#as their primary source of sustenance?

[lalizah]

But also damn woman you just want me to incinerate my mans pls 😭

So interesting tho that out of all the teams and their interactions, this one was slightly.... negative?

[thedomesticanthropologist]

Astarion never felt full. Vampires tend not to, unending blood thirst being a well known aspect of their condition, but he wasn't JUST hungry due to his condition

He was starved. Then, through "food", he was tortured.

You cannot die from being starved when you are undead. Starvation cannot kill a corpse. We see this in his year of isolation. We see this in the 7000 Spawn locked in the dungeons without a drop of blood fed to a single one of them since their capture.

What Astarion WAS fed, was putrid rats and bugs. Lets stsrt with the rats. Putrid.

"Putrid" refers to something that is decomposed, rotten, or emitting a foul and unpleasant odor. It is often used to describe decaying organic matter or anything that has undergone significant deterioration.

This would have taken effort to produce on Cazadors part. Rats are easy to come by, with his labyrinthine temple beneath an expansive estate. To gather a rat is an easy thing. He has many servants. To gather a putrid, rotten animal is another. This would require gathering the animals via trap, letting them rot for days, and then providing them to Astarion. They could have been caught in droves, or a few at a time and laid out in the kitchens or pantries or within the closets to be gathered as a treat-meets-torment for the Spawn, but it required FORETHOUGHT and TIME. Animals do not /rot/ in a day.

Then there is bugs. The type of bug you'd expect to find within the kennels of the mansion would be your fairly typical selection of Ants, Spiders, Beetles, Flies, Silverfish, Mosquitoes, Centipedes, Cockroaches.

Each of these has up to a few MICRO LITRES of blood, which would be accessed by biting them and sucking on their entire corpse until you've got what you can get out of them. the amount of blood in these small insects is typically not enough for a human to taste. Vampire Spawn? Hard to say.

The feeding of these creatures to Cazadors Spawn would be for the purpose of torture alone, in my opinion. There is no way that they would provide relief or sustenance in any meaningful way. The rats, depending on their freshness (which I would argue was sometimes more or less fresh depending on when it was caught) would be the primary source of "reward/hunger suppression", and the bugs something eaten due to sheer desperation.

Let's look at rats and decomp now!

The blood of a decomposing rat undergoes changes as part of the decomposition process. Initially, bacterial and enzymatic activity breaks down the blood, and its nutritional content diminishes. The precise timing can vary based on environmental conditions, such as temperature and humidity.

As decomposition progresses, the breakdown of organic matter continues, and any remaining nutrients in the blood become less accessible and less nutritious. It's challenging to pinpoint an exact timeframe, as it depends on various factors influencing the decomposition rate.

This means that if served a particularly rotten rat, Astarion could very well face the reality of its poisoned, rotten blood providing him with NOTHING beyond disgusting flavor. Keeping in mind this is all based on guesswork about how Vampire Spawn can obtain what they need to sustain themselves based on nutrition alone, when there's evidence its also *life force* that they absorb from their victims, which also would not be available in a dead victim/animal

And then suddenly, after 200 years of this, 200 years of having to fuck the food he cannot have, pressing his face against flesh that throbs and POUNDS underneath his touch from him administering pleasure that sets his targets hearts to THUDDING, veins pushing litres of sustenance through them in ways he would be incredibly attuned to but unable to access,

After 200 years of rotten, unsustainable dead blood

He's free. Surrounded by living animals- that boar, which he drained dry in one night, for example. Total blood volume of a swine (couldn't get boar on Google, but it's comparative) is 60 ml/kg or 6.0 % of total body weight. The average weight being from 60kg-100kg depending on sex and size. So let's say he drained a 75kg boar.

That means the night he snuck off, he exanguinated (completely drained) an animal of roughly 9 POUNDS OF BLOOD

Impressive

Let's go to the Bear, now. Cave bears are actually extinct, so I'm gonna go with grizzly bear but feel free to do your own math. He took down between 130kg-270kg of bear depending on its sex. Let's say 200kg for ease. As roughly 6%-8% of any mammal is its blood, I'm gonna use the Boar 6% from before to average the blood Astarion would have drank.

Total in pounds: 26.455

HE DRANK

26 POUNDS OF BLOOD FROM ONE ANIMAL IN ONE NIGHT

All my research on these numbers is from Google and a calculator so forgive me if I'm off. But I'd say this is evidence of binging after starvation, as well as solid evidence that Vampires absorb blood differently than humans drinking fluids, so I'd HAVE to assume it evaporates within him or is consumed in its entirety and converted to energy magically cause there's NO way a body could absorb all of that and just "get drunk"

Anyways thanks for coming to my Ted Talk about vampires, Astarion, starvation, and blood volumes in your average mammal. 🫡

[dailydemonspotlight]

I'm so so so in love with the content you make on this blog, thank you so much for all the effort you put into researching each demon!

Is it possibile to ask for some insights on muu shuwuu?

Have a nice day!

Muu Shuwuu - Day 85

Race: Raptor

Arcana: Temperance

Alignment: Dark-Law

August 2nd, 2024

The obscurity of several demons throughout the SMT series isn't often a point of contention- most demons, barring a few (cough, cough, Arahabaki,) have rather open-and-shut cases, and their origins are easily able to be traced, as are their stories. However, sometimes, it's not that easy, and sometimes the source mythology itself is so obscure it's hard to get a grasp on. We've already seen this with poor ol' Porewit, but another case of this lies in the somewhat off-kilter religion of Tengrism, and, more specifically, a rather bizarre spirit from said religion. Today's Demon of the Day is that creature, one created out of a dead woman who never got to experience love, Muu Shuwuu.

Sources and stories relating to this demon are scant, even for this series- as an obscure monster from an already obscure religion, Mu Shuvuu (also referred to as Moh Shuvuu, Maγu Sibaγu, Moshobo, or Muu Shubuu in several different sources) is a tough nut to crack. Almost all sources about this bird are in different languages, whether it be Japanese, German, or Russian, and as such it'll be hard to get direct quotes for a lot of sources. Given the hellish mixture of a lack of primary/secondary sources, Google Translate having to try its damndest to translate the few articles I can track down, but I've managed to get a general idea of what it's going for thanks to the Internet Archive.

