but he just needs one.

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grehpervorodnyi · 6 months

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#th1nsp1ration #starv1ng #body ch3ck #no food #eating disoder trigger warning #tw ana diary #tw ed diet #sexy content #sexy pose

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petrichorvoices · 7 months

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genuine question, how are you supposed to reach 2000 calories each day? even if we were to eat our noodles samefood three times a day, we wouldn't reach that, but we can't financially afford to do that, we can barely cook because of disability, and we have no idea how we're supposed to be able to eat enough

#discussion of how many calories we do get in the next tag ->#we only manage to get i think 1000-1500 calories a day? and on bad days we get even less. it's not that we don't want to eat it's that we #struggle with preparing food and we struggle with the act of eating and we can't order takeout often enough because of finances. like #we're constantly hungry and we're really fucking tired of it we genuinely don't know what to do #rambling #calories cw #idk how to tag this content warning wise

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ageless-aislynn · 2 years

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Title: “15 Minutes” (4/?) Author: @ageless-aislynn Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series Summary: John would rather you not punch a Warthog. Again. Also, he requests the pleasure of your company for lunch. Rating: T (PG13) Length: 1,877 Spoilers/warnings: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. Though we began with the events of Halo 1x06, there will be no more show spoilers. We are still firmly seated in the AU Warthog, merrily driving out to places where there’s only a passing nod to canon. 😉 Note: the AU Warthog was not injured in any altercation. 😛 Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N: Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. Apologies for the long break between chapters. I've been struggling with some health issues but I definitely haven't abandoned this one. This chapter ran SO ridonkulously long (almost half the length of the first 3 chapters put together 😱) that I at last opted to split it. The newly created Chapter 5 will be along soon. *pinkie swears* 😉 Anyway, I continue on in my mission to give John #AllTheNiceThings because I remain sooo very soft for this big Spartan boi... 🤗😉💖 Thank you to all who have hung in there despite the months of unexpected radio-silence. Ugh, life, right? 😬 And welcome to anyone who might be just finding this story. 😉 However it is, if you read, I hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐

Taglist: @pinheadbanger @mysardencut @laurenstacy610 @sporadicbelievernightmare @ultrablackwidower @bxmxtx

If you would like to be tagged in my John/Reader fics, just let me know! I also write John/Kai, John/Cortana and Kai/male Reader, so I’m glad to tag you for whatever you’d like. If you would like to be removed from the taglist, also feel free to let me know, no harm, no foul. 😉 💖

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You flexed your hand, trying to surreptitiously ease the ache in your knuckles. When you picked up the tray to start down the chow line, the injury protested until you adjusted so that the tray was balanced across your forearm while the other hand held on for all it was worth. The lunch special might not be very special but it was better than dropping your food all over the floor.

Once you were loaded up, you turned, scanning for any familiar faces. You spotted Jamie and Maria and started in their direction but Jamie did an exaggerated eye roll to the other side of the room. You obligingly looked that way and, at first, all you saw were hungry marines jostling for their place in the queue. But then there was a shift and they parted almost as cleanly as the Red Sea.

John sat alone at one of the smaller tables and, as soon as you made eye contact, he smiled.

Your heart felt like it did a biologically impossible flip as you smiled back and wove your way over to meet him.

The tables and chairs weren't Spartan-sized, so he looked like an adult sitting at the kids' table. His tray was black, unlike the weird red-pink used by the marine's mess, and it held a lot more food, most of it various forms of protein.

His tray jostled and you realized that he was trying to get his knees out from under the table so he could stand. He'd done that charmingly chivalrous thing before when you'd grabbed dinner together, holding your chair for you as if you were at a fancy restaurant instead of the mess hall.

"Stay, it's all right," you told him and he adjusted his tray so you could put yours down before you sat.

You angled so there was room for your legs under the table without having to straddle one of his. Though, from the looks you were getting, there were no doubt many bets already placed on how often you were straddling a lot more than that.

Your cheeks went hot but hopefully John would just think it was from the steam coming up from your plate.

