#there were a few traps for wild pigs

[cuervitodeisla]

[yandere-sins]

the whole feral scary naga thing is good👀 but do you know of a legend when a white snake was about to be killed but someone saved them, in return they became the snake’s bride? the delusional naga not only making things worst for the reader by forcing them to be their mate, but now the village has no choice but to sacrifice y/n if they dont want to starve to death (nagas in some cultures are higly respected and are important for livelihood and crops)

Oh my gosh... This is perfect... (I have heard of the legend but haven't researched it but even so it's perfect >:3)

You pet dogs and pspsps at cats when you see them, smile at the cows, and oink alongside pigs. All that and more, but you're not necessarily involved with animals as much as other people in your village. You like animals, and you tolerate them around you, but the thing that actually gets you excited is plants. No wonder you became the town's doctor as one of the few people who can differentiate between poisonous berries and digestible flowers. You are an integral part of the community. Nothing could threaten your position as a respected member and being needed by everyone.

Nothing but the damn naga you stumbled upon one day.

There were stories of these creatures, as with every belief, there are countless creatures to know of in your culture. You heard them, acknowledged them, but didn't actually believe in them. Most stories are scars for children anyway, and half-human, half-snake? Sounds impossible for you as a doctor.

For years you roamed the forests for plants for your medicine and studies. Years of never meeting anything scarier than a wild cat or a completely normal but still somewhat scary big snake. Years of walking in and out of the forest unscathed and unharmed. But you are immediately alerted when a human voice calls out to you from a pitfall. You don't recognize the voice from your village, but as a doctor, it's your duty to help.

You do everything you can, from telling them that you're there for them and will get them out of the trap and patch them up once they're out, to cutting vines to make a rope and throw it down into the dark. The possibilities of what could be down there don't unsettle you. All you see is your mission to help. When you tell them to try climbing your makeshift rope, you still expect a human to appear from the very deep, very large pitfall. Oh, how wrong you are.

Because while at first, you see the right things like hands, shoulders, a head, and hair, nothing from the waist down is normal about the suspected human clawing its way out of the trap. But it's too late now to cut the vines as its tail slowly drags itself out of the hole, the proportions becoming uncanny on a body much too big for a human and the tail much too white and standing out to be of a snake.

The real horror, though, is when you meet the creature's eyes, slits for pupils that fixate on you, dilating and narrowing as it musters its savior, its nose sniffing the air while you feel like you're going to throw up as you notice the claws, scales, fangs. The unnaturalness of this monster in front of you.

You made a mistake. A big one. The pitfall was not a dangerous creation for a human by a human. It was a last effort to save humans and keep a monster locked away in a prison it couldn't escape. You released it—enthusiastically even. The desperation you feel, knowing you might have doomed your village, is immeasurable. You can already hear their screams echoing in your ears as they are torn limb from limb by this monster, all while you'll probably die first, unable to help them as they call for you to heal them.

Both of you are staring at each other for what feels like a breathless eternity until the creature slithers—slithers!—towards you, its claws reaching out while you close your eyes, unable to watch it go for the kill. Its arms wrap around your body, and you gasp as it buries its face in the space between your neck and shoulder, your heartbeat racing as you listen to it sniff loudly, deeply inhaling and exhaling through its mouth. A mix of a purr and growl reaches your ears, vibrating in its chest and making you shiver in its grasp as the creature declares you as "Mate" before picking you up, feet dangling so far from the ground you might break a leg if you fall.

Luckily, that's not the creature's intention, and it seems delighted by you clawing at its shoulders, trying to hold on to it out of fear as it begins to carry you away. It's then that you realize that no way can you let it take you somewhere deeper into the forest. You are needed in your village! You are important! Too good to be eaten somewhere even your bones cannot be found anymore! It's a little scary, but as the creature has to lower itself to slip under tree branches and the like, you take the risk, kicking its stomach when it least expects it to create enough distance between arm and body to slip out.

You never ran as fast and breathless in your life as you did with the naga right behind you, crashing into tree trunks and hissing and growling, its claws always dangerously close to your body. You knew the forest well, but the only thing this monster seemed to care about was getting to you. It was foolish to lead it back to your village, but maybe... maybe! The warriors were skilled! The elders might know where to hit its weak spots! There was at least some hope that you could escape it!

The naga only caught up to you when you stumbled into the open clearing where your village was settled. Gasps and screams echoed around you while your face slammed into the ground involuntarily as you two collided, your body collapsing from the run. You heard the calls for the warriors, the terrified screams of the women and children, but all of a sudden, everything becomes very nauseatingly quiet.

Even with the hand of the naga pressing you down into the ground, keeping you from running from it anymore, you somehow manage to look up. What you see is almost more terrifying than all the possible scenarios you could have imagined. Everyone—the warriors, women, children, elders—knelt on the ground before you, bowing their heads, foreheads touching the dirty ground while you heard the unsettling sounds of the creature behind you, hissing and thumping its tail.

"My mate!" it declares loudly, possessively, and the people shudder in reverent fear. Finally, the oldest member of the tribe lifts their head, nodding before answering, "All yours. We will not interfere."

Their eyes fall on you, their lips silently mouthing, "I'm sorry."

You are once again picked up, settled tightly against the naga's chest, enveloped like an inconsolable child in its arms before it turns. You have to watch the villagers slowly rise to their feet as the creature spares their life with your sacrifice. The eldest shakes their head, turning to a warrior before asking how the naga could possibly escape. "I don't know," sighs the warrior. "But that's one more doctor lost to these creatures. And we tried so hard to keep this one."

"Better them than us," the eldest comforts him, patting the warrior's shoulder. "We knew the trap wouldn't be able to keep the naga from what they want forever."

Tears brimming your eyes, you meet the disappointed gazes of the village you thought you were so important to. People who gave you away in a heartbeat to appease some monster, and the bitterness overwhelms you as you realize they knew it was coming. Coming for you of all people, never telling you to leave the village and run for your life. Instead, they used you for as long as they could.

Until you rescued your own death sentence.

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Summaries under the cut

The Chronicles of Prydain by Lloyd Alexander

Taran wanted to be a hero, and looking after a pig wasn't exactly heroic, even though Hen Wen was an oracular pig. But the day that Hen Wen vanished, Taran was led into an enchanting and perilous world. With his band of followers, he confronted the Horned King and his terrible Cauldron-Born. These were the forces of evil, and only Hen Wen knew the secret of keeping the kingdom of Prydain safe from them. But who would find her first?

The Trumpet of the Swan by E. B. White

Louie is very popular. Who wouldn't love a swan who can read, write, and play the trumpet? When Louie goes to camp, he meets a boy named A.G. who doesn't like birds, and since Louie is a bird, that means he doesn't like Louie. When A.G. pulls a dangerous stunt out on the lake, he realizes that Louie is a hero, after all.

My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George

Every kid thinks about running away at one point or another; few get farther than the end of the block. Young Sam Gribley gets to the end of the block and keeps going--all the way to the Catskill Mountains of upstate New York. There he sets up house in a huge hollowed-out tree, with a falcon and a weasel for companions and his wits as his tool for survival. In a spellbinding, touching, funny account, Sam learns to live off the land, and grows up a little in the process. Blizzards, hunters, loneliness, and fear all battle to drive Sam back to city life. But his desire for freedom, independence, and adventure is stronger. No reader will be immune to the compulsion to go right out and start whittling fishhooks and befriending raccoons.

The Black Stallion by Walter Farley

Alec Ramsay is the sole human survivor of a devastating shipwreck. Trapped on a deserted island, Alec finds his only companion is a horse, beautiful, unbroken, and savage . . . a horse whose beauty matches his wild spirit.

The Magisterium by Holly Black and Cassandra Clare

All his life, Call has been warned by his father to stay away from magic. To succeed at the Iron Trial and be admitted into the vaunted Magisterium school would bring bad things. But he fails at failing. Only hard work, loyal friends, danger, and a puppy await.

The Two Princesses of Bamarre by Gail Carson Levine

Twelve-year-old Addie admires her older sister Meryl, who aspires to rid the kingdom of Bamarre of gryphons, specters, and ogres. Addie, on the other hand, is fearful even of spiders and depends on Meryl for courage and protection. Waving her sword Bloodbiter, the older girl declaims in the garden from the heroic epic of Drualt to a thrilled audience of Addie, their governess, and the young sorcerer Rhys.

But when Meryl falls ill with the dreaded Gray Death, Addie must gather her courage and set off alone on a quest to find the cure and save her beloved sister. Addie takes the seven-league boots and magic spyglass left to her by her mother and the enchanted tablecloth and cloak given to her by Rhys - along with a shy declaration of his love. She prevails in encounters with tricky specters (spiders too) and outwits a wickedly personable dragon in adventures touched with romance and a bittersweet ending.

Bunnicula by Deborah and James Howe

Before it's too late, Harold the dog and Chester the cat must find out the truth about the newest pet in the Monroe household -- a suspicious-looking bunny with unusual habits... and fangs!

Beka Cooper by Tamora Pierce

Beka Cooper is a rookie with the law-enforcing Provost's Guard, commonly known as "the Provost's Dogs," in Corus, the capital city of Tortall. To the surprise of both the veteran "Dogs" and her fellow "puppies," Beka requests duty in the Lower City. The Lower City is a tough beat. But it's also where Beka was born, and she's comfortable there.