Mentioned within the text 'Demonology, Ritual Principles, and Worship Grimoires,' Muu Shuvuu makes an appearance concretely in English. Thank YHVH. In the text, the Tengri demonness appears listed as an example of an evil spirit from another culture. Her name literally meaning 'evil bird,' the spirit is noted as being dangerous to entire groups of people, though especially so to lonesome travelers or those with soft hearts. Appearing as a kind, lonely young girl, she'd always be hiding her mouth out of fear of revealing her beak...

According to the text, Mongolian principles state that a person has two or three types of souls within them, and Moh Shuvuu is made up of that third kind of soul- the type that can form into a spirit after death. A Muu Shuwuu specifically seems to form from a combination of factors, namely being a young girl who either died without ever experiencing love, died and had their father place a flint into her hand posthumously, or experienced a violent death. This would eventually lead to their spirit growing restless and rising from their corpse, forming into, what else, but a Muu Shuwuu itself. The bird would then go around seeking vengeance for its lack of love, proceeding to seduce men who would approach, or pretend to be a lost little girl in order to get the man to let his guard down. Then, after bringing the man to a safe location, she would proceed to kill him and suck his brain out of his head with her sharp beak. Again, a lot of this is hard to prove confidently, given that I'm mostly working off of wikipedia articles and spotty translations- most sources are exclusively either Japanese or use Cyrillic, which I can't translate due to not having a keyboard for either alphabet- but for the most part, I can glean that she sucks out the brain for sustenance.

I think, and this is based mostly off of speculation from the articles referenced above, that Muu Shuwuu actually isn't a mix of a bird and girl like in SMT- no, apparently she is able to shift between the two forms, the young girl's form being a disguise so she can then slaughter the man later on as a bird. This seems to make Muu Shuwuu less of a harpy and more of, well, a bird! That aside, though, I do have to admit that the design in SMT works very well- to an extent, this is what I wish Hua Po actually looked like, given the bird theming throughout her original story, but I might be asking for a bit much here. Still, if any of you can find any further sources on this demon, I'd happily take them, as I'm not quite satisfied with this simple of a rundown. Regardless, though, I have to thank SMT for making a demon from such an obscure concept, even if that would eventually down the line lead me to a strange, bottomless spiral of research.

Tengrism is fucking weird, man.

[yugocar]

"The Future is Now: An Impossible Archive of Queer Advocacy and Resistance. 2024-ongoing", Andrea Geyer

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[tunnelofdusk]

mdzs fic: wangxian, dark lan zhan, stalking, professor x student

wc: 1978

O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.

—

An air conditioner sputters incoherently as Wei Ying hunches over his laptop and pecks at the faded keyboard. Besides his laptop, a cracked smartphone lights up with a phone call set to speaker mode.

"Is that your air conditioner?" Jiang Yanli says worriedly.

"Yeah," Wei Ying says, "but it's fine. It does that all the time."

"Oh, A-Ying, I really think you should move back home."

Wei Ying laughs. "Jie, I think Yu-ayi has had enough of me! She even gave me a housewarming gift." It's true; an exorbitant metal contraption of a coffee maker takes up most of his kitchen counterspace. It's the nicest gift Yu-ayi has ever gotten him, considering the fact that she usually opts to just gift him money on special occasions. It's hush money, he had always joked even as his siblings would frown.

"Still, we live so close to your college; I don't see why you had to move out," Jiang Yanli frets. Her voice is sweet and Wei Ying smiles down at his laptop.

"It's part of the college experience!"

"Oh, A-Ying, you don't even have a roommate! I just don't think it's very safe for a young boy like you to be alone."

Wei Ying mouths "young boy" to himself and lets out a huff of laughter. "I'm 19, not 12. And jiejie, you're only 22!"

"Hmmm, I thought A-Ying was only 3…"

"A-Ying is only 3 when he wants jiejie's soup!"

Jiang Yanli giggles. "Even if my A-Ying is 3, 19, or 80, he can always have my soup."

Speaking of soup, Wei Ying flicks a glance at his steadily humming refrigerator where frozen containers on Yanli's soup reside. He's not ashamed to admit that that soup has been his primary source of sustenance as he battles past an ever-growing brigade of deadlines, exams, and presentations. He reassures Yanli when he confesses to as much. She continues to fret over him as he finishes off a paper until she finally concludes with an ominous warning that she's going to wrangle a family friend into checking up on him.

"He's a professor of psychology at your college too," she explains.

Apparently Jiang-shushu had connected with him, a professor named Lan Zhan, at a charity gala. And apparently while Wei Ying has been gone out of the house, this Lan Zhan had been visiting the house often enough with Jiang-shushu to even have Yu-ayi charmed by him. Even Jiang Cheng reluctantly admits that he's okay enough when Wei Ying had texted him with a series of question marks ("?????? Who is Lan Zhan????? 囧 Am I being replaced?????").

After collecting all of that data, Wei Ying had immediately formed a mental image of this Lan Zhan: a man as old as Jiang-shushu but with inexplicably white hair and wireframe glasses on a round, wrinkled face. Maybe he had a little scholarly paunch from a life spent inside among books and artificial lights.

When this storied Lan Zhan finally comes to check up on Wei Ying, it is on the day that Wei Ying's air conditioner gives off its last sputter. No amount of "percussive maintenance" had helped repair it and the temperature in Wei Ying's apartment had steadily begun to rise, matching the muggy atmosphere outside. And so on that day, Wei Ying has long since stripped down to a pair of loose shorts. Sprawled across the floor like a salted fish, Wei Ying stares up at the mildewed ceiling of his apartment with a rare quiet of his mind. He counts the cracks in the ceiling like stars in the sky—endless.

