#grass cutting incremental

[cherryjasper]

grassman and anti grassman fandragons from grass cutting incremental on roblox because thats. definitely normal.

(shamrock basic/shamrock basic/mantis stained and sapphire basic/sapphire basic/ whatever color you want basic)

[typicalkin]

Grassman, the guy of all time

[turniipxx]

we back with the shenanigans

[miserygallll]

cool roblox game:

grass cutting incremental (only my favorite roblox game) very grindy and shit but numbers get big so who's to complain?!

[thesightstoshowyou]

Shoot for the Moon

Bo Sinclair X GN Reader

Warnings: None. Just fluff. Who am I?

~~

Keys jingle as you cut the engine. The thrum ceases and a moment of tranquil silence passes before the nighttime sounds rise to life all around. Crickets and frogs chirp, night herons splash, a barred owl calls. Cypress, oak, and maple trees creak and rustle in a gentle breeze. Car door hinges squeal as you slip from your vehicle and your boots swish in tall grasses as you make your way to the trunk.

Carefully, you unpack the telescope, flashlight, guides, and notepads. The scents of damp earth and decaying wood wash over you as you move. Already, the oppressive Louisiana humidity sticks your hair to your forehead, yet you wear a jacket and jeans to protect your limbs from mosquitos and ticks.

Satisfied with a small, nearby clearing, you meticulously set up your equipment. You peek through the eye piece and adjust the telescope’s position incrementally. Little flashlight clutched between your teeth, you scratch notes on the illuminated portion of paper before repeating the process.

An hour or so in, you abruptly surface from the lull of peaceful concentration. At first, you’re not certain what distracts you, but then you recognize the silence. All the wildlife has gone quiet, disturbed by something close by.

You frown and quiet your own breath, tilting your head to listen intently. To your left, a sharp snap; twigs underfoot. Something stalks through the brush, just out of sight.

A bear, maybe, or a stray dog. Your mind whirs with the possibilities, but you will yourself to stay calm. Nothing you can’t handle.

However, when a man emerges from the tree line, your heart stutters. Fear and confusion take root in your brain and you must consciously fight back the panic to keep your thoughts clear.

Where the hell had he come from? There isn’t a town or house around for miles, as far as you’re aware. You’d carefully chosen this particular spot for that very reason.

The man saunters toward you, hands buried in the pockets of the deep blue coveralls he wears. His pace is leisurely, every step measured and deliberate, meant to instill dread. You can’t make out the details of his face through the gloom and the cap perched atop his head does you no favors.

“Yer out here awfully late,” he notes, the pleasant drawl of his voice disturbing the hush of the clearing. He nods toward the crescent moon hanging low in the sky as though you need his help to tell it’s nighttime.

“Could say the same about you,” you respond, slipping the flashlight into your palm. You could blind him if he gets too close.

He stops his advance about twenty feet away, head tilting slightly as he studies you and your equipment. “Folks out this late don’t often have the best intentions.”

Pot, meet kettle. You resist the urge to call him out and instead motion to your telescope. “Just star gazing. I wasn’t aware this was private property. I’ll go—

“Nah, s’not private. Yer good, sugar.” He takes a few steps closer. The muscles in your shoulders tense. You swallow thickly, mind racing. What now?

You speak before you can stop yourself, ���I, uh, I just found Saturn. It’s nice and clear tonight. Wanna see?” The man stops abruptly, obviously taken aback. He’s silent for a moment, contemplating.

“…Yer serious?” he questions. His steps are tentative now, cautious. You caught him off guard, it seems.

Roll with it. “Yeah!” You wave him over and allow the excitement to take control of your vocal cords, “And the Milky Way is so pretty right now. We can look at that next….”

He’s close enough now that you can make out the incredulous expression on his face…his very handsome face. The scents of engine oil, burnt grease, and metal hit you and the outfit suddenly makes sense. Still, you question why he’s out for a midnight stroll in such a remote area wearing his work garb.

You scoot out of the way and instruct him to look through the eye piece. He shoots you one more skeptical glance before carefully leaning over and peering into the telescope. You smell him now too: Cigarette smoke, faint aftershave, and woody musk that is not at all unpleasant.

You watch the exact moment the man spots the planet. What you can see of his face lights up and he shifts his body in toward the telescope, hunching more to get a better angle through the eyepiece. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmurs, hand coming up and hovering over the finderscope, hesitant to touch. You can’t help the grin that spreads across your face.

“So beautiful, right? Do you see the rings?”

“Sure do,” he replies, straightening and flashing you a hesitant, crooked smile. Your thoughts are almost derailed by the charm of it, but the eagerness to teach keeps you grounded.

