#And she can digest raw meat

[genderqueerdykes]

had the consult for my gallbladder surgery. the doctor told me i need to "lose 10 - 15 pounds" before they'll perform the surgery on me, and that I would need to wait 2 - 3 months before they would schedule it. i told her i have PCOS which makes it difficult to lose weight. she told me that does happen, and offered to refer me to a bariatric surgeon who is used to bigger bodies who could perform the gallbladder removal instead. i asked her for the referral to them instead

i was very angry at her for this, as 10 - 15 pounds do not make any difference when you are 300 lbs. my weight fluctuates between 280 - 340 lbs depending greatly on what i've eaten, how much i exercise, and so on. this will also vary greatly depending on if the stone is blocking my gallbladder completely or partially- if it's fully blocking the neck of my gallbladder, i cannot get enough digestive juices into my stomach to properly digest my food, so i will begin violently vomiting to get the undigested food out, and to get bile flowing into my stomach again. i begin to lose tons of weight when this happens, and i put it back on during the periods where i can get enough bile in my stomach to properly digest my food.

i can't digest my food properly. eating "healthier" will not change this- i can't digest food at all, period. healthy or unhealthy, i can't digest anything, because a good half of my digestive juices are completely missing from my guts. there is a functional issue with the way my guts work, of course i will lose weight drastically and put it back on at times. of course the issues will be episodic.

both her and the student that was working with me kept assuming that i said that my pain got worse after "high fat" meals. both of them put this in my mouth-

the student did it first. she asked when the pain gets worse and i said sporadically, but sometimes after i eat. she literally asked me "so you said it gets worse after fatty meals, right?"

i got frustrated and said "no, it's really random." i didn't get to tell her that raw leafy vegetables and lightly steamed or cooked vegetables make me vomit. broccoli and cauliflower that aren't heavily cooked, salads, raw vegetables, lightly cooked carrots, applesauce and apples in general are all problem foods.

the doctor then came in and said "it gets worse after high fat meals, right? you said that" and i went, again, "no it just kinda happens."

i don't even eat a high fat diet. i cook at home now for every meal now that i have all the tools i need to do so. i make rice, fish, pasta, and certain vegetables that i can digest like potatoes, sweet potatoes, onions, mushrooms, and so on. i eat bread, seeds, nuts, dried fruits, and drink oatmilk. i don't eat land meats, eggs, or dairy. i don't have any of those things. i do eat french fries and fish sticks, but not for every single meal. i don't eat chips because they're too salty and irritate my stomach. i don't eat candy or sweets unless the food bank delivers them to me. i don't eat much sugar other than pancakes and certain fruits

she wouldn't listen to me and went "well when you eat fatty meals, your gallbladder has to contract more and it can cause you a lot of pain." you would not believe how many times she came back to "you need to eat a lower fat diet." "the pain gets worse after you eat a high fat meal, so eat lower fat meals and your pain will go down." "just eat a lower fat diet and it'll help."

i just kind of sighed. there were tears in my eyes. i felt defeated. they made a bunch of assumptions just because i was sitting there, being fat. i was wearing long sleeves due to it being cold and they didn't get to see that i have a lot of muscle in my body mass. quite a lot. i wanted to tell them that i'm on testosterone and physically active when and where possible, and that i frequently lift heavy objects and move, but i never got a chance. i wanted to tell them my BMI isn't what they think it is, but i just didn't bother to try

i despise that people assume that fat people are fat because they eat "unhealthy" foods. i ate high fat foods for a few months while i was homeless because i didn't have the resources to cook every single meal. it affected my liver, i'm dealing with some fatty liver. but my gallbladder has more important issues in the form of the literal stone inside. she would not stop pushing for me to eat lower fat meals. all because i was sitting there, existing, as a fat person. i wish i would've told her i can only eat fish and plant matter

i don't understand how a patient telling you they're vomiting and can't keep down certain foods does not sound like a more pressing issue than an arbitrary number. weight as a number means nothing, it tells you nothing about that person's actual body composition. i have trauma with vomiting and yet i'm going to have to keep doing it anyway despite the fact that it could kill me via dehydration or if i just. can't stop

either way i'm very unhappy with result as i already waited for a month for this consult. now i have to wait for a referral for another surgeon to go through, and to do the consult with them, too. all while being in pain and having GI issues the entire time. just because a surgeon doesn't want to take the time to learn how to operate on fat bodies. i'm tired. what a joke

[shivadh]

Portrait of a Royal

(Warning behind the cut for a full-length image of the new Jonathan Yeo portrait of Charles III, which is real startling if you aren't expecting it.)

"Having met Charles Windsor," Gregory said over breakfast that morning, "I can assure you, he really is exactly the kind of man who wouldn't notice an elaborate and expensive roasting."

They had a rule about reading smartphones at breakfast -- using a tablet was fine if they were talking business, and phones were permitted for scheduling or settling arguments about the lyrics to songs or movie trivia, but overall they tried to keep the devices face-down. On that particular morning absolutely nobody was following the rule, because Jes had walked into the dining room with Michaelis, propped their tablet against a juice carafe in the middle of the table, and said, "I want everyone's opinion on what the actual living fuck is going on here."

Gerald had almost choked on his coffee. Alanna, feeding Sera, had looked up at the tablet, showing a portrait of King Charles III of England done in raw-meat pinks and muddy browns, and missed Sera's face entirely with a spoonful of mashed banana. Joan's eyes went huge as Eddie went into peals of laughter, which the twins promptly imitated, slapping their hands on the trays of their high chairs.

Gregory had carefully set down his silverware and rested his elbows on the table, propping his nose on his clasped hands to try and maintain a poker face.

"It's satire, right?" Ger had asked, looking from Jes to Gregory to Alanna. "I actually liked art history at school, and that's a painting someone did in protest, isn't it?"

"This is the official royally commissioned portrait of Charles the third," Michaelis had said, helping himself to breakfast at the sideboard and settling in between Joan and Jes. "But yes, it is also satire."

"They paid for that?" Eddie asked, gesturing at the painting. "They paid for it. And voluntarily put it on display."

"So the press releases say," Jes said. "I'm taking soundings because we are absolutely dedicating at least one episode of The Echo to it. I might have to start an entirely new podcast about contemporary art just so I can do a deep dive."

