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kedreeva · 3 months ago

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Hi Ked! Having chickens when I finally get my own place has been something I've wanted for a while (am currently putting it on hold despite in the near future acquiring said own place due to H5N1). However, I have become a little enamored of quail recently in comparison. My goal would be to have eggs and fluffy yard buddies, do you recommend either one over the other?

If you want birds that can free roam your yard, it can't be quail. They are game birds, like pheasants, and will just leave (or get immediately eaten by.... everything, but especially hawks and domestic cats.

If you don't mind having them contained, then 100% quail are a better option right now.

Quail don't take up nearly the same space; an average sized quail tower takes up approximately a 2x3 foot space, and depending on how many levels you have and how densely you populate them can hold anywhere from 15-40 quail. That amount of space cannot even house 1 chicken long term.

Quail are not NEARLY the same initial investment; on average people end up investing around $200-500 in quail equipment/caging/birds depending on how into it you want to get, and $2k+ in appropriate chicken equipment/caging/birds. These costs can vary greatly depending on how handy you are and what connections you have to acquire scrap materials, or how fancy you want to get.

Since quail are not kept on raw ground, they have MUCH fewer health problems on average- they rarely get parasites, they rarely pick up bacterial infections, they rarely pick up anything viral (and if their caging is kept in a more enclosed/covered space there is almost no chance of them picking up HPAI). Since they're contained, there's not very much chance for them to injure themselves (although like any bird, if there's a way they have the will to find it).

Their eggs are more nutritionally dense than chickens. You can compare nutrition per gram anywhere online.

They're (in my experience) more consistent layers than chickens; give them light and feed, and they will lay daily year round, only taking a break to molt in the fall.

Quail's full lifespan is shorter than chickens. This may seem like a downside, but the productive years for a chicken are generally 2-5 years, with a lifespan that should be 7-12 years. Quail have the same 2 years of production, but on average only live 3-5 years, so even if you don't want to butcher the spent hens (which most people do), you aren't caring for nonproductive birds for many years.

Quail are easy to butcher at home with almost no equipment- all you need is a hefty, sharp pair of kitchen shears, a 5g bucket (with or without a liner), and some ice water in a big bowl. No plucking, no scalding, no killing cones, nothing special for cleaning. They can be packed for freezing whole in vacuum sealed sleeves.

If you get or build rollout cages, the eggs gently roll to the front of the cage and "out" into the tray, where they can be picked up clean!

If you get or build wire-bottom cages, you don't technically have to buy bedding. Cost efficient! You can provide resting boards or have solid-bottom portions of the cage, and giving them a sand bath bin will be REALLY exciting for them.

Coturnix quail come in such a huge variety of color and patterns that you can surely find some type you like.

Both species can come with aggression issues- it takes FAR less time to breed it out of quail because they hit breeding age in a matter of weeks, not months.

The downside to quail is that most coturnix quail are not terribly cuddly. you might be able to imprint one (I did once, because my pigeons hatched him and then didn't like that, so I took Robert in), but the majority will just be cute look-don't-touch birds. They are FASCINATING to watch though, so it works out imo.

the downside to both species is. the roosters crow. terrible noises in both cases. I couldn't handle chicken roosters.

Anyway, I think that in all honesty, when MOST people are considering getting into chickens, what they ACTUALLY want is the experience of having quail. Small, cute, easy to handle/raise, genetic manipulation through generations of selective breeding easy to hatch, cute eggies. There's a LOT of people getting into chickens right now because they think it will be a solution to the expensive eggs in the supermarket, but it won't be. They'll end up spending more on the chickens than they ever would have on just getting eggs, and throw a stone in a chicken group on fb and you'll hit 17 people who have had horrific health issues related to parasites, illness, injury, predation, etc.

Meanwhile.... quail groups are largely chill and questions are usually about colors and feed/housing (since most of the problems are bad feeding habits or caging, or genetic issues).

#asks #chickens #quail #I kept chickens for like a decade #and I finally had to admit it just was not for me #Quail for me had a rough start with the quality of the birds I got #but once I corrected that.... I am having so much fun #the birds are SO cute #and they grow up so fast I don't have to deal with babies forever #they are SO much nicer #not that chickens are not great but I think you gotta REALLY be into it to do it well #and a lot of people get into it on a whim because chicks are cute #and then they turn into 3-8lb velociraptors and people are in over their heads #with waayyyyy too much invested to just give up so they spend a LOT of time and money trying to keep their heads above water

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luvly-writer · 6 months ago

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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me

Batfamily x Neglected! Reader

Author's note: So originally, this was supposed to be only ONE shot...but I suck at making those so it will be a TWO shot. I am writing the second one right now as well so it will be posted at the same time.

Warnings: Neglectful family, long chapter

Part 2 // Part 3

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These walls suffocated you. They truly did.

At first, when your mother had announced that Damian, your twin brother, and you would be leaving your home to live with your father, you were kind of excited. As much as Nanda Parbat was a home to you, you were excited to see the world, and finally feel free. Being the "spare twin" certainly allowed you to have more freedom than Damian growing up. Both of you were trained exactly the same way, yet, whilst your grandfather prefer to hone your brother's skill in other areas, you had the flexibility of running around and doing as you went. But no bird is truly free if they still live in a cage. So...

You were excited and that excitement lasted precisely two weeks. Damian and you had been close all your life, being twins kind of facilitated that. You trained together, ate together, read together, you spent the majority of your life together. You had each other's back; he was your solace and companion, your best friend. No one else in the world would ever get you like him. That's part of the reason Talia sent both of you. Growing up, no one could ever separate the two of you, not even your grandfather....well, that was until a certain Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne entered your lives.

Unlike your twin, you had no interest in being part of the vigilante business. It was well known that both of you were different in your character. Where Damian was brash, you were softer; he was ruthless, you were diplomatic; he was violent and cunning, you were elegant and merciful. That distinction was what made your grandfather direct Damian to be the heir of the Demon head. You were glad that you were away from the League as it would help you create an identity that didn't directly come from them and that became a problem.

Sure, it was two that came to stay at Wayne Manor, but only one was integrated into the family. It was disappointing, to say the least. Bruce favored Damian and whenever you tried to call him out on it, he'd blame it on the fact that Damian needed more help. As if it wasn't the two of you that came from the same place. Sure, you were tame and gentle, but you were just as Damian. The League didn't train an assassin and a princess. No, they had honed two weapons. Dick followed Bruce in that same thought process and it got even worst once he had to fill in as Batman temporarily. As much as he clashed heads with Damian, Tim enjoyed going par to par with his new brother. Jason knew both of them back when he was resurrected. You loved him as if he were your brother as well and you thought that it was reciprocated...until you roamed the halls of the manor and realized he never joked around with you the same way he did with Damian. You wanted to blame it on the fact that they were boys and maybe that got them to get along better...but it wasn't just that was it...Cassandra loved to bond with Damian because they were both child assassins but so! were! You! Stephanie loved to ruffle his hair and call him Little Bat, and Barbara would sit and try to explain modern terminology with him and laugh when he found it absurd. It didn't make sense.