“Here, scooch over a sec, lemme just readjust it….” You quickly check your notes then fiddle with the telescope. You’re overly aware of the man standing next to you, but he surprises you with polite silence, hands on his hips, apparently content to watch you work.

“Here, look,” you excitedly tell him as soon as it’s adjusted. With a quizzical expression, he leans down again, though there’s more enthusiasm in his movement this time.

“…What am I lookin’ at?” he asks, glancing over at you expectantly.

You giggle and mutter a quick, “Oh right,” before launching into an explanation. You gesture and describe, the animation in your voice and knowledge on the subject captivating the stranger.

He watches you speak with a mixture of admiration and bemusement on his face, like he can’t believe he’s listening so attentively, but doesn’t want to miss a word. All previous tension evaporates as you show him the charts you’ve drawn and move the telescope to and fro.

“Oh, and you should be able to see Phobos right now—

“What’s yer name, darlin’?” the man interrupts suddenly. You glance up at him and realize just how close he stands. Your shoulder brushes his chest, his body heat palpable. You’re glad for the darkness when your cheeks burn.

You do your best not to trip over your own name when he smirks, sudden shyness drying your throat and making your heart skip a beat. There’s irritation there too, annoyance with his smugness. You’re easier to read than you’d hoped, apparently.

“Bo,” he tells you as he holds out his hand. You turn to face him and accept his outstretched palm. It is then you notice your watch.

“Oh christ, it’s late. I really gotta go!”Hurriedly, you gather up your notes and pack away your equipment. Bo watches quietly and you can tell by the way he stands so stock still that he’s contemplating something.

You don’t give him a chance to decide on whatever it was he was planning when he entered the clearing.

“I, uh…I was gonna come back on Thursday if, you know, if you wanted to learn more.” Bo blinks at you, genuine surprise on his face. You’re just as shocked by your own words. Offering to meet a strange man with questionable intentions, alone, in the middle of rural Louisiana to teach him amateur astronomy?

Have you lost your damn mind?

Yet, the way he’d engaged with the subject and how eagerly he listened makes you think there’s something more to this man. The initial trajectory of your meeting had changed, hadn’t it? There was a spark, a yearning for connection. He wants to learn, and you want to teach.

That, or you’re completely delusional.

“Next Thursday?” You nod at his question. He tips his head again, like he’s thinking. Slipping his hands back into his pockets, he shrugs. “I can try and make it.”

**

He does make it on Thursday. You do too. And again on Saturday. And the following Friday. And Monday.

Sunday finds you seated on a blanket, Bo at your side, flashlight in your mouth and pen in had. Around you, the nighttime creatures sing their songs. Your trusty telescope points to the sky, ready to capture the comet you’re tracking.

You’re relaxed in his presence now. You’ve decided to attribute your initial meeting to simple chance. He hasn’t given you a reason not to trust him, and you’re not going to look for one.

Your name murmured in a hushed and careful tone breaks your reverie. You hum in response before lowering the flashlight and glancing up. The look in Bo’s baby blues freezes you in place and brings heat to your cheeks.

He’s closer than you anticipated. He removed his hat at some point and his dark hair is ruffled like he hastily ran his fingers through it. That self-satisfied smirk you tell yourself you hate pulls at the side of his mouth and there’s warmth in his eyes as they trace the curve of your lips.

“Been tryin’ t’kiss ya for the past ten minutes,” he teases, his hand reaching out to playfully flick the pen in your hand. You release a breathy laugh as your heart flutters in your chest like a trapped bird.

“Oh, um…s-sorry,” is all you can manage, mouth curving in a weak smile. Your teeth worry your bottom lip when Bo slides closer to cradle your face in his palms.

“Looks like I finally get t’teach ya somethin’ huh?” he jokes, lips ghosting across yours.

You huff, “Oh shut up,” but there’s no real bite to your words. Bo chuckles affectionately and smoothes his thumbs over your hair.

His next words are soft, the vulnerability in them meant only for your ears. “You been real sweet, darlin’. Ain’t nobody taught me anythin’ like you.”

“Oh,” you breathe, moved by his admission. The gratitude in it warms you deep in your chest. Bo wrinkles his nose.

“Alright, enough a’ that. Turnin’ me into a fuckin’ sap.” Your next scoff and eye roll is cut off when he finally claims your mouth in a searing kiss.

Overhead, stars twinkle, your silent spectators.

[esamastation]

Part thirty-five of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four

-

Well, Sephiroth seems to be in a better mood than yesterday. Maybe he was just coming down from his… whatever it was that happened in the training room. Angeal still isn't entirely sure. Though the Turks had debriefed him and even showed him a video, it didn't make that much sense. Especially with the blood vomiting. Which Angeal still isn't entirely over, either.

