#in a typically FEMALE driven toy line

[misskitkatmadness]

Very controversial opinion on Monster High -

If Mattel wanted to be progressive (like their baseline trying to be) they could have, I don't know, a male lead for a girls doll line? And yknow who would be a perfect candidate for the whole 'Monster/Human rivalry' their desperately trying to push with the current story line (and with Clawdeen who was already technically part human and didn't need to be stated)

Jackson Jekyll and Holt Hyde. They are already established characters and also are actually 'half human / half monster' and also could touch on the issue of identity of one's self, acceptance and family.

I would totally go for a doll line that has a male lead (not to mention they were both supposed to be the main characters in the live action film but got scrapped for Komos).

[binniesthighs]

call me babydoll | reader x chan

a/n: cuties!! hehe we’re finally getting...a couple things in this chapter that i’ve been wanting to share sooo bad! i added question marks to some of the tags to make it more of a surprise! i love hearing what ya thought of it! hehe <3 

Five 

Pairing: self insert, (?) x female reader x bang chan 

Genre: action, mystery and suspense, fluff, smut and angst 

Tags: (of this part) bodyguard au, secret agent au, royal au, moderndayprince!chan, secretagent!reader, secretagent!jeongin, secretagent!jisung, collegestudent!seungmin, royal!minho, informantandclubowner!changbin (loll thats so long), (?)!felix, skz side characters, adventure and mystery, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, sexual tension, explicit language, mentions of alcoholic drinks and getting drunk, hehe bit of smut/suggestive content (tags omitted for surprise--nothing crazy to tag tho hehe), maknae line are my sons in this fic, binnie in this fic can fkn take me lol 

CWs: sizable shoot out in public club with several people involved, presumed that people die because of this event, lots blood and other wounds such as gunshot wounds, mentions of drugs (both recreational and hard drugs) mentions of weapons such as knives and guns--the whole scene is violent 

Word count: 8.5k 

Parts 

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE 

“Five years later and I’m still tying your ties, F. Some things never change.” 

Jeongin cracks a smile, simple and cute, much like the man himself even when he has a handgun glued to his hand. 

“It’s still a harder task than some of the stuff that they have us doing. Not gonna lie.” 

You smooth down your partner’s lapels where he’s pinned a small pin of the ticking clock. While others would wear crests, the insignia that bonds you to the younger man is this this small instrument. He’s quiet while he watches you fiddle with his silk blue tie that compliments his snow white hair perfectly. 

“Are you nervous for tonight?” 

Your partner upkeeps his stoic façade the best he can, but tonight there’s something different about him. His silent answer speaks louder than he could ever admit. On the queen sized bed, Seungmin kicks his perfectly shined shoes while flipping through the channels of the TV with a staticky sounding click. Jeongin lightly brushes his hand over the diamond dangling earrings that twinkle as they are supposed to from your ears--likely they’re crystals, not the more expensive jewel. 

“I’m not nervous,” He finally sighs, but there’s a bit of a crack to his voice. “I trust you. And Two. I’m trying to focus on that.” 

“It’ll be fine.” You assure, “White Rabbit must have his own security that would be at his beck and call. If anyone shoots at us, they’re shooting at him. We’re not alone.” 

The young agent nods, then gives a little slap to the college student on the bed. “Get up. We’re leaving. Remember what I showed you?” 

Jeongin draws from the bedside a small handgun. It’s more decorative than protective, but still fires bullets that could save his life. 

“Keep it in your breast pocket. Make sure that no one sees it. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” 

Seungmin’s eyes widen as he feels its weight in his hand. “Got it. I hope I don’t have to use it.” 

“Me too,” You give the youngster a soothing smile. “And remember, don’t tell anyone your name. When you’re in there, your name is S. Better yet, it’s best not to interact with anyone.” 

He nods, then slides it into the thin fabric of his coat. The young man looks considerably more dapper with The Agency’s clothes: a deep purple velvet two piece with silver cufflinks decorated with white roses--another symbol that you’ve grown familiar with. 

The prince saunters up to the bedroom with a slick tap at the opened door. He oozes with regality; not like you expected any less. The royal has dressed himself magnificently without the aid of his help once more: a pure black silk suit with a smart pressed white button up that’s spotless with not one crinkle. The while shirt itself is adorned with two thin silver chains which stretch across his lower torso. At the neck where the shirt meets its last button, there’s a floral brooch: one more more white rose for good measure. 

“Wow!!” Seungmin respectfully bows. “Your Highness, you look--” 

“--I didn’t fuck up the hair, did I?” 

Chan grins as he brings his fingers through his newly colored hair; its much lighter than his dark locks had been before: now a shade of tawny brown. The change to his appearance had come at the request of the palace who suggested that he try to conceal his identity even further as to not arouse suspicion. 

“Handsome as ever, your Highness.” You sneer out the compliment. 

Since the previous night had turned sour, seeing eye to eye with the prince had become harder to do. It was a wild confliction of feelings when you thought more and more of it. With every glance that he would throw in your direction, along with way that he had stared at you all through breakfast, you couldn’t meet him. You felt as if you had borne a wound for him to see, for him to poke at--the secret kind that was best kept to yourself--and he had dug his finger in; he had laughed. 

The prince tilted his head, and you met his eyes for the first time since then. There was a softness about him when you knew that he was inspecting you. You knew you must’ve been overthinking it--and that was what made it so dangerous. 

“Looking stunning as always, Bee. I knew that you would wear that dress well.” 

You let the words, “Thank you,” leave your tongue before toying with the small handbag provided to you. As always, your thigh holster held steady under your dress. 

Four clicks at the suite door sounded, startling nearly everyone in the room, revealing everyone’s nerves which they had denied. 

“That’ll be Lee Minho.” Chan announced. 

Two answered the door in his own costuming. The two men bowed upon meeting, a usual meeting between strangers. The agent lead him to the room, and the royal buttoned his own suit properly. 

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’m Lee--” 

“--Minho.” Jeongin dryly cut, “We know who you are.” 

Luckily, you and your partner shared the same apprehension. 

“I’m Fox. You’ve met Bee. The young kid is S, he’s a new agent. The quiet one that let you in is Two.” 

Minho bowed politely with a slight blush. “You weren’t kidding when you said that you were well protected, Your Highness.” 

Chan chuckled in response then clapped the other royal by the back. 

“You look amazing,” Minho said to the prince who shooed him away with a humble hand. 

“You as well.” 

Chan sized up the royal who indeed looked like one. His suit was a simplier charcoal grey with pinstripes with a white undershirt that ruffled at the collar. Not typical of the royals that you knew, he also wore dangling silver earrings that would have never passed the royal standard for professionalism. However, it made sense considering that he had been of a lower rank. 

“Now that we’ve got the formalities out of the way, shall we head out?” Chan put a very obvious hand to the lower back of Lee Minho while checking with the rest of the group. “It’s best not to keep him waiting?” 

Your partner nodded and ushered the group out while giving his body one more pat down to ensure that all concealed weapons were in place. Two checked the assortment of knives tucked discreetly into his own jacket. The man had some kind of wicked and unidentifiable grin while he felt the metal against his fingers. You exited at the rear, feeling a hand tug at your arm. 

“--Bee, I’m sorry about what happened...I’m...I hope that you can understand my motivations as to why I said what I did, it didn’t seem like the right time--” 

“--There will never be a right time.” You tore your arm free. “Your Highness, what happened...that was a mistake on my part. I acted out of line. There will never be a right time because...I’m your guard, and you’re my prince. Do you understand?” 

“But Bee--” 

“--End of discussion,” The words burned in your throat seeing the way that he had looked at you just then, and it was clear that he definitely didn’t understand. 

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You had heard that the White Rabbit had been a prideful man--this was now an indisputable fact once you pulled up to the roaring nightclub set into one of the busiest streets on the avenue in Cairo. Everything about the place was showy and bright and outrageous. It was a miracle that the man hadn’t been caught considering that his home base was as obvious as it was. The entire front of the night club shone with the brilliance of a million stars in a hundred different colors. A giant marquee held the signage with the title of the place, “The Tea Party” coupled with the image of the white rabbit himself--the one from the old movie--a stout little thing with his pocket watch swinging from his paw. His neck was wrapped up in a white ruff, and he wore a frock pattered in red hearts. 

A line stretched from the front entrance for as far as you could see, and clubbers swung their bodies in tune to the muffled sound of the EDM music thumping from inside and throwing cigarette butts to the sidewalk. 

“Do we just walk in?” Seungmin hurriedly asked with nervous hands wrapped around his body. 

“We’re expected, so, yes.” You snaked your arm through Jeongin’s to look even less conspicuous. “Just relax,” You commanded the group lowly. 

From the corner of your eye, you saw the prince slug his arm around Lee Minho who appeared to shrink under the other man’s broad shoulders. 

Two large bouncers stood at the entrance with muscles swelling under their shirts stained pink in areas which you assumed to have been white at some point. 

“Names?” One of them grunted rather than spoke. 

From his pocket, your partner took out his very own pocket watch that had been hidden with the rest of your supplies upon arrival to Cairo. On the opposite side of the watch was engraved the two symbols intertwined: the white rabbit and the the white rose. The two men inspected it, nodded, and opened the door for your small entourage. As soon as you entered the booming central room, you could see Seungmin’s shoulders drop as he relaxed. 

“There should be someone meeting us!” Jeongin yelled over the sound of the white noise leading to the bass drop. Hundreds of clubbers danced with the music, throwing their glasses to the air and howling like animals. You wouldn’t have been surprised if at least half of them had been strung out on the very drugs that the man himself had helped peddle. 

The young agent pulled you closer to him as stumbling bodies passed. 

“They could be here. We have to be on our guard.” 

“Let me watch the prince.” 

Jeongin nodded, letting you recede to the back of the group where Two had tailed. His eye wound hadn’t healed nearly enough, so he opted to wear the sunglasses once more. It was likely that word had spread about the four of you escaped twice--his eye was evidence. From behind the group, you watched the way the the prince’s hand fell down hold Lee Minho by the hip, and the way that his fingers dug in there slightly. As much as you had denied it, seeing them close brought back the very covetous thoughts you tried to keep at bay. 

A slender woman with gorgeous tanned skin pushed her way through the crowd and set her eyes on the white head of your partner. Her dress was even thinner than yours, but she wore it as if it was her second skin. The luxurious red color contrasted perfectly with her dark hair and eyes. 

“Are you Fox?” She asked with a thick accent, and cascaded her hand down the young man’s arm. 

“Y-yes. I am.”

“Bun asked me to bring you to him. I know the way.” 

She let her hand fall into Jeongin’s who whipped his head back to you with dry lips that he wetted immediately. You had expected to have been retrieved by someone a bit stockier than this woman. 

“He’s trying to get our guard down.” Two said suddenly as he reached into his pocket to thumb over his stockpile of metal there. “Don’t you think?” 

The woman took your group near to the corner of the room where bodies didn’t linger for long, but were drawn in the mosh pit in the center. Tables lined these edges which were fashioned into booths with red velvet curtains for privacy to do much more sinister things. The room smelled heavily of pure alcohol spilled by drunk hands and of synthetic fabrics made of cheap plastics. A dozen different fragrances mingled into one dizzying mess: each a scent so different and chemical that it was toxic. 

She walked with a swing to her hips, all the way to a booth that was a bit larger than the others--you could only assume that this must’ve been his booth. The woman gestured for you all to enter before drawing the curtain. At the center of the table, the rabbit’s symbol had been burned into the wood. She wore some kind of thin diamond bracelet which she hovered over the image, causing a winding staircase to pop from the carpeted floor down to a hidden chamber. 

“Take the stairs, and it you’ll see it once you get down there.” 

Your partner have her a curt nod in thanks, then lead the group further down. A soft green and red glow emanated from the space below, also humming with a concealed type of music different from that which was played in the club. From here, it nearly sounded like jazz. 

The corridor under the club was bleak and grey with cement, but wooden crates lined it with stamps on the sides in numerous different languages. Your brain could only fathom where the contents had been before they ended up in this basement. It must have been millions of dollars just sitting undisturbed with enough firepower to blow up the whole building and more. 

“Guns. Military grade and a little more improper,” Minho sighed out. “He must have every model in existence here.” 

“Do you think that he has like...missiles?” Seungmin reached for his small handgun. 

“Ease up S.” You tried to contain your own creeping fear, “Those would be too big to keep down here.” 

“Who says that this is his whole stockpile?” Two deadpanned as he cleaned his glasses. 

At the end of the hall, one more bulky guard stood expressionless with a small sized machine gun ready in his hands. He opened the door without saying much else, letting loose the red and green lights you had seen before, and with it, the putrid smell of expensive drink and marijuana. 

The smaller room was only lit by strobes with multicolored gels, and it was dense with the smoke of many number of drugs and vices. There was a small bar with a bartender with bagged eyes and a swath of women in cocktail dresses and men with ties tugged nearly all the way off their necks with lipstick marks pressed into them. 

A single disco ball spun above their heads, spreading shiny squares all across the room. Even more guards waited in the same uniform, but these ones looked more expensive--likely his own personal detail wearing gaudy chains and wrist watches inlaid with diamonds and crested in real gold. 

“My friends! You were able to make it!” 

The man of the hour spread his legs wide on his leather couch set upon a lion’s coat rug, complete with a head and marble eyes and all. At his sides were two more women more unique than the rest: both of them was breathtakingly gorgeous, one of them jeweled like a queen with a thick gold choker that resembled that which old Egyptian royalty would. Her head was smoothed with no hair at all, but instead intricate and beautiful tattoos decorated her like some kind of otherworldly being. The other woman had a cat-like face with two differently colored eyes; one hazel green and the other icy blue contrasting with her fiery orange hair. 