Both of you went through the same thing, yet you had to understand why he needed more help and attention and love than you. It devastated you. You had read online that it was good to find healthy outlets to let out your frustrations, so you decided to find extracurriculars. Maybe if you required attention, it would be given to you, right? I mean, Robin was Damian's extracurricular in a way, right?

You took up ice skating. You found beauty in the sport and given that you had training, you were excelling at it. Given that your father was a busy man, he was never one to take you to practice. He just paid for the coach, the team, the skates, the outfits, and all the fees necessary. Alfred, may he be blessed, was your solace and would often be found taking you to practices and would stay for support. You had great potential for someone of such a young age and your coaches would never fail to remind you. Your first competition came and you were through the roof with excitement. You would talk Damian's ear off, who always made time for you regardless of what was happening around the house. You would mention it in passing to anyone who would engage in even the smallest of conversations with you. You went as far as printing the competition flyers and sticking them on Bruce's desk, the Batcomputer, and the fridge. Surely, no one would forget.

Oh, you poor thing...no one came besides Alfred. Damian and Bruce had some sort of mission; Dick was in Bludhaven; Jason was too busy with the Outlaws, Tim had a Wayne Enterprise meeting, Barbara had made plans that day with Stephanie and Cass and they couldn't be changed. Had they not heard you? Did they not see the flyers? The only one had the decency to apologize was Damian, but he was your brother, your twin, of course, he didn't mean to miss it. You had won gold and your teammates had invited you to eat out. When you ran all the way to where your family was supposed to be, you only saw Alfred with a beautiful flower bouquet.

Having seen your disappointed face, he quickly made a mental note to scold everyone later tonight and tried to cheer you up.

"Marvelous, miss Y/n! Simply wonderful. I don't think I had ever been delighted by such a choreography before" He praised and you took it to heart, giving him a smile. That night he allowed you to stay later, having one of your teammate's mother bring you back from the restaurant.

This didn't change over time. Competitions and practices with Alfred only. After that first competition, Damian would try to at least go to your practices but that lessened as time passed and he was needed as Robin. Forgotten competitions turned to forgotten birthdays it seemed. After a year, when your birthday came around, you were ecstatic knowing that your favorite day of the year and you would celebrate it with your favorite person in the whole world. That day, your friend's parents had asked Alfred if they could surprise you in the morning with something special and then leave you in the Manor during the afternoon so that you would have time with your family. Seeing how loved you were outside of your family, Alfred agreed.

You were positive that your day was going to be perfect. Damian had woken you up and you both exchanged gifts first thing in the morning, just like you did in the League. He had gotten you a new pair of skates and you had gotten him a bunch of new art supplies. You ate breakfast with Damian and forced Alfred to sit with you both and eat as well. You went along with your day, having Alfred tell you that you had a special surprise. He had taken you to the park where your friends and their parents awaited you with a surprise picnic. Soon the afternoon neared and you were in the limo telling Alfred about the wonderful morning you were having. To into in your story, you failed to see his worried and pitiful gaze. As you went into the Manor, hands full of gifts from your friends and cheeks hurting from laughing and smiling so much, you were met with a sight that broke your heart.

Damian blowing the candles of a cake with your entire family surrounding him, clapping and singing. Your face, just like your heart, fell. You look up at Alfred and whisper, "Did you know?"

To which he responded in a soft voice, "No, my dear, I was helping your friends plan your party. The bake, I did do, but I thought we would wait for you..."

With eyes glazed with unshed tears, you nodded and it took seeing Damian's small smile as Dick bearhugged him to know...you weren't part of them.

You had begun to separate yourself from them and Damian had noticed. He had tried to apologize for your birthdays but you wouldn't listen. What kind of person would forget their twin? After some time, he stopped trying. The ridge between you had started to grow and if you were being stubborn, he wouldn't waste his time.

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Weeks passed. Months passed. And little old Y/n had been forgotten. Dick was always too busy and only knew how to say "Not now, kid." Jason would wave to you on occasion. You weren't sure if Tim was even aware that you still lived there. Cass only spared you a glance. Stephanie looked pained if you ever tried to talk to her. Barbara was too awkward around you. Bruce had never really tried much with you and that was clear from the start. Damian felt distant each day more and more. Your only solace was ice skating, Alfred, and your mom. Weeks after your birthday, you had sneaked out and contacted your mother. She arrived as soon as she could. She would never deny her baby girl. I mean, the world always wanted Damian, but she, she was hers. There, Y/n told her everything as she broke down into tears. She had been the perfect daughter and sister, yet it would never matter cause they didn't care. Talia, clearly bothered by this, promised to talk with Bruce and Damian yet Y/n reassured her that Alfred had tried so many times and it had never worked. With the promise of finding a solution that didn't involve Bruce or Damian, her mother left.

After a few weeks, Y/n would notice that the watching eyes of her mother would be on her during practice and competitions. It was good to have one parent there. She wouldn't be able to attend most of the time, but she made an effort. Alfred caught her once when she was giving you flowers and Y/n begged for him to keep it a secret.

It was good to have something.

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Years passed. Birthdays were spent having breakfast with Alfred, avoiding her twin, out with her friends, and occasionally, sneaking out to see her mother. Y/n wasn't heartless, though. Every year she would sneak a present that normally came from her and their mother into Damian's room. He was still her beloved twin after all. She had gotten used to competitions with little company. Even when she had won an award for being a prodigious skater, it was Alfred, the flowers he had bought her, and the ones her mother had sneaked into her house. She was fine, she claimed. Being ignored and forgotten didn't sting her heart as much as it did before, and she definitely didn't cry every time one of her siblings passed by her and acted as if they bumped into a piece of furniture. Hearing Damian refer to Cassandra as sister and only call her by her name didn't shatter her heart, no it only made her so unfocused in practice that she fell in the middle of her choreography. Coming back home after a day with her friends and seeing all of the decorations for Damian's birthday didn't slowly kill her on the inside anymore, no she just played music super loud when she took showers so no one would hear her sobs.

The breaking point? Duke Thomas.

She didn't have something against him directly, no. It was his arrival. Seeing her supposed family, her twin, welcome him with open arms broke her absolutely. Seeing them dine with him, joke around with him, smile with him, celebrate with him, and love him shattered her. It had been five years of this torment and she couldn't bear it anymore. So...she made a call.

