#Curious Cat|Bug Eater

[genshin-hater]

Most Likely To Eat A Bug Tierlist

I spent so so so much time looking through voicelines about fave/least fave foods so I can say with 1000% confidence that I am correct and will NOT be accepting critique at this time

Explanations under the cut:

Has To Be Physically Stopped From Eating Random Bugs

Enthusiastic bug eaters. Will see a bug and pop that right in their mouth if no one stops them. I feel like these ones are pretty self explanatory. Razor because he's absolutely feral, Klee because she is very small and if you've ever worked with little kids... you know. Xiangling because she is an insane person when it comes to testing the limits of food. Qiqi has no sense of taste, I'd imagine Baizhu probably has to stop her from eating genuinely inedible things from time to time. Diona, Kirara, Lynette because, well, have you ever met a cat?

"Bugs are a regular part of many cuisines around the world it's not a big deal"

Smarty, well travelled types. They're worldly, they're cultured! They're also not terribly picky eaters! Beidou likes anything spicy, Kazuha and Haitham like anything that's flavored well (and Haitham isn't all that fussed about how food looks, either). Nahida is just naturally curious (though she is scared of fish and doesn't like them lol), so I think she'd be willing to give a well prepared bug dish a try. Faruzan is used to oooolllld Sumeru cuisine, and I image she would not turn her nose up at a traditionally prepared bug dish. Baizhu cares more about a foods nutritional density, and Tighnari lives in the woods and definitely definitely eats bugs.

If there's nothing else, food is food

May not be thrilled to eat bugs, but they know not to turn down a meal when the going gets tough. Almost everyone in this category is operating from the same logic, whatever is necessary to continue their journey or mission. There are some notable entries. Mona is only opposed to food that leaves her still feeling hungry, or is too fancy and frivolous. I think she'd appreciate the value in a nutritionally dense and protein-filled bug dish. The only food Gorou can't eat is onions, and otherwise is open to whatever is available. Collei noted that she'd eaten a lot of things while struggling on her own to get by, and isn't picky at all really. Cyno actually states that bugs and bug related foods are his least favorite of all, but he will still eat them when necessary.

Would try a bug once if dared or curious (or tricked into it)

The easily fooled and the boldly curious. People who would, knowingly or not, give a bug a try. Bennet is just unlucky and probably has accidentally eaten several already. Sucrose cares most about the nutritional density of her meals, and Albedo would have a scientific curiosity about it. Chungyun is absolutely getting played. Yun Jin eats the same thing every day and hates it, she'd be willing to try it just for something new. Yaoyao greatly admires Xiangling's cooking, and if Xiangling made her bugs she would eat them without question. Ayato loves trying weird food and also making Thoma try weird food, 10000% they have both tried bugs before, probably more than once. Itto has two brain cells that rarely work together, easily tricked into eating bugs (probably by Heizou tbh). Ei notably prefers sweets, but is generally just curious about what humans get up to in the modern day, and would try a prepared bug dish if offered. Navia is also a very adventurous eater, and her favorite food is anything new and interesting.

Would NOT try a bug themself but will dare/trick others into eating a bug

Tricksters, schemers, mischief makers the lot of them. Don't let these ones play you for a fool, they definitely would not eat bugs themselves but they 100% want to make some poor unsuspecting victim do it. Venti has absolutely tried this on Morax, more than once, despite repeated threats of death. Xingqui and Hu Tao have on more than one occassion gotten poor Chongyun to eat a bug. Yae Miko is... Yae Miko. Dori is just trying to turn a profit, selling bugs as a trendy new health food. Heizou loves nothing more than to be other people's problem. Lyney loves a mild amount of mischief, me thinks.

Would not try a bug, but wouldn't freak out about them

Politely declines bugs when offered. They aren't gonna freak out or be rude, because someone made this dish and clearly put in effort, but this is still a step too far out of the comfort zone then. This category was harder to pin down, and a lot of the deciding factor here was their voice lines for receiving a food they don't like. Gentle refusal, or apologies for being unable to eat what you've made (Amber, Ayaka, Nilou). Or otherwise, just people who aren't very reactive to begin with (Rosaria, Ningguang, Xiao), in which case, the answer is just a firm No, but no real fuss about it. Not much by way of notable entries here, but a few details stand out. Layla only seems to consume warm milk, sleeping pills, and take-out (girl get some HELP). Xiao actually ONLY eats Almond Tofu, so he'd refuse anything you bring him. Wriothesly refuses to drink Sigewinne's healthy smoothies, he's definitely not eating a bug but he won't make a stink about it.

HARD PASS

absolutely will NOT eat a bug, and will resent you for even offering. Fussy eaters, or just otherwise squeamish, these ones wont even entertain the idea. Kaeya is prissy, it's not happening, and the same goes for Fischl. Zhongli strongly dislikes fish or anything that reminds him of fish, and gives off the air of a quietly picky-eater. He would do his best to politely refuse, but internally is going "Ew Ew Ew". Yanfei's favorite food is tofu for its mild flavor and gentle texture, bugs would be... way too much for her lol. Xinyan is notably squeamish, one of her idles is freaking out over a frog coming too close. Definitely anti-bug. You can't even get Sayu to eat her veggies, she's NOT eating a bug. Kaveh is ALSO prissy, and Haitham would make fun of him for this. Wanderer barely eats as is, and he is constantly calling people 'unsightly insects'; he is not trying a bug. Furina is Furina, and Neuvilette only likes food that could be described as 'soggy as all hell', neither of them would be down for bugs. Ganyu is a strict vegetarian and bugs are not a vegetable, so a hard pass for her as well.

Will physically prevent others from eating bugs oh my god please don't do that

Would not eat a bug and will not let other people eat bugs around them. Not on their watch, put that DOWN. Jean believes knights should never be picky about food, but I highly doubt she would consider bugs edible just because of how unfamiliar they would be in Mondstat cuisine. She'd probably scold you for consuming something potentially hazardous. She and Lisa both also share the duty of stopping Klee from eating things she shouldn't so they're very very used to stopping people from doing this sort of thing. Diluc and Eula are both fancy well-bred folks who definitely definitely do not consider bugs food, and they're not about to let someone eat that in front of them. No. Absolutely not. If you're hungry, they'll buy you a meal but you shan't be eating that beetle, put that down. Keqing finds Xiangling's cooking extremely suspect, and doesn't approve of any unusual foods. If you're eating together, she's not gonna let that slide. Kokomi would probably immediately offer you something else, ANYTHING else. There's no need to eat that, please, surely even army rations would be better than that.

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i'm not even kidding when i say i put just. way more thought into this than was warranted. Truly there is something wrong with me for this. I literally spent my whole evening on this. I think whatever is going on in my brain needs to be added to the dsm5. Even so, i know i am entirely and indisputably correct.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

hello, i notice that your request were open and was wondering you could do a matchup for me? preferably for demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen, and one piece.

i'm 20 years old, hispanic, a virgo, and use she/her pronouns.

appearance: 4'11. pear body shape. shoulder length hair. dark brown eyes. sometimes wears glasses.

personality: i'm a little awkward and distant at first. mostly wanting to know if your intentions are good or not. but once i get to know you and feel comfortable around you... i can be quite sarcastic, honest (to the point where it has gotten me in trouble), very curious, mischievous, stubborn, a little odd, calm, and patient. talking is depending, i guess? i mostly talk out of necessity or, if asked, unless i wholeheartedly love and trust you so much. i also tend to ramble a lot when a subject that i know and/or love is brought up. i can be prideful to the point where i don't want to apologize, but i am learning that it's okay to make mistakes and that i am not always right or know all.

hobbies: listening to music. playing games. reading. stargazing. watching [anime, documentaries, movies, series, etc].

likes: art, cats & dogs, dr. pepper, fashion, music, reading, stargazing, webtoon/manhwas.

dislikes: coffee, heights, hot temperature/weather, insects, overcrowded places, when people make fun of me for being a picky eater

love language(s): gift giving and acts of service.

extra: i really want to have tattoos. my favorite colors are pink and green. physical touch kind of scares me. and i always want to look good even if i'm just going grocery shopping.

sorry for the request being so long ^^' and i hope you have a wonderful day!

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long.

You didn't specify whether you would prefer a male or female matchup (or if you didn't have a preference) so I've given you a male and female matchup for each fandom. As a result, the headcanons for each character are a bit shorter than normal. If you'd like more headcanons for any of the characters, please let me know and I'll happily write some up for you.

I hope you like your matchups!

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

Modern au Tanjiro is definitely a fan of webtoons. I can’t explain that, it’s just a feeling. He’d love to get some suggestions from you so you can talk about your favourite comics together.

More than willing to get rid of bugs for you. He’ll move them so they’re not bothering you and let them go somewhere they’ll be happy so they don’t come back.

You and Kanao are certainly a quiet couple but you get each other in ways others can’t. She might not say much but she’s very empathetic and understands you well.

She’s not a big fan of crowded places either so is more than happy to avoid those with you. If you do have to go somewhere crowded, Kanao will stay as close to you as possible without touching you so you’re both comfortable.

In Jujutsu Kaisen, I match you with...

I don’t see Megumi as a huge fan of physical touch himself so he’s more than happy to have his personal space. If you’re comfortable with linking pinkies while you walk or even just occasionally touching ankles while sitting together, he’s happy with that as well.

Enjoys watching documentaries with you. He finds them interesting and enjoys hearing you add any extra facts throughout. He’s always paying really close attention too so expect him to remember those details even months down the track.

Nobara is the outgoing sass to your quiet mischief. You’re actually a super chaotic and unstoppable due when put together so it’s great for you two and terrible for everyone else.

Oh, she’s so happy you like fashion. She might not be the most girly-girl out there but she’s still a teenage girl and can appreciate some good outfits when the mood strikes her.

In One Piece, I match you with...

You and Usopp would definitely be the art due of the crew. You’ve both got that creative spark in you and are more than happy to give each other feedback and advice when the other is stuck on something.

Since you’re both mischievous as well, I can see the two of you being the pranksters of the crew. No one is safe from your pranks. Hopefully you can run fast though, otherwise you might not always escape scott-free…

Vivi loves stargazing with you. She finds it super relaxing. Bonus points if you’re rambling about the stars. Vivi loves listening to you talk about your passions so it’s a win-win in her book.

Definitely not someone to tease you for being a picky eater. In fact, since she’s got access to private chefs, she’ll be able to ensure all of your meals are designed so you enjoy every bite.

[ask-steven-stevenson]

Psst. Hey. I heard you like foxes. You wanna talk about that?

"Yes! I would love to! out of all of the species that are out there, my all time favorite has to be fennec foxes! If you want I have a few facts." "So! They are omnivores and opportunistic eaters! They mainly feast upon bugs, locus, lizards and fruit! While they reside in North Africa, Sahara. Mainly in Sandy areas, arid grasslands and scrug vegetation. Even with all that information in mind, some places even allow you to have a fennec fox as a pet! Though it wouldn't be as easy to care for one like a dog or a cat. They are still able to live up to eleven years in human care! However if you do want to own one. You need to keep in mind a few things. The obvious is making sure it's legal. Secondly, they NEED their own room! They would not be able to live like us humans. For instance, They get cold around 70 degrees! You need to keep them warm. They did live in the Sahara after all. They are also very curious about their environment, so you MUST keep that in mind! They are also huge escape artists, and they love to chew and dig! they are very big investment! Plus one last quick fact! their ears can grow up to half the size of their own body!"

"I have.. more information but,, that's what I have for now."