Once, Jiang-shushu had tried to rope the whole family into yoga, meditation, and mindfulness, but Wei Ying had ended up falling asleep during the guided meditation. Jiang Cheng had, worryingly enough, looked like he had lost his soul, as if he had come out on the other side of some internal battle all the worse for it. Jiang Yanli had done her best to meditate. And Yu-ayi had somehow ended up angrier as if she had meditated into a pure state of rage.

A crisp double knock on wood resounds through the apartment and knocks Wei Ying out of his musings. With a grumble, Wei Ying shakes off his lethargy to open the door. The bolt chain clinks merrily as his hands fumble. Finally, he swings the door open and pauses in his own doorway, staring at the man before him. The man, who must be Lan Zhan, has sharp features (with only wrinkles near his golden eyes; he must be an eye smiler!) and broad shoulders with a lightly muscled body outlined in a suit. It's so hot that Wei Ying could cook an egg on his floor, and yet this Lan Zhan looks cool and unruffled in his three-piece suit.

"Jiejie didn't say she was sending a handsome laoshi my way," Wei Ying blurts out.

"Nevertheless, your sister sent me to check up on you," Lan Zhan says blandly. The deepness of his voice sends a thrill through Wei Ying; it must be envy.

Wei Ying laughs, short and quivering. He steps back from the doorway and beckons Lan Zhan inside with a fluttering hand. Lan Zhan's eyes flicker down to that hand and a little scoff escapes him. Wei Ying eyes him in return with some indignance. So stiff!

Wei Ying watches as Lan Zhan unbuttons his blazer and settles into Wei Ying's battered sofa (it came with the apartment!). It's a bit ruder than Wei Ying would have expected from a person who consorts with the Jiangs' ilk. Yet, Lan Zhan somehow transforms the sofa into something regal—something worthy of a man like Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan's posture is stiff and the commanding spread of his thighs makes Wei Ying swallow dryly. He looks away.

"Well," he croaks out, "you checked up on me. I'm still alive, haha…"

Lan Zhan stares directly into Wei Ying's eyes, mouth tugging downward as if to say, "You live like this?"

"Where is your shirt?" is all Lan Zhan says. His gaze is heavy, lingering on Wei Ying's torso and transmitting a chill down his spine.

"It's too hot for a shirt," Wei Ying says.

"Indecent," Lan Zhan intones.

Wei Ying rolls his eyes and he watches the way Lan Zhan's fists slightly crumple his suit pants.

"I will tell your sister that you are clearly better off at home," Lan Zhan says stiffly.

Dramatically, Wei Ying drops to his knees in front of Lan Zhan's spread legs. "C'mon, laoshi, there's no need to be so extreme! I'll even put a shirt on if it makes you more comfortable!" he exclaims. He had already endured Jiang Yanli's glossy eyes when he said he would be moving out with no plans of coming back. ("A-Ying wants to be independent," he had concluded babyishly as Jiang Yanli unwillingly snorted an inelegant laugh.)

A darkness eclipses the gold of Lan Zhan's eyes and Wei Ying leans back as Lan Zhan leans down ever so slightly.

"Pathetic," Lan Zhan intones.

囧 囧 囧 囧 囧 flashes in Wei Ying's mind. "Family friend"—well, Wei Ying supposes that he had never truly been considered part of the family, at least not in Yu-ayi's eyes or in society's eyes…

"Lan-laoshi, aren't you being too harsh?" Wei Ying wheedles. "Jiejie just wanted you to check in on me, not bully this poor undergrad! Aren't you a professor too! Hmph, is this how you treat your students?"

"None of my students would behave like this."

"So cruel to A-Ying!"

"…A-Ying?"

Wei Ying laughs awkwardly. Jiang Cheng would never let him live this down if he ever found out…

"A-Ying?"

"You—you can just ignore that, haha…It's just how me and jiejie joke…"

"I am not your jiejie."

And Wei Ying looks up, suddenly confronted with the bulge in front of him. Jiang Cheng always did say that his playfulness would likely be the end of him..

"Haha…right, you're definitely not my jiejie, Lan-laoshi," Wei Ying says as he scrambles to rise from the floor. The apartment has somehow got even more hotter; the summer heat coaxes a flush to rise from his bare torso and to crawl up his neck.

Abruptly, Lan Zhan stands up and Wei Ying loses his hard-won high ground. The scent of sandalwood engulfs Wei Ying and he cannot help his hitching breath as Lan Zhan draws close.

"Your hospitality and home leave much to be desired," Lan Zhan says archly.

And then he just leaves—shouldering past Wei Ying and swinging open the door with an enviable grace that leaves Wei Ying dry-mouthed. Wei Ying stands shirtless and still in the middle of his living room before he scrambles for his phone, digging into his deep pockets.

He texts Jiang Yanli the following messages in quick succession:

囧 jiejie, ignore whatever lan-laoshi says!!!

he is a liar!!!

he is mean!!! 囧

a-ying is innocent!!!

a-ying was unjustly abused!!! slandered!!! 囧

😭😭😭

After a few harrowing minutes, Jiang Yanli texts back:

???

All he said was that he would look after you.

What's wrong?

"Did he just insult me for no reason then?!" Wei Ying mutters to himself. He sends off a final message:

nvm, a-ying is ok :) <3

-

A week after Wei Ying meets Lan Zhan, Wei Ying's professor for Introduction to Abnormal Psychology abruptly withdraws from the university for a family emergency. Wei Ying had never thought that he would have to see Lan-laoshi outside the confines of his apartment since typically, Lan-laoshi only teaches grad classes. And yet—

"Sit down, A-Ying," Lan Zhan says as Wei Ying gapes at the crisply suited figure behind the podium. Although Lan Zhan's features remain static, there is something about the curve of his eyes that reminds Wei Ying of a falcon before a dive. Lan-laoshi must really like teaching…

"You know him?" Nie Huaisang whispers as paper flutters with opening notebooks around the hall.

"Family friend," Wei Ying says as he scrawls the date across notebook paper, already tearing at the perforated line.

—

“Will you tell your brother? Your sister?” Lan Zhan says in a low voice, eyes intent.

Wei Ying shakes his head in a sharp, jerking movement. His hands are unsteady and his fingers desperately grip the balcony railing.

