#distressed goat noises

[marsprincess889]

Basic themes of nakshatras

May edit this later, this is as far as I understand and have observed them, and I think it's pretty nice to see them simply.

Ashwini:

Newness, freshness, the unmanifest, speed, energy, vitality, instinct, healing, fast healing, unlimited energy, self-expression, selfishness, blocking outside noise, trusting yourself, self-empowerment, unfiltered actions.

Things that remind me of Ashwini: bees, the sun, horses, two white horses, golden deserts, horses gallopping, honey, long hair flying in the wind, apples.

Bharani:

Love, death, sex, the female, the feminine, limitations, the material, fate, destiny, coming into the body, struggling against limitations, struggling against fate, mind trapped in its own hell because of the inevitable, dealing with the harshness of life, harshness of mothers and mother nature, the hierarchy, privileges and deprivations, desire, going after your true desire, the immortality of the soul, adapting to changes, passion, tragic love, bravery, facing the truth, choicelessness, nessecity, revenge, violence, gatekeeping, reduction, denial of access, conquering your fate, everlasting beauty, immortality, eternal love.

Things that remind me of Bharani: hot pink and black, darkness, roses, the yoni, gateways, keyholes, caverns, boats, rivers, the damsel in distress, fantasy, high fantasy.

Krittika:

Adam, the main character, naming things, language, rationality, precision, sharpness, criticism, the poet, the "it" person, simplicity, cleanliness, expressing oneself, selectivity, the heat, the knowledge, the light, masculine ideals, stoicism.

Things that remind me of Krittika: knives, razors, lighers, sparks, fire, hearth, cooking.

Rohini:

Eve, sugar babies, growth, receptivity, enjoyment, pleasure, unrefined, doted on, subconcious, absorbtion, sharing, union, creation, the youngest daughter, naivete, feeling no shame.

Things that remind me of Rohini: sugar, stickiness, sweetness, heaviness, red, pink, flowers, the A.I(lol).

Mrigashira:

Distraction, realization, fickleness, adventure, running away, chasing, the hunt, excitement, softness, pleasure, altering conciousness, magic substances(iykwim), curiosity, fulfillment, insatiability, teasing.

Things that remind me of Mrigashira: silver threads, deer, green forests, green and blue, running in the woods, alcohol, the moon, Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream".

Ardra:

Disillusion, crying, lamenting, awareness of others, awarness of other's expectations, hyper-awarness of everything, intellect, the rational mind, pressures from society, rebelling against society, anxiety, hunting.

Things that remind me of Ardra: tears, water, storms, technology, teenage angst, emo culture, the rain, sad songs, dogs.

Punarvasu:

Mercy, forgiveness, permission, freedom, flying, expansion, gentleness, regrowing, realigning, returning, home, unconditional love and nurture, celebration, peace, peacefulness, centering oneself, sunlight, warmth, fostering, taking care, being taken care of, luck, unlimited fertile space, shelter, genuine kindness, believing in humanity again, cycles, patterns, seeing the cycles and the patterns, prophecies, the oracle, openness, second (and third, fouth...) chances, a comeback.

Things that remind me of Punarvasu: staying at home, pets, plants, cats, gentle rain, a bow and arrows, a target.

Pushya:

Asceticism, routines, self-restraint, servitude, control, self-control, working, working on yourself, patience, simplicity, striving for perfection, nurturing, nourishment, quiet ambition, symmetry.

Things that remind me of Pushya: milk, milkmaids, country life, milking, symmetry, goats, sheep, agriculture.

Ashlesha:

Manipulation, abuse, poison, emotional abuse, blackmail, resorting to everything for safety, protection, pent up energy, the nervous system, purity, water, sensitivity, cleanliness, energetic build-up, tension, restraint, preservation, self-preservation, virginity, feminine tactics, being "mean" for protection, lying for safety, sensuality, mother issues, agitation.

Things that remind me of Ashlesha: the color white, transparent things, cats, poisoning, snow white, Sofia Coppola films, teenage girlhood, ties, strings, knots, snakes.

Magha:

Royalty, power, ancestry, family trees, history, the past, regality, honoring the past, honoring the elders, honoring the authority, religion, tradition, customs, confidence, ego.

Things that remind me of Magha: crowns, thrones, churches, goth culture, smoke, big hair(like the lion's mane).

Purva Phalguni:

Pleasure, enjoyment, being spoiled as the feminine, loving to spoil as the masculine, procreation, sex, leisure, art, holidays, parties, exclusivity, pride, charisma, sexual dispersion, love as a method of self-expression, admiration, directness, active pursuit of your passions, indulgence.

Things that remind me of Purva Phalguni: fruits, eating fruits topless, rose gold color, the "rizz"(lol), the phallus, dramaticism.

Uttara Phalguni:

Favors from friends, family and partners, contracts, beneficial agreements, the perfect wife, likeability, popularity, friendliness, appearing cool, stoicism, beneficial arrangements, gain through partnerships, self-expression through relationships, wife/girlrfiend material, harvest, family associations, marriage associations.

Things that remind me of Uttara Phalguni: the "chads", simplicity, genuine friends, loyal companions, family business, the perfect male stereotype, the "rich heiress running away" trope, wheat, gold, power couples.

Hasta:

The earth, the veiled feminine, manipulation, denial of access, materialism, cheating, everyday matters, empowerment of women, deception, skill, seeking knowledge, wanting to be in control, activism, street-smarts, manipulation of masses.

Things that remind me of Hasta: the hand, Goddess Persephone, skilled hands, thieves, easy money, fairies, witches, scammers.

Chitra:

Crafting, building, perspective, truth, law, gems, sacrifice for your craft, vanity, stereotypes, aesthetics, the truth in stereotypes, building based on the law and the truth, the surface of things, the appearance of things, the substance reflected in the vessel, gossip, cliques, tricks.

Things that remind me of Chitra: the god Hephestos, martian gods in general, jewelry, fashion, make-up, drama, pettiness, the coquette aesthetic, pranksters, Olivia Rodrigo(ig).

Swati:

Space, the cosmos, shifting realities, love, rebellion, alternate realities, possibilities, seeing beauty in everything, inspiration, art, the cosmic egg, creation of the world, creation of worlds, microcosm and macrocosm, freedom through love.

Things that remind me of Swati: video games, the wind, plants beggining to sprout, the sword, technology, the Sims.

Vishakha:

The lightning, snapping, splitting, joining opposites, compromise, marriage, repressed anger, repressed aggression, alter egos, passion, enthusiasm, standing up for yourself and others, repression and then expression, energy, love and hate.

Things that remind me of Vishakha: lighning bolts, Zeus, Thor and other lighning gods, superhero "Shazam", celebrations.

Anuradha:

Friendship, devotion, depth, loyalty, unconditional loyalty, bonds, the occult, sex with love, numbers, gatherings, friend groups, groups, gentleness, humbleness, discipline, seriousness, organizing society, social groups.

Things that remind me of Anuradha: the color burgundy, dim lights, bunnies, "Sex Education" (tv show), sci-fi (for some reason), "The Vampire Diaries" (and very similar teen shows), frat boys, cheerleaders.

Jyeshta:

The battlefield, war, hunger, thirst, insatiability, conquering, the underdog, street-smarts, competition, strategy, extreme independence, mind games, the art of war, survival, ruling, rising above, self-reliance, wisdom, becoming the authority, the eldest, dryness, trust issues, enemies, destroying enemies, outsmarting all enemies.

Things that remind me of Jyeshta: grandmothers, owls, eagles, dry places, flags, marching, chess.

Mula:

Horror, the abnormal, the truth, the core, the center, the absorbing darkness, the black hole, the roots, violence against falsehoods, seeking the truth, seeking the cause, seeking roots, uprooting, chaos, from chaos to order, the unchanging truth, taming beasts, holding to your truth.

Things that remind me of Mula: "Phanton of the Opera", "Twilight", final girls, horror movies, dark murky green, the wilderness.

Purva Ashadha:

Art, beauty, alliances, artistry, ideals, fighting for the ideal, discrimination, exclusivity, philosophies about beauty and art, passion for love and art, attachments, secrecy, luxury, vitality, vigor, going for victory.

Things that remind me of Purva Ashadha: the sea, seafoam, goddess Aphrodite, seashells, mermaids, sirens, fans (the ones you hold in your hand lol), Arwen from LotR.

Uttara Ashadha:

Victory, loneliness, individuality, government, empowerment, independence, being looked up to, composed self-expression, ease, simplicity but regality, confidence, self-assuredness, melancholy and hardships of aloneness but contentment, stoicism, invincibility, unapologetic behavior.

Things that remind me of Uttara Ashadha: earnest people, goddess Nike, mint color for some reason.

Shravana:

Connecting everything, secret knowledge, interest in everything, reading between the lines, subconcious access, extreme sensitivity, holding the humanity together, secret agencies, percieving what others can't percieve, saving humanity, navigating, receptivity, mysticism.

