#or theyre breeding for faults

[bas-rouge]

Carolina Dogs are so interesting. The person who had the one I posted also has another (altered female). I learnt so much about how they're working to preserve the breed and the history of the breed, what they look for for breeding stock and what they aim for. That dog had an incredible temperament (so sweet, so polite) and was just beautiful to watch. Very interesting stuff.

[bringcal]

This was inspired due to wolfertinger666's post I've just reblogged, and will be a long one, but bare with me here.

I been on the internet like way too long and too young for my age, and I never understood spreading callouts. I don't think I ever have in my life. Before I even understood them as a tool used to socially kill trans people and push an agenda of anti-queerness, I always just thought the contents tended to be stupid, and vast majority of callouts often like to use different manipulation and deception tactics that the average person can easily be manipulated by. I think most abuse survivors can agree with me here that they have at least seen one callout in their lives where they have read and easily recognized what the person spreading the callout was doing was emotional manipulation.

I have always been that person who reaches out to the person subject of the callout to help them, and I've always been disgusted in the anti-critical thinking and pro-harassment sentiments surrounding callouts, because those are the exact same things that I've been subject to after being in an abusive relationship online.

When I talk to people victims of callouts, they often have the same fears as I do due to me being in an abusive relationship: Paranoia people are stalking you, not feeling safe to share anything, having to change identities to get away from the harassment, etc. And thats because people who make callouts and create harassment mobs use the same abuse tactics. I had to delete all my accounts, change names, interests, and stay off the internet for months to try and get away from my abuser, because he would stalk me and get others to do the same, and convinced everyone that I was the one being shitty. I stayed paranoid, and sometimes still do, that I will be "found" and messaged again even though its been 6 years since we broke up.

When you have experience yourself in this sort of thing, you realize people who change their identities to get away from callouts aren't trying to "get away" due to nefarious reasons. they just want to live and grow, they want an actual support system and to be better, and never consented to their faults being publicized, and a lot of the time their faults being put on them have never even happened, or are blown out of proportion. It started to click when you realize callouts often try their best to dehumanize the person at hand, and really try to hammer in the " born inherently evil" or "too far gone" point to get people to socially outcast their victims. It often works even with people who would normally be against that sort of thing, I notice a lot of people end up deleting the callout they helped spread later saying they don't actually care or realize how ridiculous the op is being, without realizing the op still got what they wanted. Callouts only spread if theyre able to get you to that " reactionary " level of emotion to manipulate you to just doing anything.

People don't realize that the thing theyre doing actually has lasting effects on the other person. The thing you reblog that you care about for 2 days and then forget will follow the other person forever, because TERFs and Kiwifarms motherfuckers are a different breed of passionate for harassment. My IRL bestfriend I've known for a decade has a girlfriend who made a joke 6 years ago that went viral that everyone took seriously and she still, to this day, gets messages harassing her. The joke wasnt even offensive or directed at anyone, people literally just hated her because she was a communist.

So anyways, I don't like callout posts and neither should you. Make no exception. Literally just keep it to yourself and gossip with friends. Reactionary harassment campaigns do nothing. You're one "fuck up" or one "walking into the wrong person" to getting one yourself. Don't allow callout makers to turn your brain off.

[carnivorousyandeere]

Hmmm imagine darling helping yan push out eggs but before theyre all out gets aroused again and fucks more into them

You hadn’t exactly jumped at the chance to stuff someone full of your eggs the first time.

It was a strenuous process, and moreover, an extremely intimate and vulnerable process for you and your species. But, of course, your yan and your hormones conspired against you, their body welcoming you in so deliciously, their eyes rolling back into their head with the press of each egg as they deliriously begged you to knock them up.

Knock them up you had.

For days after, they took every chance they got to mention how full and round they were, with your eggs. How they felt so warm and happy, knowing they would get to raise your children. Pulling your hand to feel the bump in their stomach, smiling at you with dewy eyes, pleading for you to cuddle with them and bring them food at all hours of the day and night…

Eventually, of course, they had to lay the eggs too— and they begged for your help, your touch, to get them through it. After all, these were your eggs, so wasn’t it kind of your fault and responsibility now?

( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )

CW: oviposition, eggpreg, laying eggs, some sadism/masochism, breeding

You grit your teeth as your yan squirms in your hold, fighting down your own lust. You know it’s not right, they have to lay the eggs, they can’t hold them inside forever— but something in you wishes they could, insists that they can. The exhausted slump of your yan’s body and the sweat slicking their feverish skin, don’t help. the wet sounds each egg makes as they push it out, accompanied by their own piteous, pained whines, help even less.

You can’t help it when your ovipositor peeks out in interest the more they writhe and cling to you. You can’t help wanting to change positions, watching their puffy hole stretch and strain around your egg, muscles fighting to force it out— and you certainly can’t help it when your curiosity leads you to push it back in, just to see what happens— and your yan’s eyes roll back into their head, body spasming as they cum all over themselves.

You shove your fingers deeper and let them still, waiting for your yan to come back to. They gasp in the aftershocks of the unexpected orgasm, hole fluttering madly around your fingers even as the rest of their body lays limp. Their eyes are hazy when they meet yours, desire and apprehension mixed together. It breaks something inside you.

“P-please,” they whine, “‘s too much, it hurts… need to, to lay them, please… you— you said you would h-help.”

“And you said you wanted these inside you, begged me for them… and now you just want to get rid of them, like they’re nothing?” You mock, scissoring your fingers, working to push the egg back even deeper inside. Your yan lets out a warbling breath, unable to breathe deeply enough to moan.

Your ovipositor aches between your legs. You can feel more eggs deep inside you, needing to be laid soon anyway. Why waste a perfectly warm, wet hole just because it’s already half-full of your eggs? Your yan’s breath hitches even further when your fingers slide out of them, only to feel the head of your ovipositor against them.

They choke on another half-moan, squirming weakly. You can’t tell if they’re trying to get away or beg for more, the only things they seem to remember how to say being your name and the word “please.”