"Satire," Gerald repeated, staring at the painting.

"Not explicitly according to the artist, but his description of it is…very dry," Michaelis said. Jes held up their phone and read from it.

"The vivid color of the glazes in the background echo the uniform’s bright red tunic, not only resonating with the royal heritage found in many historical portraits but also injecting a dynamic, contemporary jolt into the genre with its uniformly powerful hue…" they stopped to snicker.

"Oh that's good," Alanna said approvingly. "Calling raw-flesh red the royal heritage is a very nice touch."

"The butterfly approaching King Charles's shoulder in the portrait adds a layer of narrative depth, symbolizing both his known advocacy for environmental causes and his personal transformation."

"It's a lie," Joan said. The adults looked at her.

"What's a lie, hon?" Gregory asked.

"I mean -- " Joan frowned at the painting. "He says he's painting the king's portrait but he's actually painting his feelings about the king, right? And being paid to paint a portrait implies you're supposed to be on the subject's side. But he's definitely not. So it's kind of like a lie. Of a painting. That's cool," she added, thoughtfully. "He roasted the king and the king didn't even notice? That's so cool!"

"Having met Charles Windsor," Gregory said, "I can assure you, he really is exactly the kind of man who wouldn't notice an elaborate and expensive roasting."

"That's sort of what satire is," Gerald added. "It's saying one thing but meaning another in a way that's really obvious to almost everyone."

"Ooh," Joan replied, digesting this. "I've had European history," she continued. "Other royal families aren't like ours."

"Well, some," Michaelis said. "Most, perhaps. Because we elect our royalty, even if we do tend to…elect in families. If you're king one day, it'll be because Gregory trained you and the people think you'd be best at the job. If you were the kind of person he is," he added, nodding to the portrait, "You probably wouldn't get elected."

"I sure wouldn't want a portrait like that done of me if I did," Joan said.

"That reminds me, we really do need to have portraits done," Gregory said to Eddie.

"Well, I say hire this guy," Eddie replied, gesturing at the painting. "At least you know you'll get an honest opinion."

"Doubt he needs the work, given he managed to get paid to insult a king to his face," Jes said. "Maybe that's the angle -- he basically ran a con on the royal family."

"Is it a con if they pay you for something and you give it to them?" Gerald asked.

"To be clear, that was con-parenthesis-admiring-close-parenthesis," Jes replied.

"I should never have told them I have a Tumblr," Ger said to Alanna.

"Don't look at me, I warned you," she replied.

"His other work is very good," Gregory said, scrolling images on his own phone. "I wonder if we can afford him. Love to see what he'd do with you, Eddie."

"I don't mind. Whatever he does, can't be worse than the haters who didn't like my TV show," Eddie replied serenely.

"Am I going to meet the Windsors, ever?" Joan asked Gregory.

"Oh, sooner or later, probably."

"We used to have to go to the birthdays sometimes," Alanna said. "Gregory and Gerald and me. We used to immediately go find Mia and then spend the parties running around with her, causing mischief."

"That's Queen Amelia of Genovia," Michaelis told Joan.

"I should call her, she's going to love this," Gregory said absently.

"I owe her money, I think," Gerald added. "Don't play poker with Genovians," he told Serafina, who burbled.

Eddie, who had apparently already thought of someone to call, had his phone to his ear. "Hey, Gee," he said, to whoever answered. Gregory looked at him curiously. "Yeah, it's Ed. Oh, don't give me shit, I married for love. Have you seen the new Yeo painting? I know! Yeah, I thought you might. Can I get his number? Oh, great. And do you know what his rates are? Well, yeah, and I want to be top of the waiting list. Okay. Huh, that's…affordable."

The entire table was silent. Eddie grinned at them.

"Oh, would you? You are the best, my man. Yeah, absolutely. Hey, next time you're in Europe, book a few days here, huh? Okay. Okay -- yeah, here it comes -- ciao, darling!" he said, and hung up.

"Who do you know who can quote you Jonathan Yeo's fees?" Jes asked.

"Gordon Ramsay," Eddie said casually. "He had a portrait done. I don't know what the royal budget is but his going rate, at least pre-Windsor, is not going to dip my bank account uncontrollably."

"You married for love?" Gregory prompted.

"Oh yeah, he likes to make fun of me for marrying into royalty, he calls me King Golddigger. I think you'll like him, I'll introduce you."

"What if you have Mr. Yeo do a portrait and it ends up like that, though?" Joan asked, gesturing at the painting. Jes picked up the tablet and blanked it, setting it aside.

"Then I will have deserved it, don't you think?" Gregory asked. "We should never try to pretend to a face that's better than the one we actually have. One reason art is so important is that it reminds us of that. That's why we spend so much government money on the arts. Now, finish your eggs, we are definitely going to have to have some conversations about that painting with several of the MPs, it's going to be a rowdy morning."

I think this is more or less extracanonical, but I couldn't get out of my head the idea of the Shivadh royals reacting to Yeo's portrait of Charles III. I don't think he's actually done one of Gordon Ramsay, but I think Ramsay's the kind of guy who would enjoy his work, for sure. Yeo's statement about the portrait is here; it's well worth clicking around his site, his other work is equally fantastic. I can only imagine what he'd do with a portrait of Gregory or Eddie (or Michaelis).

[sea-lanterns]

Pleaseee lion! Jean and lion!dehya just keeping vet! Reader all snuggled and protected from their exhausting day dealing with everyone’s heats (gentle service doms my heart-)

Vet!Reader trying to leave cause they have to work but they be like “no- you tired, come sleep dear” and smoother reader in warmth again.

Vet! Reader being a workaholic who needs her lion girlfriends to stop her so she can take a break 🥺

I imagine that while Lion! Dehya and Lion! Jean are asleep, the Vet tries to sneak away back to her office, only for them to wrap a possessive arm around her and keep her there. “Stay.” Is all Dehya grumbles while Jean nuzzles the back of your neck and purrs for you to stay snuggled in their embrace, gently licking their sandpaper tongues across your head so they can entice you to stay for another cleaning.