Things that remind me of Shravana: Superman, Geralt of Rivia, Aragorn, King arthur, pathways, footprints, ear, color blue, spies, astrology, outcasts, fringe societies.

Dhanishta:

Celebration, celebrities, fame, visibility, aggression, agitation, action, bringing people together, idols, propaganda, wealth from fame, that which attracts attention, public image, benefits and downsides of fame, openness and flashiness, branding, movement.

Things that remind me of Dhanishta: supermodels, Princess Diana, dancing, rhythmic drums.

Shatabhisha:

Complexities, seeing everything, lurking in shadows, holding the knowledge, secrets, secrecy, hiding, technology, innovation, being ahead of your time, advising but manipulating, society, the collective, trends, the conciousness of masses, propaganda.

Things that remind me of Shatabhisha: midnight sky, stars, the seas, water reservoirs, the circle, the all-seeing eye of Sauron(lol), Lord of the Rings, rings, the movie "Stardust" (the book too), the evil advisor/black cardinal trope.

Purva Bhadrapada:

Notoriety, expansion, uncontrolled expansion, persmissiveness, growth to ruin unless restrained, fighting for your soul, the scapegoat, going against society, getting tested, the point of no return.

Things that remind me of Purva Bhadrapada: gangs, famous criminals, laziness, femme fatales, the grotesque, deserts, werewolves, the black sheep.

Uttara Bhadrapada:

Finding grace, hardships, working, inner strength, steeliness, resilience, patience, restraint, contol, self-restraint and self-control, bravery, honesty, stubbornness, fighting for your truth, perfect control, freedom through limitations, seeking a permanent foundation built on truth, working for the foundation, long-term goals, innocence, purity of soul, stillness, refinement, honor and glory.

Things that remind me of Uttara Bhadrapada: butterflies, clouds, baby blue color, Cinderella, warriors, knights, knight orders, ice, coldness, queens, ice-queen, dragons, water dragons, deep waters, deep sea and its creatures, wings.

Revati:

Ultimate freedom, creativity, wisdom, gentleness, compassion, guiding, herding, fun, laughter, mischief, lightnness, ease, finding peace, reaching the end, enjoying what you have, contentment, nurturing, open-mindedness, conclusions, gratefulness, freedom and free will, having choices, diversity, finding the truth, true wealth, parenthood, the guide, guidance, individuation.

Things that remind me of Revati: shepherds, herding, everything easy and light, the tricksters, the fool, jokes, Loki, The Joker, fish, comedy, the movie "A Fish Called Wanda", caring for everyone and everything, light and soft shades of green and blue.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

@mysral this is your fault

Vaggie  s l o w l y  putting together the pieces of her strangely un-demon-y rescuer’s identity together as she recovers from multiple traumatic amputations in the MANSION this random demon lady brought her back to,

while Charlie (who assumed vaggie knew who she was) (and then Panicked when she realized vaggie did Not Know) frantically runs around her home throwing blankets over incriminating stuff, trying to not freak out the new friend she found dying in garbage-

later she takes Vaggie on a little stroll down a hallway (once Vaggie's capable of like, standing without flopping over) (arm in arm) (so Vaggie doesn't just flop over)

and they walk along in companionable silence for a bit until...

Vaggie: "So.... Miss Morningstar, huh? Sure fits you better than your old man."

Charlie: "(bleats in startled goat noise) HOW DID YOU- I mean, pfft! It's not that big of a- I mean I'm only the third most important- well the second now? With mom gone? But-!

Charlie: (gives up) Yes, that's me. Princess of hell. For all the good THAT does."

Vaggie: "Hey, you're doing a good job, princess. You're at least not letting some random stranger die of her wounds next to dumpster."

Charlie: "Thanks. (sighs) Can you keep calling me Charlie? Please?"

Vaggie: "Charlie. I can't feel my arm you're holding on so tight."

Charlie: "SORRY!"

Vaggie: "And now you've let go completely, I'm falling."

Charlie: "Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry-"

Vaggie: "I can barely stand. Okay? I'm not, running off anywhere anytime soon or whatever."

Charlie: "Okay. Right."

Charlie: “…”

Charlie: "…And the whole princess of hell thing doesn’t freak you out?"

Vaggie: "Nope."

Charlie: "Not even a little?

Vaggie: "I'm more freaked at being found by the one decent person in hell, to be honest."

Charlie: "But the me being princess thing disappointed you, maybe? Thought I'd be taller or something?"

Vaggie: "You? Tall-er? Yeah no. I get neck pain looking up at you already."

Charlie: "I could hunch down!"

Vaggie: "And what, join me in neck pain? You'd have to fold yourself in half to get on eye-level with me, Charlie."

Charlie: "I could do that! I'm very foldable!"

Vaggie: "You're a sweetie. No."

Charlie: "Heheh."

Charlie: ".... how did you find out though? I thought I'd covered-"

Vaggie: (points up at the GIANT FAMILY PORTRAITS of Charlie and the king and queen of hell LINING THE WALLS OF THE HALL THEY'RE WALKING DOWN)

Charlie: "-everyyyyythhhh oh FOR FUCKS SAKE-"

Vaggie: "Nice emo phase, by the way."

Charlie: "SHIT!!!"

Vaggie: "Aw. I think you were cute.”

Charlie: “(distressed goat sounds) Can we just… steeeer ourselves and the conversation down a less embarrassing hallway..?

Vaggie: “Is that you as a baby?”

Charlie: “You know what that’s enough exercise for one day I think you need rest.”

Vaggie: “Is baby you chewing on a-”

Charlie, walking quickly: “Rest!”

then there's Vaggie, ten minutes later, left alone while Charlie- THE PRINCESS. OF. HELL.- runs out to get more bandages and pain killers for her. like this is normal. like this is not a thing to freaked out about

"SHIT!!!!!!"

vaggie's gonna freak out about it a little, tho.

[blackmetalbats]

Dies Irae

I am so sorry but i did a deep dive on the Dies Irae because of the last malevolent episode and now its gonna be all of you's problem.

one of the oldest and most frequently borrowed of all melodies is the ecclesiastical plainsong to the sequence 'Dies Irae', because of the theme's intrinsic merit, but also its liturgical associations. No record of its origin remains, but both words and melody appear to have been suggested by a passage from the Respond ' Libera me, Domine', which follows the Requiem Mass (catholic mass for the dead) on solemn occasion.

SOURCE: Gregory, R. (1953). “Dies Irae.” http://www.jstor.org/stable/730837

the Requiem Mass contained several special components; the Dies Irae was one of these, formally added to the Mass in 1570. Its text was penned by Thomas of Celano during the late 11th or early 12th century, and it offers a graphic depiction of the horrors of Judgment Day for sinners. the New Catholic Encyclopedia states that

"The medieval Sequence stresses fear of judgment and condemnation."

SOURCE: Brooks, E. (2003). "The Dies Irae ("Day of Wrath") and Totentanz ("Dance of Death"): Medieval Themes Revisited in 19th Century Music and Culture." https://scholarworks.uark.edu/inquiry/vol4/iss1/5

Centre panel from Memling's tryptich Last Judgment (c. 1467–1471)

the text contains three basic references:

(1) Zephaniah 1:15,16

That day is a day of wrath, a day of trouble and distress, a day of wasteness and desolation, a day of darkness and gloominess, a day of clouds and thick darkness, a day of the trumpet and alarm, against the fortified cities, and against the high battlements.

(2) II Peter 3:10-12

But the day of the Lord will come as a thief; in which the heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall be dissolved with fervent heat, and the earth and the works that are therein shall be burned up. Seeing that these things are thus all to be dissolved, what manner of persons ought ye to be in all holy living and godliness, looking for and earnestly desiring the coming of the day of God, by reason of which the heavens being on fire shall be dissolved, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat?

(3) finally, the judgment portion of Matthew 25 is cited as part of the scriptural basis for the "Dies Irae."

THE TEXT, in an english translation from the original latin

Day of wrath and doom impending, David's word with Sibyl blending! Heaven and earth in ashes ending!

O, what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from heaven the Judge descendeth. On whose sentence all dependeth!

Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth, Through earth's sepulchers it ringeth. All before the throne it bringeth.

Death is struck, and nature quaking, All creation is awaking. To its Judge an answer making.

Lo! the book exactly worded. Wherein all hath been recorded; Thence shall judgment be awarded.

When the Judge His seat attaineth, And each hidden deed arraigneth. Nothing unavenged remaineth.

What shall I, frail man, be pleading ? Who for me be interceding. When the just are mercy needing?

King of majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us. Fount of pity, then befriend us!

Think, kind Jesus! my salvation Caused Thy wondrous Incarnation; Leave me not to reprobation.

Faint and weary Thou hast sought me. On the Cross of suffering bought me; Shall such grace be vainly brought me ?

Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution Grant Thy gift of absolution. Ere that day of retribution.

Guilty, now I pour my moaning. All my shame with anguish owning; Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning!

Through the sinful woman shriven. Through the dying thief forgiven. Thou to me a hope has given.

Worthless are my prayers and sighing. Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying.

