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bloodstainedhair · 4 months

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Holiday Season

pairing. obsessed 141 / polar bear-hybrid reader *scenario/headcanons

note. gender neutral reader. reader is physically described to be 6ft or over. common hybrid features such as animal ears, tail, nose, claws, and paw pads.

cw. unhealthy relationships/yandere themes, meat and blood mentions, a lot of eating from hands mentions, a weird type of infantilization, big bad bear is called cute a stupid amount of times, dangerous but passive reader, vague made-up base because i watch too many movies.

Holed up in the middle of fucking nowhere, Alaska, the white wasteland. That's how the 141 were going to spend the merry month of December. Endless snow in sight and no family to be found. A complete and utter joke of a holiday season.

It scarcely matters, the food that's been stored, the dense furniture they've been given, even the solace they find in each other. It's miserable out here. The freeze is always licking at their skin, seeping through their layered clothes to cling to the exposed nape. It's their constant company.

Yet, something else bothers them. A hint that only their trained eyes could catch in their misery. An entity, perhaps, something that follows the men without rest. It's a shadow of winter, blanketing itself around the base and leaving its warmth with no trace to its next destination. Only something another human could pull off.

Dishes left strewn on the counter are returned to their cupboards, clean and scrubbed. Leftovers are consistently missing a bite more than what Soap remembers wolfing the night before. If a blanket or pillow goes missing, best bet it doesn't come back. It doesn't take much convincing for Price to round up his boys to find out the root of their question. Not when they've nothing else to do.

It's Soap who finds you first. Rummaging through the fridge with a plastic container in your hands, that adorable black nose covered in spaghetti sauce. He wonders how they didn't hear you sooner with the way you carelessly scarf down the contents. You remind him a little of himself...

Little round ears perk up at the sound of his gasp. Soap freezes in place as your head cranes back to inspect him. Eyes staring at him with indifference, a lone noodle stuck to your cheek and tomato red staining your considerably large teeth. Sharp and big, enough to poke out from your mouth and dig into your chapped bottom lip. A similarly large grayish-blue tongue swipes out to clean the damning evidence.

So. Fucking. Cute.

Johnny is thanking the names of every God he knows when you let him lead you by hand to his team. A new warmth flows through his body, lighting up his dormant nerves in the winter night, your thick black claws prodding into his rough skin. You must be a docile ol' thing, obediently following him to his buddies, though only after he bribes you with more meals to come. He'll cook up the whole damn kitchen if it means you trail him like this daily.

Ghost is sure that Johnny's the one hiding furry ears and a tail when he rushes over like a dog with a fresh new bone. That, and he's more crazy than he imagined dragging over what looks to be a six foot something polar bear hybrid right his way. Ghost doesn't forget things easily, and he's confident that said bears are known to be the most eager predators in the presence of flesh. Not just by circumstance, no, by nature.

A strange thought does pop up in head. That fluffy white tail you sport catches his eye for longer than he'd like to admit. He wonders. If he offered up a nice, raw chunk of seal to you, would it wag in anticipation? Would your ears twitch at the sounds of his boots crunching in the snow, bringing you yet another delicious catch? He could be the perfect provider for you, he thinks. Maybe even have you hunt alongside him, a bonding ritual of sorts. Blood all over your mouth, allowing only Simon to dab away at your chin with a towel. What a sight to behold. Two predators in the same room.

Gaz takes a step away before doing the exact opposite a minute later. You're not just some wild animal, and he's half worried he just disrespected you to your face (you didn't see it). Any bit of nervousness he had melts away when you gently push your nose into his warm hands. He was going for a handshake, but this is surprisingly preferred. Seems he missed wiping some the cocoa from a recent pot of hot chocolate. He hadn't expected you to be so... soft. If you want more, he's got a heap of cookies hidden away in his room. No issue with you visiting him for a late night snack. Christ, he'll even handfeed you if you're feeling lazy, no worries.

Captain Price nearly drops the flimsy cup of coffee held in his gloved hands. Fucking giant thing you are. He nearly drops it again when your nose takes a sharp turn to the smell of his beverage. Not picky, are you... He'll keep note of that for later. From the looks of it, you're adapting well to the chaos of his batch, sniffing and patiently waiting for Soap to release you from his iron grip on your paw pad. He also takes note of what your wearing almost immediately, Arctic grade parka wrapped around your waist in favor of standard workwear, more akin to a jumpsuit than winter gear. Unbelievable. However, that does explain it now. You work here.

It makes sense, considering you're one of the more volatile hybrids. So many people, including your bosses, are uneasy about the predators. It must've been particularly bad for you. Hiding you away in a big and lonely base to eat dinner at an empty table. The world unable to appreciate you for what you are.

Price on the other hand, he knows his boys like the back of his hand. They understand your type. Would take you in without judgement or fear. Indulge you. Feed you fat red meat from calloused palms and let you lap at the warm blood still dripping on the snow. Gladly clean the droplets that stain your pure white parka. Make you warm.

#btw i genuinely love winter. it is literally the only season that makes me happy. fuck you summer (is born in july)#mine #yandere #yandere cod

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pencilpat · 20 days

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I ALMOST FORGOT IT WAS DUKECEIT WEEK I AM FERAL! So! I've queued days 1-3 to post throughout today to make up for the lost time.

@dukeceit-week-2024

Here's day 1: sunflower/ocean! In which a selkie and a farmer care for each other greatly. There won't be a fic every single day but this one called to me. Janus is a harbor seal! The spots were chosen to mimic his scales hehe :)

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A boy lies barefoot on the jagged cliff rocks on the beach near his father’s home, listening to the choppy water slap itself onto them and spray him with the scent of salt. This water would drown a man instantly if he tried to swim it, carry him far below the waves to his watery grave. It’s very dangerous a spot. To a man, at least. He is waiting, watching, to see if his visitor will come to him today. As he gazes, far in the distance, he notices a small grey speck against the green of the water, observing him as well.

He sits up with a massive grin splitting his lips, his fingers clutching onto the gift he brought. No matter how much he trusts his visitor, his family has driven into him deeply the knowledge that you must always offer a gift to the fae to stay in their good graces. The grey, speckled coat of his visitor dives back beneath the waves, gone for a moment before surfacing right at the rockface. The seal barks at him, and the boy laughs with delight, waving vigorously. “Hi, hi! You came to see me again!”

The face of the seal splits in an invisible seam, and falls to the sides like a hood to reveal the speckled face of a man. “Hello, farmer boy,” he chirps at him, treading water the rest of the way to the rock before pulling himself up. His reddish hair is soaked through with brine, and he smells of pure ocean, of places that man will never go.

“Janus!” the boy proclaims as he scoots towards him, hesitantly reaching out to touch his shoulder, avoiding his coat entirely. “It’s gotten so cold lately, I thought for certain your kind went out with the seals to warm water, don’t they?” He brushes wind blown hair out of his own face with frustration, to which Janus reaches up and holds his hair back for him with a coy grin.

“I don’t share secrets of migration, Remus. One slip of your tongue and you’d have my kind hunted for sport even in our safest spots.”

Remus pouts at him visibly. “I wouldn’t do that! Don’t be silly!”

Janus laughs, showing off his mouth of very inhuman teeth, made to eat fish and oysters rather than the soft cooked vegetables and meats that Remus’s family consumes. “You’re a human, and they are very bad at slipping up. Both on rocks and with their words. That’s why my kind avoid you, or at least one cause.” Janus’s gaze is caught by something in Remus’s opposite hand, and his dark eyes fixate on the bright colour instantly with barely restrained interest. “What gift did you bring me?”