“They have enough to worry about,” Wei Ying eventually says. His eyes skim the view below them—trees reaching into the air, poking through the fog. High up in the mountains, the air is different. It is crisp. He takes a deep breath in and then a deep breath out, banishing his anxiety.

His hands are still unsteady.

“Will you at least report it?” Lan Zhan says.

The warmth of Lan Zhan’s concern heats Wei Ying up. He thinks, I’m not alone. (He never is but he won’t realize this until the end.)

Wei Ying shakes his head again.

“You know the police never do anything about stalkers,” he says bitterly. He thinks about Xiao Xingchen—a short-lived reconnection of Wei Ying and his uncle. Song Lan still looks for Xiao Xingchen, and grief still deadens his face until he can only smile at his daughter.

“Mn.”

“Thank you,” Wei Ying says quietly. His breath mists white in the chill air. “For letting me stay with you…”

Lan Zhan’s mouth curves thinly. “Between you and me, there is no need for 'thank you',” he says. His voice is low and even, and Wei Ying leans into his steadiness.

It is frightening to be the victim of a stalker.

Wei Ying is lucky to have such a good friend.

[ashectecs]

Burnside Family Murders: Cannibalism, Catholicism & Gender Roles

For Catholics, Jesus is “the bread of life,” He is their source of spiritual nourishment. They find sustenance, strength, and fulfilment, when everything else leaves them empty (John 6:48-51).

In traditional families, men are the primary breadwinners while women took on domestic duties such as cooking, cleaning, and childcare. In other words, the household is completely dependent on the man's ability to provide. However, it is told to us early on that the Burnside family operates as a dual-income household, challenging the expectations of a traditional family. The targeting of the father indicates Grotesquerie's desire to mould the family into certain gender roles. By force-feeding the father to his family, he had unwillingly become their "bread of life".

For the reason why the baby was boiled? I do not know. It may have been done just to be grotesque.

【Images are from Grotesquerie S1 E1】

[pokemon-academy-official]

What do you think about Zoruas?

Thanks for the ask! Zorua and its evolved form are quite unique Pokémon, with an even more unique history. We'll be covering Zorua, Zoroark, and their ancient counterparts!

Zorua: Basic Biology

Zoura is a small, black and red, fox-like, Dark type Pokémon. They are often shy and cowardly in nature, and have below-average offensive and defensive capabilities.

Due to their timid disposition, middling battle prowess, and rarity of females, Zorua are often outcompeted and are therefore very rare Pokémon in most regions. To date, they are only found in large numbers in the Isle of Armor in Galar, and Tagtree Thicket and the grasslands surrounding Medali in Paldea.

Zorua: Cunning Disguise

Apparently due to these difficulties, Zorua has developed an entirely unique ability. This is referred to as Zorua's signature Ability, Illusion.

Illusion allows a Zorua to project an image onto itself, with the primary aim of fooling opposing Pokémon into fleeing from a potential threat. To this end, the Illusion is extremely convincing, and almost impossible to see through. If the Zorua is damaged, the illusion falters and loses its effectiveness. Pokémon Trainers use this Ability to fool their opponent into a disadvantageous type matchup.

Zoura are documented as occasionally disguising as a human child. This form is used to search for food without irritating non-territorial Pokémon. It may also attempt to garner sympathy from humans to be given food.

Zorua are capable of using their Illusion ability from birth, but may need to learn to refine it; there's at least one record of a Zorua's disguise featuring its distinct tail!

Zoroark: Form Perfected

Zoroark, the evolved form of Zorua, is a bipedal Pokémon, standing at 1.6 meters. Zoroark is still a fairly cautious creature, but has become quite adept in both physical and special attacks. Zoroark live in groups, sometimes caring for several Zorua at a time. They can use their offensive aptitude to defend themselves and their group with great ferocity, gladly putting their own life on the line if they believe it necessary.

Zoroark has also perfected the Illusion technique. Its disguise is indistinguishable from reality, and it can even extend the effect to its surroundings and project illusory attacks.

Hisuian Form: Ghosts of the Past

There is some evidence that Zorua used to be a more widespread species. Due to their deceptive nature, especially in disguising as children, Zorua were largely driven out of regions by humans. While they found some safe havens in Galar and Paldea, the lands of Hisui (modern-day Sinnoh) were not so kind.

Driven away from more hospitable lands by competitors, Zorua found themselves in the cold north, near the future site of Snowpoint City (referred to by settlers as the Alabaster Icelands). According to legend, these Zorua were unable to survive in this climate and perished, only to return as vengeful spirits.

According to contemporary sources, Hisuian Zorua were highly resentful of humans and Pokémon alike, and were extremely distrusting. They retained the ability to project illusions but did so using their spite and hatred. Now more adapted to their environment, Hisuian Zorua used their abilities to torment others. These Zorua were also apparently able to derive sustenance from the fear it inflicted.

A Hisuian Zorua was able to evolve into a Hisuian Zoroark. This form had a frightening appearance and was even connected to a legend of death. It also had even further mastery over its Illusions, such as being able to mimic human speech while disguised as a human or casting Illusions which could actually cause physical harm to a target. Much like modern Zoroark, they were fiercely protective of their group. They were even more distrusting of outsiders than Hisuian Zorua, but could apparently become an invaluable ally to their Trainer if taken care of properly and with great patience.

To more directly answer your question... I think Zorua are adorable! I feel like we'd be a decent match. Not that I'm looking for one, mind; they're tough to get your hands on where I am, and I'm looking after enough Pokémon already.

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from The Revelator:

Saudamini Mohakud, the 65-year-old elder of her village, proudly calls herself the daughter and bride of the Eastern Ghats, the range of mountains that borders the eastern Indian state of Odisha. The mountains’ undulating wooded hills cradle her native village, Punasia, where she was born and wed. Saudamini says she could not have been happier growing up in its lap of lush greenery, which included about 50 acres of the community forests near her village.