Kai and her boxing match with one of the marines, then subsequent whirlwind romance had been all anyone had been talking about since it happened. The Spartans were larger than life, by far the closest thing the UNSC had to celebrities, with all of the gossip and speculation about their quote-unquote "inner lives" as that entailed.

"What happened to your hand?" he asked by way of greeting and then made an unhappy sound when you turned it to reveal the discoloration on your skin. He reached out in a mute request for you to rest your palm in his so he could better examine the injury.

"Well," you said, matter-of-fact, "I got in a bit of a punching contest."

He abruptly shifted into Master Chief John-117, his pitch deepening. "With who?"

For a moment, you pitied the hypothetical person about to face some serious Spartan wrath. "A Warthog," you clarified. "It turns out that I should've only gone in to the elbow instead of the shoulder. Kinda ended up punching the engine block, which was a not-so-good idea."

He exhaled in a controlled breath and became just John once more. "No, that's a very not-so-good idea. Did you get it looked at?"

"It's just a bruise."

That earned you a bit of the Master Chief back again as he arched an eyebrow.

"See? I can move my fingers and everything," you insisted and if flexing your fingers meant curling them around his, well… There was that. Your hands were appropriately sized for your height and his made them look positively miniscule.

"Medics make the worst patients," he pointed out, very, very carefully brushing his thumb back and forth along your fingers, avoiding the bruised area.

"Fair point," you allowed. "I'll stop by medical before I report for duty again."

"Good. And please promise me that you won't punch anymore Warthogs, hm?"

You gave a cavalier shrug. "I can't promise that. Sometimes those things have to be taught who's boss."

He briefly glanced away as if someone were speaking to him on comms, then his gaze came back to you. "In that case, give me a call and I'll punch it for you."

"Now that would be something to see," you agreed.

He still had your hand resting in his and you found yourself loathe to move it. You could certainly eat with the other one, now couldn't you? Would that be too obvious? Did it matter?

You picked up your fork and stirred your meal. The mystery contents in the heavy white sauce was some sort of noodle base, you were 99.9% certain of it. As you chased a bite around your plate, you considered that you really should have gotten the roll, even if it looked hard enough to shoot out of a canon and blow a hole in a Covenant Wraith a klick away. It would've softened up in the gravy -- probably -- and at least given you some help getting the rest of it on the fork tines.

"What is that?" he asked after observing for a moment.

"Chicken Surprise."

"It's more like: I'd be surprised if there's chicken." He slid his hand out from under yours and you tried to hide your disappointment.

Besides a generous helping of actual vegetables and two baked potatoes, split open and steaming with all of the trimmings, his oversized platter had a thick piece of steak and two full chicken breasts. With a few deft moves, he'd deposited one of the chicken breasts onto your plate.

"Oh," you said, startled. "That's okay, this is fine. I don't want to take away from your--"

"I've got plenty, I promise," he said firmly, tapping his knife and fork together. "Now, do you like steak?"

"This is more than enough, thank you," you demurred and tried to deflect. "You know, I honestly didn't know Spartans got the 5-star restaurant experience. I'm glad. You guys deserve it."

"This is Dr. Keyes' doing. Dr. Halsey had us on a specially formulated nutrition paste."

You grimaced with real feeling. They didn't even put nutri-paste in MREs anymore. Too many soldiers said they'd rather starve, thanks anyway. There was a rumor that, years ago, some brave, unnamed marine had managed to infiltrate the catering staff for a big Officers' Gala and swapped out the internal components of ravioli with nutri-paste but no one could confirm it. It sounded like fancy scuttlebutt but it had been taken off the list of approved foods after that, so there might've been truth to the tall tale.

"Since we really didn't care about the taste back then, it didn't matter. But now that we…" He abruptly trailed off.

"Classified. It's okay," you assured him.

"Dr. Keyes seems to want to make up for all of the years of paste we ate," he concluded. "I'll put in a word that 'Chicken Surprise' needs to be re-evaluated as edible."