[brooklynislandgirl]

Are there any physical items that make your muse happy? {Beth}

Soft, Silent, Sweet || Accepting

The question comes softly as they sit in their cardboard kingdom which is actually only the living room; each flat surface whether it's the couch deep enough for them both to while away a few drowsy hours when their bodies collapse into one another or the floor itself with its thick cushioning rugs strategically laid out for a kill-or-be-killed The Floor Is Lava game, is occupied with carefully labelled cartons. Winter wear. Summer wear. Pots and Pans. Miscellaneous. The only spot clear enough is where each of them sit, shifting through piles of what could be described as junk, as bric-a-brac, as incidentals amassed by the kind of hoarding that only the terribly rich and extravagant can truly accumulate physical items. Even beneath them are old coats of nightmarish proportions. Imperial era furs from far flung Europe. Trophies made out of animals who suffered to be skinned and worn by fancy people. The very idea of it repulses Beth so deeply that she can feel her own skin crawl at the mere thought. The other safe space is the wicker basket stuffed with pillows that Bug disdains, right next to the hearth, until it's time for the maid to dust or vacuum then it becomes something of the most contested territory outside of the Middle East. She is unaware of making a face or otherwise breaking the companionable silence between them as they sort items. Maybe she's stricken by the bright pall hanging over the outside, easily seen through windows. Fall in New Orleans is different than what she is now used to. Just as the cold, the bonfire of colours, the chilly drizzle was when she first came to the mainland. It sits about her shoulders like an unsettled sweater. Heavy. Uncomfortable. A little itchy around the edges but Beth's always been allergic to wool, real and imaginary. Maybe it's simply passing pieces of history out of her hands. Treasures of her ancestors that brought them joy or some other great emotion ~yes, even the hideous murder coats~ and were considered so important, so valuable both monetarily and in sentiment that they could not be passed along. That they had to be kept in the family so that they might never be lost. And here she is in the midst of it doing just that. Getting rid of them. Mostly dispassionately. Systemically. Just like she was a cast off to everyone but her brothers, and now Anakin himself. That doesn't sit well in her belly either and she shrugs off the feeling of it. Rouses herself from the mire of intrusive little thoughts. She glances up and over at Anakin, offering him one of those soft and short lived smiles of hers. The kind that tells him she has only half heard what he's asked and is sorting it out in her mind so it doesn't get answered with something absurd. She always feels like he deserves so much better than what she can really offer to the world most of the time. She picks up her phone and pauses the music that is playing on shuffle; his choices, hers. Some they picked out separately and others together. A perfect if eclectic blend of both of them. She then hikes herself up to her feet and places her hands at the small of her back, stretching this way and that and for a split second it sounds like every cell of her body is letting lose a bombardment of microscopic fireworks for all she creaks and pops doing so. She puts him off one more half second to take a sip of tea she'd made that morning. "Nevah been one dem materialistic kind, ya know? I suppose dat was one of da Admiral's complaints. Couldn't buy me off wi' promises of ponies or dolls or pretty t'ings from his exotic ports of call. S'nevah been my way an' nevah been da way of my people. Not dat he had to, mind ya, I was always...obedient sort." What she means to say is that she was always the portrait of a submissive young woman. Even when she was grown she was perfectly content to follow Andy's lead, to do what she was told so long as the requests and demands fell within her paradigm. The amount of nevers she throws out is indicative of the seriousness with which she's taking his question. It also doesn't come up

often, her world view. How she fits the things she sees with the things she knows and therefore pulls on the threads of the Tapestry to achieve her will. Her magick is a quieter sort. Some could tell Anakin it's fear of paradox and an unwillingness to push the very boundaries of reality. Others could tell him that maybe his Master lacks the actual degree and control to effect changes in even the bloodiest of Verbena ways. Those might be approaching the truth and still fall far short of it. And she rarely believes there's a need to explain and to dazzle. And while she believes in the maxim 'as above, so below', it is perhaps better for her to say 'as within, so without'.

"So my honu...ah...turtle," she says quietly, eyes straying toward the ceiling as though she could see through it and into the floor above their heads and the one above that. To her bed which is made tight enough to bounce quarters off as she'd been taught to do in early childhood to pass inspection. "I know its old an' not very beautiful now. Wi' it button eyes an' worn bits and odd patches of different materials but mebbe dat's why I love it. Now dat I'm t..." A tiny hint of vanity, she catches herself before saying her age aloud. "...I'm old, it has live wi' me for decades. Andy gave it to me back in lil kid time. T' keep me company when I was in da hospital cause of my leg." She doesn't talk about that either, though she has told him the faintest limp comes from the shortened tendon and atrophied muscle, the nerve damage that only healed to a certain point beyond medical practices. She told him it could have been worse. That keeping it only cost her the dreams of dancing as a prima ballerina for the Bolshoi some day. Nevermind that she would never have been tall or Russian enough, nor was ballet her passion for longer than a few months, and mostly because she had really admired her mother's copy of Baryshnikov's Nutcracker Prince. She also doesn't feel the need to explain any further to Anakin. She would bet her life on the fact that he'd lost back in that terrible night his own version of her honu. He would understand without having to understand that there are some things in life that irreplaceable, that are so tied to one's memory of a person or a place that have passed beyond the ability to reach again that the loss of the item would be a scar on the soul. And with Andy cold and buried in stone....she sniffs loudly and looks away, that same sad smile still fixed in place. "Uhm, my Makapu'u Lighthouse nightlight." That was another gift from Andy. Her brothers always knew better. Andy was the first to stumble on the idea that the dark had petrified her and he'd bought the sandstone creation, artfully sculpted and painted by the hand of a local artist on a class field trip. He'd promised her it would always be a trickle of light no matter how dark things seemed, and that every time it burned through the night that it would be an extension of him, protecting her with every ounce of his being. Beth always thought she was a romantic at heart but her older brother was the chivalric ideal of that. Anakin knows that lighthouse like he knows her turtle. They form a trinity, the turtle and the light and herself. And no matter what storm or power glitch hits New Orleans, it never burns out and it never loses its glow even when the transformers blow or lines go down. And no matter what, all three are always there for Anakin, in the dark. "Uhm. My oddah braddah." There's a look that crosses her face. One that startles not because of what it conveys but what it doesn't. The three words ought to have cracked her face like a porcelain mask. Laid her wide open and vulnerable for the vultures of memory to pick apart. But it's a soft pain, one wrapped up preciously so as not to chip or get covered in dust. As if she fears of speaking it too loudly and thus etch fingerprints on it that will be indelible. Her throat rises and falls as she tries valiantly to swallow it all down. It might have worked and it might not have. She turns away from Anakin before he can really pass judgement on her, not that she can imagine he ever would. Picks something up. Maybe handkerchiefs, maybe an old shirt. Something to do with her hands as she folds it carefully. Tightly. Puts it in an open box. "Real complicated story, but needless t' say we only got a few chances t' be t'geddah as small keiki. It wasn't til aftah we move to da mainland dat we all found each oddah all ovah again. An' ya know wha? Aftah all dat time? Still wearin' dis lil bracelet he made for us. One day on da beach he found t'ree perfect lil cowrie shell. And he had some yarn. Made one for each of us. Wears his. Wear mine. Andy...kept his in his pocket, a good luck

charm." She waves her wrist and the little bracelets there jingle together but sure enough there's a shell bound to blue yarn, more prominent than the others that are all thread-thin silver. The shell seems to press into her pulse as if drawn to it, smooth and brown and speckled, glossy with its own seeming life. What he doesn't really know, Anakin that is, is it's not far from the truth. It isn't merely lovely, merely sentimental in value. She has prayed over it under moonlight atop Mount Kaʻala, Oʻahu's highest point and sought the blessing of air and fire. She has washed it in her Mother's waves and sought the blessing of water and salt. Her resonance sings from the little talisman, which stores a small measure of tass within its pattern. A little 'primal energy in-case of emergency insurance' as Billy would say. And that, in and of itself, is a lesson she's not sure she's covered entirely to her or Anakin's satisfaction. She has explained that quintessence is the raw material of reality. That it is the same thing as Chi, Sekhem, Gnosis. That the Fae hold it as glamour and that the blood of vampires is theorised to be fused with it, thus explaining its supernatural properties. It flows through the pattern of everything in existence, essentially keeping them in existence. But then things get a strangely murky, drowning in a quagmire of abnormality. She knows at some point she lost him trying to explain how it shouldn't be hypothetically possible for quintessence to become trapped as it can not also be divided, measured or contained. And still it happens. Whether like her shell, or as particularly vivid mushrooms found in a forest glade or turning up as previously lost socks in a laundromat. She's let the matter drop for more practical and useful lessons, but that doesn't mean she can alleviate the feeling of guilt for doing so. Not when Anakin himself is such an avid and curious learner, one who wants to know as much as possible in the shortest amount of time. Of course, she realises now that she's trailed off in her own mind and that he is doing his level best not to dart between the shell and the need to touch it, feel the cool smoothness and gloss of it, and paying attention to the stories she tells. So she shakes her head as she often does. Self-chastisement in gentle fashion. "My bone athame I suppose counts, too, but less because I'm tied to it..." Not entirely true, since it was her bone to begin with and her blood used in its creation. All the pain and rage and emotional-spiritual anguish that made it special, a unique focus for her magick. "...but because it's a tool an' it's a tether. I don' t'ink I can say it make me...happy. In fact, I don' associate happiness wi' any real material possessions. For me, it's all about people, feelings. Love an' kindness. Helpin' where I can t' make da kine beddah. An' where I no can...jus' wanna make sure I don' make it worse...ya know? Then she frowns. Tilts her head toward him and then she offers him a shy grin. "I lie. Dis..." She lifts her hand to her throat, where his Christmas gift lays against her skin, warm from her body. "Dis make me happy because if was t'oughtful an' it was sweet an' wholly unexpected. An' da possum card ya give me first Christmas. Dat make me happy too because you put yaself into it. Like you put yaself into alla kine ya care for. An' so it reminds me dat you t'ink I was special enough t' go out ya way. An' because it's beautiful. Alla dat bein' said, I do wanna aks...what makes you wanna know? Like were ya sit dere an' t'ink t' yaself 'ho, get too much junks insai our hale?' An' is really okay if ya did, cause I t'ink we do. But also...see somet'ing ya wan or need...take it."

[hxhbutimavampire]

ADULT TRIO CHOLDHOOD HCS

⚠️TW: MENTIONS OF ABUSE⚠️

Chrollo

Very adventurous!

Liked to collect things

Always had a big group of kids following him

Dad was a hunter, traveled around Meteor City a lot to find thrown-away treasure

Mom was dead :(

Always led the group games when he played, all the other kids looked up to him (even if they were older than him)

Loved bugs, but HATED maggots (which were very prominent in a city full of trash)

Dad was killed by a group of thieves (coincidence...?)

Probably had an older girl pierce his ears with an old ass needle (which is hella dangerous but they didn’t give af)

Hisoka

Mom was a retired performer

Dad was a drunk and was abusive :(

He found comfort in candies and watching his mother’s old performance videos 

Always tried to smile through hard times to keep his mom from being sad (even if he was beaten badly)

Was pretty lonely as a kid. He was probably banned or restricted from leaving his house 

On top of all that they were poor :(((

Would feed street cats

Was very curious, but was also very scared and alert most of the time

Had terrible nightmares :(

(Why am I making him suffer,,,)

Very shy and quiet once he was introduced into the public

Illumi

This is kind of self-explanatory, but

Was a curious kid, but in an Addams family way

Helped train Mike (they were friends despite his dad disapproving)

Was close to milluki (they drifted apart once killua got older)

A big eater! He and milluki had the same diet but Illumi has a FAST metabolism 

Had his hair long for a while, but his dad insisted on cutting it

Got the worst of the abuse out of the Zoldyck kids since he was the first ‘guinea pig’ kid

Had a stuffed animal named Gitturackur that he put needles into, hence his disguise name

Had lots of stuffies even though his family thought it was childish 

(These are just my HCS!)

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Masterlist 1 Mystic Messenger Fluff/Crack/Other

Going camping with the RFA+V and Saeran!

RFA+minor trio opening a tight jar

Poly relationship with Jumin and the Choi twins

Seven teaching MC Programming for a school project!

RFA+V and Saeran with an MC who smokes cigs

RFA+V and Saeran with an MC who self harms (TW)

RFA with and MC who decimates their catcallers

RFA+ V and Saeran with a shy MC

RFA with a super bubbly MC

One and Only Brother (Saeyoung x Mc)

Bubbly MC with V and Saeran

RFA + V and Saeran with and MC who has toxic parents

Reaction to Jumin and the Choi boys to a horse riding date

RFA + Saeran with a belle like MC

RFA comforting a sad MC

Summer time with the RFA+Saeran

RFA with an MC who is a picky eater

MC writes a song for the RFA

Saeran+V with an MC who is with an abusive partner (TW: mentions of abuse and a toxic partner)

Jumin and Seven with an MC who has an abusive partner:

Zen and Jumin with an MC who doesn’t like tea

RFA+V and Saeran where they’re stuck in an elevator with MC

RFA+ V and Saeran with a bold drunk MC

RFA PLUS v and Saeran with a foreign exchange student

RFA with a S/O that has tourettes

RFA + Saeran with an MC that falls asleep randomly

RFA+V and Saeran where MC’s cat disappears

RFA+V and Saeran reading the MC to sleep

RFA+V and Saeran with MC that blurts out “you’re beautiful”

Rfa+V and Saer when the MC has a nightmare

RFA+V and Saeran comforting and MC who had a panic attack

What if MC was the one stabbed during V route

RFA with an MC studying for the LSAT

Poly relationship with Jumin and Saeran in Mint Eye

RFA with an MC who overworks themselves

Poly relationship with Saeyoung and Yoosung

RFA with a witch MC

Saeyoung and MC preparing for parenthood

RFA with an MC who is on her period

Jumin and MC’s reaction when their parents start dating

Saeyoung with an MC with social anxiety

MC calling the RFA because she saw her dog’s willy

Saeran teaching Saeyoung how to cook:

Saeyoung and V teaching MC to drive:

MC who doesn’t like guys with lots of muscles:

MC accidentally confessing to the RFA+V and Saeran:

Jumin reacting to an MC who eats Elizabeth’s poop

RFA with an MC who makes self depreciating jokes:

RFA with an MC reading Killing Stalking:

RFA+Saeran with an MC that likes cosplaying:

MC slapping the butt of the RFA and saying mine:

RFA with an MC who is 10cm taller than them:

RFA+Saeran with a vegetarian/vegan MC:

RFA with an MC who sends audios of them laughing:

RFA with an MC who thought she couldn’t get pregnant but she actually did:

MC calling the RFA sluts (in a friendly way

 RFA switching bodies with MC:

RFA+V and Saeran with an MC who has a husband/waifu:

RFA with an MC in the hospital (fluff):

RFA + V and Saeran reacting to an MC that gets a sugar daddy/mommy:

Heartbreak (angst with a happy ending, MC x Seven):

MC threatening to cut of the RFA’s dick (a lot of crack pft)

RFA with an MC that bullies little kids in games:

RFA with an MC coming out as non-binary:

RFA+V and Saeran with a nb MC having a dysphoria breakdown:

RFA with an MC that can’t remove the tampon:

MC barking at the RFA:

RFA with an MC who is sassy and sarcastic:

RFA with an MC that streams on twitch:

RFA with an MC that wears onesies:

RFA with an MC that likes washing their hair

RFA reaction to see the MC singing and dancing: ONE OF MY FAVORITES

RFA’s bad traits:

RFA with an MC that thinks everything is cake:

RFA with an MC who is an amazing singer:

RFA finding MC’s baby pictures:

RFA BEACH TRIP

Furrmidable Date! (Saeyoung x MC)

RFA’s reaction to MC’s ex still trying to contact them:

RFA and the MC get lost in IKEA:

RFA + V and Saeran comforting a teen!MC

RFA with an MC who just got glasses:

Together (Saeran x fem!MC)

RFA+ V and Saeran as Disney characters: AHHH I LOVE THIS ONE AND I SERIOUSLY WANT TO DRAW EVERY SINGLE ONE LMAO

RFA kissing an MC with a tongue piercing:

RFA with an MC who tells them they’re curious about feet fetishes:

V and Saeran bad traits:

MM as Avatar characters

The RFA+minor trio with a stomach bug:

RFA+minor trio opening a tight jar:

MC making the RFA+V and Saeran (+alters) happy cry:

Addictions of the RFA+minor trio:

V’s Route but MC fell in love with Seven instead of V

V’s Route but Seven dies

RFA with an MC who doesn’t like to spend money on themselves:

RFA with an MC who listens to creepy pasta:

Rika with an insecure skinny MC:

Seven and Yoosung arguing over which anime girl is the best waifu (with Saeran slowly dying on the inside)

Rika with an MC that likes styling her hair:

JuminxV fluffy headcanons:

RFA with a MC’s who’s sister is dead but asks them if they’re cheating on them with their sister I honestly don’t know how to do the title lmao

Baking with V for his birthday

Jumin taking care of sick V:

RFA members with a podcast

MC taking care of hungover RFA members+minor trio!