With Thy favored sheep O place me, Nor among the goats abase me. But to Thy right hand upraise me.

While the wicked are confounded. Doomed to flames of woe unbounded. Call me with Thy Saints surrounded.

Low I kneel, with heart submission. Crushed to ashes in contrition; Help me in my last condition!

Ah! that day of tears and mourning! From the dust of earth returning, Man for judgment must prepare him;

Spare, O God, in mercy spare him! Lord all-pitying, Jesu Blest, Grant them Thine eternal rest.

the first six stanzas describe the Judgment. the other stanzas are lyric in character, expressing anguish of one of the multitude there present in spirit; his pleading before the Judge who, while on earth, sought him unceasingly over the hard and thorny ways from Bethlehem to Calvary; and now, in anticipation of the Judgment, pleads before a Savior of infinite mercy, who, on Judgment Day, will be a Judge of infinite justice, before whom scarcely the just will be secure.

SOURCE: Demaray, D. E. (1965). "Thomas of Celano and the" Dies Irae". https://place.asburyseminary.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=2018&context=asburyjournal

[f1-disaster-bi]

"I'm here. I've got you. You're safe now." and "Oh, love. What have you done to yourself?" for a/o/b simi with omega kimi👉🏻👈🏻

have a nice day/night!! love your writing!!!!

I love this idea anon! And thank you 🥹❤️

Sebastian didn't expect to find someone hiding out in his shed with his goats when he went to check on them after the storm, but here he was, standing in front of a stranger who was looking at him warily.

The man before him looked a little older than Sebastian. His blond hair was messy and a little dirty. His clothes were damp as if he had been caught in the storm, and it was clear he was running from something. He had a bundle of what looked like clothes or blankets curled against his chest, half hidden from Sebastian

Sebastian had only noticed him when he'd gone to let Sarah and Elsie, his pygmy goats, out of their pen and he had heard a low hiss.

"I'm not going to hurt you", Sebastian kept his scent calm and soothing as he looked at the distressed omega. He made sure his hands were visible, and made no suddeny movements as he reached from a storage cupboard, "I have blankets in here. They might smell like the goats, but they're warm"

The omega looked at him suspiciously, still keep away from Sebastian. His scent betrayed the little bit of panic and fear that lingered in his scent as Sebastian moved, grabbing the blankets.

"I know you don't trust me, but you can't stay in those wet clothes or in the goat pen", Sebastian spoke softly, "If you want, I am more than happy to help you. I work with the omega shelter in town, I have safe rooms in my home with their own bathroom and spare clothes and doors that only lock from the inside"

The omega hesitated for a moment before there was a soft whine from the bundle in his arms and a little head of curls appeared from the mess of blankets. The pup couldn't have been more than a year old, whimper sleepily as he curled into the omega.

"Please, help us", the omega spoke, his voice raspy as he tried to soothe the little pup in his arms.

"Of course I will", Sebastian felt his heart break at the sadness in the others scent as he grabbed a blanket. He was still careful as he approached the other, keeping his movements obvious and slow before he wrapped the blanket around their shoulder, "I'm here and you're going to be okay now, yeah? I've got you, you and your pup, and you're safe"

The omega nodded tiredly, a small smile flitting across his lips as he reached out to clasp the blanket yo keep it over him and his pup.

"I'm Kimi"

"Sebastian", Sebastian smiled, leading them out of the shed, "And this is my little farm, but you can explore once we get you both settled"

Kimi was quiet as Sebastian led him into his farmhouse. His only noises were soft coos and soothing sounds whenever his little pup made fussing sounds, verging on tears but that was quickly soothed by Kimi. Sebastian took him straight to the side of the house he kept for things like this. He had rooms set up for people in need, especially omegas and was used to helping people get back on their feet.

He showed Kimi the room, equipped with everything he'd need for him and his pup before he left them alone for a bit. He lingered in the kitchen, listening carefully for if Kimi needed anything for him and his pup but he didn't go back to that side of the house. He only left the kitchen to go to the basket of soft toys he had in the living room, picking out a little cat teddy when Kimi called out his name nervously.

When he knocked on the door, Sebastian was greeted by a freshly showered and dressed Kimi in comfy clothes while his pup was giggling on the end of the bed. He was wrapped up in a fluffy towel, grinning at Kimi and eying Sebastian warily before he wriggled and fell backwards.

"Oh love", Kimi chuckled, reaching out for the pup to help right him, "What have you done to yourself, Lando?"

Lando, the pup, just giggled as Kimi pulled him into his lap to scent his curls softly and Sebastian felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of the two of them.

"Kitty?", Lando babbled, pointing to the teddy in Sebastian’s hand. His eyes wide with awe when Sebastian handed the teddy to the pup.

"Yes, for Lando", Sebastian smiled, keeping his voice gentle as Kimi and Lando both looked at him as if they had never seen any type of kindness before, "Kitty will keep you and your Dad safe"

What he didn't say out loud as he left the little family to settle in more, was that he would be protecting them too from now on.

[zodiac-lore-blog]

Powers?

Rat:

-Prosperity: Has the ability to generate wealth and abundance. Can see the chances/Success Rate of certain decisions. Probably why Rat hates Monkey because Monkey always gets a high Success Rate. (For some reason…)

-Quick Thought: Basically Epic the Musical- adding also the domain expansion alongside with.

-Water Manipulation: Can control the flow of water and its currents.

-Clone Generation: Can create clones using water from his own body. (Aka blood)

Ox:

-Super Strength: Self-Explanatory

-Size Changing: Basically DBK

-Earth: Can manipulate and control the earth on a whim.

-Laser: DBK’s mouth laser from Season 1

Tiger

-Stealth: Can turn invisible or camouflage with the area + Minimize their Sounds.

-Storm: Self-Explanatory, however this used to be reserved for Goat, but she was transferred because Goat was too emotional. While Goat still has Weather Powers, Tiger was gifted storm powers by the Jade Emperor.

-Protection Powers: Has the Ability to create Forcefields, Shields and Hide a target from anyone dangerous.

-Tiger’s Roar: Can cause an ear piercing sound just from his war, is considered a war cry as Tiger’s intent affects the emotion of the enemy. (So if they want the enemy to be scared then they will be scared)

Rabbit

-Calm: Can cause the muscles to lax and numb the mind making the target susceptible to relaxation.

-Dream Manipulation: Can manipulate dreams/Weave Dreams + enter into dreams in her sleep.

-DreamDust Creation: Can create certain things from dreams so long as it preexisted in a dream.

-Leap: Can jump 10x Higher than average

Dragon

-Commander: A type of mind control that makes and entire group susceptible to his commands, however this only works once one drinks the Dragon’s blood.

-Rain and Sea: Both Tiger and Dragon handled Weather because no one wants and angry Mama Goat, they both balance the weather and ensure the mortal realm doesn’t flood.

-Laser: Mei’s Dragon laser thingy when she summons her dragon.

-Flight: Honestly the only other bird in the Zodiacs is flightless so what the hell?

Snake

-Commander (Lesser Version): Can cause someone to reveal their information, this only works once they hear a specific hissing noise.

-Secrets View: Can see the Secrets of any living being, except for the Zodiacs.

-Forest/Nature Manipulation: Can summon trees and forests as some sort of domain expansion thingy, typically used for him to attack and to also escape.

-Rebirth/Reincarnation: Facilitates the reincarnation and rebirth of a soul, can also manipulate if the soul regains memories or not.

Horse

-Speed: 10x Faster than average

-Freedom: Can break through any spell that requires chains or imprisonment unless the Spell has specific requirements from the chanter.

-Locator/Living GPS: Can locate any location of his choosing, but not any item, this also applies to people.

-Alert: Can alert any nearby Celestial of his location.

Goat

-Imagination: Can manifest anything so long as she imagines it or is creative.

-Serenity: Similar to ‘Calm’ except it actually makes the person high as hell.

-Healing: The only healer in the Zodiacs.

-Medicine Manifestation: Can produce Medicine either Liquid or plant-like

-Weather Manipulation: Used to manage the Weather divisions but it was given to Tiger and Dragon instead. Still has Weather powers though.

-Goat’s Cry: Upon activating this ability both Rooster and Monkey will be alerted of her location and distress.

Monkey

-Illusion Magic: Can create Illusions sometimes they’re so strong you can’t tell it’s real.

-Copy (Possibly gonna call it ‘Monkey See, Monkey Do’): Can copy abilities so long as he can see it and has basic information about it. The only exception is abilities that aren’t extremely obvious like Snake and Dragon’s ‘Commander’ ability.

-Tropical Storms: Usually only happens in his domain.

-Hear No Evil, See No Evil, Speak No Evil: Can deafen, blind and mute an enemy so long as his hand touches those specific areas.

-5 Steps Ahead: No legit this is an actual ability he has.

Rooster

-Truth Eyes: Can see through Lies and Truths, hence why Monkey can’t deceive him.

-Sun Manipulation: Can manipulate the light and heat of the sun.