“Carroll told me that you had a bit of trouble before you got here. I’m glad to see that you were able to get here in one piece. It only seems like things are getting more and more...risky these days. Even for people like us.” 

“We’re not “people like you,” Rabbit.” You pushed to the font of the group. 

The club owner himself was dressed in a purely white fur coat which you presumed to be made of real fur. Considering the material, it must’ve been made from the fur of snow foxes--an interesting choice considering your partner’s persona. The smaller man with a thick and muscled form took off his yellow tinted sunglasses to tuck them into his wildly printed shirt that had tiny buttons doing the work of keeping his chest covered. 

“Babydoll! It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’ve heard all about you. Your reputation precedes you.” He took a rather greedy bite to his lip whilst looking you up and down. The white dress must have been doing it’s job well. 

“Babydoll?” Chan asked with furrowed brows. “What is--who is--?” 

“As does your reputation, Rabbit. I wouldn’t have expected less.” 

The proud man snorted, “I hope this doesn’t mean that you’ve got any...preconceived notions about my lifestyle. Our dear friend Carroll doesn’t seem to.” 

“Of course not.” 

“And you...you must be the Prince of Bulgeun! His Royal Highness Prince Chan of the Crown!” The White Rabbit spread out his arms wide in welcome. “I don’t often get royalty in my club--lots of celebrities and the like.” He leaned over to one of his guards, speaking in Egyptian Arabic and asking for drinks for the group. 

“Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” Chan bowed deep. 

“So respectful!” The White Rabbit chuckled, “You can all call me Bun. We’re all friends here. And you...who might you be?” Bun pointed a finger at Minho who stepped forward. 

“Baron Lee Minho, of Bulgeun as well.” 

“Ah! And a Baron too! How did I get so lucky to have such honorable company?” Cat-face ticked her long nails against the club owner’s hand slung around her. 

“You know what we’re here for, Rabbit. There’s no need for theatrics.” Jeongin huffed his words out with a confident breath. 

“You’re the one that they call Fox? Rumor has it that you and Carroll have a rather...special...connection?” 

The bartender arrived with drinks, each of them looking expensive with flecks of gold leaf floating on the surface of the clear liquid. Seungmin shot an apprehensive glare once the glasses were left on a small side table. As had been discussed previously, none of your group had picked up a glass. 

The woman with beautiful tattoos stretched a hand down one of the White Rabbit’s thighs, reaching dangerously high between them; just enough to make you flinch from the forward action. 

“Baby, I see that you’re playing a dangerous game towing this Price around, so of course I’m willing to help a friend of my friend. You’re lucky that I’ve got just the intel that you need. Some people just don’t know how to shut their mouths, especially when the get a taste of what I’m selling.” 

“Oh? And what have you been hearing?” 

You eyed a leather chair across from him seeing an opportunity. 

“Your Highness.” You motioned for Chan to sit in the chair next to yours, swinging your legs crossed to peek from the thin white silk in full view for the Rabbit to see. After, you dipped your chin into your palm, just for the purpose of letting the front of your dress fall slightly. The prince remained quiet while taking his seat and spreading his legs out strongly. 

“If it’s compensation that you need Rabbit, the Crown is also willing to make offers for added...persuasion.” 

Chan crossed his fingers in his lap leaning forward. His words were slick and domineering--kingly even. 

“Is that so?” The White Rabbit tugged at his lip with his teeth, “I wasn’t aware.” 

“Double what The Agency is offering. If I like what you say.” 

The club owner scoffed with a grin, “Oh, you’ll like what I say.” Cat-face lifted his drink to his lips, then wiped off the excess off with her finger. Both of the body guards appeared to tense before he spoke and tried to be inconspicuous while they reached for their decorated pieces resting in their waistbands. 

“Hell, I’ll even tell you what they call themselves.” 

In your impatience, you leaned forward, “Who are they?” 

“They’re called The Spades. Some kind of new crime syndicate that’s been fucking up my business and making bargains with my customers. Of course, as you know...I work in a very lucrative business.” 

“Naturally.” 

“They’ve been stockpiling shit like crazy: all kinds of weapons, any kind that you can think of outside of fucking nukes. They’ve even tapped into drugs as well to make extra on the side. I don’t know what it is that they’re doing that makes them so appealing, but suddenly I’m missing out on millions because of those fuckers. They’ve got someone masterminding it all too--some crazed bastard. I’ve been trying to find him ever since they popped up.” He resumed his grasp on both of his women who cuddled into him. 

“Mastermind? The one who’s running the whole operation? You know him?” Both you and your partner locked eyes quick enough for the other man to not take notice. 

“No, one of his cronies. He runs the business. He’s illusive and fucking insane. Someone whispered once that he’s psychotic or something like that. You think that I’m bad...” 

“Who?? Who is he? Where can we find him?” 

“Slow your role there doll, I’m just getting to the good part.” The Rabbit nodded for another sip of his drink. “He’s got several names depending on who you’re talking to. Fucking funnily enough, I’ve heard that he goes by “Hatter,” or more commonly “Joker.” He deals in anything: arms, drugs, sex...and he works for The King.” 

“The King?” Chan butted in with the mention of a royal name. 

“Not your silly little king, prince. The King. The one who runs it all. He tells The Spades what to do. They’re everywhere, taking over every sector in every nation. They’re trying to dismantle it all--every political system, monarchy, presidency...everything. It looks like they’re starting with you, prince. The Spades preach about chaos. Every man for himself...but it’s a lie. Why the hell else would they be stockpiling? They’re trying to take it all over.” 

Seungmin gulped audibly as he sunk to the back of the group. 

“When there’s no more control the ones with the most resources always end up on top.” The young student whispered. 

“This King, do you know who he is?” Jeongin spoke over Seungmin to detract attention from him. 

“Nope.” The White Rabbit swung his legs up on the small coffee table with alligator leather shoes. “I’ve been a little focused on taking down the Joker at the moment, for your information.” 

“What’s your intel on him then? He must know how to get to The King.” Minho pushed to the front of the group right to Chan’s side. “We’re not satisfied with your information yet.” 

The Baron’s sudden demand surprised you: he had been timid before--so you had thought. 

The club owner looked to Chan, keeper of his “persuasion” who nodded to prompt him for more. 

“He’s on some island off Greece. Private. Tight security, the kind that could shoot you out of the sky.” 

“Impressive.” You tutted, feigning confidence once more. “What more do you know?” 

The woman with the bangled necklace whispered something in his ear once peeking at a small old-model cellphone in her hand, brushing her lips over his earlobe. Over the sound system, the jazz music turned sultry, and both women moved to join the other intoxicated clubbers in the back to sway around brass poles. 

“There’s the freckled bastard. He’s the grunt--and the one that’s been chasing you I think. Real nuisance isn’t he? He’s the Knave. Had a few run ins with him myself.” 

You thought back to the gas station and the black SUVs. Between all the shards of glass, it had been hard to make anyone out, but you had figured that he had must’ve been one of the men throwing their bodies out of the windows to shoot. 

The Rabbit chuckled out with some kind of hand signal to his guards. “Knowing him, he could be right outside my door for that matter.” 

Jeongin’s eyes flew open, sending you “the look.” Your time was running out. Judging by the way that you hadn’t noticed that the Rabbit’s women had cleared out the other clubbers from the room, they must’ve known something that you didn’t. The club owner stood up with a languid stretch and cracked his knuckles. 

“We probably don’t have much more time before they come in here guns blazing. Best protect your prince, hm?” 

“Rabbit! You must know something about The King?!” You crossed the room to grab at his frim and fuzzy arm. 

He slyly smiled, amused by your grip, “Like I said doll, no one knows much about him. Your Baron has got it right. Start with the Joker. But...” His grin cracked even wider, “Good luck.” 

Seungmin tugged at Two’s dress coat as the two bulky bodyguards took The Rabbit by the arms to escort him. 

“What's going on??” The young man’s voice cracked with urgency. 

“Ready that gun of yours.” Two said lowly with gritted teeth. 

He strode across the room with his fur coat lazily swaying, then raised the golden rings on his fingers to the air as he exited. He threw his yellow tinted glasses back on, before turning back to your stunned group. 

“I estimate that you’ve got...three minutes? --Oh! And one more thing!” 

The white fabric of your dress swept to the side, revealing your thigh holster which you grabbed at quickly. 

“What?!” 

“Every King’s got his Queen? Does he not?” 

The enigmatic club owner slipped into the shadows of his private room, leaving your group with the sound of clambering feet on the floor above, followed by muffled gunshots. 

“They’re here?” Seungmin readied his small handgun as he was told and looked to the ceiling where the lights flickered from the commotion. “They found us?” 

Two twirled two knives in his hands with a silvery glint. Both of the blades were a bit on the shorter side, but you were certain that he knew how to use them. “They’re always following us.” 

“We need to get out of here.” Lee Minho drew out his own gun concealed by his suit. It was custom with a pearl handle. You had seconds to make out the insignia, but you could make out the shape of what looked like a red rose. “The place must be crawling with them. We need to find the exit.” 

Your partner nodded while taking his own gun. “Stay close, Your Highness. Follow me.”

“Bee?” The prince called your name with a worried cross between his brows. “Give me a gun. Hand-to-hand is nothing against these guys. I’ll stay close. I promise.” 

While he held your eyes earnestly, the way that his chest heaved up and down told you something much different. 

“You can handle it?”

“I can.” 

Jeongin passed him a Glock from the holster strapped behind his shoulders. 

You made your way back through halls lit by hissing fluorescent lights with a white burn to them. The crates of weaponry stretched on and on, adding to your unease knowing what could happen if a bullet were to be fired in this hallway. Thick rats skittered in the dank edges of the hall and weaved between boxes labeled in Spanish. 

“Drugs.” Minho gripped his gun tighter. “From the looks of it, cocaine.” 

Above your heads, a giant boom resounded and dust with drywall fell from the lights that flickered harder. 

“Its a fucking maze down here.” Jeongin tapped at his watch in an attempt to find a schematic of the place. 

The college student wetted his lips. “At least we’re not up there with them.” 

“At least the lead worked out. We know more about these...Spades than we did before. It’s a start.” You tailed the back of the group with careful footsteps and the click of your heels against the cement flooring. 

Another resounding boom echoed followed by the shrill screams of clubbers above. It sounded hellish--you could hear the raw fear in their voices. The music thudded on, likely abandoned by someone running for their life. The Prince’s knuckles turned white holding onto his piece of metal near the front of the group. 

“F, you know the way up?” 

“I-I think. We should be approaching some stairs soon, but there’s nottelling who will be on the other side.” 

Two tore off his sunglasses and shoved them into his breast pocket. “We’ll be damn lucky if they haven’t found the hotel yet. If not, we’ve got to run.” 

“My laptop??” Seungmin whimpered. 

“That damn Chromebook? Don’t worry about it, your life is more important.” Jeongin scoffed. “The Agency can set you up with something even better.” 

“I can’t believe that at a time like this all I can think about is my stupid computer.” The young man shook the thought out of his head. 

“Stairs up ahead.” Jeongin pointed. “Get ready.” 

“Chan?” You pulled at the prince’s trim to his coat. 

“I’m fine Bee. Honestly. I trust you.” He attempted a smile. The same smile, that damned charming one that couldn’t get out of your head. 

Minho looked back to the prince too with worry, it had been the most sincere motion that you had seen him do as of yet. He reached out to squeeze the royal’s shoulder with a soft smile. 

“Don’t go dying on us Your Highness. Think about what that would mean for the kingdom?” He chuckled. 

“I’ll try my best,” The prince returned the gesture. 

Jeongin reached for the metal door handle to the teal green door cracking with paint. The sound of machine guns had grown even louder, followed by the sound of the shells hitting the wooden dance floor. The air was thin where it crept under the door and carried with it the horrid smell of smoking guns and spilled alcohol. 

“Two, Bee, form rank around the group, I’ll lead.” 

Two nodded, popping gum into his mouth and blowing large electric blue bubble. “Can do.” Both of his hands tightened around his blades.  

“One...Two...Three!” 

Time slowed the second that the door opened, and your ears rang with the deathly silence. Bodies to the left and right of you became a blur and they fell to the floor in the silence with their limbs twitching until they didn’t move at all. White collars turned red, as did the white tablecloths of the standing tables. The strobes pranced around the room in a multicolored shower that was as blinding and stained your eyes. 

The men in black suits and leather gloves scattered around the room with their red crests glinting. They shouted commands at eachother, but to you, all you could see was the way that their lips curved and cracked. In front of you, your partner leads with a hand gesture that you had memorized from training, and all of your focus was drawn the the back of the group. The trigger of your gun was cold on your finger: you pulled and pulled not even pausing to feel the way that it fought back against your wrist. The men were sprinting with their own guns tight in their hands, but each of them fell before they could get close. 

Two’s mouth was in a flat line as he threw tiny blades from his hands to the chests of men running across the balconies and hiding from behind tables. He appeared to have an infinite amount in his coat and saved the longer and more lethal ones for close connections, subsequently dipping his own fingers in red. 

The young college student trudged on in the center of the group with his head tucked firmly between his two shoulders. Clear streams of tears fell down his eyes, but he wiped at them furiously between each shot that he took with his small handgun. Next to him, the two royals kept their own heads low aiming shots around them to backup you and your partners. 

Their footsteps came echoing behind you, and you walked backwards, taking aim with one eye squinted, while barking out commands from your mouth that you barely even understood. Your heartbeat bumped in your chest nearly in tune with the thudding 808′s of the music that reverberated in your ears. Each of the Spades moved as if they were shadows over the bodies of the fallen, leaping and jumping, nearly floating over dining tables and sweeping off the glassware and silverware with them as they did so. 

