#elk vents

[three-eyed-elk]

chronic illness ramble…

you know what sucks? telling your friend, who you’d hoped would support you, that you have a diagnosis of a chronic illness.

Their reply? A joke, or “womp womp”, or something which entirely lacks any care.

How calloused and cruel. I am watching myself and my life wither away, and you hold not even a single shred of empathy for me, when i have held so much for you.

i think i need to plant a garden before things become too hard to handle.

[three-eyed-elk]

hnnnhhhghh :((

What a lot of abled people don't understand is that when you get more sick as someone who was already physically disabled/chronically ill, you don't get the sympathy, you don't get people sending you cards and coming to visit and help you with things. Everyone just kind of assumes that you can handle it, that it's not *really* anything new. Maybe people might acknowledge it for a week or two, but then to them it's just normal. You were already sick, so why would being a little more sick be disruptive to you, right?

[moodbroads]

honestly, if im going to say anything i should say it now

id never want to be an elk if i had the choice, i wouldnt take it

im glad to have these human abilities, smarts, and privileges. even though i want horns or a muzzle at times that would also mean i would have a horrible life. prey have alot of downsides with their life, prob not even making it to adulthood. its filled with anxiety, your friends and family just dying around you and running since theres only a small chance of successfully fighting back. predators have evolved right next to us so they know our plans, our moves, and our abilities while humans have quite a life of bliss. we even trap animals that can easily kill us like tigers and bears then look at them within zoos.

i cant really think of any other animal id want to be then the human, perhaps a domestic dog or parrot but thats honestly it

sorry for the rant uhhh doodle was drawn on phone this time cuz i was at schol :P

[kashidoodlescreations]

The deck is stacked against me, so I fold

[blazingstarship]

….

[three-eyed-elk]

my psychologist made me aware of the fact i will live my life in pain, never comfortable, and then die.

ah she said something about happiness and needing to fill my life with joy but i forget.

This isn’t a life. I am not alive. There is no way this is it.

[elkian]

I'm not gonna name names but... If your sole comment on a fic is "this fandom needs more fic! where is all the fic!" instead of like.... saying literally anything about the actual fanfiction, for that fandom, that you are commenting in the comment box of... that doesn't really encourage anyone to write more fic.

All that really tells me, as a writer, is that my work is being taken so much for granted that you didn't even recognize it for what it is?

[musicmutt]

angel in the snow, its been so hard

[paleodeer]

↠PALEODEER

Hello and welcome. This blog is dedicated to my experience as an extinct deer in a human society. I guess you can call me a paleotherian or some other therian-adjacent label, but I personally don't like calling myself one. I'm simply a deer.

Call me Paleo or Deer. I prefer it/its pronouns, but I don't care if you use he/him or something else as long as it's respectful.

I am a male Irish elk (Megaloceros Giganteus) from Pleistocene Eurasia. I sometimes see myself in other animals, and I believe there may be something more to my identity than simply this, but I don't really know for sure yet.

I am an adult, and I'd prefer if minors didn't talk to me. You can follow and read my posts, but please don't interact with them further.

I don't have any DNI, but I will block rather freely and be aware that my content can touch on uncomfortable subjects (such as unreality, trauma, death and reproduction) I am an artist, and may sometimes post or repost artwork that involves blood and gore.

Please don't bring discourse into my blog.

🦌

Personal tags:

#paleodeer (posts about being an irish elk)

#deergrunts (vents and negative things, feel free to block)

#deerpaintings (my art)

[three-eyed-elk]

stuck in the forsaken cycle of “i need to spam this person” and “i need to ignore this person” .

hey, brain! how about a healthy mix of both!

The only constant in my life is that I'll either love you too much or not enough, and I can't decide which is worse

[lionsongfr]

Flameforger's Cuisine

In the Ashfall Waste natural food resources are scarce and much of their food is imported from other Flights. While neither Banescales or Coatls eat plants, seafood is a hot commodity with a large majority being imported from the nearby Churscarf Wharf of Water. Export of metal and weapons was thriving and thus provided the necessary income for the imports; however, with the Magmablood Rebellion those exports have dwindled and so has the treasure needed for seafood. Yet, the chefs of Fire are a passionate group who have traveled throughout the lands and always come back home with presents of food and drink- and of course their ability to cook some amazing meals!

 Also spice levels in this post:

MILD: Wild Mustard< Golden Pepper < Cindermint <Ashfall Prickler < Fire Ant< Firefly < Blacktongue Pepper :HOT

Scaleskin Marlin Ham- an import from Redrock cove, the tail of this gigantic fish is brined for 3 days and then coated in a toasted spice mixture of ground Pelagas Feathers, Wild Mustard, and dried Blood Acorn. It is then left to cure for 4 weeks before being thinly sliced and served with a Warm Miniature Potash chutney and Turnip bread crostini. (thanks to Josh Niland for the idea)

Grilled Firecoiler Egg Bowl - fillets of the long Firecoiler are first skewered to prevent them from curling when grilled. Then they are marinaded in Wild Catsup, Ashfall Prickler sauce, and garum (a fermented fish sauce made Anchovies).  After grilling they are put into a pot of fish broth and Wild Onions, simmered, before a Hooded Hen egg is added to be soft scrambled. The whole mixture is poured over a Turnip-Granny Smith Apple mash.   