But Sephiroth seems, while still not quite himself, at least cheered up. He'd relaxed in increments during their walk into the woods, and the change of environment - or most likely, leaving the camp and its staring occupants behind - made him a little less closed off.

"This place is so alive," Sephiroth comments, peering up at the leaf canopy above then. "The air is so fresh."

"Mmhmm," Angeal smiles. "A welcome change from Midgar, huh?"

From the way he's looking around them, carefully taking in everything, Sephiroth can't remember much of anything about Wutai either - it's all new to him. Seeing his fascination kind of makes Angeal want to see his take on Mideel. Or, hell, Gongaga. Sephiroth would be very entertained by the local wildlife there, going by his reactions now.

"What is this thing?" Sephiroth asks, holding up what looks like a fistful of long grass. It wiggles in his hold, little legs kicking at the air.

"Razor Weed - I think the locals call it Leg-Cutting Grass," Angeal says, leaning in to watch the spiky beast wiggling in Sephiroth's grip. "They're pretty common and can deflate truck tires."

Sephiroth turns the little monster this way and that while it makes angry noises at him. "I bet. It's it a plant or an animal?"

"Uh. I don't actually know?" Angeal offers and gives him a look. "Someone back at the camp might. All I know is that they're annoying to fight."

Sephiroth hums, considering the weed, testing the blades sticking out of its head. He seems to struggle with something before sighing. "I can't kill it, it's too cute." He sounds almost disappointed. 

"... It's just a monster?" Angeal says, giving him a weird look. "I've seen men almost lose their legs, stepping into these things."

"Sounds like their own fault," Sephiroth says and crouches down to let the angry weed go. "Off you go, little buddy."

The Razor Weed answers by trying to attack him with its grass blades, all but lunging at him. Sephiroth just snorts and flicks it into the forest with his finger. "Cute," he concludes.

Angeal scratches at the back of his head. Though low-level mobs aren't really that big of a deal, still… "We're supposed to be, ah, weeding the monster population here, you know. That includes Razor Weeds."

"It's just a little grass thing," Sephiroth says. "It barely reaches your knee!"

"They're a menace and can cast spells," Angeal points out. "Your usual Infantry troopers can barely -"

"They cast spells?" Sephiroth asks, fascinated, and stands up, looking around interestedly. "I want to see that! Let's go find another."

Oh, boy. Running a hand through his hair, Angeal hurries after him. Well, it's… a novel experience, seeing Sephiroth of all people so excited about something. And of course it would be monsters. Usually Sephiroth is more interested in fighting monsters rather than just observing them, though, but it's still a definite improvement to his mood from yesterday. Even if it's because of weeds.

That changes when they get surrounded by about half a dozen of the little monsters.

"Still cute?" Angeal asks, fending two of them off with the flat of the Buster Sword's blade.

Apparently, yes, going by the glow in Sephiroth's eyes. "Don't kill them yet, I want to see some spells!" The man - the maniac - says, using still sheathed Masamune to push the monsters back.

"You know, as much as I appreciate your scientific curiosity, these things can actually do some damage in bigger groups, you know!" Angeal calls to him.

"Yeah, yeah," Sephiroth answers, flippantly. "So what do we need to do to make them cast spells?"

One of the Razor Weeds answers for him - by casting a Magic Hammer on Sephiroth. Which, Angeal is pretty sure, Sephiroth just lets it happen! Thankfully it's not a physical attack - Magic Hammer hits you in the MP - though, looking at Sephiroth's reaction…

"Oh, you little Qi-stealing bastard," Sephiroth says, and that's that for the Razor Weeds.

"... Uh," Angeal says, while the Razor Weeds fall over, mowed down like so much grass, and Sephiroth stands over them looking very hurt and disappointed. Angeal clears his throat, trying to bite back a smile. "So. What did we learn?"

Sephiroth rubs at his stomach, and gives him a flat look. "Yeah, haha, rub it in," he mutters and then, "Oh, hey, they left the remains behind!"

"... Most things do when you kill them, yes," Angeal agrees and looks at him interestedly. "So, you remember Mako monsters?"

Sephiroth is crouching again, examining the dead Razor Weeds. "Mm?" 

"Monsters that converge around Mako concentrations," Angeal explains, hoisting Buster Sword back to his back. "You… don't remember?"

"Uh. I remember that some things just sort of… disperse instead of leaving anything physical?" Sephiroth asks, sounding rather hopeful. "Is that a thing, or…?"

"It's a thing - Mako monsters. They're attracted to Mako, they are common around reactors and natural Mako pools - so people call them Mako monsters," Angeal explains. "The slums under Midgar are full of them. They're kind of like more physical ghosts, I think."