-Fire Manipulation: A controlled version of his Sun Manipulation.

-Rooster’s Cry: A distress signal, Both Goat and Monkey will be alerted of his distress and location.

-Light Stallion: You know how one uses the shape of a star as a platform to fly like a magic carpet? Yeah it’s basically that.

Dog

-Loyalty: Any Weapon within his hands can fly straight back at him if he throws it.

-Heartfire: Can light a small fire.

-Frost/Ice: Ironic since he lights fires.

-Portal Sight: Can see the passageways of Portals and Teleportation. Always knows when and where a person is using a portal.

-Barrier Magic: Can restrict a person from coming into a certain location.

-Bark: Can agitate someone with a bark to focus their intent unto him.

Pig

-Abundance: Can create an abundance of food and wealth.

-Fertility (No not that): Can cause farmlands, nature, natural foods to grow abundantly.

-Manic Happiness: Can cause a person to be mentally joyful even in sorrowful circumstances.

-Gluttony: Anything she consumes automatically gives her strength.

-Sloth: Can cause a person to feel extremely tired.

-Wine Manipulation: Can manipulate wine.

(Will update the abilities if I want to add more or someone suggests more)

Abilities all the Zodiacs collectively have:

-Shapeshifting: Can transform into their normal forms (Aka their animal forms) Semi-Human Forms, or Fully Human forms.

-Fate Weaving: They all weave the course of Destiny and fate, deciding what happens in order for the Great Cycle to continue.

-Blessings: Can grant blessings to certain mortals.

-Constellation Creation: Can create Constellations, not to be confused with Constellation Gods.

-Zoosemiotics: Can communicate in the language of their own kind.

-Weapon Summoning: Can summon weapons of their choosing.

-Telepathic Communication: This depends on the Zodiac.

-Teleportation: Self-Explanatory.

-Manipulation of the stars: Self-Explanatory.

[almostourgalaxy]

goin 🎤🎤 as ur lil reminder to Release The Vocalizations !!

So:

Trills: sound like bird calls. Used as an indicator of interest in something, or amusment.

Jawwv Pops: a kind of signal for closer movvwements in coalitions(done softly, only once), or a threat display(sharp, done sevvweral times in a rowwv) really just sounds like a loud POP from the jawwvs snapping shut.

Chuffs: a sudden huff of air. Laughing equivvwalent, or done as a greeting. usually the first noise a grub hears.

Clucking: yes this is a thing they do. A kind of "easy easy" disarming noise. Heard alot in cavvwerns.

Rumbles/Sawwving: that sound Gators make. Done as an intimidation display.

Mooing: the tiger moo, not cowwv. Done by Jades and Fevvwer coat trolls, a wwvay of telling grubs and wwvigglers to stay close or to come towwvards them.

Bugling: the elk noise. Also sounds kinda like a wwvhale call. Long distance communication. Sort of a "I'm ovvwer here!" Thing. Also done as a "STAY THE FUCK OVVWER THERE" thing.

Braying: THE "stay the fuck ovvwer there" noise. Stress sound, usually has an odd "laugh" at the end of it.

Chirps: baby noises. Or baby talk noises. Howwv grubs signal position and get the attention of adults.

Roars: like a bear, or a lion, not a tiger. Sort of a "Forwwvarning I am upon you" thing. Territory and intimidation thing. Done often to sort hierarchy.

Wwvhistles: Dolphin Sounds. Playful connotations, a sort of "Friendly Friendly" sound.

Clicks: echolocation byproduct noise.

Barks: seal like, not dog like. Higher pitched indicate Stress, both good(rapid fire yipping) and bad(long pauses betwwveen yaps). Lowwver pitched indicate agitation, or used for attention getting, especially by Jades.

Squeaks: Dolphin sounds. Like wwvhistles, indicate positivvwe stress, like excitement.

Yelps: pain noise, or distress call.

Caterwwvauling: Cougar Scream. This.. this is a "come the fuck here" sound. Or a "I'm on my wwvay" sound.

Wwvhooping: hyena noise. Clowwvn noise, meant as a role call thing.

Gekkering: Fox Noises. grub sound, signals distress.

Bleating: goat noise, done by landwwvellers. A casual, convvwersational noise.

Honking: Goose Noises. Indicate stress (Tapid honks indicate Excitement. Slowwv honks indicate I'm Gonna Bite You) clowwvn sound.

Knickering: horse noises. A kind of convvwersation noise meant for "softer" things, like calming people dowwvn or just diffusing conflict.

Purring: indicator of comfort or comfort seeking.

Mewwvling: yes this is a thing. Oddly enough not a grub noise. It's a kind of Submission "don't hurt me" noise from older trolls.

Hissing: EXACTLY wwvhat you think it means.

Grumbling: those throaty growwvly rumbles wwvolvvwes make. A sign of contentment.

[summon-us-once-summon-us-twice]

wiggly please don’t use nibbly as a pillow ever again. (Tinky might've told everyone a secret about you and your sleeping habits.)

....

Excuse me for a moment

[The sounds of shouting and distressed bleating goat noises can be heard]

[linksthoughtbrambles]

Oopsy

A TotK/Star Trek: Lower Decks crossover fic for Linktober 2023 Day 11: Monsters/Beasts. (No TotK spoilers). (If you know, you know). 2800 words.

“Narj loves all the creatures in his menage!” Narj said, his thick spectacles magnifying eyes squeezed happily shut.

“If you love us, sir, truly, set us free,” Zelda replied.

“Have no fear, humans.  Starfleet is already on its way,” Narj said, walking off as if that was clearly that.

Zelda spun on Link, her hands on her inexplicably-jumpsuited hips, her big green eyes even bigger than usual.

It wasn’t every day Link got to see her ‘I’m being ignored?!’ face.

“Humans?” she asked.  “What does he think we are?”

Link shrugged.  “Dunno, but I think he’s corn.”

---

Link preferred when Zelda slept in the hammock with him.

Unfortunately, that’s what everyone else preferred, too.

‘Ooooh, mama, look what those Vulcans are doing!’ exclaimed what appeared to be a small boulder covered in oven-baked mozzarella.  It leaned up against their cage’s window, somehow reminding Link of a puppy despite having no facial features, legs, or a tail.

‘Those aren’t Vulcans, daughter three thousand and fifty-eight.  They must be Romulans,’ answered a much larger cheese-draped boulder with two distinct throbbing noises.

‘Romulans?  For real?  How can you tell?’

‘They don’t look like anyone in Vulcan Love-Slave.’

Narj had called them ‘Vulcans’ at first, too (once he realized they could talk).

Unfortunately, their language skills hadn’t stopped him from keeping them locked up and on display.

“We’re in a zoo, Zel,” Link said.

“Not for long,” she said, eyeing a panel on the wall.

---

“OH FUCK! THE MOOPSY IS FREE!” screamed Narj, clawing in terror at the wall behind him as a newcomer named Mariner scoffed.

“Oh nooo, your cuddliest prisoner is loose, whatever shall we do?” she said with a smirk, but Narj’s utter freak-out had already sent Link shoving Zelda back in their now-open cage as he dove for a vaguely shield-like wall-panel thick with beach-palette paint.

The panel was no longer seated properly (thanks to Zelda).  One corner swiveled directly into the wall’s circuitry with all the considerable momentum Link had in his short-but-dense body.

“Moopsy!” said Moopsy in its sweet, cuddly voice.

A loud hum deep in the walls prefaced a brief blackness giving way to emergency lighting and a flutter of activity behind Link: squawks, screeches, roars, buzzes, pitter-patters, plop-plop-plops, splashes and scrabbling, and way more he couldn’t make out except “FUCK ME, THEY’RE ALL FREE!!!”

Link hadn’t thought corn could scream like that.  He spun to see Moopsy’s little white pudge-fluff body on a winged goat’s back.

“Moopsy!” Moopsy said.

And Moopsy’s mouth become FAR FAR FAR TOO WIDE to make sense, two tiny fangs glinting as the massive face-hole closed on the goat’s skull and sucked its skeleton up like steaming-hot gelatin.

“HOLY FUUUUUUCK!” Mariner yelled at the exact moment Link’s bowels chilled about fifty degrees.

Celsius.

Moopsy snapped its head to the side, flopping the goat’s skin and soft tissue like a beloved chew-toy.

Zelda made a strangled sound of rising disgust and Link raised the wall panel as an awkward, two-handed shield with no strap.  He’d be better off using it as a claymore.

Huh.

That could work.

Link flip-gripped it at one end and swung it broad-faced into the Moopsy as hard as he could on such short notice.

“Moopsy!” Moopsy cried in distress as it spun through the air and disappeared into an arboreal habitat on the 2nd floor.

Link could’ve sworn he heard a little squeak when it landed.

He definitely heard all the gasps.

Why were they all looking at him?  Weren’t swamp-gobblers snarling right on the other side of the sky snake’s habitat?

“Link!” Zelda said, brows knit and mouth gawking at him.

“What?!”

“The Moopsy is Narj’s favorite!” Narj said, his head in his hands.