Remus’s smile widens even more, his eyes raking over Janus’s curious face with fondness. “It’s a flower! You remember the coral you brought me, the bright yellow stuff? This is almost the same colour, isn’t it?”

“It is…” Janus says, greedy hands reaching for it, only for Remus to swipe it away playfully. He jumps up and dances backwards across the rock towards the shore.

“Nope, not getting it that easy, seal boy!~” he shouts teasingly.

Janus lets out an indignant huffing sound and stands, not chasing him outright but obviously following him across the rock and sand. “Farmer, just give me my gift! What is this?”

“We’re playing! Er, I know it’s not exactly how seals play but-“ Remus cuts himself off as Janus's eyes darken and glimmer, a grin breaking his lips apart.

“Oh, playing, huh?” He gets into a hunched pose as if he’s going to charge at Remus. “Get over here and I’ll drown your ass, ‘playing,’ c’mere!” And then he does charge him. Remus shrieks out a delighted laugh and begins running through the shallow water right at the sand, Janus’s sloshing footsteps right behind him. As they get closer and closer, Remus suddenly turns around on him and begins running towards him instead.

Janus yelps, but doesn’t have time to course correct in any way, so Remus catches him and swoops him up into the air in his arms, whooping victoriously and swinging him in a circle as Janus barks at him in surprise. “You idiot, put me down!” he laughs. “I’ll curse your entire bloodline for this, slaoiste!” Janus swears at him, jokingly beating at his back until Remus settles down and just holds him there in place, the two laughing together with locked eyes as the freezing ocean pelts their legs.

Remus sets his companion down again after a moment, clearing his throat awkwardly. “You can have it now, here,” he says, brushing back Janus’s hair and resting the flower on the top of his inhuman ear steadily. “There we go, beautiful.”

Janus smiles at him, a quite genuine one for once, reaching up to touch the petals and finding them to be incredibly delicate. He gazes over Remus sadly, huffing. “I do have to go for winter, to somewhere warmer. I won’t be able to come see you until at least spring.”

“You could stay here, with me! On land? That offer obviously will always stand, you know, right?” Remus tries to mask his sudden engulfing sadness with a hopeful smile, but Janus’s face only falls further.

“I can’t, Remus,” he says, subconsciously clutching on tightly to his coat. He knows Remus wouldn’t steal it by now, but every time Remus asks him to stay, the stories his people tell of the inescapable love spell fill his mind with fear. “I’m not a land creature. I don’t belong here, with you. At least not all of the time.” Janus looks at the ground to avoid the crushed face Remus makes at him. “I’m sorry.”

Remus shakes his head. “No, don’t be, please. I get it, you know?” No one wants me enough to stay forever, no matter what I do, he finishes the thought in his mind. He takes in a deep breath to steady himself. “You promise you’ll be back, in spring?”

“Yes, farmer boy.”

Remus holds up his pinky. Janus tilts his head with confusion, looking him up and down. Remus chuckles. “It’s a pinky promise! We shake pinkies, and that makes it an extra solid promise.”

Janus laughs, but he reaches up and shakes their little fingers together soundly. “Okay, Remus. How silly. It’s a pinky promise.” He releases him, and turns to face the sea, clutching at the hood of his coat. He steps further into the water, breathing in the salt and brine of his home. He can see other seals in the far distance, no doubt someone curious coming to find him. “Well… I have to go.” He looks back to his human, shooting him a sad smile. “I’ll see you again. Pinky promise.”

“Pinky promise,” Remus whispers, waving his selkie off with a forlorn smile and eyes as wet as the sea.

#dukeceitweek2024 #dukeceit #janus sanders #remus sanders #selkie au #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanart

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heartfullofleeches · 10 months

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Squish

Yan Slime God hcs/blurb

One botched resurrection and a couple - hundred liters of human blood lead to the creation of the slime I introduce to you today. Squish is a rather aloof; mischievous entity. It loves tricks, and driving people mad all the same While retaining the collective thoughts of those its consumed - Squish has yet to grasp the reality humans may not like having their blood drained out of all their orifices to further its growth or find blood in their pipes amusing. Squish considers these folks a drag - but the screams of the last human who found blood raining from the pipes in their shower were oddly... cute. Wonder who that could be?

• Squish can - and will be any one or thing for you. If you like cats, the slime will sport ears and a tail - and catch dead birds for you. A key thing to note about them is that they have a human skull floating around in their gel to stabilize a human form. Squish also can "possess" others through their bloodstream or entering their body after death. The downside with the latter is the corpse still rots and at a faster rate than normal. If there is someone you hold dear enough, Squish will execute and wear their skin until their blood completely rots before swapping its previous skull with theirs. It sees no difference between the feelings you harbored for them now that they're apart of it - so you should love them just the same.

• In the presence of others - Squish must be blinded at all times. The entity it originates from was a vile, bloodthirsty tyrant and Squish still carries that same lust which can be nullified if it cannot see. Squish does not make its presence known until it is worked into every nerve it possesses that it will not harm you - don't stop them from biting the soul out of your thighs when you don't give it the attention it craves. To combat its violent tendencies in regards to you, it taped a photo of you to its eyes and willed their restraint into existence.

"Dummy - do not turn this human into soup. Do not drain them of every drop of their precious blood even though it'd probably be really, really good. You are stronger than your urges, you are supreme, you... really want to bite them while they're sleeping."

• While being their darling - you are not immune to their tricks. If anything - they're amplified when it comes to you. We're talking blood leaking from the ceilings, swallowing your keys when you try to leave without their permission, leaving their skull in plain sight so when you notice the odd decor it can lick and/or bite you when you pick it up to inspect. Squish loves getting a rise out of people and your reactions are ones to treasure.

• An excellent hunter - cook not so much. Considering how easy it is to grind humans into paste, Squish realizes they need to care for you and one of the best ways to them is providing you with meat as it may benefit them as well. Squish will hunt deers in the woods and drag the bodies back, wearing the skull of its catch - or break into local markets and rob the delis. It both drains the meat of its blood and infuses it with their own as it figures the nutrients from it will keep you healthy- only downside is they try to get you to eat it raw for a while until you drill it into their bed that humans can't eat uncooked meat. They pout about it - but eventually let you use their catches in proper meals

• Makes articles for you to wear out of its blood - or just slaps a bloody hand print on your shirt and says consider it a new fashion statement. If you want to leave without them - you'll have to do it on their terms and this way they can still track you. A bracelet/necklace or earrings are its preferred choices. The problem with this is your bracelet growing spikes if you shaking someone's hand or your necklace nearly choking you out as it tries to tug you away from crowds

• A cuddler/very touchy. Loves the feel of your skin. Very soft, very bitable. I would assume most wouldn't be too sound with the idea of a blanket made of blood slime - but you'll have to get used to it with them. They'll settle on a cute teddy bear with an unsettling skull for a face if that makes you feel any better.

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere teratophilia #yandere god #Squish my oc

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justyanderes · 1 year

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idk why but my fav sort of soulmate au's are where you get an animal companion / familiar that represents your soulmates personality so naturally a [reader x uvogin] au with this concept has my heart lmao

Imagine ever since you can remember it seems like you've dealt with this horrible beast your whole life.