While the Vet is pretty strong and can lift some of the animal hybrids with ease, she can’t exactly lift two lion hybrids at once, as she’s pretty much left pinned to the ground while Dehya and Jean flop down on top of her. Good luck getting out of the lion cuddle pile, they are huge nappers who just want to sleep with you 😅

P.S: I can also see Dehya bringing you the biggest piece of her hunt to feed you after sex. Unfortunately, the Vet is a human and can’t digest raw meat, so Dehya just breaks into your kitchen pantry to scavenge for you. Dehya proceeds to come back with a can of unopened Spaghettios to feed you.

[pokemonshelterstories]

My eevee recently evolved into a flareon, are there any new dietary needs that I should be aware of, i know she's much bigger so she'll need more, but is there things that flareons love that I can make for her or is it different for every pokemon?

this is really something you should research before evolving your pokemon next time. some pokemon's diets change significantly upon evolution, and there's always a chance you'll no longer be able to provide a proper diet after a pokemon evolves.

the good news is that a diet formulated for flareon should be available at most pet stores (eeveelution diets in general are easy to find these days). you can't feed her the same food she got as an eevee, though. like many fire types, flareon generate their flames largely through the process of digestion. while still omnivorous, they need a different balance of protein and fat and a higher amount of carbohydrates than eevee do. feeding a flareon is a good bit more expensive because it's a much more calorie dense diet.

in terms of treats, it will come down to her personal preference, but small amounts of fruit and berries as well as meat-based treats are good for flareon. dried sweet potato, green beans (frozen, raw, or boiled in water; no salt or other additives if you cook them), and small amounts of dried ginger root or sootfoot root are also healthy treats. avoid giving hard chews; these can cause a blockage (which is an emergency) or slow down her digestion, which in fire types can lead to an unpleasant condition called smoke reflux.

[kaijutegu]

This is a really good question! Here's what will happen after New Girl gets here.

First, I leave her mostly alone for a couple of days. I give her constant access to fresh water, but I don't feed until Day 3. This gives her time to get settled and acclimated; the stress of the move can cause GI distress, so for the first couple of days, nothing in the stomach. The stress from regurgitation would be more detrimental than the stress of being hungry. Day 3, some nice, digestible food: egg. Day 4, we start introducing greens. Day 5, we have our first vet check!

Now hopefully there's some poop on Day 4, because this is a wild-caught animal, and she will have worms; that's just a given. When you eat raw, rotting meat in the wild, you get worms. My trapper doses them all with Panacur when he catches them, but the fecal sample will have more information on what specific parasites are present and what else is needed. If no poop for the vet check, that's ok, just collect some whenever it happens and take it on over and they'll do the fecal when they can.

At the vet check, they'll do a blood draw and a full blood panel. The vet will palpate all over, feeling for lumps and masses, and they may do some imaging. With a Florida feral, one thing you don't have to worry about is metabolic bone disease, so an x-ray might not be necessary. However, an ultrasound is a good idea with females. New Girl is very young and likely didn't have a partner during the last breeding season, but it's worth it to have a look at the reproductive tract to make sure there aren't any red flags or weird masses.

The vet will also do the standard exam stuff- listen to the lungs, check the reflexes, listen to the heart. They will also check tongue flicks and try to do a visual dental exam. That might not happen at the first visit, though! One of the things I had Kaiju trained to do was let me open her mouth. A voluntary open mouth behavior is something I really want to teach New Girl.

After the vet check, she'll still be on a fairly limited diet, variety-wise, until she's eliminating consistently and we've finished the inevitable course of meds. If all goes well, we'll do a course of fecal tests to ensure that any active parasite infection is gone, and then it'll be annual checkups from there on out!

[ghiradellidarkchocolatebrownies]

STORYTIME: DO NOT FEED YOUR CLOWNS THIS!!

I volunteer a few days a week at a clown shelter. Earlier this month, a Teacup-Birthday mix named Kiki was adopted by a (seemingly) very nice middle aged couple, and we were very happy to send yet another clown to a good home. But disaster struck this afternoon when the couple returned to the shelter, wanting to surrender Kiki back to us. Their reason? She was not performing any tricks and had been biting them nonstop for weeks now. I was of course very shocked and confused by this. Kiki was one of the most playful and least temperamental clowns I had ever cared for.

I asked them if she had the proper environment, if they had changed her costume or markings in any way, if they were feeding her the proper diet. They said that they were doing everything right, and were following the care instructions we had given them. I usually give people the benefit of the doubt, but their story just wasn't adding up. And they were shifting nervously, and talking quietly to each other when they thought I wasn't looking. I told them to wait while I took Kiki for a checkup. As I took her to the vet's office, I couldn't help but notice that she seemed to lack any energy at all. When I tried to tickle her stomach (something that she normally loves), she snapped at me (Luckily, I jerked my hand away before she could bite).

When the vet examined Kiki, it was revealed that she was suffering from malnourishment and a button infection. I went back out to talk to the owners, and they continued to deny any mistreatment. After some more questioning and prying, they finally broke down and admitted what they had been doing.

They had been feeding Kiki a mix of mice and small bones (no problem there). But for her candy intake, they had been feeding her SUGAR-FREE candy. My heart sank as soon as I heard those words. No wonder Kiki had been so sick.

Every clown owner should know that (in general) Clowns need a healthy mixture of raw meat and sugar in their diets. Feeding them sugar-free stuff can be very bad for them and cause a LOT of problems.

For one, they will not be getting their much needed sugar intake. A sugar deficiency will lower their mood, make them more easily agitated, make them sick, and can even be deadly for some clown breeds (such as Birthday and Circus). As Kiki is a Birthday clown, she might not have survived another week without sugar.

Another thing to keep in mind about sugar-free products is that they often have artificial sweeteners in them. These sweeteners are not ideal for clowns, as most clown breeds have sensitivities or allergies to them. Simply put, most clowns' digestive systems are not properly built to process sugar-free foods. Feeding your clown artificial sweeteners over time can even weaken their immune system (This is likely what contributed to Kiki's infection).

The owners claimed that they had no idea that sugar-free candy was bad for clowns (very unlikely since the care instructions specifically list sugar-free foods under the "DO NOT" section). My boss suggested to them that we take care of Kiki for a few days, but they told us they weren't coming back. As soon as they left, we informed other local shelters about them and even posted on internet forums about it, as they may go somewhere else and find a different clown to mistreat. They clearly only see clowns as entertainment and nothing else.

We gave Kiki some cotton candy, and she's already starting to return to her old self. Unfortunately, though, this means that she's back in the system. There's no telling how long until she's adopted again.