“The forests were then a treasure trove of nature’s bounties, providing us with fruits, vegetables, tubers, medicines, and numerous other resources that sustained our households,” says Saudamini, now a grandmother to four children. “Our sacred grove, dedicated to our village deities, also flourished within these community forests.” The village cattle, too, grazed at the edge of the forest and community pastures.

But in the 1980s the forests began to disappear. The hills turned bare. According to villagers, loggers rampantly smuggled timber. Summers became hotter; dusty winds from the nearby hills hit the village. Rainfall became scarce and erratic. Agriculture, their primary means of livelihood, became uncertain. Depleted forest resources also hit their secondary source of income: collecting seeds, mushrooms, flowers, and other wild plants.

By the 1990s Punasia’s economy was as bare as the nearby hills. “This resulted in migration of men and youths from our village to find work outside,” rues Saudamini.

But over the past two decades, Punasia village has turned that around. A dedicated band of women led by Saudamini have nurtured nearly 50 acres of degraded forest patches and restored them to their former glory.

The formerly depleted forests have regrown with native trees such as sal, siali, mahua, tamarind, mango, and bamboo. Natural water bodies have also been revived with regular rainfall and rising water tables.

“It was hard work” that relied upon their traditional knowledge, recalls Mami Mohakud, now 35 and a member of Saudamini’s team. “We reared the reappearing saplings in the forests, created fences around them, and saved them from grazing cattle.”

Saudamini’s 20-year-old granddaughter, Nirupama, says these protected and restored community commons are an intrinsic part of Punasia’s existence, spiritual, cultural, and ecological heritage, as they are for other Indigenous communities. “They are not just forests or grazing land for us, but deeply connected with our feelings, sustenance, and day-to-day life,” she says.

Community commons also provide many ecosystem services that regulate the local climate, a process seen around the world, according to Sharat Kumar Palita, a professor in the department of biodiversity and conservation of natural resources at Central University of Odisha, Koraput.

“Different kinds of commons — including forest patches, water bodies, and grazing lands — play their respective roles in maintaining favorable microclimatic conditions,” says Palita.

[askganon]

I apologize if this is an odd question, but hearing you talk about your culture has sparked my curiosity. Living in the desert, I imagine food and water must be, at times, low. What is the Gerudos main source of food? What sort of dishes do your people eat? How do you deal with water shortage in terms of drinkable water? The desert seems like such a harsh environment, I'd love to know more about how the gerudo adapted to it.

Unless a raid on Hyrule was fruitful, food was always scarce. In those times, our primary source of food was simply whatever we could get our hands on. Farming was a non-option in the desert, so plants were gathered wherever we could find them. Mols contained much meat, but hunting them was deadly, and would often take more lives then they could feed.

Leevers and Guay were our sustenance, and stew was our only dish. The juices and nutrients of the Leevers, though bland, were enough to survive on, and the thin jerky-like meat of the Guay contained plenty of protein for us. It was not pleasant, but it was not death.

[ebitenpura]

Echani Wintertide: "Trul's Tide"

Winter is a vital time in Echani culture, given their connection to the cold and the frost of their home planets. While it is a time of life and celebration much like the rest of the galaxy, it is also one of war and tribulations for the Echani. This period bears witness to some of the most important rites of passage for a people said to be born from the fallen snow, as cold and majestic as the season they revere the most.

To understand the naming convention of such an auspicious event, one must revisit the Echani religion. Trul is a main deity of the Echani pantheon, the mother wolf and the god of the Echa'olm, ancestor to all Echani and Eshan wolves whom the Echani owe their descent to. She is a multi-legged, massive Echa'olm who rules over the night sky, and it is said the light of the largest stars seen from Eshan are her eyes--with the rest of the constellations being that of her many children.

The season of winter is named after her not only because of ancient Echani reverence of the cold, but because legend states that freshly fallen snow is the shed fur of Trul, whose pelt is whiter than bone, softer than feather down and colder than the sea. Every winter, Trul and her pups do battle in the sky with the giant armored nerf-deer named Ne'Yool to kick off the annual hunts, and the ferocity of their battle is said to be the cause of earthquakes and massive snowfall in the region. This is true in part, as Ne'Yool's own species are not actually nerf-deer as the name suggests, but a mammalian semi-aquatic fish who migrate to land every winter in search of warmer climates. The nerf-deer tunnel through Eshan's glaciers, causing earthquakes and such, and bringing with them a dark tide as they ascend the ice beaches. This is why winter is named "Trul'stide".

The nerf-deer are hunted every winter in preparation for the celebratory feasts, as tributes to Trul and the primary source of meat in a time of little sustenance. Due to their natural outer bone formations, nerf-deer are considered formidable foes, and great honor is given to warriors who slay any number of them. Nerf-deer goulash, cooked right within the shell, is a regional specialty that varies from planet to planet, province to province, yet each Echani settlement claims theirs is the original recipe. Such is the importance of Ne'Yool and Trul's bounty; adults partake of the meat, and children are given the bones and tendons to chew and play with. The children of the chief hunter are given the marrow, seasoned with spices, as a reward.

Winter is not just for the hunt; it is a time of reflection, observation, survival...and the extension of the family. Seekers, or single Echani searching for the children of other families to adopt, take this time to adorn themselves with a pup-pouch--an elaborate outer carrying bag lined with decor that speaks of the life they've lived thus far as a warrior, with the inside containing soft blanket material made from their own fur. As explained before, Echani often raise children unrelated to them by blood, and it is common for children to choose different parents to live different life experiences with before moving on to the next, and rarer for them to only stay with the parents of their birth. The pup-pouch is scented with the bearer's pheromones on Trul'stide, and if successful, will attract a new child who will climb into the pouch to signify that they accept their new parent. Seeker meetups often happen at the Trul'stide feasts where most Echani gather, hence marking Winter as a time of family.

Recent adaptations of Life Day from the wider galaxy to Trul'stide have seen the adoption of the cultural precedent of gifts in Eshan, especially those to children, but it is not seen as a requirement. Young adults are more likely to celebrate the modern way, given their fascination with the outer worlds (and partying). While Eshan sees much jubilation in this time like many other cultures, it is not always peaceful: in late winter the government exams are held. It is a time when Echani warriors vye for the highest position on the Seat of Sisters, Eshan's main governing body.

