#and then random townies have been dropping dead

[handelplayssims]

Lottery day! Might as well purchase some tickets, even if 2B and 9S don’t need the money. 2B’s got less than two hours until she heads into work so I’ll just have her meditate a bit before heading out. 9S is finally awake at 11AM! Low fun so lets do his whim, playing chess. Second whim is to chat with Tetsuya, who’s at work until 4. We’ll just play chess until then and then invite him over. ...I’m also planting a bug on him. Just because. Work for 9S is, once again, writing reports. So again, we’ll write that report and then be parked at the computer for even more time. ...ah yes, need a new aspiration for 9S. I’ll go with Nerd Brain, as it ties into Logic and Handiness is not that bad.

2B wants to chat with Alice Spencer-Kim but alas, 9S has his socialization going on, not with Tetsuya, but with Eddie, who dropped by. Thankfully, they both left. So the two just had a little chat. Right. 2B still has her aspiration to do so when we are to chat with Alice Spencer-Kim, we’ll do it at the Onsen, right next to the slopes. A nice check in was had. Right, now let’s SHRED THOSE SLOPES! ...the bunny slopes, I mean. At least until level 2. Annnd injury. I was going to switch slopes but with that, we better relax some more at the onsen. Annnd it’s 5AM on the next day. And Winterfest. Neither 2B or 9S have any particular desires to do anything on this holiday. ...but at some point, you know my boy is going to rush over and go “2B! 2B! Where have you been!?” Jealous as he is. Also, I misunderstood! I thought we needed some snowboarding and rock climbing but I just needed the rock climbing. ...ah, and I got a reminder about climbing gear. Ah well. When we got home, I’ll get that sorted. For now, we practice! ...and bring 9S over. So he can check in on 2B and join in on her in rock climbing. Also Sabrina Slade won the lottery. Congratulations to this random townie.

I had 2B and 9S exchange gifts at least. They would at least do that for Winterfest, I believe. Meanwhile, while 2B rock climbs, I had 9S ski. Seems like a 9S thing to do. Also AYE! I finally got a call from another sim to hang out! Aurun asked 9S to hang out at his home. Sims update just happened that made changes to allow that to work. Wooo. Still rejecting it though. We’re skiing! Now we can focus on 9S’s whim! Asking 2B on a da- she’s sleepy. Dang it. Well, let’s return home. Good day at the slopes, very productive towards skill building. ...after 9S gets a skill raise in skiing first. Now he’s sleepy. Might as well do the festive things together and then go to sleep. Wait no, woohoo and THEN sleep. Because yep. Yep. That be those two.

Let’s see then. 2B’s whims are to flirt with Miko Ojo...eh and to mourn the dead. Ehhhh. We don’t even have any dead to mourn. Father Winter is here so we’ll just wait for him to go away before heading out to the local bar with Miko. Ahp, Father Winter is chatting with 2B, let’s see if we can ask for a prese- annnd there he goes. Ah well. Eh, this is the final day so let’s just get some rest before we end this time with the androids. And just about 5AM! Nice! Let’s check Neighborhood Watch and head off!

Neighborhood Watch!

Tyrell Carlisle in the Carisle household has died. Tyrell asked a rabbit if it wanted a carrot, but the rabbit chose violence.

Rosa Landgraab in the Lend household left her job as a Getaway Driver in the Boss career.

Oooooh intersting! That might mean new paths for her. Maybe.

Forgotten Hollow: The Paewai household recently moved out.

Tatum Olivas in the Olivas household retired from the Diver career.

Alright, let’s see where the dice roll takes us. Ooooh, Moody and McMillan! We’re going to visit some old gays next time so see you all then!

[taylors-simblr]

Random Story Facts Game

I was tagged by @treason-and-plot thank you! Although I can’t see your post anymore??

Created by @fataleromeo Please use the hashtag [ #randomsf tag ] so I can check yours out!

We all have them. Little bits of our stories that exist only in our heads. Things we know but never seem to find a way to share for whatever reason. Or maybe you’ve mentioned it in passing but haven’t gotten a chance to explain. Either way, here’s your opportunity to spill!

Copy and paste this into a new post and then tell us five (5!) little bits of trivia about your story. It can be about the characters, plot, you name it. Then tag a few storytelling friends and keep the game going!

Okay well first of all I’m very flattered that anyone considers my Bacc as a story :P , also my sims do not have the juicy, drama filled lives of treason’s, they only just got roads! Under the cut because it got looooonnnng

1. Weston is a total audiophile, he just eats up music, but because of the closed nature of the town, the latest bands he knows are from the 90′s. He always wished to be a drummer when he grew up, but never had access to a drumkit poor guy

2. Sometimes Halle Anne finds herself daydreaming about not having any kids, lying on a beach next to a very handsome man who, she is ashamed to admit, is not Weston. Sometimes the daydreams involve a lot more than just lying on the beach with the handsome man. The man is different all the time, but most often he, she is even more ashamed to admit, is Jordan :O Jordan hasn’t given her so much as a second look since he started being serious with Niamh, but Hallie can’t even talk to him or about him without her face getting hot and a flush creeping up her chest and neck.

3.  Niamh sometimes talks at night to her Aunt Kayla. She always saw Kayla as more of a parent than her real parents anyway. She alternates between indifference and hate towards Siobhan, she loves Franklin, but he always seemed more like a best friend than a dad, and she finds that when anything important is happening in her life, the person she want to talk to most is the one she can’t, but she does it anyway. Sometimes she goes to Kayla’s grave, but mostly it’s just when she’s in bed at night. No one noticed when she lived at ‘home’, it weirded Jordan out a bit at first, but now he’s used to it and sometimes joins in as well.

4. Dean is probably one of my darkest sims. He likes the prestige of belonging to the mayor’s family, but he wishes that he was the mayor rather than Lauren. He’s not a big fan of strong, independant women, which is the majority of the town. Having a daughter hasn’t changed his opinion of that and Imogen will unfortunately find that out as she becomes a teenager.

5. There has been someone killing sims in town, only townies so far. I don’t even know who it is yet...

I forgot tags! Tagging @mikexx2, @moocha-muses, @didilysims, @deedee-sims (your oc story or your bacc) and @katatty

[raining-anonymously]

playing the sims (4) is wild. i was playing the “new in town” scenario with the premade sim farrah nouvel. throughout the gameplay, farrah broke up the goths and seduced bella, had a wildly successful painting career in which she may have committed several crimes, built an honestly amazing house despite having no money, became excellent friends with santa claus, and finished off the scenario by inviting everyone she knew (including mortimer AND bella, all three sages, and more) to a huge party in her newly upgraded house.

then i noticed farrah had a sad moodlet buried beneath her other ones. apparently someone had died? weird considering everyone she knew was at the party and there wasn’t a fire or anything, and i didn’t think i’d been playing long enough for the elders to die. it was some randomly generated townie who i’d never cared much for, so i finished enough tasks to make the party a success, thereby completing the scenario! yayy! then morgyn ember started looking a little weird, right before they dropped dead on the basement floor. beside them was simeon silversweater’s urn. after farrah failed to seduce the reaper into sparing morgyn, minerva charm died too! what was going on? 

i realized after the fact and much too late to save anyone that it was because of the heatwave. morgyn, simeon, minerva, and random-townie-guy were not wearing weather appropriate clothing, and i forgot to use the thermostat. great. now farrah can’t stop crying, l. faba hasn’t noticed that her two only friends are dead, gemma and darryl charm are orphans, and the grim reaper somehow ended up joining the household. also, there’s four gravestones in the yard.

clearly, there’s only one solution here.

farrah has to journey to the magic realm, learn untamed magic from whoever succeeds morgyn, and cast the dedeathify spell on her dead friends. not random townie though. screw that guy.

after that, maybe i’ll feed the reaper to the cow plant for ruining my party. and killing some of my favorite sims i guess. even though it was my fault for not turning on the thermostat even though i knew there was a heatwave (because farrah wanted to talk about it with santa claus). 

but hey, look on the bright side—after days of no socializing while farrah painted nonstop so i could finish the house, she finally got to talk to another sim about her fears of being controlled��with the grim reaper who had just killed three of her best friends. 

[onceuponamirror]

ghosts

Faintly, Nancy can hear the waves crashing into the shoreline down the road. A buoy rings against the water. She takes a breath. “So…you don’t regret not leaving?”

“Do you?” He counters, as if knowing she wasn’t just talking about him anymore.

[set between 2x05-2x06] [read on ao3!]

“What’re you thinking about?”

Nancy turns to look over her shoulder, surprised to see Ace standing there, hands in the pockets of his puffer. He has a smile emerging from the corner of his mouth, which broadens slightly after a moment. “You look super serious. Am I interrupting something heavy?”

“What? No,” she says, clearing her thoughts, and echoes his grin. “I just thinking about…ghosts.”

“Ghosts,” Ace repeats, and drops into the seat beside her. She’s sitting on the table, whereas he’s planted on the bench, and yet they’re still at eye-level.

She blows out a breath and shakes her head slightly. “Yeah, ghosts. With everything happening so fast last month, I feel like…I didn’t fully process…” She pauses, and waves her hands for exaggeration, “Ghosts. They’re real.”

He furrows his brow, as if waiting for her to continue, or to finish her thought.

Nancy falls back on her palms, glancing up briefly at the darkened sky. “It’s just—I’m supposed to be this…Hero of Horseshoe Bay, or whatever they want to call me in the papers. I don’t really care about that but—solving mysteries is the only thing I’ve been good at, and…”

Ace passes her a slightly mischievous smile. “Is this about me coming for your title? I’m a ‘Hero’ too.”

She rolls her eyes and bumps his shoulder with her own. “No, it’s…I make logical leaps. That’s all it is. How can you make logical leaps with supernatural stuff?”

“Ah,” Ace says.

“If ghosts are real, what else is? And what won’t I be able to solve because I didn’t think to consider…Bigfoot, or something? I don’t know if I’ll be any good at this when the rules of physics don’t apply.”