It's appearance left anyone who looked at it a bit unnerved. The best way you could describe the thing was if someone decided to stitch together a porcupine with a badger, bear and several other creatures.

Never once have you bothered to give it a true name opting to refer to it as beast or brute when it displeased you. And if it happened to be on your good side you would refer to the awful thing as Wolf despite it being nothing like an actual wolf.

You decide to live deep in the woods at some point. The move was definitely due to the fact your familiar hunted cattle,men and more often than not other familiars like sport. If not for the fact that when the human counterpart the familiar becomes a feral beast you'd likely be executed thrice by now.

So staying far away leads to less threats of imprisonment due to your terrible companion.

Who at least gave you a bit of advantage to your survival. Mainly because they make sure you don't starve or are eaten by a wondering bear. Little things of course that do not make up for the larger picture but you are willing to work with your familiar. Especially if it continues to bring you home elk that far surpass its own size and will keep you fed well into the winter months.

As much as you plan on praising your wolf some more it appears like your beast cannot help itself in causing trouble. the day after it brings you the elk it arrives home with another less than desirable surprise.

In it's powerful and crushing jaws is no doubt another magical familiar. No doubt some poor soul was searching for their companion.

The tiny creature in its mouth is like nothing you have ever seen. With wide eyes and very soft fur the tiny familiar is a blessing to care for compared to your own. A fact that the brute dislikes very much and tries to eat them again.

"spit it out right now before I never speak to you again!".

After you stop the poor thing from nearly clawing out the eye of your own familiar it sulks to the nearest corner.

You try to comfort the tiny familar. It's very skittish - but you eventually get the poor thing to calm down after bringing out some of your favorite sugary sweets.

Then there's a sudden and loud noise you take as a knock at the door before you watch as your door is kicked in.

You nearly grab your knife before the man explains himself.

"I think you have my pet". He tells you before walking into your home like he owns it. Going as far to sit in your place by the fire enjoying some of your ale.

How charming, you think.

When Wolf does nothing to attack the man you take it as a sign either there is no danger. Odd given his usual preference of 'kill now' never think of the consequences later.

You've never had visitors before, you are a bit flustered by the thought of someone seeing your house in such a disarray. Elk meat scattered about to be dried into jerky. Which is something you shouldn't be concerned over considering everything else that has happened so far with your so called guest.

"does your familiar have a name?".

You ask eventually. Not expecting the giant of a man to look so pleased.

"Their Majesty is what I usually call them. But when they aren't being a total brat Honey is what they usually respond to".

It makes you a bit peeved that he refers to it in such an almost meaningless way. But you suddenly come to the conclusion for you it's the same way and when you mention it,

Uvogin gives you a terrifying look. While horrifying you realize it's still a smirk none the less.

What a match it seems the two of you are...

#uvogin x reader #hxh uvo #uvogin #yandere uvo #soulmate au #hxh yandere #yandere x reader #phantom troupe x reader #yandere hxh #hxh x reader #yandere imagine #hxh uvogin

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wednesdaythesecond · 6 months

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Wednesday's dashboard simulator

Mutual 1: [the worst picture of Frank Iero you've ever seen] DILF alert

Mutual 2: gerard is like if a woman was beautiful but also gross

Mutual 3: [real photo of a dead body]

Mutual 4: [picture of Pete Wentz looking like a butch lesbian] mommy

Mutual 5: [photo of William Beckett from the 00s] do you remember how we used to run?

Mutual 6: [the same photo of William Beckett] i need to hunt him for sport, i need to eat the meat off his bones, i need to i need to

Mutual 7: [photo of Mikey Way looking like a sad cat] i gotta get him pregnant, you don't understand

Mutual 8: [poor quality LOTMS screenshots] this is what teen pregnancy looks like

Mutual 9: Gonna be real with you guys, i thought Gabe Saporta was a woman and i still kind of do

Mutual 10: [self harm photos]

Mutual 11: [my little pony porn]

Mutual 12: [Gabe Saporta's Bar Mitzvah and yearbook photos]

Mutual 13: why is incest a crime? girl, grow up

Mutual 14: [photo of Mikey Way sitting weirdly] she was ovulating here

Mutual 15: [photo of Gerard Way and Bert McCracken] do you think their cycles synced up?

#you know who you are fbngfkbjf #tumblr dashboard #dashboard simulator

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huntersmoon1 · 7 months

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JUST PUTTING THIS HERE!

IF ANYONE IS wondering where the gif in my header is from, it’s from the Netflix movie Damsel. A new favorite of mine.

•Ok I just saw a fan art of Hyoga from dr.stone as a beastman and now I want a similar plot to this but for Hyoga only.

•And instead of a clouded leopard he’s a leucistic leopard of the African variety, no not in the race swapping sense. And on that note you know Tsukasa would be a lion beastman.

•single dad beastman Hyoga has two young cubs, one is leucistic like beastman Hyoga and able to walk around in his beast form but crawl in his beastman form.

•The other melanistic and has brown fur with black rosettes and able only able to crawl on her belly in her beast form and not able to move around at all in her beastman form since she’s only a few days old.

•They dress the same and have the same ability to shift and have the same physical characteristics like the pouch as Jack (see the below pictures) and the life style is the same as with Jack.

•They live in their cozy den deep in the jungle beneath the roots of a large uprooted tree.

•The den is far from any bodies of water to prevent the den being flooded during the monsoon seasons and hidden by tall grasses and flowers to mask his cubs scents from those who would kill his cubs for food, like anything bigger than the cubs that eats meat, sport like poachers and hunters, or to just eliminate future competition like other jaguars, both beastmen and regular jaguars.

•They get sucked through a portal from their cozy den Into the world of dr.stone.

•Beastman Hyoga quickly finds what he deems to be a safe place to use as a temporary den to hide his cubs in while he goes to survey there new environment and go hunting.

•While beastman Hyoga is away from the den Ginro finds the den and the cubs.

•Being the idiot he is, he grabs the cubs and runs back to senku and the gang to show them strange creatures he found.

•Chaos ensues.

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•Love&deepspace boys Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel. Same plot/concept different characters⬇️.

•original post⬇️.

•ROR JACK AND NOAH SINGLE DAD BEASTMAN AU IDEA! IF YOU WANT TO WRITE IT LET ME KNOW! THIS IS CRACK I KNOW BUT MOST IF NOT ALL MY IDEAS ARE!

•Au single dad jaguar beastman Jack and Noah and their tiny daughters fall through a portal in their world from their cozy den deep in the jungle beneath the roots of a large uprooted tree far from any bodies of water to prevent the den being flooded during the monsoon seasons and hidden by tall grasses and flowers to mask their cubs scents from those who would kill their cubs for food like anything bigger than the cubs that eats meat, sport like poachers and hunters, or to just eliminate future competition like other jaguars both beastmen and regular jaguars.

•They fall through the portal right into the arena while the match between Leónides and Apollo is going on in the RoR world.

•Beastman Jack and Noah and their daughters dress similar to this minus the rope around his neck. ⬇️(The guy in the picture is the good guy I promise.)

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•But look more like the next pic ⬇️ .

•Jack has albino fur with faint silver rosettes and his daughter from this mating season has brown fur and black rosettes while the older one from the previous mating season has white fur and more visible silver rosettes since she is leucitic instead of albino.

•Noah has melanistic black as night fur with slightly darker black rosettes and his cub has the common golden fur with black rosettes.