"... Huh," Sephiroth hums, and pokes at the dead Razor Weeds. "So monsters around here…?"

"Mostly physical," Angeal agrees. "I think there are some natural Mako springs around here, so there might be Mako monsters too… but I haven't seen any personally."

"Hmmm," Sephiroth hums and stands up. "That is fascinating."

"It sure is," Angeal laughs, because it really isn't, not to him, but Sephiroth has always been a bit weird. "Shall we continue? There's many more monsters to see."

"Yes, let's."

"... And get hit by," Angeal adds and looks at Sephiroth. "Actually, are you going to let all of them get a hit in? Because if you are, I'd like to know ahead of time, just in case I need to have a Remedy in hand."

"I'm not going to let myself get hit again," Sephiroth says, primly. "I wouldn't have, if I realised what it was going to do."

"... Okay. Good." Angeal nods. "There are better ways to figure out your opponents' skillsets, anyway. Or you can just let them do their thing but get out of the way before it hits."

"Right, of course, that's something you can do," Sephiroth says, sheepish, and clears his throat. "I knew that."

Angeal gets a Remedy out, just in case.

-

SY, thinking FF7: ... Oh right, turn based combat isn't actually a thing.

[siriusleee]

Monster/Fairy tale au w simon

Perhaps he's like those kind if dragon who guards the treasure in abandoned castle or tower. but he can shift into human with horns/tails/wings etc ⚔️🐉

this is my last request for the au + characters. I've gotten a lot of ideas from this! Thank you guys!

He finds you outside, the crisp air enough to cut through your dressing gown, to chill you straight to your bones. You don’t look at him when he sits beside you, the raw warmth of him is enough to make you rethink your decision to come outside.

“Trouble sleeping?”

All the vitriol that had been in you earlier in the day is gone - replaced by a quiet exhaustion. The type of exhaustion that makes you compliant.

“It’s too quiet.” You pause, and Simon waits patiently for you to finish your thoughts. “I miss the sound of my sister breathing.”

“I can always make a pallet at the foot of your bed; you can listen to me snore.”

You don’t turn your face to look at him, but you do study him from the corner of your eye. He is entirely different than what you would have expected, what the rumors said about him. There was still a creeping fear that you would awake one day atop the fire, lashed to a spit for that evening's roast. But you know right now that he’s being entirely earnest. If you asked him to sleep at the foot of your bed like a dog, he’d do it. 

And that thought makes you nervous - you have never had someone show such loyal devotion to you before. It made something inside of you twist.

“I’m not sure I can listen to that sort of noise and get any sleep.”

Simon ‘humphs’ out a small laugh, shifting incrementally closer to you. The warmth of him - it must come from some sort of internal fire - washes heavier over you and you wonder if he can control it. There’s a weakening in your resolve not to shuffle closer to him, to bury your face where his mask meets his neck and let yourself melt away in his warmth.

Instead, you push yourself to your feet, the gold grass between your toes enough to move your thoughts away from Simon.

You study the section of his face not hidden by the black mask; in the moonlight, you can see just a hint of scales. And not for the first time you wonder how much of his face they cover. Do they travel lower? 

And then, without thinking, you hold your hand out to him. Simon stares at it for a few long seconds before reaching out and enveloping it in his own.

[frogs-in3-hills]

fanart for T33la’s lovely fic, Flipbook. please give it a read! it’s an achingly warm exploration of a much-needed conversation post-SAINW, and is filled to the brim with evocative prose and dialogue. ^_^

[Image ID: A two page digital comic with a painterly rendering style. The color scheme transitions from dark blues and purples at the top to a red orange color at the bottom.

Page one: The upper portion centers a far away planet earth with clouds swirling around it. The clouds expand and show sketches of different scenes from the story. The first scene in the top left is of Donny working at his cluttered desk with a thoughtful expression, chin resting on one hand and a pen in the other. He works on a small drawing attached to a pegbar. The second scene in the top right shows a paper airplane flying in front of a dark sky. The third scene shows Mikey reaching down between machinery and pipes to grab the flipbook with a curious and somewhat awed expression. The fourth scene shows Donny and Mikey lying on the floor and hugging tightly, both looking like they're crying. The fifth scene shows a memory from the future. Mikey stands with his shell to the camera, his severed arm barely visible, while Donny stands beside him, looking back with a mournful expression. Their figures are silhouetted against an electric sky. Below all of these scenes, earth moves incrementally closer until it fills the bottom of the page. A balloon flies above it, the string twisting along with the clouds.