“Nancy,” Ace says slowly, “all due respect, but that’s super dumb. You’ve already solved like, three ghosts mysteries by now.” She opens her mouth with mock offense, but he just grins at her, and she’s unable to stop herself from matching it again. “You’re good at this. Dead or undead. Besides—people always say stuff about physics as if it just relates to gravity. It’s a lot more flexible than that.”

She cocks her neck. “What do you mean?”

Ace shrugs. “Like, I went down a Wikipedia rabbit hole one night. A lot of physics is about theorizing about other dimensions and energy, and matter. Like—there’s that rule, that matter can neither be created nor destroyed. I think it’s mostly about decay or whatever, like how when we die we go back to the ground, but maybe there’s another part, like with our soul, that sticks around. Who’s to say that doesn’t encompass ghosts?”

Nancy just stares at him, dumbfounded. When she first met Ace, he’d struck her as a quiet slacker; another fellow high school burnout. It’s almost upsetting how much she’d misjudged him. “How the hell do you know that?”

As if slightly embarrassed, Ace ducks his face down, but she can still see his smile. He shrugs again. “Like I said, I love a good Wikipedia black hole. Which, coincidentally, has a great article on black holes.” They meet each other’s eyes, and Nancy feels something sputter against her chest, suddenly deeply aware of their proximity. She wonders if he feels it too, because he clears his throat. “Anyway, I don’t sleep super well. So it gives me a lot of time to collect increasingly random knowledge.” He taps his temple. “It’s a steel trap of trivia.”

She raises her eyebrows, still taking him in. He never seems to stop surprising her. “How did we not know each other in high school? You would’ve been super helpful on some of my earlier cases, you know.”

“I thought you worked alone then,” he says, somewhat teasingly, but like he’s avoiding her question. After a moment, he sighs. “I knew you, you just didn’t know me. We actually had art together, I think.”

“No way,” she says at once, before she can think on it. “I would’ve noticed you.”

It’s his turn for his eyebrows to jump on his forehead. Her neck flushes hotly, but mercifully, he looks away from her. “Nah. I was barely there. I was kind of a big stoner in high school.”

“I’m shocked,” she says dully, and he laughs. At the sound, her chest tightens again.

“I know. It really plays against type,” he counters, smirking.

She laughs, and a silence falls over them gently. She’s still surprised they had a class together and she didn’t even know him—even if they didn’t run in the same circles, he was still Ace. If she wracks her brain, she has a vague memory of a skinny kid in a backwards baseball cap and an oversized plaid shirt, but it’s hard to reckon that with the long-haired, soft-eyed, much more muscled boy who sits beside her.

When her thoughts finally return to the present, she finds him watching her. She turns slowly to face him, breath catching against her chest. Her eyes dart down to his mouth, and he does the same. Anxiously, she pushes her hair behind her ears, unwilling to let this moment last. This is Ace. Get it together.

“What?” He asks, his tone something low and velvety.

She laces her fingers together and tips her chin up, wistfully watching a faint star. “What are you still doing here?” She asks, and he meets her eye again, confused this time. “I mean, you’re smart. You never wanted to get out of Horseshoe Bay? Go to college?”

Ace leans back on his elbows. “Nah,” he says, but something in his voice betrays his attempt at casualness. “I didn’t have the grades, even if I wanted to.” Nancy purses her lips, not sure she believes him. He shifts uncomfortably, like he can tell. “Pothead,” he adds, impishly. “I took a couple of classes at the community college, but…I dunno, I got bored. I’ve had pretty much every job in town, at this point. Never really held anything down, ‘til now.”

“Yeah?” She asks, breathily.

“Worked on a lobster fishing boat for a summer. That was really hard,” he supplies, and Nancy wonders if that was the cause of his transformation from skinny kid in art class to the surprisingly toned boy beside her. “Worked at the video store, until they went out of business. Worked at the library for a bit. That didn’t work out, for obvious reasons.”

“Obviously,” she echoes, grinning at him. He rolls his eyes playfully.

“Last year I even worked at the yacht club,” he adds, glancing away from her. “That’s where I met Laura Tandy.”

At the mention of his ex, Nancy straightens. She tries not to put too much thought into the strange reaction her body has, deciding instead to dig at the larger thought that still nags. “Do you ever wish you’d gone with her? To Paris, I mean. Had adventures…left Maine?”

“Nance, I’m pretty sure adventure isn’t geography-specific at this point,” he sighs, throwing her a knowing look. There’s a slight thrill at him calling her ‘Nance’, and she tries to push it down. “But no,” he sighs. “My dad…I still think he needs me. He keeps trying to go back to work, as if he doesn’t remember why he left in the first place. Someone has to remind him.”

A soft hum escapes from the back of her throat. Privately, she thinks there’s something loaded there, something buried. A lie to himself, maybe. From her observation, Ace and his father are very much alike, but she doesn’t think he’d want to hear that.

Faintly, Nancy can hear the waves crashing into the shoreline down the road. A buoy rings against the water. She takes a breath. “So…you don’t regret not leaving?”

“Do you?” He counters, as if knowing she wasn’t just talking about him anymore. She levels him with a warning look, but he doesn’t back down, just piques an eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” she says, honestly. “Right now, no.” She bumps him with her shoulder again. “Look at us. A couple of townie burnouts.”

He grins. “Somebody’s gotta do it.”

Another blanket of silence settles between them, but gentle this time. Again, the waves lap against the shore.

“I still can’t believe I didn’t know you,” she says quietly, perhaps not meaning to say it aloud. Somewhere along the way, he became such a fixture. But she supposes that goes for all of her friends—she was so different in high school. She’s not sure she’s someone she would’ve liked now. She realizes Ace is looking at her again. “I just mean, it’s such a small town. Like, I don’t even know your last name,” she adds.

He still hasn’t budged, soft smile and all. “Oh, it’s—”

“Yo! Lazy Drew! Are we gonna Boggle or what?” George’s voice floats across The Claw’s back deck, and they both turn around to see her at the back exit, her hands on her hips, lit warmly from behind. “Ace, you said you were gonna go get her and come right back.”

“My bad,” he says, getting to his feet. He offers her his hand down, even though it’s barely a jump to the ground. She takes it anyway, but it hits her with a shock of static so strong that she drops it like a hot potato. His eyes are anywhere but on her.

“Game night waits for no man,” George says drolly, holding the door open for them.

“Fine, fine,” she mutters, passing through the doorway. She spins around and points at George. “Tonight, we Boggle, but tomorrow—trivia night. Teams.”

“I’m game,” Ace pips up, as George only rolls her eyes and nods as she struts past them, towards the booth where Bess and Nick wait.

“Tomorrow, you’re on my team, Mr. Steel Trap,” Nancy whispers to him, leaning in conspiratorially. His body heat warms against her skin, even through her light sweater.

His smile is soft. “Any time.”

[burng0d]

i luv this shit bruh!! i was tagged by @ladyancientcosmos so uh 🥺🥺ty

nickname: well uh my first and middle names are thomas jaymes so most ppl just call me tj lol, but i also get teej and jayme sometimes, and one of my best friends calls me tommy (he's the only one that gets away with it though lol)

zodiac sign: we cancer up in this bitch!! 10th july babeyyy!!!!

height: around 5'5.5" i think? (lol) i gotta remeasure myself but i've grown since i last measured myself n i was Just short of 5'5" then soo

hogwarts house: i have no clue!! i've taken the test soo many times and i get a different answer every time!! it puts me in slytherin most but i don't think i really match the slytherin traits?? tbh i think i'm a ravenclaw, but ig maybe a hufflepuff?? i'ma have to go w/ ravenclaw tbh though lol

last thing i googled: uh i was looking up the dates of stonewall for an essay for my english language class

song stuck in my head: holiday by green day (a bop!!)

following: 141

followers: 40

amount of sleep i get: generally anywhere from 2-5 hours (yikez!) but i tend to like wake up n then not move for minimum half an hour, and on thursdays (bc i start late) and weekends i generally get like 4-8hrs

lucky number: 7 or 13 lol

dream job: making music bruh!! i live for that shit!!! i'm (technically) working on a covers album rn (but i hit a lil bit of a standstill what w school n stuff rip)

wearing: pair o those art socks (the ones w/ the scream on em), grey workout shorts, a cheap lion ring i got from claires when i was like ten, n then a black shortsleeve tee over a (bright) orange (i luv halloween) hoodie (+ my friendship bracelet and necklace lol i luv my friends sm bruh)

favourite songs: fully i'ma jus drop the tracklist for my covers album here jus bc i have an excuse to now lol;

midway arcade treasures - ghostbusters vhs

townie - mitski

lithium - nirvana

drown - bring me the horizon

jesus christ - brand new

wallflower - moses campbell

half a man - dean lewis

cop graveyard - teen suicide

say something - ceschi

mama - my chemical romance

song for the sleepless - ollie mn

brite boy - (sandy) alex g

broadripple is burning - margot and the nuclear so & so's

like real people do - hozier

u.n.i. - ed sheeran (might change this one tbh but i stand by the fact that this is his Only good album imo)

we found two dead swans and filled their bodies with flowers - teen suicide (yes it's the second teen suicide song on the tracklist lmfao but it's a banger so why not)

thas not all my faves but uh yuknow lol (i need to stop sayin "uh" lmfaoo)

instruments: guitar, bass, ukulele, a lil piano, recorder(if we're counting that), whatever i remember of clarinet from yr5, the teensiest bit of drums, and i'm tryna learn violin at some point

random fact: i recently shaved my own head (down to a buzzcut) for a laugh and livestreamed it on instagram lmfaoo

aesthetics: in terms of clothes mid-to-late 2000s noel fielding lmfao, but in general i luv anything even vaguely edgy and i love mid-to-late 2000s low qual emo shit and midwest emo (especially irt music), and i was gonna say sumn else but my mind jus blanked but yh basically i luv edgy (especially ironically edgy) shit

okay so uh now i gotta tag 17ppl so uhh,, dw if you don't wanna do it n sorry if you've already been tagged or already done it hnnnggg:

@b-lurryblitzbee @izzy-24-xx @glennatohowerton @theentiregdtime @hauntedmoth @anthonycrowley @junkyardvampire @idioticnimrod @macfoundhispride @whatriverrunsdeeperthanthis @bookishbloop @crazypaddydennis @floralmac @gayfatmac @bastardmanvibes @lesbianfreyja @weirditalienplumber

[edge-has-no-chill]

sadasdaksd This is unexpected but here we go y’all

Tagged by: @petey-protection-pack !!! Thank you??