However, the government exams are not written. Rather, mass combative tournaments are held where warriors challenge each other to single combat with a judging panel overseeing the duel, who keep note of the character of the fighter and their methods, as well as the eventual victor. Echani body-language reading abilities allow the panel to judge the fitness of an individual for a particular government seat by measuring their strength in both physicality and mentality, and if the panel is in unanimous favor, they are allowed to move on to the next battle until only one individual remains to be elected for their new position. Warriors seeking to rise politically train all year for the exams, and current seat-holders strengthen their defenses in case of declared war outside of the tourneys. Ancient times saw much bloodshed in wintertime as warriors fought one another for seats and privileges, leading to the creation of the exams.

In more recent times, in an attempt to appeal to tourism and the spirit of the season, Eshan has seen fit to hold the tourneys over holovid, and for the first time in many centuries, allow offworlders to spectate the tournaments in person--resulting in a multi-billion credit sport where fans flock to the stadiums to witness Echani martial arts in this time. Echani Exam tickets are a popular Life Day gift, and signed paraphernalia has become part of the exams itself for those who treat the tourneys as a special occasion. The mascots representing the government games, Echi and Thrys who are white and brown echa'olms, are especially loved by children and given exclusively as Life Day plushies.

Eshan has seen much modernization when it comes to Trul'stide, even adapting to the galaxy-wide cultural phenomenon of Life Day, yet retains its own traditions when it comes to winter. This, and its importance to the culture, will never change.

[manorinthewoods]

Here's a take on the zombie apocalypse.

It just... doesn't happen.

The military successfully fends off the zombies. The protagonists are in the military and government and have to make sure the zombie apocalypse doesn't destroy society, escape the country, etc. Thankfully, zombies follow most of the standard tropes, which means they are stunningly incompetent and therefore the apocalypse is not a big issue. What is the issue is the politics of the situation. Anti-masker equivalents, power-hungry politicians, incompetent generals - all sorts of crap.

But maybe add a bit more creativity. Remove some of the standard zombie flaws; for instance, the zombies will (in an idea I thefted from another post), instead of moaning, try to speak, but only produce garbled syllables, words, and phrases. They lose most of their intelligence but are smarter in a horde, they require very little sustenance, can slowly heal injuries, go into torpor when critically injured and regenerate faster in this state, and they look more-or-less like humans so they tug on the heartstrings.

These zombies would still have a good number of weaknesses (cleared weaknesses crossed out):

Slow speed, can be outpaced with brisk walk (These zombies aren't fast.)

Constant noise alerts any prey (probably they are not constantly rambling)

Main food source is also primary predator and only source of reproduction (Let's say these zombies can consume and zombify wild animals. That will make them an enormous threat, actually! I dunno about clearing this weakness, my zombies are already superpowered.)

Extreme temperatures in summer or winter will clear zombies (The torpor state would clear this risk. This is one of the major issues; if there's nothing done with the zombies to prevent this, the zombie apocalypse probably wouldn't survive a year or something. Also, anywhere up north would probably see all the zombies die.)

Zombies will constantly injure themselves (Regenerating zombies clears this risk. If zombies cannot regenerate, they *definitely* will not survive a year.)

Numerous quantity of natural predators, including flies which will infest their tissues with maggots (If zombies are internally decaying, any old wild animal could probably rip them to shreds. Also, bye-bye eyes.)

Cannot damage armored or airborne vehicles (Short of giving zombies magic spells, this will remain a severe risk. The #1 weapon for dealing with zombies is a tank. No, the guts won't tangle the treads.)

Moans alert all enemies in the area and convey very little information to other zombies (The garbled gibberish will at first not be a sign, but as cities are evacuated it will become more noticeable, especially if efforts to discern what is being said by local survivors reveal that it is garbage noise.)

No problem solving skills; zombies cannot open doors, perform any tasks involving complex dexterity (even simply throwing objects), cannot use any sort of tactics and simply beeline for potential prey (Zombies are dumb. They will remain dumb and thus will be easily manageable. A simple chokepoint will be enough to slaughter a horde. Also, since they're slow, you could probably destroy large quantities of them with artillery - although with torpor added into the mix you'd still need to properly clear the field afterward.)

Zombies are exclusively melee combatants (Again, one chokepoint and the horde's dead. With a steady supply of ammunition - possibly requiring international aid if ammo factories are abandoned - zombies can be pretty easily defeated. They are known for being weak to guns and there is one major thing militaries have a lot of.)

Cannot take shelter from storms (Minor, but after a severe storm there probably wouldn't be as many zombies around.)

Conclusion: Zombies gon' get wrecked by any competence.

[eyeoftheheart]

“At the heart of the Sufi path is the Qur’an and the character of Muhammad. The teachings come alive when we experience them as a means for reaching our true well-being. The practices are not a rigid set of external forms commanded by God but a means for learning how to surrender and be in harmony with the deep law of life. Each of the primary practices—ritual prayer, fasting, charity, pilgrimage, remembrance, service, and adab (spiritual courtesy)—is a way of transforming the ego from tyrant to servant, receiving grace, and connecting with the Infinite.

The ritual prayer teaches us to awaken within the flow of time and pay reverence to our Source. Fasting teaches the body to be patient and listen to a deeper call beyond the urgings of bodily hunger. Pilgrimage teaches us to take account of our life and trust in wayfaring. Charity teaches us to share and trust in Providence for our sustenance. Remembrance teaches the heart-mind to be continually grateful and aware. Service helps us to put aside our preoccupation with ourselves, to be free of the coercions of the ego. Adab teaches us the qualities of humility, gentleness, and respect. All of these teach the body, intellect, emotions, and soul to be in alignment and attunement with a higher truth.

This path is not only rooted in revelation and the example of the Prophet; many great human beings have walked it, too, and left us their accounts and insights. On the path of Sufism, we hope to learn from all the prophets, and from the awliya, the saints, the true friends of God.