Crown of Roast Ram-cutting and tying a rack of ram into a crown can be a difficult, but chefs often use a Blacksand Annex brand bundt pan to help retain its shape. The juices are mixed with tart Blackberry vinegar, Wild Catsup, and fresh Siltvine to create a tart and sweet sauce for the strong-tasting meat of the Ram.  Typically served with roasted Thistle hearts and baked whole Sweet Potatoes.

Rebel Red Hotpot- started by the rebels to cook food when low on fuel, it is a pot of Dried Jerky broth colored red with Crimson Jadevine. Food is quickly cooked in the boiling broth before being dipped into a ground Fire Ant (or Firefly) pepper in oil. Most common foods for the pot are: Cindershroom, Salamanders, Softshell Scorpion, Red Octopus tentacles, and Fissure Crawdads, but truly the variety is whatever you can catch that day.

Knee Kicker- a very spicy sandwich that starts with frying a recently molted Red Knee Tarantula. The fried Tarantula is then dipped in a Blacktongue Pepper sauce (import from Shadow) and dusted with powered Firefly pepper.  Then this deadly arachnid is topped with pickled Wasteland Pear slices and placed between two toasted Sweet Grass buns. Considered a deadly weapon in all Flights except Fire.

Scorpion Scampi Pizza- the tastiest part of a Scorpion Fly is its tail, which it drops after becoming an adult. Dutifully collected by smaller dragons, it is cooked in wine, garlic, herbs, and sour Miniature Potash Peach juice till barely pink. The crust is precooked before the sauce, tails, and Snow Elk parmesan (import from Ice) is layered upon it. The pizza is baked again for a few minutes (or milliseconds in the volcanic ovens) to get the perfect melty and crunchy bite!

Sweet Potato Poutine- jokingly called a peace offering to Ice Flight, this hearty dish starts with a base of thin and crispy fried Sweet Potatoes from the Volcanic Vents. It is topped with smoked rice milk curds (rice an import from Wind), Cindershroom gravy, and a spicy Cindermint pepper.

Wildfire Kebab- there are some brave flowers and plants that survive and thrive in the Volcanic Vents. They are the divine Smolderpetal, the dangerous Speckled Fire Lily, the caloric Blood Spath, the meaty Cindershroom, and the slightly bitter Cindervine. Together they are roasted on metal skewers and basted with a Ashfall Prickler sauce.

Zeeba Berry Bars- a sweet treat that with came about from a truce between Fire Flight and Centaurs. Ration Pouches filled with oats and nuts formed the base of the bar, and the center is a mix of Strawberry and Blackberry jam. The top is striped with a sweet frosting dyed black with powdered Cindervine.

Flaming Peach Souffle -a testament to any chef’s ability, a Souffle is a risky and rewarding dessert. Miniature Potash Peaches are finely chopped with sugar and cooked in saucepan with the egg yolks. The egg whites, sugar, and cream of tartar (which is also metal processing agent that prevents oxidation) are beaten into stiff peaks and gently mixed with the peach mixture before being added to ramekins and cooking. A smokey Grassland Grain bourbon sauce is poured over top and set alight to the delight of the diner.

Blue Flame Boulevardier- a cocktail made of Red Banana Liqueur (which is actually blue), Grassland Grain bourbon, sweet vermouth (import made from Light’s grapes or Ice’s sugar beets), and Pelagas Feather Campari. Stirred with ice and then strained with into a chilled glass, it is garnished with a slice of Wisp Fruit.

[three-eyed-elk]

i just received a hypermobile ehlers danlos syndrome diagnosis.

he gave me, not pain management skills, not medication, not aids or direction- he gave me two google links to meditation sessions.

I can barely walk, i can hardly function, I can’t draw anymore (one of the only things that kept me happy) because my body is so, so sore.

This feels futile. My life and efforts feel futile. What am I living for? If i am at a steady decline why should i stay to witness?

how cruel.

[the-adventures-of-dave]

I think this summer, in addition to building a new catio, I’m gonna try to get the cats out hiking more. This is just a big vent/ramble under the cut.

The last couple years we haven’t been out as much. A part of it is just mental health making it hard to Do Stuff, but also I’m apprehensive about going hiking on my own with the cats. I’m not really concerned about coyotes or bears or elk, but the prevalence of off leash dogs on trails still makes me afraid for my and the cats’ safety. I can do everything right and responsible with my cats and still have someone’s dog chase or attack us— both have happened before and will again if we go out. It’s just frustrating that other people’s irresponsibility and selfishness keeps me from enjoying time outside with my pet. I can only control myself- I can’t control someone’s “””friendly””” dog that is “good” off leash and *only* chases people for 15ft before going back to its owner. It’s not barking and chasing for 50 ft, so it’s fine right?