•I headcanon that Jack is at least 5 to 10 years older than Noah after think about it for a while so Jack has sired many offspring and has 10 years worth of experience.

•He has successfully raised almost every single one to adulthood except for the cubs from his first three mating seasons.

•He remembers the mistakes he made in the first three mating season out of the 10 seasons he’s been raising his cubs.

•The first cubs drowned during a monsoon that started while he while he was out hunting because the den he chose was to close to a river that’s water level was low before the monsoon began.

•The second was killed by a predator because they stayed in one den for too long and a predator picked up his cubs scent and killed them while he was away hunting.

•He returned to find his cubs dead and half eaten with the killer long gone, killed for food or to eliminate future competition.

•He tracked the killers scent and killed it so it wouldn’t try to make a meal of any of his cubs in the future.

•The third was killed because the den wasn’t hidden well enough and he was followed when he brought a kill back to the den for his cub.

•The next day when he came back to the den after a hunt he found only blood and the scent of a poacher, his cub was killed for sport by a bullet of some sick poacher who thought it would make a nice mantelpiece.

•Jack tracked them down and killed them the next day, the locals knew of his crime and why he was killed because he’d been bragging about his prize the night before. (Think of the animation Wolfsong on YouTube.)

•His cub from the previous mating season is old enough that she can run around and play, unknowingly practicing hunting through play often sneaking up and pouncing on her father or Noah or playing with their tails the way tiger cubs do but is still young enough to be in her fathers pouch and to nurse, not quite old enough to be weaned off his milk but old enough to be introduced to meat, she doesn’t stay in the pouch quite as much as her newborn younger sister but is still in there a lot like when sleeping or nursing or when she’s not playing and wants to cuddle.

•Meanwhile Noah is new to the game and his newborn cub is his first cub of his first mating season so he goes to Jack for advice when he needs it or leaves his cub with Jack when he needs a break or just needs to go hunting. Jack will also leave his own cubs with Noah when he needs a break or goes hunting.

•They can change between their semi furry form and their all animal form like in the picture and they do have tribal markings on various parts of their body’s but their semi furry form has more fur they have fur everywhere but their face,neck,and center of their chest, and Jack and Noah each have a pouch like a marsupial that they keep their daughters in when they’re not out hunting or fighting.

•Although the walls of the pouch are thick and cushioned enough to keep the cubs safe and uninjured even if they get deep lacerations on the pouch or if they fall on their belly from a great height if they have to fight while the cub is in the pouch.

•Beastman Jack and Noah also have four teets inside their pouchs that produce milk for their cubs, like kangaroos since they gotta feed their mammal babies somehow, and the females just give birth and ditch like some species do.

•Their back/lower legs are a fusion of human legs and jaguar hind legs and their faces look human just no human ears, having jaguar ears on top of their heads, their eyes look a little more cat like, and they have whiskers although Jack still has his mustache along with the whiskers. They have retractable claws and long canine teeth.

•(jaguars have the longest canines and strongest bite and muscles relative to body size of all the big cats meaning the tigers bite and muscles are stronger but if the jaguar was the same size as the tiger there would be no competition the jaguar would win hands down.)

•In both forms they are just as flexible as any cat, especially since when they have no access to clean water or if they need to brush there fur, they clean their fur the same way cats do, gotta be able to clean the places humans can’t reach without a back scrubber, and inside their pouch as well as the cubs when their in or out of the pouch, without assistance since they’re mostly solitary, the also have a tongue like a cat backwards facing bristles and all.

•They can speak the human language but also can comunícate like their animal counterparts in both forms for example roaring, growling, purring, chuffing, crying, calling, hissing, exe.

•In the au beastman Jack and Noah are from the males are the ones to raise there offspring for there whole lives and the females have no part in it they just mate,give birth,and they’re gone like some species of animals.

•Their kind are mostly solitary except for fathers and their offspring or siblings or when it’s mating season, with the exception of Jack and Noah who were raised by their mothers together cuz the fathers ditched before they were born, so their mothers couldn’t pass them over to their fathers right after birth.

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•RoR people postpone the fight to try and get the familiar beastman out of the arena.

•Jack and Hlokk’s reactions to seeing all this on her tv.

•Apollo being the narcissistic god he is and having zero regard for boundaries, sees jaguar Jacks and Noah’s pouches and being the asshole he is just moves at the speed of light and takes out what’s in their pouches just as fast (aka jaguar Jacks and Noah’s tiny beastman cub daughters).

• The younger cubs starts crying while the older one starts wriggling around trying to scratch and bite apollos arm while growling her baby growl and roaring her baby roar cuz they’re scared and confused at very suddenly not being in the warm safety of their fathers pouches.

•They don’t recognize the scent of the person holding them in his hands in a not so comfortable way and in a way that they can’t see who’s holding them.

•Their voices sound like a fusion of a very young jaguar cub and a human baby.

•Jaguar Jack and Noah growl in warning after they ask Apollo politely to give their cubs back and when Apollo doesnt cuz lesser beings dont give Apollo orders, its followed by loud roars and then chaos ensues cuz jaguar Jack and Noah are not having it.

•Later Jaguar Jack and Noah and their daughters are sent to Hlokk’s room and Jack and Hlokk meet the beastmen and their cubs. Jaguar Jack and Noahs cubs nurse inside their pouches cuz their hungry, and because suckling (either for nursing or like when a human baby sucks on a binky) helps babies calm down.

•After a while jaguar Jacks and Noahs daughters come out of the pouches while their fathers are laying down, the younger ones crawling around on their fuzzy baby bellies while the older one looks to her father first in silent question to see if it’s safe to come out, then crouches low while slowly walking around, sniffing the air, wide eyed and curious but cautious after what happen with Apollo.

•The cubs explore their new surroundings and meet Jack and Hlokk.

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•This is a very informative about Jaguars living in the jungle. ⚠️ Be warned though there is brief male genitalia shown once or twice because jungle natives I think so watch with caution.

•Not my best edit but here’s a rough idea of how the look in my head. I just noticed I forgot to add a tail.

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autumnblogs · 10 months

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is it just me or does it often feel like, in capitalism, whenever you go to work, everybody wants to kill you?

like your boss is leering for a way to fire you or cut your pay, customers looking for any chance to sick a manager on you

i think understanding money as an instrument of state violence creates for me a sense that when i am in the workplace, it is a dangerous and violent jungle, an artificially competitive environment in which i am made to struggle for my life for the amusement of rich people

like i’m really going to work to be hunted for sport, and the users and clients and partners are all looking for an opportunity to pounce and eat me, and i am expected to have the same kill or be killed attitude

my workplace is actually pretty good, and my manager is working with me to unionize it, and even here, because we interface with vendors and clients and partners routinely, the culture of the hunt seeps into our workplace, and i can feel my interlocutors leering at me like a cut of meat, and reacting to me as though i am going to do the same

lot of fight or flight or freeze or fawn responses happening in the workplace is what i’m saying, can you five me

#anarchism #capitalism #predator/prey #money abolition

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honey-minded-hivemind · 6 months

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Some fun facts for the 🦖Dino Squad🦕 AU :

• The teens have vaguely known each other for awhile before the dino stuff kicked off, they've done group projects before, they just weren't really close (like the gang from Dino Squad was at first).

• With dinosaur instincts, the teens all act strange from time to time.