"Mother....I think I want to go home.."

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delaish · 3 days ago

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Day 5: 💍 Wedding 💍

Jitka of Kunstat was raised like a princess. Her family adored her—especially her uncle Botschek, who had arranged for her to marry a nobleman: elegant, well-born, and handsome. At first, she hadn’t been particularly thrilled about the engagement, but “duty was duty,” and within a few weeks—swept up in the wedding preparations and everyone else's excitement—she had started to feel genuinely hopeful about it.

That hope, however, faded the day she met Lord Hans Capon of Pirkstein. He was polite enough during their first meeting, but he didn’t seem the least bit in love—or even remotely interested. And as for his page, Henry of Skalitz, he barely said a word to her and seemed to go out of his way to avoid her altogether.

On the wedding day, that Henry guy showed up to escort his lord looking like he was heading to a funeral—dressed in dark clothes, with bags under his eyes, like he was leading Capon to the gallows instead of the church. And Hans? He looked more like a caged bird than a happy groom ready to say "I do."

Even though my first instinct was to draw a happy wedding scene between Henry and Hans, the temptation to draw Jitka was stronger—and totally won 💪. So here she is! The characters’ poses and outfits are inspired by Albert De Vriendt’s gorgeous work (his Mary of Burgundy and Theoderic).

Once again, thank you so much to everyone who’s liked and reblogged my work! I don’t think I’ve ever been this active in an online art challenge before, and I’m really happy—even if work keeps me from drawing as much as I’d like. 💓💓💓

See you all tomorrow with what I think is my favorite piece of this Hansry Week: a brand new AU! 😎

#fanart #hansry #hansry week #hans x henry #hans capon #henry of skalitz #jitka of kunstadt #wedding #kcd #kcd2 #kingdom come deliverance 2 #kingdom come deliverance #audentes fortuna iuvat

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lumierexfics · 4 months ago

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Chat Log Name : Opium kisses

chat description : Your husband, Jason Todd tries to find remedies to cure your ailments despite your pleas to not send for a physician.

online users : Husband! Jason Todd, Wife! Reader.

Chat Log Status : Victorian AU

‼️ CONTENT WARNINGS : 18+ MDNI, Second POV, Inaccurate medical treatments for the time period, Female genitalia for the reader, OOC! Jason Todd, some medical terminology, Fingering, Eating out.‼️

a/n : first time writing for Jason!

<< ao3 link

You winced in bed while your brows furrowed and your trembling and clammy hands gripped the collar of your nightgown. The painful gasps escaped your lips; pain kissed your chest underneath the layers of flesh and muscles towards your heart.

“We have let your agony stir for far too long.” Jason sat in the spare chair, holding a damp rag. “Please allow me to ring aid from the physician to cure your ailments…”

“No,” you gasped out. “I cannot—Please…”

“Please, every remedy that we have used has not been working,” He pleaded. “Nitroglycerin pills have not been working for your chest pains…”

“The physicians…” You rolled on your side, back now facing him. “I—I cannot…”

“I will be by your side.” His warm hand held your trembling shoulder. “You do not have to fear them when I am here.”

Your trembling hand gripped his hand as this thumb rubbed back and forth on your shoulder.

The breath in your throat was caught, leaving the pain in your body to ache more like a never ending wound that only bled and bled—your eyes stared at the physician, hearing the metal thud from the Gladstone bag when it was set down on the cleared bedside table.

“You say that she has been experiencing recurrent angina/chest pain and dyspnea/shortness of breath?” The doctor glanced over to Jason who was suppressing the urge to pace like a caged animal. “And she was given previous treatment by another physician who recommended bed resting with nitroglycerin pills. Am I correct, Mr. Todd?”

“Yes.” He crossed his arms. “Yet any of the treatments that any physician has given her have not helped her recover from these ailments. The pills stopped being effective last month—“

“Why have you waited this long to come for my services?” The Doctor unclamped the bag, pulling out the poorly cleaned equipment and putting it back in. “It seems that your wife has been suffering from hysteria. Unfortunately, it is a common illness nowadays but it is easily treatable.”

“Treatable, you say?” Jason walked over to your side, holding your trembling hands. “What is the treatment to cure this hysteria?”

“Internal pelvic massage till she reaches an orgasm is the recommended treatment,” The Doctor replied.

“What?” Jason replied. “There’s another treatment, right, Doctor?”

The familiar bird chirping echoed from the window that was cracked open to allow some fresh breeze inside yet it didn’t soothe the slight tension in Jason’s face that desperately tried to remain calm.

“It’s the only treatment that is viable currently, Mr. Todd.” The Doctor adjusted his wire-framed glasses. “Shall I start with the treatment now?”

“I—No, you shall not, Doctor.” Jason looked around the room to try and focus on something; other than harming the Doctor. “My apologies, Doctor but I must insist that you leave my home.”

Jason’s lips kissed the temple of your forehead, his hand interwoven with you while his knee bounced; lost in thought with his brows furrowing together.

“I am sorry, my love.” His lips kissed your inner palm. “I—I did not expect the treatment to be that invasive towards you.”

He had that look in his eyes—that somewhat mischievous glare in his eyes. He stood up in a hurry, pulling back the chair to not fall over onto the floor.

“Jason?” You asked.

“Do not worry, my love.” He went to the bedroom door. “You should rest—I will come back.”

You rubbed your eyes while you tried to focus on him—he was panting like an animal, bits of snow on his cloak, seeing the green gemstones on the false buttons of his cloak.

“Jason?” You murmured.

Jason sat down on the spare chair next to the bed, on his lap were medical books—thick ones with multiple bookmarks peeking out from the top. You sat up, staring at his furrowed brows to his downward glaze.

“My love.” He rubbed his temples while putting the books on the floor. “It looks like the pelvic massage is the only remedy that we have yet to try. Do you want to try the treatment out?”

“Doesn’t a physician…need to carry out the treatment?” You asked, your hands clutched the bedsheets.

“Indeed but I have been reading.” Jason held your hand. “My love, I will be your physician for tonight if you’ll let me care for you.”

“Jason.” You looked at him. “Be my husband not my physician…You can care for me as my husband.”

Jason peeled off his snow-covered cloak, his waist coat and he pulled back the bedsheets. The bed creaked due to him kneeling between your legs as his calloused hands parted your legs—rolling back the skirt of your nightgown, making it pool around your stomach.

His hand soothingly rubbed on the faint scars that were scattered on your legs due to previous medical treatments that didn’t work. He moved closer, between your thighs—mumbling softly. His thumb lightly grazed your folds and his other hand held your cheek.