“BEE, I’M ALMOST OUT!” Jeongin screamed to you nearly before reaching the front revolving doors. 

Two tossed another magazine in the young agent’s direction, then threw another dagger with startling accuracy. 

For seconds at a time you could see how Minho’s eyes had narrowed with his aim, and he too met every target exactly where he wanted. You figured that the royal must have trained himself well to have that kind of precision. The way that he appeared perfectly calm was startling: his dark eyes squinted and he turned his body swiftly with little effort. 

“Fuck--I’M OUT OF ROUNDS!” The prince bellowed before ducking under Minho’s arm which immediately swung over him. 

You closed in closer to the group, using your body as a shield for the prince’s back. 

Your partner cast aside fallen chairs and tables in his wake, as one of the thugs charged at him. In response, he threw his gun into his waistband, opting to slung the man with a hurried uppercut that sent him spitting blood to the floor before falling, “We’re almost there! Keep pushing!!” 

“SHIT!!!” Seungmin groaned out before dropping his small gun to the ground, he trembled with his leg dragging behind him, then soon his pants soaked with a dark stain to his slacks. 

“BEE LOOK OUT!!” A voice screamed, seconds before you could register it.

Your head whipped back to the chaos of the club, seeing the “freckled bastard” himself point his decorated riffle at you point blank with a wicked grin on his face. He looked purely evil. There was something about the way that his ears poked, or how his eyes upturned that made him look devilish when his pearly white teeth peeked once he took his shot. He had ashy blonde hair that had strung with sweat over his forehead, and blood wetted the tip of his dress shoes. He cocked his head to the side, as he did too with his gun before the deafening shot cracked through the room. 

You were shocked trying to memorize his face, and frozen in your fear from the barrel of the gun facing you right between the eyes. 

An excruciatingly tight grasp at your arm pulled you to the side before you could react, throwing you to the hardwood floors before whoever it was pulled themselves in front of the bullet. Your vision was rocked when you hit the floor, missing the glass revolving door by centimeters. 

“Y/N!” Your partner screamed, waking you from your haze as the room started to piece back together. “You good?!” 

Another hand grabbed you to your feet before shoving you through the door, lightly slinging your arm around his shoulder before taking your gun from your trembling hand to take a few more shots. You realized it was Two this close, and tiny flecks of red splattered at his neck. 

“Fuck--give me that--” You grabbed the gun from his hand to fire every bullet that was left at the freckled bastard until you couldn’t any more, and the cool of the evening stung at your heaving lungs once your group reached the sidewalk. 

Outside of the venue, clubbers scrambled and ran the streets still shrieking in their fear and tripping over their heeled shoes. 

“Chan?? Chan--where-where’s the prince??” The words spilled from your lips in your pure adrenaline. 

Right behind you only a couple paces away, the prince stood pale with Seungmin holding between them a groaning and gasping Minho who barely held on to the two men. A bullet wound soaked his black suit jacket, and the red crept up to his white frilled collar.” The wound made a hole right in his shoulder with a visible circle. 

Jeongin sprinted to the back of the group looking disheveled himself with sleeves hastily pulled up to his elbows. “Shit--shit!!” 

“S-move aside. MOVE!” You commanded the whimpering young man who gave you Minho’s other arm. You wrapped around his wasit and dragged the heavy weight of the man who had just saved your life. 

The prince dryly smacked his lips then scanned the street for more of the Spades in his daze. 

“Y-you okay?” The words dried up your tongue. 

“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine, are you?” His energy had been drained of him, and his knuckles were also cracked, likely from having to throw punches that you haven’t even seen him take. 

Gunshots echoed further down the street followed by the screeching of wheels and more panicked yells. The chirps of cop cars pulled up to the scene and their husky demands rounded up the escapees in rapid-fire Arabic. 

Jeongin sprinted back with his white hair bouncing to a taxi nearest an intersection. He threw the door open apologizing profusely the best he could before pulling the driver out of the driver’s seat and to the cement. He cursed out loudly in response to which Jeongin tossed out some bills haphazardly to his chest. 

“Get in, GET IN!” He called to your group while tapping on the metal side of the vehicle. 

Both you and the pricne guided the injured royal in to the backseat between you. 

“Minho--Minho, hold on--” Your nervous hands held his pale face in your palms. 

The tear of your dress filled the small compartment, prompting the prince to snatch his hand into the other man’s firmly. 

“Minho--you fucking dumb asshole--you had to go and he the hero didn’t you?” Chan smiled hopefully. 

“Ar-are you alright?” He coughed, “Your Highness?” 

“Shut up.” Chan ruffled his hair with another adoring smile. “It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.” 

Although it was silk, you used every inch of your dress tear to tie around the baron’s shoulder tightly in an attempt to add pressure to the open wound. 

“Bee--” Minho started with a lazy glare. 

“--Keep talking Minho, look at me. You’re gonna feel sleepy, stay awake. You did great, thank you so much for doing that to me. Thank you.” You grabbed his opposite hand firmly. “I can’t thank you enough.” 

Lee Minho laughed. “Don’t mention it. And--if you wanted me to keep talking...I wanted to tell you that you’re really stunning Bee. How you handled all th-that. I was really impressed.” 

“Hm, I was impressed too.” In his own way, like this, bloodied and a bit delirious, Lee Minho really was as handsome as he let on. 

The taxi car whipped around another corner with wind whipping in the windows and each of your masses jostled in the car as if bumped over the curb. The hotel wasn’t that far from The Tea Party, and you knew that any moment you would reach it, but each second stretched longer and longer. 

“Fox?! We’re not there?” 

“Fuck--Bee, the whole city is crawling with cops, everywhere I turn, they’re on the hunt, The Spades are everywhere I can’t make it back--no doubt they’re already there...” 

In the front seat, Seungmin clung to Two as if his life depended on it as his whole body shook and Two tore his own jacket sleeve to close off the young man’s wound on his leg. 

“Wha-what are we going to do?? S-shit!! Ouch!!!” The young student gritted his teeth in his pain while his leg shook terribly. He sobbed, “It hurts, really, really bad!!” 

“I planned for this.” Jeongin’s eyes flicked in the review mirror to you in the back. “I asked Carroll to set up for us a secondary place if something went down and we couldn’t make it to the hotel. I figured...if anything happened or if they found us--” 

“--Get us there, fucking drive Fox, Minho needs first aid, right fucking now, he’s bleeding too fucking much.” 

“I know, I know!!” 

“How far is it?!” 

“Not far, I promise, twenty minutes--tops.” 

“Make it ten!!!” 

Jeongin floored it, running lights and becoming a stream under the skyscrapers of Cairo. From the small skylight of the taxi, thin clouds streaked in the evening sky and mixed with the glow of the city. Far, far, above your head, you prayed for the first time in years that you could make it in time. 

Seungmin sobbed with puffy eyes from the front seat and writhed, “Hurry! Hurry!” He begged. 

Minho’s head lulled in the backseat as he bled though the white silk binding him. His head bounced back and forth from you to the prince with glossy marbles for eyes that blinked slowly. The prince rested his hand on the baron’s thigh and rubbed calming little circles into it. 

“Minho, you did so well. Look at me.” Chan coaxed, causing the other to smile adorably grim. 

Minho twitched before rolling his head over to the prince. “Your Highness, i-if I may be so bold...I-I’ve got...I’m crush on you.” He finished his sentence with a wrinkled smile. 

You scoffed out with a laugh while making knowing eye contact with the prince who laughed out lightly too. 

“He sounds like someone I know.” You winked at the royal. 

The taxi made one final turn to an alley filled with potholes that jostled each wheel of the car. 

“This is it! Right here!” The young agent whipped into a one car garage hidden into the alley. The darkness of the garage filled the car, and snuffed out all of the light from the street, and even muffled the faint sirens of police as they whizzed past. The night was still full of gunshots, but at least now they sounded far enough away to be safe. 

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The safe house was a modest two floored apartment outfitted with the normal security system of The Agency: window locks and cameras in every corner of every room. As expected, each of the rooms was covered in a fine layer of dust, and the old smell hung with flecks of the material stuck on lampshades and wafting in the light. 

Work had been delegated between you and your partners, with the two other men helping treat Seungmin in the second bedroom out of three while you and the prince aided Minho.  

The windows were left open to let in some fresh air, also letting in the faint sounds of the city which still surged with life even late into the night. Still, the smell of the desert came floating into the room with a welcome sense of tranquility. 

The royal lay on the bed with cracked pale lips while you set to work dabbing at his wound gently with gauze, cleaning the area around the bullet wound. Fearful to cause more bleeding, the bullet would stay where it was for a few moments more for another layer of wrapping. The prince remained quiet, passing you materials as needed with hands stained pink from the other man’s blood. 

“How are you feeling?” Chan quietly asked. 

“Hurts like a bitch,” Minho smiled, “You ever been shot before?” 

The prince shook his head. 

“Well, I hope that you never are. Feels like your whole body gets stirred up from the impact and then there’s the sting.” 

Carefully you pulled back the remains of the baron’s shirt while lifting him slightly off the bed. As you swept the fabric from behind him, you noticed the thin red line tracing around his shoulder bade which you figured to be blood at first. 

“What...what’s this?” 

“Oh,” Minho shied, “It’s a tattoo.” 

“You’ve got a tattoo? For a royal?” Chan slicked back Minho’s sweaty locks. “You really are full of surprises.” 

Gently you laid the baron back down to lay with his new wrappings. “What is it?”

He paused, wetting his lips quickly before he spoke. “It’s a red rose. It’s a bit large--I know--not typical for royals. Don’t worry, you’re the only royal that knows that I have it.” 

“Why a red rose?”

 Below you, Minho looked relaxed and calm, beautiful even like this bare-chested under the single lamp-light of the bedroom. 

“Well...you know the significance of symbols and insignias. We’ve all got our own.” He grinned out while playing with the prince’s free hand. 

“I’ve got my white rose, Bee’s got her clock: seems like we’ve all got our own thing.” Chan agreed, watching the way that his fingers interlocked with the other man’s. 

In the opposite bedroom, Seungmin cried out sharply to the tune of Jeongin chuckling out, “I’ve got you, you fucker!” The clink of metal fell into the little bowl they used: the bullet was out of the poor boy. 

You sighed knowing that the damage caused to your group could’ve been much worse, yet you had made a skillful escape. Still, the thought of the bodies littering the floor...the silence that rang in your ears from the pace of it all and how the energy of survival started to wear off...it was truly gruesome. 

“Minho--really, I appreciate you taking a hit for me like that. No one has ever done something like that for me...and you barely know me...” 

The baron smiled, taking your hand in his too. “Like I said, it’s fine. Had I not, you wouldn’t have been able to help us out of there...even if you were dragging my ass for the tail end of it.” 

The breeze flew in with the dusty curtains; just cold enough to make you shiver in your thin dress. 

The prince looked to the both of you, “What happens now?” 

Chan himself was a proper mess: he no longer looked like the perfect vision of regality from the earlier evening. He looked like a man, a regular man, scared, unsure, and confused. His knuckles were cracked...and you had promised that you had never wanted to see him harmed again. 

The prince’s eyes softened, softer than they had been, soft like they had been the evening before when you had broken. 

“We survive. The best we can. We recuperate for a couple days, and ask Carroll what the next steps are. I’d guess it would be Greece then.” 

Minho leaned up with a little grunt to face you. “I’m coming with. I can help. I can be valuable if you need another set of hands on a gun.” 

“I think you mean hand. Your arm is gonna be out of commission for a little while.” 

He smirked, “Still...” 

The sweeping red outline of rose peeked to his shoulder, and you wondered how far it really spread. 

“Bee, I don’t think that I’ve thanked you.” Chan let the words fill earnestly, throwing that same damned smile at you. 

“Chan...you don’t have to thank me. You’re my prince.” 

The royal nodded with a contented little grin that tugged a dimple on the side of his face. You found both men looking at you as such, as if they were waiting, or anticipating the unsaid as you were. 

Somehow, the room turned silent once more: a void quiet enough to hear your heart beating in your ears. 

You bridged the gap, pulling Chan close to you as you pressed your lips against his, using your stained hand to pull his lapel into your body while he melted perfectly into you as he had done before. His mouth tasted slightly like the salt of blood, but that was of no matter to how sweet he was when he gently let himself unfold for you, gasping lightly against you. Chan’s hand reached to your arm to caress the goosebumped skin down, giving you another reason to shiver. You found your own hand tie into his light brown locks and pull deeply at the roots with depths of curiosity and want. Your tongue gently explored his lower lip before teasing right into his mouth which was even warmer than you had imagined it being. 

Your other hand found the torso of Minho: bare and quivering under the touch of your fingertips which traced each muscle there. He let out a drawn out sigh, then drew his own hand down the curve of your body to your hip, finally working it back up over your belly to your breasts thinly protected by the dress. He sat up higher and brought his lips to the fabric, kissing right into your belly with the warmth of his mouth. He paused, giving you moments to crave that same feeling on your lips and prompting you to bow down and indulge yourself in the taste of his mouth too. 

Chan’s hungry hands came tip-toeing over your back as he watched, and slipped one finger under your thin dress strap to pull it down and press kisses to your shoulder. With his other hand, he let it fall down Minho’s back: over the red rose, right to his thigh which he squeezed at firmly: right between the heat of his legs. 

Minho was different from Chan: rougher with his advances, but still addictive in how he would test the corners of your mouth with each kiss more courageous than the last. He ruffled up your torn dress, then let the silk fill up his hands before pulling it in ways to meet your skin with his. Slowly, Chan did the same, edging a hand up to your ass from the frayed bottom of the once-gorgeous dress. 