Beka gets her wish. She's assigned to work with Mattes and Clary, famed veterans among the Provost's Dogs. They're tough, they're capable, and they're none too happy about the indignity of being saddled with a puppy for the first time in years. What they don't know is that Beka has something unique to offer. Never much of a talker, Beka is a good listener. So good, in fact, that she hears things that Mattes and Clary never could - information that is passed in murmurs when flocks of pigeons gather ... murmurs that are the words of the dead.

In this way, Beka learns of someone in the Lower City who has overturned the power structure of the underworld and is terrorizing its citizens into submission and silence. Beka's magical listening talent is the only way for the Provost's Dogs to find out the identity of this brutal new underlord, for the dead are beyond fear. And the ranks of the dead will be growing if the Dogs can't stop a crime wave the likes of which has never been seen. Luckily for the people of the Lower City, the new puppy is a true terrier!

Fairest by Gail Carson Levine

In the kingdom of Ayortha, who is the fairest of them all? Certainly not Aza. She is thoroughly convinced that she is ugly. What she may lack in looks, though, she makes up for with a kind heart, and with something no one else has-a magical voice. Her vocal talents captivate all who hear them, and in Ontio Castle they attract the attention of a handsome prince - and a dangerous new queen.

Trickster's Duology by Tamora Pierce

Alianne is the teenage daughter of the famed Alanna, the first lady knight in Tortall. Young Aly follows in the quieter footsteps of her father, however, delighting in the art of spying. When she is captured and sold as a slave to an exiled royal family in the faraway Copper Islands, it is this skill that makes a difference in a world filled with political intrigue, murderous conspiracy, and warring gods.

[roadkill-writes]

Bowers gang (Remember when) Part 4

This is part 4 of the continuation of the bowers gang series I started a long long while ago.

Pairings: bowers gang X fem!reader

Word count: Five pages , 1.7k words

Warnings: swearing, Harsh language, reader being naked and trapped in a bathroom

Hand still clutching the door handle of the bathroom as you heart pounded in your chest. The sound of their laughter still echoing around the room and your brain. You couldn’t help but ponder on how you got yourself into this mess of standing naked and afraid while four boys stood in your homes hallway laughing about you and this situation. Oh yes right, thank you Mrs.Peterson. You thought sarcastically that she was in fact the entire reason you were stuck stranded in your own bathroom.

You could just about hear the smirk plastered on Patrick’s face as he spoke from behind the door, “Come on princess we only wanna peak.”  He pounded his fist against the door in a slow menacing way as if he knew were trying to strick free into your chest. Which he was successful at.

Your heart began to hammer away in your chest as if you were a lamb being led to slaughter. The little pig standing inside while the wolf huffs and puffs the house down. The helpless little fawn looking for it’s mother after it’s been shot but a hunter. The helpless little girl standing naked in her bathroom while the monsters stand on the other side laughing maniacally. 

“I’m being serious this time go away!” Shouting at them like one would at a wild raccoon eating out of the garbage trying to ward it off. “This isn’t funny!” 

“Okay hear me out!” Victor tried to reason with you from behind the door. He always behaved like the saving grace most of the time even though he’s just as stuck up as the rest of them. “We take a few steps back and you can grab your towel off the floor?” He spoke as it was almost supposed to be a question. 

“And just how am I supposed to believe you’d all do that, especially Patrick?” 

“I pinky promise sweetheart.” Victor gave his signature three gentle taps on the door. Opening the door just a enough to stick your hand through you stuck up your pinky finger in solidarity, feeling his pinky finger wrap around yours in a lock of faith you quickly let go and knelt down to grab your towel in a hurry pulling it through the crack in the door fast enough as you quickly slammed the door closed accidentally closing the corner of the towel in the crack having to open it back up and pulling it through. 

Slamming the door back in place you tightly wrapped the towel around your body your hair still partially dripping wet reminding you of the peaceful shower that you do sadly had to get out of.  

Reaching for the doorknob it was cold to the touch, the hinges making an eerie creaking sound as it was pulled open to reveal an empty hallway. As if the the boys were never standing there to begin with. 

Gently on your top toes you began slowly making your way down the hall to your bedroom some of the floor boards groaned as you stepped on them. Even after all the times of sneaking out of the house you had failed to remember which parts of the floor to avoid, but this was an old house it wasn’t abnormal for the house to make unsettling noises every now and then so your parents never thought anything of it. 

Tip toeing into the room you tried extremely hard to close the door without a creak or groan but it was to no avail. The door let out a wail and you recoiled into yourself at the sound. If the boys were still here you didn’t want them knowing you left the bathroom without being able to at least get dressed first. Twisting the lock and letting out a breathe of relief while closing your eyes, leaning your back up against the door for a moment of silence for the most part as you could hear those four boys downstairs making enough rowdy noise it sounds like they’re destroying the house.

Your dresser stood off to the side of the room up against the wall next to your closet, the clear coat over the stain has seen its better days. Your closet was small the trifold door was an off white color wishing to see a new coat of white paint. But none the less you dug around in both looking for something suitable to wear while still being comfortable, just as you were about to pull your shirt over your head to complete the new outfit a loud banging came from behind your closet door. Pausing with your shirt around your neck as if to see if you were hearing things.

Another loud bang came from the closet this time you hurried to put your shirt on the rest of the way and find something to use as a weapon, thankfully Vic had gifted you a bat not to long ago after smashing mailboxes one night. Sweaty hands gripped the bat as you hesitated to move any closer towards the closet. 

This doesn’t make any sense as you were just in your closet looking for clothes, you continued trying to justify that you’re going crazy. 

At this point the banging was getting louder your closet door shaking at the sheer force of it. Taking slow wide steps towards the door using one hand to grip the bat and another to reach for the small knob of the door. Swinging the door open you were greeted with the darkness of the small entry way lined with clothes. Again another sigh of relief slouching over slightly as you lowered the bat and turned to walk away.

tap 

tap 

tap 

Your body burst out in goose bumps as you froze in place. There was nothing there remember just your clothes there isn’t anything to be freaking out about. It’s just the boys downstairs trying to freak you out again. You gained your confidence and turned back around to prove to yourself that there was in fact nothing there that your brain was scaring itself.

Your blood ran cold and the color drained from your face when your eyes landed on the object in question. Another RED balloon. You were absolutely frozen in fear, stomach has since dropped. Maybe you were dreaming no not dreaming having a nightmare. Maybe you had fallen asleep after your shower. 

Your suspicion was quickly thrown out the window when a gloved hand had reached out of the depths of the closet to grab ahold of the door frame, then came the second hand coming out of the shadows to grab the door frame on the other side. You wanted to run but you couldn’t move frozen in shock and fear. 

What ever was attached to those hands slowly acceded out of the darkness stepping into the full light of your bedroom it’s body was tall and frail the fiery red hair stood tall on top of its head, it’s mouth was in the form of an opened mouth smile barely fitting the rows and rows of teeth contained in its large mouth. The tattered and dirty costume that was adorned on its body the sight of your worst nightmares. This was a fucking clown. You fucking hated clowns. 

Their shoes always so big, their cars always so small. No one’s nose should be able to honk, and the painted on faces were a sight for sore eyes. You could go on for hours on your thoughts and opinions on why you hated clowns but you had bigger things to be worrying about, literally.

The clown towered over you its mouth dripping with slobber as it salivated at the sight of you. 

“I know what you did.” It spoke in a slow aggressive tone. Shaking your head no in fear, “ I-I d-don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice came out in a stutter, you had began to sound like Bill Denbrough the boy who’s little brother disappeared.

The clowns grin began to widen, “Oh yes, you do I know what you’ve done.” You couldn’t even begin to actually rack your brain on what it could be talking about but surely by now you’ve gone insane. You continued to shake your head no in fear trying to make it believe that maybe it had gotten the wrong person. But who were you kidding it’s just your luck you’ve got a crazy clown standing in front of you in your bedroom. 

You sincerely had no idea what the clown was trying to get at but all you knew is you needed to run away now. Turning on your heels your sprinted to the door grabbing onto the handle and throwing the door open so hard it it the wall behind it. 

Taking off in a sprint down the hallway towards the stairs, you could hear the clown laughing hysterically from behind you as you heard his loud shoes making contact with the wooden floor.  Racing down the wooden steps you called out to the boys.

”Henry! Vic! Reggie! Patrick! Help me please!” You screams bounced off every wall in the house but you were alone again. You leapt off last three steps feet landing hard  quickly turning to run towards the living room in search of your saviors. They were no where to be found. The clown was hot on your heels as you sprinted towards the back door struggling with the lock as you tried twisting the handle to freedom looking over your shoulder constantly, swinging the door open and pushing through the storm door you continued into a sprint right off the back porch. Feet padded around in the soft dewy grass as you heaved for a breath as your lungs burned for air. 

You let out another cry for help as you reached the tree line for the forest. “Henry please help! Please I’m begging!” Taking another look over your shoulder you realized nothing was following you anymore, and that you didn’t have shoes on.

You made the conscious decision that it probably wouldn’t be the safest to go back home so you went in the direction you knew like the back of your hand. 

The Bowers property.