His lips softly kissed yours, your hands gripped the back of his linen blouse while his cold nose brushed against yours which made you shiver. His hand tugged at the collar of your nightgown while the sound of fabric tearing echoed throughout the bedroom—exposing your chest.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry, love.” He feverishly kissed your neck. “I know—your favorite…I’ll buy you another one…”

His hand hitched up your leg to wrap around his side as he left bite marks and love bites on your chest and neck. His free hand now played with your folds—up and down trying to prepare you. His lips kissed a trail from your chest to your folds while your hands gripped his curly black hair causing a trembled moan to escape your lips.

“Is it working?” His grey eyes looked up at you. “My love, are you beginning to feel better?”

“Yes—yes,” you stammered out.

His lips kissed a trail from your chest to your folds while your hands gripped his curly black hair causing a trembled moan to escape your lips.

“Is it working?” His grey eyes looked up at you. “My love, are you beginning to feel better?”

“Yes—yes,” you stammered out.

His hands lifted up your lower half as your hands gripped the bedsheets and your legs were trembling—wrapped around his head. Your gasps of pleasure echoed loudly throughout the room while his lips kissed your hip bone to your folds.

“ ‘m going to put—can I?” He asked.

“Please…Jason,” you gasped.

He slowly inserted his fingers while going in and out at a gentle pace, his eyes watched your hand rubbing your clit in a circular motion and his hand pulled your hand away from your aching clit. He leaned towards, using his thumb to rub in circles on your clit and kissing your sternum. The noise of him thrusting his fingers became the accompanying melody to your moaning.

You gasped loudly as his fingers were coated with your cum yet it wasn’t enough—he wanted to make sure that your ailments were gone. A slight pause happening, his panting breathe mixed yours—his hand cradled your cheek and a sloppy kiss started when he pulled away; the string of saliva connected you both.

“Let’s—do you want to?” He kissed your marked neck. “ ‘m going to make you feel better…”

“Yes…yes,” you said.

You helped Jason undo his cravat and undid his suspenders that now pooled at his waist. He unbuttoned his pants and leaned to gently insert him while a gasp escaped your lips.

“Are you alright?” He asked

You nodded. His lips kissed yours once more, tasting the faint juices of yourself on his tongue band and his hands held your face while he thrusted at a gentle pace.

You saw stars despite it now being the afternoon and now pressed against the mattress. You felt the bed moving due to Jason’s thrusts— his hips smacking into your backside. Your moans escaped your lips, his hands held you close and softly kissed your nape.

“Just a bit more.” His lips kissed your lips. “Can you last a bit more, love? I know that you’re gonna be a good girl for me.”

#dc comics x reader #dc x reader #dc x you #dc x y/n #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #DC Jason Todd x reader #Jason Todd x reader smut #jason todd smut

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lavenlady · 6 months ago

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Can I request a continuation of your yandere reader x Sentinel concept where is Sentinel wakes up in his new home with reader, still missing his bottom half, panicked.

A quite interesting idea! Enjoy Anon ;3

⛓︎ Caged Bird ⛓︎ | Tf one Yan!reader x Sentinel Prime - part 2

part 1, part 3, part 4

The first thing Sentinel feels after waking up is warmth. It was soothing - relaxing. He had never felt so comfortable in his entire onlining, even if he had those luxurious quarters - it was just never enough. The past wasn't so nice either, often working till exhaustion to please the Primes, just to be cast away or lectured about his job. He didn't have the right to feel treasured, at least that was how he saw things.

That was until he finally could contact the Quintessons - the enemy that they were slowly defeating. He offered his help to the techno-organics - only if he could live comfortably in Iacon with it's citizens, posing as a Prime and he would give them the precious energon .

Everything was going so perfectly, so well, he truthfully thought that he can get his happy ending, only for it to go into ruins. The two miners - Orion Pax and D-16 somehow sneaked into the Iacon 5000 race and caused an uproar. He decided to bring their hopes up with visiting them and then met another one - they were quite silent, but the adoration was visible, like in every other bot he had seen. He was quite pleased when the near success of the duo inspired other miners to work even harder. Sadly he had to get rid of the stars of the show, using their superior's rage.

He thought everything would return to normal - well, it was wrong to think so. Sentinel tried to get rid of the rebellion, but sadly he underestimated his opponents. D-16 was infuriated with him and even shot his friend in his rage. Then the miner went after him and - and... he teared him apart. Then where was he now, shouldn't he be in prison or even dead?

Sentinel's optics shoot open, he was then greeted by the sight of the room's celling. He immediately felt nauseous - he had to get out of where even he was. That action was sadly in vain as he rolled of off the comfortable berth and guessed his lower half was not cooperating with his system to catch himself from falling. Annoyed he turned his helm towards his lower half - or at least where it should be. His optics widened in panic as he tried to crawl towards the exit and try to find were he was, his lost part should be somewhere so he can find it and maybe threaten somebot to fix him.

His train of thoughts got cut of as the door to the berthroom opened and in it's entrance was standing the third, silent miner - or at least they used to be a miner, now that Sentinel saw they had a cog, they probably got themselves a new job.

" I see you have awoken my spark " The new bot entered slightly the room closing and then locking the exit behind them as he walked up to Sentinel.

" I thought you would be recharging a little longer. I really wanted to welcome you properly - those Quintessons must have messed with your processor, hm? " They then proceeded to softly pick up our former false Prime. Sentinel started to trash in their servos. Now that the height difference was reversed, they could easily hold Sentinel in place with one servo nearly covering his entire middle or what was restored of it. They didn't really plan to fix him completely, he had to work for it with obedience and learned then returned love. " Don't worry - they are not going to hurt you anymore, not after I saw how badly they treated you. Now you have nothing to worry about, I will protect you from them. "

" What the scrap are you talking about- " Sentinel was disoriented with the former miners confession, only to be silenced by added pressure from their servos onto his frame.

" Shhh... Don't over stress yourself, you need to rest for now, your healing frame needs it sweetspark. " They chuckled a little as they brought Sentinel closer to themselves. " I will accompany you for tonight, I had quite a time covering up the disappearance of your frame, but I managed. Aren't you happy now? " They smiled lightly, gently placing our former Prime onto the berth. They closely followed as they cradled him in their servos, caressing his back-plating. They then pressed their dermas against his fore-helm, giving him a quick kiss and then proceeds to spoon him with their warmth.

Sentinel tried to fight the tiredness but the comfortable embrace won him over, maybe it won't be so bad, at least for now?

Oh how wrong he was.

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acanth3 · 5 months ago

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The Sound Of The Stars English Translation

PROLOGUE

Second year since ES has been established, late April

Dreaming, and suffering through Mika

Mika: MnyaMnya, Oshi-san, I'm here for you, through fire and water…

Auh! huh, huh….?