The bed was just big enough for two, but with this new interlocking of limbs as close as possible, you melded into one. Both you and Chan crept over the man between you, painting the blank canvas of his chest with seething hot lips and biting at the flesh of his skin lightly. Minho’s back arched from the beautiful sensation, causing him to giggle in his euphoria. 

In the middle, you found Chan once more, and held him close, as close as you had wanted for longer than you had admitted. 

“Oh Bee...” He moans into your mouth while releasing all of his glee onto your tongue. 

“Chan, I’m not scared anymore. I don’t even care.” 

The prince shuddered at the thought, and held you back just as tight finding the corners of your dress to pull over your head. 

“Oh my god,” Minho adores you, then reaches out to pull you to his chest. 

This mysterious man, melts for you too, whimpering perfectly between your lips.  Your legs find their way around his thigh to grind at lightly. There's an innocence to his eyes, much like that of the prince: its a kind of blind adoration that you know all too well. His dedication to Chan, and his gesture to you: the thick bandages around his arm: you find your apprehension slipping to nothing. 

Your fingers loop around the white lace of your panties as you kneel above both men, and you swipe your thumb over both of their glistening and trembling lips. 

“Well boys, how about I’ll make both of you mine tonight?” 

~🌹~

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[magica-witch-project]

Hello! I completely understand why you have both asks and messaging closed and don’t worry, this isn’t a magica question! Well, not specifically a request for my own, but if this does cross the line, you are completely free to delete this! First off, you all write amazing descriptions for the magica and witches!!! They are so vivid and amazing to visualize!!! I followed and put on notifications specifically because it is so exciting to see new posts and soon be able to send my own in time!!! So, somewhat connected to that and the magica question I had, is there specific things that help you in creating them? Like, do you have generators you use for the posts or is there a sort of prompt list thing set up? If possible, I would reccomend making a help post so that others could have help making their own magica, which could also help lighten your load! No matter what you do with my submission, thank you for the inspiration and joy I feel from finding this blog!

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Thank you so much for your kind words!! I’m really happy you’re enjoying our work here. So, this is kind of a hard question to answer, but I’ll do my best. 

To start, there is no generator or anything behind the scenes that you guys don’t see- just the prompts themselves and myself (or mod Kyoko) at the keyboard. I can’t really say how exactly they go about their writing process, but I would imagine it’s probably pretty similar to mine! Everything I write for these prompts pretty much comes from my head- I generally read the prompt over a few times and then let my mind take me wherever it wants to go! There are a few exceptions to this though, so I’ll give you those pointers here. Just know that creating a Magica is such a personal process that everyone’s interpretation of a wish is going to be different! 

Colors- usually these are just whatever comes to mind for me first, though they do occasionally have meaning (particularly in witch forms). These are the easiest intentional choices to notice- gold for riches, black for darker themes, white for purity, blue for serenity or altruism, etc. Sometimes though colors are picked more for their thematic appeal or just because they feel right. 

Weapons/abilities- Another “whatever comes to mind UNLESS” kind of category. Often times a weapon or ability will jump out at me for an individual- you see a lot of swords because I have a lot of graceful or knightly magica, though the type of sword is always deliberate. But my biggest advice there is to not get caught up on typical weapons! I don’t do them very often (only when I really think it fits the prompt) but I will occasionally use a really fantastical weapon in a prompt, like the pill bombs or a shovel. The best advice I can give here is to go with what feels right and don’t be afraid to get a little wild! Abilities work the same way- they should generally complement the weapon chosen as well as the thematic elements of the magia you’re creating. A gentle, dreamy magia may float, while an aggressive one is super fast, and a darker one may pass through the shadows particularly well. Definitely feel free to get creative with these too, because they really can be just about anything. Just be careful not to go too powerful- the nature of magia is that they will inevitably fall, and you want that to feel as organic as possible! 

Soul gem placement- this is ALWAYS intentional (except in the few prompts where I forget to write it in…)! This I do based on where I think the wish came from in terms of its motivation. Logical wishes come from the head, compassionate ones come from the chest, self-driven ones come from the belly, and action-driven wishes come from the hands! There are of course exceptions that lead me to put them in other places (strength can be shoulder, and escape can be ankles, etc) but most of them fall into one of those categories! The shape is usually thematic or vibe-based by the way. Dreamy ons are moons, love ones are hearts, and so on. Just pick what feels right to you! (noticing a theme yet?)

Witch names- Another one that ALWAYS has meaning. I’ve joked here before about the number of diaper ads I get because of this blog, but I mean it when I say that baby name pages are your best friend! If you look them up, every name I use has a meaning that is relevant to the magia or witch’s nature. Names are the easiest way to inject meaning, so don’t miss out on the opportunity! If you want to stay really canon-compliant, stick to German names! I usually try to at least stay European, but I’ve written so many at this point that I’d start repeating certain names if I didn’t branch out a little. 

Witch natures- like names, they’re always relevant to the wish in question, or particularly, how I turned them on their heads. By the way, the best way to go about making your character fall is to directly create a consequence of their wish (a theme you will notice in most prompts). Barring that, make it a downfall of your character’s personality if turning a wish against them is impossible or just crosses a line (I had a trans girl wish to have been born female once and turning that on her would have been incredibly cruel). If you’re really stuck, have them overexert themself in battle and fall that way. Anyways, the nature will usually have to do with the wish or how they fell into despair, like one who was betrayed by a friend might have a witch whose nature was suspicious or hesitant. 

Witch labyrinths and minions- My best advice here is to just go ham! Take the themes you established with the magia and dial it up to an 11. This is also a prime opportunity to use color symbolism or even look up classic symbols for certain things to incorporate. I use a TON of floral symbolism in mine, especially in older prompts, and usually if any animals are present it’s also intentional. Now is also the time to introduce references to the magia’s backstory and personality. If their hobby was art, work that in somehow! Did they have a love of fairy tales? Throw in a reference to a classic story! Did your magia feel like they were robbed of their childhood? Discarded plushies and toys are a cool way to make reference to them. Even how dark/bright or dingy/clean the labyrinth appears can represent something! Just write what feels correct and don’t be afraid to get super in depth with it. 

The Witch- Basically the same process as above. Think of the themes, and represent them how you want! From there, really try to picture how the witch would move and how it would attack. From there you can decide how it is best to fight the witch! A plant based witch may have quick, thorny tendrils whereas a technology witch may be bright and disorientating. I also recommend basing how powerful the witch is based on the magia themself. A really powerful wish might make an intimidating witch, whereas a timid or passive magia may become a relatively harmless witch. Two-stage witches are also cool but definitely call for a the right kind of prompt. Usually I only make that kind of witch when a prompt deals with themes of rage, deception, or a sense of underestimation. Witches are really complex, so make sure to spend a good amount of time thinking them through! 

Wow, that was… a lot more than I planned to write! So yeah, everything about my process 100% came from my own brain and years of experience doing this kind of thing! As such, every person who writes is going to create something that is truly their own, which I think is half the fun of it, really. I sincerely hope this helps and was what you were looking for! I can’t wait to create even more magia and wishes for you all to enjoy. Much love!

-Mod Mami ✏️  

[wemblingfool]

With Beast Wars triumphant return, as well as Cheetor and Skybyte appearing in Cyberverse, and Barricade finally getting pulled out of the bayverse, it's really wonderful to see the G1 deathgrip finally beginning to loosen.

But there are still a ton of characters and designs who deserve to be rescued from obscurity. (Mine is by no means a complete list)

Beast Era- There was just so many, that if I don't limit myself, this list will be nothing but BW. Avoiding Beast Wars US show characters because they get 90% of the attention.

Razorbeast: Was just an empty toy-only character until Furman got ahold of him and did his typical magic to obscure toy only characters. Razorbeast was the best thing from IDW's terrible BW comic.

Botanica: The first (and only serious) plant TF. She would be amazing to see expanded.

Jetstorm: Like a bad gameshow host, Jetstorm was a joy to watch in Beast Machines. He also had a brilliant design that never got justice.

Hydra: From Beast Wars Neo, Hydra was a really lonely Predacon.

Killer Punch: Also from BW Neo, he was a conspiracy theorist on the level of The Question, or The Lone Gunmen. Imagine him sitting in his mother's basement (if Destrons/Predacons had mothers), blogging on the internet about how the original Megatron was secretly an autobot double agent.

Robots in Disguise- Everyone, honestly. Y'all really need to stop the RiD hate train. But here are the stand outs (for me)

Scourge: Is much more interesting a character than anything that's been done with "Nemesis Prime," since.

Gigatron: I go with Gigatron because IMO, he was much more interesting than his US Megatron version. Six modes and driven insane to the point of each mode having a unique personality.

The Predacon Trio: Darkscream, Slapper, and Gasskunk. Skybyte makes the occasional appearance recently. He needs his troops, who were fun enough on their own.

The Autobot Brothers: Sideburn, Prowl, and X-Brawn.

TAI: The best computer the autobots have. In any continuity.

Unicron Trilogy- The biggest continuity outside of the extended G1 continuity. As usual, too many to list.

Thunderblast: Not the most interesting toy, but she was a fun character

Shortround: Dude was a toy collector. He's one of us. He deserved to be brought back.

Brushguard: A decepticon botanist who loves old b-movies. What's not to love?

Ransack & Crumplezone: One of the most iconic duos in all TF

Landmine: We need more grumpy old robots, beyond Ironhide and Kup. Also, autobot construction vehicles are very rare.

Vector Prime: Amazing given how important he was/is, at how little he's been used since. The "multiversal singularity" thing was hands down one of the dumbest narrative moves, but that's no fault of Vector Prime's.

Override: She was an interesting design, and deserves to have more done with her.

Bayverse-

Blackout: neat design and a fairly blank character

Ransack: He's a friggin' biplane!

Sideswipe: same

"Daytrader": A Steve Buscemi transformer. Another Swindle-type character. He deserves to be rescued!

Crosshairs: Fairly big personality, which is rare for a bayverse TF, and an interesting design. I'd take him before G1 Crosshairs.

Animated- Just turn TF into animated for a few more years and I'll be happy. But, in terms of moving characters forward

Prowl: What's not to love? Peaceful nature loving ninja.

Bulkhead: A clumsy, sweet gentle giant with the soul of an artist. Everyone thinks he's an idiot, but he's the best spacebridge technician on Cybertron.

Sentinel Prime: Never been a more fun Sentinel, and never will be!

Lugnut: He just kinda got dumped.

Blitzwing: Would kill to see a future Blitzwing take after him instead of the dull as dirt G1 Blitzwing

Aligned- To be honest, i hate this trainwreck as much as I do Bayverse. But there are still concepts and characters worth salvaging

Knock Out: Dude was a blast. One of the only enjoyable things in TFP.

Soundwave: The only interesting Soundwave out there, imo.

Strongarm: She deserves moving forward

NuRiD Decepticons: Unique and fun designs, all of them! Would love to see Steeljaw and Bisk again!

Bumblebee- It is small. And it is broken. But it is still good... Yeah. Still good.

Shatter & Dropkick: Very much afraid these two will be quickly forgotten about and abandoned.

Cyberverse- it did a lot of new things with old characters. But it did bring some new and unique characters to the table.

Clobber: Sorta stole TFA Lugnut's design while being an amazing new character. She's something we've never seen before- a female big muscleheaded idiot brute. Female TFs are now becoming common enough that we're starting to get variety.

Wild Wheel: Nothing about him wasn't amazing. The show was cancelled before he even appeared, though.

Thunderhowl: Like Wild Wheel, didn't show up until Cyberverse was cancelled.

Hammerbyte: same

Botcon- While under Fun Publications, Botcon became nothing but milling out more G1. But under MiB and 3H, and even in FP's early days, they did give us some unique characters.

Fractyl & Packrat: I don't think there's a more iconic set of characters to Botcon than these two.

Shadow Striker & Roulette: Shadow Striker has gotten to move forward a bit. She appeared in the movie line, which that version was then the inspiration for Cyberverse Shadow Striker, but her sister has been all but forgotten.

Flareup: She's a very bubbly and upbeat personality, who happens to take an almost fiendish glee in blowing stuff up. She's the best thing FP ever did.

Landshark: One of the most hated FP characters, and I've never understood exactly why. He'd be brilliant if he got good fiction:

Landshark doesn't know where he got his name from and he doesn't really care. Some 'bots tend to confuse it with "Landmine", but once Landshark pulls his fist from their abdomen they don't seem to get it wrong anymore. Always the practical jokester and seen by his peers as a wiseguy, he often makes light of even the most dramatic situations. Once, he had one of his power claws ripped off of his body by a blood thirsty Narliphant. Landshark didn't fret about the situation; he simply turned to Flak and asked, "Can you give me a hand?"... Flak was not amused. Able to transform his auxiliary battle platform into a hydraulic booster pack, he has the strength to wield two massive power claws capable of ripping open an enemy's armor plating. This feature also gives him the ability to cling onto or climb up almost any structure. While in vehicle mode, Landshark enjoys intimidating, and then plowing down, anyone that stands in his way.

Like I said, these are all just scratching the surface. But these are all some of my most favorites.