Comfort (MC x Suit!Saeran) tw: mentions of abuse:

MC giving belly rubs to the RFA+minor trio to soothe a tummy ache:

RFA+minor duo with two spiders running towards them in the bathroom:

Seven, Jumin, Yoosung+minor trip reacting to MC fucking murdering Rika:

RFA with an MC who has turned into a worm:

V asking a shy MC to model for him

RFA+V reaction to a strong, dotting MC:

RFA+V and Saeran when MC suddenly pulls their pants down in public:

H*lding h*nds with Jumin:

A random little party between the RFA members

Pranking V+Saeran(and then comforting them.)

RFA+minor trio with MC as their teenage sister:   Part 2

RFA+V reaction to a spider jumping out when they’re in the bathroom:

RFA+minor duo reacting to MC switching bodies with Eli:

RFA+minor trio’s reaction to their stomach growling when they’re cuddling with the MC (that’s a long ass title lmao)

RFA+minor trio+Rika playing among us:

RFA with an MC who is secretly hurting (tw abusive relationship):

Imaginary Friend: (Jumin x Fem!MC) Part 1

RFA’s reaction to MC being a mermaid:

MC wno already knew Zen cuz they worked at the bar his gang hung out in

Jumin x V wedding hcs:

Friendship hc for MM characters:

Saeyoung comforting an MC after they lost their cat: 

MM characters reacting to their stomach growling in front of MC:

V and Saeran with their stomach growling next to MC:

Jumin pulling down the RFA members pants:

NSFW

Jumin with an insecure chubby MC

RFA with a virgin MC (NSFW)

RFA with an MC that can pole dance

RFA with an MC who has a degradation kink

Punishment (Fem! MC x Seven)

RFA+ Saeran reacting to an MC who moans their name in her sleep

RFA with a masochist MC

Car sex with Saeyoung

Saeran with a petite chubby MC

Zen+Mannequin trio (NSFW-ish?)

RFA with an MC who likes the possibility of getting caught (nsfw-ish)

Tease (Jumin x MC, NSFW)

RFA with an MC that likes to be dominant in bed (nsfw]:

Shut up and drive (Seven x MC, nsfw-ish)

Lesson time (Jumin x MC, nsfw)

RFA with an MC who likes to play with the guys soft d*cks (crack, nsfw I guess? Pft)

First time (Jumin x MC, NSFW)

RFA+ V’s reactions when MC bursts into the bathroom. (With a bit of smut)

Jumin x V, HCS NSFW version:

JuminxV (NSFW-ish) Birthday edition

Sub! V hcs:

Pegging V (NSFW)

RFA+minor duo with a lady on the streets and a monster on the sheets (NSFW)

Angst

Breaking up with the RFA because they cheat on MC

I’ve always loved you (Jumin x MC) happy ending

Rejection (idk can’t write titles lmao, Seven x MC angst):

Regret: TW Mentions of death and suicide

Mistake (AKA ME-okno I’ll stop) Jumin angst:

Falling out of love with the RFA+Saeran:

Seduce Me the Otome

James with an insecure chubby S/O:

[thewordwideweb]

The curious life of quolls

There is just so much I don’t know.

The Word of the Day is “quoll.”

I was flipping around the TV channels last night, as one does, and I came upon a program on the Smithsonian Channel with the intriguing title, “Tasmania: the Curious Life of Quolls.” Now, you may be asking yourself – if you’re anything like me – “what the heck is a ‘quoll’ and why is its life so curious?”

The program guide description said, “A wildlife filmmaker finds a community of eastern quolls living in an abandoned farmhouse and spends a year capturing them.” Well, gee, that raises more questions than it answers. Like f’rinstance, if there are eastern quolls, are there also western ones? (Yes there are. There are also northern quolls, but curiously, no southern ones.) And why would someone spend a year catching them? And where did that name “quoll” come from, anyway?

Okay, a quick internet search turned up the following facts:

Quolls are native to Australia, New Guinea and Tasmania. They are marsupials; that is, they carry their babies in a pouch. A female can give birth to as many as 18 little quolls at a time, but the mother only has six teats to feed them, so any more than six babies usually don’t survive.

Quolls are carnivorous; that is, meat-eaters. In fact, they are the largest native carnivore on the Australian mainland. They eat most any critter smaller than themselves – lizards, chooks, bugs and so on. They are primarily nocturnal. They live in dens mostly on the ground but can climb trees. They weigh between 11 ounces (the small northern quolls) and 15 pounds (the fearsome “tiger quoll”).

Quolls are kind of cute, in an ugly sort of way. To me, they look like a cross between a possum, a cat, and a rat. They have sharp claws and powerful jaws. My wife says they look like a smaller version of a wombat, but since I had no idea what a wombat looked like, I didn’t use that description. (For the record, wombats appear to be way fuzzier). Quolls have pink noses and brown or black fur with white spots on their bodies and long, hairy tails. Their genus name, Dasyurus, actually means “hairy tail.” They usually live between two and five years.

And quolls are endangered, which is apparently why the wildlife photographer spent a year trying to catch them…and save them.

Since this is a Word of the Day post, I must tell you that the name “quoll” was derived from the word “dhigul” in the aboriginal language known as Guugu Yimithirr. But you probably already knew that. As far as I can tell, “quoll” means “native cat.”

If you were paying close attention, you may have noticed I said earlier that quolls eat chooks. I even saw an article from the New South Wales government website with the headline, “Protect your chooks and save our quolls.” So I guess “chooks” is your bonus Word of the Day. It’s Australian slang for “hen” or “chicken.” But please remember to keep your chooks and your quolls separated!

[cosleia]

What if Millicent wasn't a small cat but something tiger-sized and Pryde poked her with his stick one time too many?

The Deaths of Allegiant General Pryde, Part 6: Dinner

(kylux, preslash. content note: graphic descriptions of an animal mauling and eating a person)

“I understand you have a...pet,” said Allegiant General Enric Pryde, slapping his swagger stick into his palm.

General Armitage Hux’s office on the Steadfast was not large—nothing like his war room and engineering facilities on the Finalizer had been—but it had a desk and a chair and a door, and at this point that was all he could hope for. It did have its merits: Pryde had had to use the call box before entering, and he also had to stand while Armitage remained comfortable in his seat.

Armitage managed not to twitch at the sound of Pryde’s crop striking the leather of his glove. It was an obvious intimidation tactic, and Armitage was not intimidated by sanctimonious peons like Pryde. “Yes,” he said. “It’s my prerogative as ranking general.” He watched Pryde’s face, daring him to claim that his rank was higher. This issue had not yet come to a head, and Armitage was, quite frankly, tired of the chain of command being unclear.

But Pryde ignored the comment, likely because he didn’t want to risk losing the authority he’d so recently gained when Supreme Leader Kylo Ren chose to make Pryde’s flagship his own. What he did say was, “It’s highly irregular. And as this is my ship, I have the right to assess the way this creature is being housed. Every centimetre counts on a starship, General—”

“Millicent lives in my chambers, General,” Armitage put in, a bit crossly. “And I pay for her food out of my own stipend. She will have no impact on the operation of the Steadfast, just as she never interfered with the operation of the Finalizer.”

Pryde raised an eyebrow. “If that’s true, then you shouldn’t mind a brief inspection of your quarters? To validate what you’ve said.”

Armitage had a feeling he’d been outmaneuvered, but he wasn’t sure how. Pryde had the right to enter any area on the Steadfast, including all officers’ chambers. Well, excepting Ren’s, of course, and the rooms Ren kept for his Knights.

Wait. Had Ren also made Armitage’s chambers off limits to Pryde?

A smile twitched its way across Armitage’s face. “You’re more than welcome to come meet Millicent, General,” he said graciously. “I’m sure she’d enjoy the company.”

“I’ll send an audit team,” Pryde sniffed. He tucked his swagger stick beneath his left arm the way he did when he was about to walk away dismissively, and oh, so that’s what he was after. Pryde wanted to spy on Armitage. His ‘audit team’ would almost certainly consist of intelligence officers who would bring with them any number of tiny, easily hidden surveillance devices.

“I’m sorry, General,” Armitage said, “but I can’t allow that. Millicent loves people, but she can be distressed by groups. One person is all I’m willing to subject her to.”

“Yet you claim the creature won’t interfere with the operation of this ship.”

Armitage smiled again. “One person is sufficient to perform an audit. As I said, you are more than welcome to come yourself.”

Pryde always looked like he was glowering, but his face looked especially severe now. “Fine,” he said.

“Of course, I must also be present,” Armitage added. “She won’t take kindly to a stranger I haven’t introduced her to.”

“Fine,” Pryde said again. If he was feeling anything beyond slightly inconvenienced, he was hiding it exceptionally well. “We’ll go now.”

~

Armitage heard a muffled thump and the clack of Millie’s claws on the durasteel floor as soon as the hatch cycled open. “Come, darling!” he called, though she was almost certainly already on her way. “We have a visitor!”

Millicent emerged from the bedroom at a gallop, a giant blur of orange and black and white, barreling up to Armitage and bounding up on her hind legs to throw her front paws onto his shoulders. He staggered a bit under her weight and laughed as her enormous tongue lapped over his neck and face. “There’s a good girl,” he praised her, putting his arms as far around her as he could get them, stroking down her back, and burying his face in the wonderfully soft fur behind her ear. “Hello. Hello. Did you miss me?”

As usual, the greeting was over in a matter of seconds; Millie pushed off him and dropped back to the floor and circled toward where Pryde was standing. Her hackles weren’t raised, not really, but she was curious, cautious. The muscles in her legs and back were visibly tensed for a pounce, and her tail was flicking slowly back and forth behind her in preparation to counterbalance. She was absolutely magnificent, the perfect hunter, and Armitage indulged in watching her for a moment before turning his attention to Pryde.

The allegiant general stood stock-still by the door, arms straight at his sides. The only parts of him that moved were his eyes as they followed Millie’s prowl back and forth between him and the main living space. “General?” Armitage prompted.

“It’s rather...large,” Pryde said. For once, his voice wasn’t strong and certain. He seemed to remember how to move, pulling his swagger stick out from under his arm and brandishing it in front of him like a knife.

“Yes, she is,” Armitage agreed.

“I expected something...smaller. Where is its cage?”

Armitage blinked, affronted. “I would never put my Millie in a cage. She needs room to move about. It’s in her blood.”

“It’s tame, though?”

“Of course. I trained her myself. It can be difficult with this species, but only if one is not fully committed to the task.”

“Ah,” Pryde said, shifting back a half step as Millie twitched her whiskers at him. “I suppose you are the son of a nerf-herder.”

“Nerfs are docile plant-eaters!” Even someone as witless as Pryde should be able to appreciate how special Millie was, how unique. “Millie is a carnivore. A predator. It’s completely different.” Armitage wrinkled his nose and added, “Also, Millie doesn’t stink.”

Millie, sensing Armitage’s distress, began to growl low in the back of her throat. Pryde took a full step back.

“No, no, it’s all right, Millie,” Armitage told her. “To me.” Millicent loped to Armitage’s side. “Sit,” Armitage said, and Millie lowered her haunches to the floor in her elegant, feline version of parade rest. “Good girl.”

“She does seem to be well trained,” Pryde said, sounding half relieved and half disappointed. “And her presence in your quarters does not affect the operation of the ship. I shall not press the matter.”