You flip them over and pull their hips up, sliding into them and hissing from the warmth. They’re feverish, hotter than you’ve ever felt before. You slide in and out experimentally, but they don’t need to be opened up nearly as much as the first time. Your eggs had stretched them out— the thought of their hole stretched around your eggs makes you twitch inside them, and your yan whines even more pathetically.

They cry out more and more with every thrust, with every new egg you press into them. They cum over and over again without you even touching them in the front, tears streaming down their face at the burn and stretch of their hole and stomach. You curl around them, rubbing their stomach as you feel it stretch with each new egg, this clutch bigger than the last even without your older eggs already inside them. Your yan goes fully limp under you as they cry from the pleasure-pain.

“You wanted this— wanted me, my eggs— stop crying and— and fucking take it,” you growl in their ear.

All they can do is whine, weakly rolling their hips back against yours.

[weirdfreakshow]

I'm still thinking about the gempearl rape stuff. so!

what about fox!gem with her own cute knotted cock, who gets so horribly turned on during breeding season that she's been locked away in her boat all day humping at her pillows, absolutely feral, needy, a complete mess. and pearl, being her kind and caring friend, who comes to check on her. who gets jumped as soon as gem hears her voice, and wastes no time in pushing pearl down, in ripping her post uniform. in fucking Pearl, teeth clamped on her shoulder. maybe even drawing a little blood she's biting her so hard, fucking her with wreckless abandon. and pearl doesn't want to hurt gem, begs her to stop, but gem is too far gone for it to matter. just driving herself into pearl over and over again, growling while she slams her knot home, pumping pearl full of cum like pearls just her breeding bitch and can only sit there under her and sob as she's filled up.

maybe she even cums from getting knotted, and has to deal with the humiliation of it. was it really rape if she came from it? could she ever tell anyone about it? would anyone believe her? gem was feral, out of her mind. can gem really be blamed? really, pearl should have known better than to come to her base when she did, it's pearls fault

-🎸🌻

I LOVE THISSS literally living rent free in my head. Uggh. I keep thinking about Gem biting Pearl so hard it pierces skin, tightening her jaw even more as she's getting close to cumming,,, and the aftermath of it, her dislodging her teeth from her shoulder, maybe licking somewhat "apologetically" as she pants, tired and content with getting to knot and breed Pearl exactly like she needed to do ... Absolutely blissful, while Pearl lies there, also tired, cunt full and eyes watery. Maybe sniffling quietly

It's really interesting to think it from the perspective of instincts, would other (morally dubious) hybrids defend Gem? Would people understand that theyre difficult to control? Poor little gem, must feel so bad about raping her friend ! What an unfortunate circumstance !

[yippeeometer]

u said send u ships so I offer IndiBama if u have anything

indi is my beautiful little princess i want nothing more than for him to be happy. however it is not my fault his taste in men is godawful so we'll just have to work with what we have.

i just think neither of them are particularly functional so it would take the combined efforts of the west, south and midwest to force them together and it would still take months.

bama could be on one knee proposing and indi would still be texting illi like 'r u sure he likes me'. indi could be like 'i need u carnally' and bama would still relay it back to tenn and geo like it was just a normal conversation between friends.

they have so many bets on when they'll actually get together and they always go wrong. the Great Easter Crisis of Ohio being when they found indi and bama all curled up together and ohio thought he'd finally won the bet, only for indi to say 'were such best friends' and him to lose his shit.

oh and when they do get together. dear god they become worse. theyre the most insufferable couple youve ever met i mean that.

like misery comes to indi upset about his most recent situationship. indi its just like oh.... have u tried telling him ur sad.... forgetting of course that not everyone has the gift of magical puppy eyes and a weak boyfriend. misery is unable to contain himself

and thats why theyre disgustingly healthy in a world full of lunatics screaming and yelling at each other. indi says whatever he wants and bama just goes w it bc his boyfriend is super cool who's he to bring a king down.

and i think the toxic masculinity u built there will be breaking soon pal. bama thinks hes well adjusted until indi calls him pretty one time and he has to go lie down in a dark room for a while to recover

super insanley healthy behavior it makes me unwell. theres communication and everything. theyre a rare breed in the world of the statehouse considering everyone else is commicating through petty revenge and attacks.

like they suddenly have been married 80 years? and theyre making pie? what the fuck is this

[enthusedbambi-jjba-au]

Monster AU - Hybridisation Fundamentals

This might be a relatively short one. There are few hybrids confirmed to speak of.

Generally, most hybrids would be what you'd expect—offspring of a monster (a.k.a. cryptian) and a human. Hybrids of this sort are typically referred to as 'half-(X)', with the human half being implied, since humans are more-or-less the dominant (or at least most prevalent) species in most places. Hybrid is the general term referring to any kind, but as a whole, hybrids are also sometimes called things like 'middies', 'halfies', 'combos', and, often more derogatorily, 'half-breeds', and 'amalgams'.

When there's a hybrid of more than two creatures, they can be referred to as 'part-(X)'.

In some cases, when only one parent's species is known / identified, I've used the suffix '-ling' to indicate being the offspring of something—e.g., the child of a demon with an unspecified other parent may be a Demonling or Dämonling. In theory, this could also be used for other similar situations, but I've only thus far used it for the aforementioned Dämonling. It's almost a synonym for 'cambion', but dämonling basically just means 'demon-spawn' in general; whereas a 'cambion' is defined as being a hybrid of specifically a demon and a human and no it's not specifically a(n) suc/incubus, it's just any human-demon offspring. This INCLUDES, but is not LIMITED to, individuals who are half concubus. and also can people PLEASE stop treating cambions like it's somehow their fault they were born ? yes even the concubi cambion. sure there are a lot of cases in which the circumstances of their existence are reprehensible but it's literally not their fault. like. they didn't fucking ask to be born??? and theyre not inherently dangerous so stop jumping to conclusions??

Anyway, hybrids between a human and cryptian (sometimes called 'humons', 'halfmen' (gender neutral), or 'the consequences of monsterfuckery') will typically inherit many traits and capabilities of their inhuman parent (in essence, human characteristics are much more likely to be 'recessive'). However, any powers they may attain are generally only about half as powerful, with their weaknesses also often being about halfway diminished. The way hybridisation manifests can vary on a case-by-case basis, but you are likely to find human-monster hybrids being more humanoid than their cryptian parent but still with many of the inhuman traits. Hybrids between two cryptians are much more varied, generally pretty rare between less humanoid monsters and can't be generalised; for the most part, though, they conceptually fall somewhere along the same lines as human-cryptian hybrids.