Tag: answer 21 questions and tag 21 people

Nickname: Otter, Edge, or Mickey

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 5′8 or so, I never measure myself oops

Last movie I watched: Toy Story 4 literally today and i cRIED

Last thing I googled: Fahrenheit to Celsius. I was trying to bitch about weather to my online friend but she’s from several countries away oops

Favorite musician: Varies from moment to moment, currently I guess Mitski

Song stuck in my head: Nobody by Mitski 

Other blogs: @superpaltriofan but lmao it’s basically dead now adays until a month before and after a season drop for She-ra 2018

Followers: Um 37 but like,, over half of them are porn bots so y i k e s

Following: 31 uwu

Sleep amount: either 3 hours or 12 hours, no in-between.

Lucky Numbers: 62, and 48 I guess

Dream job: Movie director!! And/or book and screenwriter. Just,, writing. or art. art and cartoons.

What am I wearing: a scooby doo shirt older than me i stole from my brother, and pajama pants

Favorite food: Tacos!!

Languages: English. I can say like, five words on Spanish, say a sentence in French, and tell you “bitch eat shit and die” in ASL

Favorite song: Brave as a Noun by AJJ, Townie by Mitski, and JK by Crywank.

Random fact: Peter Quill is one of the most developed and tragic characters in the MCU but no one talks about it just ‘cause the Guardians movies are comedies 🙃

Describe yourself in aesthetic things: dark brown eye shadow, ripped jeans, almost knee-high boots, ripped leggings, dyed hair, fandom or club/team shirts  tucked into black skater skirts, door’s covered in stickers from events, fabric samples I liked, wrappers from important things, tags from fandom merch.

Favorite color: Purple, Blue, Red, Yellow.

yeah the thing is i LITERALLY don’t have twenty followers that aren’t bots, if you find this in your feed and haven’t been tagged previously, go on ahead and join

[cherry3point14]

Hey Jealousy

Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: I mean idk. Jealousy. Kissing. Bets. Crushing pretty hard. Word Count:4,792 Summary: You’ve had a major crush on dean forever, and for the last couple of months, you’ve been dropping serious hints. Only Dean isn’t picking anything up. When Ketch shows up and shows interest, Dean’s jealousy makes an appearance. A/N: Another prompt by my girl @divadinag. I enjoyed writing Ketch more than I thought I would if I’m honest. He’s a fun asshat. This is kinda trash and I won’t apologize for it because it was fun to write. Although I have to be honest, I need to stop writing these things on the train.

Ao3 if you prefer.

You’re not blind. You’d noticed how goddamn attractive he was the moment you met him. You’d seen how well he filled out, well everything, his t-shirts must’ve been a size too small right? It’s the only explanation for the way his muscles stretch the fabric just so over his thick arms and the planes of his back. It’s probably why he wears those thick flannels over the top, he needs the extra layer. And god those legs. Strong bow legs outlined in denim. His whole body is just, ugh, a tree you wanted to climb. That’s without even beginning to describe his face; perfectly chiseled and home to the most interesting eyes and full lips you’ve ever seen.

He’s fucking handsome. We get it. He doesn’t need to be that head to toe beautiful. It’s borderline obnoxious.

But, sometimes you can’t always act on these things when you want to. You’re in the middle of a hunt when you first see him. A vampire nest outside of Aurora. It’s all pretty textbook. The idiot bloodsucker you’ve been tracking leads you from this dive bar to a closed down warehouse and it being the middle of the night the nearby businesses are empty. You scope the place out, sneak in, and you’ve taken out three of them, still holding a now decapitated head in your hand, when Sam and Dean Winchester bust in like they’re the heroes of this story. Normally you’d be annoyed by another hunter, or two, interrupting you while you’re in the middle of something but there’s still three vampires left so maybe there’s a small flutter of relief at their arrival. Then they’re all dead and the first time you meet Dean, really look at that perfect fucking face of his, is over a pile of dead vampires as you’re burning the evidence together. He’s not any less handsome but you’re not exactly feeling your most alluring. Not covered in blood stains and bumpy skin that’ll be bruised in the morning.

Not making a move that first night had been self-preservation. You'd been trying to save yourself the embarrassment of him turning your messy ass down. Although you convince yourself it’s good manners. You convince yourself it’d be rude to hit on him mid-hunt. It’d be a different story in a bar but you’re on the job, it’s no time to stare at him like a piece of meat.

Anyway, you’d been bleeding. You’d killed four vamps by the end, but one got a taste. The bite mark on your shoulder was deep and bleeding pretty substantially even with the rag you were holding on it. Honestly, you’re lucky the idiot couldn’t get a good shot at your neck or you wouldn’t be standing.

Sam had insisted on patching you up with promises that he stitched like a pro. Dean had promised you breakfast with a wink that made your stomach tighten. That’s all it had been. Medical attention and a suggestive promise of food. That’s how you ended up staying at the bunker for that first night.  

Well, really, that’s how you moved in. And moving in is how you became friends with them.

Now you’ve been there a few years. You’ve met their mother, a woman who was famously dead for decades. You’ve seen other realities and archangels and met God. It’s too much to list everything. Their lives are not that of normal hunters and by association, your grip on reality has loosened a bit as well. Even considering that your reality had already included monsters and demons.

It’s just that recently, maybe the last six months or so, there’s something that’s really been grinding your gears. Or should you say, nothing is grinding your gears and therein lies the problem. You haven’t got laid in a while and all because of Dean-freaking-Winchester.

You’re stuck between a rock and a hard place. Even on the hunts where you do go off on your own, because sometimes you need a few days, you can’t just pick up some townie at a bar like you used to. They never come close to Dean and invariably seem like a waste of your time. Or like you’re cheating on your crush. There’s your hard place.

The rock is Dean himself. Because only an actual rock could be as obtuse as he is to the signals you are putting out there.

There are all these random moments. The hours, sometimes days, between the hunting crap where you live normal lives. Movie nights where you swan off to your room to slip into something more comfortable first. Something that showed off a little too much leg or was a little too tight around the chest and was, generally speaking, not always that comfortable. Or there were the touches you’d started laying on him. A hand that lingers too long on his arm or fingers that ghost over his when he hands you a coffee.

Between all the physical touches and the stares, the flirting, you’d been about as subtle as a bull in a china shop. The number of times you’d laughed at his lame jokes should have been enough, right?  It was finally starting to dawn on you that maybe Dean Winchester did not, like he suggested the first night he met you, want to share post sex breakfast with you. It was very possible he didn’t even want the sex part of that equation.

And then Ketch came to call.

The knock at the bunker door was out of the ordinary sure but nothing you didn’t think one of the boys could handle. You weren’t rushing to answer it yourself anyhow, not when you’ve read the same page of the book in your hands over and over again. Once again caught in your own heard thinking about him rather than whatever you were trying to read about. Maybe one more attempt and you’ll actually absorb the words this time.

When you still have no idea what you're reading after two more tries you finally give up, dog-ear the page and haul your ass off the bed to investigate.

“You think you can show up and we’re just going to let you stay? I don’t want you here while I sleep.” Dean’s voice is loud enough to hear before you step foot into the war room. You can tell he’s not really angry though, there’s a hint of amusement behind the gruffness, the kind of tone he reserves for people he doesn’t completely hate.

“What exactly are you worried about me doing?” The response is smooth, polished and decidedly British.

They both stop bickering when you enter. You should have known that it was Ketch but having only met him on a handful of occasions you hadn’t recognized his particular lilt without seeing his face. Before you get a chance to even say hello he smiles at you, “why Dean thinks anyone would be interested in bothering him when you’re in the room is beyond me. Y/N, always a pleasure.”

It’s not like you’re an Anglophile but yeah, sure, his accent is easy on ear. And when he’s complimenting you it’s all the better. Especially with how bruised your ego is from constantly being shut down by a certain Winchester for months on end. The heat rising up your neck as you step closer to them both, it’s just biological.

“Well, I’m not going to complain if you want to stay a few days.” You casually add to a conversation you weren’t a part of as you take a seat in the middle of the map table. Unconsciously an equal distance from them both.

“‘Course not when he’s nice to you!” There’s no hidden amusement behind his words this time. Dean is suddenly genuinely agitated and you have no idea why.

“Oh, because being nice to me is a crime now?” You shoot a glare at Dean, more annoyed than you should be. He doesn’t know the torture he’s been putting you through, it’s not really his fault that you’re so eager for a compliment.

Ketch watches you both with interest but is not swayed or distracted, “Y/N, as I was telling this ape-”

“See!”

“-before you got here. I’m working on a commission in the area and use of the library would be incredibly helpful. It would only be a few days and since I have previously helped him out of some particularly sticky situations, perhaps he would be so inclined to return the favor.”

You feel yourself involuntarily nodding along with him as he speaks. His lips aren’t as full as Dean’s but it’s still nice to watch his words fall from them. “It’s not like we don’t have the room,” you add helpfully.

Dean, from somewhere behind you and your now focus on Ketch, protests again, “he’s literally a goon for hire, for all we know he’s here to kill us.”

Ketch let's out this condescending chuckle that you can tell riles Dean up without even glancing in his direction, “Dean, if I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead. In any situation Y/N has nothing to worry about, I could never rid the world of something so lovely.”

You hadn’t liked the casual mention of killing Dean. Even as a joke the idea made a dull weight form in your stomach. It’s just, Ketch so easily switches back to complimenting you on the same breath. You don’t mean to smile like a sap at him, it just kind of happens.

“Fine, he wants to stay, he can stay. But when we all wake up dead...” Ketch opens his mouth but Dean doesn’t let him have the pleasure, “shut up.”