Page two: The bright clouds from the previous page extend into this one, crawling down the sides. The top half shows the inside of a helicopter cockpit. Donny and Mikey are huddled together, their masks pulled down around their necks. Donny leans his head against Mikey's shoulder as Mikey thumbs through the flip book, both of them watching it quietly. Below this scene, a humanoid robot in a sketchy pen style stands from a bird's eye view. It looks like the robot has been cut out from a piece of paper and pasted into the scene. It reaches out to hold the balloon string. It's surrounded by patches of grass, sunflowers, and a few large trees that frame the edges of the page. The warm color palette relays a sense of peace. End ID.]

[critter-genfic-events]

Funny Gen Recs

This week, we have fourteen funny fics for folks! Pranks, fake marriages, and lots of unlikely pairings under the cut - and as always, don't forget to kudos or comment if you like them!

Working Late by percahlia (585,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Cassandra de Rolo & Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III

A sibling moment after an explosion in Percy's workshop.

Reccer says: Percy does his best 'cat who didn't quite make the jump but totally meant to do that' impression

What Goes Up by krakens (2311,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Grog Strongjaw & Pike Trickfoot

Pike suggests playing a prank on Vax. Grog suggests putting a cow in his room.

Reccer says: It's a silly little slice of life that reminds me of all of the silly little moments that happened amidst all of the drama of Campaign 1.

GOBSMACKED (Five Times Nott Gave the Shovel Talk) by Mikkeneko (4381,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Nott & Caleb Widogast

She had to be on the lookout for heart-thieves who would toy with her boy's affections and then break his heart and make him cry afterwards. Caleb wouldn't be looking out for himself because he was so very smart about so many things and so very dumb about feelings.

Reccer says: Amazing, pitch-perfect early Nott voice. I could imagine Sam doing this bit.

Wizard Immortality Clause by jakia (808,Teen) Warnings: Pairings: Caleb Widogast/Essek Thelyss

Caleb decides he's going to live just as long as Essek will. The Raven Queen objects, and sends Vax down to try and handle it

Reccer says: Caleb and Vax's interactions are pure gold

Slip Knot by AgentMint (4287,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Beauregard Lionett & Caleb Widogast

5 times Beau and Caleb pretended to be married and 1 time they absolutely didn’t (thank the gods)

Reccer says: Amazing sibling energy from the two of them

trust their steps to a dance that is lighter than air by grayintogreen (1085,General) Warnings: N/A Pairings: N/A

Ghostslayers have an ability called Aether Walk. Purple tieflings like to abuse it.

Reccer says: Short, cute, and exactly how each of the tieflings would abuse their power.

Dwendalian Book Club by SkipDelicious (1182,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

As is customary, Jester bequeaths the newest member of the Mighty Nein with her copy of Tusk Love

Reccer says: Amazing banter

the coyotes know her name by grayintogreen (2561,Teen) Warnings: N/A Pairings: N/A

Jester’s divine intervention attempt at the Vergessen Sanatorium works. Artagan comes up with something helpful.

Reccer says: A funny what-if that’s fun and in character.

ghost is a verb by mousecookie (3664,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Jourrael | The Inevitable End & The Crown Keepers, Jourrael | The Inevitable End & Opal (Critical Role)

In which the EXU crew are themselves, and Lolth's chosen assassin takes her first deeply reluctant steps towards becoming The Inevitable Friend

Reccer says: This is one of my comfort reads - one of my favorite things is the use of the pink font for Opal's messages

Rock and Roll Kitchen by Beauteousmajesty (892,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

Milo is summoned from their work for a meal prepared by Ashton and Fresh Cut Grass. Regretfully, Milo is fairly certain that neither of them can cook. It's free food though, so they're willing to try.

Reccer says: It feels very much like friends who know each other very well teasing each other

Bite Me by daretodhampir (stardustedknuckles) (885,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Fearne Calloway & Ashton Greymoore

Early on, Fearne has a couple of questions on Ashton's physicality.

Reccer says: Fearne is wonderfully weird on this, in a way that's incredibly endearing

Old Friends and Familar Faces by Fishpaste (2374,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Beauregard Lionett & Percy De Rolo

It had just been supposed to be another boring meeting of making the incremental progress at putting Trent Ikithon away forever. However, there is something far too familiar about Lord Percival de Rolo and Beau is determined to figure it out.

Reccer says: It starts off somewhat serious, and then takes an amazing left turn when they recognize each other. Perfect

Polymorph for Fun and Profit by MasterQwertster (4548,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

Short snippet stories of Bells Hells' (mis)adventures in using/abusing the Polymorph spell.

Reccer says: It's a very quick read since many of the chapters are super short and just a lot of silly shenanigans.

Nonagon Unbridled by fruitzbat (1230,General) Warnings: Spoilery re: the LitMoR series if you care about that! Pairings: Jester Lavorre & Lucien

Jester reads a fairy tale to Lucien, who has been confined by the Nein. Fanfic of a fanfic (Molly Lives AU: Life in the Margin of Redemption series by grayintogreen).