“I appreciate your understanding, General,” Armitage said. At this point, Pryde just seemed eager to leave. He’d had no opportunity to plant any bugs; he hadn’t even moved from the doorway. Armitage, with Millicent’s help, had successfully foiled his plot. “Shall we return to the bridge?”

~

Life-partner did not like the grouchy man he brought home today. Millicent knew that for certain. And Grouchy didn’t seem to like life-partner, either, which meant Grouchy was a threat. They were tolerating each other, though, and that meant Millicent would tolerate Grouchy too...so long as Grouchy didn’t cause any problems.

Some time had passed since then. She had batted her toys around for a while and now she was lying at the foot of their bed. She had just started meticulously grooming herself when she heard the front door cycle open again. It was early for life-partner to return, but he had returned at a strange time already today, so Millie did not worry right away. However, the heavy footfalls she heard next did not belong to life-partner, nor did the scent that shortly came wafting in. Millie leapt off the bed and trotted out to the playroom, lips already curling back in warning.

It was Grouchy. Life-partner was not with him.

Millie bared all her teeth and told Grouchy unequivocally to get out of their home. Her loud, rumbling growl seemed to terrify Grouchy; he froze in place like an ash-rabbit instead of doing what she’d told him. Something he was holding in his left hand fell to the floor with a small clatter.

Millie stepped forward, attempting to startle him, to herd him to the door. Grouchy waved the stick he was carrying in his right hand at her. She paused, cocking her head to the side as she evaluated the weapon. It did not seem to pose any significant threat. “Back,” Grouchy said. “Back, you ugly beast.”

Millie recognized the words. ‘Back,’ of course, was a command. Life-partner used ‘ugly’ whenever he was talking about Dark One, and he loved Dark One almost as much as he loved Millicent, so it must be a compliment. ‘Beast,’ however, was an unpleasant word she had heard as a cub, back before life-partner had chosen her. It meant disrespect.

Millie did not obey the commands of those who did not respect her.

She continued her slow, steady advance. Grouchy let out a high-pitched sound and waved his stick right in her face. This time it actually brushed her whiskers. Millie snapped at it in warning, letting her sharp teeth clack together noisily. “Sit!” Grouchy yelled. “Lie down! Get back! Get away!”

She let out her own yell, again commanding him to leave her home. The roar was so load it rattled the drinking glass life-partner had left on the caf table. Surely that would be enough to get Grouchy to go.

But it wasn’t. Grouchy crouched down, reaching with his free hand for the small item he’d dropped. At the same time, he stopped waving the stick and started thrusting it toward her. This form of attack seemed more dangerous; he might strike her in the eye. One thrust poked her hard in the cheek; she howled, more from surprise than pain, and then she snapped her jaws closed around Grouchy’s wrist to keep him from poking her again.

She’d been polite long enough.

Grouchy screeched and jerked backward, trying and failing to free himself from Millie’s powerful hold, and dropped both the stick and the other thing. Millicent sank her teeth deep into his flesh to secure her grip.

Then she tasted blood.

Life-partner took good care of Millie, providing food and water and a bed and toys and a place to play. But it had been a long time since Millie had hunted prey. A long time since she’d enjoyed the meat of a fresh kill.

She considered. Would life-partner be troubled if she had Grouchy for dinner? Surely his unwelcome intrusion into their home and his refusal to leave broke any sort of truce the two of them had. There might be some other reason life-partner wouldn’t want Millie to eat Grouchy, but now his blood was trickling tantalizingly down her throat and she wanted more.

She deserved this, Millie decided. She had been very good for life-partner, and life-partner loved her. This was her treat.

That settled, she bit Grouchy’s hand off.

Her teeth crunched delightfully straight through the bones and tendons of Grouchy’s arm, and she chomped and smacked her lips and tossed her head until she got the whole hand into her mouth. Millie ground the meat and bones down to delicious pieces between her teeth and swallowed it all triumphantly.

Grouchy was screaming, clutching at his bloody arm, and that only made Millicent want more. She stalked toward him, licking her chops. Should she eat him piece by piece, saving the most savory bits for last? Should she go straight for the delectable organs she knew she’d find within his torso? She could crack him open easily just by leaping on top of him to break his sternum, tearing into his flesh with her claws, ripping out his ribs with her teeth—

He staggered backward until he hit the wall, and then he was scrabbling against it desperately, still screaming. His wounded cries were so sweet and enticing; how could she resist? Millicent lunged and struck him heavily with one paw, sending him flying to the floor faster than he could fall. One of his legs was left sticking out at an odd angle; she stepped on it and felt it break in two beneath her paw.

Now he was sobbing, trying and failing to crawl away. She almost wished they were in an open plain where she could really chase him, follow his wails and hunt him properly, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t have put up much of a fight no matter where he was.

Anyway, in an open plain she might have had to share. Here, this meal was all hers.

He kicked his good leg at her, so Millicent got her mouth around his ankle and gave it a good chomp. It was slightly harder to separate his foot from his body because of the covering over it, but after a few moments of worrying at it, she finally ripped it free. Millicent kept an eye on her prey as she set about tearing open the foot covering to get at the meat. Human feet weren’t especially delicious, but the bones provided a satisfying crunch, and she wanted to enjoy that before moving on to something meatier like the leg.

All Grouchy was doing was whimpering and crying and dragging himself along the ground as best he could without the full use of three limbs. It was slow going. He seemed to be trying to get to the door, but there was no way he’d be able to open it without standing on his hind legs, and Millicent didn’t think he would be able to do that. She took her time, gnawing and slurping at the foot until finally she finished it with a single definitive crunch.

Grouchy had almost made it to the door by the time she was done. It wouldn’t do for life-partner to stumble over him when he got home. Millicent trotted over and grabbed the back of Grouchy’s neck in her jaws and flung him bodily back toward the center of the room. Necks were vulnerable, especially human necks, and Millicent thought she might have broken Grouchy’s; at least that meant he’d hold still while she finished her feast.

It was time to eat his heart, Millicent decided. She’d denied herself long enough. Eagerly, Millie bounded over to Grouchy’s collapsed form, batted him over onto his back with her paw, and cracked open his chest just like she’d planned.

~

“Where is Allegiant General Pryde?”

Usually Pryde was at Kylo’s side whenever Kylo was outside his chambers. Kylo vacillated between finding it convenient and irritating; having an old Imperial constantly hanging around wasn’t really the same as keeping Hux close. Right now, though, the allegiant general was nowhere to be found, and Kylo had some orders to give him.

“General Hux?” Kylo asked, because Hux was the type to know where everyone was at all times.

“I’m afraid I don’t know, sir,” Hux said. A cursory scan of his mind showed he was telling the truth. Surprising. “I haven’t seen him since the middle of cresh shift. He said he had business and left the bridge.”

Kylo felt himself scowling and wished he hadn’t destroyed his mask.

“Can...I help with something, sir?” Hux added.

“Yes,” Kylo said, because he could give orders through Hux just as well as through Pryde. Actually, the allegiant general being absent was a good opportunity. Kylo didn’t feel like he could talk to Hux when Pryde was around. This was ridiculous, of course; he was Supreme Leader and could talk to anybody whenever he wanted. But still, it always felt...awkward. “Your chambers,” Kylo decided, in case Pryde suddenly decided to appear. “Now.”

As they set off together, Hux actually walked abreast of Kylo instead of trailing behind him. It was, Kylo thought, the first time he’d done that in a year. It reminded Kylo of how things had been on the Finalizer, before.

“How is Millicent?” Kylo asked, realizing he hadn’t thought about Hux’s pet in months. He wasn’t even sure she had survived Batuu.

“She’s fine, Supreme Leader,” Hux said. “Healthy and happy.”

It would be nice to see her again. She had always been friendly with Kylo, letting him pet her and scratch below her jowls. She had a deep, throaty purr that was strangely soothing.

He felt a sudden spike of anxiety that things might be different now, that Millicent might not like Kylo anymore. The thought of her rebuffing him was unpleasant. But there was no reason for Millicent to dislike him, was there? Things had—changed, shifted, with Hux, but surely that wouldn’t affect—

Kylo swallowed and pushed those worries down. It didn’t matter if an animal didn’t like him, did it? He was the Supreme Leader. He didn’t need anyone to like him. Not Millicent, not Hux, not anyone.

“Here we are,” Hux said, breaking into Kylo’s maudlin thoughts. Hux activated the airlock hatch to his chambers and started to enter. “Can I offer you a—” Then he broke off, stopping in the doorway, his mouth hanging open for a beat. “Ah. Supreme Leader. Perhaps a different venue—?”

“No,” Kylo said. “We’re already here. I don’t care if you haven’t dusted, or whatever.” He shouldered past Hux.

Then he stopped too. The floor was covered in dried blood, tattered pieces of fabric and leather, and bits of what looked like bone. Millicent lay curled up by the sofa. She looked very pleased with herself; her long tail curled slowly back and forth as she raised her head to look at Kylo. There was blood all around her mouth and all over her paws.

Her stomach was distended.

The smell of blood always gave Kylo something of a rush. It excited him. It was a scent of battle. He licked his lips as he stepped further into Hux’s chambers, scanning the room for evidence of what exactly had happened. It seemed clear enough, though. “Millie,” he said, “did you eat someone?”

Millie licked her own chops in response, as if to say yes.

Hux spoke up then, a nervous thread in his voice. “Supreme Leader, I’m utterly horrified. I’ve no idea how this happened. No one should have been in my chambers. I’m sure she was simply defending herself—”

Kylo raised a hand to shut him up. “It’s fine,” he said. “If Millie did eat someone, they probably deserved it.” He crossed the room to Millicent and buried his hands in her fur. “I missed you,” he crooned to her. To his delight, she rolled onto her back, inviting him to rub her tummy.

“You won’t...punish her?” Hux asked. “No matter who it was?”

“No,” Kylo said shrugging. “Why would I do that? I won’t punish you, either.”

“In that case...” Hux stepped further into the room, stooped over, picked something up, and brought it to Kylo. Kylo glanced up, then did a double take. It was that stick Pryde was always carrying around.

“Oh,” Kylo said with a laugh of realization. “So that’s where he was.”

Hux’s face took on a look of triumph. It was subtle enough that most people probably wouldn’t notice it, but Kylo did. It helped that he could also feel the man’s satisfaction rolling out from him like waves in the Force.

“You didn’t like him,” Kylo said. When Hux didn’t answer right away, Kylo added, “I know you didn’t plan this.”

At that, Hux let out a small laugh of surprise. "No, Supreme Leader. I didn’t like him.”

“I didn’t really like him either,” Kylo said. “But he always did what I ordered, so there wasn’t a good reason to kill him.” Kylo shrugged.

“It seems he intended to spy on me,” Hux added, holding up another item that appeared to be a small transmitter.

Kylo scoffed. “Was he so inept that he didn’t think he could serve me without trying to copy my most brilliant general? Fool.” Kylo turned back to Millicent and resumed stroking her fat belly. “You ate well, didn’t you? Guess you don’t need your regular dinner, do you?” Millicent nudged her face against Kylo’s ankle and started purring, and Kylo felt both gratified and content, like everything was the way it was supposed to be.

After a moment, Hux moved around the caf table and sat down on the couch, leaning over to join Kylo in petting Millicent. “Good girl,” Kylo heard him say softly.

~

Millie didn’t know why life-partner hadn’t taken Dark One as his mate yet. Humans had many strange and inconvenient customs; perhaps a long courtship was one of them. But it was nice to see Dark One again. There was something different about him, something different about the way he and life-partner were behaving around each other...but life-partner still smiled when he thought Dark One wasn’t looking, and Dark One still stared at life-partner like he wanted to mate immediately. It was only a matter of time.

Maybe, Millicent thought as Dark One settled onto the sofa next to life-partner and she climbed up to sprawl across both their laps, it would happen tonight.

~

The Deaths of Allegiant General Pryde series on AO3

[alectocarrcw]

╰ °✧ that’s ALECTO CARROW and SHE seems to look a lot like MIA WASIKOWSKA. according to ministry files, the PUREBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in SLYTHERIN. now, they’re 25 and a “HEALER” AT ST. MUNGO’S. watchful eyes in your peripheral, goosebumps prickling the back of your neck, an obsession you cannot ignore, sickly weak and deathly pale, sadism that could scare the devil are the best ways to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re a DEATH EATER.

BASICS

Character Name: Alecto Carrow

Preferred Pronouns: she/her

Birthday: 13 January 1955

Employment: A healer at St. Mungo’s, specifically in the poisons ward. Alecto loves to experiment, but with the accumulated debt her family subjected to her and her brother, she didn’t have the means to fund her own projects. At St. Mungo’s poisons ward, she’s limitless in the ingredients available for her to create both poisons and remedies (not that the latter will ever see the light of day), as well as endless patients she could… test her concoctions on. Those she experiments on are patients who are on their deathbeds, those who wouldn’t be missed either for long or at all. Should they die after consuming her poisons, then it was simply their time to go. No one is the wiser. 

Patronus: Alecto will never be able to cast a Patronus, much to her frustration. She hates not being able to do something, feeling limited in inaccessibility, but there’s no happy memories for her to draw on to bring about a Patronus. However, it would likely be a lynx: controlling in power, individualistic, and sharp-sighted, as well as quiet, intelligent, and curious.