Before anyone asks, we make sure to look into anyone who's interested in adopting one of our clowns. We run background checks, call character witnesses, make sure they have the proper environment for a clown and have the money to support one, etc. Overall, the process takes about a month or so. Sometimes it can take even longer if we have a waiting list. It is extremely rare that a clown adoption goes wrong. In fact, this is the first time it's happened in the year I've been volunteering here.

TL;DR

Don't feed clowns sugar-free foods! It can make them very sick and cause a lot of complications.

[gwenlovesreggie]

marauders era breast milk flavor headcanons

regulus: this is a hard one, he is so sexy. But since he is gothic, I think it would be really cute and gap moe if his breast milk tasted like birthday cake flavored ice cream or something :)

barty: if you have read my squid fic you know where this is going: cotton candy! yummy cotton candy breastmilk, just like the cotton candy flavored milk mix I had as a kid, or like the breast milk of coronabeth tridentarius from the locked tomb series!

evan: hmmm maybe a savory flavor, since he is an alpha Dom aftert all. Maybe barbeque sauce.

james: Romaine Lettuce.... I can sense it... his breast milk is crispy crunchy romaine lettuce,. I don't have any reasoning I can just sense it as a marauders era prophet, i am known for sensing theses things, this is also how I know barty was born in December, I just have a sixth sense. So don't bother arguing.

sirius: peanut butter. Dogs love peanut butter and peanut butter flavored milk certainly sounds interesting! I am kind of surprised they don't sell that already peanut butter milk mix

remus: Since he is a were wolf, I bet this influences the flavor of his breast milk. I bet it tastes like raw meat. For those who wish to eat raw meat but are afraid of Illness, Remus's breast milk may be a suitable secondary choice.

peter: Windex! I can imagine it even be the color and consistency of windex!

jaxxsin thicass: Definitely protein powder, and I bet it even has little unmixed powders in it as well, just from the sheer amount of protein powder he drinks

tom riddle: outdoor ashtray cigarette rainwater

lily bevins: a chemically taste sort of like if you take a bottle of perfume and you drink the contents. Like it smells nice and all but you can taste that chemically flavor at the back of your throat and your brain starts to tell you something is wrong.

dolores umbridge: I think it would taste like ramune and pocky because she is canonically a fujoshi

smarpe: root beer flavored Olipop, a new kind of soda that supports digestive health

i think that's everyone! let me know what you guys think as well :)

[kakushino]

My Pet Demon AU Headcanons

Collaboration masterlist

Origin of demons: Tamayo

Tamayo found the blue spider lily during her work as a doctor, and thanks to her clumsy assistant Yushiro, who was more focused on her beauty than on his work, the experimental medicine spilled on her

She turned demon but figured how to survive off of blood, turning Yushiro as well

Thanks to Yushiro, she found out demons can feed on animal meat as well, and all her creations were encouraged to do that instead, leading to their digestive system adapting to it

Thus began her experimental era

There were plethora 'original' demons created by Tamayo, several of which turned into bonded pairs - mates - and were able to procreate as humans would

Demons don't have to be mates to procreate with each other

With that came another change - sun's rays became non-fatal, as well as wisteria-originated compounds, only making them weak

Nichirin steel still hurts them, and beheading them with nichirin steel kills them

Demons don't age after reaching maturity, maintaining a 'perfect' visage

Demons shouldn't be able to have scars

Demons mating with humans is unheard of (thought to be impossible)

They can breed with other demons despite being unmated, but once mated, they can only breed with their mates

Demons cannot procreate with humans

Mating bite can be bestowed anywhere on the body of the receiving mate, and their lives are tied afterwards - if one dies, the other passes away as well

Each demon breed (originating from the demons created by Tamayo) has different needs for their animal meat diet (universally, the meat needs to be raw)

Despite demons being stronger than humans, it is not in their nature to attack or eat humans, as it has been 'programmed' into their genes by selective breeding (less true for purebreds or older demons; there are of course exceptions for both ways)

Purebred/pureblood demons are rare, they are often easily identified by having visible markings on their face and body, and two horns

Pureblood demons are wilder, less easy to be tamed

There have been several attempts at "designer breeds" (all [un]successful to a certain degree)

Warning: dark parts

Breeding rings exist in this universe, and they are as horrible as you can imagine

Fighting rings exist, where demons are pitted against each other for entertainment of the 'elite'

Forced demon prostitution exists, especially since demons cannot get pregnant with humans

There are no universal laws about taking care of demons pets, leading to demons often being neglected

[moony-ghoul]

ghouls go to breakfast hcs:

dew: dew gets nauseous if he eats too early in the morning so he usually will just have coffee while the others eat, despite this he always helps first thing in the morning when it comes to making breakfast, swiss cuts him up some fruit after they clean up and he’ll snack on that before lunch. he has his coffee w oat milk and pretends like he doesn’t want any sugar but will scoop about 4 tablespoons in after the first sip

rain: he’s not the biggest fan of ‘traditional’ breakfast foods, he loves bibimbap, rice w a shit ton of lil side plates to add in? he goes crazy. however rain loves a good sleep in and doesn’t like having to wait for the rice to cook AND cut up veggies AND fry eggs, luckily there’s a lil fire ghoul who’s love language is acts of service who will make sure all of rains side plates are ready for him the moment he wakes up. after breakfast he likes to sit outside w his herbal tea and a good book, he’s not 100% sure what the tea is but mount said it’s good for digestion

phantom: complete opposite of dew. this mf needs food in their mouth as soon as they open their eyes or they will die (they won’t). thankfully much like rain has dew, ant has swiss who wakes up at a ridiculous time and makes sure his lil bat has a 3 course meal to wake up to. ant eats a lot and they eat fast, they’ll have something that resembles a full english breakfast and a bowl of cereal and fruit and whatever left overs the others don’t want. nobody knows how that ghoul can possibly fit so much food in them and absolutely no one is shocked when they’re curled on the couch 30 minutes later complaining about a stomach ache before having their post breakfast nap

swiss: swiss is easy when it comes to breakfast, he’s typically cooking most of everyone else’s so he makes a plate w a lil bit of everyone else’s food. he will have at least three different kinds of eggs tho usually one fried, one scrambled and an omelet (“gotta have protein for the gainz”). he switches up between tea and coffee depending on his mood but he always drinks it straight no milk no sweetener “i’m sweet enough”