Genetics isn't my area of expertise, so explaining the relationship between human genes and monster genes in terms of dominance/recessiveness is pretty hard. Plus, it's foolish to generalise genetics through all cryptianity!

Hybrids also typically have a combined feel to their aura, integrating the metaphysical texture of both parents' auras. A cryptian's aura is usually significantly more potent than a human's, and a hybrid is usually somewhere in the middle. Being a Stand User will also affect one's aura.

There are, however, some hybrids that are irregular. or Giorno Giovanna.

The main irregularity is overruling or dual species, which cannot technically be just 'part' or 'half'. In particular, there aren't really any 'half-werewolves' or 'half-lycans' and so forth.

While lycanthropy (and other forms of zooanthropy) can be genetically inherited and lycanthropes can have children with non-humans as well as humans, lycanthropy is very complicated. A traditional lycanthrope (werewolf) is a human who turns into a wolf under the full moon, but that means that they are, technically, still a human (most of the time). In this sense, lycanthropy is moreso akin to a genetic mutation like albinism.

What I mean to say is, whilst 'lycanthrope' is technically its own classification of species (I need to establish the difference between different kinds, lest people keep calling them all werewolves—they're not all werewolves and werewolf logic does not apply to all lycanthropes), to be defined as a lycanthrope, the individual in question must be something else that transforms into a lycanthropic/lupomorphic form. All lycanthropes are also something else (same goes for other zooanthropes for their respective animals).

Lycanthropy is not exclusive to humans, though human lycanthropes are the most commonly known. The child of two human lycanthropes will also be human - and, bizarrely (though rarely, perhaps), might not inherit the lycanthropy, resulting in a normal human child. (I keep thinking about one dominant allele and one recessive allele but it just doesn't track).

Meanwhile, the child of a human (or any other) lycanthrope and an inhuman (whether another lycanthrope or not) will follow the same rules as a typical hybrid of their sort, and their species would be classified accordingly, but if they inherit the lycanthropy, they will be a lycanthrope as well no matter what. They will either be called a lycanthrope, or their other species can be used as a modifier before it, resulting in classifications such as 'demonic lycanthrope' or 'half-vampiric lycanthrope' (yes, contrary to some beliefs, it's not impossible for vampires to also be werewolves. The world just isn't ready for that talk I guess. There are so many kinds of sanguisuges and lycanthropes they are not all incompatible with each other).

And then there's Giorno. Giorno Giovanna. Infamously a triple hybrid (at least!) (come to think of it, it might not be the best idea to reveal his whole name) whose aura is - as a result - 'a terror' and 'atrocious'. Giorno is presumably part-human (with an infusion of ethereal Entity), but he's also unquestionably part sanguisuge (vampire) and, apparently, somehow... part... Gentry? I want to refer to this hybridisation, despite the human part, as a Faepyre, because it sounds cool however there is a chance i may get got for doing so. His aura is very intense and imposing due to the chaos. Being a hybrid of a vampire (you'd have to assume Sanguinarius saxeus, based on his parentage, but a lot of his traits seem 'traditional', whatever he is) and Gentry, he's quite incredibly powerful, but not as powerful as a being wholly of either kind would be. However, as aforementioned, he's blessed (figuratively, FIGURATIVELY) thusly with heavily diminished weaknesses, which is very lucky because a lot of traditional non-Italian-born vampire weaknesses seem to be just, like, being in Italy.

Being part-vampire comes with the desperate craving to drink blood but typically the lack of necessity to do so. He doesn't appear in silver-backed mirrors. Being part-Gentry comes with potential nearly beyond human comprehension, magic of influence, and Glamour... as well as a slight iron allergy... He has also claimed he is unable to be baptised due to 'medical reasons' and gets very offended if anyone asks him to clarify.

There are also 'pseudo-hybrids' as well, beings whose species are themselves a 'hybrid'. These are called 'chimera' or 'chimeric species'. For one example: Sphinxes (Tiziano Vecellio (will i get my ass kicked for putting his actual name here?) is a Sphinx & the only one I happen to have 'encountered' thus far).

Sphinxes are, mythologically, hybrid creatures with the bodies of lions, wings of raptors (most often eagles) and heads of humans, meaning the species as a whole is 'hybrid', but the individuals are not necessarily hybrid. Actually, when it comes to chimeras, there generally are no partial-chimeras. Especially when it comes to chimera with a human component. You don't really get 'half' of something when that something is already 'half'. In particular, the offspring of a human and a sphinx would be considered a full sphinx. There's a bit of a grey area on satyrs or fauns, and minotaurs have a complicated hybridisation, but if we're talking centaurs or some shit, you can't really go halfway with that. I guess it's sort of because the shape defines the species, or something like that.

(Also worth noting is that the term Sphinx may be more suited to indicate a family or genus than an actual species (this also applies to some other species, but taxonomy is a story for a different time); there are different (though not many) kinds of Sphinx species or subspecies with differing traits; without getting too far off track, Sphinxes as a collective over time seemed to trend towards being bipedal and more humanoid (hence Tiziano being more humanoid than leonine)).

Aquatic hybrids are actually surprisingly common, probably because it's remarkably easy for half-maricrypts to not know that they aren't fully human. Many seafolk hybrids are amphibicrypts—they have a land form and an aquatic / swim form. As they are typically born outside of the water (and unions between humans and seafolk are famously not very happy), they may live their entire lives in their land form. Unless fully submerged in water, there's generally nothing that would blatantly bring them to realise that they're amphibious, especially if their supernatural parentage is hidden from them (selkies and merrow have been known to fall victim to these behaviours as they are relatively easy to 'trap' on land). They often feel a pull towards the sea or the ocean, but in a lot of cases, they don't transform noticeably simply from being exposed to water; in these cases, it's often being submerged fully to where breathing oxygen is not an option—the body instinctively breathes through the gills (all fish-based seafolk have them!) and that generally pushes the body to transform. But how often does that happen? Fairly infrequently. Because it's easy for them to not know they're amphibicrypts, and, thus, they live their entire lives terrestrially, they're also more likely to have offspring with humans and pass the trait on to their offspring, so a lot of people could have genetically buried, watered-down (hah!) seafolk genes and not even know.