Reccer says: Funny side story that honestly doesn't require too much familiarity with LitMoR.

This is one of our weekly communally-generated gen rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. Please note that the summary and content notes are provided by the reccer, and may be different than what the author has provided. Please assume good intentions all around. <3

And hey, anyone includes you!

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[tsvwords]

It looks like a hive, the Moridame, a swarming insect-nest of white marble and neat-cut grass. 

It’s a reminder that I have to stay strong, and I have to pick my moments carefully - and there’s no time to feel guilty about the things I cannot change.

Because I have changed things. Incrementally, slowly, sometimes agonisingly slowly - which is the only way any change can truly last.

Progress is a kind of trick, above all, it’s a subtlety. Like a building in collapse, it needs to have already happened when you weren’t quite looking. It needs to become fact before it can be picked apart.

And there are biting, scuttling things in the subsiding walls of the Moridame that come with their own offices and personal assistants, and if I give them an opening, I’ll be devoured.

— Chapter 31: Its Gaze Shall Fall O’er Trembling Plains.

[thecglcatalog]

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The ultimate birthday treat fur your slave ...  the ideal space fur encouraging sibling play … or a party activity fur the whole play group.  Three cages, three feeding-time props, and materials for 8+ animal roles make this an interactive set to cherish.

Handsome wooden Floor Cage has four-foot-high sides and sturdy stay-in-place cup feet that lock to smooth floor surfaces with the press of a lever. Adaptable from a roomy rectangle of 9 feet by 12 feet … to a long, narrow “viewing gallery” of 3 feet by 18 feet … and increments in between, the Floor Cage has a smooth swing gate with a thumb latch and padlock rings.  Line the floor with the six Terrain Mats – three with prickly faux grass, one with a sandy surface, two with different sizes of lightweight plastic “rocks” adhered to their surface – to give your little animals a tactile place to romp.

The Aviary Cage, a handsome cabinet to assemble from a flat-pack, has sturdy wire mesh panels on three sides.  Tongue-in-groove sides mean it only takes four bolts to make this stand-up cage sturdy as can be!  Six feet tall with a 2’ x 3’ floor space, the Aviary Cage exhibits one or two slaves standing up so their charms are on display through the wire.  Eyebolts in the inner ceiling allow the suspension of “perches” or serve as tie points for slaves’ wrists or leashes.

Similar construction lends solidity to the Tank Cage, a long low box perfect for tabletop use!  Only two feet high, two feet wide, and five and a half feet long, it has an unbreakable clear plexiglass front and hinged lid with padlock loops.  Ask baby to role-play a lizard or a fish and prepare for delightfully funny attempts while slave struggles with limited movement.  An eyebolt at one end allows further confinement – try hooking ankle cuffs to it.

But what's a zoo without animals?  Populate your wild animal park with imaginary exhibits using the included Zoo Animal Wearables: eight Animal Ear Headbands, six Animal Tail Plugs, six Animal Print Diaper Covers, and a sturdy plastic cosmetic box that opens up into a Face and Body Paint Palette. Let slave experiment with different animal roles or assign them to their little friends.  Ears include panther, cheetah, tiger, zebra, giraffe, deer, monkey, and elephant.  Tails include panther, cheetah, tiger, zebra, deer, and monkey.  Diaper Covers are made from waterproof nylon, full-cut with snug elastic waist and leg holes, and they include cheetah, tiger, giraffe, deer, elephant, and alligator fur/skin patterns.  (Accommodate more party guests with more ears and tails, sold separately).

Be sure to furnish water for little animals – a urinal for adult guests – or both!  The sturdy Watering Trough is made of white plastic with molded-in zebra stripes in your choice of color.  At feeding time, eight stacking Food Bowls in matching plastic serve individual portions – while the Feeding Trough, a wide dish with metal cross-bars forming an “X” above it, has integrated clips to attach the collars of up to four slaves at once and keep them focused on their meal.  It’s great for birthday cake – and for keeping distractible babies focused on their meals.

Keep your zoo animal busy between feedings with six Enrichment Toys: a miniature black rubber tire chew toy, a pink rubber grunting pig chew toy, a white silicone bone with gag straps, a treat-release ball, a jingle ball, and a plush T-bone steak.

And to make sure that you don’t need to purchase any last-minute extras for your day at the zoo, we send this Deluxe Pack along with a complementary set of thoughtful Zookeeper Tools: two plastic pails, eight body-paint applicators, a box of latex gloves (color may vary), eight bullet vibrators, two rolls of bondage tape, and a plastic divider box of rubber-tipped safety pins, hairpins, and bowknot hair bands.  It’s our gift to you to enhance the value of this very special purchase!