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[mortiskiller]

Ruin The Pig

Content warning: This story contains extreme fat shaming, non-consensual weight gain, health play, and death feedism.

I am going to ruin you pig. I told you that when we first met up after you spent weeks begging me to feed you and use you.

You were lying in the hotel bed naked after I stuffed and pumped you full of 10K calories in a few hours, you were so small then, barely 300 pounds. It was cute that you pretended to be immobile while I fed you. Listening as you played the panic up and begged “fuck fuck fuck we have to slow down! I’m getting too big I don’t want to be trapped in bed!” I would silence you by shoving a messy burger into my face a shush you, "Shut your dumb fucking mouth and eat." I said forcefully but calmly, I saw the acceptance and submission wash over you as the realization that no choice is being offered but to eat and like a passive cow as you let out oinks and weakly pawed at my crotch.

I remember that fat ball gut you had, so small compared to now. That was pure surface-level fat, pushing your organs down, putting pressure on your GI tract, and making it harder for your body to pump blood. You are at a point where every new pound of fat is a step toward utter and complete obesity.

We would meet up every few weeks and you would pretend your arteries were clogging already from an absolute binge of cheese and grease, that you I loved only wanting the cheapest unhealthy slop. Preferring a ketchup-slathered triple cheeseburger and a pile of chocolates to some fancy steak and a nice cake.

I remember the first time you panicked and begged for me to slow down, right after you hit 690 pounds. I had woken you up for your 2 a.m. funnel session, I never let you sleep for more than 4 hours without eating till you passed out, I say, "Get up and walk to the scale.", pointing to a large black metal livestock scale in the middle of the room. Your mind was weak from being fed nothing but junk, weed, alcohol, and the hormones mixed into your slop. You throw your heavy flabby arms up to gather enough momentum to heave your billowing body up. I watched as nothing happened, you tried again. Again your body moved not an inch off the bed, all you accomplished was shaking the sea of lard that was your body.

Your face flushed with sweat and burned red as you strained your body, but you were stuck. Attempt after attempt, after an attempt to lift yourself, grunts and wheezing fill the basement.

A minute later your eyes went wild, and my hand on your chest felt a heart racing faster and faster.

I see that panic, it makes me hard. You are locked in now. A complete loss of agency and now you are nothing. I own your life. Any money, anything you own is gone. All you have is my pity.

Pity that feeds you.

Food and nothing else.

I told you my plans now that you were a helpless fucking lard-ass NEET in my home.

1. Hormones to make you the perfect pile of shame. Bury your dick in fat, widen your hips and tits, make a perfect pussy for Daddy to fuck.

2. We are starting an Only Fans! You get to be my immobile plaything that I take every sadistic desire out on, and I get all the money.

3. Some more feeders are going to stop by and have their way with you. You are my toy to loan out to other feeders and chasers.

I lean into your sweating, beat red face, and put a hand around your neck roll. "You are just a waddling weak whore doing what I say till your bloated wrecked corpse is left in a hotel room covered in cum and food, got it?"

As you opened your mouth to answer, I shoved the funnel in. You asked for this pig. 

[play-on-skinners-box]

Others have already been furrying the Raincode characters and doing a phenomenal job, but when I would peruse Danganrompa fanart I really liked seeing different and wildly varying interpretations for the characters' animal choices and now it is my turn, my GOD GIVEN DUTY TO PROVIDE IN THE GENISIS OF THE RAINCODE FANDOM, FOR THE HONOR OF THOSE WHO HAVE COME BEFORE ME.

For all of them I used their pose from the artbook renders. I'll say it's to keep them recognizable but that is actually a lie I'm just lazy.

Secretary Bird Halara:

Halara I did first and they were the one I was most jazzed to do because I love them dearly. I made them a secretary bird and I think it's a PERFECT fit. Ahem allow me to rattle off. Secretary birds are birds, so doomed by the narrative to have to stay away from cats, they are predatory birds and of course Halara would be at the top of the food chain. Speaking of predetory birds, secretary birds are known for their ability TO KICK VENOUMOUS SNAKES TO DEATH, AND THATS JUST TOO GOOD A FIT. They also have plumage that I could easily shape into Halara's kinda smooth swoopy hairstyle, and face markings that could be sort of representative of their glasses! I think the drawing for them is probably the weakest out of the group just because as I went along I improved and started to translate the human designs in less one to one ways, plus the pose Halara has in the artbook doesn't fit perfectly to the really big wing hand things. I still enjoyed making it because H A L A R A N I G H T M A R E but I'm honestly kinda sad at how lackluster it is compared to Fubuki and Viva who got the most interesting details and texture work. NEVER DO YOUR FAVORITE FIRST IT'S A TRAP.

Guinea Pig Desuhiko:

With Desuhiko I was going back and fourth between a few rodents, I just think he kinda looks like one and already had those pikachu cheeks. My first scetch made him a hamster, and while it DID look like him, it felt a little too... Indistinct. Desuhiko's probably my favorite design in the cast just because he looks so distinctive and has a short stocky bodytype I really really love and makes my character designer brain happy, so I swapped hamster for guinea pig. While the guinea pig face doesn't look like him quite as much as the hamster, they are very interesting and distinctive looking which I loved a lot more even with a bit of accuracy sacrificed if that makes sense. Also there are Guinea pigs with spikey wild fur that make it so I could just kinda give him his actual hair and still have it make sense. Guinea pigs are also the perfect size and shape to be thrown like a large softball and out of all the Master Detectives Desuhiko looks like he'd be the most sadisfying to chuck across a room.

Fish Fubuki:

Fubuki was really hard just because it's difficult to anthropomorphize a fish in the same way as a mammal or a avian cause of their structure. She might look a biitttt more like a fantasy creature inspired by a fish than just a fish but she's charming enough I don't completely mind. I got some SOLID advice and looked at some Splatoon NPCs characteristics to try and make her more appealing. So why fish? I got it as a suggestion that I ended up really liking because fish are notorious for their bad memory, live in tanks their whole lives(Fubuki is the definition of sheltered), and they have fins to mimic the shape of Fubukis cloak and hair. I used beta fish for reference, they don't really fit her but just being a fish was good enough for me and at that point I was prioritizing looks. She doesn't even really look like any specific species like the other three to be honest. She's defiantly the outlier of the group but that's fine, she can be special in her own unique way like always. Got a little lazy with making the hair look all that fin-like, but it's kinda the main event of her human design so I wanted to keep it as true to that as possible but looking at it now I think its tooooo copy and paste looking. Her furry design IS my brothers favorite out of the batch so that's gotta count for something!

Flying Fox Bat Vivia:

The vampire looking man was always gonna be a bat, I am but a slave to the whims of fate. I made him specifically a flying fox because they're the largest bat species and therefore can loom ominously. Vampire bat would have been fun too, but they have more of a squished bastard energy that doesn't really fit Vivia. Bats also are known for their weird sleeping habits, ala upside. Viva isn't sleeping upside down or anything like that but he DOES snooze in some weird places so I think comparing him to a bat in multiple aspects is very apt! His drawing and animal design is probably my favorite, I really like the wings, and the bat feet are super weird I loved doing those. I did have trouble incorperating his hair, flying foxes have pretty smooth heads, but they do have sort of a mane thing going on so I tried to put some of his hair texture and shape there instead. Sorry I did not give him is edgy edgy hair cut, I too love it very much but it was simply not to be. I did try to mimic it's vibe with the patterning on his head though, an illusion of his bangs.

I'm very happy with this lineup overall, they're some neat little designs if I do say so myself! I might do more but I have the chronic problem of not being able to sit still for a long time to do a BUNTCH of guys again(though for the record I would make Seth the most delightfully storm drain gutter looking creature). I also kinda wanna do Makoto and Yuma cause someone suggested a REALLY good idea for them, but the concept for Makoto with this idea would be more of an involved design that I wouldn't be able to use all of his normal outfit for so it'd probably take longer than average.

TLDR: Furries amiright?

[small-but-mighty]

Getting Dumped

Domestic small animals will NOT survive in the wild. The outdoors is no place for animals that get stressed when their hay is the wrong texture. Unfortunately, when shelters are full, people are overwhelmed, and feel there is no other way out, they take to abandoning their animals outdoors. The worst part about these situations is it's very rarely just one. I have countless stories of this happening, so I'll try to limit it, but I want to share the struggles these animals have gone through because of the actions of people.

In July 2023, numerous rescues found themselves at a rest stop on the side of a highway trapping domestic rabbits. There was probably dozens of them. The RISPCA took in 11 of them. I spent an entire weekend pulling ticks off young rabbits, never mind the fleas I found. The smell of these animals feces was horrible, their stomach flora was all kinds of messed up. That was the healthiest of the bunch. One of the rabbits, had a horrific head tilt, it could not walk straight or even stand up straight. Our vet suspected e. cuniculi. If you are unfamiliar with e. cuniculi, count yourself lucky. It's a parasite, which can affect a rabbit's nervous and renal (kidneys) systems, and if not treated soon enough, the damage it causes can be permanent. The parasite is also contagious to other rabbits through urine, which means that if all these animals were possibly housed together in the past, they all had a chance of contracting the parasite. Unfortunately, the treatment for the rabbit with a head tilt did not work, it was too late, and he passed away. All the other rabbits in our custody had to be treated however, and luckily nobody else began showing symptoms. Now it is unknown if the rabbit had e. cuniculi before being released, but there still is always the possibility that the rabbit contracted the parasite from the wild rabbits that it may have interactions with outside. I would also like to mention that the rabbits were not spayed or neutered, nor were they only a single gender. This means that there may have been even more domestic rabbits that may have been introduced into the elements had rescues not intervened. Following their medical treatments and spay/neuters, all 10 of the rabbits that survived were adopted.