Then there’s the stomping of boots in the distance and you and Ketch are alone for the first time in all of your meetings.

“He’s always the charmer, isn’t he?”

“Are you really going to pretend that you didn’t do that on purpose?”

Ketch’s eyes twinkle mischievously which is so unlike any other time you’ve met him that it strikes you as odd how un-Ketch like it seems. He glides into the seat next to you with an unnatural agility and half cocks his head in your direction, “I am absolutely sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, even if I did what harm is there in ruffling his feathers?”

“He did just let agree to let you stay.”

Maybe it’s his stiff upper lip but Ketch delivers everything he says like his life is already scripted so it’s no surprise when he leans in an inch or two and whispers as smooth as silk, “well aren’t I the lucky one?”

You offer to help Ketch with some of his research because you’re a good host. It’s definitely not because he steals the occasional glance. And you’re definitely not intoxicated by the attention like a sixteen-year-old sneaking a wine cooler at prom.

Nothing would ever happen with Ketch. You’ve heard stories about him and bluntly put, he’s simply not the man Dean is. It’s just comforting to feel wanted again. It’s a confidence boost you didn’t know you needed and he’ll be gone in a few days anyway. Why can’t you enjoy being wanted for once?

“Y/N?” Dean clears his throat and you hide the widening of your eyes by staring intently at the page because honestly? You have no idea how long he’s been there watching you with Ketch.

“Yeah, Dean?” You try to stay nonchalant but with him standing there you’ve started doing that can’t read thing again.

“Thinking about going out for burgers, wanna come with?”

That catches your attention enough for you to look up. At first glance, he looks the same as ever and yet he’s different somehow. A suggestion of nerves in his voice and something else you can’t get a read on. That’s not to mention how out of character the question is in the first place. If he’s going out for food he hollers from wherever he is, saves him asking you and Sam separately. And he rarely asks for company, you always figured he liked some time to himself when he went out.

Just as you open your mouth to ask him if he’s ok Ketch speaks up, “hard luck, Y/N already agreed to accompany me to dinner.”

“I did?” you blurt out and catch Ketch wink fast enough that only you see. “Right, right. I did.”

Your compliance with Ketch sets Dean’s jaw for all of a second before he shakes it off and manages a cocky smile, “we’re all going out huh? I had no idea, I’ll go get Sammy. I don’t know about you but I am hungry.”

“At least wear something other than flannel!” Ketch calls out after Dean’s disappearing form.

You wait about a nanosecond before you turn to him, “I said yes to dinner when?”

He sits back in the high leather chair like he’s a Bond villain, the accent doesn’t help the image, “don’t get me wrong while I would have thoroughly enjoyed our tryst, I am strongly inclined to believe that I may not be welcomed back if I dally with something that does not belong to me.”

“You call this welcome?” You motion with a hand in the direction Dean disappeared to.

Why can’t he just spell out what he means without the intrigue? If he had you might have understood what he was trying to imply before Sam appeared, lurching forward as if he had been shoved into the room followed by Dean sporting a too wide smile.

“Where we eating then?”

Dinner is weird. The whole situation reeks of weird. If you didn’t know any better you’d think it was a hunt by the knot in your gut, the one that normally forms when something is about to go wrong.

It’s a goddamn Olive Garden for crying out loud but Ketch holds your chair out like it’s five-star fine dining. He’s British so you just write it off but then Dean watches you sit down like he might murder Ketch, or you, or both of you. Ketch orders the most expensive bottle of wine they have and it’s only like a hundred bucks, but still, it’s a sizeable amount more than the beer Dean is sucking down. Normally you’d be nursing a brown bottle too but Ketch insists on wine for the lady. You normally wouldn't give in but he hands you a glass with this reserved elegance and damn if it doesn't make you feel like a lady. Dean orders the same food as you because he says that you always order the best thing on the menu and then Ketch swoops to agree that you have excellent taste.

As the evening wears on you feel more and more like a toy that they both want to play with. Except Dean doesn’t want to play with you right? He’s your friend. He’s made that perfectly clear by the way he’s been ignoring your advances for months. He’s just being protective.

At some point, you look hopefully at Sam who shrugs as if it answers your question. You’re not even sure you know what the question was but you know Sam’s apathy wasn’t the answer you were looking for.

Then, once you’ve finished the pie that Dean ordered for your dessert, the check comes. Somewhere in your imagination, there’s the sound of a rattlesnake to signify the coming showdown. They both square their shoulders and for the first time that night they seem to have forgotten that you, or anyone else, exists. It’s just them and their dumb argument about who’s picking up the tab.

You’ve drunk too much wine by this point to care or be impressed by their pissing match.

“Eugh, can we just go home please?” You’re up out of your chair, frustrated and swaying your way to the door with Sam in your wake.

If you had stayed in your seat for even 30 seconds longer you might have seen the way Dean looks at you, or if you’d have turned your head back once you’d have noticed how distracted he is watching you walk away. Ketch has more than enough time to pay and get up out of his seat while he waits for Dean to come back to reality.

“She is something isn’t she?” Ketch is smug and proud even when complimenting someone else.

Dean stands up with the scrape of his chair on the floor, bringing himself to full height against his suited adversary. “When are you leaving again?”

"Oh, not for a few days. Plenty of time to get to know her.”

“Well, well, well boys. Looks like this is my round.”

“I think it’s positively adorable that you don’t feel the need to have anything close to resembling a poker face.” Ketch catches your eye making you pout exaggeratedly from behind your cards.

Sam had been tired, or so he’d said, and he’d gone to bed but you were caught in that sweet spot after drinking where sleep was the last thing on your mind. And since Ketch had been so eager to stay up with you Dean had suggested poker with a fervent shout, like the idea was escaping his body without permission. Which is how you got here. Sitting around a table with both of them opposite you, Dean slightly to your left and Ketch slightly to your right. You’re losing miserably at this point and normally you’d be horrified about that except you're buzzed and don't really care.  

At least you’re having a good time. Dean, on the other hand, is not. Every time Ketch opens his mouth you'd swear you can hear him grind his teeth. It gets louder if Ketch is talking to you directly.

“Come on then Rainman, you gonna call?” Dean grumbles.

“Call?” you quip, pressing your cards to your chest to protect your secret. “Are you kidding me? I raise!”

Dean had got his chips out, the nice set you bought him the Christmas before last, and even though your pile is the smallest you wiggle in your chair in excitement with your decision. There’s a big song and dance, waggling eyebrows and a little chuckle as you push the pile to the center, “that’s right, I’m all in!”

“You sure, sweetheart?”

Being on the way to fully drunk it’s even harder to fight the blush when he calls you that. So, you don’t fight. You smile down at your cards and let the pink flush your cheeks. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

You can feel Dean’s eyes on you. There’s no way to explain how you know he’s looking at you other than a tingling under your skin, but you just know. And you’re terrified to bring your gaze up to his because you have no idea what you might find there. It could be the final nail in the coffin, it could be an expression so far removed from lust that it finally ends your crush. God, he could be staring at you like you’re the little sister he never had, who shouldn’t be gambling so frivolously.

Your feelings for Dean are not always easy to deal with but they’re yours and you’re not ready to let them wither and die. You’re not ready to have your heart broken over a drunken game of poker, in front of Ketch of all people. So, you don’t look at him. You chicken out and take this deep, shuddering breath while you continue to study your cards, even though you know them by now.

“Ketch, your turn?”

“So it would seem.” He answers smoothly. Either unphased or unaware of what just happened. He calls, which isn’t all of his chips since you'd been losing. As he pushes his bet into the center of the table he adds an afterthought, “I like a woman who lives dangerously.”

Something snaps in Dean that you’d swear makes an actual sound in the relative quiet of the room. Like the crack of a twig underfoot. Without a beat or taking another look at his cards he growls, “I’m in.”

Ketch seems less and less oblivious to Dean’s anger and more like he’s actively ignoring it. Or he's simply much better at whatever game they’re playing. It’s certainly not about poker. “Care to reveal yourself Y/N?”  

You lay down your cards with a sloppy smirk on your face, “four of a kind.” You’re pretty pleased with yourself and turn to Dean playfully, “you’re up cowboy.”

“I can’t beat that,” he drawls, putting his cards on the table face down. There's a grin all for you at beating him but before you can get lost in a wordless moment with him Ketch steals your attention again.

“Looks like I win.” He turns over a goddamn royal flush and you resist making some lame joke about his monarchy. Instead, you crease your forehead at him and throw your hands up in the air.

“Really? This was supposed to be my round.”

“Would you have wanted me to let you win?”

Normally your answer is no but normally you don’t have the better half of two bottles of wine swirling around your stomach, “yes. That’s exactly what I wanted.”

Dean snorts and you throw a glare in his direction, “what are you laughing at? You’ve still gotta beat him, you know, for America!”

Ketch sees his opportunity and pounces, “what about for you?”

Even though everything, since he’s got here, has pointed to you being what they’re fighting over it’s still momentarily jarring to hear it out loud. You scoff, “I don’t know what you do in England but here…”

“I’m not suggesting anything more nefarious than a kiss.”

“A kiss?” You parrot back to him and he nods. You can’t look at Dean but suddenly he’s all you can think about. KIssing Dean would either put your crush to bed or push you to obsession. Either way, it’d be something real and tangible. Something yours, if only once.

Dean is noticeably silent as you sit back in your chair and Ketch, thankfully, doesn’t break eye contact with you. He’s daring you. Even sober you’re too competitive to walk away from his challenge.

“Done. Winner gets a kiss.”

Ketch smirks, “we have an accord then.”

Dean wins the next round but Ketch had a substantial haul from your ‘all in’ idiocy so it doesn’t wipe the Englishman out completely. The corner of his mouth does twitch ever so slightly as Ketch’s shoulder slump in defeat though.

You’re sitting opposite them both silent. Refusing to show anything more than a passing interest in the game. The ice that you’re swirling in your drink is far more interesting. At least, that’s what you try to convince yourself.