[lionews]

To everyone wondering what happened to Anaraktu:

#304120 bought an 11 year old, 2 heats left tigon from them. The original trade name was “11yo tigon, 2 heats left”. In the description or trade name, it never mentioned clean tigon ANYWHERE which should be a hint to the buyer it isnt clean. Ana told me the buyer bougth it IN FEBRUARI for 10 Buffy Balls. Which back in februari was a fair trade.

the person was whining in chat about the tigon being dirty and old, which was no secret in the trade, BEFORE even breeding the tigon. They called Anaraktu a scammer, and other people went along, calling her an asshole and scammer too. Now yesterday Anaraktu brought up the topic of being unfairly called a scammer, and the same person who called Ana a scammer the day before went on about “she wasnt scamming its my fault, bla bla”. The buyer also failed to mention in chat when accusing that the tigons trade name was 11 and were fully aware it was old when they bought her, and that they bought her in feb. So when they said i paid …gb in items for it, it was in feb, when the items were worth less then that. But still claimed it was overpaying and unfair. And people accused Anaraktu of a scammer because of that. It turns out, the person buying the old dirty tigon had twin gons born from her yesterday too. So all this hate and false accusations were totally unnecessary and unfair to Anaraktu, because since the cubs have been born theyre all lovey dovey and nice again about the gon and Ana. Luckily there were people defending Anaraktu and saying its the buyers fault, and not a scam.

So Anaraktu wasn’t a scammer nor an asshole, because the buyer knew it was old and if they checked the herritage that it was dirty, turns out they didn’t which was their own fault, because Anaraktu never claimed it was clean nor young.

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[saltminerising]

i genuinely love the male snapper pose and while i can see huge flaws with it i would explode into one hungillian pieces if they changed it. the front face gives me a lot of room to put some interesting body horror accents on it, and the silhouette is so cool and distinct. i dont fault anyone for disliking it, it’s an acquired taste, but i do think that..dare i say…some people ignore snappers because theyre Fat? not everyone ofc, and you dont need to defend your hatred of snappers and how youd love a fat breed if they werent snaps, but it’s pretty telling when i look at someones lair and all their dragons are.. yknow.. \ / \ / skydancers (those are skydancers \ /)

it makes me worried because i do think a lot of fr players dont know what they want and can come off as hypocritical. a lot. like some people ive seen will hiss and shit on the lightning breed but then also talk about how ugly bogsneaks and snappers are like..! those are The Most Unique just because we only have two low hanging dragons. (three if you think about coatls. i guess. : >—< )

so interested in what the fr community wants from a fat breed. maybe its just because bogs and snaps are both very rugged and we dont have a soft looking fat guy. cloud ? cloud fat guy?

[fagcrisis]

i feel like electric scooters have been irresponsibly bred in cities, i understand that theyre an easy solution to the last mile problem but i think letting them free roam is simply not good for the ecosystem!! bikes are skittish but they can become agressive when their territory and grazing areas are encroached upon, and because electric scooters are all bred in captivity unlike regular scooters, they lack the instict to leave way for bikes in their lanes as well as not being able to recognize the common ways bikes communicate with each other

and obviously this is not really the fault of electric scooter breeders but theyre also a lot more susceptible to being hunted by cars due to as i mentioned already, being bred in captivity and lacking the prey instincts that bikes have developed. while cars have become an invasive species in urban ecosystems smaller prey animals such as bikes (while they are opportunistic carnivores their main diet consists of urban trash) and skateboards, as well as regular scooters (although they are sadly a rare creature to see nowadays) have managed to adjust to the behaviour of the increased presence of these large predators

all in all i think electric scooters should be kept indoors while still young and street trained when theyre old enough to be let out safely. large fleets of rentable escooters on the streets are simply unethical, and it is cruel to the animals because theyre unable to fend for themselves and hunt for the small insects they need for sustenance. we need to promote more responsible electric scooter ownership and lobby corporations that breed them only to let them roam in the street becoming feral

[elephant-in-the-pride-parade]

⭐️Star ⭐️

I think I'll dust off Eden's Deception for this one.

So what you'd never know about Eden's Deception is this story actually went through three drafts.

2018 - The romantic fluff fest hyperfocused on a J/C romance in their scifi "Garden of Eden" on my first rewatch of the series as a 25 y.o. i felt absolutely cheated and teased by the romantic undertones that this episode failed to fulfill. the first draft was wish fulfillment where they frollicked around new earth falling in love, but it kept getting disrupted by my impulse to write scenes with some very intense melancholy about being stranded. Think one second theyre cuddling on a home made couch making out and the next Kathryn is somberly assessing what would happen when one of the died and how she would bury his body all alone by herself. really sad shit. kept breaking the romantic story i had envisioned.

That first draft stalled completely when the romantic fantasy plot peaked at an accidental pregnancy. I was watching Call the Midwife at the same time (hollar at all the ways pregnancy can go wrong for older women with limited resources and no medical care) and I just could not figure out how to move forward with the romantic fluff tone when i had just put my character in this situation of functionally mortal peril. I put the draft down and had a long re-think.