Around the same time that the rabbits were found at the rest stop, someone walked into the shelter with a rabbit in a box. She said the rabbit appeared on her back porch. The rabbit's hind leg was mangled, basically facing the opposite direction of what it should of been... Now we have no way of knowing how or why his leg was that way, but truthfully it doesn't really matter. Our veterinarian opted that it would be best to amputate the leg. Today, the little guy (who we affectionately named Tiny Tim) is healthy, happy, and in his fur-ever home as a happy little tripod!

Both these events were in a span of a weekend. It's a reoccuring event though. To briefly just name a few more:

June 2023, nine female guinea pigs dumped at the end of our shelter driveway after hours

July 2023, forty-two Guinea Pigs dumped in the woods of Exeter

February 2024, seven rabbits dumped at the park in Warwick

This post mostly just address the events of large number dumpings, but even the occurrence of single domestic rabbits being found dumped and being picked up as strays but animals controls are continuing to grow in numbers too. So, please, if you are in a situation where you are not able to care for the animal you own any longer, contact a local shelter as soon as you know you are in that situation. The sooner we know you need help, the sooner we can ensure you get help. And don't just limit your ask for help to one shelter. We are all in this together, ask a few for help, one may be able to help sooner than others. Even if you are in a situation with large numbers, we are not here to punish, we are here to help.

[acuteobserv4tion]

For the pig miraculous, happiness isn't really a power outside of that one specific episode (at least not the way it was portrayed). And they already decided to have the peacock be Emotion, which kind of makes sense, but also doesn't. So, instead, I'm choosing to believe that the Peacock is actually the Kwami of Manifestation. BOOM. Instant easy clean fix. However....

The pig's power still seems too specific to one kind of Akuma. I think I know what they were trying to do since a pig symbolizes prosperity and desire, but it's hard to convey that in a fight. So I'm going to do something controversial. I'm giving the ox's power to the pig. "Woah, what, why?" Because I'm turning the Pig into...

The Kwami of Adaptation. *pew* *woah* *aaah*

Pigs have this awesome ability to adapt in the wild to face dangers out there even after they've been domesticated. So how about incorporating that into a miraculous. And guess what. It's not just giving one ability, but THREE. But unlike the Dragon miraculous, you can only choose one per transformation, so don't worry, she won't be OP.

With "Hardy" she'll have the power of Resilience for a few seconds. With "Spring" she can bounce around to higher places that others might not be able to reach. It also adds a bit more power if she hits someone. (Plus, she'll bounce on her butt like she has a pig's tail, so cute)

And finally, "Romp" (meaning "play rough/fight") where Rose's skirt widens then transforms into a hula hoop that she throws at the bad guy repeatedly. (I hear people prefer her concept art designs. Surprise, the skirt had a purpose all along. Or I guess you could just connect those things on her hips)

To use her power, she shoves the hula hoop around them before it shrinks to trap her foes. The victim now feels calm and stops struggling. And we can get rid of the useless tambourine, no offense.

I feel like that last power might be a bit of a stretch. Feel free to tell me if you have another power that could work better.

Expect more of these.

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Heard of Puppeter (PS3)? If not, well the summary is(pulled this from Wikipedia) “The story occurs in a concave world representing Earth's Moon, inhabited by pseudo-folkloric characters: the first half on the dark side of the Moon, and the second half on the Earthward side. Its premise states that the world's ruler, the Moon Goddess, was overthrown by her subordinate, Little Bear, when the latter seized her 'Black Moonstone' and the magic scissor-set 'Calibrus', and declared himself 'Moon Bear King'. Throughout the game, each of his twelve generals (the animals of the Chinese zodiac) has set part of the moon-world in disorder: each holding a portion of the Goddess' 'White Moonstone.’ The player-character 'Kutaro' is one of many children whose souls were spirited away from Earth in their sleep and changed into animated wooden puppets to be enslaved in the King's mobile fortress, Castle Grizzlestein. After having his head pulled off and his soul devoured by the Moon Bear King, Kutaro is found in the dungeons by the Goddess's cat, Ying Yang, who leads him to his current mistress, the Moon Witch Ezma Potts. Potts, who is secretly planning overthrow the Moon Bear King herself, orders Kutaro to sneak into the throne room and capture the magic pair of scissors Calibrus. This weapon allows Kutaro to dispel the King's magic and defeat his puppets to release the souls within, allowing them to escape back to Earth. When the Witch demands the scissors, they adhere to Kutaro, and she allows him to use Calibrus to oppose the twelve generals. During the defeat of the first (General Tiger), Kutaro rescues Pikarina, Princess of the Sun, whom the Moon Bear King had captured. Under Potts' guidance, Kutaro and Pikarina venture to the various realms of the moon, to vanquish each general in turn: the Moonwood Forest guarded by Rat and Snake, the Moonshine Sea patrolled by Pig and Sheep, the Wild Wastes trampled by Bull and Horse, Hallowee-Ville controlled by Dog and Monkey, and the Land of Time conquered by Rabbit and Rooster, ultimately facing off against Dragon. When the White Moonstone is re-assembled, Potts revealed to be as the Moon Goddess as she transforms back; but is instantly trapped by the Moon Bear King, and must be rescued by Kutaro. Propelled thereto by a cannon, Kutaro and Pikarina disable Castle Grizzlestein and reduce the Moon Bear King to his former shape of Little Bear, who surrenders the Black Moonstone in exchange for Kutaro's friendship, and restores Kutaro's head. All the twelve Generals are resurrected and converted from evil to good; and Kutaro, accompanied by Calibrus and Ying Yang, returns to Earth.” So the very reason I brought this up is cause uhhh, you think you can make it AU for twst here?

Hmmm... As per see... I have a hard time understanding this... But it lowkey reminds me of that Sonic and king Arthur game, so at best, I tried to cook out an Au that is inspired by the 2.

Bear with me anon... I'm dumb :'3

Say a moon kingdom... But since we are dealing with the afterlife motifs, I say something else: a kingdom that can be manually accessed only from the moon, otherwise with the help of magical scissors called keys. These scissors were made out of a special metal called Starlight platinum, which made them all the more powerful, for they have to be infused with pure light moon energy in order to function as a gateway in between the moon kingdom and the earth.

Now... What is Light moon energy? (LME for short) It's pure energy that the moon lands generate over the souls that have made peace with their death, as such, their afterlife is short lived if not bearly a few seconds as they can fully rest and their energy to become distant stars.

It's opposite force, meant to have balance, it's the Dark moon energy (DME for short) that is cultivated on the dark side of the moon, where vengeful spirits and those filled by dark/evil thoughts are punished until they get destroyed. As such, it's a very volatile energy, which can quickly consume the poor of will. LME is it's only cure, but at the same time, both are on same power level as long as they are in balance.

Now, who's living in this place? Well... Moon people and creatures alike. They all depend on the moon energy balance, as such they can do some small magic, enough to help them with their day to day life.

But it all seemed to change once the 'dark era' began. An overtake of DME, overtaking by force the lighted side of the moon. As such there was an imbalance and less stars seem to be born, despite peaceful spirits coming in like they did all these years ago.

But! We need to meet our protagonist after all~ :3

We are following Malleus, a pretty normal guy... He's a bit introverted, a bookworm and is absolutely mesmerising until he opens his mouth and spurs his undying love towards gargoyles. :'3

One day, he is involved in an accident, where he manages to survive, but Sebek, Lilia and Silver don't. That's tho, when strange things happen.

One guy with fire hair and all clocked in darkness came up and declared that Malleus should have died, since his 'clock' stopped ticking. But another guy started fighting the first one. Of course, not wanting to fucking die, Malleus helps out the 2nd guy and as such he is whisked away to the moon kingdom, helping the said guy that saved him, who also explains that the one who wanted to kill him was Idia, one of the 6 moon generals, right hands of the evil Dark moon emperor. To instaurate a 'propaganda' of balance, 3 of the generals (Riddle, Vil and Kalim) are LME bearers, while the rest (Idia, Leona and Azul) are DME bearers. They regin over their assigned districts of the kingdom and since they came to power, there was an unbearable regime.

And as such, Malleus is guided by his misterious helper, uncovering the moon ring. An aincent weapon that is meant to wield both LME and DME, as such the ring was only entrusted to royalty and/or legendary heroes. The ring can transform into various weapons and also it gives Malleus the immunity of not having your life slowly sucked away, as here only the moon people and souls could live. Humans die after a while if not protected by a charm or in this case: the ring. (basically pretty lil outfits for each district)

As such, Malleus begins his adventure, in hopes that he could bring justice and also help Silver, Lilia and Sebek to pass away peacefully.

Now! I really thought about it from a video-game perspective, which tbh, it would be a fun game.

At base, it would have pretty simple mechanics, walk around, interact with the locals of each district(levels) and solve a puzzle that will take you to the district ruler(the boss of each level).