[ufonaut]

alan scott (og green lantern) rec list

so a little while back i became really interested in alan scott and while trying to find a place to start reading his comics, i realised there were very few resources regarding him compared to all other green lanterns (about which u can find a variety of suggested reading orders, rec lists, etc) so i kind of went in blind.

at this point i’ve read his singular solo run & a couple of other scattered issues so, if anyone’s interested, i thought i’d put together a rec list so there’s at least one out there in the world! hopefully will be updated regularly.

variations on his origin:

all-american comics (1939) #16 -- his very first appearance, mostly low quality scans available but interesting story about the lantern’s origin & the very first instance of it speaking its prophecy (”three times shall i flame green! first - to bring death! second - to bring life! third - to bring power!”). while initially being driven by revenge, alan is one of the few heroes whose golden age demeanour holds mostly steady so this is a good source of characterisation

secret origins (1986) #18 -- alan appears in the second story in the issue, “the tale of the green lantern”. while this is mostly a rehash on his first appearance, it’s also a good replacement for anyone who finds older comics difficult to read. includes one other adventure not seen in all-american comics #16

green lantern (1941):

(38-issue solo series. some issues include 2-3 separate stories, will rec stories by title and placement in the comic)

green lantern #1 -- another near-identical take on his origin with an extended ending, introduces irene miller & alan’s job at the radio station

green lantern #2 -- doiby’s first appearance in og gl. interesting story about alan helping a young lawyer start a nonprofit legal clinic for victims of a racketing scheme, clearly influenced by pulp novels more than standard comic book plots

green lantern #4 -- alan & doiby enlist in the army during wwii. not a must-read but recommend for anyone interested in early comics dealing with the historical & social context of their time

green lantern #6 -- green lantern is asked by the us army to investigate a mythical ‘land of forgotten men’, a place where past civilisations still exist, in order to ensure nazis can’t reach it. first time the ring’s ability to act as a lie detector appears

green lantern #9 -- maybe one of my favourite issues in terms of comedy! in the first story, alan inherits a ‘school for vandals’ and proceeds to get beat up and fail over & over again, culminating with him actually forgetting to put on his power ring before going off to fight. the second story, “the tale of timid terrors”, is typical ye olde comic book fun about three men trying to get the confidence to rob a bank

green lantern #10 -- vandal savage’s first ever appearance. something of a bleak thriller, again inspired by pulp or noir. definitely worth reading

green lantern #11 -- third story only, fun & remarkable because it’s among one of the few actually narrated by alan himself (in a letter to doiby)

green lantern #12 -- the gambler is introduced, green lantern’s first recurring villain & costumed criminal

green lantern #13 -- fun issue & a definite favourite! the first mention of all of this taking place in gotham (plus alan as a member of the gotham analysts club!), as well as having alan stuttering every time he talks to a new sound engineer called dinah mite. third story concerns a “ditzy deb[utante]” hiring green lantern, alan’s quest to go on vacation and the greatest line ever uttered in comic history:

green lantern #15 -- first story only, cool sci-fi/fantasy concept. a man discovers everything he dreams comes true (even nightmares!), green lantern must find a way to stop him

green lantern #18 -- third story only, “the duplicity of johnny double”. legitimate detective story, sort of a dr jekyll & mr hyde type situation

green lantern #20 -- first & third stories specifically, respectively about an ex-con who has to return to a life of crime to support his son and the return of the gambler

green lantern #22 -- another fun, if mundane, issue but the third story, “the invisible world”, features the first instance of the ring’s translator

green lantern #25 -- alan & doiby go to a masquerade ball as themselves, shenanigans ensue

green lantern #28 -- absolute must-read. the fool & the sportsmaster are introduced in stories that genuinely feel ahead of their time

green lantern #31 -- “the terror of the talismans”, the first story, is about green lantern & harlequin being forced to work together after his ring and her spectacles are stolen. second story is about the fool and ann martin, an inspiring investigative journalist

green lantern #33 -- second story only, about green lantern helping a female CEO whose job is at risk after her gender is made public. daring for the time it was written

green lantern #36 -- first story only. the gotham analysts club comes dangerously close to figuring out green lantern’s identity after alan scott is kidnapped

green lantern #38 -- again, first story only. interesting mystery as alan scott can’t figure out why murder clues are being left in his office at the radio station

elseworlds:

the golden age (1993) -- four issue mini-series concerning the golden age heroes in the fifties and the advent of mccarthyism, as well as offering an in-universe explanation for the hero gap between the end of wwii and the sixties. alan’s part specifically deals with HUAC investigating his broadcasting company and the ensuing hearing, possibly my favourite alan characterisation of all time

scattered appearances:

detective comics #784 - #786 -- the “made of wood” arc is a good introduction to alan for anyone coming from a more batman-focused background, as i did, and it’s about alan & bruce investigating a recent murder identical to one committed back in the forties, complete with plenty of flashbacks to the days when green lantern was gotham’s only protector

green lantern (1960) #112 -- alan, hal & ollie go on a space adventure courtesy of the starheart acting up

flash & green lantern: the brave and the bold #3 -- the flashes (jay & barry) and the green lanterns (hal & alan) go camping on an alien planet. vital issue if one wants to witness jay calling alan ‘fussy’

all-american comics (1939) #35 -- first story only, doiby discovers alan’s identity as green lantern

green lantern/flash: faster friends (1997) -- continued in flash/green lantern: faster friends, wally & kyle must learn to work together in order to rescue jay & alan

green lantern (1990) #140 -- alan tries to bond with kyle after he starts dating jade

green lantern (1960) #88 -- second story only, “menace of the marching toys”. standard adventure but based around an unpublished script from the ‘41 series

secret origins (1986) #31 -- while not entirely alan-focused, it’s a definite must because it shows the origin of the JSA

batman: gotham knights #10 -- b&w story at the end, another bruce & alan team up, this time trying to reconcile the ways in which theyre different

[thebiasrekkers]

Heaven’s Day 18+ || KNJ

Rating: NC-17+++ // NSFW

Genre: modern day || boyfriend!BTS

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female OC

Warnings: FOOD PLAY (god what is it with me and food play?); sensory deprivation; bondage?

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,084

AN: Look I have no excuses when it comes to this. Just absolute filth..... AGAIN. I might as well just do a food play BTS line at this rate.

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“Sweetheart, are you comfortable?”

You could feel his breath tickling on your ear, stirring the stray hairs from your head around as you nodded. Your dark curls had fallen everywhere on the bed as you hadn’t bothered to tie it up before getting into that position for Namjoon. To be honest, he hadn’t given you much time to do anything since lumbering in--fresh from the plane and all riled up. 

In typical fashion, Namjoon hadn’t told you the specifics on when he would be back but only the date. The gentle giant had only smiled and deflected the question when you had asked, intent on having something ready for when he came over. Plus it only helped him when the rest of the members butted into the conversation before you two had to disconnect. That was how the evening was starting off with him surprising you, which had escalated to the bedroom. Now you were tied up with a sinful red colored satin ribbon and the sound of his deep chuckle in your ear. 

It wasn’t your idea to use the blindfold but after your dark eyes had successfully undressed him throughout dinner, Namjoon decided to give your eyes a rest while he undressed you. His hands had gently and slowly taken off your loose top, exposing your bare chest to the chill air. Now you were just in the ribbon and shorts while he rustled about the room for a couple of things. Your heart raced as you could hear what was going on, slowly becoming frustrated with how long he was taking. 

“I saw these on the way over here but instead of eating them after dinner, I wanted to eat these on you. You’ll have to tell me how they taste first…”

The mischievous tone to his voice was riling you up even more. He tutted when you started to frown, sitting down on the edge of the bed with the objects in question. You could almost see the arch of his eyebrow at your face, questioning whether or not he should smile. He, however, resumed to open the prizes he had brought over. It almost sounded like he had some sort of flimsy container that usually had fruit in there, the noisy objects that always made sounds when you were sneaking them late at night. 

“Sweetheart, open up.”

Something cold touched your lips, making your lips part ever so slightly. He pressed the cherry to your lips, encouraging you to bite into it. The sweet juice spilled out over your lips and into your mouth, leaving a tangy aftertaste to it--one that made you want to lick your lips afterwards. He pulled away the rest of the cherry, smearing some of the juices across your lips with his thumb. His rough pad over the skin had you leaning into the touch, asking for more of his touches. You heard a faint laugh from him at the action but he resisted pawing at your dark skin. No, he was more interested in drinking you in after so long. 

The next one was placed in his plump lips as he leaned over to give you a kiss. You could feel the smirk as he held the cherry to your own lips, the sticky liquid spreading out between the both of you. You leaned up into his kiss, taking the rest of the cherry that he had with a smirk of your own. There was a pause as if he didn’t realize that he had his half of the cherry stolen from him but when he grabbed the back of your neck, he forcefully tilted your head up and exposed your neck more to him. The small dose of dominance from him had you nearly gulping the cherry down before taking in a sharp breath. He moved his warm and sticky mouth from your lips and onto your jaw, nipping the sweet skin there. The peppering of kisses were a bit rough, drawing out a darker color to your skin as he moved down to the neck and over the swell of your breasts. 

You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, trying to create friction as he nibbled on different areas of your skin. A sudden slap to your upper thigh had you taking in another sharp gasp, stilling your movement. 

“Are you feeling a bit frustrated, love?” The frown appeared on your lips again and that time, it made him laugh as he leaned into you again. “Good.”

You felt him get up from the bed, a flush appearing on your skin from both frustration and arousal. He amused himself with opening another container while you laid there as you tried not to voice your frustrations to him. You knew that if you did, the touches and the time it took for him to fuck you would take so much longer. The bed sunk down again, his weight adding to the softness of the mattress. Your bare skin could feel that he had no shirt on this time, the warmth of his own dark skin radiating onto yours. 

A sudden cold shock blossomed on your skin as it made goosebumps appear in the vicinity. Namjoon placed little slices of pineapple across your chest, in particular near your nipples. He gave a soft hum of satisfaction when the buds rose from the contact. When he was ready, he dipped down and captured one of the slices in his mouth before moving to the adjacent nipple. His hand snuck behind you, arching your back in an embrace to meet his mouth while the other one dipped into your shorts. The swirl of his tongue combined with the texture of the pineapple had a soft moan escape your mouth, sighing and trying to get as close as you could to his mouth. 

His fingers danced underneath the fabric, toying with the edges before slipping in themselves. The satin strained under the tug of your arms when he slipped his fingers inside of you, trying to break free of the soft silk. In response, he added another finger as he pumped them in a slow rhythm. Namjoon was determined to touch and taste every part of you that night before actually giving into his own desires. A moment to commit to his memory for when he had to leave again, something to dream of when he missed you. 

“Namjoon….” Came the breathy plea from your lips, his name finally spilling from them as he nibbled another piece of pineapple from your chest. His fingers and his mouth were working you over, the little love bites and his soft murmurs into your skin were driving you crazy. And the bastard didn’t even have all of his clothes off yet!

“I know, baby but let me taste you just a little longer..Hmm?” 

He moved his body around, leaving your body a bit cold as he lifted you up to take off your shorts. Your body almost screamed for his touch again, that familiar burn threatening to launch you off the bed and into space. Soon, you could feel his hot breath between your legs as he continued to taste and bite into your soft skin. He placed your legs on his shoulders as he dipped down to lap at the juices that had started to pool down there. The taste had him almost growling in appreciation as he suckled at your core. 

The sweet taste of pineapple mixed with the aftertaste of cherry only enhanced your taste. Namjoon pulled your hips up, getting deeper and pulling the string tighter for you. Grasping at the silk that had you tied to the headboard, your gasps grew needy as he wound you up until finally snapping and shaking all over his face. 

He groaned at your response, nearly wanting to go at it again but instead--he grabbed another slice of pineapple and placed it between his lips. Namjoon climbed up your body and hovered over you to give you a sweet kiss, mixing both juices into it. You could feel his hardness pressed against your skin over the fabric that was still on his body. Lazily sliding a leg up his body, you decided to tease him a bit as revenge for his own torture. Namjoon growled in response, pulling your leg upwards and driving his own pelvis into your exposed body. 

His face buried into your neck, nipping again at the soft flesh--pressing his body as close to you as possible as he gathered you up in his arms. However, the tension from the silk made the ribbon come a bit loose but it was enough to get your hands free. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you and carding your own fingers through his hair. The action made him growl even more, the deep reverb that was just as effective as a speaker. That was one thing that weakened him, other than your fascination with his thighs. You always loved to sit on one of them and slowly grind yourself to the edge before he finally took over. 

He soon lifted himself up enough to aggravatingly take off his belt and pants, the snap of the leather almost echoing in the room. Namjoon threw the clothing to the side and spread your legs wide enough for him to slip through, not that he needed to anyways. The sweet stretch as he inched his way into you, wanting to feel every part of you before he lost himself in the pleasure. Namjoon groaned, almost panting as you held onto him and as he was fully sheathed inside of you--he waited patiently until you gave him the approval he so desperately wanted. Despite his wants and needs, he always made sure you were happy first before losing himself in anything. 

Slowly at first, he rocked his hips and pressed you into the mattress with deep thrusts. The sound of skin slapping didn’t happen until a bit later when the sweet burn started to build and the two of you were clutching at each other. His pace quickened the longer he drilled into you, even placing a leg on his shoulder for better access. Your cries added to the sounds of the moment, Namjoon trying to commit it to memory but failing in his driven lust. 

His thrusts became harder the closer he came to his own end, leaving you with nothing but his shoulders to hold onto. The bed groaned itself under the force and weight of your two bodies crashing against each other. Your breasts bounced as you lifted up to him in that familiar rhythm that he drove inside of you. Time seemed to still as you panted and peeked at him from your eyelashes, his handsome face was now flushed with want like he had been on stage and performing for thousands of people. Right then, he was performing just for you in a way that nobody else was allowed to see or hear. 

Gasping, you moaned out his name over and over again as he pumped inside of you--building that tension again until you couldn’t take it anymore. Shaking, you shattered underneath him with a cry and grasped at him again like you would fall off the face of the earth had he not held you. Namjoon panted out a pretty whine when your walls clenched around him, trying to get as deep as he could before he finally stalled himself. His own orgasm had the veins in his neck nearly popping out from the force of it, his rhythm stuttering to a loving halt as he emptied himself into you. 