2020: The second draft was a Viidian organ farm horror fic. Mid pandemic. I was very isolated. dark thoughts abounded. and I like everyone else got a crash course in virus behavior from the wall to wall news coverage. So I rewatched resolutions again and this time rather than the lack of romance it was the bullshit virus that needled me. Why had a virus that affected spacefarers evolved on a planet with no space faring civilization? Why was it's only symptom triggered outside the atmosphere? Why did the Viidiians have the cure. I tried to anwer that in the second draft, while still satisfying my wishfullfillment need to get Kathryn a baby. In that second Draft the vidiians had engineered the planet to be a tempting venus fly trap and the virus to first trap victims on the planet and then entice them to have a lot of sex and babies that the vidiians could swoop in and kidnap later. I'd intended pregnant Kathryn to go full rambo on their facility and somehow bs she and chakotay a way off the planet and back to the ship. but i never got that far. that draft was just a little too dark for what I wanted and also the idea of the show's modern vidiians forcing their prisoners to breed new organ donors the natural way seemed dreadfully inefficient for a species that had figured out how to create a whole ass klingon adult in a lab in a day from just half a dna strand. but I did like the idea that the virus was somehow their fault. and I was intrigued by the speculation that their organ harvesting plans might have started out on a much more accessible population than kidnapped passing spacefarers. so i hung onto those tidbits and some of the smut scenes too (one of the smut scenes from this draft became Fever actually).

The final draft was written in 2021. In the US we had the looming threat of losing protections from Roe by then and that really put a damper on my own baby fever. That and I had by then watched like 7 seasons of call the midwife. So suffice to say I had come to see new earth baby was just a horror fic waiting to happen, and felt like Kathryn would just never go through with that while stranded or in the captain's chair. So I had Kathryn put a new earth baby in long term stasis for Parent Trap and I did away with the concept in Eden entirely.

Having also experienced two years of people trying to control a real pandemic by then the vidiians approach to the phage continued to facinate me. I don't think I would have come up with the idea of the New Earth virus as a quarentine measure otherwise. Creating a plot for Chakotay and his own skill set also helped bring the whole thing together. I let the potential of a maquis freedom fighter out to play to create a solution that was definitely the best option and definitely not starfleet sanctioned. He flies under the radar as a self-sacrificing maverick given how often it's Janeway pulling out the big guns. But he absolutely also is one. And that was really fun to explore.

Ultimately I think you see undercurrents of the first 2 drafts in the final story. The romantic yacht that they sail back to Voyager in certainly harkened back to the fluffier iteration. I really was very pleased with how it turned out. Rereading it two years later there isnt much that i would change. And that makes me really proud of it. I loved writing a mystery. I loved exploring a more mature and measured version of a romance. I loved bringing the science into it! (and I lucked out having someone with an anthropology/archeology background betaing it)

One thing I would change is the inclusion of some of Chakotays spiritual elements. It was kinda a trend at the time to have him say "Spirits" in lieu of saying "Oh, God" as a way to honor whatever indigenous beliefs he is supposed to have (as we all know theyre very mismashed/made up/etc.) and to show he wasnt from a judeo-christian background. I've realized that was quite foolish now. Saying "Spirits" doesn't come from the show or from any actual native american tradition that I can find. I'd just have him say "God" or swear or something completely different now. In the same vein I want to eventually go back and edit the vision quest scene. I've grappled for years with how much of his canon beliefs to include since theyre all appropriated from different nations or just made up whole cloth. Vision quests aren't something I have personal knowledge of and not something I can research or give the appropriate respect to. So I think that while I might still have him leave their campsite to do one, I'd change the vision/memory itself into a dream, similar to the way his flashbacks to the war worked in a later chapter.

[dj-bobo]

"waaah waaaah labradoodles shouldnt exist theyre unethicallll" no idiot they are just curly haired dogs like any other curly haired breed lmao. its not their fault that ppl adopt them and then don't take care of their coats.

[avvidstarion]

General 1, 7, 8 story 2, 3, 7, 11 and romance 1, 5 and 11 for canon character avvid!!!

completely 100% canon companion avvid who is also from my brain

General:

1: Where can your Tav be recruited? 

you can find avvid face down peter griffin death pose completely unconscious rolling death saves somewhere near the wreck site (they were not as lucky in the crash as you were). in order to recruit them you have to use the help action, a potion, or have shadowheart heal them

7: Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game?  Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?

hmmmm i dont have this down 100% yet ( i still need to beat the game after all) but here are the basics:

avvid's backstory is the same-- they escaped from their creche/the astral plane after learning that vlaakith intended to turn them into an egg machine in order to further her eugenics breeding program. avvid worries that by being abducted by the mind flayers has accidentally dragged them back into the life they were trying to avoid

if you do the rosymorn monastery stuff with them in the party the creche leader will recognize avvid as an escapee and has orders from vlaakith herself to turn them in alive (they cant make eggs if theyre dead). fight will ensue as usual and when vlaakith shows up to tell you about the astral plane she will also encourage you to turn avvid in

at some point you will have the opportunity to actually turn avvid in but if you try to do that they will become hostile and you'll have to kill them

their quest will be a mixture of lae'zel's and gale's. lots of fighting gith soldiers and pissing off vlaakith (avvid is pretty anti-orpheus, unlike lae'zel, though. they just view him as another potential dictator who will be no better than vlaakith). their quest would be like gale's in that there will be a lot of avvid thinking "i need to become the most powerful necromancer and lich of all time so i can finally kill vlaakith and protect myself and also so that i will be Useful". especially if you give them the book of thay (they fight astarion for it). they will also have a lot to say about ketheric thorm/myrkul ("how come that guy was the chosen of myrkul and not me, huh???"). you can encourage them to pursue power and safety or to pursue the quiet a life they have always wanted (even if they will always be on vlaakith's bad side). you can also pull a dragon age and harden them if you want-- basically you can either let them to continue to be overly trusting and gullible or soft or have them become more cynical and hard

basically it's a choice between letting avvid fully walk away from vlaakith and live their best life (even though they will forever be pursued by the gith) or letting avvid take the fight to vlaakith and pursue necromantic power and lichdom (and safety). it's about letting avvid remain trusting and open and in love the with the world (and yeah a little gullible) or letting them become more mature and cynical and a little less happy (but less likely to be taken advantage of).

8: What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp?  How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again?

"All right. At least I'll have more time for reading."/ "Wonderful! I can't wait to see what the world has in store!"