“I am- so sorry, Mr. Narj,” said the big blond man whose name Link hadn’t caught.  “Starfleet will take full responsibility for any losses incurred as a result of our people’s actions-“

“I’m not your people,” Link said, but he got talked over.

“Oh- this is- bullshit,” said Mariner.  “’Ooooh, fuck, fuck, the Moopsy is free’ and ‘oh shit not the fucked up goat!’ and then you go all gooey and teary when this guy smacks its ass away from us, which, THANK YOU, by the way, strange dude with super-WEIRD- VERY pointy ears, you’re not human at all, are you?”

Link shook his head, but she hadn’t stopped despite the building volume of the animal brawl behind and to the right of the central exhibit (the short guy in the red shirt cringed, his back to its low, round wall).

“If it’s your weird-ass monster creatures’ lives or ours, ours win, no matter how adorable their eyes or tiny, nubby tails or innocent voices may be.”

“I gave these creatures a safe home!” Narj protested.  “I don’t want to see them harmed!”

“It seems you have little choice,” said Zelda with a gesture toward the chaos.

A pack of dog-like animals with horns had wandered between the two scythe-handed swamp-gobblers, who had then attempted a pincer-strike on one of the smaller horn-dogs.  Two horn-dogs seemed content to simply flop to the floor and wait this out, while the other two leapt to defend their packmate with startling aggression.  A horn-dog’s horn was currently embedded in a swamp-gobbler’s nostril, and a strange, floating ball of light with three cobra heads appeared to be getting throttled in the squeeze of the much thicker and lengthier sky snake’s body (also floating) while reptile-birds, hammer-head-birds, colorful head-plumage birds and a kalaidescope of butterflies fluttered and swopped around them.  One cobra-head snapped a butterfly right out of the air and hissed purple light.

This was to say nothing of the myriad of small creatures pattering and oozing their way along the floor or the frenetic mixture of cooing, screeching, and slurping sounds issuing from the balcony running the circumference of the room above them.

“Oh- OH!  NOT MY TRIBBLES!”  Narj ran a single, abortive stride toward the stairway.

“Moopsy!”

The adorable sound stopped him dead, his face struck with horror.

“Tribbles?!” the big blond said.  He’d raised spread hands, ready to grapple, sharp eyes flicking from creature to creature.  “I thought you were operating within federation law!”

“Narj does operate lawfully!  I do not trade or transport my tribbles!  I simply maintain my stock!”

“That’s what they all say,” Mariner said, her stance mimicking her colleague’s.

(The short guy in the red shirt hadn’t moved.  He muttered something about his pants).

A tribble rolled from the balcony and hit Link square on the head before it bounced to the ground.

He blinked at the completely innocuous, tawny-furred ovoid.  “Is this like the Moopsy?” he asked.

“No no no no no!” Narj said inserting himself between Link and the puffball, his shaking hands very nearly touching Link’s chest.

It was weird.

“Tribbles merely breed quickly-“

“TOO quickly,” blond said.

“WAAAAY too fast,” agreed Mariner.

“Do they have bones?” Zelda asked.

“C-cartilage,” Narj squeezed out.  “What if it can drink them?”  More shrieking and slurping cut through the grunts, growls, squawks and slams.  “WHAT IF IT ALREADY IS?!  AH AAAH!”

He really seemed close to popping some kind of sap vessel.

“Better them than us!” Mariner said.  “Lemme just-“

“I’ll just-“

Link and Mariner stopped talking simultaneously, eyeing each other.

“So, I’ll scope it-“

“I’ll peek up-“

They did it again.

Mariner narrowed her eyes at Link.

He widened his with a nearly unnoticeable shrug.

They shot up an instant later, Mariner with a quick run to the stairwell, a jump and a kick off the banister to grab the safety railing, and Link with a leap up to finger-grip the lower lip of the balcony and pull himself up.

Both peeked left along the 2nd level’s metal floor.

There it was.

Moopsy.

Having the time of its life.

It had a whole tribble in its mouth, sucking on it like hard candy with pleasure-riddled squeaks and big, round eyes glistening with the simple joy of delicious food.

Link totally got it.

There were at least six more tribbles in its path.

He dropped back to the floor with a practiced landing.  “Yeah, it likes those tribbles, we’ve got a minute.”  Link shrugged, picked up the one near his feet, and got halfway through a tossing motion.

“OoohOOoooh!” Narj moaned.

“LINK!” Zelda scolded.

He froze.  “What?!”

“You would do NO SUCH THING were it a cat.”

“Yeah I would.”

“Lies.”

“No, if it’s you or a cat, I choose you.”

“That is not the choice!”

“It might be.”

“We’ve time to think!” she said.

“Not really, we gotta get all these thingamanimals back in their cages,” said Mariner, dropping back in with a bounce of her very bouncy black curls, and a tiny glare at Link.

“I’m not going back in mine,” he warned.

A squelching sound preceded a whimpering cry in the voice of a swamp-gobbler.

“Didn’t say you had to,” Mariner said.

A golden light emanated from Zelda, expanding past the animals, through their cages, and out beyond their ability to see it through the walls.

“What was that?!” blond guy yelled.

“An attempt to re-cage your animals,” Zelda said.  “It was worth attempting, though I’m not surprised it had no effect.”

“Oh!  Oh human, you got the Aldeberan serpent!”  Narj pointed to the triple-cobra-headed light-ball currently pressed to a rocky habitat’s back wall by a blanket of sunlight.

“Is it an evil creature?” Zelda asked.

“Terribly wicked!”

That explained that.

The sky snake, having nothing to strangle, began to fly laps around the room, snapping its jaws and loosing calls like a long-throated crow’s caw.

Zelda’d already stuck her hands into the wall in attempt to re-connect some cabling.

“Hey!  Let me- I’m a professional,” said big blond guy.  He jogged over and nudged Zelda sideways.

This pissed Link off.  “Don’t push her.”

Apparently it also pissed Mariner off.  “You’re not an engineer, Jack.”

Jack cringed.  “Neither are you, Mariner.”

Something soft hit the floor above them.  “Moopsy!”  A sucking sound followed.

Link stalked over to Jack’s right shoulder, between him and Zelda, and looked over it to see him fumbling.  An arc of electricity zapped him and he jumped, nursing a small burn on his wrist.

“Yeah, you should let her do that,” Link said.

“Indeed,” Zelda said, nudging Jack herself.

“Hey!”

Zelda began putting things together and taking them apart with her head cocked and quick glances into the atrium.  “Please tell me if a cage closes!”

“Got it!” said Mariner.

Link kept his eyes peeled.  Some thick-carapaced creature even smaller than the tribbles was oozing its way along the edge of the room toward Jack.  “What’s that thing?”

“What- AGH!” Jack yelled, jumping back into Link.

This was enough impetus for Link to snatch the wall panel back up and flick the critter away with it.  It landed lodged between red-shirt-guy’s shoulder and the low wall he’d pressed his back against.

“AHHHHH!” screamed red-shirt as the critter wiggled to right itself.

“GET UUUUUP,” yelled Mariner.  She sprung toward him.

He didn’t listen.  He did scream incessantly as something small and glistening began to leave a slime-trail on his neck.

“NO NO NO EEL BABIES!” Mariner slapped the tiny animal off him.  It landed somewhere in the ground of the verdant sky snake habitat.

“NO!  CETI EELS ARE A CRITICALLY ENDANGERED SPECIES!” Narj cried.

“IT’LL BE FINE!” Mariner yelled as she held mama-eel’s left antenna between two pincered fingers and dumped her into the habitat, too.

“Moopsy!” said Moopsy.

Link ignored it for a moment, then broke into a sweat.

No more slurping noises.

“Moopsy!”

Link swore under his breath, Jack said “SHIT!”, Mariner growled and spun with eyes on the 2nd floor, and Narj said “FUH HUH HUH HUUUCK!”

Zelda worked quick—and with a sudden zzzzip, the wrong cage closed across the way out of the corner of Link’s eye.

“Look!” Link hissed, wondering if sound lured Moopsies.

“I have it, I have it!” Zelda undid that one but counted quickly, finding a connection and instantly shutting the Aldeberan serpant’s cage with a sigh of relief.  The golden light flickered and faded.  As it did, the serpent hissed its frustration and a previously unnoticed tribble fell from the wall near Narj’s head.

“AH- u- oh?” Narj peered at it, adjusting his glasses.

“Evil tribble,” Link said under his breath.

Above them, the sky snake gave a sudden hiss and a bellow, a sound like sausage grinding moving from directly above their cage toward center-right of the room.  The remains of the sky snake’s body struck the floor with a monumental metallic slap.

The Moopsy raised its cheerful head from the hole in the snake’s skin.  “Moopsy!”

Everything ran.

The gobblers, the reptilian and plumed and hammer-headed birds, the horn-dogs, the remaining winged goat, the starfishy critters that had been skulking along the walls, and even the evil tribble, though it couldn’t move quickly.  Link hadn’t made out all of the small creatures, but they began to clear a wide circle around Moopsy, the floor less littered with tiny, wiggling bodies.