• For Logan and Victor with dinosaur instincts, towards the humans they dislike they are aggressive, for the ones they hate they are murderous (possibly would eat them/view them as prey), and towards the dinosaurs/teens they act rather broody, excited, friendly, and rather pleased.

• Some of the teens (plus the two adults) have feathers. Allosaurus!form of Scott has bits of downy feathers that are slowly fading, Quetzalcoatlus!form of Pietro has a covering of fuzzy down, and Dakotaraptor!form of Reader has feathers from head to toe. Same goes for Logan and Victor. Fluffy raptor group🤗🪶!

• Logan and Victor are ancient. They aren't really sure how old they are, but they know they are over millions of years old, older than the human race.

• Due to being so old and being the only known survivors of the entire dinosaur species proper, when they discover the teens (dinosaur form only for Victor, and both identies for Logan), they get rather excited. To them, it's a sign. They aren't alone anymore, and they can actually have a hand at parenting and protecting and brooding over young.

• The teens are good at certain skills, similar to the original Dino Squad. Some of those skills are different, though. All of them have at least one hobby that comes in handy in a certain situation. Pietro is good at running (both his mouth and with his legs), Scott has basic first aid knowledge and is good at sports, Remy is prone to stealing things so he is good at hiding and seeking things (useful if you and four other people are running from a group of your enemy's henchmen), Rogue is strong and knows how to fix certain things (thank heaven someone in the group does!), and Reader knows about different deadly and dangerous plants and animals (very useful when that aforementioned enemy changes the environment or its inhabitants).

• The teens' diets change due to their newfound dinosaur DNA. If the dinosaur they are ate fish, they gain a seafood-focused diet. If the dinosaur they are ate plants and/or fruits, they aim for more vegetarian dishes. And if they were a carnivore, they would mainly eat meats or meat-oriented meals.

• Y'all remember how Ms. Moniyhan had a nickname/codename she gave herself (it was Mama-saurus)? Yeah, Logan calls himself Papa-saurus. In his point of view, that is what he is, and he thinks it's a fitting nickname/codename for the kids to call him (also feeding his parenting/nurturing instincts).

• Sometimes one or more of the teens gets caught. And sometimes they even see Victor. He has different environments built for each teen/dinosaur, in his large base, so they can rest and be back in what he sees as a comforting/needed territory. He provides the best foods for their species, keeps different nests and resting grounds in each special biome, and oversees anything involving checking/doctoring them.

• If anyone were out to hunt the teens as trophies, both Logan and Victor would aim to kill. No one messes with their kids/dinosaurs and gets away with it. Those two don't want to lose them, and can't stand to be alone again. Anything that is a threat to the teens existence is swiftly and surely dealt with, out of sight and put out of mind.

• Logan takes the teens on group outings. Sometimes it's the whole group, sometimes it's one-on-one. He wants them to experience their dinosaur self fully, and safely. He gets to teach them what he knows about their species, and he gets quality time with them.

• Victor is unsure if Logan is alive or not. The two of them split up (read: Logan running from him as he grew more hateful and dubious towards humanity) and he hasn't seen his little brother since. He wants to know, but his searches haven't found anything so far. Logan, on the other hand, knows Victor is alive, and has been avoiding him for a very, very long time.

• No one feels the urge or instincts to kill/eat each other. For Logan and Victor, that part of them died out when they realized they were the last living dinosaurs, and that if another came along, they couldn't stand to lose what little could be left of their dying/dead species. The teens, on the other hand, never had that instinct passed on, so it never registered (plus power of friendship!).

I hope this was a little bit helpful. Just a few ideas and headcanons for this au. I might make another one of these to address future plots and ideas for this au...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #🦖Dino Squad🦕 AU #platonic yandere xmen evolution au

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Family

A week had already passed since Alan started living with Jeff and his sister. Under Jeff’s urging, the two boys had stayed home from school to let Alan recover from his malnutrition and settle in to his new home. For the first few days, Alan stayed in his room and slept most of the time. Even when he did begin to stay awake longer and came out of his room more often, he avoided conversation and spent most of the time with his nose in a textbook.

Finally, one day, when Alan was sitting in the living room perusing his textbook, Jeff asked, “Say, Alan, do you have any hobbies?”

“Hobbies?” Alan looked up from his textbook with a glare. His face always looked angry, Jeff was realizing, whether he was actually upset or not.

“Yeah, like sports or reading or playing games or something.”

Alan contemplated a moment, then shook his head. “Not really. Why?” he asked.

“Well, I want to get you know you better, especially since we’re housemates now. I thought doing something together would be a good way to learn about each other.”

Alan grunted and turned back to his notebook. “There’s not that much to learn about me that I haven’t told you. I don’t have hobbies. I wasn’t remotely human until a year ago, so I don’t know much about the world or about humans. There’s not much I can talk about,” he muttered.

“Even if it’s only been a year that you remember, I’d still be interested in hearing about your life.”

“You...would?” Alan looked up hesitantly, his expression still fierce and angry. But Jeff thought he could almost see a longing in those eyes as well.

“Of course! And I’d be happy to tell you more about the world, if you’d like to learn.”

Alan didn't speak for a moment, then said, “Coloring.”

“Coloring?” Jeff asked, somewhat confused.

“Isn’t there something called coloring books? What is it?”

Jeff smiled. “A coloring book is a book with pictures, but the pictures are all white and you get to add the color using crayons or pencils. I used to love coloring books as a kid. I think we might still have some lying around somewhere, our grandpa used to keep buying us them even when after we grew up. I'll go get one.”

A few moments later, Jeff came back from his room, holding a book with a dog on the front cover and the words Furry Friends across the top. Plopping himself next to Alan on the couch, he set a box of colored pencils on the coffee table in front of them. "Why don't you take a break from your studying and try it out?" he encouraged. Alan slowly put his textbook down and nodded.

“Hey boys, I got the goods!” Jeff’s sister called, grinning widely as she entered the apartment, carrying two full bags that looked rather heavy. Alan and Jeff looked up from the coloring book. They had been coloring all afternoon, and Jeff had not even noticed that it was almost dinnertime.

"Welcome back, Tessa," he greeted his sister cheerfully. "Sorry we didn't get any dinner ready. We got engrossed in coloring." He glanced at Alan, who was still intently filling in a cat with purple.

“Ooh, coloring! That takes me back,” Tessa said, peering over Jeff’s shoulder. “No worries about dinner, I can cook. By the way, Alan, any food ya don’t like?”

Alan finally looked up, shrugged, and said, “There isn’t any food I do like, except for meat. I’ll eat whatever, but it’s all tasteless to me.”

“Oh?” Tessa raised an eyebrow and turned back to the kitchen to put away the bags of blood she had obtained. “We’ll just have to hunt for something you can like!”

“I doubt it will work,” Alan muttered but Tessa just winked at him.

“Don’t underestimate the culinary expertise of your big sister!”

“Big sister?” Alan repeated. “We aren’t related.”

“Aww, come on,” Tessa said, stepping over to him and ruffling his hair, “We’re gonna be living in the same house now, don’t be shy!”

Jeff gave Alan an apologetic shrug. “It’s best to humor her, Alan. She’s just being friendly.” Alan frowned, but finally agreed to call her big sister.

“All right, leave it to me, I’ll whip us up some yummy dinner!” she cried, rolling up her sleeves and marching into the kitchen.