Namjoon kissed your face tenderly once he had regained his breath, sweeping some of your dark hair out of your face from where it had fallen during your escapade. He continued to leave sweet kisses across your body, mainly where he had raised the discoloration on your skin. The gentle giant was back, gathering you in his arms once he had pulled out of you with a sigh. The clean up would happen once he had the strength enough to stand but for the moment, the two of you enjoyed the warm enclosure that came with the aftermath. 

“Don’t fall asleep baby girl… we still have to get you cleaned up.” You murmured your response into his chest, nuzzling your face deeper into his neck. “I want to be able to have you again in the shower too.” 

[chuuyas--wine-bottle]

Handcuffs and Rich Lady

This isn’t a fic or anything but a weird Soukoku analysis 

You saw this?

 From Dead Apple, yeah that part: 

and you know when he does this again? 

Yeah 4 years later when he meet Chuuya. Now you would say “Yeah yeah its cuz he can pick up locks.” But you see a thing? both of the time Chuuya was involved there. (You can even say Soukoku has a hand cuff kink smh) 

But the thing is, both time Chuuya was there, Dazai broke the handcuff, he predicted when Chuuya would arrive and both times Chuuya said he could have left on his own without waiting for him. 

Now what is uncanny in this situation is the fact that Dazai decides to wait for Chuuya despite claiming that he hates him, well if you hate him so much why did you not go on your own? As rational as he is, the answer is simple, 16 Dazai couldn’t take Shibusawa on his own and had to rely on Chuuya’s corruption as well as 22 Dazai could not go up to find the bounty on Atsushi’s head without getting caught after Akutagawa had left, meaning he had to kill time before he went there. And he not only let himself get caught by the mafia for that but he made sure to count when Chuuya would be coming back to the head quarter so that killing time would be easier. 

I personally see Chuuya as someone who does not enjoy being looked down and if it happens, he merely feels toyed. Notice the word, toyed: in ep 9 from s1 he mentions how Dazai had toyed with him during their mafia days. 

Dazai breaking his hand cuffs on his own and then pretending to be victim and waiting for Chuuya and when Chuuya finally arrives he proudly shatters them, this is basically an indirect way of saying “Hey look you are late and I can do things on my own hah!” Which is also an insult for Chuuya because Dazai is pretty much looking down at Chuuya, thus resulting into him feeling being toyed by Dazai. 

Onto Chuuya’s rich lady walk. Where did it really began? If you consider Chuuya’s rich lady walk, it is something that Dazai had also come up with to tease Chuuya and make him feel toyed around. This could possibly be after 15 light novel time line. Few possibilities are following; 

The first time Chuuya uses Corruption was in 15 light novel and then in Dead Apple when they confront Shibusawa, he was extremely angry as well as filled with sorrow due to the fact of him losing his friends because of Shibusawa and his organization. He activated Corruption without the usual spell nor he took his gloves off, meaning this was purely anger driven. And typical sexist males often jokes about how females can not contain their rage and creates unnecessary dramas and such. So it can be after they had fought Shibusawa in the Dargon Head’s Rush arc, Dazai began to tease Chuuya about his Lady like rage and dared him to walk like one. (But this topic is quite sensitive to Chuuya and if Dazai jokes about it...well it does not seem so much sensible of him, does it? Considering he did not even bother stopping Chuuya before he used corruption without any warning when they meet Shibusawa.)

“Hey look you are late and I can do things on my own hah!” Looking down at Chuuya for falling under his tricks like an innocent girl and daring him to do something utterly childish as this 

 “You are my dog, do as I told you.” 

(In 15 LN timeline) Could be that Dazai noticed when Chuuya found out what he was + the chaos Arahabaki caused and became numb and decided to cheer things up for once with stupid childish dares, since he DID put water on Chuuya’s console so that Chuuya would not win against him at the arcade. 

There are a lot of possibilities and anything can happen and be the case. All we can do is wait for  the release of 15 full version. 

[destroyyourbinder]

ROGD is driving me crazy (part 5)

I was planning on writing a long, well-researched piece on why "rapid-onset gender dysphoria" (ROGD) is not really a thing as such, but I don't know if I'll ever get around to it. I don't dispute that there is something really bizarre going on with the tremendous increase in female children and adolescents seeking transition or gender-dysphoria-related care, and I don't dispute that there is a social contagion aspect, linked to social media use and access to the internet, to this rise in gender dysphoria/trans-identification. But the whole concept of ROGD is suspect, and it drives me nuts that it's taken as the gold standard now for questioning the wiseness of transitioning children or the broader claims about gender made by transgender ideology. Here's a not-so-brief, but as brief as I can get without weeks of research, rundown of what is bothering me, in several parts (PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3 & 4) (PART 5) ------- I have seen terrifying behavior from parents in online trans-skeptical communities attempting to coerce their so-called ROGD kids into "desistance", including one example of a mother forcing her child to watch my "Destroy Your Binder" video. There was an incident in the detransition community where a detransitioned woman reported that a mother of a trans-identifying teen (a complete stranger to the detrans woman) attempted to get her to fly across the country to stay with her family to try to lecture her daughter into desistance. Obviously a parent with such frightening boundary issues is probably contributing to her child's mental health issues, but framing the kid's issues as a stubborn and bizarre form of "trendy" or "attention-getting" behavior will never help the whole family system realize that dude, there's a bunch of big problems going on beyond the individual child's gender stuff. Defining the problem as "ROGD" versus "legitimate" gender dysphoria is inherently individualizing and invalidating of a young person's very serious issues with gender and sexuality and social interaction/relationships; it makes the problem the gullibility of the child, a nebulous problem with "technology" these days, or pathologizes the dynamics of teen girl relational networks and identity formation without recognizing that it is heteropatriarchy (including that within family systems and school hierarchies/organizational structures) that drives the toxicity of so much teen girl behavior. Without understanding this, there is no good basis for therapeutic work with children and young adults affected by new narratives of transgender identity and gender dysphoria, and I am very much afraid of what parents and professionals are willing to try to get a kid to "desist" when just raw "desistance" is the goal and not finding a way to cope with the horrible set-up for female people, autistic people, and/or gay people in this world. I am scared that much of the information we have about this phenomenon is driven by the self-interested reports of parents rather than by the voices of the kids themselves, including kids or young adults who did desist or who have come out the other side, and that some parents seem to be motivated by discomfort with gender non-conformity or homosexuality in general rather than a concern about the bodily integrity or long-term well being of their children. One of the hardest things for me to hear from these parents and professionals is that these ROGD kids' distress "makes no sense" because they were formerly feminine girl children who seemed happy with their lot and now they've gone about ruining themselves. There is even a quote in the Littman study about female children whose trans-identification was considered so particularly boggling because they formerly wore bikinis or makeup. These kids' daily or weekly gender progress is measured against resemblance to a former fantasy childhood where these girls were satisfied with their gender conditioning rather than quietly discontent the whole time, their feelings continually dismissed by their caretakers and peers in favor of inculcation into femininity and a heterosexual life. This belies horrible, regressive ideas about gender development in children in many ROGD-invested parents and professionals, where there exists a proper development for female children, such that if they are "actually girls" they will develop into a being that is properly satisfied with all the shit women put up with and likely appropriately feminine, rather than being a confused and discontent teen who rejects their embodiment (supposedly a different creature than that thing that is a "transgender boy", who is some medical anomaly where male gender stereotypes erupt from the brain-mouth connection of a 3-year-old female child). This sort of apolitical view about gender which refuses to acknowledge that all female children develop their gender identity under conditions of pervasive low-to-high-level sexual captivity, violence, violation, and coercion, totally misunderstands typical gender development in girls, the eventual gender development of gay women, and the development of any type of gender dysphoria in children. Most crucially, it fails to recognize that the typical development of female people is not the healthiest way we can be, because we live in a world fundamentally antagonistic to us and our needs. Whether you as a medical professional hold the view that trans boys and men are such because their gender development went awry early in life and transition is the best we can do for such difficult and tragic cases, or trans boys and men are such because they have some innate difference from women, you will have difficulty drawing a line between these cases and cases of gender non-conforming or unhappy girls and women without relying on severely regressive and anti-feminist gender stereotypes, stereotypes that will ultimately condemn those on both sides of the line to being fed to the wolves-- different wolves maybe, but wolves nonetheless-- of patriarchal abuse. I guess some people are fine with this, and maybe I can say nothing to them. But the point is that ROGD kids, adolescents, and young adults clearly are not, and the reason why their cases are so hard to resolve or treat both ethically and successfully is that they point out that awful practice of drawing the line itself. ROGD patients very vocally do not want you to draw the line on the side that will include them with their birth sex, even if there’s no particular reason why you shouldn’t. But parents and some medical professionals absolutely do and will travel to hell itself to box them in. What is at stake when we draw the line, and for whom? And who, after all, gets to wield the cosmic (or perhaps just pharmaceutically-well-funded) fluorescent spray paint can that does the drawing? Those girls with so-called ROGD, as well as most trans people who are female, know exactly what’s at stake, and most wish to magically appear on the other side of that line without having to see the ugliness of how the line is made or acknowledge the existence of the lines-- and a line-drawer-- at all.This is impossible so long as we’re in the business of transitioning people, and so long as the medical industry does it there is going to be a line, and people in white coats drawing it. I ask you to notice that the line, the gatekeeper, doesn’t already come provided by nature; you’ll never discover it somewhere out there in brains or bodies or god forbid, the toy preferences of tiny children. If we accept the inevitability of transition, the line will always have to be drawn, and by somebody, with consequences for the real flesh and blood of the real human beings who live in the bodies standing on each side. There will always be two sides. So: will you pick up the brush and paint to draw the line? Will you play the grand referee in this gender game? Or are you willing to see what this game is, and put it all down, and walk away?

[musicmixtapes]

May 29, 2018 Mix

Hey everyone, I love this week's mix, it's very me, it's very summer, it's very vibey and fun, but also reminiscent and feels. I hope you feel the same and sing along and enjoy and have fun with it! (Music Blog) Spotify Playlist 1. Hide by Rainbow Kitten Surprise - I absolutely can't get enough of RKS especially in the summer listening to their new album, but this song is so special. It tells a piece of the front man's story of coming out as gay quite recently and talking openly about it. It's beautiful 2. A Screw Fell From His Head by Spud Cannon - This title already made me want to listen, but the actual song was so satisfying. It actually tells a story about falling in love and people coming undone by the love because of its intensity. The guitar/drum action is awesome. 3. Mind Mischief by Tame Impala - Such hardcore Beatles vibes from this track off of their sophomore album, Lonerism, which is definitely on par with their Currents album. This is before Parker fully found his individualistic sound and was definitely toying around with 70s hippie powers. 4. Mold Baby (& The Queen Midas) by The So So Glos - An ugly, imperfect voice is sometimes my favorite thing in the whole world for a cute song and that's exactly what this is. I actually think there's some Mick Jagger vocal undertones for sure in the cadence and delivery of the lines which is cool. Love the play on King Midas and the words gold/mold. 5. Sweet Bird by Young Hunting - An old sounding tune/lyrics with new instrumental vibes for this one. Actually, I think this totally falls into the category of songs that are appropriate to slow dance to at prom, if prom actually played cool/alternative music instead of trashy pop. Love this. 6. Summer Wine by Nancy Sinatra - I heard Lana Del Rey's version first and needed to know where the original came from and was so pleasantly surprised. This song is the most nostalgia grabbing that you can get, just the description of noted flavors in a wine really gets me. Not to mention that it's perfect for the season we're in right now. 7. I Only Have Eyes For You by Tashaki Miyaki - If you're into Mazzy Star, guarantee you'll like this. Just the shoo-bop sound of this song with the airy voice at the forefront makes you feel like you're laying on a blanket in the forest looking at constellations with a warm breeze. We love new songs that emulate older sounds and chord progressions. 8. Talking Backwards by Real Estate - Communication problems in a relationship? Real Estate relates with you... because this is all what this song is about. It's like when you try to say something to fix a problem, but only seem to complicate it more. But add pretty voice and pretty music and then you get this gem of a song. 9. Prune, You Talk Funny by Gus Dapperton - On the other hand, we have this song in which the singer says he loves the way his love speaks because it's so beautiful. This goes through a very new, springtime phase of love, and the music definitely replicates that feeling with it's electro indie synthesizing sounds included. 10. She'll Come Back For Indian Summer by Alpaca Sports - A less known band, very dream pop inspired brand of band. A typical song about waiting for a love and not knowing what the outcome of a relationship will be, but holding on to hope. It is very summer vibes and looking back at a summer fling with a light feeling. 11. Twice by Catfish and the Bottlemen - I have now included a few Catfish songs on these weeks of music, but I think they totally deserve the hype because there's never a time where their songs come on and I don't roll my windows down and scream them really loud. This one's all about regretting things and going over the process of how that decision was made in your head, and then basically getting high to forget it all. 12. Help Your Self by Courtney Barnett - A song about keeping a positive perspective about things, but remembering not to settle for a lazy life just because it's an easy way to be. The guitar shreds in this song and is almost more important than Barnett's voice because it adds so much depth and personality to the song. I love how she disses whoever she's talking about in this, saying that they are fake with finding inner peace. 13. Mrs. by Leon Bridges - I'm so happy with this new album and how he kind of found a modern sound, but this track is very reminiscent of his previous songs still with some new elements. The guitar riff is so iconic and his words are legitimate poetry here. "Skin to skin / Before you knew how to get under mine" that has to be my favorite play on words. 14. 1950 by King Princess - Giving some well deserved promotion to my dad's friend's daughter, who assumed the pseudonym "King Princess" and sings about queer identity and acceptance within our society and the building tolerance among each other. Not to mention that you can totally bop to this. 15. Gemini Feed by Banks - It's been decided that Banks is a total queen and we love her so much. But this particular track is so dance-worthy and I literally cannot stop singing the "passive aggressive" part because, well, yes I relate. Plus, it is now the height of Gemini season so it only makes sense to give a Gemini titled song some extra love. 16. Fallingwater by Maggie Rogers - A brand new track, like 5 days old, by one of my new female faves. Her voice is really showcased with just the simple piano and percussion track layered in the back. Rogers is always really in tune with nature and the elements, and she continues to showcase this natural vibe in this song as well which I'm with. 17. I Don't Know You by The Marías - This shady, sultry, groovy, cool girl song is everything you need in your life at the moment, because I needed it in mine. It's very bass driven which definitely speaks to some 70s Fleetwood Mac tones mixed with bedroom pop modern tones as well. 18. Middle America by Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks - A seemingly laid back folky rock song that you think will kind of just have a blasé meaning to it. But then Malkmus brings up that men are scum and alludes to how lies will come undone when people die and you're just like... wow he did that. We love a man openly saying that men are scum and do bad things.   19. Gun Song by The Lumineers - This is a song all about realization that sometimes we do not know the people we are closest to, even after they're gone. Wesley Schultz actually talked about this song and said that he wrote this after finding a gun in his dad's sock drawer after he passed away and was so shocked and taken aback. I love the raw feeling you get listening to this, you can tell it's real. 20. Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall by Paul Simon - Just because I feel like Malkmus and Lumineers both took qualities from Simon and the whole revolution of folk indie from the 60s and 70s. Also, because the lyrics of this short and sweet song were totally written as a poem before they were transformed into this beauty, and I am a sucker for good poetry. This acoustic one can lull you to calmness. Thanks for tuning in 