Boggart: She sees an older woman, a much more beautiful woman who stalks around her with an air of authority and privilege that she was never allowed to have. The mug the woman carries is a sickly green, the faint outline of a skull in its ripples, and Alecto’s mother shoves the poison at her daughter, hissing: You are a disgrace to the Carrow name. Drink your poison, girl: perhaps we’ll be lucky enough to see you drop dead. She will never have the beauty that her mother possessed, never have the propriety of a pureblood socialite, but at least she can paint her bedroom walls a deep red, courtesy to palette her mother’s open throat provides.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: 

[ + ] Sly: Save for her expulsion from Hogwarts, Alecto has always found deceiving people to be pathetically easy. She and Amycus had been sickly from a young age, and everyone pities the sick kid--oh, how she took advantage of that. I’m too weak to do that, she’d say with a tremble added to her voice. Push the student down the stairs? With these knobby arms? Her expulsion had been a fluke, something she swore wouldn’t happen again. Her lies came easier with age, as did her ability to cover up her illegal experiments: who had something to hide when that something couldn’t be proved in the first place?

[ + ] Focused: Her ability to sit down and get her work done in record-time is unrivaled, at least as far as she’s concerned. Anything beyond her task at hand is a distraction, and a distraction is the last thing she wants. Alecto gets to the end goal for both herself and for others requesting favors of her through a sort of tunnel-vision, but that’s the way she likes it.

[ + ] Curious: She thanks dear mother for this particular quality of hers. It was Mother who introduced her to poisons and their effects on the human body, as well as anatomy so she could really appreciate how a person’s body can convulse when subjected to the Cruciatus curse. She was enthralled then, watching their muscles jump in response to the pain of poison or a curse, and she’s still just as fascinated, even if her subjects are much less healthy of late. She wants to know how the body reacts to every extreme she puts it through; she may never be fully satiated.

[ - ] Short-Tempered: Another gift from her family, Alecto is prone to bouts of (sometimes uncalled for) extreme anger. She flies into a rage that involves vials being thrown and unfortunate patients’ bones being snapped when something goes wrong in her tests, only to be healed and promptly obliviated lest a competent healer question them later on. The only person she tries not to hurt is her brother, but if she does then it simply cannot be helped. Afterward, Alecto never apologizes. She just gets back to work.

[ - ] Manipulative: Sweet words don’t mean nearly as much coming from a plain face than they do from a beautiful one, something she’s secretly envious of her mother for. Still, given the nature of her true work and the environment she grew up in, Alecto had to find her own way to get what she wanted, because being a daddy’s girl wasn’t an option for her like it might’ve been with another family. She lathered honey onto the tip of her tongue at a young age and since then, she’s used it to barter and steal and worm her way into gaining friends in high places, even if the proceeding smile has a slightly unnerving undertone to it. She gets what she wants.

[ - ] Sadistic: No one takes dying patients and feeds them poison with a sane mind. Alecto finds joy in the convulsing bodies of her subjects for the few hours she’s able to have them alone, taking a mountain of notes with each muscle twitch before adding a spell or a curse to just the right spot to inflict more pain. It’s her favorite pastime, and she’s certain she knows more about the reactions of human anatomy versus spell casting and ingested poisons than anyone in the ward, perhaps even the hospital; she can’t wait to move on to injecting poisons directly into her subjects’ veins.

BIOGRAPHY; ( tw for abuse / childhood abuse ahead )

She should have been the envy among the pureblood elite, just as her mother had been before her. 

Her mother had been graceful, charismatic, a beauty beyond compare, and all eyes turned toward the Carrows after she had announced her pregnancy to see such traits reflected in the eyes of any children she bore, doubly so when twins were announced partway into the pregnancy. Alecto’s first familial disappointment was her own birth, entering the world on a sullen January evening weeks before she was meant to and minutes before her brother. Frail were the bones of a newborn, but that risk was multiplied by their premature birth. Thus began one of many hospital stays throughout Alecto’s childhood, surrounded by tutting healers and bright white walls, reflecting fluorescent lights and nearly blinding her by the tender age of five.

There was something off-putting about her, growing up. Being carted to and from the hospital didn’t leave much room for proper childhood development, let alone an education among her peers. Her dependency on vials of medicine borderlined an unhealthy obsession, and at home her mother only encouraged her intrigue toward potions and poisons with her own mixes, sickly green liquids filling the vials and tilting into her mouth as she insisted Alecto build up a tolerance from an early age. Mother wasn’t careful, however, and Alecto took vials while she was at home and fed them to the animals that dared to approach the Carrow home, watching squirrels and bugs and, later, dogs and cats thrash against invisible foes coursing their intestines until they fell still in defeat. She drew the scenes on the paper the healers provided her when she couldn’t be at home, ignoring the horrified expressions the adults wore as she depicted each detail with morbid fascination. 

Hogwarts saw an improvement in her health, if only just. The dampness that filled the Slytherin common rooms from its dungeon location echoed the sober atmosphere of the Carrow manor, but away from an absent father and an overbearing mother Alecto found it in herself to thrive--particularly in Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts (though she scoured the library for the offensive dark arts as well, eager to see what spells and curses she could make tick). Her peers whispered and laughed without much subtly at her, taunting the beauty she would never have, aggravating her nerves until she snapped. One whisper into Amycus’ ear saw an older student shoved down the steps of the astronomy tower, and Alecto couldn’t stop staring at the way her bones were twisted into an all-too unnatural angle. It didn’t take much convincing to get Amycus to do her bidding, because she knew her brother wanted it too: wanted to see those who tormented them tormented in return, tenfold. The best part was they never got caught, never left enough evidence to lead back to the twins’ so-called accidents; at least, until they did. One slip-up saw the Carrow twins standing in a snowstorm, blood splattered on their green robes, and professors dragged them away. Not even the Carrow name could keep their wands from being snapped, but it was enough to get another wand and get them into Durmstrang.

To say it truthfully, Alecto didn’t give a rat’s ass about the war Lord Voldemort reigned down upon the wizarding world. She knew about blood purity, knew her brother saw muggleborns as a threat to the world as they knew it, but that wasn’t why Alecto took the Dark Mark. How did magic pick and choose which muggles got to see their world? It had to be more than having magical lineage choosing the person at random. Alecto wanted to know how it worked, and only the Dark Lord would let her slice open muggleborns and test their blood. Her potions skills, along with a good bit of fibbing, got her into the poisons ward of St. Mungo’s, a place that she had considered home for half of her childhood. Healing wasn’t her end goal, though: testing was. So long as the Death Eaters brought her subjects to experiment on, she would do whatever they wished in whatever fashion they desired--and this time, Alecto would not get caught.

[theincompetentgenius]

Hello 😄 Life generator is totally awesome idea! I already love it and would like to request one for Arcana world. I hope it won’t be too much of a problem, and thank you in advance ❤️

I’m a big science nerd, especially good in math, hungry for knowledge, with unsatiable curiosity. But at the same time, i radiate dumbass energy. Most of the time i’m silent, because i don’t really know what to say, since my mind is tv static. I enjoy creating, my hobbies are singing, drawing, painting, scupting, embroidery and other forms of crafting. But i really don’t have any creativeness on my own. And i lack in artistic skills, but i substitute it with persistence. I’m really patient and can go over one place hundreds times until i’m satisfied, and i’m never giving up on any wips, they just wait for their turn (..same about people, even if have no contact with them anymore i still consider them as friends, i don’t cut ties). Even if they pile up and there’s probably no way to finish it up in one lifetime. Damn, i wish i was immortal. There’s so many knowledge and skills to learn, and art to consume and create in the world. But i don’t really have any passion or hiperfixation, i’m just all over the place, a jade of all trades and master of none. Most of the time is spend resting, on internet, because i run out of energy far too quick, especially physical and social. The problems of being contained in a body that wants to rest at all costs xd Physically i’m really weak, even though i work out regularly, my super low endurance doesn’t improve. I’m so quickly drained and need to recharge that for long so it looks like i’m lazy. Basically i’m never bored, but i can get frustraded when i’m wasting time.

I’m pretty open and honest person and have no brakes, i overshare whenever i have occasion (as you can see xD). I’m not hiding my emotions, except showing that someone hurt me (because i’m too proud to do that if that was meancingly, or i don’t want them to feel bad if it wasn’t). I’m friendly, very empathetic, eager to help if approached. I can easily put myself into other people’s shoes and always try to understand where others come from, their reasoning. And i care about others’ well being. But i’m quite a hermit, i barely have any social needs, and never approach people first. I’m fine on my own. Since i can remember, i only lived inside my own world in my head. Being around people is nice too though, but i’m pretty socially clueless. I don’t really experience loneliness, unless i miss certain people. And that happens super rarely too, i don’t get that attached to even closest people. But it happens, i can get really attached.

I can get anxious and uncertain around people, because i don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, cross boundaries or face any sort of negative consequences. But i don’t care what people think of me n my actions, especially if i don’t know them. Social norms are only chains. There’s no reason to follow them. I prefer my order of doing things. Order is really important to me, i need it for my things, my actions, my plans. My free time is dictated by algorithms i make, that get more and more complicated with each update. Most of the time i’m in neutral state, pretty apathetic. Emotions can be easily triggered, but die as fast and i go back to the state of nirvana. I rarely get stressed and don’t care too much about issues, life always works out in one way or another. That’s why i’m chill, patient and calm.

I love cute and pretty things, sweets, plushies, hugs, cats. When it comes to nature, sure i like it and it is interesting, but i don’t really like being close to it because of bugs. They’re yucky >.> I’m hesistant about a lot of stuff and super cautious about things that could cause physical harm, which i guess makes me a coward. And i don’t enjoy travelling. I mean it is okay, but doesn’t spark any emotion, besides maybe knowledge seeking. Instead, i’m big fan of magic and powers. Not that boring stuff like astrology, but rather like you k'now, superheroes or wizards things. Wish that kind of stuff existed irl, and wish i had it all, just like with irl skills xd Also i’m really, really picky eater.

Thank you for your interest in the world of The Arcana. You will be reborn into your new life shortly. The simulation will begin in 3…….. 2……. 1……..

B A C K G R O U N D

Your mother had left you in front of the doorsteps of a poor orphanage when you were only months old. She felt that she was unfit to take care of you because she was not financially stable, but she could only hope for the best for you. Fortunately, you were left at the hands of caring and understanding individuals who supported you through your childhood. However, your scattered interests in the arts, sciences, and magic had left many people confused. They couldn’t wrap their heads around the concept that a young girl could explore such complex concepts, but that never mattered to you. Your interests were in your newfound magic. While you wouldn’t practice magic in public, you would use it when necessary or convenient. Yet these few moments caused panic within your town. You were becoming too smart, too powerful, and too curious. The townsmen felt threatened by your mere presence, so they banished you from the city under the pretense that you were a “threat to their well-being.” Yet you never saw the bursting potential buried within you.

F R I E N D S  

Julian

Now that you had been kicked out of your hometown, you had absolutely no idea where to go. There weren’t too many cities near your own and you weren’t sure if you had enough supplies to last you through your entire trip. Although you were sure that you could find a small village nearby, you still felt the need to check over your supplies to prevent excessive spending. The fact that you had to travel through the heat didn’t make things any better.

You aimlessly wandered through the leafy forests, hoping that the direction of winds, clouds, and the sun would give you some indication as to where you were. Unfortunately, you had crossed the same dead lizard five times. You were moving in circles. A sigh escaped your lips as you trudged through the forest. Your mind had gone blank and you couldn’t think of a plan to get yourself out of this mess. Your calm demeanor was wearing thin as all your plans had begun to fall apart.  The thought of blasting yourself into the sky with air magic had crossed your mind, but you knew that you were incapable of landing safely.

In the midst of your thoughts, you bumped into a tall, brooding figure. You instinctively elongated the vines from the plants, preparing to attack whatever was in front of you.

“Don’t hurt me with those vine things! I’m just a traveler!” A man with cooper hair and an eyepatch yelled.

You did a quick lookover and dropped the vines from your grasp. The man let out a sigh of relief and scrambled to his feet. He looked back at you and collected his things. Although you did not want to speak to him, he probably knew the jungle better than you and was your possible ticket to getting out of this mess. You mustered the courage in your chest to call out to him.

“Wait! I’m sorry that I shot those vines at you. I thought you were a monster, but that’s beside the point. Do you know where we are?”

He looked around with a suspicious glance. “I have a general idea. Can’t you use your magic to get yourself out of here?”

“If only I could, then I wouldn’t be wandering around with a loaf of bread and a flask of water.”

The stranger let out a chuckle. “I suppose you’re right. How did you get stuck in this place?”

And so you told him your story and your woes as an exile. You looked away, expecting him to make a rude remark but he chuckled and shook his head.

“Maybe we’re not so different, Magician. I happen to be an informally-exiled doctor for murdering a Count.”

You raised your eyebrow. For a murderer, he was rather friendly. Before you could ask any more questions, he told you his story (or whatever he remembered from it). There seemed to be many holes, but you were fairly entertained by them.

“Is Vesuvia close by?” You asked.

“Yeah, just a little down south. I’m going there to get some answers about myself. Are you going to join me?”

Other friends: Nadia, Muriel

R O M A N C E

Asra

Once you arrived at Vesuvia with Julian, the two of you went separate ways.  Not that any altercation had taken place, but Julian was more focused on uncovering his past while you needed a place to stay. So you went about, searching for possible adobes for shelter. They were either too expensive or in terrible quality. But you didn’t give up, there had to be something you could find.