Wah…it’s so cold. I kicked my futon off me, didn’t i? I probably woke up cuz it was too cold

What! Why am I outside!?

No, no, this is bad I can’t go to sleep outside!

Maybe, I’m just dreamin’ anyways it’s cold I’m goin’ back to the dorm.

Arashi and Nazuna: Congratulations, Mika-chan!

Mika: Wauh! Naru-chan, Nazuna-nii, why are you guys here in a place like this together?

I don’t remember celebratin’ anythin’ together…..

Arashi: What are you talking about Mika-chan? Trying to stay humble?

No matter how much times I hear about it, I’m so excited to make your dream come true…♪

Mika: Make yer’ dreams come true….. What are you talking about?

Nazuna: Hey,hey! Kagehira, are you sure you're not sleepy?

Mika: Well, is it the first exercise for idols?

It’s time to tell me what the hell is goin’ on, Naru-chan and Nazuna-nii…?

Shu: Kagehira, how much longer will you talk nonsense?

Mika: Oh! Oshi-san, it’s so good that you’re here with us~

Oshi-san do you know what everyone’s talkin’ about? I want you to tell me

Shu: Good grief, even in a situation like this you have no idea?

Even if it’s the opportunity to make your dream come true?

Mika: My dream?

Shu: How many more times will you make me say it? From now on, you're going to space and ‘take off’.

Mika: Hu..h..?

Shu: Look here, Kagehira. There’s a rocket made specially for you.

This is the peak of human knowledge that mankind needs to benefit from within the sky, as if a bird’s cage is the Earth ready to be free.

How much beauty do you think is beyond there? Well, Kagehira?

Mika: Eh…?

Was this rocket made by Oshi-san?

Shu: What are you talking about? Get a grip.

Mika: Ehehe, sorry Oshi-san. It’s pretty rare to hear you make jokes.

Arashi: Mika-chan, we’re not joking.

Nazuna: There’s no way Shu would make a joke like this~

Mika: …..

Eh! Am I really goin’ to space?!

Shu: You’ve been repeating that for a while now.

Kagehira, are you prepared to head to space?

Mika: No, no, No..! I’m not ready yet!

Oshi-san, yer makin’ some kind of mistake, am I in the wrong universe?

What the!? I can’t move my body like this, get me off this rocket ship!

Shu: Now that you;ve boarded the ship it shall be named ‘ ‘. You can’t get off now.

Well then, it’s almost time to leave. A journey across the infinite universe, enjoy the trip…♪

Now, begin the countdown!

Arashi: 5, 4…

Mika: Wait, wait!!! I dont want to go to space!

Nazuna: 3, 2…

Mika: Please, Oshi-san..!

I don’t want to say goodbye like this! Im…I’m still..!!!

Shu: 1, Blast off!

Mika: -----I don't want to be separated from Oshi-san!

Ritsu: Woah….. Don’t shout so suddenly

I thought I was gonna sleep in more this time~

Mika: Huh, huh…

Oh, Ritsu-kun?

Ritsu: Mornin’ Mikarin. Have a bad dream?

Mika: Bad dream…oh…it was a dream just now..

Ah~, I’m glad it was just a dream….

Ritsu: Must have been pretty scary, I was about to wake you up.

“I dont want to be separated from Oshi-san!” What kind of dream did you even have?

Mika: Wow, I was told to go to space out of nowhere, tied to a rocketship, and then separated from Oshi-san….

None of it made sense, it was scary

Ritsu: Haha, I didn’t understand any of that.

Heh, but I can’t argue that Oshi-san would probably say that

Mika: No, no! Oshi-san can’t say that!

And you need money to go to space right, Oshi-san wouldn’t prepare that much just for space.

Ritsu: Haha, a matter of money.

What;s more important is, what's the time Mikarin?

Yesterday I told you that Bara-chin called to meet

Mika: Eh…ah~ I completely forgot!

Sorry, Ritsu-kun! I was sleeping all morning!

Ritsu: Yawn It’s okay Mikarin just hurry and get ready

…..even so, can going to space in a rocket just be a dream?

I heard a similar story somewhere yesterday….

No, I did see an online article before going to bed…

Mika: Alright! Ready to go Ritsu-kun!

Ritsu: Okay~ get going

It was something about space travel, I only remember it vaguely..

Yawn Mikarin should be able to get there safely, and I need to go to bed…..

a/n this felt like a fever dream

#enstars translation #ensemble stars #enstars #shu itsuki #あんさんぶるスターズ #itsuki shu #valkyrie #mika kagehira #kagehira mika #arashi narukami #nazuna nito

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foggieststars · 3 months ago

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Hello 💛 your baby trapping fic is so delightfully unhinged, I love it.

I’m trying to get better at reading actual books this year. Do you have any favorites? Great writers usually have the best taste.

hello!!! thank u so much :)) i'm so glad you enjoyed the fic!! & certainly very happy to give some recs!

i put them under the cut because i ended up recommending so many lmao

station eleven - emily st. john mandel - a super hopeful take on the idea of the apocalypse... makes me cry every time i read it but somehow isn't sad

never let me go - kazuo ishiguro - i legit finished this like 2 days ago but i LOVEDDDD it... genuinely such a fascinating insight into humanity / what it means to be human (also see klara and the sun by the same author for More reflection on what makes us human)

a thousand splendid suns - khaled hosseini - a really powerful and moving book abt two women's lives in afghanistan set against a backdrop of intense political instability and change

please look after mother - shin kyungsook - a book about what happens when the person working so hard to keep everything together disappears... sacrifice and guilt and womanhood

butter - asako yuzuki - a really interesting book about the relationship between a female serial killer and a journalist... and also butter

oranges are not the only fruit - jeanette winterson - a heartbreakingly beautiful book about growing up queer and religious in the north of england

maya angelou's series of autobiographies, beginning with 'i know why the caged bird sings'; a lot of people have read the first book but i think more people need to read the entire series... she writes so powerfully and evocatively it makes you feel like you're there with her throughout her life

the god of small things - arundhati roy - a fascinating look at india's 'love laws', and what happens to a family that breaks them

a thousand ships - natalie haynes - tells the story of the end of the trojan war from the perspective of the women involved in the story

educated - tara westover - an autobiography from a woman raised in a religious cult who discovers the enduring power of education

men who hate women - laura bates - a non-fiction exploration of the world of inceldom. the author goes undercover in online spaces dedicated to violent misogyny and reflects upon what she finds

always happy to rec more, these are just a few that jumped out at me going through my goodreads :) <3

#ask #don't ever ask me to read a book about a man. apparently #i didnt even try to do this... i was jst going through my goodreads picking out favs and like... here we are #books

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TIGER HRT CHAPTER 6 - MONTH 6 - THE CAGED BIRD

CONTENT WARNING - This chapter contains mentions of medical injections, bigotry, child abuse, self-harm, and attempted suicide. Reader beware.