Ibn Abbad ar-Ronda offers this advice to spiritual seekers on the path of Sufism:

They endeavor to make Him their companion in all their states, as far as they are able. He is merciful to them by causing them to no longer attend to their own weakness or strength in whatever they undertake or leave aside. Instead He is their safeguard and protection. . . . The difficult becomes easy and the harsh becomes bearable for these servants. God makes their every moment precious and most significant. He establishes them in comfort and in a great kingdom. In Him alone do they move or take their rest; on Him alone do they rely; to Him alone do they raise all their thoughts and aspirations. That is why this community is preeminent among communities.

As I witness this path unfolding, this teaching that keeps changing, deepening, and transforming, I also come to sense the possibility of opening to a source of guidance found within, yet beyond, myself. It is a path of guidance, deeply coherent because it is revealed from the heart of reality. It speaks to my deepest understanding because it is based in the deepest laws of life.”

― Kabir Helminski, The Mysterion: Rumi and the Secret of Becoming Fully Human

[cosmica-galaxy]

Pspspsssppsspss I. LOVE. YOUR. MIMIC. CAMERAMAN!!! <3 So spooky, so horrifying but in a cute kinda way y'know? Like a snake :3

Anyways, I gotta ask a couple of things about this guys. If they can't possibly find food, what would these guys do? Do they starve, find an alternative or do they actually need food and are just hunting for enjoyment?

And if Veteran Cameraman were to encounter one of these, like they're chasing a human for food or something, what would he do? He looks like the type who can fend them off just fine by himself (again, so sorry for asking about him. I just love this non-OC character of yours so SO much 😅)

I have been WAITING FOR THIS--ahem! Do they NEED to eat?: Mimics need sustenance to live. They have biologies that can only be sustained with fresh meat. HOWEVER, frequent periods of lacking prey is expected. So they usually eat what humans used to eat. Snacks, rations, canned goods (can included), and utilizing other means of surviving. However, processed food does NOT taste good in the slightest to them. Fresh meat is the corner stone of their diets and it will always be preferred over other goods. What is their biology?: They are primarily organic in nature, but anomalous as well. They are primarily predators, which means they need meat to live. To sustain what? Nobody really knows. Some features of the mimics can change, such as "coat color", body type, and even if they have tongues or not. Some have tongues, usually those of higher ranks, which also means they are capable of communication and language. A popular theory among scientists is that they chose to "steal" the appearance of alliance members to hunt their most primary prey, Skibidis. Showing some form of intellect among their kind. Do they have large counterparts?: In short, most likely not. Smaller bodies are easier to maintain and keep energized, in comparison to the higher demands of a bigger body. If one happens to exist, it must mean that there's an abundance of prey or regular source of food. There may also be a high risk of cannibalism among larger mimics. How intelligent are they?: Just because they eat like feral animals doesn't mean they are stupid like said animals. In fact, many of them are quite cunning and show remarkable problem solving skills and team work. For one, they always travel in packs. If there's one, you can be guaranteed there's going to be more. Some are capable of communication and speech; while others are capable of working with their teammates to corner, trap, or break open hiding places where prey is located. However, they are also aware of relationships with either their prey or the alliance. The alliance is not their primary targets nor their enemies, so they have an unsteady truce with them. However, they know when to call it quits when the alliance gets involved. For example, if they are chasing a human prey item and the prey manages to get back into a group of "real" units, they are very well aware that the alliance is protective of humans and the chase abruptly ends. With the alliance members defending the prey, the mimics go back into hiding. For making units that you can't even eat your enemy would be both a waste of energy, time, and resources. There are FAR more units in the alliance then there are mimics. However...some are more determined than others and will continue to stalk the prey item, even while in the company of alliance members...from a safe distance of course. Who commands them?: Nobody truly knows. They DO have hierarchies, in which this influence is so strong that if their matriarch calls out for the clan members to return, they will even stop pursuing prey to answer the call. Usually, it's lowly peons doing most of the work under a larger matriarch or leader. However, one incident that was reported that there was a large sound emanated from somewhere...and even the leaders of the mimic packs answered the call. If there is a bigger mimic out there...it hasn't been detected yet.

[crybaby-writings]

my protein drink is thick in a 'feeding tube formula' way this morning and im not excited about having to drink it, but drinking thickened beverages through straws for my primary source of sustenance is my job, so. 😐

[storyhaunt-a]

jason grace & being a feral child.

1.

when first starting out at camp, one of the things jason struggled with heavily was having to give up hunting and the extreme change in diet.

for years, jason’s primary source of food was what he and the pack had caught; while there had definitely been times where human food had been scrounged, he relied mostly on raw meat to survive. in most cases of feral children, this fact would result in his short-term survival upon entering any kind of human society, but demigod physiology, especially roman demigod physiology — where they are all children of wolves, in a manner of speaking, as lupa is the mother of rome ( something i’ll expand upon in a different post ) — made it so that was not a concern in jason’s case. he did, however, have a hard time adjusting to what is considered ‘ normal ’ food for people, both physically and psychologically. jason did, however, get sick semi-frequently those first few years as his body adjusted to his new diet.

in that first year at camp, jason, nine years old, was known to scare the other demigods with his eating habits, frequently found covered in blood and carrying, out in the open, birds and rabbits in his mouth — on a few occasions, he had even succeeded in dragging larger quarry into camp. some unlucky few even watched him hunt and catch his prohibited meal. he was, again, more wolf than person, and although this trait has been largely worked out of him, he still has moments where there is an itch beneath his skin and a need to hunt.

now, he typically eats foods that are on the bland end of the spectrum just because they’re what’s familiar to him, all these years later. flavor and spice won’t kill him by any means; this is just the result of being a feral child whose sustenance for the better part of a decade was raw meat.