At cleanup time, Terrain Mats hose clean; Watering Trough has a convenient side drain; and Tail Plugs and Diaper Covers are machine-washable.  Spot-clean other components.

Zoo Animal Wearables set and individual Cages may be ordered separately.

Specify one wood color for Cages: Oak or Satin Black.

Specify one plastic color for Watering Trough stripes, Food Bowls, Feeding Trough base, Palette box, and relevant Zookeeper Tools: Fire Truck Red, Princess Pink Sparkle, Yellow Confetti, Soft Green Speckle, Matte Black.

[frogspawned]

this is such incredibly poor reasoning. biden is actively alienating his own party, you know, the thing he needs to have behind him to win, the people who want him to win this fucked up binary of bad options, to appeal to people who absolutely will not vote for him. who cares if they are stirred up! they don't like him anyways! they were never going to be swayed to the left, particularly in the current extremely polarized political climate in the united states. you're alienating your base for ZERO return. why are mainstream democrats always pulling this same tired routine? it has NEVER worked! you're just cutting away your own support, like some idiot sawing at his own rope while dangling over a cliff, because some of the other guy's might slip loose (spoiler they won't).

if trump wants to be the most pro-israel president in history, why are you competing with him for it? let him fucking die on that hill. your actual voters, your staff, the whole fucking world world are all BEGGING you to get off the hill.

"my opponent wants to wear the shit crown, but gosh, his followers -- who hate me viscerally and will never support me under any circumstances -- won't like it if i don't fight for the shit crown. oh well! guess i better wear it first!"

i'm already holding my fucking nose knowing i'm going to have to vote for this joke, because the alternative is the the same but worse! at least i can try to shame biden, and pressure him! we've moved the needle incrementally, and the momentum is building. too slow, but it is. the us abstained for the last UN vote for ceasefire. which is not enough, laughably paltry by any stretch, but at least it's creeping in the right direction. trump's going to continue to fund israel's war machine gleefully, with no hold's barred, if not ramp it up. he will actively enjoy any protest as red meat for his followers. because then he can whinge and posture and puff himself up. biden has an emotional attachment to the idea of israel? who gives a shit joe! maybe one should care more about the reality than the idea, and the reality is undeniable at this point. it's standing stark and naked before the world.

the reality is the united states has poured BILLIONS into a genocide machine who openly celebrates ethnic cleansing. idf soldiers put up selfies and funny tiktoks, and loot the homes of the palestinians they've slaughtered for the crime of existing on land they want. idf snipers target aid workers and doctors and children. they block food and medicine. they blow up trucks of flour. this is not speculation -- even if someone doesn't believe what their own eyes can see, every day, of the horrors pouring out of palestine, then take israel's word for it. they're proud of what their doing. they celebrate it. they snipe old women and beat old men to death, use children as bait for ambulance drivers, tear down homes and temples and mosques and centuries old olive groves then post it for their friends and family to see. they actively corroborate their own war crimes on tiktok.

but because it's easy, because the us has always done it, because it makes money for contractors and makes evangelicals giddy about the apocalypse, we'll just continue to pour anti tank rounds into their hands, missiles, drones, whatever tools they need to """mow the grass"""" in gaza. the military industrial complex has the us in an inescapable chokehold, in every facet of our lives, and god forbid we stop throwing lives and money and blood down the endless money hole. they might stop bombing people if we stop sending them bombs! and then how will israel sell that prime beach front property?

and in a decade we'll wring our hands and coo about what a tragedy it was, how sad, how inevitable, and throw up a fucking memorial in some park so we'll never forget.

[turniipxx]

Retro Madness

My longest song yet! Mix of different (mostly) popular video game/other media tracks! Props to you if you recognize the 3rd one (you won't, this game only has ~10,000 people who play enough to know the music)

[feral-radfem]

hey, I'm kind of a crypto? Not really taking political actions, I just like confronting ideas and informations from many sides to forge my opinion. I lurk on your blog and others radfem blogs since sometimes and I've Never felt so desesperate about humanity. I see women being treated like shit, rights stripped away from us, and it feels revolting.

I don't feel like I Can just read all this and go one with my day anymore. I used to just like, spend ten minutes a day to inform myself, but now it just resonnates all day.

What could I do ? I already voice my opinion on various matters, but I'd prefer to do something useful. Any ideas ?

Being aware of the state of the world for women is definitely the hardest part of being a feminist, imo.

So yeah, I do have some advice: become an active member of your community.