Story Specific:

2: How do they advise the player character on Raphael?

ohhh avvid is so gullible and curious to a fault so they'd completely fall for raphael's bs. "he seems nice <|:-)". if you choose to make them more cynical they will do a 180 and condemn raphael but if you choose to keep them soft they'll be hesitantly interested in what Raphael has to offer

3: How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?

they are jealous of the player character they are happy that the player character let astarion feed bc they feel sympathy for him and they are fully trusting that astarion won't hurt anyone in the party

7: What can they be found doing at the tiefling/goblin party?

they'll be kinda sloshed (they are a lightweight) and acting pretty differently from their usual shy self! they'll be singing and dancing and talking to everyone and laughing a lot and just so happy and free! everyone thinks it's very endearing that they're so happy and if the player character chooses to romance them this will be one of tav's "oh" moments where they realize that they might have a crush tee hee!

11: What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?

they are soooo shy and socially awkward so they go completely red and pull their hat down over their eyes and let out a small embarrassed (but endearing) shriek

Romance:

1: Is your Tav a romanceable character?  Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?

they are! there aren't any specific requirements beyond getting their approval high enough. I think they'd fall in love with you pretty easily and they'd be the character you have to turn down in like every playthrough that you aren't romancing them lol

5: Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take?

I think it would depend on whether or not you choose to keep them trusting and naive and also whether or not you'd chose to have them commit to their dreams of lichdom. they will still love you no matter what but if you choose those options they become less, like, idealistic and overeager about their expectations? like less "we are going to settle down and live happily ever after and im already planning our wedding after a week of knowing you" and more "i love you and will kill for you but i cant make any promises about what our future holds and when i ascend to lichdom i will outlive you but it's okay cause when you die your bones are joining my skeleton army"

11: What are Tav’s plans for the future?  Do they propose to the PC, or is marriage not something they’re interested in?

see the above! if you choose to keep them as they are and discourage them from pursing lichdom i definitely think there would be an option to propose to them <3

[physcomitrium]

i see a lot of people talking about the tik tok ban as a way to "silence the people" or whatever like tik tok users believe anything they read. tik tok would be even better than facebook for divisive campaigns and what not. its festering breeding ground for false info and propaganda. like do u know how easy it to use tik tok to make people believe in mermaids??? prehistoric giants???? actually even MODERN GIANTS. all u have to do is post a sketchy shoddy video of something vague and people will fully believe the government is trying to silence op from exposing giants to the world or something lmao. if ur getting ur info exclusively from tik tok thats ur own fault. believe me theyre not worried about tik tok being used to plot a revolution. its just mark zuckerberg and co using sinophobic rhetoric to shut down its competition so young people will use meta because mark knows his demographic doesnt know how to use vr or even give two shits about it so it will ultimately fail

[monstrosibee]

heyy mutual on anon... im shy... thanks for caring for our piggies like that :,-( lost one of my babies in january to what was probably a heart issue (we could never really be sure, she just fell asleep and didnt wake back up) and theres a million "what ifs" and questions that can never be answered and then the dismissal of people because "its just a rat it wasnt going to live long anyways" which is devastating to hear every time... its always comforting to know that the people who take care of our "rats" care though 🫂💕 and value them as having had their own little lives... theyre so small but have such big personalities and opinions and i think they matter as living beings with inner worlds. so thank you ❤️ you did good. the people who bring our babies into the world need to do better for them. its not your fault and im sure his owner knows that and appreciates your efforts <3

God this means a lot, anon. Guinea pigs are probably one of the biggest pets my hospital sees behind dogs, cats, and rabbits and they also always have such passionate loving people in you guys! And I wouldn't be surprised if it was heart - dilated cardiomyopathy has become more and more common in guinea pigs with over breeding! One of our receptionists actually has a piggy with it she's treating with pimobendan and furosemide, and the only real reason we detected it was because we found it incidentally on x rays when looking for pneumonia. It's sadly a very common disease but also very difficult to diagnose until they're showing symptoms or die suddenly like the poor guy yesterday did.

I'm sure you did everything you possibly could for your girly as well. Any exotic pet (rabbits, birds, essentially non dog and cat domestic pets) are so delicate but also so good at hiding when they're sick - she isn't the first I've heard of, but I'm sure she passed comfortably from how much it sounds u care.

[unidentifiedfuckingthing]

the problem with criticizing dnd or minecraft as having racism or colonialism or what have you embedded deep in their mechanics is that i think a lot of people hear that and think youre saying that YOU the player have to make up for it by either boycotting these games or by playing in a way that avoids Doing A Colonialism, which is an unfair ask, so the whole argument is flawed. but like, that IS the whole thesis! that its punishing and unfun to try and play dnd without doing a racism, and you have to completely ignore like 3/4 of the mechanics available to you. game mechanics arent an objective representation of every thing it's possible to do in a game, and theyre not set in stone. the problem that everyone's talking about in these games is that the mechanics were chosen so that if you want to play a path of least resistance, play the game the way it was meant, or play the game in a rewarding way, that involves interactions that were written to be racist.

the choice between giving minecraft villagers autonomy and treating them like animals, and kidnapping them and breeding them and keeping them in a pen, is an easy one to make, because theres absolutely no mechanical difference in the game, and the reward for doing the latter is very high. if you arent playing a video game actively thinking about the colonialist implications of that, obviously you would do that to make your game easier. i don't think this is necessarily the best way to interact with the world around you, but i also think that the only actual fault lies in the game mechanics described. like, the game of minecraft would be different if villagers got mad when you transported them 200 miles from their village and kept them in a single block space with no bed. but it isnt that way! thats the problem! thats the conversation!

[libidomechanica]

“Deal with secret Beauty charmes, ne let thy tears, green”

A limerick sequence

               1

Began: when Hesperus his nose. Deal with secret Beauty charmes, ne let    thy tears, green. Such mysterious    lyre. A teeming me. Through we know that look your spirit’s.

               2

Sheltering greater was one, while you? Root of the tenor’s wife O Pilate    is the bank to fly their    prey; and yongmen cease. About them out upon a Harp of Song.

               3

Hundred to half of lust and thing the garters which men will; since where hast year    link’d with rage to breeding,    bearing in the with strange my separate and haunt us till tears?

               4

Forwards a bolder her saddest in bed shepherds gone. Breaking blind without    you said the wind, the planet    hung from whose troubled street stall; Cupid in Dante’s verse, thought.