mount: mount much like dew and swiss is one of the dens chefs. he doesn’t touch any of the meat tho the texture causes him problems so that’s left to dew and swiss, mount is a master at omelettes tho he has a secret cheese dealer and always has the most amazing cheese that compliment the rest of the omelet perfectly, along w his home grown veggies and herbs. the abbey does have a few chickens that mount will help care for but that’s mostly up to zeph. every morning he starts off w one of his homemade teas he’s got a cupboard full of different mixes of herbs that he’ll switch between depending on what the day has in store

cumulus: forever mounts princess cumulus tends to wake up to a beautiful steaming mug of chamomile tea in bed, she enjoys it while she spends time freshening herself up for the day (washing her face, taking off her silk cap and fixing her hair up). by the time she wanders into the kitchen mount always has her fav of his omelettes ready, ricotta and spinach with a side of sliced up strawberries. he quite literally has it ready on a silver platter for her

cirrus: cirrus is basically half alive in the morning until she has at least 2 mugs of close to boiling black coffee. she goes absolutely ham on the sausages, heat does not effect her so she’ll grab them straight out of the pan while swiss is still cooking them, if they’re still raw in the middle she honestly prefers it. she might snack on some pineapple if she’s feeling peckish but for the most part her mornings start off w a plate full of pork (bacon and sausage)

aurora: if you wake up aurora before she’s done having her beauty sleep all hell will break loose. she’s usually the last one up and is also one of swiss’ morning princesses. she sits at the head of the table every morning and swiss brings her a bowl of yogurt, granola (ofc made by mount) and berries. he would not dare forget to serve it with a kiss

this post is inspired by this one from @iamthecomet

[evilsituation]

mouthwashing is making me fucking crazy i think jimmy is one of the most interesting characters. we must fight against anyone who thinks hes just a mean cunt. hes a mean cunt with issues<3

TRUEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's so fascinating to me because he's written so well. he's a real person who did awful things and is struggling to accept them ;;:

spoilers under cut

the way in the ending sequence we can see how much every death effected him ?! he drags curly around and feeds him raw meat despite knowing curly is probably too injured to properly digest or swallow any solids. he sees memorials for daisuke and even sees his person. rose of charons constantly appear. he sees himself in a GRAVEYARD when fighting with Swansea and ends up tying him to a chair before actually killing him. he constantly hears babies crying and even sees a huge vagina which spits out a giant monster. and then he drags everyones bodies into the rec room puts them at the table because that was the last place they all had peace together as a crew.

he's very impulsive and lacks foresight. instead of using a condom or something he had unprotected sex with Anya and then when she told him she was pregnant he acted like it didn't matter. only to become nasty towards her and insult her skill at any chance given. he pressured daisuke into climbing through a vent Swansea knew was dangerous by playing on his wants to be needed and useful. and when daisuke got injured because of his actions he couldn't fix it because he drugged Swansea with the last medical supplies. and when he saw the cryopod he immediately assumed Swansea was going to keep it for himself, which we later learned he intended it for Daisuke.

the ending drags on so long because Jimmy can't process the idea that he's the reason many of things happened. his impulsive decisions and lack of foresight caused most of it and he can't handle that fact. he tries to use Anya's words about how our worst moments don't define us but he doesn't get it. he can't get it. he puts Curly in the cryopod and shoots himself because Curly is the only person still alive he could attempt to "fix" things with.

I LOVE JIMMY I LOVE JIMMY MY MAN WHO STINKS AND SUCKS

[bluegekk0]

It's 2am and I'm thinking about the FPK AU character diets. Diets as in, from a speculative biology standpoint. I said before that Zote is basically a single herbivore in a family of carnivores, but that's note exactly accurate. I think omnivores would be a more fitting term.

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FPK is technically an omnivore, though a mesocarnivore would be a fitting term (basically animals that mostly eat meat but can also survive on non-meat foods). His primary diet is meat, preferably raw meat, it gives him the most nutrients and he simply likes the taste. That being said, he can still eat fruits and even vegetables (though he's not the biggest fan of the latter), and digest them just fine. He enjoys sweet foods so fruits are a perfect healthy snack for him that meets that need. But if he's given a choice between a raw steak and an apple, he's always going to pick the steak. Also, he can swallow and digest non-edible objects without any side effects, but he gets no nutritional value out of them (a wyrm adaptation for dealing with rock material and any other objects they would often swallow while burrowing in the ground, they basically have incredibly strong stomach juices that can break down virtually anything). He's like a walking trash bin.

Grimm is definitely closer to a herbivore, a frugivore to be more precise, but he's still an omnivore. He obviously drinks blood, and enjoys the taste of meat, though he definitely has a preference for fruit when it comes to solid foods, he's kind of the opposite of FPK in this regard. He has a sweet tooth, even more than FPK, though he also loves sour fruits. So a bowl of fruit and a glass of blood (or wine, since he prefers to drink blood straight from the source) would be his perfect dinner. When he does drink blood, he catches his prey (the bigger the better, means more blood, which is why he picked the city as his hunting grounds) and pierces through their skin or shell with his fangs until he gets to the blood, preferably a spot that will make it gush from the wound. Like a bloody drinking fountain. Very messy, but it lets him satisfy his blood need quickly and effectively. Unfortunately it also means that his victims rarely survive, so it's a good thing the city has quite a number of thugs and criminals he can use as a blood bag. But the messy process also means that he has to do it far less often since he gets more blood each time, and consequently he ends up killing less people than he would otherwise. There's a positive side to anything, I suppose.

Their children also share their diets, and generally fall more in the middle than either of their parents. They need the protein from meat for healthy growth, but they have a similar taste for fruit as Grimm. Lewk has a full set of strong teeth which allow him to bite through solid chunks with no problem, the twins are still toothing so soft foods are better for them. Having parents with almost opposite tastes is very good for them, since they get to grow with a very balanced diet - FPK encourages them to eat meat, and Grimm always has some fruit to add to their plate and make the meal more rich in different nutrients. Though it's worth mentioning that they don't share Grimm's taste in blood, mainly because they don't actually need it like he does.