When they sat down to eat dinner, Tessa placed a steaming plate of food in front of Alan, saying, “Ta da! Stir fry with veggies and chicken!” Alan stared at his plate so intently, that Jeff began to worry that he must hate stir fry. Finally, though, Alan picked up his fork and took a bite.

“Arisa used to make this,” he murmured, the vicious look in his eyes softening a bit, in a way Jeff had not seen before.

“Arisa? Isn’t she that lady that dumped you?” Tessa asked with a frown.

“Dumped?” Alan asked blankly.

“It means abandoned,”Jeff explained. Turning to his sister he said, “But maybe there was a reason she had to leave so suddenly.”

“A reason for leaving without saying goodbye or giving any explanation? Any way you look at it, she doesn’t have good intentions. I don’t mean to upset you, but it seems to me like this Arisa lady ain’t trustworthy,” Tessa said with a scowl.

Slowly, Alan replied, “Maybe. But, I have a feeling she got in trouble because of me and couldn’t contact me before she had to leave.”

“Ah, you mean trouble because you’re not registered with the ministry?” Tessa said thoughtfully.

Jeff and Alan exchanged glances. Jeff had not told Tessa about how Alan had been created as a monster or where he’d come from, only that he was a vampire, that a lady named Arisa had been taking care of him before, and that for special reasons Alan could not be registered by the ministry. Just as Jeff had predicted, Tessa accepted the explanation without question. Though she probably suspected there was something more going on, she trusted her brother enough to know what could and couldn’t be revealed. It was not surprising then that she would expect the problem to lie with Alan’s illegal vampire status instead of his escape from an underground organization.

“How long were you with this lady, anyway?” Tessa asked.

Alan paused in his eating. “Perhaps a year or a little more.”

“What was she like?”

“She was...kind, like Jeff, though much more cautious. She wouldn’t just go into a dark alley by herself without being prepared,” Alan said with a glare at Jeff, “but she was always doing nice things for me. Always helping me. Even if it meant she was in danger.” Alan fell silent, looking broodingly at his water glass.

“She sounds like a great person,” Jeff said encouragingly.

“Hmm, well if you say so,” Tessa said.

“By the way, Sis, where did you end up getting the blood?” Jeff asked.

Tessa winked. “Oh, I have connections with the head of a blood bank. He owes me several favors, so I tol’ him he could sell me the blood every other week in return. I even got a discount!”

Alan scowled. “So basically you’re getting the blood illegally,” he said flatly.

“Oy, you don’t get to complain! You’re basically illegal anyway,” Tessa huffed. Seeing Alan’s eyes narrow, she waved a hand and laughed, “I’m just teasing you! But you know, there really isn’t another way to get the blood, if we’re keeping your existence hidden from the ministry.”

Alan grunted an agreement. After a pause, he said hesitantly, “I...want to thank you both...for letting me stay with you and for not turning me in to the ministry.” He paused, glaring at the floor. “I...I’m not good at being around people. There’s a lot of things I don’t know or understand, about the world, about people and how to act around them. Arisa was teaching me how to live in society, but now that she’s gone—would you—would you teach me?”

Jeff smiled and put an arm around Alan’s shoulders. “I already told you I would, didn’t I?” he chuckled.

Tessa grinned wide and put her arms around both boys. “Ya know, Alan, you’re a sweet kid, ain’t ya? Even though you look like you could kill someone with that glare of yours. Haha, well we’ll teach you anything you wanta know! Now you’re staying with us, we’re practically family anyway.”

“Family?” Alan murmured, and for the second time the fierceness in his eyes softened a bit. He did not know for sure what it meant to be a family. But there was time. Time to learn, time to make relationships with Jeff and Tessa, time to become human.

#original story #vampire caretakers #jeff #alan #family

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frenziedslashers · 1 year

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Wait, do you hunt for sport?

Nope! I hunt because I have six little brothers and getting a $35 deer permit where I get to keep all the deer meat is a lot cheaper than buying a whole cow or pig! We also raise chickens for the same reason (Eggs are expensive lmao). My dad is the one that goose and duck hunts, and he normally gets about his money met on that! Waterfowl hunting is a lot more expensive in my opinion and I personally don't have as much fun. Deer hunting I go with my grandpa so it's also a bonding experience for me.

I also have a very sensitive stomach. So, we always get our meat either locally from farmers and ranchers that we know. Or we hunt it because processed foods make me super sick. I'm pretty sick right now because I ate out all weekend and I've been paying for it the past two days with a horrible stomach ache.

I hate it when people solely hunt for sport unless they are still using all of the meat and the deer. We keep the liver, tongue, heart, and some other internal organs for fishing (catfish love them), and then the rest we leave in the field we got the deer for the wildlife to eat. Then the fur we donate to an organization that makes gloves and coats out of them for homeless veterans.

We always make sure that we are using all the meat and never hunt for sport. My great grandpa since he is a vet and a senior, he gets his permits for $5 during deer season. So he shoots extras and he gives them to families that he knows don't have a lot of money. It helps out a lot since deer season here is right before the holidays so they are always super thankful.

I do hunt though. Hunting is an important part of keeping deer and waterfowl populations down. Along with other animals that are allowed to hunt. If there are too many of said animals then they will cause a domino effect. Deer will eat all the grasses. Waterfowl will eat all the grain and destroy fields. It'll become a huge issue that will not only affect their own species but other species around them that shared their food source or used their food source to hide. So, that is why I hunt. I do it for food for myself and my family and also to help keep the population down so overpopulation does not occur.

I do work for Game and Parks, and I am studying to become a Game Warden/Conservation Officer and a Wildlife Biologist. So if you ever have any questions about it, feel free to ask. I love answering all of them :))

#orian rambles #orian answers #orians asks #wildlife asks #tw hunting #hunting

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franki-lew-yo · 1 year

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Had to unfollow an artist I otherwise admire and love because they've turned to Designer Vegan nonsense ( "Designer Vegan" = "shameshameshame how DARE you even think of meat you are evil | animal husbandry is literally slavery | humans are eeevil creatues | go vegan or you're not a true abolitionist." Yes. Seriously, that last one's not made up). It's just sad. As a person who supports animal rights and human rights, I hate the "no true scottsman"- fallacy of Designer Veganism soooo much. My sister is vegetarian and I would drop milk if an actually sustainable alternative was made; I'm also a vetrenarian's granddaughter and my vegesis took FFA.

Slavery is keeping another of your species as property. It's wrong. It's always been wrong it's just that early humans got up to some messed up habits. It's a primal behavior we've learned to articulate as wrong and should have been commanding as such long before the Gospels put in that part about Jesus okay-ing a slave-owner for being nice. Slavery is wrong the same way cannibalism is wrong. A dog or a person eating a horse is not cannibalism, a dog eating it's own is. For what in animal rights is considered "unhealthy", disturbed" and "stereotypic" behavior- in human rights it's what we call "amoral" and "wrong". Although, to call this behavior "unique" to humans, is untrue. They're a very different animal than us but different ant species absolutely go to war, take slaves from rival colonies, and even farm aphids like we do cows or sheep.