This left the Moopsy.

And them.

Moopsy waddled toward red-shirt guy, who began a rapid, stuttering crawl in the opposite direction.  Moopsy sped up with a bum-wiggle and leapt toward its next meal.

“No you don’t!” Mariner yelled, quick-dragging her sneaker back on the floor, then kicking her leg out straight.  Her shoe flew off at the perfect angle—its sole covered most of Moopsy’s squishy belly as it flew backward into a marshy habitat behind it.

“CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT CLOSE IT!” they all yelled at slighty different times in slightly different ways as Zelda feverishly connected everything.

“I need an insulative sealant!” she cried.

Link eyed the palm fronds, but Jack blew by him, yanked the cloth hammock from its hooks, and began tearing strips off it with his teeth.

Link quietly approved.  He caught the first strips tossed his way and helped Zelda cross-thread them through her many connecitons.

Their own cage shut.

Zelda grunted in frustration.

When they’d finished, the lights had fully returned in the atrium, though they tended to flicker.  So did the force field around the sky snake’s central habitat, but no one seemed to care.

Some creatures were still audibly struggling with each other, stuck mingling in habitats not their own.

That was fine for now.

Red-shirt guy finally stood, his back bent and face pale as he shook off his prey chemicals.

Narj thanked Zelda and Mariner profusely as he fiddled with his ring of keys.  “Narj is so grateful.  Narj may lose more of his creatures but will recover.  I will recover.  And I will free you the normal way, this time!”

Mariner gave Zelda a suspicious look that had Link inching protectively toward her.

“Hang on,” Mariner said.

Narj’s shaky smile drooped.

“You,” Mariner said.

“Us?” Link asked.

“Your force field just happens to go down right before the Moopsy’s free?”

Link side-eyed Zelda.

“You let it out!” said Mariner.

Zelda fidgeted her fingertips.  “Not intentionally.”

Everyone gasped but Link.

“I’m extremely glad no one was hurt,” she said, now wringing her hands.

Link put an arm around her shoulders and glared at the others.  He especially glared at Jack since he was in there with them, and Link didn’t want him to try anything.

Jack crossed his arms, a stern look on.  “We were coming to get you.  You didn’t have to break out.”

“How were we to know?”  Zelda asked.

“Narj told you!” Narj said.

“You said Starfleet was coming,” Link said in his soft voice.  “That could’ve meant anything.”

Mariner’s face screwed up.  “Any-?!  We’re STARFLEET, what did you think it would mean?”

Link shrugged.  “A bunch of stars sailing the high seas together?  Maybe some great navigators banding together to keep their ships safe?  Maybe an army?”

Everyone stared.

“How could you not know what Starfleet i-“ Mariner shook her head.  “Wait a minute.  You’re NOT human.  You’re not Vulcan, Romulan, Reman, Ramuran, Halanan, Ocampan, or Arkenites, so what the hell are you guys?”

“We are Hylian,” Zelda said in a small voice.

“Never heard of you,” said Jack.  “What planet are you from?”

Link and Zelda looked at each other.

“Moopsy!” Moopsy said from its new habitat.

Jack, Mariner, and red-shirt’s eyes made a slow journey toward Narj, who tittered.

“I- I don’t always know where they come from.”

“Come on, man, PRIME DIRECTIVE!”  (Jack).

“WITHIN FEDERATION LAW, MY ASS!”  (Mariner).

“SIRS, I WANT A DESK JOB!” (That poor red-shirted bastard).

That conversation devolved into a heated argument.

Link grimaced.  “They think we’re from a planet?  The things in the sky?  Maybe that’s what they call sky islands or something.”

Zelda, for once, appeared lost.

At first.

Her eyes grew wide.

Then wider.

Then wider.

“LINK!”

“What?!”

“People live on planets!!!” she cried.

The others went quiet.

“Awwww,” Jack said, palming his face.  “Time for another memory wipe.”

Link blanched.  “Not again!”

-------

[For visual reference, this post has Moopsy and Narj. The 3 starfleet characters were Beckett Mariner, Jack Ransom, and Gary (on left in pic). Lower Decks is awesome.]

Gary (red-shirt guy) and Mariner. She's dressed down today.

Below: Jack Ransom (with Mariner far off in background).

[goodlucktai]

I'd love to see some of the events in Give Me Something That'll Haunt Me from some other perspectives, especially Leo's brothers. You're a very skilled writer so we already have some idea as to how each of them warmed up to Usagi, but it would be really cool to see their thoughts on the situation! How April thought Usagi hated Leo at first, how everyone was dealing with a mopey Leo after his breakdown with the farmbotto, Usagi winning Donnie over in like two minutes, all of that stuff!

x

They’re halfway through Legally Blonde when April gets a text that makes her frown. Her attention is fully arrested by her phone for the whole Bend and Snap scene, which attracts her most perceptive brother's attention. Leo is too sore to throw the projector remote at her himself, so he makes eye contact with Mikey. Ever-reliable Mikey snaps a quick salute and lobs the remote at her in Leo’s stead.

“Ow! Angelo!” April snaps without any real heat, returning fire with an empty cup. 

“You’re making Leon feel neglected,” Donnie supplies without looking up from his tablet, like the hypocrite he is. He’s been stubbornly nestled next to Leo for most of the evening, though, so Leo is willing to give him a pass on most things. 

“Aww, Blue, you know you’re my number one man,” she says, to an immediate chorus of “say what now?” from Mikey, Raph and Donnie. “Suna just wanted to know if I’d be able to drop by tomorrow morning,” April adds, which is not quite the truth.

Leo brightens, a sly grin curling across his face. “Is it a date?” 

“No, it’s not a date,” April says. She can’t help feeling helplessly fond when she looks at him. 

All four of her little brothers were equal parts supportive and obnoxious when she and Sunita started officially going out about a year ago, which was pretty par for the course. Splinter demanded to meet the yokai, to make sure that she was good enough for his girl, which was enough to make April tear up even as she joined the boys in giving him shit for being such a typical boring dad. 

But the most remarkable thing to come out of it was Leo approaching her right before she went home, mask tails all twisted up in his fingers in a blatantly anxious display, to say, “You’re a girl, and you like a girl. And it’s okay.”

“Yeah?” 

“So is it—would it be okay to like both?”

And April had hugged him so hard that the pattern on his scutes left faint imprints on her arms, and she kissed him all over his face until he was laughing helplessly, and said, “You can like whoever you want, baby. Whoever treats you right. And if anyone ever gives you shit for it, you come right to me, capisce?”

What April was really saying back then was that she would never let anybody hurt him. And she meant it, of course she meant it, but—god, she failed. 

Leo flung himself into that prison dimension like it was the only thing that made sense, like he wasn’t breaking everyone’s hearts in one fell swoop. The Krang brutalized him and the Leo that Mikey rescued was barely more than a broken shell. He wouldn’t come out, hidden away inside and making these awful-sounding vocalizations that had all three of his brothers in tears. 

Splinter made a hysterical phone-call to Draxum, and the goat-man met them halfway back to the lair at a flat-out run, looking more frantic than April could remember ever seeing him, including that time with the Shredder. 

Leo was put under what essentially amounted to mystic anesthesia, and only then could he be coaxed out of his damaged shell. Raph held him the whole time and made this deep rumbly noise in his chest that April vaguely recognized from the turtles’ much younger years. 

Donnie was so frightened that it looped around into fury, and he snapped at people left and right until he finally just shut down completely. Mikey hadn’t stopped crying once since he started back on Staten Island, since the big brother he so admired wouldn’t come out of his shell, even as he was chirping in distress and bleeding all over his siblings' hands. 

It took Draxum all of ten minutes to decide that the only way to save his life would be to put him into a magical healing sleep, the kind of Disney-movie shit that April didn’t have a ton of faith in. 

“He will just be asleep,” Draxum said, an uncharacteristic softness in his eyes, even if his voice sounded more or less the same as always. “He will hear your voices and know he is home. When he wakes up, all will be well.”

And he was right. The spell put Leo in something like stasis, a glorified coma, and with every day his vitals got stronger, his body inching away from “irreversibly damaged” and closer to “jesus christ what happened to you” towards the ultimate goal of “you’ll never guess where i got this scar. remember that one crazy summer?” 

When he woke up, whole weeks later, he did so with a disgruntled little stretch and a wrinkle of his beak, like he’d succumbed to one of those afternoon naps that dragged on much too long. His eyes were clear and present, if groggy and a little out of it, and when he spotted Mikey drooling on the blanket beside him, he smiled. 

That was the exact moment April could finally convince herself that her family would be okay. 

But it will be a long, long time before she forgives herself for dropping the ball so spectacularly. 

One of her precious little brothers looked death right in the eye and double-dog-dared it to do its worst, because somehow he missed the memo that he was loved and needed and worth so much more than a sacrifice play. 

