#im not even from the prairies im from prairie adjacent

[wrishwrosh]

reading two chapters of a willa cather novel and getting immediately bodied by homesickness. placed in an illegal chokehold by longing for the prairies

[broken-synchronicity]

BOUTTA CLEAR BEASTMEN AND THEOR GOOD NAMES YALL IVE BEEN SLANDERING THEM FOR FAR TOO LONG

So, as we've established, prey and predator beastmen had been allies and at odds—a dichotomous relationship considering this is essentially cannibalism (I swear I won't go into gruesome detail but it needs to be said) I'd say there was a point in history where there was many a bloodshed, wars, and even blood feuds bc history isn't always squeaky and clean when you consider murderous inclinations.

Beastmen of today aren't as viscous as their ancestors i swear, that doesn't mean they don't rock jaws for fun it just mean they're less inclined to eat your dead body.

Most of it anyway.

Listen—I'm not trying to make Beastmen out to be purely driven by blood thirst but there are some dangerous implications when you consider the bite force of a hyena, like Ruggie could easily bite your hand off depending on his mood.

Which makes Rook scarier when you consider the fact that he literally terrifies Leona, Ruggie, and every other Beastmen in NRC—

This isn't about them tho! This is about how Beastmen evolved, and even their culture! I swear!

Prey beastmen developed Predator traits. Hear me out—"Survival of the fittest" is a statement that has been massively chopped and screwed, the original meaning went something like "a species that can adapts/fits the environment" I'm telling you rn, being considered a Prey Beastmen in Prehistoric times up to the Age of Gods was not a good time.

Bird Beastmen are still going through it to this day. Like their numbers were so low by the 15th century there was a universal law that decreed any Bird Beastmen, small, big, prey, predator were to be protected—like there were efforts put into increasing the Bird Beastmen population it was so bad.

Lemme clarify—Prey Beastmen is an umbrella term— Hawk Beastmen will still be considered Prey compared to a Tiger Beastmen, or hierarchical environments like Afterglow Savannah where Lions are considered top dog even though there are other animals like Hyenas, Jackals, African Wilddogs and the like roaming around or Zebras known for kicking Lions so hard their jaw han—you catch my drift?

Now that that's established let's get on to how Prey Beastmen developed other traits—

I'd say that P Beastmen weren't exactly prey like, they still had that Merfolk blood pumping through them giving them an advantage against any hungry bozo. But when they began to develop other traits they saw advantageous— don't let Zebras fool you bruh, there's a reason they haven't been domesticated yet. Rabbit ears are actually top notch when one isn't hornee on main—

No, Harpies are not Bird Beastmen—they have Rotten Divinity meaning they aren't exactly compatible with the human adjacent genes Bird B's have—

Which in lays a problem—those Merfolk now Beastmen who chose more Preda genes started getting real reckless— P Beastmen are not weak by any means i hope you know, and there was a lot of animosity that came from the assumption that they were weak bc they chose traits that were needed for their environment— Buffalo B's and their cousins adapted to the wild plains, Prairie B's adapted to their instincts of burrowing into the ground.

Need to mention that there are an abundance of animals to choose from, like all the Beastmen im listing have their animal counterpart but there comes a problem—

Preda B's are voluntary carnivores is what I'm saying—they don't have to eat meat but it is ideal. So, yeah, they could've justified killing P Beastmen, even said so outright.

But naw. They basically called them weaker and that they were meant to be eaten.

You can see how well that goes.

P Beastmen pushback against these untrue claims, like they can and will kick Preda Beastmen any day of the week—like the cheek, the gall, the gumption of these clowns.

Its all fun and games until it turns winter, those who chose beasts who are not meant for cold come crawling bro, hands and knees.

This becomes a start of an on and off relationship—who said a Preda Beastmen and P Beastmen couldn't breed?

Baby yeahhh!! We getting hybrids! Go give us the lion-zebra baby we've always wanted—the possibility of these hybrids, tribrids (yeah, Originals who???) Are low, but never zero.

I mean, there are time when the two genes would cancel each other out or there would be a favoring in the gene pool, if a Rabbit Beastmen's genes were stronger than the Wolf's by luck you'd find that the baby has rabbit ears, tail, but the teeth and mannerisms suggested otherwise—this might seem dry, but its like a human breeding an Alien and the child looks human but somethings off about the way they act.

But if its one thing I like to give in these lil thesis' its audacity—the hybrid might renounce (read: eat their parent) from the inside during pregnancy, orrr they eat them when they're older—see, the thing is, fucking each other actually doesn't solve anything when biases are already formed.

Which is where the evolution comes into play—since people wanna fuck so bad but not have their demon spawn kill them they'll just have to evolve—Prey Beastmen began to assimilate more Predator genes into their system (you don't wanna know, its super weird bc P Beastmen have more merfolk in them still, their at the cusp of settling into their evolutions prime time to assimilate more favorable traits, no? Think Splice.)