The levels, in question are as follows:

Artsristua district

A district for beauty and fine arts, where souls who dealt in their past life with problems regarding their image are taught how to accept their inner beauty and pass away without a worry. Definitely the easiest to access district, with Malleus's task being to mingle into the backstage staff of Vil, the district leader's show. As such Malleus has to wonder and talk with a lot of people or find sum stuff in order to please everyone and gain himself a spot inside.

Vil's boss fights is more of the tutorial, the tutorial itself being introduced via hunged signboards that our misterious helper is showing to us via the lighting bridge above the stage. Vil's gimmick, despite being a tutorial boss, is a bit tricky. You have to listen to his boss fight music in order to see when he attacks. At first, you might be tempted to attack the singers, but if you do, you allow Vil to have blind spots, in which he can attack you by surprise. The tutorial also says that, as such there's only 1 blind spot when Vil can choose weather to attack or not.

Fantasy district

A place where souls of children venture and pass away happily after they have one more successful playtime. The district itself looks like a mad land, where logic is abruptly left aside. In here, Malleus has to play 3 minigames in order to entertain the children and gain the attention of Riddle, the ruler. Those 3 games are: A game of freeze tag, hide and seek and a life-size magic chess. Once Malleus meets Riddle, his boss fight commences if Malleus makes him angry. Which is pretty easy. :'3

As for the fight itself, Riddle's has 2 stages: Stage 1, where he retains his flowery appearance and only summons 4 guards to protect him: Deuce and Ace, who work as the first pair. Ace defends while Deuce attacks and they switch in between. To defeat them, you have to knock out the attacker and inflict damage on them. As such they are forced to switch until one takes the finishing blow and both have to retreat. Next is Trey and Cater, who have the same gimmick, but more difficult. Stage 2 is when Riddle actually reveals his true colors and you have an epic swordfight with his true form, a fire monster, all in the middle of a ring of flames. Riddle would summon obstacles for Malleus, but alas, once he's dizzy, you can inflict quite a lot of damage in 1 hit.

Seaborne district

More like the very wierd district, which is underwater. Malleus has to get a mer potion, which he steals from Riddle, as such, he gets to explore the underwater kingdom. It's pretty easy to see Azul's grotto, the district leader, but after seeing him and realising his intentions, despite Malleus never getting a peek about who's he's dealing with, Azul puts his henchmen, Jade and Floyd to individually fight Malleus. If he defeats them, Azul will get mad and finally get out of his grotto, revealing that he is a gigantic octopus mer.

As for his boss fight, Azul attacks from multiple sides and also has the foul habit of punching in void with his tentacles. The gimmick is to dodge him until you find a piece of teary eye coral, which you can throw in his face and make him cry, thus vulnerable enough so you can land a few hits.

An important note is that after Azul's fight, he begs of Malleus, telling him that he's doing a big mistake, that he is doing the dirty work of someone else and that he shouldn't defeat them, for they lose their powers and leave the capital castle, where the ruler of the whole kingdom is, defenseless.

Malleus, rightfully is taken aback by this sudden, desperate, approach, but the misterious helper wasn't with him in here, yet they warned that Azul was sly and 2 faced. So he takes it with a grain of salt, saying the he shouldn't trust him. Surprisingly, Azul admits that he is not to be trusted, that he always wanted to gain something out of his deals, but now, now he is so desperate, to the point he gives to Malleus his shell pendant, his sign of status, telling Malleus that the shell is a protective pendant. And it will protect Malleus on his journey. Again, Azul begs of him that it was still not too late to give up on this, but ultimately he lets Malleus go, despite still being very capable to put out another fight.

Sunrise district

A district full of rabid and aggressive spirits, this district is rough and you had to be tough and show no mercy if you wanted to crawl alive out of it. In here, Malleus has to steal different uniforms of police grades via ambushing the people in question. This is how he comes to see face to face with the 2nd puzzle, Ruggie and Jack. In order for Jack to let you pass, you had to bring him something that proves the grade of uniform you have on. As for Ruggie? He doesn't wanna make an extra walk so he asks to find for him a deluxe meat sandwich. Once you gain both of them's approval, you finally meet Leona. :3

And Leona is a very tricky boss. He uses sand to make copies of himself, put obstacles in between him and Malleus and inflict immense amounts of damage via heavy attacks. He, tho, has a weak spot only when he is casting those heavy attacks, so you have to make sure you have a clear way to attack him when he does that.

Unlike Azul, where there it wasn't Malleus's helper so he talked to Malleus directly, Leona straight out addresses to the helper, ignoring Malleus, berating it for choosing such an idiot to do the dirty work. Malleus is taken aback, but Leona charges up a last power attack, which Malleus parrays and Leona ends up unconscious, unable to disclose anything anymore.

You see, that's also when Malleus's doubts start to form.

Manosi district

The richest district, full of luxury from left to right. In here, Malleus surprisingly is welcomed with open arms by the ruler, Kalim, who kindly invites him over for diner. Malleus's puzzle in here was mostly to keep a nice appearance and make the right hand of the ruler, Jamil, to trust him.

Except that the boss battle is Jamil himself, who wants to protect Kalim from the danger that Malleus poses. As such, we get a very epic fight against basilisk Jamil. The trick to defeating him is by defeating Kalim.

Even after the defeat tho, Kalim is accepting his defeat graciously and tells Malleus that he welcomed him because he saw Azul's pendant and knew that Azul put his trust in Malleus making the right decision.

Ceasornic district

In here we re-meet Idia, as this district is only ruled by machines, the tall middle tower being where Idia is residing. In order to reach Idia, Malleus had to make his way through various puzzles and disarm machineries. He also finds Idia in the middle of what one would call a ceremony ritual, him looming over a piedestal with a small pocket watch on it. The watch was ticking and Idia was mumbling how it still had long to go, even so, he couldn't possibly handle the moment it stops. When Malleus comes, Idia halts and immediately tells Malleus that he has an offer for him: He has the souls of Silver, Lilia and Sebek. They died pre-maturely, so Idia came to take care of them until their clocks would've finally stopped and they were ready to pass on. But, Idia could also do various things with those souls, including reincarnating them.

That's when the battle starts, with Idia keeping his distance from Malleus. In here, Malleus has 4 different stages: stage 1 where Malleus gets to retrieve Sebek's watch, stage 2, where he retrieves Silver's, stage 3,where he gets Lilia's and stage 4, where he gets the 4th watch, the one Idia initially holded on the piedestal.

This fight ends with Idia absolutely desperate to retrieve the 4th watch, as that one was of an actual living human. Malleus didn't have any right to tamper with lives of others, neither did Idia. He reveals that he can summon the watches and could only watch them. There are rules in this place. Rules that are meant so that no one could play god. And right now, Idia accuses Malleus that he is a mere human, one who thinks he has every right to waltz inside and fiddle with the balance of everything. But still, if what the other leaders told him was right, maybe Malleus was simply just a pawn. He begs for the 4th watch, as it's everything he wants. He offers to give Malleus his power he offers everything, just give him the watch.

Taken aback, Malleus looks at the 4th watch, noticing that on the side it was engraved a name: Ortho Shroud. He knew the boy. It was a middle school kid that would always come to the library when Malleus happened to also be there. He didn't knew too much, but he wanted to give up the watch, as it wasn't needed.

But Malleus's 'helper', tho, tells Malleus that Idia is lying and bluffing so he would show mercy. As such, they insist on Malleus destroying the watch.

Malleus tho, keeps the watch in his pocket, along with Lilia's, Sebek's and Silver's. And tells Idia that once he is finished with saving this place, he will return the watch back. Idia yells at him that he is not saving anything, that he's a mindless puppet that listens to that monster, but the 'helper' shuts Idia up with a spell.

In the end, we get to the palace, where, surprisingly, no emperor was there. Malleus is confused, but that's when the 'helper' reveals their true colors, as the dark overlord, who needed a human that cheats death in order to harness the power of the moon ring and gain access to the throne.

Basically Malleus did the bidding of the actual dark emperor he initially swore to defeat. The emperor wanted to destroy Malleus, now that they got to the peak of their power, but Azul's shell pendant protects him, cracking up and crumbling apart from the immense power.

Only now realising the actual situation, Malleus sets to make his record straight and fix his mistake, by taking on the dark emperor and using all the power and knowledge he had gained through this adventure.

In the end, the dark emperor is defeated and the generals are given back their powers. When meeting again with Malleus, they are glad that finally, the threat of the dark emperor doesn't hang upon their kingdom anymore. As such, with the moon ring still on his finger, Malleus was almost crowned king, but he denies. He wanted Lilia, silver and Sebek back. That's why he got involved in this mumbo-jumbo in the first place.

But his wish cannot come true. As the 3 watches stopped ticking, meaning the 3 souls came in peace and passed away. Malleus is devastated, but in the end, Kalim is the one that gives him his pair of scissors, telling Malleus that he deserves to live, for their sake. To make them proud by becoming the best version of himself. He tells Malleus that the scissors are now his, so that he could visit them anytime. The ring also was his and they hope that one day, Malleus will raise to be the hero he, himself, wanted to be.

In the end, Idia is the one that guides Malleus back, the latter returning Ortho's watch along with the other 3. But Idia denies the other 3, telling to Malleus that he should keep them, as a reminder for what he strives to be and who he wants to make proud.