Her precious little Leon, with a blackened eye and a necklace of grisly bruises and an arm so thoroughly mangled that even the healing coma couldn’t heal it completely, leaving him in a cast for much longer than any of the turtles are used to, with how quickly they usually heal. 

And his shell just broke her heart. It was a source of constant anxiety for his dads, even as they refused to outsource that worry to the kids, who knew that it was bad but not very bad. 

April is the big sister. The biggest sibling, no matter how much taller Raph gets. It’s her job to look after them. Leo almost died. And now that rude bunny waiter from Run of the Mill is bugging Sunita for Leo’s number? That guy who always stares at Leo like he’s trying to work out how it’s possible for someone like him to even exist?

Ohh, April can feel that inherited ninpo in her soul lighting up. Karai’s presence is a faraway and gentle thing most of the time, but she’s happy to lend her strength when April needs it. 

“Woah, April, you good?” Raph asks. His eyes move down to the phone clenched in her hands, and he frowns. “Did someone say something to you? Does Donnie need to doxx another internet troll?”

“Gimme,” Donnie says at once, hands out for the phone.

“Will you stop?” April swats at him. “And Raph, don’t encourage him.”

“I mean, he’s just gonna do it either way—”

“There’s no internet troll! God, I thought we were watching a movie! None of you are paying attention!”

“You started it, texting your giiiirlfriiiiend,” Mikey coos like the little menace he is, then ducks behind Raph with a cackle when April aims another empty cup at him. 

“April’s allowed to text her girlfriend whenever she wants,” Leo says, in his Fearless Leader voice, which he only ever uses to stir shit up. Sure enough, a heartbeat later, he adds smugly, “Don’t be jealous that she’s got game and none of you do.”

Protests break out like clockwork and Leo is soundly booed by everybody in the room. It’s a good thing they’ve all seen this movie roughly a billion times because it’s gonna be awhile before these guys settle down now. 

Leo meets her eyes from the twins’ comfy nest in the armchair and winks. Got your back.

All the chaos gives April a chance to respond to Sunita’s text in peace, asking her to pass this Usagi a message. 

Anyone who wants to get to April’s little brother is gonna have to go through her first. 

[mooestriovermind]

In a shocking turn of events my squeaking apparently sounds like a very distressed cat meow and even though I consider myself more of a weird goat dog thing I am also just

Ndndbdhhshdndhdh pent up cryptid noises

What if I commanded you to turn off anon / talk to me in dms with my super hot voice hm?

What would you do then?

:>

(I vaguely remember somebody using excessive pink text to punctuate certain points in their posts but I don't remember who)

:<

[inamindfarfaraway]

My Bluey OC

Name

Whitney Ward.

Gender

Female.

Breed

Komondor.

Appearance

Whitney is a tall, chubby Komondor puppy with great natural strength, brown eyes, and soft, pure white fur grown out long and matted into her breed’s iconic dense dreadlocks. She wears decorative gold rings on the ones on her head and a black cord necklace with a red chewable bone-shaped pendant. Being autistic and nonverbal, she communicates through sounds, body language and typing and clicking pictures on an AAC app on her tablet, which has a red case; she can take time to find the right words, both in her head and on her tablet’s system. She may also wear red noise-cancelling headphones to cope with her hypersensitive hearing.

Age

Seven.

Backstory

Her mother Opal is an accountant and her father Sugar is a speech therapist. They’ve been working primarily online from home since Whitney was born and diagnosed at a young age, and are deeply loving parents who do their best to help her thrive. They started her learning AAC from a young age.

For the last year and a half, she was in the special needs class of a local normal school. The teachers there didn’t respect or accommodate for their students enough and bullied them instead. She was lonely too. When her parents realized what was going on, they were horrified and transferred her to Glasshouse Primary School. She’s doing much better there and has made new friends in Calypso’s class. Sugar and Opal are debating moving in the future to be closer to the school and its other students’ neighbourhood, but don’t want the massive change to distress Whitney, guilty about letting her suffer so much already.

Personality

Whitney is patient, observant, thoughtful and careful. She’s had to learn to be, with her developmental delays in speech and to an extent mental processing and reading usually making her take longer to do things than her peers. At her old school, she was left out and behind a lot and got used to entertaining herself. She’s analytically, strategically intelligent, but doesn’t do well academically. She has a strong sense of justice and believes that doing a bad thing always deserves punishment, struggling to apply this concept with nuance and in degrees. She prefers to wait, think carefully and try to look at the bigger picture and disapproves of others acting rashly. But once she’s sure that she’s assessed a situation correctly, she will be confident, stubborn and even self-righteous in her chosen course of action.

She is very responsible and honest, and a big fan of clear, precise rules and instructions. She does have a mischievous streak when she’s with people she trusts, but she hates the thought of doing something wrong or hurtful or getting in trouble and is nervous around adults and strangers. It’s easier to not break rules at all than figure out the complications of which rules are okay to break and how and how much. She spends most of her time and energy just trying to do things the right way. To her, there’s a right way to do everything. Despite her nerves, she’s also trusting and tends to assume that people have good intentions. Part of why it took so long for her parents to figure out that her old school was such a bad system is that on top of communication being practically difficult for her, Whitney didn’t want to complain, taking too much responsibility and believing her teachers were in the right and knew what they were doing. Now she’s slowly building up her sense of unconditional self-worth and beginning to understand how cruel, deceitful unfair people can be.

Her special interests are sheep and goats, flowers, painting and photography. She likes being outside. Her favourite things to paint and take pictures of are landscapes, especially involving nature like fields and cloudy skies, and detailed close-ups of flowers. She can watch herds of sheep for hours and a fluffy toy Suffolk sheep called Cotton is her comfort object. The textures of wool and many other types of hair are extremely pleasant to her. She loves to play sheepdog, hairdresser, security guard and army. One of her stims is stroking and fiddling with her hair and she’ll even hide her face in her cords when anxious or upset. She’s also in the habit of lightly flicking and slapping people with them, either playfully as a physical form of teasing or to make them leave her alone or respect her personal space, especially if she’s stressed.

She’s very protective of her friends, afraid of losing them after finally getting them, and possessions, and concern for them is basically the only thing besides fear and pain that can make her be impulsive and careless. She doesn’t like sharing her things. As words can be hard for her, she prefers to express her care through actions. Her good friends are Honey, Jack, Rusty and Mackenzie. She likes Bluey, Snickers and Coco, but their energy can be overwhelming and hard to keep up with sometimes.

Other Notes

She likes to playfight with her parents and friends. She’s occasionally too rough and is working on identifying cues that the other person isn’t having fun anymore. 

She has a restricted diet and strong sensitivity to mouthfeel. She mainly eats rice, bread, pasta, noodles, meat and seafood, dislikes spice and sourness and has vitamins more than vegetables. She likes chewy foods and her favourite foods are beef jerky and Choo Choo Bars, as chewing is one of her stims (she used to chew her dreadlocks before getting her necklace). Sugar, befitting his name, loves sweet flavours and eats more confectionery than her.

Her interschool buddy in Mia and Captain’s class is a twelve-year-old Yorkshire Terrier girl named Claire. Claire is kind, generous, extroverted, optimistic, fearless and talkative. She’s used to her small size not always being accommodated for, and has even been teased for it, so she’s fiercely protective of her little buddy (who happens to be physically bigger than her). Whitney likes to listen to her talk and stroke her silky fur.

Red is her favourite colour. As she grows older and more mature, she takes to wearing the fur cords on her head up in a ponytail in a red scrunchie.

[dspite]

Okay I agree with some of these but quite a few are just plain incorrect (unless OP is strictly talking about onomatopoeias in which case feel free to ignore me and rb this from prev instead of my pedantic ass).

Sheep/goat noises are actually called "bleating", whose root word originated as a term for loud, incessant complaining before people started using it to mean a sheep/goat's sounds (or rather, their tendency to make said sounds CONSTANTLY.)

Cow noises are called "lowing", which comes from the term "bellowing" e.g. "to make a deep, resonant, usually quite loud sound", and if "deep" and "resonant" don't describe the sound of a full-grown cow, then I don't rightly know what does.

Chicken and chick sounds are "cluck" (a kind of hollow clicking sound like the one you can make with your tongue on the roof of your mouth), "cheep" (the "ch" being the barely-audible squeak of air they make while trying to get sound out of their tiny bodies)

Rooster sounds are called "crowing", a term that, much like sheep/goat's "bleating", was originally used do describe a loud, obnoxious sound made by humans and was later appropriated to mean an animal's de-facto noise (in this case, the word meant loud, incessant gloating instead of complaining). (Fun fact: Another word for human crowing is "cock-a-hoop". Do with this information what you will.)

There ABSOLUTELY exists dogs that go "bark", as well as "arf", "woof", "Awoo", and plenty more (Shiba Inus may very well just be cats that paid for the dog skin DLC with the range of sounds they can produce), it just differs from breed to breed.

Adult pigs' "official" sounds are considered to be "snort", "grunt", and "squeal" (the latter of which is basically a distressed scream), with "oink" largely being assigned to piglets (sort of like an adult chicken's "cluck" vs. a chick's "cheep").