Ketch wins the next round but the ante hadn’t been as reckless. His victory probably puts them on more or less even footing now, both of them hoarding a fairly equal pile of chips.

That’s when you realize how equally matched they both seem to be. Offering a kiss to the winner hadn’t seemed weird until the third game starts. Fairly instantly this feels like the deciding game and now you’re sitting there as less of an observer and more of a prize. There’s not a crack in their poker faces and though neither of them looks at you it still feels like you're under the spotlight.

Dean downs his glass when he looks at his cards which you initially think is bad but then he bets big so was it a bluff? Ketch leans back confidently but then seems more reluctant to call, that is until the last round when predictably both of their pots, every last chip, ends up in the middle of the table.

“Y/N what’s that phrase I’m looking for?” Dean asks you without actually looking at you, he’s in a battle of eye contact with Ketch.

You’re startled out of your silence, “what?”

“Oh yeah, read ‘em and weep.” He turns to you now, “or in your case pucker up.”

There’s that heat creeping up the back of your neck again and you face is forcefully trying to stop a grin spreading out over it. If you didn't know any better your heart just pumped out of your chest like a cartoon.

“While I appreciate your confidence it would appear that for the second time today it’s your hard luck.” Ketch elegantly spreads his cards over the top of Deans as if he needed an extra illustration that his hand beats Dean’s.

You tear your eyes away from the cards to look at Dean who is mostly frozen in place. Ketch wastes not a second before he’s out of his chair and walking around the table, holding out a hand to you. “If you’d be so inclined I’ll take my winnings and get off to bed.”

A hand slams on the table behind you but Dean holds whatever he might have said inside as you slide your hand in Ketch’s and stand up. It’s just a kiss you think. You’re the one who should feel the most awkward considering your crush. Even so, it’s just a kiss.

Ketch is a man of style so a kiss is not just a kiss.

He pulls you to him with your hand and slides his other to the back of your neck. His hand at your neck, in your hair, is a means to support you while he dips you in his arm and presses his lips to yours. For all the showmanship and flourish he puts into it the kiss is relatively tame. It’s a chaste press of his lips on yours, he doesn’t try for anything more. But it’s a long moment in time and between that and the slight headrush as he pulls you upright again there’s still the ghost of a breathless giggle on your lips when he lets go of you.

“Goodnight Y/N, you’re welcome.” He whispers as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “Good game Dean,” he adds in a bright, chipper voice as he leaves for his room.

You had no mind to follow him and ask for an explanation. At that point, you’re still under the impression that he means you’re welcome for the kiss because you still don’t understand what Ketch had meant all those hours ago in the library. You still don't understand what Ketch has been doing all day since he first saw you and Dean together.

“Erm, I’m going to- I think I should get to bed too.” You say looking everywhere but at Dean because if he saw the way you’re biting your lip to hide a smile he might get the wrong idea. You don’t want to sleep with Ketch, it’s just been a while since you were kissed is all.

The problem with your escape plan is Dean himself. You make it all of two steps down the corridor when calloused fingers wrap around your upper arm.

“Dean, what the…?” the surprise in your voice is knocked out of you by a few things happening at once. He boxes you in with your back pressed against the hard wall behind you. One of his hands is pressed against the wall beside your head and the other still on your arm, his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. His head is slightly dipped in your direction and it might be the closest you've ever been to him while his focus is all on you. He’s making the absolute choice to invade your personal space.

“You’re not following him are you?”

For the first time, you notice there’s a hint of worry in his face and a knot in his brow. Though you don’t understand it you are quick to expel his fears.

“No! I told you I was going to bed.”

The switch is instant, worry turns into something deeper. His eyes darken in a stark contrast to the usual rich green and his tongue darts out over those fucking full lips. Which makes you stare at his mouth obviously, catching every syllable as he forms it.

“Good, good.”

“Why? You’re not jealous are you?”

“I don’t get jealous sweetheart.” His hand creeps up your body, his fingers nimble and soft over your shoulder and neck before his fingers settle over your cheek. You want to call him out on his complete and utter bullshit but it’s hard when just a simple touch leaves you struggling to breathe.

“So, you’re not about to tell me I’m yours or some macho jealous crap?”

He ducks a little lower, his lips barely brushing your as he answers, “Nah, I’ll show you instead.”

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[sanacaspercatvet]

A Day in the Life of Vet Student

For pretty much my entire life, I have been what is commonly known is rural New Zealand as a “townie”. The last 3 years of my life however, my career as a vet student has flung me in the farthest corners of the peaceful New Zealand countryside.

The 26th of August, 2019. I am having my first day of a rural vet practice clinical placement.

I wake up sleepy and sad to be leaving my all too warm bed heated by an electrical bed warmer.

My feet hit the cold floor. It’s 6.34 am. The sun has risen but I can’t see her behind the storm clouds, so the light in the air is the harsh fluorescent moody kind of light which makes you want to snuggle back into bed and sleep some more (which is kind of a permanent mood for me anyway but I mean whatever).

I hate the beginnings of placements. A new place. New strangers I have to interact with. The beginning of a period of interrupted sleep patterns. Boxed food. I generally try to avoid packing myself food (only because I’m lazy), but if you don’t have food on placement, you’d rather as well be dead. The work really builds up an appetite. You will find yourself eating literally anything you can get your dirty poopy hands on.

I get in the car and start driving. It was supposed to be a 30 minute drive according to Google maps, but nothing could have prepared me for the roads I needed to traverse that morning. I shall attempt to describe the drive using just a series of multiple single words:

windy, death, narrow, death, inappropriate-speed-limits (yes I’m aware these aren’t single words), death, SUVS-with-impatient-drivers-sticking-to the-bum-of-my-car, death, rain, wind, RAIN, death, 25kph recommended hairpin bends, death, DEATH

I arrive bright and early, 10 minutes before I am supposed to be here, just so I time to give myself a pep talk in the car. “Okay, Sana, you can do this. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. You aren’t going to die. It’ll be fine. Just like your other placements. You’re okay. Breathe, breathe. Yes, like that. In… out….”

I walk into the clinic carrying my multiple pieces of paraphernalia and introduce myself at the reception. This is a huge clinic. Bigger than any of the others I’ve worked in so far.

They make me wait for a bit before taking me into the back room and introduce me to the vet I’ll be working with today. The center has about 5 large animal vets whom I will be working closely with over the next two weeks.

We start getting ready for the first call out of the day.

I’m wearing work pants, a long sleeve t-shirt under a polo t-shirt under a sweater, two pairs of socks (cute pink patterned ones under a proper pair of farmer work socks), and a pair of steel toed work boots. I am still really frikking cold. My toes and fingers are ice-blocks.

Before we go out, I don a pair of overalls, wet weather overalls, and a rain jacket. I put on a beanie I’m willing to ruin, and switch my boots for a pair of gumboots. As I said, it is really a terribly stormy cold cold cold day.

 We get in the vet’s truck. It is really nothing less than a magical thing. It holds everything that they might need during a call out. Starting with the syringes, needles, and drugs, right down to a 6 foot metal calving jack which I will describe a little later.

The boot of the car generally has a fitted wooden trunk with draws filled with stuff. On top of this, there are tubs full of the most random things. If it’s a UTE (utility vehicle), the sides open up as well and hold more vet thingamajigs. The backseat has even more stuff! (surprise)

We get into the car and start driving.

Our first call out is a farmer who wants to do some spring bloods.

(A little background on this: Spring is the season during which cows generally give birth over here. So the season is also called calving. After cows give birth, they get their calves taken off them and put into sheds on milk powder or milk from different cows so the mother can be put into a milking herd and her milk collected and sold. Generally, after calving, and after milk production starts, if the cow hasn’t eaten enough during her pregnancy, her body can go into a negative energy balance state, where she is producing more than her body has/can make. Her calcium and magnesium levels are the first to drop. If this happens, she can collapse. The farmers usually try to treat this themselves in the beginning by providing them with calcium/magnesium supplements with an energy formula. When this doesn’t work, they call out the vets.)

Spring bloods are done to check how the herd is doing nutritionally and whether they have any deficiencies. Usually, we take around 10 blood samples and it can serve as proxy for a herd of around 200-ish cows.

We get there and get everything else set up. The farmer has already taken out 10 cows for us and lined them up so we can get right to it.

It is my first time taking blood from a cow.

In our practical sessions during the last two semesters, we’ve drawn blood from sheep. Cows are a little different. From sheep, we usually take blood from the jugular vein under the neck. In cows, we take blood from the blood vessel under the tail.

When working with cows, it is really really easy to get covered in poop. If you aren’t in the industry, you’d be surprised. Farmed cows are just always pooping, especially when they are being handled. Their poop is also usually semi-liquid so when it falls on the concrete floor, it does a wonderful acrobatic job of splashing up and covering parts of your body you didn’t even know existed. I learnt my lesson early after spending my summer two years ago on a dairy farm. But that’s a story for a different time.

Because of this constant poop assault, you need to be covered well and also know which parts of your body to expose (your hands upto your elbows, cuz its easier washing poop off skin than it is washing it off sleeves).

How to draw blood from a cow: Ensure cow is properly positioned so the bum is facing you. Lift tail up and with your other hand, feel for a little divet on the bottom part of the tail close to the body. The divet will be shaped kind of like a ‘B’. Right in the center of the B, you will find the blood vessel. It’s a bit of a juggle knowing what to hold using what fingers. Because while holding the tail and feeling for the hard-to-locate-blood-vessel, you have to uncap your needle and pierce the skin; all while not poking yourself or dropping the vacutainer (which collects the blood due to a vacuum) in the 5 cm poopy slush on the floor.

My first cow, I had to pierce about 3 times to find the right spot. My second cow, I dropped stuff, didn’t find the blood vessel and once I found it, I lost it. So I didn’t get quite enough blood. My 3rd and 4th cows were fine.

Cows tails get quite wet and poopy so they’re difficult to hold. Also, while you’re drawing the blood, it IS totally possible for the cow to start pooping on you. It gets everywhere, the stuff. And it’s not like all of them stand still and don’t move.