The changes are small, but overtime as the former Merfolk finally settle into their own as Beastmen those traits start to shine thru babyyyy. The playing field was always at least somewhat level but now that P Beastmen got their upgrade baby Preda's couldn't fix their lips to say shit— so then Preda hierarchies were formed which kickstarts a whole bunch of new bull.

I mean Predators clamoring to see whose stronger—like that sigma, alpha, beta bullshit i think there was a new Greek letter being claimed but I'm too scared to know I've moved past that a/b/o chapter in my life okay, anything a/b/o related will rob me of the little innocence I need to convince God I should atleast have a slice of cake before I get cast into hell.

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Efforts to save bird type beastfolk because they had trouble adapting make so much sense

Also, also, some of what you said also work kinda into how I have that the beastfolk kids are actually damn terrified of Jubal since it doesn't matter that Hippos are a "Prey" animal, you don't fuck with Hippos

[faithambr]

Harvest of Friends (A Prairie AU)

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(Author’s Note: Enjoy reading!)

Within the next few weeks of both Anna and Kristoff living at the old shack, Kristoff had made some repairs to the barn and was soon preparing to build them a house big enough for their  future to start in. 

“Im thinking that maybe we should add some windows by the door,” Kristoff had mentioned one night while he was holding his wife dearly close to his heart, “so that maybe we could see the stars out at night.”

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna rolls her eyes, “you and I both know that the stars would only come out at night while we’re sleeping.”

“I know.”

“But I think that it would be nice to have a view of the moon in our new room, Kristoff.” Anna smirks at her husband.

“Anna,” her husband laughs, “didn’t you just say that we should be in bed, so that the moon and stars could come out?”

“Yes and,” his wife gives him a lingering kiss on the cheek, “maybe I would like to stay up and see the moon in the sky.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes,” Anna sighs as she adjusted herself in their bed, “now get some sleep. We both got a very busy day tomorrow.”

“Yes my feistypants.” her husband yawns, just before sleep had consumed the both of them. “Good night, Anna.”

“Good night, Kristoff.” Anna had shivered from the drafty walls, causing her husband to pull her instinctively close for warmth and comfort.

By the next morning, Anna had woken up to his side being completely empty and cold.

“Hmmm...” Anna yawns as she stretches her arms out in bed. “I wonder where he went.”

“Kristoff,” Anna had called out as she walked on out the door of their shack, “where are you?”

“Over here!” her husband had shouted out from the barn.

“Oh,” Anna gives him a curious glance, “what are you doing over there?”

“Well I’ve already told you that the roof was in need to be fixed.” he answers with the sweat from his brow.

“I see,” Anna nods while she walked towards the barn, “now when do you plan on getting our home started?”

“Possibly tomorrow,” her husband breathes, “or maybe even later this afternoon.”

“When do you think that you’ll be finished?” Anna asks while she placed a hand over her eyebrows.

“Well Almanzo said that he’ll help me,” Kristoff was grinning from ear to ear, “so I’m guessing by the end of next week.”

“Oh good.”

“Yes,” her husband nods in appreciation, “then I should be able to plant a crop right after.”

“Now Kristoff,” Anna gives him a warning look, “don’t you think that you may just be overworking yourself a little too soon?”

“Anna,” Kristoff gives her a long kiss, “I’m doing this for our future. I want our future to be here, that’s all.”

“I understand,” Anna looks down at the dirt, “but I’ll be worried about you.”

“Hey don’t worry about me.” Kristoff lifts her chin up. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.” Anna rolls her eyes just as a young family was riding on up in their wagon. “Oh look, the Wilders are here Kristoff.”

“Well they sure are.” her husband smiles as they were waving at the young family in their wagon.

That afternoon

“Mrs. Bjorgman,” a young brunette-haired little girl had approached Anna in the little shack, “can you tell us about Mr. Bjorgman?”

“Jenny.” another woman had chastised the little girl. “We don’t ask those questions. It’s a bit rude.”

“Oh Laura,” Anna rolls her eyes while she was sewing some patterns on a quilt, “it’s alright. Now Jenny when I first met Kristoff, he was nothing but a grumpy man.”

“Really?” Jenny’s eyes went wide as saucers as she was playing with Baby Rose.

“Yes,” Anna smiles fondly, “he was so stubborn and didn’t really like me. He didn’t even like being around people; he preferred to be alone.”

“Well now he’s not alone,” Laura gives her dear friend a knowing glance, “since he’s got you as his wife.”

“True.”

“Well that sounds like a fairytale ending.” Jenny states to the older women.

“How so Jenny?” Anna quirks an eyebrow.

“Well I don’t know,” Jenny shrugs her shoulders, “it just does.”