In the end, Malleus is back to his normal life and he's happy with it... :3

[agentnico]

Dream Scenario (2023) Review

This film features possibly the best fart joke in the history of the cinema. They should advertise that on the poster!

Plot: Hapless family man Paul Matthews finds his life turned upside down when millions of strangers suddenly start seeing him in their dreams. When his nighttime appearances take a nightmarish turn, Paul is forced to navigate his newfound stardom.

This past decade Nicolas Cage has managed to enjoy a real comeback. Ever since he's paid back all those millions he owed to the IRS, he no longer needs to accept every acting role that's offered to him. He instead actually chooses some exciting and weird projects. Though they don't always pay off, they exhibit his care for the craft and consistent strive to deliver something different to his audience. Simply observing his last few years in the business, he's given us movies like Pig, Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent, Color Out of Space, Mandy, Into the Spider-Verse, Willy's Wonderland, and Mom & Dad. Heck, even Croods 2 was way better than expected - me and my fiancée laughed our heads off. Again, not all those films are masterpieces, but they certainly are different and provide a visceral viewing experience. So when I heard that Nicolas Cage was teaming up with A24, a studio that too recently stands out as a production company striving to give new filmmakers an exciting voice in the indie medium, it simply felt like a match made in heaven. Thus we have Dream Scenario.

Look, folks who know me know that I adore Nicolas Cage, so I do not want to come off as biased when I say this, but Nicolas Cage is great in this movie. Nope, it's not due to him having yet another weird haircut (what's with that recently by the way??). It's the fact that he manages to act as this very regular Joe, yet still makes him stand out. From his awkward demeanor, an honest naive outlook, and his voice - he was pitch-perfect, managing to be hilarious in his inept old-school perspective on things. It's Nicolas Cage at his best. Also, I have read that originally Adam Sandler was pitched for this role, and though I can see his farcical nature fitting in, it would have been a very different character to that delivered by Cage. Additionally, supporting turns from Julianne Nicholson, Tim Meadows, Dylan Gelula and Michael Cera were all welcome additions to the movie.

As for the film itself, it's also great. I love this idea of a random dude suddenly appearing in people's dreams for absolutely no reason. It's so rare to have a new original conception in a film in our day and age. Though this film could have so easily fallen into the trap of being an elongated one-joke, the creative team behind this seems to know what they are doing. Talk about getting everything out of a concept. The movie starts and you think, okay this is a lot of fun, but where are they going to go from here? Have no fear, they have plenty of tricks up their sleeves and the wild ride continues throughout. The film is hilarious. It contained some of the biggest theatre laughs I've heard in a long time. But it's more than that too. It actually gets quite touching and sad and has some really thought-provoking stuff going on. I do think it gets a tad lost in the cancel culture message, but only slightly.

The fact that this film started out as a project of Ari Aster is no surprise, as it has much in common with Beau is Afraid - notably the hapless and powerless central character and some surreal and blackly comic moments. In fact, what I really enjoyed was when the film leaned into that element of horror and the grotesque. Some of the nightmarish dream sequences really had that unsettling shock factor. I wish the movie was willing to go further into that, as even though I really like that the film went the more melodramatic route, in my mind I also wanted something even darker. That's not a gripe, but more so an observation of how a different vision for this film could have played out.

As for the aforementioned fart scene. Not spoiling anything, but this gag had the audience members in the screening howling with silent breathy cackling. It is one of the most well-calibrated comedic moments I've ever witnessed. The build-up to the timing and the actual punch line was simply sublime. Also, for a fart gag, it never felt crude, which is impressive in itself.

Overall Dream Scenario is a real treat. It has a very limited theatrical release here in the UK so had to travel to a different city to see it, but I'm so glad I did as one can never get enough of the man, the myth, the legend that is Nicolas Cage.

Overall score: 8/10

[neshionals]

Setting: The Jungle . Local time: Some day, 3rd week of February, 16:45

@kazxraval​ . TW: Spiders! Beware if you have Arachnophobia.

Which is the true nightmare, the horrific dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you WHEN YOU AWAKE? - Justin Alcala

Spiders, Nesh had to admit, truly were everywhere. This had been the third time he had to take a different path due to of one of them - or a few, really, was there a spider that could produce this many webs? On Meridium the answer probably was yes, and he wasn’t keen on finding out how big said spider might be. He had experienced Poecilotheria regalis, Indian ornament tarantulas, up close, back when he visited Gujarati in his summer holidays. Shithead!, his Naani had yelled at him when he had tried to mash it with his shoe. Oops. When they talked about jungles and rainforests in school, his teacher had always asked him to bring photos, pebbles (!) or anything else he brought back from India, but his mother had forbidden him to do so after their first vacation with Rahi (as if he had been interested, anyways. The first time he had seen a deer out in the wild, he’d told it that it looked ‘butters, dude’.), so they wouldn’t end up in the ER again just because his then youngest sister tried to eat a piece of tree she found in the living room.

Sometimes he imagined angry ancestors throwing full on bricks at him for being so non-amazed by being close to meter-long snakes, aggressive birds and slimy insects. You’re so posh! they’d yell. Maybe this was their punishment.

“Kaz?”, he yelled as he climbed over a fallen log, but no reply came. “Could have hidden in some nice front-yard instead,” Nesh then continued to mutter. And I should have just told everyone that I was an insurance company clerk when they asked for my occupation. Wouldn’t have let that one walk alone into the jungle. He knew that Kaz’ hearing was better than his own, but he wasn’t quite sure how much damage the other had gone through while being trapped in a tree. What that might have done to him.

Surely, there had been many spiders.

“Kaz!”, he repeated himself. Even though he had just gone for a swim, he was already sweating like a pig. A slight headache was approaching and his voice was a bit raspier than usual, due to him being slightly out of breath. Somewhere on his body stuck some leaves to his skin. 

He hoped it were leaves.

[glowyjellyfish]

Build an Uberhood Through Time setup Part 5

I think it’s part 5? I’ll come back and edit if I’m mistaken. Anyway, today we will be checking out Don Lothario’s colonial cabin!

I decided to set him up as a woodsman, basically hunter/woodcutter with the possibility of doing carpentry, butchery, and tanning as he goes along. He’ll probably specialize a bit along the way.

I like to think that he’s thinking about hunting those geese he’s watching.

Like the Calientes, he has a two-room cabin. I changed things up a bit with the log columns, and I think I’m getting better at framing photos!

 I think I ended up decorating his a little more than theirs for no particular reason. Here’s the kitchen and fireplace.

Dining. I figured Don would have a respectable collection of assorted booze.

Nothing spectacular, but I made a point of giving him a bearskin rug to sut his hunter lifestyle, and the bookcase is for Cassandra when she moves in. He also has a woodworking bench, and I realize now I forgot to give him a butchering station.

His bedroom continues the Hunter aesthetic.

Out back, he has a wood chopping area, some tanning stations, and an archery target to hone his skills. If this were the real 18th century, he’d have a hunting rifle, but this is the Sims 2, we make do.

He has several Giving Trees out back, along with a couple animal traps and nut spawners.

...and, like everyone, a small garden. His features a few rows of berry bushes. Overall, I tried to make his land look a little less tended than the other homes I’ve built so far, because as a woodsman he doesn’t see his land as something to artfully arrange and sculpt to his liking. I couldn’t resist giving him a cluster of wild roses by the cabin, though!

I actually did the work on this last weekend and didn’t get around to posting until now, so I might have a second post coming today or tomorrow. Probably of the Dreamer house; I have plans for them, but don’t know yet what to have the Burbs or the Brokes produce. Apparently, I had plans to have Jennifer do beekeeping while her husband operated a local school, but now the Calientes are keeping bees instead of trying to only do brewing. I may have her start a spice/salt business, but I’m not sure yet. And it’s gonna be tough to figure out what the Brokes can do with themselves. I might just have them keep pigs like in the Megakingdom, or chickens, or maybe they’ll just be doing their best to sustain themselves... I have to think about it.

[the-hem]

"Trapped!" From Luke 15:11-32.

The Parable of the Lost Son

This is undoubtably about Esau and Jacob, a discussion of how the youngest people are the ones that have the greatest share in the future and must likewise gain as sure a foothold upon it as they can, as soon as possible.

Jesus adds a few details to the story to explain how leaving home, leaving Egypt ends with the slaughter of the fatted calf rather than the worship of a golden calf, the death knell of all civilized culture.

Let us first notice the script begins with "Jesus continued." Two words sentences involving Jesus need to be looked at closely. In this case it means 1436, אדגו‎‎‎, "Jesus transferred his wealth":

11 Jesus continued: “There was a man who had two sons. 12 The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them.

13 “Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. 

14 After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. 

The Estate is freedom. Estates require land which give us security and the ability to do many other things but we are also bound to them. Imagine if an asshole came along and trapped you on your property and tried to take your freedom away? It happens all the time. So in this Parable, Jesus is trying to explain how owning property, if it is to anchor us to freedom requires a global commitment to the end of tyranny.

As we are leaning the very hard way in America, tyranny , seeded and tended by the Mormons and Republicans has grown up all around us. It is around the corner and coming down the front walk and that is because we have failed to understand the meaning of these words found in the Torah:

"The final two portions of the book of Genesis leave us with mixed feelings.