As you passed through the unfamiliar streets, you looked for possible places to sleep for the night. The pillar looked too stiff, the grass was too moist, and sleeping next to a building would hurt your back. Things were looking rough for you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder. You spun around to see a handsome young man with fluffy, white hair and a soft smile. “You look a little lost and I don’t think I’ve seen you around. Are you new here?”

You let out a sheepish grin. “Yeah, I’m just looking for a place to stay. Do you know any place that’s inexpensive but sanitary?”

The man placed his hand on his chin, presumably to think of an answer to your question. After a moment, he responded. “You can stay at my place for the night. It’s not big, but it has a cozy feel to it.”

You shook your head. “You’re too kind, but I can’t infringe on your privacy like that. After all, you must have better things to do than help a random vagabond.”

“Well I used to be a vagabond myself, so I know the pain of wandering around with no place to go.” A snake slithered from his sleeve and cocked its head. “See? Even Faust thinks you should stay over.”

“You’re too kind!” You were about to accept his offer, but a new thought crossed your mind. What if he was trying to lure you to his home for dangerous reasons? There was no way to verify that he wasn’t a kidnapper or someone with ill intentions.

The stranger noticed your sudden discomfort. “If you’re worried about ill intentions, that was probably the furthest thing from my mind. How about you I show you around Vesuvia instead? If you feel more relaxed, you can stay at my place. But I’m not pressuring you if you don’t want to.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

“By the way, my name is Asra. Shall we get started on this tour?” The two of you wander through the colorful stalls of the city, examining the golden trinkets and wooden toys. There were racks of fruit neatly organized based on size and color with shelves of pastries next to them. Asra bought you a few desserts despite your protests. Although most products were overpriced, there was a rustic charm to them all.

By the end of the tour, you felt more comfortable around him. The two of you had spent the time exploring and talking about anything and everything. You even told him about your exile from your hometown. As he heard the story, he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“You know, I’m a magician too. If you ever need help with anything, just let me know.” He gave another one of his angelic smiles.

“Thanks. I think I’m mentally okay, but I do need to strengthen my magic.”

“I have an idea to fix that. Would you like to become my apprentice?”

F I N A L    F A T E

Originally posted by autumncozy

You had taken Asra on his offer to become his apprentice and ended up staying at the shop for convenience purposes. It didn’t matter because most of your time was spent with Asra to improve your magic. Although you claimed to not have an affinity towards any type of magic, Asra would say that you were the best at everything you attempted. With each practice session, you grew better and more skilled in your magic. It was only a matter of time before the apprentice had become the master. Asra was amazed at your progress, but you weren’t so confident in your own abilities. There was always room for improvement in your eyes.

Word had spread that another talented magician had entered the Vesuvia, but that never bothered you. If they could accept Asra, there was no reason for them to mistreat you. Not everyone was as biased and prejudiced as the people of your hometown, yet you were cautious when performing your magic in public. When you did, you were surprised when receiving compliments and paid jobs from the public. And to make things better, Asra was always there to help.

Soon, the two of you felt that the shop’s business wasn’t doing too great and decided to close it down. After all, it gave you more living space so it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world. Instead, you came up with the idea to teach other aspiring magicians so they would not be stranded like you were. At first, Asra was unsure since he wanted to live alone together in a cottage further north from the city. But when you made the compromise to teach magic only during the summer in a remote location, he couldn’t refuse. He’d still have you all to himself during the spring, fall, and winter. Well, as long as Faust didn’t steal you away from him.

As time went by, you went on to train some of the most powerful magicians in the following generation. Some had gone to save other countries from treacherous monstrous while others had become the monsters themselves. There was regret harbored in your heart for you could not have the one who turned towards the dark path, but some people could not be saved. Nevertheless, you will be remembered as one of the pioneers of magic; it’s influence spread across the globe

T H E   E N D

[ninjakittenarmy]

James Kobayashi, representative of Humanity in the Orion Federation, stood before the council. Before him stood a variety of aliens. He still couldn’t remember the names of them all. He doubted any could. There were the Grays, the ones that used to abduct members of his species, the Bugs, who turned out to be far more friendly than Heinlein expected, and the squid-headed humanoids, the Star Children, who had an underwater colony on Earth. These were only a few of the many representatives of the massive interspecies union.

The chairwoman of the council, a member of the Elonians, a humanoid species with blue skin and large incisors, spoke first. Her voice was noticeably higher and softer than generally associated with experienced politicians.

“The Orion Council will now convene to discuss the matter of the infestation of carnivorous mammalian organisms in the human populations of the Federation. Ambassador Kobayashi, you have the floor.”

James began. “First of all, I would like to ask why our pets are being called an infestation? They’re hardly out of control, we’ve long since figured out how to prevent stray populations from exploding out of control without culling them.”

“Pets?” Spoke the Bug, a creature resembling a mixture between a bee and an ant. “I have heard of this concept. Humans bread other animals to serve various needs while still being capable of fitting in a larger ecosystem. They artificially create symbiotic species! It’s rather fascinating, it’s similar to our various specially bread castes, is it not?”

“I suppose so.” Kobayashi said, processing such an unexpected comparison.

The Star Child spoke next. “Forgive me, ambassador, but I was under the impression that most pets were herbivores. Why would you keep meat eaters as pets?”

“That’s not true, actually!” James responded. “Our LIVESTOCK is mostly herbivores, as their role is to convert inedible plant matter into edible resources or in the case of sheep, clothing material. One exception is pigs, which are omnivores, and eat food waste. Chicken eat meat too, actually, though most people don’t know that. Pets are actually carnivores pretty often. Our first domestic animal, the dog, is actually an omnivore meant to serve as a hunting companion and guardian. They evolved to follow us around and eat our scraps while most of the other wolf species avoided us and things sort of evolved from there.”

“I see,” said the Star Child, curious. “And what role do cats serve?”

“Pest control. They started feeding on the rodents and bugs eating our grain and eventually they realized we were good at keeping predators at bay. They started having their litters in our homes and forming bonds with us.”

“What kind of bonds?” The Chairwoman asked?

“Well, it’s kinda like a commune, or a clan. See, the way cats organize is in a massive group called a colony. There’s a general pecking order of who is stronger than who, but no real power structure. They raise their young communally and bring back food for their old and sick, but otherwise function independently without much authority. Unlike dogs, who generally view humans as a member of a pack which packs having a leadership role and subordinates, cats view us as fellow colony members, which about equal authority. We’re not their masters, we’re just their adoptive family.”

“Fascinating” the Star Child spoke next. “It’s not every day you see such a willingly equal relationship between sentients and other animals. Perhaps there are lessons to be learned here.”

Kobayashi smiled. “I would be happy to discuss the matter further following the meeting.”

The chairwoman spoke again. “Forgive me ambassador, but I still have my concerns on the matter of the cats. You say you’ve managed to keep them in check without culling them, but they are being introduced into alien environments. What if you’re not prepared to handle the effects they’ll have on the population?”

“True, we don’t know everything, but who better to figure it out? We know these animals, we understand them better than anyone, who better to find the optimal solution to the problems surrounding them? Who knows our ecosystem better than us?”

“That may be true” the chairwoman replied “but humanity doesn’t have a flawless track record with its own ecosystems. Several species needed to be brought back from extinction, such as the passenger pigeon and the dodo bird. These species were killed by humans unwittingly, and only the intervention of the Grays brought them back.”

Kobayashi fought to suppress his frustration. The chairwoman wasn’t a bad person, he knew that. But she didn’t always understand the implications of what she said. “Madame Chairwoman, what you say is true, but let us not forget that the Grays too did their fair share of damage to humanity when they acted alone, no offense to the ambassador intended of course.” The Gray ambassador nodded in understanding.

“Our kind is one that knows the perils of colonialism well. Many cultures, including my ancestors, came to lands they did not understand, subjugated or slaughtered the locals, and devastated the local ecosystem to an extent we thought irreversible. The Grays too, made similar mistakes. We cannot assume, no matter how advanced we are, that we know more of a new world than those who have inhabited it for generations. After all, it was only after the Grays’ conquest of Earth was halted by Federation intervention and we were both inducted into the Federation as equals that the Grays actually began being able to aid us. Their efforts before involved suppressing our cultures and forced assimilation. Most of the claims that they intended to solve the problem ms we caused ourselves were simply racists propaganda designed to cover up ruthless exploitation. The results for both us and our environments were disastrous. Only by consulting us and our knowledge did they find truly viable solutions to the problems they sought to solve.”

The room went silent. Kobayashi felt nervous. Perhaps he’d been too forceful. The Federation strived for equality between all species, but some yet maintained a greater prestige than others despite genuine efforts to mitigate this. The Grays were an advanced species in their own right before the Federation came along, while humanity had barely colonized their solar system. Some more elitist members of Federation Society looked down upon those who were less technologically advanced before joining.

The prevailing idea amongst them was that they should be grateful to the more advanced species for their contribution and defer to their wisdom absolutely. There had been a great pushback against this mentality over the last century, and it seemed like it was on its way out, but it remained prevalent among older generations, especially old leadership, and technology ensured that people of any species lived for a very long time. It didn’t help that before this, humans were a fairly short lived race, whose experience couldn’t hope to match the likes of the Elonians or Star Children.

After what felt like an eternity, the silence was broken.

“The human speaks the truth.” Everyone turned to the speaker. Everyone was shocked to see the Gray ambassador, who had remained entirely silent before now. Their species was known for their reliance on body language and mental radio signals. Verbal speech was possible through radio translation, but they felt odd using sound to communicate.

The ambassador continued. “Our people have observed humans since their 1950s. We learned much about them in that time, through... lest than ethical means.” They paused, nodding remorsefully to Kobayashi. “We believed that humans would benefit from assimilation to our ways, our culture. We believed ourselves saviors of their kind, whose enlightened ways could elevate them to levels otherwise unreachable. We were wrong. We were blind to our own flaws, our own hypocrisy. True, some of our ideas have been embraced by humanity at large to their benefit, and vice versa, but some only work for us and cannot be applied to them. Some only work with our environment, and cannot be put in practice in others. The only way forward for all of us is if we treat each other as equals, not only under the law, but as intellectuals, as cultures, as people. I will be voting with the human’s today. We must avoid any more mistakes.”

Kobayashi was surprised at the ambassador’s words. Grateful, but surprised. The feeling was shared, it seemed, by the entire council. The assembly hall had gone silent.

One by one, votes started coming in. The Bug voted first, than the Star Child, then one by one, countless votes came in, the majority of which were against the planned culling. Kobayashi breathed a sigh of relief.

The chairwoman spoke once again. “It seems we greatly miscalculated in this planned endeavor, and for that, you have our apologies, Ambassador Kobayashi.” She sounded sincerely regretful. “The council will be certain to consult with the sentient species before engaging in any actions regarding local ecosystems.”

Kobayashi’s heart leapt. “Thank you madam chairwoman! You have my gratitude!” This had gone far better than he’d expected. “M-may I suggest passing legislation to ensure it? F-for future administrations, of course!” He gulped. He may have reached too far yet again.

The Chairwoman gave a warm smile. “I think that’s a good idea. We’ll be sure to have something drafted for the next convening.”

There’s a tiny predator in the human quarters that nobody is allowed to exterminate - under the threat of complete human riot. The humans willingly admit that yes, it DOES sometimes try to attack humans as well, but altogether, they are relaxed by the presence of the “cat”.

[pirate-patton]

alright, so this is the masterpost of (hopefully) all of my fics! i tried to keep organized basically based on ship or au, so hopefully you can find what you like now!! everything capitalized is a story i created on my own, and everything in all lowercase is prompts!!

😈🐶Moxiety: 

Rambling

kitty cat

flying words and comfort

scary monsters

sick fic ick

sleevessss om nom

To Catch a Virgil Under the Mistletoe

‘cause you had a bad day

Christmas Cookies

““““not sick”“““

Flowers to Feel Better

touch starved AND mutual pining?!

first date

frecklessssssss

hugging spree

His Bliss Is His Star Light

A Lat Night Bread Baking Bash

A Little Crocheting Between You and Me

😈🤖Analogical:

Their Thing

comfort me

he...he wrote a paper...baby boy

like a raccoon. cute

stubborn but in looooove

logan angst

loopholes

Curiosity Killed the Cat

Finishing Sentences (sequel to Curiosity)

unsure cuddling

perfect together

crushing!virgil

logan.exe has stopped working

Autumn Leaves

two kinds of kisses

you little shit

he tries so hard anxious bby

Comforting

First Fight

hiding under a blanket bby

scary movie uwu

just give him attention lo oh my god

pure breakup angst i’m sorry

victor frankenstein was an absolute moron

easy night so snuggle tight

new glasses for the nerd

jealous boyo

virgil is such a mom friend

That’s the Spirit (side royality)

🤖🌟Logince:

Happily Ever After Ending

give him his glasses back roman

logan is the most ticklish

yogaaaa

shy logan and encouraging roman

hugs to break the spell

To Pick a Pumpkin Perfectly Pristine (side moxiety, but barely there?)

grumpy sleepy logan

alright even i admit this one’s kinda weird but it’s still cute

snowstorm power outage

just...just don’t let logan drink eggnog good god

in my coffee shop auuuuu~

lo’s a dork and ro tries to be smooth

Spread the Love

🐶🤖Logicality:

cuddlessss

Anti-Monster Spray

couple’s costumes!

blushu

messin’ up sentences

🐶🌟Royality:

haunted house

royality tickles

playing house in the leaves

pumpkin picking

blushin’ like a rose my god

captivating

😈🌟Prinxiety:

play-fighting prinxiety

So Silly

fuck mornings

totally aiming for the popcorn

virgil with arfid

behind you!

virgil you’re a genius!!