"Now, don't knock Chicken Surprise if you've never tried it," you teased and he handed you his spoon with an air of expectation. You scooped him up some from your plate and gave it back to him.

He sampled it with a speculative expression. "Not as bad as I expected," he finally proclaimed, "but try mine."

You attempted to clutch your fork with your injured hand while the other wielded the knife but it hurt more than you wanted to admit. So you struggled for a moment to cut one-handedly before John reached over and secured the chicken breast down with his fork.

You glanced up at him and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"You opened my drink pouch for me," he pointed out. "Least I can do is return the favor."

It felt like ages ago when you had found him practically passed out and got him to drink some electrolytes in a supply closet. You remembered being a little intimidated by his reputation at the time but now looking at him sitting across from you…

Well, you didn't really want to try to identify the feeling that swelled in your chest every time you looked at him now. But it definitely wasn't any sort of fear.

"Thanks, Chief," you said with a wink then turned your attention back to your food. You paused briefly to admire the herbs encrusting the perfectly browned surface before taking a bite and trying not to moan. "Ohhh, do they have a professional chef hidden on base somewhere or what?"

"Sure you don't want some steak?" he drawled in a tempting tone.

"Well, maybe just a tiny little--"

He was already slicing you off a generous portion and also ended up giving you part of a baked potato and some of the vegetables as well. He tried to insist on more but you finally said, "You know that I can do at least a rough calculation of how many calories you need to maintain your mass, right? I'd never forgive myself if you started wasting away. So, that's that. Thank you."

He gave a crooked smile. "Well, I'd never argue with a woman who can calculate my mass."

All of that trading food back and forth had earned as much attention as the fact there was a Spartan eating with the marines.

"Hey, Master Chief," a young female soldier said in an earnest tone as she passed by. "Good to see you, sir."

"Afternoon," he returned with a cordial nod.

Apparently, his response was noteworthy. The next thing you knew, there was a crowd around the table.

"Chief, is it true you once punched an Elite so hard an entirely different Elite's helmet flew off?"

"Chief, did you really pick up a giant Covenant bomb, fly it through space without a craft, and then throw it back at them?"

"What's it like to swing one of those big Gravity Hammers, Chief?"

He paused, then said in turn, "No. Yes. Very satisfying when you hit a Brute with it."

They jostled each other in sheer delight. You continued eating -- everything from the Spartan meal was amazing, you'd never eaten at a restaurant with food so good -- watching John handle the questions from his admirers.

But when they began pulling up chairs, he abruptly looked a little trapped. You chewed quickly, intending to come to his rescue, but Maria appeared before you could.

"Move it along, marines," she barked and, given that she came from a family of DIs, she had the tone down pat. "Let the man eat his lunch in peace."

That immediately got them to scatter with a smattering of "Thanks, Chief. Have a good lunch, Chief. Come back soon, sir" comments as they left. She winked at us and then vanished back the way she had come.

"Sorry about the interruption," he told you, sounding unexpectedly embarrassed by the clear adoration.

"No need," you returned. "You totally made their day. They ought to send you out on morale boosting missions."

"I'm not much of a public speaker," he said, then continued in a confessional tone, "I don't know why they call me 'sir.' By now, they ought to know that's not how you address an NCO."

"Nothing to do with rank," you told him and he tilted his head curiously. "It's respect. You're their hero."

He looked down at his plate and you could've sworn he blushed slightly. A companionable silence fell as you both resumed eating, broken when he said in an overly casual tone, "So, are you busy tonight?"

Adrenaline zinged through you but you quickly chastised yourself. It wasn't like he was asking you on a date or anything.

"What do you have in mind?" Your attempt to sound casual was no better than his.

"Do you like movies?" he asked with a hint of a hopeful smile.

#halo #halo the series #halo paramount+#john-117 #master chief #master chief x reader #trigger warning: food #food #i've seen food listed as a trigger warning before so hopefully this covers both the gif and the content #fic: 15 minutes #series: how to date a spartan without even trying #aislynn's fic #aislynn's fics #ageless aislynn

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