On the one hand, Jacob was finally at peace; his family was reunited and his son Joseph was the leader of Egypt, the world’s superpower.

For the first time in decades Jacob was living in tranquility. Joseph granted Jacob and his family Egypt’s best real estate, the region of Goshen, where they lived a worry-free, peaceful, existence.

On the other hand, it was a sad story. There was a dark cloud hanging over their tranquil life in the land of Goshen. The children of Israel were heading toward a period of terrible slavery.

The Torah, with a carefully selected Hebrew word, alludes to the complex reality of life in the Goshen region of Egypt.

The final verse in this week's Torah portion describes the Jewish people thriving:

And Israel dwelt in the land of Egypt in the land of Goshen, and they acquired property in it, and they were prolific and multiplied greatly.1

The Hebrew word for “acquired property” is “Va’ye’ah’chazu”, which is from the word ”Achuzah” which is commonly translated as estate. In our story the word is telling us that the Israelites acquired an estate in the land of Goshen.

The word “Achuzah”, however, has another meaning as well. It is from the root word “Achaz” which means to grasp. “Achuzah”, can also mean that the land grasped the Israelites.2 That in some way they were trapped by the land.

The word “Va’ye’ah’chazu”, then, has different and opposing meanings. It can mean “acquiring an estate”, which is a symbol of freedom, or it can mean being “grasped” by the land, which implies being trapped and enslaved."

Famines are created when the world forgets or turns away from the Torah. The wandering son represents what happens when the next generation, in search of land and a title do so after the example set by a generation that has let our understanding of the Torah lapse.

15 So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. 

16 He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

17 “When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! 

18 I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 

19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ 

20 So he got up and went to his father.

Pigs are a source of revulsion in the Torah. Pigs eating "pods" (aka 204, penises) while a person starves, is antichrist. What is the meaning of this for us, now?

The Gematria say it is 10744, אאֶפֶסז‎דד‎‎, aepsezdad which means "the new age, of refined gold and wisdom."

Ae= new age

psez= refined gold

dad'=judgement

When things get that bad, that the pigs are all gnawing on penises, then its time to turn around and return to the Estate:

“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

21 “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’

22 “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 

23 Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. 

24 For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.

=Clearly the moment Jacob returned from the hunt with the grab n go dinner his father requested. Everyone was happy but Esau, of course:

25 “Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. 

26 So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. 

27 ‘Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.’

28 “The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. 

29 But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. 

30 But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’

31 “‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. 

32 But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’”

The company of a young goat is just never going to amuse the same as a pack of raped whores. A goat you give to a Rabbi for the holidays. To a youngish man, the whores. A whore will take your money and tell you everything you need to know to be a man, tell you things no one anywhere else will tell you, and it will surely be worth the money to listen.

The older brother was going to end up creating Moab, more of the same. There are some things we can't know or anticipate lest we are worldly and some of them will teach us the hard way, but learn we must. One of them is of the Self and why it must be free stay that way, safe from the rigors of oppression, tyranny, superstition, poverty, scarity, ignorance, corruption, and depravity.

The Parable is not about the evils of wine, women, and song, not at all. The Gematria affirms the Jewish tradition of sending the boy out to a foreign prostitute, like Moses sent Joshua and the gang to Jericho, not to avoid women with very hairy armpits but so they learned something new.

For verses 29-31 it is 14742, ידז‎דב‎, yadz dev, from yadz devar, "God's Hand will lead the way."

A yad (Hebrew: יד; Yiddish: האַנט, romanized: hant, lit. 'hand') is a Jewish ritual pointer, or stylus, popularly known as a Torah pointer, used by the reader to follow the text during the Torah reading from the parchment Torah scrolls.

דבר

The verb דבר (dabar) means to formalize: to deliberately establish and pronounce something's name or definition. This causes the thing to become "real" in the mind of whoever understands this word, name or definition, and this in turn explains why all of creation was spoken into being, and Man in turn "named" all the animals by their name and finally his Wife by hers (Genesis 2:19-23).

This principle sits at the base of nominal reasoning and thus human awareness and ultimately Information Technology.

Jesus said via the Parable, life has to keep moving, especially when circumstances are no longer ideal or never were all that good to begin with. We are definitely on the cusp of war, drought, and famine and these ungodly things we will prevent if only we will stop acting so trapped, which we are not, and never have been. Read now from the Book of Malachi, Chapter 3:

3 “I will send my messenger, who will prepare the way before me. Then suddenly the Lord you are seeking will come to his temple; the messenger of the covenant, whom you desire, will come,” says the Lord Almighty.

16 Then the God-fearing men spoke to one another, and the Lord hearkened and heard it. And a book of remembrance was written before Him for those who feared the Lord and for those who valued His name highly.

17And they shall be Mine, says the Lord of Hosts, for that day when I make a treasure. And I will have compassion on them as a man has compassion on his son who serves him.

18And you shall return and discern between the righteous and the wicked, between him who serves God and him who has not served Him.

19For lo, the sun comes, glowing like a furnace, and all the audacious sinners and all the perpetrators of wickedness will be stubble. And the sun that comes shall burn them up so that it will leave them neither root nor branch, says the Lord of Hosts.

20And the sun of mercy shall rise with healing in its wings for you who fear My Name. Then will you go forth and be fat as fatted calves.

= "You will be wise, you will be smart, you will subdue the wicked, and mercy will rise on its wings and protect us all."

[shelterpark]

WELCOME BEBE STEVENS!

`Name:` Bebe Chanel Stevens

'Age:` 24

`Gender:` Cis Woman

`Pronouns:` she/her/hers/herself

`Sexuality:` Straight, but is willing to make out with girls. (bicurious)

`Height:` 5’7’’

`Location:` Shelter Wilds (the woods, more specifically)

`Occupation:` Bebe is trying to fend for herself right now, key word being ‘trying’. She’s holed herself up in the woods, living in an abandoned caravan.

`Brief History:` Bebe was extremely popular and well-liked throughout school, and remained friends with all the girls up until they had to leave for college. But, she was a social butterfly, and seemed to flourish even more in college than in her small high school. Her Instagram was wonderfully organized and always super good looking, and always had a busy schedule. She did manage to keep her grades at a fairly decent level, while still making time to go to the gym, and have a social life, even if her social life came first most times. She got a degree in fashion merchandising, wanting to open an online store when she graduated. She moved back to South Park after college, wanting to save up enough money to get a nice apartment as she ran her online boutique out of her bedroom, mostly focusing on reselling items as she got her footing.

Bebe originally didn’t believe in the news coming out about the zombies, and it took people around her getting sick for her to take it seriously, but by that time it was a little too late, and Bebe found herself trapped in a caravan in the woods, having been chased there by a zombie, and having to make makeshift weapons out of things she found around. She’s out of shoes, hangers, and other basic cooking utensils, but she does have great aim now, and is left relatively alone if she doesn’t make enough noise. She’s ventured out of the caravan a few times, managing to find a nonworking radio on her last trek out.

`5 or more HeadCanons:`

❤️ Bebe found it scarily freeing to not have to worry so much about her appearance once the apocalypse started. Without any (living) boys around her, there wasn’t any need to be as glamorous as she would normally be. She does still try to look cute, but it’s mostly for herself, and no one else. You can’t fight zombies if your hair is all gross and in your face.

❤️ Bebe always thought that someone would go looking for her at some point, whether it was Clyde, or Wendy, or her parents, but no one really did, and with her cell phone no longer working, she assumed most people were just ignoring her calls.

❤️ Bebe took to killing zombies with relative ease, becoming pretty good with an array of weapons. She can climb to the top of the caravan, and scout from the windows.

❤️Bebe talks to herself. A lot. She;s always been chatty, but now with no one around, she’s the only audience she has. Not too loudly to attract other zombies, but definitely when she’s safe in her little caravan. She makes up stories about where all her childhood friends are, and how they probably survived, along with poor imitations of their voices.

❤️Bebe got in trouble a lot as a kid for being violent. She ended up going to juvie once, and since then, has seemed to straighten out. She still has a rage inside of her, and beat up a boy in college for saying something degrading to her friend. He ended up not telling anyone, so Bebe got off scot free. Bebe has always had rage inside of her, especially when it concerns her female friends. She believes that most guys are pigs unless proven otherwise, and tends to be less trusting of them.

❤️Bebe is pretty deep and introspective, and incredibly emotionally intelligent, though most just write her off for being a dumb, pretty blonde. She can read people pretty easily, and is great at giving advice, especially with relationships. She’s a huge Taylor Swift fan for this exact reason, and if you hear humming over the radio, it’s probably her

❤️(These are extra depending on the muns) Bebe had an on again, off again relationship with Clyde all throughout High School, and ended up with them breaking up when they went to separate colleges. To Bebe, she doesn’t know if it was her first and only love, or an obligation brought on by being head cheerleader. She thinks Clyde is a bit too childish, and a bit too much of a flirt. She’s dated some other boys in South Park, but nothing as seriously, or as long, as Clyde.