Funnily enough "neigh" is neither most or least accurate-sounding sound name in their roster. The MOST accurate one is easily "whinny", especially if you decide to add vibrato to the i for whatever reason, and the LEAST accurate one is "nicker", which you'd THINK would be a sound like maybe clicking their teeth or tapping the ground, but NOPE! Literally the word means "a gentle neigh". (wtf????)

Weird when you first start paying attention to animal noises and realize they don't actually sound like the words we use

[mysterymanjoseph]

A Quiet Hunt: mysterymanjoseph and mcaningful-ncgativity

Joseph had come to this ranch land in Idaho that his family owned to hunt deer. Well, not to just hunt, more to just get away from the world. He has stalked around for a couple of days after setting up in the small cabin on the land. He carries a Ruger American bolt action rifle, chambered in .308 Winchester, and carries survival bushcraft gear in a rucksack on his back, in case he can't get back to his cabin before night fall. After coming along the fence line dividing his property from the next, he walks along it, seeing the fence had not been tended for some time. Just before topping a rise, he hears a noise, something like a goat's bleat. He takes a few more steps, spotting a fawn, on the ground, in distress, its hind leg tangled in some twine tied to the fence. He thinks, "Oh little one, what should I do, let the cruel side of nature take its course, or, should I help you?" Glancing around, he spots a doe, at a distance. He can't just leave, his conscience won't let him. He thinks, "Guess I don't have a choice." He approaches the little deer, the animal weakly struggling to rise. In a soft, gentle voice, Joseph says, "Don't worry little one, I'm just going to try to get you loose." He makes certain his rifle is safe, leans it securely against a nearby tree, slipping his rucksack off. Moving in very slow, deliberate steps, he approaches the fawn, keeping one eye on the doe in case she get defensive of her fawn.

@mcaningful-ncgativity

[mcveighparker]

Importance of installing a fence at a farm

Farmers are quite likely to experience a wide range of challenges when it comes to ensuring the security and safety of their valuable crops and livestock.The constant threat of predators may cause a lot of emotional distress and financialhassles for a farmer. To avoid these concerns, installing fencing posts at a farm would be a smart decision. One of the prime benefits of installing a fence at a farm would be to separate the farm into diverse sections. If you have grazing areas, then you must keep them separate from production areas. This would be useful in maximizing the space and profit on the farm, and help people to cultivate more land.  It would also help in preventing animals from escaping the farm. The right fencing can go a long way in keeping the animals contained while promoting crop growth.

Fencing is a good practice in livestock management

Cattle, goats and sheep herding was considered to be among the best ways to control livestock. However, today, paddocking through fencing is more common to minimize constant contact with livestock. Fencing makes herding a lot easier, and can promote successful growth of vegetation in the rangeland. With strategic installation of fences, animals can be rounded with ease, as the farmer would know exactly where the herd was left. Moreover, it would make it easier to isolate breeding herds from non-breeding ones, to avoid inbreeding of closely related animals.

Demarcation of boundaries

Fences help in lowering the change of conflicts among neighbours, as one would know exactly the border of their farm. This would help farmers in many ways. For instance, they can chop down trees within a specified area without trespassing on other people’s territory.

Enforce security

Good quality fencing helps in protecting a property from damage by both humans and animals.  Fencing limits the entry of domestic animals like cattle, sheep, or goats from grazing on cultivated fields. It also provides protection for animals, reducing the risk of theft and exposure to wildlife.

In addition to installing good quality fences, getting Onduline roofing sheets for a farm would also be a good idea. They provide advanced thermal performance and acoustic comfort inside a building. Onduline roofs, for instance, can help lower the noise from rain and gusts of wind, which can be unnerving for livestock.

To install a new fence at your farm or to change its roof, you should consider searching for “Agricultural supplies near me” online.

[homeopathypharma]

The Hidden Toll: Recognizing and Treating Stress Seizures in Cats

Introduction:

Cats are known for their enigmatic behavior, often masking their distress or discomfort. However, beneath their serene exterior, they may be silently battling a condition known as stress seizures. In this blog post, we'll delve into the hidden toll of stress seizures in cats, exploring how to recognize the signs and provide effective treatment.

Unveiling the Enigma: What Are Stress Seizures in Cats?

Stress seizures in cats, also known as psychomotor seizures or focal seizures, are episodes of abnormal electrical activity in the brain triggered by stress or anxiety. Unlike grand mal seizures, which involve full-body convulsions, stress seizures typically manifest as brief episodes of abnormal behavior. These seizures can vary in intensity and duration, ranging from mild twitching to more pronounced symptoms such as excessive grooming or sudden aggression.

Deciphering the Signs: Recognizing Stress Seizures in Cats

Identifying stress seizures in cats can be challenging, as the symptoms may mimic other behavioral issues or medical conditions. However, there are certain red flags to watch out for, including sudden changes in behavior, unexplained aggression, excessive vocalization, repetitive movements, and disorientation. Keep a close eye on your cat's behavior and consult your veterinarian if you notice any concerning signs, especially if they occur during or after stressful events.

Cracking the Code: Understanding Triggers for Stress Seizures in Cats

Stress seizures in cats can be triggered by a variety of factors, including environmental stressors, changes in routine, conflicts with other pets, loud noises, or even underlying medical conditions. Identifying and addressing these triggers is crucial for managing and preventing future episodes. Creating a calm and predictable environment for your cat, providing enrichment activities, and minimizing exposure to stressors can help reduce the likelihood of seizures.

Unlocking Solutions: Treating Stress Seizures in Cats

Treatment for stress seizures in cats typically involves a multifaceted approach aimed at managing stress and reducing seizure frequency. Your veterinarian may recommend lifestyle modifications, such as establishing a routine, providing a safe space for your cat to retreat to, and incorporating stress-reducing activities like play and interactive toys. In some cases, medication may be prescribed to help control seizures and alleviate anxiety. It's essential to work closely with your veterinarian to tailor a treatment plan that suits your cat's individual needs.

Nurturing Wellness: Supporting Your Cat's Emotional Health

Beyond medical treatment, supporting your cat's emotional well-being is crucial for managing stress seizures. Spend quality time with your cat, offering comfort and reassurance during times of stress. Create a serene environment with plenty of hiding spots and vertical space for exploration. Additionally, consider holistic approaches such as pheromone therapy or relaxation techniques like gentle massage or music therapy to promote relaxation and reduce anxiety.

Conclusion:

Stress seizures in cats are a hidden yet significant concern for feline caregivers. By recognizing the signs, understanding triggers, and implementing appropriate treatment strategies, we can provide our feline companions with the support they need to thrive emotionally and physically. Remember, a calm and nurturing environment is key to helping your cat lead a happy and seizure-free life. If you suspect your cat is experiencing stress seizures, don't hesitate to seek guidance from your veterinarian to develop a comprehensive care plan tailored to your cat's unique needs. Together, we can unlock the mystery of stress seizures in cats and ensure a brighter, healthier future for our beloved feline friends.

Read more : - Goat Farming: Balancing Tradition with Innovation

[ainews]

Spotlights are a crucial tool used by maritime crews to help spot and identify potential dangers at sea. One of the main reasons spotlights are so important is their ability to aid in the detection and mitigation of dangerous sea creatures, such as fauns.

Fauns, a creature commonly depicted in mythology and fantasy stories, are said to have the upper body of a human and the legs and horns of a goat. In many depictions, they are portrayed as playful and mischievous creatures, often causing chaos and trouble for those who encounter them.

While fauns may seem harmless in fantasy stories, they can pose a serious threat to maritime vessels. Fauns are known for being attracted to bright, shiny objects, making ships with bright lights and navigational equipment a prime target. They are also highly curious creatures and may be drawn to ships out of curiosity, potentially causing damage to the vessel.

Spotlights are essential for maritime crews to spot fauns and other sea creatures before they pose a threat to the ship. With their strong beams of light, spotlights can help illuminate dark areas of the water, making it easier to spot and avoid potential dangers. They also play a crucial role in helping crews navigate their ships safely at night, as fauns are more active during the evening and can be harder to see in the dark.

Spotlights also have the ability to scare off fauns. As creatures of the sea, fauns are not accustomed to bright lights and loud noises, and the sudden intensity of a spotlight can startle and deter them from approaching a ship. This can prevent potential damage to both the vessel and the fauns themselves.

In addition to their practical uses, spotlights also serve as a warning for other ships in the area. If a maritime vessel spots a group of fauns, they can alert nearby ships by shining their spotlight into the sky as a distress signal. This allows other ships to take caution and avoid the area, preventing potential collisions or other accidents.

In conclusion, spotlights play a crucial role in maritime safety, particularly in the detection and avoidance of dangerous sea creatures like fauns. Without this important tool, maritime crews would be at a higher risk of encountering and potentially being harmed by these mythical creatures. So the next time you see a spotlight on a ship at sea, remember that it is not just for navigation, but also for the protection of the ship and its crew.