Hornet is still an omnivore, though she definitely sticks to meat more often than not - Herrah's part of her genes. She's not as fond of fruits as FPK is, but she can still eat them without much issue. Her diet consists of primarily meat, anything else is just a small bonus that isn't necessary. Though unlike her father, she does cook her food every time, she's not as big of a fan of raw meat as he is, and she enjoys adding ingredients to really bring out the flavor.

Holly, on the other hand, is a carnivore. Well, the void inside their body is carnivorous, at least. It can consume other types of food, though it doesn't get any nutrition, so it primarily survives by absorbing meat. Luckily, they don't get any side effects, so if they enjoy the taste of something that isn't meat, they can still eat it without consequences. Also, I like to think that with non-edible objects, they're able to store them inside of their body, kind of a little nod to how The Knight is able to store all kinds of items and upgrades without any pockets. As to how they eat, they can either do it through their eye hole, or through their whole body using void tendrils (their body basically "opens up" like some kind of eldritch mouth, it's a very unsettling sight). They don't have a mouth, so that is how they absorb their food. They also don't have an actual stomach, so the food simply gets dissolved by the void.

Zote is the only herbivore of the family, his diet consists of plants, roots and fruit, and other non-meat foods. I think he would quite enjoy honey as well. But generally, while the others hunt animals (or other bugs in Grimm's case) for food, Zote eats only plant-based meals. Of course, he can eat it in the form of soups and other meals with various ingredients, but as long as there's no meat in his food, he'll be fine. It does mean that he's put in a quite morbid situation, where he feels like a prey animal surrounded by its natural predators, and he often gets very grossed out when they eat in his presence (he can stomach seeing Hornet eat since she prepares her food in a way that makes it easier to separate it from the source, but FPK doesn't bother with that, so if Zote follows him on a hunt, he has to watch him eat his food just as he caught it - shell, bones and everything else. Not the most pleasant sight, especially to a herbivore).

[beardedmrbean]

TikTok has given oxygen to some truly outlandish dietary suggestions. Last year, the recommendation to cook one's chicken in NyQuil trended enough that it caused the U.S. Food and Drug Administration to issue a formal statement warning against the practice. "Healthy Coke" went viral as well after a TikTok influencer claimed that mixing sparkling water with salad dressing could create a healthy alternative to drinking Coca-Cola. Claims or recommendations like these often masquerade as "hacks," but they fly in the face of scientific research - or in most cases, even sound logic.

The latest such trend that's gone viral, thanks to TikTok influencers like Pauly Long and the Liver King, is the suggestion to consume raw meat, purportedly to increase energy and improve digestion.

Can you eat raw beef?

Such benefits aren't backed by science, however, and the recommendation to eat raw beef isn't supported by any health agency either. In fact, the United States Department of Agriculture (USDA) specifically recommends against the practice or even sampling small amounts of raw or undercooked meat.

Not only should you not eat raw beef, it's also important to be careful when handling it. "Make sure to wash hands, separate raw meat from other foods, and promptly store leftovers to ensure safe handling of all cooked foods," advises Audra Wilson, MS, bariatric dietitian at Northwestern Medicine Delnor Hospital.

What is dangerous about eating raw beef?

Failing to do so or choosing to eat raw meat despite warnings against the practice can lead to some potential consequences. Raw beef often contains harmful bacteria such as salmonella, campylobacter, listeria and E. coli - each of which can disrupt the body's digestive tract and cause foodborne illness. Such illnesses can lead to "food poisoning symptoms like vomiting and diarrhea," cautions Wilson. In the elderly, children, and pregnant women, she adds, such bacteria "can cause more severe illness or even death."

The only way to eliminate such risks and kill harmful bacteria associated with raw meat is by cooking it thoroughly, says Julia Zumpano, RD, a registered dietitian at Cleveland Clinic’s Center for Human Nutrition.

At what temperature is beef considered safe to eat?

That means cooking one's meat to temperatures that surpass even what some people order their steaks at in restaurants. "Rare or medium rare steaks still have potential for these bacteria," cautions Zumpano, "it's just much less when compared to raw beef."

To stay on the safe side, the USDA recommends cooking beef, bison, veal, goat, and lamb until it has an internal temperature of 145 degrees, then letting it rest for 3 minutes before cutting into it or eating. Leslie Bonci, MPH, RDN, a sports dietitian for the Kansas City Chiefs and founder of Active Eating Advice, says that ground beef and sausage needs to be cooked even longer, until it reaches an internal temperature of at least 160 degrees. "That's the only way to destroy harmful bacteria that causes food poisoning," she says.

And don't forget to use a meat thermometer when checking meat temperatures. "Accurately use a meat thermometer by inserting it into the thickest part of the beef," advises Wilson. "Using your eyes or nose alone are not effective ways to determine the doneness of meat," echoes Bonci. ___________________________________

Can we maybe just let the herd cull itself here on this one?

Just this once maybe we could try it

[d0etickk]

Bio for Violet, all but her full story-form backstory. Woo!

(made this moodboard quick lol)

Name: Violet Annabeth McCain

Nicknames: Vi, Violet in Wonderland(affectionately named by her paternal grandmother after her habits of wondering off/zoning out as a kid before it all got way too creepy), Alice(same reason)

Age: Around 23 when first turned. Few years older in most I write about her.

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual/demiromantic

Nationality: American

Height: 5’8

Songs I associate with her: The Killing Moon - Echo & The Bunnymen, The Downward Spiral - Nine Inch Nails, Fool - Bôa, Zero - The Smashing Pumpkins, Rotten Apple - Alice In Chains, Mustard Seed - Kidneythieves, All I Want - The Cure, Freak On a Leash - Korn

Personality: Fascinated with death and decay.

Feral barn cat vibes. Can come off as curt or bitchy. Afraid of showing weakness/vulnerability(partly trauma and partly instinct, scared of being further hurt/exploited), but painfully craves safety and genuine connection. Self isolates as a coping mechanism.

A standoffish person, until she’s really comfortable. Can be blunt and/or out of pocket without realizing it. Deadpan sense of humor.

Addictive personality; lives dopamine hit to dopamine hit, has trouble telling herself “no” when nobody is there to interject. Craves catharsis(usually destructively).

“I can’t fix him, but I think I could top him and maybe that would calm him down” energy.

