#elk vents

[three-eyed-elk]

when the dpdr hits bad and u gotta just sit there and try come back into your body, just to exit again 2 minutes later.

[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]

….

[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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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

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[lifetimeshipper]

Angel From A Dream

Chapter 15

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Birds chirping, leaves crackling and branches breaking are the only noises being heard as Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and Thunderhoof walk quietly through the forest. Bumblebee and Bulkhead keep their guard up as they shift between watching Thunderhoof and looking out for the humans they are tracking. Thunderhoof could care less, he just wants to find out what happened to Steeljaw and be done with it.

"Tell me, Thunderhoof..." Bumblebee begins, "What does Steeljaw want with Strongarm?"

"Just to mate with her, nothin' more."

"There has to be a scheme to this. You can't tell me he only took her for that, there has to be more to it."

Thunderhoof vents out a sigh of frustration as he rolls his optics, "I'm tellin' ya, he only wants to mate with her. He tried to hide his feelings from us but we could tell he loves her."

"Love her?" Bumblebee questions with a raised optic ridge, "They just met. How can he love her already?"

"From what he told me he has dreams of her, that's where he started falling in love with her. When he found her here on this dirtball I guess he just couldn't stop himself from claiming her as his."

"That's actually not uncommon."

Bumblebee looks at Bulkhead with a puzzled expression, "Really?"

"Yeah, it's very rare but not uncommon. I've heard of a few cases where a mech would dream about a femme, or a femme would dream about a mech, causing them to eventually fall in love with the femme or mech before they meet up in reality."

"Does it have a meaning or anything?" Bumblebee asks.

"From my understanding, it usually happens to those who were led down the wrong path and started doing bad things. Primus would make them have dreams of a certain femme or mech they will meet sometime in their future that is supposed to help them get on the right path. They keep having dreams about them as feelings start to rise and before they know it they're in love, makes it easier for them to get attached to the femme or mech when they do finally meet up, especially since their appointed future mate is usually of the opposite side."

"So, Strongarm is the femme Primus chose to be Steeljaw's mate and help him get on the right path?" Bumblebee asked as he still tried to take in what he heard.

"It's a possibility but it's not certain. It's just something I've heard about."

Thunderhoof busted out laughing at what he was hearing, "Steeljaw being set down the right path? That would be something! But I doubt he would let a femme change him."

"I doubt it too," says Bumblebee.

"Doubt what?"

The three mechs stop in their tracks and look down to where the voice came from, they see a chubby black guy with small wrinkles and grey hair, "Agent Fowler?" Bumblebee and Bulkhead ask in unison.

"The one and only."

"What are you doing here?" Bumblebee asks in amazement, he never expected to run into him.

"We got reports of M.E.C.H activity which is confusing because they've been out of business ever since Silas killed them all, then was killed by the Decepticons," Fowler explains.

"A guy who claims to be the nephew of Silas has taken M.E.C.H's equipment and has picked up where Silas left in his experiments. He's already captured an Autobot and a Decepticon and doing Primus knows what to them," Bumblebee informs him.

"We didn't know Silas had any family, no family is mentioned on his records. He must be keeping his family incognito."

"Incog-what?" Bulkhead asks feeling a bit dumbfounded by the word.

"Incognito. It means staying secret where no one knows who you are or who your family is."

"Would make sense with the work he was doing, he would want to keep his family secretive."

"Any ideas where they're keeping the 'Bot and 'Con?"

"No, that's what we're looking for now."

Fowler looks over at the Elk-looking Decepticon, "Is this Decepticon in custody or something?"

"Not exactly, he's helping us because the Decepticon that was taken is his leader."

"Nobody is my leader! I'm my own leader!"

"Well, you're heading in the wrong direction, our reports say they're back that way." Fowler points in the direction the three mechs just came from.

"Lead the way," Bumblebee says as he moves to the side to let Fowler take the lead.

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Strongarm wakes to the rays of the sun beaming down on her faceplate and the sounds of waves crashing against the side of the cliff. She turns to look at Steeljaw sleeping beside her, she feels so disappointed with herself for allowing this 'Con criminal to interface with her. But she didn't have much control over herself while her heat was in effect, all she could think about was relieving it.

She winces as she gets up off the ground, her port is so sore, her legs are shaky and her knee joints feel like they want to give way but she manages to steady herself. Once she's sure she's steady enough where her legs won't crumble from underneath her, she walks off leaving a sleeping Steeljaw and her armor. She walks through the forest looking for any kind of water source so she can rinse herself off and remove the dirt and cum. As much as it revolts her to think that she had interfaced with that 'Con she's also kind of grateful that he did stick around and help her with her heat. This is her second time going into heat and she wasn't sure how she was gonna handle it, she didn't do too well with her first one.

When her first heat cycle hit her she had just left the mech she was with after catching him with another femme, so she had no one to help her relieve her heat, she had to do it alone and it was a nightmare. She hated it so much, which is why she's kind of grateful to Steeljaw for helping her through this heat cycle. She knows it's not over with yet it's only been tamed and calmed down for the moment, but she's not sure if she can keep interfacing with Steeljaw to keep it under control.