All that being said, I think I might try to do what I can to better prepare myself and my cats for encounters like that and actually get out again. I can tell Dave misses hiking and being outside, and my mental health has gotten worse staying indoors all the time.

Cat wise I’m gonna try to train the cats’ recall better this spring, and maybe invest in some shorter leashes to keep them closer by on walks. I was also considering getting a hard-shelled cat backpack and seeing if they’d like cycling. Dogs can’t kill them if we’re on a bike…

[rjzimmerman]

Eat shit, Biden! I am so fucking happy that you are going away and can do no further harm to the environment or to my blood pressure. Damn, I knew in my heart that this guy was, at bottom, a fucking asshole. Now that I have vented.......

Excerpt from this story from ABC News:

The Biden administration on Friday asked an appeals court to revive a Trump-era rule that lifted remaining Endangered Species Act protections for gray wolves in the U.S.

If successful, the move would put the predators under state oversight nationwide and open the door for hunting to resume in the Great Lakes region after it was halted two years ago under court order.

Environmentalists had successfully sued when protections for wolves were lifted in former President Donald Trump’s final days in office.

Friday’s filing with the 9th U.S. District Court of Appeals was President Joe Biden administration’s first explicit step to revive that rule. Protections will remain in place pending the court’s decision.

The court filing follows years of political acrimony as wolves have repopulated some areas of the western U.S., sometimes attacking livestock and eating deer, elk and other big game.

Environmental groups want that expansion to continue since wolves still occupy only a fraction of their historic range.

Attempts to lift or reduce protections for wolves date to the first term of former President George W. Bush more than two decades ago and have continued with each subsequent administration.

They once roamed most of North America but were widely decimated by the mid-1900s in government-sponsored trapping and poisoning campaigns. Gray wolves were granted federal protections in 1974.

Each time the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service declares them recovered, the agency is challenged in court. Wolves in different parts of the U.S. lost and regained protections multiple times in recent years.

“The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service is focused on a concept of recovery that allows wolves to thrive on the landscape while respecting those who work and live in places that support them,” agency spokesperson Vanessa Kauffman said.

[egipci]

Chorus

(for @wincestwednesdays)

We watch from the rafters. It’s dusk. He’s in love. We send him home. We are his friends but we send him home. We make up urgencies and we wave goodbye and we watch him get on his bike and ride. We get out under the door. He is fast but we are faster. We beat him home. We watch him from the trees through the eyes of crows, the eyes of owls. In the morning we are songbirds. He tears off bread for us to feed. Now it’s dark. There’s salt on the threshold but the house has no foundation. The joists are rotting. It’s no work at all. We watch from the vents. He walks from door to door. He leans his head against the frame and he listens. His hands curl into fists. He’s in pain. He’s only fifteen. As he sleeps we jump into his bed and crawl through the hairs on his leg. We suck and suck his blood. His blood is different, blood of our blood. In his dreams his hands are learning the shape of his brother. We watch him then we scuttle underneath the floorboards. There we congregate. We talk about him and them and our long-laid plans. In the forest we are a gang of elk. We slither close to the fire. Watch them laugh. Watch them pass the flask, knees pressed together. He’s seventeen, his heart reshaping. We watch the shadows through the tent. Secret skin laid out for him, fingers in his hair, pulling. We howl. We have our orders. In the forest we chase and we watch and we howl. Watch them swim in the river, their strong bodies against the current. Now that he knows his brother’s weight they must come apart. He must become unmoored. The highest leaves don’t move but soon it will be fall. Some of us will fall. We smile and we reassure him. We call him gifted. We call him trapped. He’s only seventeen but his Latin! We know him. We’re in it for the long haul. Far out there are places that are safe. Where he can’t be reached. We write letters for him, to him, on his behalf. We welcome him home. We sit beside him in the pews four Sundays in a row. Listen how little he speaks. Kiss his cheek. Watch from the ceiling. Watch through the smoke.

[carnithing]

WELCOME TO MY DOMAIN

This is my sideblog for expressing my nonhumanity, or what I like to consider my true self. If you are curious as to where my likes and follows come from, that would be from my main blog, @sugarberrygoat.

Please note that this blog may delve into some extremely personal things, so proceed with caution. As always, I will provide tags for those to block if they wish to not see some of my content.

Tags for filtering provided below:

VENT TAG:

#flesh eaters thoughts

REBLOG TAG:

#flesh eaters reblogs

More information under the cut.

FICTOTYPES

Mimic (Vita Carnis) - #🥩👁

Shararook (Creatures of Sonaria) - #🎭🌒

Blacephalon (Pokémon) - #🎉💥

Biograft (Phighting) - #🤖🧡

ENA (Joel G) - #💙💛

THERIOTYPES

Spotted Hyena - #🐺🌵

Crocodile - #🐊🌊

Black Bear - #🐻⚫

Elk - #🦌🌲

Goat (Cladotherian) - #🐐🌾

DNI:

Radqueers, proship/profic/whatever you call yourselves, pro-paraphile, anti-alterhuman, anti-fictoqueer, terfs, radfems, transmeds, discourse blogs, NSFW blogs.