“Pardon me ladies,” a young man had entered into the shack, “but both me and Kristoff were able to get a strong foundation down for the new house.”

“Oh that’s wonderful Manly!” Laura claps her hands with excitement. “Doesn’t that sound wonderful, Anna?”

“Of course,” Anna adds just as she was finishing up with the last patch on her quilt, “that does sound wonderful.”

“Now Kristoff told me that my family and I should get going.” Almanzo states. “C’mon Laura and Jenny let’s go. Anna, we’ll be back here bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“Oh Uncle Almanzo,” Jenny calls out just before her and Baby Rose had walked on out the door, “I’ve got school in the morning.”

“How about this Jenny,” Laura begins to bargain with her niece, “instead of you going on out to the creek with your friends, you could meet us here at their place.”

“Sure.” Jenny beams with excitement, “See you tomorrow, Mrs. Bjorgman.”

“See you tomorrow, Jenny.” Anna waves at the little girl from her rocking chair.

“Well we best be going, Anna.” Laura smiles as she gives her friend a warm hug. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” Anna replies back, “oh and don’t forget about the fabric that you were going to lend to me.”

“I won’t.” Laura calls out just as her and her husband had reached their wagon. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye!” Anna waves at the young couple just before they were heading on out by wagon.

What a lovely family. Anna had thought as she walked on back into the little shack. I’m so glad that I got to see Laura and Jenny and even little Rose.

She was happy to have some friends just to keep her company, but what she’s even more excited about was her new home was being built.

“Well now I guess I should be getting a start on supper.” Anna sighs as she made her way into the small makeshift kitchen. “I wonder what we should be having for tonight?”

“Anything sounds good for now.” a voice had echoed throughout the small shack.

“Oh so how about some vegetable stew and some bread?” Anna had suggested as she began to cut up some of the vegetables on the table next to their fireplace.

“Well that sounds good to me, Anna.” her husband answers with delight while he was washing himself off outside with the barrel full of water.

“Oh it will, Kristoff.” Anna rolls her eyes as she placed the cut up vegetables in the pot over the fireplace.

“Anna,” Kristoff began as he stepped right on into their home, “as much as I would love to sit down and eat...”

“You would prefer to stand up and work on the new house.” Anna finishes for her husband.

“Ah yes.” her husband let’s out with a sigh of relief.

“Well,” Anna states as she places her hands at her hips, “I understand that you would like to work on our house.”

“Yes.”

“But you’re not going to finish that house on an empty stomach.” Anna states as a matter-of-factly to her husband.

“But Anna.”

“But nothing,” Anna folds her arms against her chest, “now I want you to sit down with me for supper and then you can resume your work on our house.”

“Alright.” her husband sighs in defeat.

“Now go on and work on our house,” Anna began shooing her husband away, “and I’ll call you when supper’s ready.”

“Yes feistypants.” Kristoff nods in agreement as he walked on out the door.

“Thank you.” Anna smiles with such accomplishment in her voice as she continued on making her rounds in the kitchen.

Later on that evening

It was almost midnight, by the time Kristoff had crawled under the covers of their bed.

“Kristoff,” his wife had whispered, “is that you?”

“Yes.” he answers as she turned around to face him in the dark.

“What time is it?”

“It’s almost midnight.” Kristoff gives her a quick kiss on the lips.

“Oh,” she mouthes as they held each other close, “but that’s really late, honey.”

“I know.”

“And eventually, you’ll wear yourself out, Kristoff.”

“I know Anna. I just want to have our house to be ready, real soon.”

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna whispers just before she had fallen back asleep, “you sound like Laura’s father, from when she was a little girl.”

“Oh?”

“Like how her father was all about getting their house doen in record time.” Anna continues. “She told me that her father wanted to have the family all moved in before winter had settled in.”

“Oh.”

“Kristoff,” Anna murmurs in her sleep, “can you promise me one thing?”

“Sure, Anna.”

“Promise me that you’ll take it easy once everything else has been taken care of.” Anna sighs.

“I promise Anna.” her husband smiles just before they both had fallen asleep.

Over the next few days, Kristoff was working really hard at building their future home. From laying down the foundation with sod and wood, to both him and Almanzo building the structure sturdy and sound. He knew that he wanted to finish the house within the next few days, yet he didn’t expect himself to be so bone-tired at night. At least I’ll be able to get the houes finished. he thought as him and Almanzo were fixing up the exterior roof. Then maybe we could start a family afterwards.

“Thinking about something, Kristoff?” Almanzo had asked as he was laying down some wooden shingles.

“Ah yeah,” he answers with a bit of embarassment, “just thinking.”

“About?”

“Raising a family.” Kristoff blushes making his close friend smile.

“Well that sounds like a good thought.” Almanzo grins at Kristoff.