`RP Example:` “Oh fuck this.” Bebe muttered to herself. Throwing the radio down in frustration as she crossed her arms over her favorite hoodie. This hoodie in particular had been dubbed ‘her clean hoodie’ and was solely allowed for occasions where she wasn’t kicking zombie ass, and it was safe from getting splattered in zombie guts. The radio, now on the floor in front of her, was found in her last expedition outside of her makeshift shelter, but the issue was making it connect to the outside world. It was plucked off of some poor, unsuspecting r girl, who, to be polite and not gross, didn’t really need it anymore. The girl’s outfit was also unflattering and did nothing for her figure and undertones, but that's besides the point. An apocalypse wasn’t a good reason to look gross. Bebe was in the same apocalypse, and her jeans were both cute, and allowed her to kick over her head.

“I just had to take theater in high school, and not like engineering. Lot of good theater is serving me now. Engineering, I would have like, had a whole set up. Maybe get this caravan rolling..” Bebe sighed. She picked the radio up once more, flipping open the control panel to poke at the wires. It wasn’t that the radio wasn’t turning on, but it wasn’t tuned to an outside channel, but some weird inter-group one, which was now silent. .Bebe turned the dial on the top again, flipping through silent stations, talking to herself, “Hello? Anyone out there that isn’t a rotting corpse? A heartbeat? Maybe nice arms and fat ass.” Bebe said, frowning a bit as a bit of sound escaped one of the channels as she was moving it back and forth during her speech. The radio often made weird sounds, static humming or swells, but never really human speech. She quickly started turning the dial back, searching for the sound again, pausing on each click of the dial to listen for a few seconds, before finding one where people were talking. Bebe didn’t recognize their voices, either the 4 years of zombie fighting really took a toll on everyone’s vocal chords, or she just couldn’t associate the poor sound quality with a face. They were going on and on about something, but Bebe was quick to interrupt. “Hey that sounds, so interesting and all, but I would super appreciate some help. I’ve been trapped in wilds for like, ever. I don’t even care who comes and saves me at this point.” Bebe said, pausing in her speech to take a short breath. “And I promise I'm like super cute, and would really appreciate some kind of organized effort.” Bebe stopped to listen in, hearing no response. "Those motherfuckers.” Bebe whispered to herself, after hearing no response.

[living4mybrazilianalpha]

Not so romantic seaside week end (part 5)

After finishing the mix of piss and food it had been offered for breakfast, the sub went back at the feet of its Master. Of all the conversation they had before meeting the sub had understood how much it should prioritize these feet. And so did it. Licking again each and every toe. It could tell its Master was horny and it did not want to miss a chance of pleasing HIM

The reward came quickly. Again it felt its collar pulled upward and there it was, the amazing Alpha cock it had been dreaming of for weeks. “Lick it fag”. “Yes SIR”. If one thing the sub had a hard working tongue. The magnificent cock was hard and smelly. The tongue cleaned it all in a matter of seconds. And then the Alpha headfucked its sextoy. HE went wild. Holding the hair of the fag and pushing deep and long to maximise HIS pleasure. And HE exploded in its mouth almost immediately as they were both horny as hell… “swallow it all pig”. “Yes SIR”

The Alpha pulled back up HIS shorts and snap HIS fingers “off to the beach”

- Sorry Sir can i clean myself and get my swimming suit

- kidding me ? You are my slave, you come as you are, naked, caged and collared. It’s a nudist beach anyway”

The sub face went red. Never had it done anything like this. Although it was so proud to belong to this Alpha, it had never thought of being exposed as a caged sex slave. But « you know what ? » said the Alpha “this is not an option”? HE did not even have to say it, the sub with its mouth still full of the taste of HIS amazing cum, was already totally trapped. It would have crossed the Paulista avenue naked would the Alpha ask for it.

After a few minutes they were on the beach. Not too busy at that time of the day. The sun was high and everyone was either resting under an umbrella or in the water. The sub tried to avoid crossing anyone eyes, so ashamed it still was. But it could feel some men checking it and the Alpha was encouraging it to provoke…

“Check this man there, look at his cock, you should go and suck it”. The sub was not completely ready and its Alpha knew it. HE took it to a more remote part of the beach, under the palm trees. There was an old bench. “Lie on it fag”. HE took from HIS bag a rope HE had taken and in notime the fag was completely tied up to the bench.

Two guys, 50+, had been watching the all scene. A couple obviously they were palping each other’s cock while watching

“My fag is on offer, you can be the first one to use it”. In no time the middle-aged piece of meat was abused at both end. One man fucking its throat with a huge 20cm tool the other one fucking hard the back side. And switching. The sub had already completely forgotten where it was, and all its earlier precautions had completely disappeared. It gave one of the best bj it had ever given and in no time the other man exploded in its ass. “Good boy” pet the Alpha that had watched the all scene.

A group of 3 young guys, in their 20s, was watching from distance. Not nudists, as they had kept their shorts and shirts but curious to see what was going around. Obviously they did not want to interact with the first couple but impatient to take their chance with the sub and its Alpha.

One of them, less timid, came towards the Alpha. “Can we play with you two?”

“Sure, suck my cock first ”. For a second the sub went jealous. It could tell the Alpha had found the kid pretty much to HIS taste and the sub saw how quickly that kid got rewarded with the cock it had been expecting all night. But it was not long before the two other guys jumped on him. And they were hot. There first time on the beach and the opportunity to rape a guy tied up, defense less, on a bench ? They went crazy. And the Alpha and the first kid after some time also joined each of them taking turn at the sub’s mouth.

The sub had already been fuck by 5 guys when its Alpha came to it and softly in its ear told it « now fag i am going to mix my cum with the juice these other guys left in you. Enjoy »

It was just delightful. No matter how exhausted it was from all the fucking, the sub gave its ass to its Master for the first time, enjoying each and every stroke. Squeezing it as much as it could - not that easy after 5 had fucked it - and making sure the Alpha would have the best time of HIS day…

When the Alpha exploded, the sub knew it had satisfied HIM by the moaning and screaming and felt the milk shake in its ass as the best reward it could expect.

No need to say that more candidates had arrived… arroused by the scene and eager to line up.

The Alpha took a quick decision. « My sub will satisfy all of you. Please make a proper line. » HE counted 7 guys willing to fuck it. And they did. One after the other. The cum of the previous one, lubrifying the cock of the next. That hole took 7 loads in the following two hours. And loved it.

By sun down the sub had been fucked by 12 random guys plus its Master. Its hole was full of cum, its mouth too. More guys on the beach were coming but the Alpha asked them to come back day after « same time, same place » and once that batch of seven was done HE freed the slave and gave it the warmest hug the slave could have dream of.

(To be continued)

[coopers-kitchen]

A lot of cannibals are also into hunting the most dangerous game, and I'd be stupid not to get a piece of the action. After all, I own two private islands with my resorts, with a third on the way, and it's simple to organise a hunt.

A few times a year, I'll host an exclusive experience for some exceptionally high-paying clients - for a quarter of a million a pop, they'll get a true hunters experience.

On night one, a volunteer is served, and at dawn the next day we release the first fat boy - either someone the staff have captured for the specific purpose or being hunted or, for an extra $50,000, a specific pig they have their eyes on.

This fat boy was the pool boy of one of my most frequent clients. They'd fucked a few times, but when he walked in on him fucking his son he had better ideas for what to do with his body.

Between investments, the hunts, regular visits to Isla Cerdos, and frequent dinners at my restaurants, his boss has pumped eight digits into my businesses. I might even have waived the fee, if he didn't like the power of paying to source a pig he wanted, and getting him to Isla Cerdos was as simple as having one of the chefs pose as an uber driver and drugging him.

We saved him for the last night, kept him caged to watch as one by one the others were released, hunted, and dragged back tied to a pole to be prepped, cooked, and devoured. He and the other pigs were fed well, of course - they need the energy for an entertaining hunt, and longpig is a great source of protein.

Still, he could get out of it, right? There's no fun if there's no risk, so any pig that makes it to nightfall gets to walk free.

Still, that's not to say that we hunt entirely fairly. The prey is stripped to their underwear with just the tools they can make on the way, and there's a variety of rewards up for grabs for anyone who has information that helps track him down. For staff, it's a bonus. For pigs, it's an extra day off for whatever excursions they want. For guests, it's an invitation to dinner or a 10% discount on their entire stay. Add to that the non-lethal booby traps and the fact that he's being hunted by a group of people with high-powered tranquilizer rifles and, well, no pig has ever survived the hunt and made it off the island as anything more than a few extra pounds.

We took this photo at dawn and gave him a thirty minute head start and I gotta say, he did well. He lasted a whole nine hours, even had a couple of close calls that he wiggled out of. Well, eventually he snapped a twig and then twisted his ankle while he was running away. He was still limping but the guy who paid to have him hunted got him in the ass with a dart.

He was tied to a pole and carried back to camp, then flushed out and cleaned with sea water. He struggled as he was stuffed with wild rice, native fruits and longpork from the previous night's hunt but let's face it, if you can't get away uninjured, you're going to have less luck drugged, limping, and with a bunch of cannibals holding you down while they force stuffing down your throat and up your ass. Then, it was just a matter of tying his limbs together and adding him into the stew we'd prepared - he may have been a great swimmer, but it didn't do him any good. Within a few hours that tender meat was falling off the bone, and just as delicious as he looked.

We have slots for the next hunt in March, so why not sign up? And remember, it's worth the extra expense to choose a pig of your own.

Bigger is better, right?🫃