FIRST - PREV - NEXT

I had my six-month check-up with Dr. Erian, an online appointment just like last time. No particular medical issues this time around, bloodwork checks out, genetic reconfiguration is stable. We can't do a thorough physical exam over the internet, but according to him, I am "the very picture of health, by the standards of your species". I'm a bit curious what standards those are, given that I have yet to hear about any other tiger therians. Hopefully there ARE standards, and he's not just giving me empty reassurance.

We also spent some time going over dietary concerns - am I getting enough meat, am I reducing my fruit and grain intake appropriately, that sort of thing. I assured him that I'm eating real meat with every meal, just like the booklet said to, I've been limiting fruits and vegetables, and I don't even have an appetite for anything grain-based. I'll probably miss what fresh bread used to be like, but I just can't bring myself to want it anymore. Apparently not every therian is following the diet they're supposed to, but the doctor didn't have any concerns about me, "assuming your answers are honest, Miss Alexis". What, does he think I'm about to lie to the one person who knows how species transition works?

At one point during the discussion I thought I heard him mutter something about a "foolish undine", but I must have misheard. Undines are water spirits or elementals or something - a fictional creature. Then again, so are dragons and lamias, but the first well-known humanity remover was a dragon-girl, and I've been hanging out and playing online games with a lamia. At this point you could tell me there's someone out there transitioning to Sonic the Hedgehog, and I might actually believe you.

I've hit the point of full fur coverage, so no more awkward bald patches! Unfortunately, this does mean I need to start taking my estrogen in a form other than skin patches, because there's nowhere left to stick them. After a lot of agonizing over the pros and cons of potential liver damage from pills versus facing down my needle phobia, I opted to ask my endocrinologist to train me on injectable estrogen. She made a somewhat tone-deaf joke about not being trained in veterinary medicine, but she was otherwise very patient and reassuring, so I let it slide.

I do want to state for the record that I am a big scary tiger who's not afraid of anything and I only cried a little bit the first time I injected myself.

My ears are definitely becoming much more sensitive - I keep hearing really annoying high-pitch noises when I'm around heavy machinery, and that happens a lot more often than you might think. My office at work is right next to an elevator, and whenever someone uses it, the motor lets out this gods-awful whine and I have to plug my ears until it stops moving again. My local grocery also has a few freezer units that give off a similar sound, constantly, and I've had to start wearing earplugs to go on food runs.

As for visual changes, I can see in the dark reasonably well, but I've also started getting headaches and discomfort when I squint or try too hard to focus on something. I guess I should probably just… try to not do that. I have spent a significant portion of my life staring at a screen, so my eyes probably aren't in the best shape overall.

Now that my physical changes are pretty much done, most people just assume I'm wearing a very intricate costume - at least, until they get close. No costume has mouth movements or facial expressions this realistic, and believe me, our top furry scientists and engineers have tried.

At one point there's a conversation on the humanity removal chat server about the political climates in our respective areas towards therians. Obviously, a lot of the right-wing talking-head shows have been shitting themselves inside-out about the idea of people giving up their humanity, especially the ones with a more religious bent. "How dare these freaks forsake God's holy image", "Humanity is a divine blessing and must be cherished", "We call on the one true God to smite these worshippers of the Beast", and so on like that. Excuse you, but I've never worshipped your discriminatory god and I'm not beholden to their 'holy image'. My goddess is one of beauty, love, and artistic expression, and the entire reason I'm changing myself in the first place is as an expression of self-love.

Most of us agree, though, that the absolute worst of the 24-hour news cycle doesn't have anything to do with how regular everyday people see us. In fact, we're rare enough still that a decent proportion of people don't believe we exist - they think that tabloids made us up to sell more copies. I don't know if that's better in terms of acceptance, but I'll take it over a torch-and-pitchfork mob running me out of town.

The conversation shifts to us sharing our locations, those of us who are comfortable doing so at least. We generally keep it vague, but most of us are at least alright with saying which country we live in. I narrow it down to a province for myself, mainly because my province alone is larger than some countries, but also because once we start to get noticed by the media and the world, there'll probably be no stopping our locations becoming known.

It's also going to get interesting if anyone starts asking how most of us are going to the same medical provider when he requires that consultations be done in person, or why the location he operates out of - Hyper City - doesn't appear on any map. Truthfully, I'm still trying to wrap my head around it myself.

The next day, I get a private message from the girl with the corvid avatar:

"Hey I saw your post when everybody was talking about where they are! I live there too!! We should totally meet up sometime ^v^"

…This is a dilemma. Obviously, I'm worried about the optics of a teenager meeting up with a 39-year-old she met on the internet, there's all kinds of ways that could be taken the wrong way, but dammit, I still don't know anyone like me in this part of the world, who knows if I'll ever find anyone else who's local? …I really want to try, but I should at least give her a warning, and a judgement-free out.

"Uhh I get wanting to meet up, but I'm more than 20 years older than you, would your parents be anywhere near cool with that??"

There's a long pause. I see her start and stop typing multiple times. I'm worried I've upset her. Eventually, she sends another message:

"I don't give a fuck what they think"

I'm taken aback by the harshness of the reply, and don't manage to type anything before another series of messages pops up:

"and they don't care what I do anyway so it's whatever" "if anyone asks I'll just say you're my weird aunt" "you have no idea how bad I want to meet someone who GETS IT" "humanity is a curse and I want to be free"

'I want to be free'. Something about that phrase hits somewhere deep, in a source of pain that never fully healed. Freedom from pain, freedom from self-hatred, freedom at any cost, even if it meant my life. I remember how that desire for freedom feels.

The only thing I can think to do next is ask if she's okay. Her response is to ask if I can go on a voice call. I'm not sure if she wants some confirmation that I'm a real person or if she just doesn't want the next part of the conversation preserved in the text log.

"Hey…", I begin cautiously as the voice call starts. "Can you hear me okay?"

There's a suppressed sniffle on the other end. "Yeah… I hear you."

For a moment I entertain the thought of going all 'when I was your age' and explaining that I was always cautioned against talking to strangers on the internet, but it's probably not the time for that. Read the room, Alexis.

She's not saying anything. I'm going to have to start this off, I think. Something harmless, something value-neutral…

"So from your icon, I'm guessing you want crow HRT? Raven HRT, maybe?"