Animals owning other animal species is called animal husbandry. Humans beings are one of those animals who practice it. We are not evil, heartless creatures for eating and taking from other creatures. We are tactful like the ants, we are intelligent and thoughtful like the monkeys. We are as social as dolphins or parrots. Call it a 'gift' or a 'curse' but our ability farm animals, not humans, other animals, is our rite as our own species, hence why we do it throughout our many different cultures. I don't see how this is comparable to colonialism or slavery. It is an instinct. It is our nature. And...isn't it so amazing that we (humans) recognize that at all? Isn't it wonderful that we, an animal, similar in so many ways to dolphins, parrots, elephants, pigs, monkeys and apes, can make a world where we don't HAVE TO kill if we don't want to? Where we can make homes and habitats for animals that don't 'benefit' or 'care' about us personally at all just because we know it's the right thing to do. That we can try and problem solve for ways around factor out the cruelty all together in animal husbandry? That we've developed a way at all for some of us to live without animal husbandry at all - even save animals from it? Would our world be so different than it is now if somehow orca whales had grown legs and opposable thumbs? Wouldn't they have developed tools and made societies? Wouldn't they have gone to war and committed war crimes against other orcas and had orca races and cultures? Wouldn't they have a distinction between other animal's rights and their own rights as orcas? Probably, if their behavior in their wild pods indicates anything. Orca whales partake in blood sports while they hunt and personally torture their pray.

But back on topic and-also-kind-of-on-that-same-thought; humans as a species are omnivorous. As a species we can choose not to eat meat (no, humans can not live souly on meat; Peterson) and probably without milk and eggs. However, not every individual human has that luxury.

Not every human CAN go vegan. Some people are allergic to the plants that give you proper protein or fat. You could never force a person with a severe nut allergy to go vegan. No- your allergies will not be "cured" if you "just stick to veganism" even more. That's malnutrition. That's an eating disorder. That will eventually kill you. Same with people who take way better to veganism- don't force them to eat meat or drink milk if doing so makes you physically sick.

Beyond that, Veganism is an entire lifestyle. You shouldn't be shamed into it/ lead into it on falsehoods. Vegans do not have to be evangelists about animal's rights by degrading the lives of other humans. Vegans are not abolitionists because different animals we coexist with ARE NOT fellow humans. We don't live in zootopia - species is not the same as race. They never will be the same unless we literally find aliens who we can interbreed, communicate, and create cross-cultures and transpecies customs with.

Veganism should be made available for everyone who wants it and not be a money-intensive endeavor where you must eat a VERY SPECIFIC way to be a "true vegan", or an emotional one where you have to hate the animal you are in order to love animals around you. There's a reason vegans are seen as stuffy, elitist, privileged bullies- the vegans who aren't exactly like this just don't last, OR they're just unable to practice their veganism openly. Why would you when the biggest name isn't a buddhist monk but an animal abusing pedoKaren screaming at Gordon Ramsay? If she doesn't hound you about being a "fake liberal" for your refusal to disown your nut-allergy cousin, that self-proclaimed carnist' blog on tumblr will conflate you with her anyway. So what's even the point of confirming your lifestyle when it's a mark of "shame"? It's unfair.

So to sum up:

Human rights and animals rights are not comparable. Switch out humans w any other species of animal, and we have the same problem.

Animal rights are real rights. They should be a priority of all humans given the kind of animal we are.

Animal husbandry is not at odds with animal rights.

Animals rights are not the same as human rights because human beings are all one species. Millions of types of animals are not.

We mustn't compare ourselves to species so unlike us, but slavery is wrong to humans because of the kind of animal we are.

DON'T force people with allergies to eat what they really shouldn't be eating.

If you go vegan, know that other people can't. Live life as the best truffling pig you can.

If you love meat and dairy, know that other people don't and in some cases can't. Red meat sensitivity is real, shut up Jordan.

If you eat meat and dairy maybe do your homework. Nothing hurts from finding out how your food gets to you.

Be cool and support family farms who really do love their animals.

If you force your dog or cat to go 'vegan' with you, you are 100% abusing animals.

Vegan candies are delicious, actually. Just very sticky and still not safe for dogs.

We have to coexist. We are all humans and we all love animals and the world we live in. I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

#vegansplaining #vegetarian #animal rights #animal wellfare #vegangelicals #vegans #franki's features

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Besides the ethics I’ve always considered fox hunting such bizarre overkill. Tons of guys with horses and guns plus packs of dogs vs….a fox. Boar hunting I get the hype, as it’s huge and could easily kill you dead but a fox?

We were talking about this the other night at Shabbat, how a lot of my approach to winning, to hunting, all of that, is: Can I be proud of this?

I am very much not anti-hunting. Before my wife came along, who enjoys it so much more than I do* I used to hunt every year because for relatively cheap, you could get a lot a lot of meat. We hunt every year. We usually get at least one deer. I am very much into hunting, and i would argue with anyone who eats meet that it's largely more ethical than most of the meat you can buy in a store. I'm not even opposed to trophy hunting as long as you ALSO intend to eat it. The biggest most majestic rack elk is going to be old and is going to taste like shit, but if you're devoted, I think that is fine.

But.

I can't stand WASTE. And so I am opposed largely to what I would call 'sport hunting' where there's no fucking point or purpose other than to kill something. You can even enjoy killing shit, but I want you to USE it. That's what I've always told Jill, is she can hunt anything she likes, but we're eating it, so choose your life choose your choices. I think she's going to try for coyote this year because I Want A Coat, and so...we're going to eat coyote. LONG COOKING LOTS OF SPICES, it'll be fine, we'll all live.

That's where fox hunting and I part ways. If you're fox hunting with dogs, as I understand they tear it up after you kill it so you can't even make hats or whatever. Like you said, it just seems like insane overkill to me, and I don't understand it.

back to things I can be proud of, this is why I scoff at the Southern styles of hunting which often include baiting. I come from the West, which does stalk hunting, which takes much more skill and patience than leaving some fucking corn out for deer. That's not hunting, that's a harvest. And like, my wife puts in for the Prairie Reserve Buffalo Harvest every year, because we want buffalo, but they call it a harvest for a reason: Those things are half tame**. It's like sneaking up on a cow. Jill would never be like, 'I AM A GREAT HUNTER WHO HUNTED THIS." as opposed to a wild sheep which is just, my god, so fucking difficult. Anyway, if you bait something with corn and feel like a proud hunter I am gonna laugh at you, and i feel the same way about the incredible overkill that is fox hunting.

The whole thing just seems so incredibly stupid to me. If I were going to go to all the trouble to kill some foxes, you bet your ASS I am going to shoot it, and shoot it as carefully as fucking possible so i can use the pelt. We've talked about getting into muskrat trapping because they have great coats. I love fur. I am here for all of this, and I would be proud of fur I personally had worked to get.

But yeah it's such a fucking stupid thing, and more importantly its WASTEFUL. I am happy to merely roll my eyes at something stupid, but its such a waste.

*Not a "poor animals :''(" but "oh my god sitting still and being quiet for hours I want to die"

**The NPR buffalo, not all buffalo

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Is Justice conflicted over meat because it used to be alive? So... how does they feel about plants? Justice finding out about the food chain and that mortals sort of have a hierarchy thats natural to them and unchanging, and is like OH NO.

I headcanon him conflicted about meat not only bc it used to be alive but bc it comes from animals that had done nothing wrong but get killed just so a human or other animal can eat. And he especially doesn't like hunting for sport. In the MotA dlc Anders says this line:

which to me sounds really influenced by Justice. It's definitely more about the disapproval towards people wasting time fighting the wrong battles, but I can easily imagine Justice disapproving of randomly killing animals as well (when it's for no good reason).