💜💜Fam<3ILY:

virgil’s blush

illogical worlds are draining

photos to make happy

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Curious Kids: How did some animals evolve wings to fly?

Hybrid parrots in Costa Rica. Ondrej Prosicky/Shutterstock

How did some animals kind wings to fly? – Yr 5 class, London, UK

Maybe the very first thing you discover once you see a fowl is its superb skill to fly. Trendy birds fly utilizing their “arms”, which have feathers and really robust flight muscle tissues.

However the ancestors of immediately’s birds couldn’t fly. Birds developed from a gaggle of dinosaurs referred to as theropods, which walked on the bottom. They included big meat-eaters corresponding to Tyrannosaurs rex, in addition to a lot smaller, fast-running dinosaurs.

The fossils of many of those small dinosaurs present that that they had easy fluffy feathers, however that their arms had been too small or weak to fly. Even some big dinosaurs might have had feathers too.

Many theropod dinosaurs had feathered forelimbs, however actually didn’t fly. Fred Wierum/Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA

So what had been dinosaurs doing with their feathers in the event that they weren’t utilizing them to fly? We will search for clues in immediately’s birds. Quick, fluffy feathers assist fashionable birds to remain heat, and brightly colored and patterned feathers may assist birds to draw a mate.

So feathers in all probability developed to do jobs aside from serving to the dinosaurs to fly. Solely a lot later did they evolve into the stronger, longer feathers that construct a flying wing.

Into the air

In some unspecified time in the future, the small, feathered ancestors of contemporary birds started to fly. One thought about how this started is that brief or weak wings might have been helpful for serving to the animals to hop or glide from the branches of 1 tree to a different. However we don’t have a lot proof to counsel that many of those small dinosaurs had been excellent at climbing timber.

One other thought is that brief, stubby wings may need offered operating dinosaurs with a bit of additional pace if flapped quick sufficient, and maybe helped to steer them when leaping after bugs and different small prey.

Maybe a greater clue comes from watching immediately’s ground-living birds, like partridges, and younger birds that haven’t but discovered to fly. If they’re frightened, they’ll run up logs and different objects to get away from predators.

Birds use their wings to assist them run up very steep slopes.

Many species of birds can run up very steep slopes and even vertical surfaces. Younger birds do it by furiously flapping their wings with a view to push them towards the incline. In any other case they fall or slide off. This will have been one other use for the stubby wings of some small, feathered dinosaurs. These wings then regularly turned extra highly effective and coated in feathers and had been ultimately used to fly.

Different animals

After all, there are different teams of animals that developed powered, flapping flight. The cousins of the dinosaurs had been one other group of reptiles referred to as the pterosaurs or “wing lizards”.

How pterosaurs might have appeared. Katrine Glazkova/Shutterstock

These developed earlier than the earliest birds, however as an alternative of feathers, that they had a membrane of pores and skin stretched between their fourth finger and physique. Some might have been huge, with wingspans of over 12 metres. All of those creatures had been worn out within the mass extinction of the dinosaurs, 66 million years in the past.

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Right this moment, bats use the same membrane of pores and skin to fly. However bats are mammals like us, and first appeared after the extinction of the dinosaurs. We all know a lot much less concerning the origin of bats, however scientists have discovered that they developed as half of a big group of animals that features cats, canines, pangolins, horses, cows and even whales.

Flying bats. Unbiased birds/Shutterstock

However the first animals to fly by flapping are very a lot older than birds, pterosaurs or bats, and first took to the air about 400 million years in the past: bugs. In contrast to birds and bats, insect wings didn’t evolve from present “arms”. Exactly how bugs obtained their wings is one thing that scientists are nonetheless understanding immediately.

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Beth,

I hope you like this, I wanted to get one with a shark, but I didn’t think any of them looked very good and like sharks and that’s just disappointing. I thought this one was maybe neater anyways because it’s different kinds of shell and pearl, but shiny! So, it made me think of you. Because you are also beautiful and shiny, obviously. But not literally shiny, I mean. In the way that you are the most wonderful person.

BE thought it would be good to leave you a gift too, but since it was his artistic stylings of dug out litter art, I politely told him to just sign the card instead.

We love you very much,

Anakin & BE

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Christmas had always been a bizarre amalgamation of traditions growing up.

 Those years that the Admiral was home for the celebration it was a very by-the-numbers type affair. Many perfectly wrapped gifts under a large fir bedecked and baubled in almost monotone schemes, the kind of thing one would find in a Fortune Five-Hundred Magazine. As if anyone was going to judge a well-connected physician who was also a captain of the Navy and could buy and sell the islands twice over, in true conquering imperial fashion. All accompanied by snide comments about how things were done back in civilisation, with snow and staff and things that she has no real truck with.

When it had only been her mother, the sea and ships claiming her spouse, it was a more riotous affair. The tree smaller, the ornaments hand-made by children’s hands be it her own or extended clans of cousins. The baked goods were closer to island food than gingerbread. Everything mismatched and colourful. Stories of Santa and Elves became the kindness of Lono and the work of the menahune.

And eventually that became Andy doing everything in his power to keep her believing in Santa Claus, tracking in sand that he would vacuum up as soon as the gifts were open and stockings plundered, all very middle of the road between their parents.

When Billy came back to them, they added traditional English aspects to the Irish and Hawai’ian and it all worked in it’s weird way, despite there being so many differences between the three siblings. Beth liked to think that it was love, the spirit of the season that made it all possible. And if she were to talk about it, which she doesn’t, she’d be keen on recalling faces; the way Jay laughed with her hand in front of her mouth, full of some succulent treat, Andy waving a spatula around while wearing a flour covered apron, Baz fiddling with the lights so that they blink in tune of the music, Billy sitting behind her, head on her shoulder. Father Vincent perched on a couch arm going over the keen points of the four masses he’d preform in the twenty four hours starting at midnight.

If there was ever true magick, those were moments of it. Nothing spectacular. Just warmth and love and kindness for all. It was all Beth really wished for, deep down. And she missed those New York City holidays. She missed her cabal, her family.

Though she has to admit, Anakin had been a champion in the last couple weeks. Taking her to all the unique New Orleans celebrations, not once complaining about too many people, the bustle and crowding. He didn’t complain over volunteering at various shelters, of helping her deliver clothes and food to those who are not as fortunate as they are, playing with the children as she made arrangements with some parents. Covering a bill here, declining payment for a medical expense there.

Beth knows she is fortunate, even blessed, and to her the best way to handle it all is to make sure as many people as possible could experience even a fraction of what came to her through other people’s labours. Of course that’s not to say she didn’t enjoy the smaller and quieter moments, the ones that had been meant for just them. She will dream in the days to come of Anakin stretching impossibly thin and putting those ridiculously long limbs to good work hanging the more breakable ornaments high in the tree that she couldn’t herself reach all with promises that no, of course, Bugs will not climb up there to knock them down. She has had to replace at least five ornaments every year with the same or similar thanks to Houdini and his fantastically elaborate heists to do just that. She gets to show Anakin a picture of her cat when Uncle Luis sends her a card featuring both feline and not-actually-blood-relation sharing cocoa against the Manhattan skyline. 

She will dream in the days to come of Anakin sitting on the floor with her, bowls of cranberries and bowls of popcorn, stringing them with needle and thread that end in half-strung massacres with broken kernels in their hair, berry juice staining fingers and lips, both of them laughing so hard that they can hardly catch their breath, having rolled around in mock combat, carols playing in the background and Bug Eater watching in true feline disdain from one of the couch arms {having thrice been turned away from trying to steal the finished strings when he thought no one was looking}.

And she will dream in days to come of things that didn’t happen either. The way there were moments when she wanted to bury her face in his neck, which wouldn’t be easy to do, and sway tightly pressed together under the snow that doesn’t fall in New Orleans without a hefty and not very coincidental at all dose of storm-wife rotes. Hot chocolate kisses. A little too much cheer in his eggnog and how sweet it lingers in a softly exhaled breath. Not that she wants this because she feels he owes her something, not even close to that.

And she would be horrified if he did think that. No matter how close they have become, no matter how their continued comfort with one another makes it hard to think of them as separate entities. Which brings into question if they are friends, if they are master and apprentice, if they are some nebulous other that exists without boundary or definition, and which strews emotional landmines everywhere she can think to step.

And straying too far one way or another, it would make her feel like the people she despises. The ones that use Anakin for their own purposes, who have roles that they want him to play for them without any thought as to what he might want, what he might feel about things.

So no, she doesn’t act on her impulses, though at times it’s difficult.

Like this one.  The box is not proportional to the amount of nervous energy he exudes, nor the way his normal day-to-day twitching and fluttering of fingers, toe-tapes, an entire pervasive and subtle language all of his own, comes so loudly after he bestows it on her that even she, who sometimes misses verbal cues and instructions and entire conversations, can misjudge it. Which in turn makes her nervous too, because she doesn’t especially know what side of the line he falls on. If it’s anxiety because he doesn’t particularly like what’s in the box or because he likes it too much and fears what she will make of it. After all, there are only so many things that can fit inside it’s shape and size and she takes a breath to fortify herself for whatever it might be. And in the anticipation of a multitude of different delights and disappointments so keen that even in her own mind she has to err on the side of alliteration, she sets the box on her knee, and takes her time to unwrap it at a snail’s pace. She can feel the weight of his gaze on her. It’s a wonder that something so soft, so airy, so delicately blue should feel like a sack of bricks on her bones. She almost offers to go into another room to open her gift, if that might make him feel any more relaxed but she knows doing so would only make him feel worse, and deprive him of the honesty of her reaction. Beth has, of course, no real ability to lie. She cannot hide the things she feels even in the presence of her father, which is why she hasn’t seen the man since Andy’s funeral. And she feels that honesty is important because no one enjoys feeling as if they’ve had something hidden from them. No one likes to think they are being taken advantage of or misguided even in the sake of kindness, and she thinks with Anakin it is doubly so.

The wrapping paper parts sometime before the turn of the century before it’s folded up carefully and tucked into the pocket of her robe. The ribbon is taken and tucked carefully into her hair. It doesn’t matter to her if it clashes with her pyjamas, she thinks it’s delightful. And she has no intention of changing into real clothes. Or putting on make up. Or any of a dozen other things, she’s cozy as she is. A flicker of green rises to his face and falls again back to the box. Which she opens now only to find…another box. Her lips crinkle in the beginnings of a grin, the faint tickle of amusement as if wondering ~teasingly of course~ if this is going to be a series of smaller and smaller containers. She lifts the lid of the next one and…

…and time stills, entirely.

The subtle music fades completely out, drowned into and perhaps eaten entirely by the sudden spiking pounding of her heartbeat, that pulses hard enough that it can be seen, were one to look closely enough, shaking the scoop neck of her pyjama top. And with it comes a bright flush spilling across her cheeks, neither in embarrassment or shock but in genuine surprise, followed a plethora of other emotions not so easily distinguished.

Even by herself.  Parts of her recognises the gift for what they are, a beautifully breath-taking necklace that will look stunning against her skin. She recognises the abalone, the gold, the fresh-water pearl. They are all elements of the sea, true and tangible. Even the hasp that keeps the pendant parts has a feeling of the ocean to it. She has no words for it, not ones that would make sense, and her features for a moment become slack, entirely without any discernible cause, complaint, query.

Little by little it comes to life again. In the way that her nostrils flare as she takes and expresses a single breath. The way her throat rises and falls with a slow swallow that doesn’t quite make it all the way down. The sting prickling the backs of her eyes for what she interprets laying there against fluffy cotton, perhaps more meaningful that even Anakin can really understand. “Oh, Anakin.”

Because it isn’t a necklace.

He has plucked Mahina from the sky and captured Her in a gown of gold that lets Her shine pale and milky in warm embrace. Mahina who married a mortal man and lived happily together until ʻAikanaka died of old age.

He has brought too Manaiakalani, the great fish hook of Māui. And reminds her of the connection to all things; for it was baited with the wing of Mahina’s pet bird, the ‘alae, when he tricked his brothers into dredging up the islands. He told them to paddle as hard and fast as they could but to never look back. Of course one did and the line snapped, throwing Manaiakalani into the heavens, though the islands remained. And he has given her, too, her childhood, which sees tears lining the rims of her eyes at the near overwhelming sensation. Memories that she’d forgotten or rather… misplaced. Because as her fingertips follow the wavering lines of shell that remind her of kelp and shells and other things from home, real home, she can’t help but recall almost the first song that she’d learned to sing, one her mother would sing all the way back to the crib. It’s little more than a whisper now, trembling at the edges of the words, hardly even a song. Anakin and the cat are probably the only people who have heard it in a good twenty years or so.

“Kahuli aku, Kahuli mai, Kahuli lei ula, Lei akolea.” A smile starts to blossom. Quirking the corners of her lips as the second verse takes on a bit more substance than the previous. “Kolea, kolea, Ki’i ka wai, Wai akolea.” She doesn’t close the box when she picks up the card, needing a moment to not exactly distance herself, but to collect all her feelings and figure out a way to put them into her appreciation, her thanks, her everything that seems to fall short and unsuitable, unworthy of his gift to her.