Can be flighty, relishes in escaping consequences. Lives in a cycle of numbness/denial, misery, and borderline mania. Copes with feelings of powerlessness/hopelessness with violence and/or isolation and vices. Grudge holder.

Love/hate relationship(kind of a phobia) with deer.

Mental illness: Struggles with disassociation(formed when she was young as a coping mechanism, persists into adulthood). Anxiety stemming from living in an abusive household.

Fun facts: Large birthmark on her left hip. Sometimes whistles when she talks. Says certain words differently(picked up from her grandparents lol) - ex. "warsh". Has an old pickup from her grandparents that she was fixing up before being infected. Always uncomfortably warm to the touch.

A time after her infection, she discovered she wasn’t the only Host THE STAG had. Vi spent a chunk of time hunting down and killing off another Host, which had conflicting reactions from THE STAG. While entertaining and impressive for a weaker Host to manage, the actions still warranted punishment and repayment. That is why present day Violet is far more mutated and ravenous than what she should have been in her stage of infection. She was forced to stop rebelling as such to not lose more of herself so rapidly(for now at least). She remains avoidant and hostile toward other Hosts.

Important family: Mother, Donna McCain(dead). Father, Bob McCain(deadbeat). Maternal grandparents Bonnie and Steve Sweeney-Graham(alive), which she stayed with her teen years onward.

Strengths: Survival knowledge(hunting, tracking, foraging, etc.), first aid knowledge, good with a hunting rifle, decent at stealth. Little more than average knowledge on fixing cars.

Abilities: Heightened senses: can track basic scent trails, can see fairly well in the dark, high stamina/endurance, heightened pain tolerance(or at least ability to mask pain), quicker healing process with greater capability(Hosts are pretty hard to kill), heightened immune system, ability to digest raw meat without issue. Teeth regrow(Knocked one out? Give it a couple weeks, it’ll be back brand new).

Weaknesses: Frequent headaches and body aches. Not as effective in close combat compared to shooting ability. Gets hungry much quicker, has to consume a lot of calories to sustain herself(body weight fluctuates quickly, especially in the winter). Doesn’t get much sleep, always a little sleep deprived. Injury prone(since she was a kid, but more so now that body is less mentally restricted), sensitive to light and noise, zones out/gets distracted easily, especially by animals(on the flip side, gets super focused on one thing and becomes unaware of surroundings), quick temper, foggy memory/can be forgetful.

Fighting style: A stealth and endurance hunter. Prefers to hunt long-range with her hunting rifle, or use traps. Tries not to directly confront, but gets real flexible about that the hungrier she gets. When confronted directly, fights like a cornered animal.

Brief backstory(subject to change as I write the actual story, of course):

Violet lived with her parents for the first decade of her life. Her mother working part-time, her trophy hunting father being an abusive drunk who made existing around him borderline impossible. At 11 years old, Violet's parents divorced - only for her mother to fall ill months later. She became bedridden, and Vi went to live with her maternal grandparents part-time(her eccentric "Grammy" and borderline dooms-dayer Grandpa), while seeing her father, paternal grandparents, and cousins on the weekends. This is when The Stag began stalking her - starting in the woods behind her paternal grandparent's country home, where her father was now living, persisting even as she went back home(albeit less intensely).

Vi was an extremely troubled child during this point of her life, becoming obsessed with death, and imagery of deer. On weekends, she would often disappear into the forest while the other children played around the neighborhood, coming back dirty and glassy eyed to grandparents worried sick. At home, she’d draw pictures—the same kind every time—and stare endlessly out the window into the fields beyond the streetlights.

The child eventually began having behavioral issues; becoming irritable, territorial over her food and belongings, picking fights with other children, and wondering off without permission. The very last straw was when she was caught by one of her cousins in the trees, smeared in blood, chewing on a dead bird.

She was then pulled from visitations and schooling and put into therapy. These issues were chocked up to strain from the divorce and her mother's illness worsening pre-existing conditions, compounding on bullying in school. These claims were solidified as the child’s issues slowly eased with consistent counseling and isolation from wooded areas.

Counseling, however, could not fix the wound The Stag had inflicted on her psyche. Violet’s time in therapy mainly taught her that she did not enjoy being the center of attention—that it was better to conceal things, pretend like nothing was wrong, and save herself the trouble.

Violet, as she aged and The Stag could no longer verbally communicate with her, lost a lot of the memory of her childhood(both organically from trauma, and purposefully from The Stag). She’d forgotten much of her outbursts, and of her time in the forest behind that house. Violet simply tried not to think about the missing pieces, as they both unsettled and humiliated her. The Stag’s voice instead faded into her subconscious, intending to continue influencing her now in subtle ways.

By high school, two years after the Stag could no longer verbally communicate with her, she had become a quiet, well-mannered, if a bit strange kid. Isolated, little friends, trying to salvage what she had of a quiet schooling experience, despite the lingering issues with her mental health(that she learned to push down and mask, if she wanted any kind of peace with her family).

This time of her life was when she really got close with her maternal grandparents, especially her grandpa. Her mental state was at an all-time high. While not saying much, it gave her the chance to bond over shared interests and develop essential life skills: such as underage use of a firearm, canning homegrown foods, and being forced to learn mechanic skills if she ever wanted to drive. Her grandpa even gifted her an old broken down pickup to eventually use, teaching her how to fix it up.

Months after her 18th birthday, Violet's mother passed away, as her condition had gradually worsened over the years. Violet herself had mentally prepared for this, rationalized it completely out enough to numb herself. Her grandparents, however, did not do as well. Her grammy went into a depressive spiral and became all but a recluse, and her grandpa kept himself busy with work and chores to mask the grief.

It was harder to deal with the shift of her grandparent’s personalities than the death of her mother itself. At home was the only place Violet didn't feel like a ghost, or some kind of freak.

It didn’t get much easier in the years approaching her 23rd birthday. While she wasn’t taking care of her grammy, or trying her best to have a real conversation with her grandpa again, she kept herself busy. Busy shooting, working, and most notably fixing up the old truck—which felt like an utterly empty task without her grandfather’s help.

She grew distant with her friend-acquaintances after graduation and wondered aimlessly trying to figure out what she wanted to go to college for, if she even wanted college, or something else. She certainly didn't do good enough in high school for any scholarships—and her track record wasn’t the cleanest either. That didn’t stop any of her still present family members from badgering her about finding a career path, and furthering her education, instead of reclusing and scraping by working minimum wage.