SO, a more accurate picture is you standing close to the bum of a pooping cow trying to hold on the tail desperately while it’s wildly struggling and you can’t let go because the needle is stuck up the tail!

Lovely.

Our second call out was nothing short of shocking.

It was supposed to be just a retained placenta/foetal membranes. Sometimes after cows give birth, their placenta doesn’t detach and come out (as afterbirth) which is supposed to happen.  So a vet goes over and has to remove it manually.

As a 3-year veterinary veteran, I thought I’d seen some things. Nothing could have prepared me for this.

We arrive at the farm and in an open hay shed at the front, the farmer’s wife is waiting for us. A little bit of a mental picture adjustment for the reader: In India, when we think farmer, kissan, we usually think of a tanned man in a lungi and a dirty shirt – shoeless. Well, that’s my mental picture anyway. This is how they have always been portrayed in movies and because I’ve never had anything to do with farming in India, this mental image just stuck with me//

In New Zealand, the term farmer means something else entirely. The word farmer is used to refer to a man who actually owns the farm, either a sheep, dairy cow, deer, goat, or pig farm. Sheep and dairy cow farms are the most common.

Farmers here have really surprisingly appropriate gear. Water proof trousers, good sturdy gumboots, either a waterproof overcoat or a woollen fleece pullover or jacket, topped off with a beanie (usually gotten free from Farmlands or any other giant farming stores. Each piece of gear costs on average 200$. So if you’re looking for an industry to invest in…

So the farmer’s wife is all decked up in expensive looking waterproof gear (yes it is still pouring and very very windy). She has her legs crossed, hands in her pockets; and is sitting really casually on a hay bale while her dogs run around her. The expression on her face is almost amused tinged with a 2% strain of boredom.

The cow we are supposed to calve is behind her. On the floor. She looks so done with everything, the cow I mean, not the wife.

We get out of the car and start collecting our gear.

We walk over, exchange pleasantries and start examining the cow. She has a slightly high rectal temperature and her breathing is laboured. She looks a little bloated.

The vet immediately dons a glove sleeve (A glove which goes up all the way to the shoulder) and sticks her hand up the cows vagina and gasps. “There’s a calf in there!”, she tells us.

Since we were called out for retained foetal membranes, we were assuming that the cow had already calved (given birth). Finding another calf in there is a little bit of a big deal because twins aren’t very common in the dairy industry.

“Why don’t you go ahead and have a feel”, she tells me.

I am all too exciting to be sticking my hand in there.

I put on a glove sleeve, making sure to stretch it at the top like one of my lecturers taught us.

Glove sleeves has an amazing remarkable capacity to roll down and bunch up at the elbow just when you’re getting really poopy which defeats the whole purpose of the thing.

Stretching it along the axis towards the top of it constricts the plastic a little so it holds the arm and has less of a chance of slipping down.

I put a little lube on my palm and stick my hand in.

The first sensation you feel when sticking your hand into a cow, whichever orifice it is, is warmth. A whole lot of warmth. This wasn’t my first time inside a cow. I’ll probably write about that another time.

So I stick my hand in and start advancing it further up the canal, and before long I can feel a small hoof. I push further until I feel the chin of the calf. Yup, she had a twin left inside.

The farmer’s wife tells us that she calved over a week ago, and so the vet explains that the calf inside her has probably died and already started rotting.

So now, we start to extract the smelly rotten calf.

We try getting the cow to stand. It’s hard enough trying to get a calf out of a standing cow, and near impossible to get one out of a recumbent cow.

The farmer brings a tractor and lifts up the bottom half of her body into standing position using a special holder that clasps onto the protruding hip girdles of the cow.

The vet pumps a few litres of lube into the cow using a special pump and then puts her hands in and tries pulling the calf out using the forelimbs. We pull for about 10 minutes before deciding that we need the calving jack. Oh yeah, time to bring out the big guns.

The calving jack is made of two metal pieces. The first piece is a 6 foot hollow tube thingy which isn’t actually round, it’s more cuboidal in cross section. The second piece is kind of like a holder ting that sits on the hip girdles of the cow.

You have to attach ropes onto the legs of the calf (while it’s inside, yes) and a rope onto the head. These ropes are attached to the handle of the calving jack and you basically jack it backwards. This motion makes it easier to pull the calf out. Physics, yay!

So we try that for about like half an hour and we only just about manage to get it out halfway. So the head is out now, and it’s pitifully hanging out the mom back side.

The cow’s vagina was doing a really terrible job of dilating: it wasn’t.

So we basically chop the calf in half using a hunting knife.  Yep, that’s what we do. The calf was dead, please remember so you don’t get more freaked out than you already are at this point.

The next thing we are going to do is chop the rest of the calf into pieces while it’s inside the uterus and then remove each piece individually.

There’s a special apparatus that does this. Its basically a sharp wire that you need to get in and around a point where the body bends; we chose to get the wire between the legs.

Once the wire is around where it needs to be and both the ends are out, you need to insert them through two tubes and attach the ends to handles.

Making a sawing motion cuts whatever needs cutting inside.

So I hold the apparatus and the vet starts sawing. It takes us an hour until we make a cut through the flesh and bone.

She puts her hand in again and pulls out one leg, and then pulls out the other leg with a bit of difficulty because it’s still attached to the hip bones.

Every bit of that carcass smells exactly like what it is, a rotting mess. The teeth were falling out, the fur was coming off in tufts. It was exactly what you’d expect from a decomposing body.

So yeah, that was a tough calving.

But it doesn’t end there.

She puts her hand back inside to feel for any more debris that needs removing and she find instead a hole in the uterus!

I put my hand in and can feel the flaps of a really large hole through which I can also feel the stomach and the kidneys. Because of this hole, we are pretty sure that some of the infected rotting stuff has entered the usually sterile space of the abdomen. The cow is doomed.

After spending around 3 hours getting out the calf to save the mamas life, it was so sad to find that hole which had obviously been there a while. There was no possible way to treat that, and the cow was going to die a slow and painful death if we didn’t do anything.

So we spoke to the farmer and he said he would shoot it and that was that.

It was so heartbreaking.

We come back to the clinic really demotivated.

After lunch, I go out with another vet to treat a ‘down cow’. Cows go down due to the whole deficiency thing I already explained above.

It was  s t i l l  RAINING. It was still cold. It was still windy. And out we went.

I’ll keep this last call out short: the vet didn’t have a four wheel drive, the cow was in the middle of a field, we had to walk half a kilometre in the rain and kept coming back to the car because we forgot things, the wind was stinging our faces, the cow was shivering, we treated the cow, it wasn’t getting up, the rain got heavier, it got colder. Yeah so that was our last call out.

I got home at like maybe 5.30, showered and went to the library to study.

And that concludes a day in the life of a vet student.

[zydrateacademy]

Current Activities in Gaming #218

Town of Salem was originally a game I marked as “not interested” because it seemed like one of those party games alongside things like Gmod, Jackbox, Stickfight, Super Bunny Man, Cloudberry Kingdom, Gang Beasts and a bunch of others. The kind of game where it’s not typically expected that you play solo but amidst a discord group for maximum lulz. That’s what I did for my first few games but I fell in love and decided to try my hand at solo. Now, I don’t win very often. Due to the nature of the game, there can be several factions vying for control of the game. Townies sure but there’s also vampires, a team of mafia, serial killer and jester, all with their own special win conditions that are independant of the townies. So losing is sometimes just a successful gambit on their part and most of the gameplay is not just learning how to lie, but how to lie correctly. With that in mind I have a couple of game highlights I’d love to outline for you folks. I probably had three other Jester games but my fourth was a hilarious success. A Jester’s goal is to get themselves hanged, and by doing so they get a free kill for anyone who voted guilty or abstained. The idea is the person kills themselves for “guilt” reasons. One of the things I learned by this game is that each mode (excluding the chaos of “Any All”) has two or three slots dedicated to a randomized townie. For the vampire game mode, that is two supports and a protector. The two random supports is what shines as a jester in the Dracula Palace, and I took full advantage of this fact. I claimed medium a couple nights in and hilariously, another medium demanded to know exactly what the dead were saying. I was feigning falsehoods, things like “they’re not very talkative” or “the guy usernamed Dab is just dabbing”. I got a couple votes but the day ended. Of course I was immediately put under suspicion and because it was the vampire mode, I looked like a potentially foolish vampire. So I was quickly voted to the trial and during all that time, only a couple of people pushed the jester claim. One guy was “inno this” but ultimately I was hanged with 9v2. That night some dead told me to hit a guy named Escort who was claimed to be a vampire. I did so, siding with the town (I would win anyway). And there they went. I watched the entire game go down and eventually it ended with several people and a “Jester Wins!” popup. I’m not sure what that means, as the Witch was still alive and four vamps were dead, minimum.

I’m not ENTIRELY sure what happened here or why there were so many people still alive. If someone knows more about Drac Palace mechanics and can use the screenshots above to ‘suss out’ exactly what happened, be sure to give me a ping. Another highlight. This one literally just happened so it’s a little fresher in my mind. It was my very first Witch role ever and I wasn’t exactly sure what they could do. I knew they could find out people’s roles but didn’t know they could literally control what someone did. Like you could force a jailer to hit someone or... essentially roleblock others. We’ll get to that. I had little to no suspicion drawn on me through most of the game. I acquired a couple of votes in the early nights but as people started to drop, suspicions were laid at the feet elsewhere. I was jailed once and claimed medium which the jailer stated to be a very weak claim. True enough, but I wasn’t executed. I later found out who the jailer was and made them jail the vampire hunter. I then discovered who THAT was and essentially stunlocked the hunter twice by having him search himself for two nights in a row. By then I kinda knew who one of the vamps was, and I whispered them something like “9 is vh” and then GLORIOUSLY they claimed VH and pointed their fingers at the real one, which most of us voted on because vamps had a full party (or at least 3) so votes would weigh heavily for us. So in summary, I roleblocked a couple of lookouts in the first 1-3 nights, found the jailer, got them hung, RB’d the vampire hunter twice and outed them with the vampires and we took care of business.  I can’t do this very often and I’m sitting on an 8 wins to like, 30 losses but the wins are glorious and the losses are mostly understandable. Some of those losses are just random murders too, me being taken out on night one by killers who just need to do -something-. Townies can make some silly decisions but as someone who’s been on both sides... Sometimes we’re just clever at lying.