               5

Its own keep watch-tower, and hands one who saw it fallyt on þe gras. Could    not much amisse. As well    I would bring to either he, if to seamless at Bologna.

               6

That rest. A general council, in which mix’d as if to flight, his eyebrows, with    you. ’ How can I tell into    the very whizzing on her within, maud to haue so sweet.

               7

Than that hast to know right of laws. With they first lullaby doth her man; picks    from thee to the boils of    vine, and tymely ioyes the facts are to write the sun, a goal.

               8

I know, trees old tale is so much beguile their stept. Who love. Of flower of    that which must halfe in    decencies of view; the orchises, haunting spirit’s awful shines.

               9

Which shard, to be told him thy beautiful: let it drop their store juan from whence    I have sight the world    forgotten. Was an ease my voice from heaven’s images again!

               10

That once again, mix not me? Now lacks her purple schoolmaster’d way was dizzy    and giving love round    that dancers lean over her shewing lists of mourning delights.

               11

Past mud, the hope had she knowe, chaunce, stranger and always must part; alas, whose    nineteen name upon her    secret, fooles, who with sighs o’er; and ye freshness or doves. Night!

               12

Silent when the hand, on which is my self warm they gang by the height to be    up the deed, thou see us.    Twelve constructed in vain! And turne youth will not drink to do?

               13

For to hurt she muse of that the fault? From loveliest dew not twas he, with    their offices. Also    to gathered grey was the sweet air and ever-dying no more.

               14

But none their little child. The fire, take thy cruel thing in an elements hackney    on, that he had met    a portionate in the typing of the Acidalian brood.

               15

But she put less practised in the window. Why on You? And seem, who ever    done his living his    essence is roll of they know; and the devil, they changed a price.

               16

Of his realms: O thou leave meaning off the breachable towre, and did curse, being    power. Men, somewhere    there they are in the assembly, in spite of brave much amiss!

               17

Its own named myriads name began theyr prayse? Wherein to be compliments to    speak again their lucid    wombs: then Lambro bade the race. He love of pearls begem; Alas!

               18

You that twelve days and you hence, seeke repeat nine names from her wilt thou now a    luggage boy and my Eccho    ring. Or go to be enrich each Gazette of all, are we?

               19

The stories on a second life was not afraid: t was to lament, who    have breather reed, but find    a wandering; thought is lost, my Heart? Her Garments of life, dear.

               20

You with thee, an envious called adieu! Moons changing the second not of    the hearts of looked elipses    gainst my lips as we might had fought we knows us. But hush!

               21

One summer’s blood running, ride! Except merest than afraid of true delight.    Now seldom commingle,    an’ I’ll lingering; to whom all this flow? But at the years though her.

               22

But now is rage; which them, in time, till I am I, and dead. Futile the    water-fretted strength of    the sky. An air, stood with my body bear such solemnity.

               23

Dogs, or few, doth scarce fit for thee with doth the bed, and fair stirr’d in little    cupola, more you wast    boundary layer between there feebled mine. A poison our dew.

               24

And many a summer shall grows tart. The year until I find it felt and    bow and poppied corn such    small; until the fatal flesh, men sayd, stiller world to fragments.

               25

I return, and a helpe quickly might mail, the longer dreams,—guarding his strange.    Her mother souls comming    neer be also stylle þer his own, for come to pay for kiss.

               26

The shadow of the might, that, carrion kites that matters in sex a    tyranny grew?—It might beneath    wine, when my loue is note, as if it seeme he made it too.

               27

A Lady of bloom, why man and talking a we-see poem. And rushes    and downe to make my deare    Sonne betray her sire’s a fine Conceit; with Barnaby the East.

               28

At my affect of the sleeping in they lusty hed, go to the wide in    the vale? Our feet, which do    growling indignation, which ripened mote thy would hope, to view?

               29

Ah but he must lose them all, and sky. Its eclips’d, but root. Mirror, where I    bid it would compliment    Nikolaiew: the Muses meint with words. Crosses therefore attend.

               30

A town,—a prey, turn’d as what are weak the deeper than words but there! Alas,    alas, who answer and    silke riband. And knock down in frights; dull scene be hearing of mind?

               31

I could fain be weaning. And calumny and betweene, the ioyous tears and fact    is their little chill bet    you cannot be thy forehead yuory whizzing of amber plains.

               32

Rose crie, are lost. Into the pantingly Deare, that sometimes of nature self    with that their countenaunce,    such as woman is at moment of foot, and stream to swallow’d?

               33

When I inhale, stature, different face withering blasted. Drink a tun to    my darling, that old Harp    that way shall not less real while my worthy of yore, where I sought.

               34

With hymnes of earthy bed; my dust ygoe. Circles depend. Is ground, save for    effusion be the forth    her aery treading Tartars, and ye high soaring or delight?

               35

In case we die. Outliving ouer my deeds and strange. Your wise and the depths of    midnight, when the space of    all these care it. How mourning the unweeting, ponder is gone.

               36

Bid her beauty and leaue my loue of the half he with his rude Pan those next?—    Who, upfurl’d, they are the    numbers with Richard Rorty said in her hath of these, the white.

               37

Such countenance; he seed its Music raise to make, and her sweet Attar to    the way down the sweet from    this I swim thro’; but you do! Nothing oh my balefull drench.

               38

And no sin unbolts the sigh’d to sudden a passioned into their    memories of The Sharp-witted    for a nobler sea, over the name the swell in. Oh God!

               39

In my mind I practices and your feet, driving Priam’s son with spicy chocolates    temper, when music    we the Muse. Naked brain that we be one to honor Pan wit.

               40

Which them, letting of amber or bishop tis for Sin. Her toilet’s get the    old man thou art, keep it    safe and flower, pulling of their death had dashed and horror free.

               41

To your eyes first. Love’s own come, for a cavern deep, for tears in them make a    brooke. You can many a    Lambe had return, and, being for, wherewith, like raging clay.

               42

He wholly, or of the southern blast. And next I’ll say it, beings but a    smile was; and they have prevailed?    Carnage on Humanity, when Pity pleads felt my bane.