Justice had the food chain explained to him and gets it, but it still doesn't feel good to him bc it seems unjust. I imagine his period of trying to get other wardens to feel the same way was short lived lmao He was quickly banned from commenting on what people were eating.

But plants are fine. He doesn't see them the way he does animals. He might even enjoy growing fruits and vegetables now that I think about it.

#he also has no problem munching on bad templars lmao #they had it coming so it's fine in his books lmao #anders has opinions about that which justice doesn't agree with but complies #justice #asks #my posts #anders

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thedeath23 · 4 months

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*SPOILERS* General Reflection on "Tender Is The Flesh" by Agustina Bazterrica

I just finished the astounding novel "Tender Is The Flesh" by Agustina Bazterrica and I am here to share my general reflections on this terrible but compelling novel. It's disturbing and triggers reflection on humanity as a whole. I am now obligated to discuss my thoughts here because no one I know has read this book.

SPOILER WARNING: DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THE NOVEL

TW* Mentions of cannibalism and other disturbing things:

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"The craving for meat is dangerous."- Marcos page 56.

After finishing this book I was left dumbfounded by the ending as many others were. It is not every day that the true nature of a novel is hidden so well from me. It took me some time and some reading of others' reviews to compartmentalize exactly what I thought and believed about this novel.

Not once do I recall our main character, Marcos, ever referring to Jasmine as anything other than head. He never called her human and never treated her like she had her own thoughts, wants, and feelings. Marcos only really started to care for her on a deeper level after he impregnated her. Truly the only one he cares about is the baby.

Right before he sleeps with her and impregnates her he says that what he is about to do is prohibited and illegal. This led me to think he was referring to the act of sex with her itself but now I believe he was talking about inseminating her and that it was his plan all along.

In the end, after she gives birth he kills her but before "stunning" (knocking unconscious) her he starts to sing to her in an attempt to calm her down which works. At first glance, it seems like this is compassion but if you think back to the scene where he is taking two potential employees through the meat processing plant you can remember the scene in the box when the stunner knocks out another head but before he says something to them to calm then. Marcos states that stunners have methods to calm down the head before stunning because if they are calm when slaughtered the meat is more tender. This leads me to the conclusion that he was not simply calming Jasmine down for her benefit but for his own.

I think the big point of the novel is that all humans are the same, the difference lies with how they're treated and viewed by others. Marcos initially leads readers to believe that humans with a "first and last name" are not eaten but later he contradicts this when he visits the game reserve and it is revealed that humans with first and last names are in fact hunted and eaten for sport, with the right documentation and consent letters. It is also revealed when the church shows up at the factor to sacrifice one of its members.

Marcos is an everyman type of character, he is just like every man he isn't a hero or a villain just a person surviving in the world created around him. Marcos isn't heartless either as shown in regards to his father who was a big influence on him. It is also shown when he insults and berates his sister after discovering she was filleting a live human for the little event she held for the dead father she never visited.

We are not outright told the reason that Marcos doesn't eat meat. At first, it seems it's because it disgusts him, and finds it wrong but we need to remember he still works for a processing plant. The real reason he does not eat meat is because of the death of his son. I think it traumatized him to the point that eating meat was undesirable for him and that it was really just a trauma response all along. He later reveals he really missed eating meat when he dined at the game reserve.

Ultimately I think Marcos really just saw Jasmine as a pet because he essentially domesticated her into a not-so-rough way of living. He clothed her, named her, and house-trained her but still kept her locked up and or chained without supervision. This is similar to how we get a pet, name them, train them, and dawn them with collars. All of these things were really only to benefit either himself or the unborn child she was carrying. Even when he was dancing with her under the tree he wasn't thinking about her he was thinking about his dead dogs buried under said tree. I think she was a pet to him the whole time and this pet theory of mine explains the ending line of the book: "She had the look of a domesticated animal"- pg 209.

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Before 1500, the Indians of South Dakota depended for their meat meals mostly on bison and antelope, which the men would hunt and kill, or drag from the rivers in winter when animals fell through the ice and drowned. Hunting usually took place a long way from the home base, mostly in order to avoid packs of dogs and wolves which lived at the edges of human territory, scavenging and hoping to share the results of the hunt. Having obtained the prize of a large animal, the Indian band would have to transport it very quickly home over a considerable distance; as meat became high, dogs, wolves, and bears would be drawn to it by the smell. In order for the men to move quickly, the burden had first to be lightened. Archaeologists have found heaps of bones at the sites of Indian villages, and worked out which parts of the beasts were customarily left behind at the hunt-site. These included: the heavy heads (though muzzles were cut off and taken home to become ingredients in stews and soups, and one jaw, the lower, probably with the tongue attached, was often brought back); the vertebrae; the pelvis; and the rather meatless lower limbs. It is known from early ethnographic descriptions that the butchered meat would probably have been cut in great hunks and piled into one half of the split hide and covered by the other half. Some of the bones were transported back for extracting the marrow, for use as hoe-blades and hide-scrapers, and for pounding into small pieces and boiling down to produce bone-butter. A few bones and meat scraps were carried back to be fed to domesticated dogs.

The more careful carving, and the dividing of the meat among the village inhabitants, would be the women’s job after the meat had arrived safely home. But before the animal was hauled back, the men must have feasted on its inner parts, the brains, heart, liver, kidneys, and sometimes the tongue; these portions would go “off” quickly and tasted best when absolutely fresh. This was the hunters’ prerogative. Hunters were mostly male, though some women might also have taken part in catching and carrying prey. Eating the innards together was an immediate and handsome reward for the group’s success.

In Europe during these same centuries, hunting was still fairly common, and a sport for the nobility. The equipment for an aristocratic medieval huntsman always included a trousse, a leather scabbard containing a chopper, a saw, several different knives for hide-stripping and specialized cutting tasks, and spits for grilling offal over a fire before the triumphant return home with the rest of the animal carcass. Possession of a trousse expressed the hunter’s optimism as he set out; it was part of a nobleman’s personal equipment, and could be indispensable to his honour. The inner parts of the animal which the noble hunter cut out and ate at the site of the kill were called in French the parties nobles; they included the brain, the dark, bloody, shiny bits which were clearly essential to the animal’s life, and sometimes the genitals.

These once-precious animal parts seem to have become devalued in England towards the end of the eighteenth century; in about 1800, city slaughterhouses were giving them away to the poor. Hunting was no longer economically important as an ordinary source of protein. “Organ meats” were difficult to transport to points of sale while still fresh (they had very poor “shelf life”). Their fall from favour was so precipitous that, for instance, an old collective term for the viscera, “numbles” (“ umbles” in some dialects), came to be thought of as a version of “humble.” A person, therefore, who “ate humble pie” (with a filling of kidneys, liver, and so on) was joining the ranks of those whose status was low. Butchers called viscera “offal” (they fall off in the butchering); and “garbage,” meaning viscera and entrails, began to signify refuse of every kind. In any case, there was in Anglo-Saxon countries an increasing distaste for thinking about what meat had been before it was slaughtered; and the trouble with the inner organs is that each of them has its own peculiar texture and shape, and every one has a function that is all too familiar.

The ancient distinction between “meat” and “innards” was maintained, although the value system was reversed. Offal tends still to be called by a term which covers all of the inner organs; such terms preserve the distinction between “innards” and “meat,” but euphemistically help the mind to slide past the particularities by refusing to name them.

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