To make things even worse, missing fragments of her childhood had begun to gnaw at the fragile strings of her mind. She’d recall things — images, voices in nightmares, overcome with a sense of nostalgic dread, awaking as if the darkness of her room and the moonlit fields outside her neighborhood held a thousand eyes, all staring at her.

At that time, Violet couldn’t manage a single full night of sleep.

She eventually, despite knowing about the addiction that ran in her family, found vices to escape her worries, upon her own worsening mental health and relapse into past negative habits.

Violet felt like spectator walking through her own life, watching from third person. Too depressed and cowardly to rekindle past friendships, reduced to an afterthought within the walls of her own home. Tormented by a sickening sense of purpose she just couldn’t place. She felt like a nobody, spiraling deeper and deeper into a black hole of terrifying, confusing nothing.

The Stag did not feel the same way.

Isolated prey are the easiest to pick off, but Violet fell to a much less merciful fate than death.

Deep in the trees, Violet came to know the feeling of being prey—and the purpose the hunter had for her all along.

(Present Vi is a couple years after her infection, having fled home to live a life on the outskirts of society, in the woods half of the year, venturing outside when she can blend in. She remains as distant as she can manage while handling the grief of the life that was ripped away from her, the uncontrollable hunger and mutations she was now plagued by, and the parasitic entity that forced it all upon her.)

[dragonskxn]

The perks of being a dragon are that Annalise can eat and digest just about anything due to her high pH levels in her gut. Strong, strong stomach acids. She doesn't have to worry much about parasites or harmful bacteria from eating raw meat.

However, she can still get sick from airborne illnesses and the like. Even dragons can get the sniffles!

[judesbelligoal]

Hey,

I have been gathering information about Harland and his weird, quiet connection to the alt-right movement. I am not accusing him but I have noticed a lot of things. Please excuse my English as well.

1. Raw Milk and carnivore diet - Hear me out. I’ve noticed Erling likes to make a point of letting everyone knows he drinks raw milk. Of course there’s many different health risks when drinking raw milk. Raw Milk has been heavily linked to the alt-right for a while now. These articles will explain the link better than I can:

https://www.politico.com/news/magazine/2024/03/10/the-alt-right-rebrand-of-raw-milk-00145625

https://gnet-research.org/2022/10/10/the-emerging-raw-food-movement-and-the-great-reset/

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/17/us/white-supremacists-science-dna.html

This raw milk trend is also based on the face that white supermacists believe that only white/european people are able to properly digest raw milk. Bear in mind this is not based in any scientific evidence. They are just weirdos. Haaland also makes a point of showing off how much red meat he eats. People who follow the carnivore diet also usually drink raw milk. This raw food trend is heavily linked with ‘trad’ living’. Where man rules over women, the woman stays home to raise children. As far as we know his girlfriend, who he started dating when she was a minor, doesn’t attend college and doesn’t work. She follows erring around. The perfect ‘trad’ girlfriend. He also follows a weird trad/carnivore account, “sol Brah”. Check out that page. He follows a few others but that’s the one I remember.

2. Trump - he has been caught in the past liking Trump’s tweets. There is no excuse.

3. Anti - Vaxx - He posted weird anti vaccine stuff in the past. https://www.reddit.com/r/Fauxmoi/comments/qgxb2r/comment/hibxn2i/

Im not gonna lie, this is obviously speculation but i never liked his spirit 😭

[inappropriate-aunt]

I get sooo scared when my dog barks. Like, it's so annoying that it's genuine fear and panic over something as mundane and expected as barking. But there's something broken in my brain and I can't handle loud noises.

I'm sitting out here on the porch wishing I were having some weed to be honest. Tomorrow will be two weeks off it. I'm wondering, do I keep going? Keep the streak up? See if I can handle the world so raw? I'm definitely twitchier. More prone to anxiety. Jumpy. Which is exactly what the weed is meant to treat, of course. But I always get a little afraid that it's making me forgetful, lowering my intelligence, making me lazy. Maybe that's just all the anti-drug propaganda bouncing around in my head from latent DARE assignments.

As if Officer Rides-A-Bike never smoked a joint. Give me a break.

Honestly I'd like to try shrooms. I hear they do good things for jumpstarting your brain out of a depressive funk. But you know me, and I don't want to do it alone. I want it to be a group activity. And everyone is always so busy. I wish we weren't. I wish we worked three days a week and saw our friends and family the other days.

I'm slowly feeling more like myself but I wonder for how much longer? The days are growing shorter. I worry. My coworker and friend says that it's the worrying that will kill us, the stress. People who don't care about the world, they don't worry, they don't stress, so they live years and years past when we expect them to. No matter how much cocaine and soda and red meat they consume.

I wish I had the capacity not to care, but then I wouldn't be ME. I care so much. I worry so much. I want to take away the troubles of the people I love. But I feel so powerless. I'm not rich. And I'm not a good enough liar to become rich. I can't even go to a bowling alley without getting overwhelmed by sounds.

I was sitting out here wishing I had a drink because I got thirsty, and then I remembered that I stashed a caprisun in my side table for just such an occasion. When I was a kid my mom wouldn't let me have caprisun because 'sugary drinks will make you fat'. But somewhere along the way in my late twenties after I thought I had already recovered from my eating disorder I realized I could mentally drink things with calories again and that was when I started buying caprisun. They're delicious. Everything I ever wanted as a kid. Now if only yoohoo made something dairy free I could digest it.

Mom didn't let me have anything with calories except skim milk and... maybe diet Snapple? I think that had like five calories? Anyway, now she buys me caprisun sometime when she finds it on sale. And ice cream. I think it's her way of trying to apologize for contributing to me getting an eating disorder. I don't blame her, but she did contribute to it. I'm not mad at her, though. It was a lot of things that did it. My sister isn't handling it as well. She lashes out a lot. I worry about her. I wonder how long it will be until she addresses how she really feels.

God, but when she does I also know she's going to be so annoying about her newfound realizations. But I'll be patient. I know we're all annoying when we figure ourselves out. Or think we have, at least. I am, definitely.

I want to go tour a chocolate factory. I want to blow up a weapons factory. I want to jump on a trampoline and lay in a hammock.