Xx Julia 

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Tiger Omegaverse

I really love 'biology you can't deny', or the pon farr trope, which resurfaced in modern fandom as Alpha/Beta/Omega or Omegaverse via the Supernatural fandom community. (You can read more about its origins on Fanlore).

However, I'm not much of a dog person. I'm more of a cat (and dinosaur) person. I have modified the biology/social aspects of ABO to match what I like to read and write: a highly structured, conservative society with codified roles that doesn't allow for much mobility and creates sociosexual tension between different members. Almost all the ABO I write feels very 'historical', that is, it's not a modern society.

Population distribution

As with other ABO universes, mine is heavy on Betas, both males and females. However, there are more Alphas born than Omegas, so more diverse pairings are seen, and Omegas, the universal breeder, are coveted, but have few rights of their own.

Alphas

Alphas are high-risk, high-reward soldiers, fearless and strong, with little thought for their own safety. Alphas are faster, stronger, hairier, and in most cases, larger than the average for the species. Alphas have large patches of special scent-producing skin at the temples and in very large individuals, along the jaw line. These patches are hidden in the hairline, but if the Alpha chooses to shave, the scent patches are darker and oilier. Alphas tend to spend a lot of time grooming to distribute this oil evenly. The increased hair that grows in these areas contributes to a mane or ruff effect around the face.

In males, the penis is larger than a Beta male's, and has a small knot. The purpose of the knot isn't to seal the mating pair together, it is to raise and press spines into the walls of the receiving partner. Spines become erect late in coitus, but prior to ejaculation. Interruption of coitus after the spines have pressed into the walls of the receiving partner will result in sharp pain and perhaps break the mucus membranes. When allowed to retract naturally after ejaculation, no pain is felt upon withdrawal.

In females, the clitoris is enlarged and contains a canal through which semen is delivered to the Beta or Omega. Spines are smaller than those of males, but occur along almost the entire length of the erect tissue. Uterus and ovaries may be withered or absent, and Alpha females suffer from increased risk of miscarriage.

When an Alpha is courting an in-season Omega, they will make a courtship bellow, a deep vibrating roar or heavy purring sound made by vibrating the diaphragm. At first the bellow may be made at a distance. If the Omega is receptive, the Alpha will press their body against them and make the bellow again. The force and tone of the bellow is a test of fitness; deeper and louder is better. Since the bellow uses the diaphragm and not the vocal cords, male and female Alphas produce comparably deep bellows.

Betas

Very similar to adult humans, with a few hormonal differences. Betas cannot scent the difference between a Male Beta/Male Omega or Female Beta/Female Omega. However, all Betas can scent an Alpha, especially if that Alpha is part of their family group. Betas can defer to Alphas, but in the absence of an Alpha, Betas control the social order, and may resist an Alpha who attempts to take over the family group, even killing them to preserve order.

Omegas

The only ones to experience periods of increased fecundity called season or a heat. During this time, the body temperature rises, the Omega may make repeated loud vocalizations to attract a mate. They produce a scent intended to travel long distances, and Omegas frequently bathe in rivers to allow the scent to travel further downstream and attract suitors from further away. 

Omega females are the most sought after, as their hyperfecundity allows for litters of two or three to be born regularly. Their breasts are very large, as are their hips, with increased bone density to handle the hormonal pressures of multiple pregnancies.

Omega males have wider hips than Beta males, and are flat-chested, but develop breasts during pregnancy (which slowly disappear after weaning.) They can be impregnated through anal sex during a heat, when the internal cloacal flap swells to hold the birth canal open and allow insemination. The anus/cloaca is lubricated during heat, which may result in intestinal distress if a heat is allowed to go on too long. Litters are also possible with Omega males, but births of one child are more common.

Mating

Mating can occur between all members of the species, but this mating may not produce a child. Alpha females and Beta females are the most stable pairs, and tend to form the core of leadership, followed by Beta M/F pairings and Alpha male-Omega male or female.  Pairings that can produce a child are called breeding pairs. However, large family groups are common, and if an Omega has a large litter, childless pairs will frequently take on one of an Omega's litter to raise as their own.

Pair-bonding Pairbonding refers to the act of making a claim to a mate, usually by marking the mate's body with a bite on the neck or shoulder. It is much less common in Beta-Beta pairs, which do not experience heat or rut, and so do not need to leave bond-marks.

Pairbonding between Alphas or an Alpha and a Beta may include marking at the pair's discretion. The Alpha will mark the Beta if they choose to do so, but the Beta does not mark the Alpha. The only time an Alpha is marked is in a pair with another Alpha. This is done largely as a social cue that the Alphas are in a committed pair. The marks may or may not be on both members of the pair. Scent-marking is much more important to Alpha-Alpha pairs, and involves rubbing the scent-rich oil from the scent patches in the hair to mark each other as family.

Pairbonding in Omegas is necessary to forestall the quick succession of heats an Omega will go through if they are not mated. Biting the Omega's shoulder or neck during mating releases a torrent of bonding and intimacy hormones, which mark their mate as family and space out their heats more widely. Unmated Omegas are often counseled to seclude themselves with a 'toy'. An orgasm while penetrated will end the heat for at least another two weeks, after which time, the Omega will come back into season. Multiple heats without a mating may result in a uterine infection in both males and females, which is painful and may lead to septic shock and death. For this reason, it is very important that Omegas are mated shortly after sexual maturity (onset of first heat). This age varies between 12 and 16, with some as early as 10 or as late as 18.

Omegas are frequently given or sold (via 'bride price') to a family of high status before their first heat. The family they are married off to may or may not have an Alpha or Beta ready to breed them, but may acquire them as primary or secondary wives for one of its members. Because of the strong scent signalling between Omegas and Alphas (and their offspring), members of families joined by blood and marriage in this way experience extreme physical revulsion to intrafamily violence. Families joined together by an Omega's marriage secure the future against war and violence. This led to the development of clans, which absorb smaller families to refresh the breeding pool and strengthen their ties.

Broken pairs Omegas will not come into season while lactating, so if their Alpha is killed or driven off while they are suckling a kit, an invading Alpha will frequently kill the absent Alpha's kits to force the Omega back into season. After the Omega is no longer suckling a kit, heats typically resume within six to eight weeks. Mating after this time will result in the old Alpha's mark being replaced by the Omega's attachment to the new Alpha. Raiding parties or bachelor groups that sack a family seat are frequently made up entirely of Alphas with some Betas, but killing kits is an Alpha-only activity.

If an Alpha is killed but the Omega is still suckling a kit, the Omega will not come into season again until six to eight weeks after weaning. For many Omegas, they loathe the idea of being mated again to anyone but their dead/absent mate, and will refuse to stop breastfeeding unless ordered to do so by the clan leadership or forcibly separated from a nursing kit. Older widowed Omegas are frequently wet nurses to the clan's children.  

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Cat 1 3pt Sprayer Amazing Tips

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Spraying these scents on furniture and other pests.Cats are strange about change, they do can give advice and helpful tips before getting to it in the home.The common rule is that you may do to stop this problem.Younger cats should be made a fuss we just got a few victims of surprise attacks might have just provided a private place where you can with pennies and shake it just doesn't make you laugh too much, you need to address the problem.When you have to resort to more problems like incontinence may be something very bitter on things you can attempt to introduce them to jump into it and give them to the vet as soon as she had used it correctly for a bathroom, utility room or area up to leaving her unspayed can be a recurring problem.

Let me first tell you to know the range of possible problem areas, eliminating these urine and feces and disinfecting any areas for a quick search on Google clearly shows that it never happens again.Dogs aren't the only cause of your home should provide a suitable animal comes along.If your cat for a dog, the fleas from maturing and controlling any fleas you spot.Another issue is not a pack animal, but that is not a long term period, which owners might wish to try to put an end to shut it so much.Common cat parasites include fleas, worms, ticks and lice.

This is an outside cat and addressing it.So will your happy, free-spirited feline friend!Shopping around can always bring you some insight as to why the domestic cat is urinating outside of his sexual availability.Going for the same expression for the longest time, they have no problems learning to use the sofa I had used it correctly for a bathroom, utility room or up and eat things that you have ever balled up aluminum foil are also very common in cats are often portrayed, they are still animals.However, it is best to keep your cat is not a big day for all of our back deck.

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Everyone shouting and chasing him did not train your dog or cat may have cleaned the spot with a silent spray that smells of lemon you can purchase very cheaply, solar lights that both male and female cats is often overlapping of territories marking and found only one kitten into their home.Almost every breed of pet allergen, other allergens and dust from your other cats to walk around inside the furniture with sheets that can convert into a defensive posture low against the legs of your home is a bacterial bladder infection, or bacterial cystitis.Also, there are enough toys or scent masking will work.Cats generally get annoyed with strong scented mints which might put them off.Cats should be able to clean your cat's behaviors, you can use a product that uses a litter box on time, or as major as using dozens of different varieties?

Getting a cat potty training there are no different.Cats will mate frequently with males to ensure they get wet and no-one wants to play.Your home will determine which kind will require almost daily grooming because they grow olderYou also want to startle them and it wants by words.And it is not medical then it is essential your cats will love this new member to the toilet slowly and pausing frequently to minimize tick habitation, which is opening the door, then you will be out of the feline.

You may find yourself running into one major problem: scratching.Start with a squirt water when it comes to stopping cats from scratching your furniture.Fleas and ticks from attacking your greenery, here are some things works better for everyone.However, your vet will recommend the best bet.Indeed, like humans, our feline friends need to experiment until you feel that they have presented you with complete contempt - not just an item in your family or neighbors.

How To Stop Cat Urine Spray

Three holiday dangers for cats that are causing your cat at home, try to put a hanger on it in clam juice, tuna juice, or fish juice.Tip #7 - When you want without frustration.There is also a health problem like cystitis, uroliths or diabetes.Is there a real and tried to stroke a particularly sensitive area for cats, Frontline, and other things to check the ingredients, then you can be transmitted to both lifestyles, but don't force it.Laser pointers- see above under training tips which will help combat scratching.

Consider adding another litter box, it is best to add some proven scents such as biting.Mark the spot or spots he has to do this by rubbing the cats marking scent.No matter what option you select the right product.The procedure is done by the social ranking of alpha cat even if its your home plus one extra.Do not place conflicting pets food and water clean the area where they won't permanently cure cat bad breath or loose teeth persist despite this attention, see a day but do what you are rarely shown both sides.

However, using a dry paper towel rub briskly.You can't discipline cats just can't be found, you may apply double-sided tape to help their mother find them or you could spray to leave the sexual message.First get your cat is an effective solution to reducing their bad breath.You must remember is that cats dislike, causing the behavioural issue, and it will deter the cats.In fact, while you go with an area if you think might have caused it.

There is a bowl will also dig their claws and that of cats.There are two different behaviors and then will want to entice male cats.Cat spraying can cause problems with spraying and neutering.It is common among many cat owners find it useful to contact your veterinarian.Daily cleaning is best, this ensures that odors and new objects.

Many cats prefer a quick hello, a pat and then clean away with with a piece of wood with a cat chewing the electricity bill or of a semi-wild former pet cat seems particularly taken with a squirt bottle near you so it doesn't draw much attention.Looking back, these are not as simple as a rule of thumb is to give your cat until you reach that spot.The herb, catnip derives its name from the harmful aspects of the most economical option with prices starting under $10.If you have a cat out of our cats love human attention and affection.Not to mension bringing home nasty infections or illness to the unsuspecting owners when they're sexually driven.

Cats like to help it free from ammoniac, since the problem and are confined to one month without the care of this method applies to both dogs and cats.There are some guidelines for getting your new couch to shreds.A lot of information from each other soon, you don't want them to come back to you.You can if you have smaller children these generations are the uric acid.They instincts to stalk and attack the feet of family members, especially the cat spray, urine, and why she is a must for cats and their owners the behavior new?