Volunteer at food banks and DV shelters. Do community service or offer rides to women to the doctor or store. Learn about resources in your area and keep them on hand to give out when you see women are struggling. None of these actions require that you share your political opinions or have any special qualification. Any other small community based actions are good too. Like offer to cut elderly women's grass or help them clean their homes up (if there are no males that reside there)

Once you start helping the women in your area and start to see the little changes you can make in the women's lives around you, hope follows. The desperation tends to creep in when you see the suffering but none of the humanity. So be the humanity and kindness women need in the world. Just start small and make a habit of it, because if you are doing good actions for women you are elevated their burden and subverting any opportunity for males to take advantage of the women that need this assistance. Baby steps are still steps in the right direction. Like all things in politics, women's liberation will be an incremental fix too. It won't come all at once or from grand gestures alone.

The active participation on your part that helps women is enough. You don't have to try and fix the world all at once, just start in your town first. The rest will follow eventually because women are not ever going to just give up.

[blucifer08]

Clang. Clang. Clang.

Sharp sounds of metal upon metal piercing the eardrum as hammer slams down upon ingot and molds it into the shape Erasmia desires. There had perhaps been a time where this might have bothered her, irritated her, but this is no more.

Metal is the one thing Erasmia feels able to control. A little bit of aether produced enough heat to rend it to dough in her hands. She uses tools of her own design to refine and sharpen them. Once a blade is finished, it is only time to carve the designs inside.

Erasmia has her own special way of forging weapons. Others of her kind may use their aether to simply will a weapon into existence should they need it. These would work fine enough, for most people it is not hard to conjure a blade sharp enough to cut through muscle and skin.

But Erasmia's weapons are different.

It took years of practice. She'd created mountains of weapons, sitting and collecting dust as proof of her failures, only returned to the aether from which they came when she was simply out of room to hoard more. 

Erasmia has poor control of creation Magicks generally. If she were to create a blade from her mind directly, it would likely be a weak, misshapen sword. However, if she simply formed those metals required and knocked them into shape herself–the weapon would turn out fine. Over time she began to be able to create small things. Her ability to create is very closely linked with size. 

And to give her an edge, she began weaving crystals into the metal of her weaponry. Tiny, miniscule crystals holding her fiery red aether. This made the forging process incredibly slow. Create a crystal, hammer it into place, create raw metal, hammer it into place, all in tiny incremental parts.

This was, however, far from the end of the process. Once she has completed a blade in its entirety, Erasmia uses various picks and chiseling tools to engrave the blade with designs. The design would vary from weapon to weapon and often depended on her mood, but on display on her smithery now were three weapons.

An axe with a blade the size of two heads, engraved with sharp teeth at the top and bottom. Between the teeth she engraved a castle with spiraling towers reaching up towards a blank sky. To the right of the axe hangs a scythe. Along the blade rabbits hip through fields of flowers. They begin from the left-most side of the blade. As they progress towards the right, the rabbits become smaller. Weaker. Until the last rabbit is dead, collapsed amongst petals and grass.

The last weapon's design is unfinished. A pair of knives with large, curved blades. On the left blade is an eyeball belonging to some kind of beast, but with no detail, it is yet unclear.

She's abandoned those.

For now she hammers a sword. For what end, she is unsure. She only pauses when the smithery door opens, casting a bright light onto Erasmia's red eyes. 

"Hey. Someone's here to talk to us." A delicate voice speaks. After Erasmia's eyes adjust she recognizes the form of her sister. A tall woman with straight, well-kept hair. Erasmia shares the same shade of pitch black, but hers sprawls it in multiple directions in untameable chaos. Conversely, her sister Tari has managed to tame hers.

"Who?" Erasmia asks, setting her hammer down on a counter before herself.

"I think you should just come see for yourself. Not that I think you'll have much to say to her. Put back on your proper robes before returning to the main house." Tari turns on her heel and exits.

[sunnyuto]

Fun story about desire paths:

I sometimes have to make deliveries to our state's public health lab for work. At the delivery location, you have to walk all the way down the parking lot, up a slight incline, then all the way back along the side of the building to reach the loading dock where the entrance is. For a long time, there was a desire path across the grass closer to the loading dock end of the path because absolutely no one wanted to waste the time walking all the way down and all the way back when we've already wasted an hour to drive there in the first place.

The state saw this desire path and, instead of taking it as the indicator that it was and putting either stairs or a paved sidewalk there, they put a railing along the outside of the existing sidewalk to cut off the desire path and force people to use the sidewalk along the building, despite it being much faster and equally easy to use the spot where the desire path was.

And this doesn't even have anything to do with cars! Governments are just so ineffective in their functioning that they would rather make life incrementally harder for everyone than take the indicators that people leave to show what would actually help them. Some engineer probably got paid $100K to solve the problem of "how do we get people to stop walking across this four foot stretch of grass" with "block the path" instead of "pave the grass."

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