"Crow HRT.", she states simply. "Crows are everywhere here, and I've always loved them, always been jealous of them. They get to go anywhere they want, do anything they want…" She lets out a groaning sigh. "Augh, this is stupid. You probably think I'm stupid for wanting this."

I can't hold back from giving a little bit of a laugh. "Hah! Young lady, one year ago I went to a doctor and told him to his face that I wanted him to turn me into a recessive-gene variant of an endangered species that doesn't even live on this continent, and then I threatened to bite him if he wouldn't do it. Fantasizing about being a crow is just about the normalest thing I can imagine compared to that."

"…You said you'd BITE him?"

I grin, though without a camera set up she can't see it. "Every one of us who seeks out humanity removal therapy is already a little bit inhuman, even if we don't fully know it yet. After all, why would we remove something if we felt emotionally attached to it?"

Another audible sniffle. "Holy fuck, you DO get it…"

"I sure hope I get it, it's not like I can un-grow the fur and the tail."

She gives a laugh, then there's a long pause. "…Does it hurt? Is it scary?"

"Sometimes. My fingers were REALLY sore while my claws were developing, and having your entire facial structure rearrange is no joke. As for scary, well, I sure get stared at a lot more, but I think I scare people a lot more than they scare me."

"Heh, maybe I want to be scary."

I frown a little. "I don't. I just want to be true to myself."

There's an awkward silence. After a while, I decide to bring up something I was curious about:

"So I remember you asking if there was a way to get species HRT without your parents noticing. I'm guessing they're not exactly supportive?"

She lets out an uncomfortable groan. "Mmmngh… They watch a lot of those news shows, you know, the ones that only run angry sensationalist bullcrap? Dad gets furious at the idea of anyone changing themselves, something about the 'holy sanctity of the human body' or whatever. He even thinks tattoos are blasphemy. Mom says it's the most horrific thing she can imagine, she nearly fainted when she caught me watching a stream of this one dragon girl talking about her changes."

"And here you are, wanting to be a bird… I'm sorry, that sounds really rough."

"It… It is." I can hear her voice faltering. "Hearing nothing but how terrible a waste it is, and how awful and horrific they are, and the whole time knowing that I'd give ANYTHING for it to happen to me, I just… I'm sorry, I just…"

"Hey, you don't need to apologize… I'm not going anywhere."

"I just… don't know how much longer I can take it!"

"…Take what?" I'm afraid to ask my next question, but… I just have to. "…What are they doing to you??"

Somewhere deep inside her, the dam just… breaks. She starts sobbing as she tells me about how her parents yell at her over every single mistake, how she gets shoved or hit just for being in the way, how she hurts herself just so the pain gives her something to feel and to focus on, and how she… How she once climbed up to the roof of her building and took a flying leap off. She had every intention to end her own life, but in the moment her feet left the ground and she felt the air under her arms, she experienced a rush of euphoria, for the first time she can remember.

…And a moment later, she broke a leg and several ribs when she hit the ground.

She explains that she spent over a month in hospital, a captive audience for her parents to yell at more, when they even bothered to show up at all. I'm too stunned to even react.

She's spent the years since then chasing that high, climbing trees and jumping off, finding rooftops and hilltops to go stand in the wind, looking up online videos of parachuting and wingsuiting and hang gliding, and when she first heard rumours about medical treatments that can alter one's very species, she started frantically researching. That's how she started finding other therians to reach out to, how she got involved in the group chat.

"Have you… had an appointment with Dr. Erian yet?" I have a feeling I already know the answer - something something, 'letter from a physician, two psychologists, live as your preferred species for at least a year'. The same horseshit I had to listen to.

"No… I tried to get one, but he won't see anyone under 18 without parental consent, and fat chance of ever getting that."

Huh. I hadn't expected that, it feels surprisingly principled for him. Though at the end of the day, it's probably just another liability thing - ol' Teddy Erian covering his own ass as usual.

"I just…" She's started crying again. "I just want to turn into a beautiful black bird and fly away from all this, forever… I just want to live my life on the wind, going wherever I want, never having to see a single human again…"

I can feel my own tears welling up, and that's the moment I make my decision. I'm going to meet up with this girl, and I'm going to find a way to help her. Maybe she doesn't need humanity removal, maybe she just needs to know someone who understands.

We decide on a place and time to meet up. There's a little cafe I like nearby, run by a trio of neurodivergent queer women. It's a public place, and about as safe for weirdos like us as you can get. Corvid-girl tells me she'll be the one with a feathered headband and a crow-skull necklace. I tell her I'll be the one with white fur and a tail. That manages to get a laugh out of her. I choose to take that as a victory.

There's something about the way she laughs that sounds a bit like a crow's call. I wonder whether that's intentional on her part…

A few days later, I'm sitting in the cafe enjoying a hot chocolate and a roast beef sandwich - extra meat, naturally. Dr. Erian said I have to start cutting chocolate out of my diet because cocoa is going to become toxic to me, but… chocolate! I did ask for a lighter mix though, so what I'm drinking is actually mostly just hot milk. Maybe there's a cocoa-free substitute out there I can look into…

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a squeal of delight emanating from the front door. There's a teenage girl standing there, staring directly at me with a look of amazement on her face. Dark clothes, pale skin, black hair, headband with feathers in it, and hanging from her neck, an amulet in the shape of a bird skull. I smile and wave a paw at her. She practically bounces as she walks up to my table and takes a seat.

"Holy SHIT, you're… And you even have the… Your face looks just like… Can I touch your paw??"

I laugh and hold out my paw. "Haha, sure, just watch out for the claws, they don't stay all the way inside just yet."

"Oh, it's okay, I'm used to sharp things!"

I wince as I think back to our voice chat from the other day. I REALLY hope she doesn't mean what I think she means, but I can't help noticing she's wearing long sleeves, even though the weather has been getting warmer.

She turns my paw over and squeals. "OHMYGOD you even have the BEEEEANS!" I can't resist smiling as she starts poking and prodding at my pawpads. "You look SO!! AMAZING!!"

Corvid-girl starts frantically complimenting all my animalistic features - "Your stripes are so pretty!" "I love your tail!" "Ohh, your fangs, they're so COOL!!" - and I start uncontrollably blushing. I never would have thought species affirmation would feel this euphoric… Naturally, being a teenager, she takes this as an excuse to push even harder, and I start covering my face with my paws, thoroughly embarrassed.

"You look just like the tigers they have on stage for those shows in Vegas!"

"H-hey, that's actually not okay…"

"You know, I bet you'd look good up on a stage too! Everyone would love to see you!!"

Instinctually, I let out a growl, louder than I actually want to. It has the intended effect, in that she stops dead and stares at me, but so do a few other cafe patrons. Oh gods, here comes the embarrassment again… "H-hey, look, it's just…"

"Sorry." She's gone completely deadpan, and stiff as a board.