The sound of falling water reaches her audio receptor and catches her attention, pulling her out of her thoughts. She walks over to where the sound is coming from and finds a big waterfall, it looks beautiful with the plants growing around it and the water shimmering in the sunlight. Without any second thoughts, she went straight to the falling water and let it run over her frame washing away the dirt and cum that was all over her lower body. The water was so cool and the sound of it so relaxing that it put her processor at ease as all her worries left her for that moment.

Steeljaw watched her rinse off her body under the water, the water glistening off her frame in the sun's rays. He woke up shortly after she left to find her armor still there but no sign of her, he started to panic a bit at first but then he picked up her scent and followed it until he came to this waterfall. Now he's just standing there staring at the beautiful sight before him. After a moment he moved towards her as he smelled her heat beginning to set in again.

Strongarm had her optics closed as she enjoyed the feeling of the cool water running over her body, not noticing the Wolf-Con watching and moving toward her. She felt her frame start to warm up and her port beginning to ache as her heat set in again, just great. She began massaging her port to try and soothe the ache when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She jumps and looks behind her to see Steeljaw standing there looking at her with lust in his optics.

His servo reaches over to her servo and removes it from her port so he can place his digits on her port and start massaging it. His other arm is wrapped firmly around her waist to hold her against him as his tail wraps around her leg to pull it a bit more over to the side so he can have better access to her port. Strongarm almost loses her balance but Steeljaw's tight hold keeps her in place so she doesn't fall. His claw gently moves over her port in a soothing manner before sticking one into the hole.

Strongarm's helm falls back onto his shoulder as her servo grips his arm. She knows she should be pushing him away and putting a stop to this but with her heat setting in, she can't bring herself to stop him. A moan escaped her mouth before she could stop it as she enjoyed the feeling of his digit thrusting in and out of her port. Her optics close as pure bliss covers her face when he inserts a second digit.

"Steeljaw... Oh yes... Please, more... Please..."

Steeljaw chuckled at the sound of her plea as he removed his digits from her port causing her to groan in disappointment. But his digits are soon replaced with his spike thrusting deep inside her which causes her to let out a big moan. He moves his servo down to her thigh to lift her leg as he starts thrusting deep and hard, building up speed more and more. He moves his other servo from her waist up to grip one of her gelatin-like breasts as he hangs his helm down to rest next to hers.

Strongarm grabbed onto his arms as she moaned in pure bliss and pleasure. Tints of blue covered her cheek plates as Steeljaw continued to thrust roughly into her port. Both of their cooling systems kicked in as they both started panting.

"Oh, you're so tight, Strongarm. Your port feels so good."

Strongarm blushes even more at hearing that, she supposes it's a compliment. Her body started shivering as she felt that build up in her stomach again, she knew she was getting ready to overload. Steeljaw could tell it too as he felt her port flutter around his spike, "Don't hold back... Hah... Just let it go..."

It didn't take too much coaxing for Strongarm to hit her overload, she let out a scream as her overload overtook her body. The feeling of her port tightening around his spike caused Steeljaw to go over the edge as well and before he could say anything he overloaded, sending squirts of cum into her port.

Feeling exhausted, Steeljaw lazily removed his spike from her port and both their liquids came pouring out of her port and into the water. He grabs her arm and pulls her over to the shore where they both practically collapsed onto the ground. With his arms wrapping tightly around her, Steeljaw pulls Strongarm close to him and holds her as they both drift back into recharge.

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Chapter 1

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[moodbroads]

I DONT WANNA JOIN ARTFIGHT DUE TO PERSONAL OPIONIONS BUT I DOO WANNA DRAW YALLS CHARS IN MY VERY DERPYDOODLE WAY- SO FEEL FREE TO SEND EM IN ASKS OR PMS!!! :DDD

i also wanna do some poems so maybe go ahead and gimmie some themes!! i could even do your own kintype- been wanting to explore more with more themes then 'ah sad elk i vent :((' XDD

(fully free and funded by my brain boredom btw!- also moodboards still open lolol)

[tagrasso-art]

Day 10/11/12: Specialized/Ocular/Nocturnal

Personal log of Sc.D. A. Harlow. It is currently 02.55 am (clock adjusted for the day/night cycle of the planet, one hour here has roughly the length of 43 minutes on earth, I cannot be bothered to look up the precise number because as mentioned, it is the middle of the night) and I was awoken by the most unpleasant sound. Have you ever heard an elk bugle? The sound I heard was frighteningly similar, though of multiple pitches at once and more long lasting. When I jolted up and looked out the nearest window, I found myself face to face with some large insectoid that stared right back at me through multiple clusters of eyes. It then inhaled through the many tiny vents in its carapace, and squeezed out the air through various holes near its eyes, creating that abysmal sound and splattering my window with translucent, snot-like mucus. Why it chose to do so is beyond my understanding, but luckily mere moments after it climbed up on the nearest tree and vertically vanished out of sight. Now that this record is written, I will collapse back into my sheets and try to get another few hours of sleep before I am unpleasantly woken again by the ruckus of my colleagues.