[minrcrafter]

MysteriaCraft[PvE]{1.13.2}{Towny}{Custom Mobs}{Custom Items}{MobArena}{SlimeFun}{McMMO}{Jobs}{Custom Terrain}

Welcome to MysteriaCraft

Server: play.mysteriacraft.com

Welcome

Welcome to MysteriaCraft, We are a friendly community driven server with a aim to make fun, challenging content for our players to enjoy. We welcome anyone and everyone and we’re sure you’ll fall in love with what we have to offer.

Please visit us at play.mysteriacraft.com

What we have to offer

Towny and Grief Prevention Towny includes a wide variety of features to enhance cooperation between players and includes many features not seen in regular survival. Create towns and nations, go to war with other nations or work together to create your own little paradise.. Grief Prevention is for players who enjoy keeping things simple and do not wish to participate in group events and activities, purchase or earn claim blocks to protect your builds from potential griefers.

Custom Mobs and Bosses All monsters that roam Mysteria have had a upgrade with monsters becoming stronger and faster depending on their level, new mobs have also been created like the Ghost and the Bandits, each bring new attacks, skills and loot to the game. Bosses are extremely dangerous and normally require a team to bring them down, be prepared before challenging these titans otherwise you’ll soon end up dead…

Remnants and Artefacts Remnants can contain random custom enchantments, weapons, tools and artefacts that may prove useful on your adventures, you’ll obtain them from time to time by killing monsters that stand in your way. Artefacts are items with special properties, some repair broken armor, others can be used to teleport you to unknown lands.

Chat Titles Earn unique titles to display and show off your achievements, tags can be found by purchasing ranks, drops from a mob or by completing quests.

Quests and World Events (new) Quests can be found in spawn and around special towns and cities, they vary from little story missions to simple fetch quests, Complete quests to earn special rewards. Events are global missions that pop up from time to time, these include fishing competitions and more.

Friendly Community We strongly believe that the community is the heart of a server, Our staff and players are very welcoming to new players and we have no doubt you’ll be making new friends in no time, Toxic behavior and drama is strictly not allowed and is swiftly taken care of by one of our many active staff members. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Server Rules:

Rule 1 - No exploiting, cheating, hacking, or glitching

No cheating of any kind will be allowed on the server. This includes any hacked clients such as x-ray or click aimbot, texture packs that have x-ray, as well as macros that give players an unfair advantage.

Do not abuse any bugs, exploit the server’s features or duplicate items for personal gain in any way or form. Abuse of this kind may result in a balance reset and ban.

Usage of VPNs will result in an permanent ban.

Usage of chests/furnaces or other containers lockable with LWC around others bases will result in a tempban.

Rule 2 - No advertising

Do not mention, or attempt to bypass mentioning, the name of any server other then Mysteria.

Do not try to bring other players to a different Minecraft server in any way.

Rule 3 - No AFK pools or complete auto-farms

Do not construct ways to bypass the server’s AFK kicker.

If you build a Semi auto-farm it MUST be turned OFF when you LEAVE the game OR area.

Do not let it run. It will result in the removal of your farm completely and may result in a tempban.

Do not make anything for the sole purpose of making the server lag by using extreme sizes of redstone.

Rule 4 - No spamming or causing drama

Do not spam in any chat channel on discord OR ingame. Repeating the same or similar messages multiple times, is considered distracting and is NOT allowed.

Do not spam caps. We will remove repeated abusers caps access.Keep the chat appropriate and do not bypass our filter with profanity or immature behavior.

Do not spam items for sale in chat over and over again. You may advertise your items every 5 minutes in chat.

Do not beg other players to give you money, buy you things, or donate for you.

Only communicate using English in the global chat, though the use of other languages is allowed in private chat.

Politics, religion, or other controversial topics are not allowed.

Do not start personal arguments or create intentional drama between players. The staff has the right to mute or ban those who are being toxic.

Do not troll other players.

Do not use an inappropriate/offensive, usernames, skins, or nicknames. Those who join the server with an offensive username will be banned until they change it to something appropriate. You can appeal on the website. You also cannot create inappropriate builds or signs. This is a family friendly server.

Do no scam others with anything. This is NOT tolerated OR allowed.

Rule 5 - No griefing or raiding

Do not break or place blocks not set by you. You must also have permission from the owner.

Do not kill another player’s mobs.

Do not steal items from others. If a player drops an item by accident and you pick it up, you must return the item.The stealing and ruining others builds in a area that is NOT claimed is NOT LEGAL.

Rule 6 - Players

Do not disrespect or harass any player or staff member. We do not tolerate this behavior! Our communtiy should be kept a safe environment for everyone.

Message a staff member if you are being harassed, or report the player on the website.

Do not threaten the server or other players in ANY WAY.Do not share someones private information on the server.

Do not talk about self harm on the server in game or on discord.

Rule 7 - No wrongful killing

Do not kill another player unless in a PVP zone.

Do not create a “death trap”, or anything designed to kill another player.

Do not use /fly during player-versus-player combat in our pvp zones.. this includes anything that creates a personl gain. Fair fighting ONLY.

Rule 8 - No abusing donator/member perks

Do not impersonate a staff member or another player using /nick or /prefix.

Do not chargeback donations sent to the server in any way. This will result in a PERM ban/IP ban

Do not attempt to transfer in-game items for a real-life currency.

Rule 9 - Claims

Do not claim a chunk of land within 100 blocks of another claim.

Do not remain on someone else’s claim if they have asked you to leave.

Players who have been inactive for 60 days, may have their locked items such as chests and furnaces removed by a Owner ONLY.

Rule 10 - Respect punishment decisions

Do not evade punishments in any shape or form.

Do not argue with a staff member’s decision. If you feel a staff member is abusing their power, please private message either Raigna or Anorchous on the forums or discord.

Those who are punished for breaking rules a total of 10 times will be perm. banned. You can appeal depending on the situation.

[severalbakuras]

s6 liveblog episodes 1-4 (late edit: skipped 3) here we fucking gooooooo

if this seems super lotor/keith/generals focused it’s bc it is, i literally don’t care about anyone besides lotor and keith and the generals and have multiple aus to vanish off into if any of them die this season lel. (late edit: looks like a good choice me!!)

(even LATER edit: HAAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHA)

episode one: CHANGE. THE FUCKING. INTRO.

oh hey it’s diyak (idk if that’s how it’s spelt)

lotor are you setting hunk up for pain (late edit: HE WAS) so diyak totally did this to lotor too huh.

that’s what vrepit sah means? kinda lame.

IS THAT BOXY IN PROGRESS IT ISSSSS

sendak’s fop organization is going well i see

and shireplica has no reaction to sendak at all again

tf was that face lotor

ooooooo haggar what you doing

IS THIS IT IS HAGGAR GONNA FIGHT THE WHITE LION (late edit: doesn’t look like it :////////////)

netflix please include a ‘skip transformation’ button the same as you do for the intro if they don’t have the decency to change it.

mmkay skipping ahead i’m bored ooh allura can bring back the dead, dark vld give me necromancer princess allura.

oh shit it’s honerva. please still be just as evil please PLEASE

episode two:

KEITH MY BOY I’VE MISSED YOU

;A; HIS VOICE

‘you drop a bomb like this and tell me you’ll explain later?’ - vld fandom.txt

space babble space babble time travel??

random note but has allura always had those purple earrings?

uh allura were you expecting a kiss there lelelel (and she does the same leap she did with the keith catch back in s2)

‘you sure you don’t need a third wheel for help’ ugghgghgghghgh is this what lance gets to do this season beyond fighting? pine after allura who’s gaga for lotor? i don’t ship it but if allurance is getting content this season deserves better then what i think is gonna happen (bc lbr even if lotor doesn’t have the creepy shit from the original there’s way too much bad blood from the original 80s voltron for them to think making lotura canon at ALL is a good idea).

(also related i am v concerned for lotor if this is the plot line allura and lance are getting)

didn’t mention it before but once again the background artists knock it out of the fucking park. massive kudos.

AAAA

BABY

BABY KEITH

YORAK??? WAS THAT HIS GALRA NAME HDSFKSDF

EVIL SHIRO

guys they only started getting along like... five days ago like holy shit. why is this show so bad at pacing.

lmao his first thought was that krolia was after glory

aww keithdad ;A;

SPACE WHALES YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

OH MY GOD BABY KEITH I’M NOT OVER HOW CUTE YOU ARE YET

omg so keith’s hoverbike is made from parts from krolia’s ship i think!!

oh

;A;

;A;

;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA;

who is this adorable comet wolf?

ok this doesn’t answer how keithdad died though.

WOLF WARPS???

they’ve been timey-wiming for TWO YEARS????????????????????????????????????????? i...

nah that’s pretty fucking dumb lol like it’s great that keith and krolia got to hang out for two years but like that’s a long fucking time to be stuck with one person on a space whale. and it totally feels like they wanted to deal with all keith and krolia’s emotional reconnecting and healing and stuff offscreen too.

uggghghg this is seriously how the allurance arc is gonna go.

first we don’t know keithdad’s name and i bet they won’t tell us the warp wolf’s name either.

is THAT romelle??

episode three:

mmmmmmmmmyeah skip. if i were to rewatch the series from start to finish i’d be more open to watching this much like the coran show but it’s like when a stevenbomb is 80% townie, sure it’s important but i don’t care i’m bored where is the plot. 

episode four:

BOXY IS LIVE I REPEAT, BOXY IS LIVE

so this is technically the second visit of lotor’s to this place (given it’s confirmed honerva was pregnant af when she entered it) wonder if it feels familiar?

uggggh i have Foreboding Feelings about this.