“Yeah.” Kristoff coughs as they continued on working on the roof. “We better get this roof taken care of. I’ve promised Anna that we’d be done by mid-afternoon.”

“Alright sounds good.” his friend had agreed. 

While the men folk were busy tending to the roof of the new home, the women folk were busy unpacking some items that were going to be in the new place.

“So Anna,” Laura gives her friend a warm smile as she pulled out an old quilt from the chest in the adjacent room, “where did you get this? It looks so beautiful.”

“My ma made it just before I was born.” Anna answers while she was polishing up some of the silverware that was in a small case.

“Oh,” Laura sighs as she places the quilt back into the chest, “well it looks very beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Laura states as she fixes up her long brown skirt a bit. “Your parents sure must be proud of you and your husband for coming out here.”

“Well I guess so.” Anna nods in agreement as she was readjusting her apron over her baby blue dress. “I know that Elsa would also be very proud of us, too.”

“I bet.” her frined was grinning from ear to ear. “Aren’t you excited to be moving into your home, hopefully by the end of the day, today?”

“Oh yes very much so.” Anna answers with such excitement in her eyes. “Both Kristoff and Almanzo have been working very hard on the house.”

“Oh yes.” Laura sighs in relief as they both saw their husbands walk on back to the little shack. “Hmm, I wonder what they’re doing right now?”

“I don’t know,” Anna shrugs her shouldrs just as her husband approached her with a smile on his face, “beats me. Oh hello, Kristoff.”

“Hello,” her husband smiles proudly at her, “how are you doing today?”

“Wonderful.” Anna beams with pride. “Now is the house ready?”

“Yes,” he answers making her pull him in for a celebratory kiss, “the house is finished.”

“Well congratulations,” Laura had stated to her close friend, “now shall we get a move on with getting into your new home?”

“Oh yes,” Anna smiles brightly at Laura while her husband was holding her close to his chest, “let’s do that. I want to be in our new home before nightfall.”

“Well that sure does sound like a plan now doesn’t it?” Almanzo had stated while he was standing right at the doorway.

“Of course.” Anna answers with such adoration in her eyes.

“Well what are we waiting for?” Laura laughs cheerfully as she walked on out the door with a basket full of fabric. “Let’s go.”

“Alright Beth,” Almanzo smirks while him and Kristoff were grabbing the chest near the doorway, “thanks Kristoff.”

“No thank you,” Anna answers for her husband just as they all had walked on out the door, “for helping us out.”

“Oh you’re welcome.” Almanzo had huffed out while him and Kristoff were carring the chest towards the new house.

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna cries out with happy tears as she took a long look at the place where they’ll be calling home, “the house, it’s so beautiful.”

And indeed the house was the most beautiful thing that Anna has ever seen. From the beautiful stone chimney rising up along the side of the house to the little patch of flowers surrounding the front entrance. She had smiled at the thought of both her and her husband spending the rest of their live there, doing what they would love to do. From raising crops in the fields to raising a family in their home filled with nothing but love and happiness. Welcom home, Anna. she thought as she followed her husband and their friends to the new home. Welcome home.

“Now what are going to do about Mr. Edwards’ place?” a sweet voice had snapped Anna back into reality.

“Well Mr. Edwards had mentioned that the shack should be torn down for once.” Kristoff states while they all were standing at the entryway. “Besides we can worry about that later, right now let’s get everything into our new house.”

“Yes,” his wife was smiling fondly, “let’s get a move on.”

“Hold on.” Kristoff had chuckled just as he picked up Anna in his arms.

“Kristoff,” Anna shrieks out in laughter as her husband was about to carry her inside, “what on Earth are you doing?”

“Well isn’t it tradition?” Kristoff quirks an eyebrow just as he was about to carry her over their new threshold.

“What for?” Anna asks with a loving look on her freckled face.

“For a man to carry his new bride into their new home?” Kristoff answers while he carried his new bride into their new home.

“Oh Kristoff,” his wife blushes while everyone else had piled on into the new house, “this place is so lovely.”

“Well this place, Anna,” Kristoff huffs as he let’s Anna on out of his arms, “is our new home.”

“Of course,” Anna smiles warmly up at her new husband, “our new home.”

“Well I don’t know about you two.” Laura had interrupted the young couple, “but I think that this house needs to be furnished if you two are planning to live in it.”

“You’re right LAura,” Kristoff smirks at his wife’s dear friend, “let’s get this house all furnished up, before we settle in.”

“Alright.” Anna beams with pride, knowing that they both were going to spend the rest of their lives in Walnut Grove.

Later on that evening aft the Wilders had left the farm, both Anna and Kristoff were sitting out on a stump admiring the sky up above.

“Kristoff,” Anna whispers in her love’s ear, “the sky’s awake!”

“So it is.” he smiles warmly at her. “So are you glad to be home?”

“Yes.” Anna answers.

And indeed they both were so glad to be home.