2.

when it comes to feral children, due to spending their developmental years in the company of near-exclusively or exclusively animals, language is something that becomes entirely lost on them; upbringing barring them from learning and comprehending the spoken language of humans.

having spent seven years being reared by lupa and the pack, jason inherently struggles with language. the majority of his interactions with the wolves consisted of using growls, snarls, yips, and barks, as well as physical movements and tells, such as pacing and raised haunches and more. he was fortunate enough to be exposed to the rasped and cruel latin infrequently spoken by lupa, and subsequently having some grasp of verbal communication, jason had the capacity to learn upon coming to camp, but it was an extreme challenge to do so. for his first year, any time he spoke was almost entirely in latin — the latin of wolves, not of people, a guttural language caught on teeth — all the while having his most canine communication traits beaten and ridiculed out of him. as much as the romans could manage, anyway.

it took a year for jason to learn english ( 10 ), and two years for him to be able to read latin ( 11 ), written english following the next year ( 12 ). jason is terrible at reading, and is an extremely slow reader, as written language is something that, while he can do with time and patience, his brain has still not fully gotten the hang of, and never will as a result of being raised by lupa. this applies to both english and latin.

when going through intense negative emotions, such as fear or rage or stress, or when he enters a hyperfocused and / or dissociated state, jason’s capacity for language falters heavily, and often will dissipate entirely, leading to him going entirely nonverbal and even occasionally struggling with understanding those around him. physical behaviors, the kind exhibited in wolves, also tend to show themselves more, and he may occasionally make noises — such as growls and snarls and huffs. further frustration and stress continue to worsen this. furthermore, the head trauma he experiences repeatedly during the heroes of olympus storyline exacerbates these symptoms and behaviors, and jason is more liable to quiet / ‘wolfish’ spells when emotionally stumbling.

3.

while jason has improved a lot over the years, something that is still incredibly challenging for him is emotional regulation and intelligence. being raised by lupa has permanently altered the way that his brain works, as seen in his struggles with language, and while the wolf goddess and the romans both have enforced a cold and analytical mindset, jason's problems regarding emotions and the behaviors he exhibits in response to them run deeper than a simple lack of understanding on how to actually show them.

when it comes to feral children, their ability to process and digest their emotions is borderline non-existent, as those are not things they are taught to do in any 'human' way. in those early days, jason often reacted to things in what was considered an extreme and inappropriate manner, resorting to 'violence' to get his point across or correct others — giving all the warning signs you would expect of an animal rather than a person. this included nipping and biting, which were typically on the more intense end of reactions, and growling and snarling; there had also been a few occasions wherein jason would not hesitate to fully attack the source of his frustration, following the wolfish example set by his previous peers. he has since gotten better at maintaining 'appropriate' behaviors, and has learned to stifle his more aggressive tendencies, but he has his moments of grappling with how he reacts to things.

jason also does not feel things in moderation: he either has no feelings towards things or he feels too much all at once. he does his best to hold himself to seeming otherwise neutral because of his training and the life he has lived thus far, and on one hand, it does work, as he already struggles with empathy ( compassion, he can do; empathy, on the other hand … ) and he has not been allowed to feel for the entirety of his life — on the other, when he gets angry, or frustrated, or upset, those emotions tend to boil over severely, leading, occasionally, to very big reactions to things. it is either nothing or everything for him, there is no in-between; a fact that has made being social and interjecting himself into the lives of others hard.

relatedly, and this issue is amplified by jason being denied closeness for the first 16 years of his life, he has severe attachment issues and separation anxiety. in this regard, he is an abused but loyal dog before he is anything else, and his mentality of getting close to others ( of which there are a select few ) is more akin to pack-bonding than anything else. he becomes fiercely protective and defensive of his people, and only ever feels comfortable around them, facts that confuse and frustrate even him due to his background.

[anniekoh]

ecological harms in palestine

Feminist Bird Club and Birds of Gaza have been holding virtual and emotional spaces for grief and collective action.

Gaza's Trees Disappear, Showing a Humanitarian Crisis (March 2024, Belling Cat):

Satellite imagery from March 9, when compared with imagery from October 15, shows that the area within this corridor has been heavily deforested with more than roughly 4,300 acres of land cleared of trees and other plant life.

On February 29, the Union of Gaza Strip Municipalities issued a statement saying that Gaza Strip communities had not received fuel deliveries since October, a fact that was causing a cascading effect across all sectors of society and leading to “great suffering.” These acute fuel shortages have led civilians to cut down trees in order to start fires for cooking or warmth. In a food security report from December 2023, the World Food Programme stated that 70 percent of internally displaced people (IDPs) in southern Gaza burn firewood for fuel and 13 percent waste products.

Bellingcat’s analysis of satellite imagery from Gaza, conducted with our partners at Scripps News, shows clear signs of the mass removal of trees which intensified in the winter months. These areas include cemeteries, parks and a university campus.

Importantly, satellite imagery shows that the Israel Defense Forces (IDF) have removed significant numbers of trees for stated military purposes, though more often in orchards and farmland. These cases can often be distinguished by the presence of vehicle tracks; the relative absence of vehicle tracks when done by Palestinian civilians is a tell-tale sign of the fuel shortages which drive them to such desperate measures.

Israel’s Campaign Against Palestinian Olive Trees (March 2023, Yale Review of International Studies)

Remarkably, olive trees contribute to 14% of Palestine’s economy.1 Since agriculture is the foundation of Palestinian exports, the production of these goods provides the population with the sustenance and support it needs. Family-owned farms carry the responsibility for cultivating the trees and pressing the thousands of olives yearly for exportation. With the already high unemployment rate, it’s crucial to maintain these farms as they are the primary source of income for about 800,000 Palestinian families.2 Beyond the monetary value, olive trees have become symbolic of Palestinians attachment to their land. The trees are drought resistant and grow under harsh conditions. Many olive trees date to centuries prior to the Israeli occupation

...

In August 2021 alone, more than 9,000 have been removed, and on February 9th2020, 50 olive trees were forcefully uprooted and destroyed in the occupied West Bank region of Salfit.4 These unprecedented attacks are mainly due to the ongoing expansion of settlements in the West Bank, which are encroaching on the livelihood of Palestinian families.

Birders of the West Bank PS Standard (Aug 2018):

https://psmag.com/environment/birders-of-the-west-bank