I close my eyes tightly. Gods, why did I DO that?? First the waitress at that seafood place, and now an actual CHILD. I REALLY need to start getting a handle on these predator instincts. When I open my eyes again, she's still standing there, and she looks like she's on the verge of a panic attack.

I need to calm her down, need to bring her back. "No… I'M sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I just… The animals they use for those stage shows get abused all the time, and it's kind of a sore spot for me."

"…Really?"

Okay, she's talking, she's distracted, maybe I can still salvage this. "Yeah… Every species has baggage, it's one of the shitty parts of being therian, and tigers, white tigers especially, they're treated like show pieces, or worse."

"…Well shit, I knew they're endangered, but… fuck."

"Yeah, it's a whole thing, I try not to -"

Our conversation is interrupted by one of the staff tapping corvid-girl on the shoulder and asking to talk privately. She reluctantly agrees to go to the back of the store and talk. At first I think maybe she's being chastised for being a disturbance, but the barista who pulled her away is giving me some very pointed looks. Worried looks, I might even say.

If I angle my ears just right, I can almost hear them through the noise of the rest of the cafe.

"…other patrons were concerned… …young lady so close to a dangerous creature…"

I wonder if the barista notices the indignant look that crosses my face when they describe me as a 'creature'.

Corvid-girl lets out that bird-like laugh of hers. Her voice is a lot more distinct and easier to pick out:

"It's just my aunt! She's not a 'creature', she just takes meds to look like that!"

The barista doesn't protest as corvid-girl returns to our table, but they're still giving me a very 'You'd better not try anything' kind of look.

Corvid-girl sits down, seemingly a little more grounded, a little more sobered. "…I guess I never thought to ask, why a white tiger?"

I lean forward, head in one paw, and give a bit of a shrug. "I relate a lot to them."

"To… being treated like a show piece, or whatever you said?"

"…Yeah. When I was little, they called me 'gifted' and put me in a separate school. I remember being excited about it, but it turns out it just meant getting more homework."

"…Ew."

I smile a little bit. "That's what I thought too! They wanted me to be some brilliant prodigy, a genius in the making, but the reality is I was just more observant and better at math than most people, that's all. I actually had to take an extra year of school because I was so bad at it."

"EWW!!"

"I KNOW, RIGHT?? But, then I went to college and graduated at the top of my class, so the joke's on them in the end."

"I wasn't even planning on staying around long enough for college…" She still has a bit of a depressed air about her, but she's not going into a panic. Maybe I'm better with kids than I thought.

"Yeah, I remember, you were going to turn into a beautiful crow and fly away forever." I try to give her a reassuring look. "But hey, the human world isn't ALL bad."

"Says the woman who's turning herself into a wild animal."

I snort quietly as I hold back a laugh. "Okay, fair, but wild animals don't get the internet, or nice little cafes where weirdos like us can just sit and talk."

"Hah, yeah… Weirdos like us." She gives a smile. An actual, genuine smile. Suddenly all the awkwardness is worth it, to see someone so deeply unhappy smile. "That reminds me, I saw on the server you're into witchcraft, can you… teach me?"

Somehow I feel like I should have expected this. The goth-looking crow girl is into witchcraft, big surprise. "I… guess? Maybe? I'm not like an expert or anything, I've just read a few books and cast a few spells is all."

"Ooh, what kind of spells??" And now she's back to her enthusiastic self.

"Just some protective charms on people who needed them, a few card readings with a tarot deck, nothing much really…"

"Does it really work??"

"I mean, the people I cast those charms on ended up safe in the end, but who knows if what I did made a difference? Some of the card readings were scary-accurate though, I think I might have a talent for divination."

She laughs. "Gonna have to get you to read my future sometime."

We end up spending the next hour or so making small talk, getting to know each other, talking about the ins and outs of humanity removal, complaining about Dr. Erian, until…

"Hey, I gotta go catch the bus back home, but… this was nice." She gives a bit of a smirk. "Cool to meet another weirdo."

Before she leaves, I ask her name - I still don't know it, I've been internally calling her 'corvid-girl' this entire time.

She gives me a disgusted grimace. "Ugh, it's 'Margaret'. I'm named for my great-grandmother, it's SUCH an old-lady name."

"Margaret, like Maggie, as in magpie?" I smile a little. "Those are corvids too, you know."

Her expression softens a little. "…Never thought of that. Still don't like it, though…"

"Well, is there a name you'd like better? I can start calling you that if you like."

She freezes. Somewhere in her eyes I can see her mind working to process what I've just said. "…Nobody ever asked me that before. I'll… think about it." She turns to leave.

"Wait, hold on a sec."

"WHAT!?" She outright glares at me, then seems to soften. "Sorry, it's… never mind."

That… was an EXTREMELY sudden mood shift. Trauma response, maybe? "I… was just going to ask if you wanted a sandwich or something to take home."

"…Didn't bring any money…"

I shake my head a little. "That doesn't answer my question. Would you like me to BUY you a sandwich or something?"

"…Egg salad if they got it I guess…"

I go up to the counter and buy her an egg salad sandwich to go. She looks like she's going to cry when I hand it to her. I… probably shouldn't make a big deal about that, but somewhere deep inside, my heart breaks a little. Does she never have anyone just… offer her food?

I'm beginning to understand why she wants to leave behind the curse of humanity. I chose this path, I wanted to be a tiger, I'm running towards something. Corvid-girl, though? She's running away from something.

I walk her outside, and she starts to walk away, but suddenly stops, and turns back to me. She walks resolutely up to me, then grabs me in a hug.

"Soft…" Her voice is muffled against both my shirt and the fur underneath. "You're very soft…"

Once I get over my surprise at the sudden gesture, I hesitantly put one arm around her shoulders and pat her on the back. She pulls away after a few short moments, and walks away down the sidewalk without another word.

I touch my shirt where her head was leaning, and notice a small wet spot.

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Time to play "Spot the References!" Intentional references below:

"something about a 'foolish undine'" - welldrawnfish (Fish HRT)

"the first well-known humanity remover was a dragon-girl" - ayviedoesthings (Dragon HRT)

"I've been hanging out and playing online games with a lamia" - ariathelamia (Lamia HRT)

"someone out there transitioning to Sonic the Hedgehog" - sonic-spirit (Sonic HRT)

"watching a stream of this one dragon girl talking about her changes" - Rain, by Jocelyn Samara D. (Dragon HRT)

#tiger hrt #therian hrt #animal hrt #species hrt #furry hrt #otherkin hrt #transgender #transwoman #trans #trans artist #lgbtq artist #my art

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