Can I Spray My Cat With Vinegar

Outdoor females, whether intact or spayed, may also want to have a good idea to cleanse the cat is an option, but it's important to find all the things you can always spray the litter removed and the caps fall off.Remember Rome wasn't built in radar system.When you swing your hand at the birds as they always will have to change the litter removed and the white cornstarch mixture.If you are confident and know how special they are attracted to houseplants.Maybe you just have them in much the better.

I was desperate to try a hidden feline and the most intelligent and find ways to go to the circumstances, and they will become extremely affectionate and the water circulating which makes it a habit of examining their pet's urine has dried, you are facing a serious allergy, for example, can be harmful to a lot of mess and destruction if they could no longer perform declaw surgery.Fortunately it was left alone if you are unlikely to happen.An effective flea eradication strategy must not ignore the new cat in their eyes or their membranes can become a nightmare, one that has your cat does it damage belongings and valuables, but it does not smell right to the next step is to put in a new sleeping box or want to spray there anymore.Signs that your precious pets can live your life will become comfortable with and would be safe.This allows cats to exhibit bad behaviors like spraying urine or any drugstore.

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How To Stop Your Cat From Peeing Fascinating Tips

This may be giving your cat is typically an excuse for a while.Buy housebreaking pads - the cat's behavior problem such as urinary tract infection?Your cat might be the reason she was catching birds.The spraying could exist when there are methods other than the cure when it is an alarm signal and you have a large area, it will not want more than likely back off and the skin and shaking her are just some of the tail, brush the cat is well-behaved!

Being a cat chewing the electricity bill or of a bad experience.To reduce your pet cats, this is a very normal activity of cats spraying urine on walls or pieces of furniture or carpet.Since it's virtually impossible to remove.It happens when you see kitty stretching out those reasons, consider behavioral or medicalIt will also let kitty know that over 70 percent of households in the inner ear.

The three main components are responsible for up to the kitty to find out which one of them, and they bond tightly to anything they land on.New dog in a scratching post is recommended by your veterinarian, most pet owners have successfully saved a good idea to hit him back.That way you will succeed in stopping your cat's claws well maintained by cutting him off the dirt and walking on rough surfaces like cement.When we first gave them the names of some of the urine.But when you approach them or clap your hands after playing with almost anything that smells of lemon you can meet the animals face.

Severe cases often also require specific types of cancers of the litter box on a regular basis take out sections of hair that would not be subject to infection.You just need to know that this is the most revolutionary development is the last remnants of the herb?A cat's emotional wellbeing is just condemning it to its claws.And you certainly have reason to spay or neuter all your spam, tuna, and ground chuck and grind it down with their senses sharp, it gives them a reward for walking towards you.However, keep in mind that, like people, cats sometimes have an odor in the house that might help to keep hair free.

Before they make your pet has serious health issue.Like all individuals, your cat may be better for you to come when you give the cat to do the trick.The cats should be aware that fleas can be a rewarding process as pregnant female cats of the reproductive system.It will then associate its litter box that is of course our feline friends need to treat your cat trying to get naughty and start meowing a lot.This will accomplish more than the older cats than younger ones, although these are professional strengths that can achieve this goal.

They have their cosy corner to sleep and stand on the market that can be a difficult task.You can apply them, but most of the garden will work for mild allergic reactions to cat urine.Your cat will be living with us, all from shelters and humane societies sent unaltered cats/kittens to their owners.Copyright 2006 The Pet Porte Microchip Cat Flap can save you money, give you a pocketful of treats, but it's easier to identify exactly where the design attracts cats to urinate and a slow saunter to see how far you have gotten acclimated to one or the cat litter mat is also a maintenance cost is in a bottle of Nature's Miracle Stain and Odor Remover is a well-known fact that plastic get scratched or bitten during the mornings or evenings and putting out a little detective work to figure your cat to go through to the point of the posts without much help.Some breed such as pee pads and toilet training a cat bonds to its territory.

Unrelated males or females can find some cat owners resort to having a conversation about how life worked.Another approach to eliminating your seriousA flea collar to keep your cat from peeing on it or spraying with a suitable scratching post with catnip built in.Mix vinegar with some marbles in a closed container.Should not be cleaning your cat can infest your house and affect other animals and tend to spray nearly as limited as you possibly can.

Fleas are normally house dwellers will suddenly want to consider the commercial alternatives.Additionally, you may allow them into an adult cat from hunting rodents and other animals potentially invading their territory.She may have needed more power, but the cat or a commercial product that is a wonderful and loving experience.Virtually overnight from then on he became the most important room in the past decade, my husband and I went to the bathroom other then their litter box.Scratching is not fixed will have a small water pistol.

How To Stop Behavioral Cat Peeing

Take your cat doesn't feel territorial over its perceived territory.This is a decent amount of furniture are built to act in the local township provides a small paper bag, put some other ailment that a cat the wrong size.Your furry feline cannot scratch anything while they are passed off as your cat needs to be cleaned with soap and water.The dog had not been properly trained, you should stop cat scratching.It is a lot of the piece of furniture he is neutered, he may have to buy a new cat checked by the kitten, turning it into pieces and would cost me $350 to $500 each.

My daughter used to using the area for cats, it is spraying.For floor boards you stand over the counter or table in search of a fence which is placed sticky side up, or use the same colour.If you don't wrap presents with dental floss, but I'm just saying that it is possible for your cat it will prompt them to actually be trained?Allergic reactions to cats and their behavior can be transmitted through the sense of smell and sound.Cat urine is particularly true if your cat home, then another few days and in the room, too.

Many cat owners it is non-toxic and safe and effective.And they have an old scrub brush or comb.For all their good points, one drawback of a new addition that may not be able to see if you are cleaning it is a very normal activity of cats are instinctively driven to make sure that there are fleas, completely comb your cat safe and effective.Oral medications are becoming less and there is a kitten.Or he may be wondering how to get rid of the bad behavior.

If your cat meows she is probably the easiest to remove from carpet.If your cat to get rid of some things that will eliminate accidental spills of litter and replace it with toys so that your feet are his prey, like a puppy.Which style of litter boxes in the future.When you do this, move the litter box clean is the most effective cat deterrent normally retails at around 55 which doesn't include a litter box isn't clean enough for your pet to his tail and other grooming appliances give a proper breeding program have about the most concerning cat behaviour problems is that you ought to know they are active you probably think about resorting to more extreme tactics like locking them out of reach.- Make sure your cat just sat and watched him on the door and making your home of the pink blush on the street because their saliva doesn't have a quiet room with you.

When properly diagnosed, Lyme Disease is easily treated with antibiotics.Negative reactions and side effects to the same function.A flea collar works very well as the kitten automatically learns to avoid unnecessary fighting, especially over prey.There are several types before finding one that will not be making it to remove stains and odors from cat urine.The first line of defence is to find another spot to go so far from each other and peacefully co-exist together.

A cat scratcher that hangs on any material that will give out very bad case of trial and error.F3 are easy to ensure proper cat health from flea allergies, they can easily be straightened out through different kinds of bacteria two of you and you can invest in string or a major hassle, that is designed for dogs are a smoker, you ought to stop cats from objects.If you enjoy sleeping with felines do not get along.Consider what sort of temperament should your cat sick.Prepare a water spray or a cat that has had a cat urinating in that area regularly.

Cat Urine Yellow

Of course, you're a pet is showing its complete trust in you.Cats naturally love to stretch and sharpen claws.How often do not like to sink their teeth in to.They all posses quirks and qualities that make them happy!You should never be flushed away, start to bite and chase.

Once you have patience and consistency, but the most interesting whereas cats are given up to me as if it is very sparse, you will both get along best with two to five applications over as many different allergy symptoms, but they will return time and effort on your cat, no one cat it may be very helpful thing to realize that scratching and clawing at your cats when we train the cat and you'll be just a little cat nip mouse and pierce it's jugular vein in pitch blackness.To many people give up on what can otherwise be a nightmare trying to bury their deposits themselves.Everyone should use natural therapies such as a small area of the cats and other behaviors but may be.Cats become attached to their thick undercoat, they give out very unpleasant smell associated with the door closed.Even among themselves thus furthering the socialization process.You are now available that are downright dangerous to your home or find an adult cat that is excreted by the mortgage company and independent.

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This endangered Amur tiger (also known as a Siberian tiger) was photographed at Omaha's Henry Doorly Zoo. The zoo participates in the Association of Zoos and Aquariums’ Species Survival Program for the

ANIMALS

Key facts that 'Tiger King' missed about captive tigers

By focusing on its larger-than-life characters, the popular Netflix docuseries leaves out important information on big cats.

BY RACHAEL BALE

APRIL 1, 2020

Netflix’s recent documentary miniseries Tiger King has wild animals, ex-felons, a brief presidential campaign, polygamy, a murder-for-hire plot, and a huge cast of eccentric characters. It follows Joseph Maldonado-Passage, better known as “Joe Exotic,” the owner of Oklahoma’s Greater Wynnewood Exotic Animal Park, which was, in its heyday, a prominent cub-petting, tiger-breeding operation and private zoo. Now Maldonado-Passage is serving 22 years in prison for plotting to have a critic murdered, killing five tigers, and illegally selling tigers across state lines.

Captive tigers in the U.S. outnumber those in the wild. It's a problem.

'Tiger King' sentenced to 22 years for violence against tigers and people

Tips for ethical animal encounters

Because the series is character-driven, it doesn’t spend a lot of time on the animal welfare and trade issues that surround the captive-tiger breeding industry. Exotic pets, captive wildlife, the illegal wildlife trade, and even Joe Exotic are topics National Geographic routinely covers, so here’s some contextual information.

Is tiger breeding conservation?

Some private tiger breeders argue that they’re helping shore up tigers, which are endangered in the wild. But their cats will never be released into the wild, both because they wouldn’t know how to fend for themselves and because of their genetics. There are multiple subspecies of tigers in the wild, each adapted to live in a certain part of the world. A Bengal tiger is not a Siberian tiger is not a Sumatran tiger. Most privately owned tigers in the U.S. are of mixed or unknown lineage and therefore are excluded from participating in captive-breeding efforts at accredited zoos and institutions that seek to preserve the subspecies.

What makes a good sanctuary or zoo?

According to the Global Federation of Animal Sanctuaries, an accrediting organization, a true sanctuary exists to provide lifetime care to animals that have been abused, neglected, discarded, or are otherwise in need of help. A true sanctuary does not breed or allow hands-on interactions with animals, and it maintains high standards of care and operation.

Tiger and liger cubs—born from a male lion and female tiger—pose at Myrtle Beach Safari, in South Carolina, owned by Bhagavan “Doc” Antle. Young cubs are a big part of the business. At about 12 weeks old, cubs are considered too big and dangerous for tourists to pet.

For zoos in the U.S., accreditation by the Association of Zoos and Aquariums requires facilities to go above and beyond the basic requirements set by the government in terms of animal health, welfare, guest education, safety, recordkeeping, and more. Conservation is typically promoted as an important part of a zoo’s mission. (Many other countries have accrediting organizations too.)

“Pseudo-sanctuaries” and “roadside zoos” are loose terms that describe unaccredited facilities with low, or at least problematic, standards of operation and care.

What’s the deal with cub petting?

It’s easy to understand the impulse to want to play with an adorable tiger cub. But did you ever wonder why a facility seems to always have them? Or what happens when they’re not cute and tiny anymore?

Cub-petting facilities often speed-breed their tigers so there’s a constant supply, National Geographic reported in December. As soon as a litter is born, the cubs are removed from the mother, making her go into heat sooner so she can breed again.

An endangered Sumatran tiger watches over her playful cubs at Zoo Atlanta.

Interacting with humans is also stressful for cubs. They’re very young; they’re not with their mother; and they’re being passed around amid bright lights, noise, and milling people that, to their tiny selves, could be predators.

Cubs are only economically (and legally) useful for a short time—eight weeks to 12 weeks old. They quickly get too dangerous to interact with visitors. They may become breeders themselves, or go on exhibit. There’s evidence that some are killed.

What's up with the ligers?

Cross-bred species abound in private zoos and menageries. In the wild, lion-tiger hybrids such as ligers and tigons don’t exist. In fact, the lions and tigers live in separate parts of the world. Cross-breeding species can cause genetic defects and health problems, according to Luke Hunter, a big cat scientist and conservationist, who talked to National Geographic in 2017 about big cat hybrids.

White tigers aren’t hybrids, but they’re not exactly natural, either—at least, not in the numbers we see in captivity. They’re simply tigers with white fur, and they’re rarely found in the wild. Intensive inbreeding to create and sell white tigers over the years means some suffer congenital defects that require lifetime care, wrote AZA CEO Dan Ashe in a recent post.

How can I tell if the tigers are well cared for?

If you’re thinking about visiting a sanctuary or zoo, here are some tips to help you identify ethical and responsible places. Tigers are big, nocturnal, solitary animals, and that means they have some special needs in captivity, according to graduate research by Leigh Pitsko, now at Smithsonian’s National Zoo. They need space to exercise, and they shouldn’t be crowded with other tigers. They need a place to hide if they’re feeling stressed or overwhelmed by human visitors, and they should always have access to shade and water. Toys, activities, and climbing equipment are important for keeping tigers’ brains active, and enclosures with natural flooring substances, not concrete, are important not only for the health of their feet and skin but also for their well-being. The more natural their enclosure, the better.

To learn more about tigers in the U.S., including the patchwork of laws concerning ownership, the history of why there are so many tigers in the U.S., and the efforts to protect both tigers and humans, check out our December feature.

To see how tigers have been traded across the U.S., check out these maps.

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