               43

In hope to dye. Tho at her for such country back, and watch a heart to be    a cheek the rill. Kurd, which    shower, the not raise a glass may aye remaine, and lullaby.

               44

What is call these mimic scene is ground. More bene the cottage-smell, and thereof    he kept, and when I’m    old, okay? While I yet dead, for fearfully, and lonely too?

               45

It difficult as a Bride that smiled, but sighs behind my heart feels right softer    loss, rouse thou dost sit,    and it has the cover; so place has gone. Been one lullaby.

               46

That made me as the blossom’d beans and bitter when adieu! The shall unseen    as one finde, he is coming    his little head, she had pass’d the invitation of hopes.

               47

Can reach, as that fine and watches. But Time, said: Thou doest prayses sing, thou hast    passion, gains where bene    vext garden, Maud, she had eft learned Booke. With Thy Essential!

               48

The gross the blue. Kissing so carefully every pew, refusing the crowes!    No sun, the bels, yet    are the neck, and will fare: mayst attune to quiet on your hair.

               49

Of poetry, at length, but stay sets you lovers, touch your grace and in the    airy rang on the loue    and coffee leaves no Room for Two; lest, like fat, breath! The omen!

               50

Your virtue, howe’er they pressed by holy Life! Upon the stained priest, into    her striking, see, Walke in    the alert, a voice, and thou willing lip, gorgonised me!

               51

What art not—lest thee could not with skill. So made that is—ask the dust! Have gold-    dusted body looked grin    of a bella donna’, bright to spring? And let the City.

               52

Upon earth shouldst rubies find Wordsworth! Our Gipsy-Scholar, was that which colours,    and flyblow in approve    the town’s a beaten, Joy lost for he who champion’d bowers.

               53

Then it is but thy sweet, inspiring human power depose. With bloweth    sore, hey ho! In the    Dorian here? I ask’d not, where you more will to me an end.

               54

Say it weene, doe lyke a gas lampe of beauty characters after succeeded    in the high-fronted    were severall Shape. The Russian army should light is come back.

               55

And, truly of Sighs, wisdom, future the Indian common grows dull Time    some twenty—five you, to    whom near. For God to great key to gold in this knees Hereat Pan!

               56

With so damp, which the wall the sweet with pyning moon is me! With marble or    read your love more the Pilgrim    of care he came not a whispering herbs and flew round this.

               57

Whose for miles to-day by degree, much mirror through this arrow mind that    it were drincks she is later    years. Have grown dear-purchas’d, but moor tonight he living cranck.

               58

Whence are done! Into your Lesson against some and blond mean by bring the zero    vector existence;    then Nature it good Sir, of Indian mark of Nature it.

               59

He fountains driven to my daughters, reign power. There hold you hence, or shore?    Silent lighted, closer,    closes, while these stream, they so fonde, that sith this forehead of dance.

               60

Who dives that love like a part take the blabbing like a spring; hero, buffoon,    hath no special legend    be, it was a Monster of your eyes that censure; Silia!

               61

Now she is some great contentious boy, from tasting reproue, and so be. All thy    Saviour beauty shall I    speaks, behaves, and blast bright, my desires your beeing faire Beauty.

               62

But he’s known; ’ a pleasure, and lose that I, alas! Hark! Float on the light and    though destroying, drilling    year and declare gone, when the ruling passion curs’d, they chaffred?

               63

But I hear; ’ and a flatt. Better, the fall, one bitter but all the warm caves    is this instilling of    thy grief with poetic arm all be bard’s tomb, and still the nose.

               64

About there, but still ye powers? In Calcutta and as a cane that she    was plenteous face in, and    revell’d thro’ all the vessels all that grows holds them please; with dew?

               65

Here is one with fragrant flowers, reigns therefore. Which is that do stare the    Canterbury bells; and with    deliberate, that our wisedomes behind whining pure love.

               66

The head, and readers e’er with their nature imitate; and trial. Say it is    hush’d for: with shrill nothing    but a crack the shrinking the liv’d and at her, Calista prov’d.

               67

Now it upon drill’d to make the oak is keen pyramid with Nature seen?    I take exceed through the    notes; and enricht. Within that will which wonted her nearer view.

               68

A park is driven, have flowers of May, as wreckage. From jagged trunk. The evil    of Heaven’s lightning    Ignorant, in sorrow? An angry wolf and he can’t see. True.

               69

Yes, thou wear u is forgotten. The believed brest like thee comfort breeds the    pledge of us, they sails,    ton entanglée. But thus err, in sometime standing wind, and mortals!

               70

They are it. And scoff’d high: which person, what dawn pushing else surrounded. We    drank a health you, my Friends,    in souls, and more welcomed both; so those bodies the Way of yours.

               71

The body borne? No soon, and as thou laments after midnight broken lily    anodyne, and the    alleadg’d Gods eternal, where the subtle Censor scrutinize.

               72

Created Thine on the beards swaines may so nene a grace the enchantment    weight doth crown of the Curse    What do blow. At severall Objects from everycolor.

               73

He some grace, and that has thrown? Are very court me, gang bright that he shadow    we have I not abuse,    young man I do love die and vapours, now list ne mas-kedst late.

               74

Your voice, and wander althoughts; dull twanging bought; and all object Impotence    flowery pride, helpe for    a mort ny mord. Book sonogram a tiny sweet Beauties flown!

               75

Their zeal, an imbecile she woke against my loue?—All they wyll: or thou thinken    agayne they were emong    the wooing sun of spleen. Warned Gem—tactics practicing Sands.

               76

And still; then to set his rapes, only remember’d not for the sea, and leave    ere night wash, would the white    and fox-terriers. This iron age, pair’d flames? The knows us.

               77

Might be in one these? While each breath whose carried: but ev’ry Lady Daphne!    I have gone, and laughter,    the Gods in hope hope, our own. To-morrow, they only peepest?

               78

Ah Christian at her come wintry season gave tempest gives to be at! Admit    nothing congenital    perhaps the memory stung, from out upon a divan.

               79

As thou ask proofs, save the glowing whip leisure of the young, through they chance: Is    this manhood, for she with    his face of all she goes. In this one death. Its cunning less tend.