She scans the words he’s written her. Her eyes skip over the grammar and spelling mistakes because hey, everyone has challenges, and hers and his so happen to be the spoken and written word respectively and she’s not going to take him to task over things she doesn’t even really notice. Besides, every bit of it is genuinely Anakin. The heights of his enthusiasm, his native sense of self worth {and sometimes lack there of} and it just makes his gift even more perfect than it could already possibly be.

The bit about Bug Eater’s contributions and the smudged paw print only tie it all together. The love he declares, the thoughts behind it all. And it makes her heart feel a hundred times heavier than before. Still and solid in her chest. The note gets secreted into another one of her pockets for the time being. Eventually she’s going to put it in one of her scrapbooks that live in her room away from prying eyes ~not that she wouldn’t share them with him, if she thought he’d care to see them~ so that when she needed this moment the most in some unplanned and yet to be created future, she could easily find it there, sorted by year. Her hands still shake a little as she picks up the necklace, the box occupying the space she had just been sitting in. Several measured steps bring her inside his personal space and them more so as she wraps her arms around his waist and buries her face into his chest. There might have been something about mahalo a couple dozen times, repeated like her rosary in countable decades. Or she could have been weaving a curse upon his house for a million generations of bastard cat sons, it’s really hard to tell when she’s muffled and not even speaking pidgin but pure Hawai’ian. Eventually though, definitely before Epiphany ~which they would be making a king cake for~ she finally pulls away from him and takes his good hand in hers, laying the necklace against his palm. Her chin rises and brings green in line with blue, and every bliss and joy and ounce of nostalgia is there, naked in those depths. “Anakin, I…” Love you. You’re wonderful. I can’t tell you how much I adore this because words aren’t enough. She turns. Gathers up the heavy fall of dark hair and holds it just so. “It’s perfect. Beautiful. I…I need help putting it on.”

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Why Do Dogs Eat Cat Poop

  Dogs seem to have an affinity for finding, eating and enjoying cat poop. While this will never make logical sense to you, there are some reasons why dogs eat cat poop based on health or behavioral issues. If you are concerned about your pooch eating cat feces out of the litter box or while out and about, identify the reason so that you can create the solution.

Some dogs seem to just have a nose for this, going on a walk and out of nowhere finding a new source of cat poop. Stop wondering, “why do dogs eat cat poop,” and take a proactive approach. If it isn’t a medical condition leading to the cat poo craving, you can deal with the issue with dog training. As with most dog behavioral issues, the earlier you start the process and the more consistent you are with training, the more effective the solution will be.  

Is Cat Poop Dangerous for My Dog

In most cases, dogs eating cat poop will not have any negative health effects from doing so. However, if they eat cat feces from the litter box, they may ingest kitty litter that can lead to a blockage in the intestines. In rare cases, dogs can contract internal parasites from cat poop even when household cats don’t demonstrate any signs of infection. As a dog owner, you might be less inclined to accept a bath of slobbery dog kisses making it a top priority to stop the behavior.

Although most situations of dogs eating cat feces are benign, keep in mind that poop is poop and often attracts flies, bugs, and icky parasites. Ill cats may increase the chance of your dog getting sick. Even if your dog doesn’t get sick, he may pass something to his human pals through contact. You could avoid the kisses, but what happens if he licks his paw and then gives you five. All in all, stopping the cat poop eating habit is a must for dog owners.

Why Do Dogs Eat Cat Poop

The three primary reasons that dogs will seek out and eat cat poop: a nutritional deficiency, taste, and boredom. To figure out which of the three is the underlying problem, start with a visit to your veterinarian.

Puppies actually start eating their own poop when in the litter. Mom has an instinct to eat her puppies’ poop to help keep the den clean and to prevent predators from sniffing the litter out. Even domesticated dogs have this trait, so you will want to start early to remove the urge of any feces consumption by your dogs.

Since one of the reasons many dogs eat cat poop has to do with medical issues and dietary deficiencies regardless of what happened in the litter, you’ll want to schedule a visit with your veterinarian. This visit will identify any health issues such as worms, digestive enzyme issues, or medications that could lead to dietary imbalances.  

Poop Eating: Coprophagia

Stool eating is known as coprophagia or coprophagy. While it defines the act, it doesn’t identify the cause. However, this practice of stool eating goes back to their scavengers traits of canines that ate any feces when there were no other readily available food sources. To this day, wolves and coyotes will still consume poop in order to supplement their diets.  

Stool eating is normally something that puppies outgrow with proper training and diet. The timeframe for this is usually when mom weans them from her milk and the puppies begin to eat solid dog food. Making sure they eat often and vitamin-rich food helps the weaning process go smoothly.

Nutritional Deficiencies and Eating Cat Poop

When eating feces (including cat poop) is the result of a health issue, it often has to do with the body not absorbing vitamins and minerals properly. One common cause is exocrine pancreatic insufficiency. This condition comes with symptoms of loose stool, foul-smelling feces, and unexplained weight loss. The veterinarian will conduct a blood panel to determine if medication or a dietary change will help alleviate the problem.

Some medical conditions that use steroids or have extreme dietary restriction also reduce your dog’s ability to properly absorb nutrients. Diabetes, Cushing’s disease, and thyroid issues are the most common culprits. Dietary restrictions may also leave your dog hungry, thus looking for food to satiate his hunger pangs. Supplements, changes in medication, or new foods often help alleviate the cat poop eating in these types of cases.

Intestinal Parasites and Worms

Not only can your dog get intestinal parasites from eating cat poop, but this will increase their desire to eat the cat poop. The parasites steal the nutrients from your dog leaving him to want to eat more, be lethargic, and even lose weight. That’s right; he can eat more and lose weight without increasing activity.

If you suspect your dog has been exposed to worms or may have an intestinal parasite infection, seek veterinarian care immediately. Most parasites are easily addressed with medication and supplements can be provided to help your dog get his right nutritional needs met and gain some of the weight back. The sooner you nip this issue in the bud, the less likely a diet craving will become a habit.  

Lack of Mental Stimuli and Boredom

Dogs are naturally curious and will find trouble when they aren’t properly stimulated. Providing your dog with ample mental stimulation and exercise helps him get his energy out and reduce his need to investigate everything. This extends to the cat litter box where he may innocently go to investigate smells and realize there are little treats waiting for him.

Dogs and Stress

Similar to being bored, stressed dogs develop behavioral problems. Stress could be in the form of moving to a new home, getting adopted by a family, or having a new puppy or kitten join the pack. Pay attention to your dog’s anxiety. If he has never been a cat poop eater and suddenly starts when the family dynamic changes, this is the sign that he is reacting to household stresses.

The earlier you can address the stress and adapt to a new household and behavioral solutions, the easier it will be to stop the stress habit from becoming a long-term bad habit. Baby gates are great to prevent your dog from accessing the litter box, but they are also great to set home boundaries. Use this tool when a new puppy or even a baby are brought into the home. Your dog will appreciate having his own space.

What to Do To Stop Dogs Eating Cat Poop

Cat poop in the home should be an easily controlled issue. If your dog is eating cat poop from a litter box, this is often a dog owner’s fault. Limiting access to rooms where the cat litter box is the easiest way to reduce and eliminate your dogs taste for cat poo. A baby gate or small cat door that your dog can’t fit in is a simple solution that lets cats have their space to go into the litter box while your dog no longer has access.

If your dog is eating cat poop on walks or in the yard, you’ll need to be very proactive about the issue. Walking dogs on a leash help you control them and redirect them. In the yard, limiting the areas where cats may poop limits the opportunities your dog will have to eat cat feces.

Consider Dietary Supplements

If your dog is eating cat poop because he is missing something in his diet, it’s time to change his diet or add something to the mix. Start with his dog food to make sure his food is full of the nutrients that he needs. Pups, in particular, will have issues if they are eating adult dog food rather than puppy formula. If after changing the diet to more hearty food, ask your vet if a digestive enzymes supplement is a good option for your dog.

Dogs that don’t break down minerals properly can’t absorb them. By taking a digestive enzymes supplement, many dogs are able to better metabolize the food they consume and reduce the desire to eat cat feces. A dog’s diet may also include some human, foods that help to improve digestion and enzyme breakdown.

Meat Tenderizers for Dog’s Diet

Many behaviorists and dog experts suggest using meat tenderizers to help dogs break down the proteins in the dog’s diet. By sprinkling a little on their dog food, dogs are able to get more nutrition from the same dog food quantities. This helps keep weight down and improve energy levels while dealing with the dog behavioral issue of eating cat poop.

Pineapple for a Dog’s Diet

Pineapple is a safe fruit for a pet to eat that is high in fiber, vitamins, and minerals. The fiber helps keep dogs stool regular and all digestive tracts moving smoothly. Dogs like the taste of pineapple and will readily eat it. Do be careful about giving dogs too much pineapple because it is high in sugar and can lead to issues with diabetes or obesity.

This fruit is thought to help dogs reduce the craving of eating cat poop. The reason pineapple is recommended for poop eating is because it contains bromelain, a proteolytic enzyme that helps break down proteins. If the dog is eating poop due to an enzyme deficiency, pineapple in moderation can help based on anecdotal evidence. If the issue is a behavioral issue, don’t expect feeding your dog pineapple to do much of anything to solve the problem.

Making Feed Time Habits

  Humans may lose track of time when it comes to meals, but dogs are very much driven by an internal clock of hunger. If you are not feeding your dog at a regularly set time or feeding him enough, he will get hungry and seek out something to satisfy his craving. Puppies eat two to three times a day as their body builds bones and muscle while adult dogs eat one to two times a day.

Be consistent with meals so your pet can rely on the schedule. If you have an erratic work schedule, invest in an automatic feeder. This helps especially if your dog has a dog door with outside access and will look for places where cats, deer, or chickens have pooped. When feeding time is habitual, your dog’s own poop habits become more routine as well. This curbs his desire to eat his own poop as well as cat poop.  

Eliminate Pet Boredom

Every dog trainer will tell you that boredom is the single biggest reason dogs find trouble. Dogs are curious canines. If you are not giving your dog enough exercise or the right type of mental stimulation, he will find trouble. This might be in the form of tearing up your sofa, getting int the trash or gnawing on your favorite shoes.

It also leads to finding and consuming cat poop. While this behavior may start with boredom it could develop into an unwanted habit. You may adjust the mental stimulation but if your dog has developed the habit of eating poop, you’ll have more work to do.  

  Clean Up After Your Dog and Cat

Keeping everything clean is the best way to stop your dog from eating dog and cat poop. This means regularly cleaning out the litter box and picking up feces found in and around the house immediately. The less temptation there simply means you have eliminated more instances of your dog eating cat poop.

If you have a problem with your cat (or neighborhood cats) defecating in your backyard where your dog plays, think about covering sandboxes, planting lavender or thyme to deter cats, or reduce the number of areas a cat can dig. Adjust the landscape to reduce the chance of your dog getting into cat poop you didn’t know was there.

There are also cat sprays and repellents that are designed to keep cats from certain areas such as flower beds. Read the labels of these to make sure your dog won’t be harmed if he somehow consumer the repellant off the plants in the area.

Leashes: A Good Walking Habit

Walking your dog on a leash is a good habit for many reasons. Animal behaviorists and dog trainers always talk about how you can control the dog better when they are on-lead. It helps with training for things like heeling and recall. It also helps in changing behaviors issues such as dogs eating cat poop on walks.

Many dogs, especially canines with exceptional noses, tend to find cat poop where dog owners don’t think of looking. In a split second, a crafty pooch can have a mouthful of cat poop leaving dog owners desperately trying to get it out without touching it. The habit of walking your dog on a leash gives you control over how far away from the path he will go.

If your dog starts to zero-in on something he smells, then gently pull on the leash and redirect him. Tons of positive reinforcement and consistency teach your dog that staying on track is rewarding. This helps with more than just dogs eating cat poop; it can prevent snake bites, poison ingestion, and a million other accidents that happen daily on walks and hikes.

CBD Oil Dog Treats

There is a new trend of supplements for dogs that uses CBD oils. There is still a lot of research to be done on the various benefits and potential dangers of using CBD oil treats and supplements for dogs although some anecdotal evidence suggests that it can help with the absorption of minerals to reduce dogs desire to eat cat poop.

Before starting a CBD oil treat plan for your dog, check with your veterinarian. You’ll want to research the right dosage and be sure that the CBD oil has no THC. While humans can metabolize this, dogs can’t. Do your research before you add anything new and virtually untested to your dog’s diet. While cannabis has been around for centuries as a medicinal plant, take the time to understand its full effects and side effects before jumping in.

Check In With Your Dog Trainer

Animal behaviorists know that good training starts young and has results that last when consistency is maintained. Even dog with some medical conditions that would have them inclined to eat cat poop is known to lessen or stop the habit. If a litter box is a culprit, make sure to use baby gates and keep dogs away from the temptation.

Meet with your vet to confirm that your dog is healthy and then set an appointment with a dog trainer. Dog trainers help evaluate the situation, assist with home layout remedies, and provide you with the training tools to stop your dog from eating cat poo. The longer the habit has been in place, the harder it is to remedy it; this is true for all dog behavioral training and eating cat poop is no different. Make it a point to deal with this immediately.

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