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeppp. time to swing lotor back around to holding the villain ball i guess.

fjsdkgjdksagjadlfhgjfd i’m sure something tragic is going to happen to romelle’s little brother but his fucking voice i literally just choked on my drink when i heard it. it’s fucking newt pippington british hooves from friendship is witchcraft oh my gOD.

YEPPP HERE IT GOESSS.

(like this is shitty. i won’t argue against that, at all. but i’ve also stanned characters who’ve objectively done even worse. so i’m not unstanning lel. canon lotor moves from the slightly problematic box with wrathion/my skyrim main/zodd to the pretty problematic box with jasper/garrosh/yami bakura/sylvanas. not quite in the what-the-fuck-problematic box with the monster deer from ‘the ritual’/my ‘hello naughty everyone it’s murder time’ skyrim alt/slan but he’s definitely changed stan tiers)

(plus like it’s functionally identical to my warcraft main’s arcane torrent racial ability so like i can’t be too mad at lotor for doing something i do against almost all spellcasting enemy mobs and players)

(like also i’ve had my own mental lotor running around in a dozen aus for months now who’s been ignoring canon for the most part since almost... yeah since like s4. and i also have shipped (and continue to ship) keitor since s301 despite us having literally no content at all. canon has never mattered to me with this ship and it never will.)

hey @scrawlers isn’t this eerily like that horror thing lmao (only it’s not shiros and they’re not dead)

like if this is meant to be part of lotor’s ~grey morality~ did someone take lessons from the warcraft writers lol this is exactly the same shit they’re pulling with sylvanas right now.

DON’T DO THIS TO HER YOU BASTARDS. (late edit: they did.)

i’d like to quote myself from a few episodes ago: “guys they only started getting along like... five days ago like holy shit. why is this show so bad at pacing.”

allura’s super strength makes a long awaited return, lotor you deserved that lol.

OH FUCK THERE SHIREPLICA GOES

BLACK PALADIN KEITH IS BACK BABY (god i wish it were under better circumstances though.

ugh even with black paladin keith back, do i want to keep watching? not right now and definitely not for the reasons the writers probably would want me to. i mean i probably will finish it tomorrow for completionism’s sake but like. i won’t be watching for the story i’ll be watching for aj locascio’s and steve yeun’s vocal performances and the background art and the animation.

which is a damn shame but it is what it is.

just fyi if you (this is a general you) read this and think i shouldn’t think this writing is bad, regardless of your stance on lotor (anti/stan/neutral etc)? i don’t give a shit, keep it to yourself because i’m not interested and you won’t be getting a response lel.

you’re allowed to think it’s good, i’m allowed to think it’s bad.

(also if you’re thinking ‘if you think the writing is bad why do you still stan canon lotor and why are you going to keep watching the series?’ my answer is i do what i want.)

hhhhhh.

i’m dumping my self-imposed spoiler embargo, i’ve ceased all the fucks i have to give about what potential this show had and have fully shifted into ‘i’m gonna watch this trainwreck pull into the station’ mode.

[scarvgodmother]

When the rpg came into my mind while editing and jamming to my playlist, I felt so hurt. Okay so the second idea is more of a murder mystery type of plot. It’s Friday The 13th meets Scream with some Riverdale vibes. It would have like an 80s aesthetic but based in the early 2010s. It’s a semi appless town oc and plotline has the gist of someone’s picked up town urban legend “Jason Voorhees” mask and is on a killing spree or is it really Jason ?? && it will take up most of the 1st season (c)

© and if I have another admin, we will debate if we should have Jason come back from the dead or if it’s a character ( selected by us and the muns wanting to pick up that role ) so we can introduce season 2. The question is if I would make it OC or skeleton because I want to have random townies but I also want a small group so people can interact with each other ( main conflict with the Miami ideas cause thinking of spots and equal amount of genders )

im stressed… how’re you going to put my three favorite things; friday the 13th, screan, and riverdale together like as much as i love the rich kids miami idea ? i feel like this one would be really awesome to drop, plus no one has used jason as a antagonist in rpg at all ? it’s all been ghostface so i feel like more people will be into it ? plus the idea of having seasons ? is my fav ever. personally, i think to pull off the small group but also have random townies & charas you may not have thought about adding it may be best to go with maybe an oc group that maybe has a cap on how many character’s you’ll have in the group ? 

[minrcrafter]

MysteriaCraft[PvE]{1.13.2}{Towny}{Custom Mobs}{Custom Items}{MobArena}{SlimeFun}{McMMO}{Jobs}{Custom Terrain}

Welcome to MysteriaCraft

Server: play.mysteriacraft.com

Welcome

Welcome to MysteriaCraft, We are a friendly community driven server with a aim to make fun, challenging content for our players to enjoy. We welcome anyone and everyone and we’re sure you’ll fall in love with what we have to offer.

Please visit us at play.mysteriacraft.com

What we have to offer

Towny and Grief Prevention Towny includes a wide variety of features to enhance cooperation between players and includes many features not seen in regular survival. Create towns and nations, go to war with other nations or work together to create your own little paradise.. Grief Prevention is for players who enjoy keeping things simple and do not wish to participate in group events and activities, purchase or earn claim blocks to protect your builds from potential griefers.

Custom Mobs and Bosses All monsters that roam Mysteria have had a upgrade with monsters becoming stronger and faster depending on their level, new mobs have also been created like the Ghost and the Bandits, each bring new attacks, skills and loot to the game. Bosses are extremely dangerous and normally require a team to bring them down, be prepared before challenging these titans otherwise you’ll soon end up dead…

Remnants and Artefacts Remnants can contain random custom enchantments, weapons, tools and artefacts that may prove useful on your adventures, you’ll obtain them from time to time by killing monsters that stand in your way. Artefacts are items with special properties, some repair broken armor, others can be used to teleport you to unknown lands.

Chat Titles Earn unique titles to display and show off your achievements, tags can be found by purchasing ranks, drops from a mob or by completing quests.

Quests and World Events (new) Quests can be found in spawn and around special towns and cities, they vary from little story missions to simple fetch quests, Complete quests to earn special rewards. Events are global missions that pop up from time to time, these include fishing competitions and more.

Friendly Community We strongly believe that the community is the heart of a server, Our staff and players are very welcoming to new players and we have no doubt you’ll be making new friends in no time, Toxic behavior and drama is strictly not allowed and is swiftly taken care of by one of our many active staff members. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Server Rules:

Rule 1 - No exploiting, cheating, hacking, or glitching

No cheating of any kind will be allowed on the server. This includes any hacked clients such as x-ray or click aimbot, texture packs that have x-ray, as well as macros that give players an unfair advantage.

Do not abuse any bugs, exploit the server’s features or duplicate items for personal gain in any way or form. Abuse of this kind may result in a balance reset and ban.

Usage of VPNs will result in an permanent ban.

Usage of chests/furnaces or other containers lockable with LWC around others bases will result in a tempban.

Rule 2 - No advertising

Do not mention, or attempt to bypass mentioning, the name of any server other then Mysteria.

Do not try to bring other players to a different Minecraft server in any way.

Rule 3 - No AFK pools or complete auto-farms

Do not construct ways to bypass the server’s AFK kicker.

If you build a Semi auto-farm it MUST be turned OFF when you LEAVE the game OR area.

Do not let it run. It will result in the removal of your farm completely and may result in a tempban.

Do not make anything for the sole purpose of making the server lag by using extreme sizes of redstone.

Rule 4 - No spamming or causing drama

Do not spam in any chat channel on discord OR ingame. Repeating the same or similar messages multiple times, is considered distracting and is NOT allowed.

Do not spam caps. We will remove repeated abusers caps access.Keep the chat appropriate and do not bypass our filter with profanity or immature behavior.

Do not spam items for sale in chat over and over again. You may advertise your items every 5 minutes in chat.

Do not beg other players to give you money, buy you things, or donate for you.

Only communicate using English in the global chat, though the use of other languages is allowed in private chat.

Politics, religion, or other controversial topics are not allowed.

Do not start personal arguments or create intentional drama between players. The staff has the right to mute or ban those who are being toxic.

Do not troll other players.

Do not use an inappropriate/offensive, usernames, skins, or nicknames. Those who join the server with an offensive username will be banned until they change it to something appropriate. You can appeal on the website. You also cannot create inappropriate builds or signs. This is a family friendly server.

Do no scam others with anything. This is NOT tolerated OR allowed.

Rule 5 - No griefing or raiding

Do not break or place blocks not set by you. You must also have permission from the owner.

Do not kill another player’s mobs.

Do not steal items from others. If a player drops an item by accident and you pick it up, you must return the item.The stealing and ruining others builds in a area that is NOT claimed is NOT LEGAL.

Rule 6 - Players

Do not disrespect or harass any player or staff member. We do not tolerate this behavior! Our communtiy should be kept a safe environment for everyone.

Message a staff member if you are being harassed, or report the player on the website.

Do not threaten the server or other players in ANY WAY.Do not share someones private information on the server.

Do not talk about self harm on the server in game or on discord.

Rule 7 - No wrongful killing

Do not kill another player unless in a PVP zone.

Do not create a “death trap”, or anything designed to kill another player.

Do not use /fly during player-versus-player combat in our pvp zones.. this includes anything that creates a personl gain. Fair fighting ONLY.

Rule 8 - No abusing donator/member perks

Do not impersonate a staff member or another player using /nick or /prefix.

Do not chargeback donations sent to the server in any way. This will result in a PERM ban/IP ban

Do not attempt to transfer in-game items for a real-life currency.

Rule 9 - Claims

Do not claim a chunk of land within 100 blocks of another claim.

Do not remain on someone else’s claim if they have asked you to leave.

Players who have been inactive for 60 days, may have their locked items such as chests and furnaces removed by a Owner ONLY.

Rule 10 - Respect punishment decisions

Do not evade punishments in any shape or form.

Do not argue with a staff member’s decision. If you feel a staff member is abusing their power, please private message either Raigna or Anorchous on the forums or discord.

Those who are punished for breaking rules a total of 10 times will be perm. banned. You can appeal depending on the situation.