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Karen the bearded dragon enjoys helping me study. She definitely thinks she is better than me, but she's good moral support🤎
Keep at it and finish your semester strong!!
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。⋆ʚ♡ like father, like son
›› chapter 2 ›› nsfw 18+ ongoing multi-chapter fic!
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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› megumi fushiguro x reader ›› toji x reader x megumi (mfm) ›› 18+ f!reader ›› started: 12/6/23 : updated: 1/29/24 : status: ongoing
‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you.
‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen
‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent
‹𝟹 tags: good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, aged up characters, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity
‹𝟹 notes: formatting next chapter for tumblr! there are currently 4 posted on ao3. i have the 5th in the works! it gets spicy!
!! - again, PLEASE READ TAGS BEFORE CONTINUING - !!
! - ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ - !
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Chapter 2: Intimacy and Exposure
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By mid afternoon, you and Megumi are both exhausted with your full course load. You both major in biology, no emphasis right now. Megumi loves animals, so he will probably pursue something veterinary later. As for you, you’re undecided. You chose biology because it’s very general and broad, and also so you could be with Megumi more. You would never tell him that, though. You just say “idk maybe some science-y crap” and shrug it off.
You weren’t able to get lunch, so you both decide to visit a coffee shop after your last class of the day. A snack and some caffeine would help get you through for a while until you decide what you want to eat that night.
Megumi orders his usual black cold brew and muffin. The barista asks how to spell his name, and giggles? Is she flirting with him?
“That’s a cute name…” She says as she writes it down on his cup. “And for you…?” She barely glances at you.
You’re not sure how you feel in that moment. Was she flirting with Gumi? Am I jealous? Why is my heart racing?
“Oh I’ll just get an iced black tea and a banana bread please.” You try to not show your emotions while speaking. You’re not sure why you feel this way though.
You hope and pray to whoever is out there, any deity listening, that Megumi would not see you blushing and jealous.
You think you’re in the clear, he didn’t notice. He drives you home and you scroll your phone, acting like everything is normal. In reality, you’re shaking.
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Sitting around the table, you both have your laptops and books out in front of you. It’s been a couple hours of studying, and you’re ready to take a break.
“Gumi, can we take a break and watch something? If I read the word bacteria one more time I’m going to go insane.” You tell him more than ask, already getting up out of your seat. You’re yawning, walking straight towards your bedroom, not even bothering to wait up for him. You already know he will follow.
Your room is hyperfeminine, plushies everywhere, cute shit everywhere. But you also have a mix of other stuff, like your consoles and gaming setup (that Megumi helped you get), a bass guitar that you’ve barely touched, piles of books you haven’t sorted yet.
You turn the tv on, hopping onto your bed. Megumi follows and lies next to you. You’re already aware of his presence and he isn’t even touching you.
“What do you wanna watch, Gumi?” You ask as you scroll through different apps.
“Whatever you want, you have better taste in movies and shows.” He doesn’t really care, he just savors the opportunity to be close to you. He lies behind you, almost touching but not quite. He’s close enough to feel the tickle of your hair. He feels weird thinking that your hair smells nice.
You choose some random comedy show, not caring to pay any attention. You just wanted a chance to rest and turn your brain off for a while.
Megumi moves a little close, resting his hand on the side of your abdomen. This isn’t the first time you’ve been close to Megumi, you both used to cuddle under the same blanket on cold nights or huddle under one when playing games as kids. But for some reason, now it feels different. Maybe it’s because you’re hyperaware? It has to be that, right?
Your heart beats faster, your skin feeling warm to the touch with every movement he makes. Does he notice? Is he aware of these things too? Am I overthinking things?
An hour passes by, but it feels like an eternity. You’re so hyperaware that every second feels like 20 minutes have passed. He hasn’t done more than gently caress the side of your body. He doesn’t seem to be making any advances. So why is this so painful to endure? Why does a simple touch make your body feel hot, with something pooling in between your legs?
Megumi is aware. You think he isn’t, but he can tell. Your breathing is irregular, your pulse is uneven, your skin is hot. He notices, and it drives him insane. But he’s respectful, he wouldn’t try anything. You are basically siblings with how long you’ve known eachother and lived together.
It’s getting hard to breathe. Even the lightest touch sends jolts through your body. You turn around to meet his gaze, with a look he’s never seen before. Your face is red, you’re struggling to breathe, while looking into his eyes like you know his secret. He’s flushing too, starting to sweat, feeling heat spread through his body. Your eyes are intoxicating to Megumi.
He looks at your eyes, then your panting lips, and back to your eyes again. He’s thinking of everything he wants to do to you, he doesn’t care if it’s wrong.
He touches your cheek, caressing you gently. Your breath hitches as he’s so close to you. He runs his fingers down your neck, before he pushes you to your back. It’s not forceful by any means, but mostly surprising.
He’s on top of you, pinning your arms to your pink bedsheets as he leans down towards you.
“Y/N…” he breathlessly speaks, “tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”
You definitely do not want it to stop. You’re staring up at him with your doe eyes, unable to control your breathing. He leans in closer, his face not even an inch away from yours.
His lips crash into yours. You’re surprised, you didn’t think he would be so intense, and this good at kissing. He’s biting your lip, trying to elicit little yelps and mewls from you. He’s kissing you so roughly, forcing his tongue inside your mouth. Megumi is still on top of you, pressing his body against yours.
You can feel his heartbeat, his hot skin, his bulge against your body. You don’t know why, but you lift your hips and legs up a bit to angle yourself better against his body. Feeling him so close, pressing into you was making you feel almost drunk.
He releases one of his hands from pinning yours so he can caress your cheek a bit more. His hand travels down your neck again, moving towards your chest, before eventually resting at the bottom hem of your shirt.
He’s giving you sloppy kisses, before he momentarily stops to ask you a question. “Y/N, can I?” he asks while gentle tugging on your shirt.
You giggle. He’s too damn cute. You nod your head yes and he releases your other hand.
You pull your shirt above your head, leaving your bralette on.
He looks down at your flushed frame, no longer hidden behind some random band t-shirt. The moment you take your shirt off, he’s harder than ever before. You feel him poking into you a bit.
He kisses you with more passion this time, grinding his bulge into your clothed cunt. He’s grunting and making little moans in between kisses.
He lifts his head a bit to look at you and moves his hand over your bralette. He admires the intricate lace detail, thinking it suits you perfectly. He licks his lips. You know he wants to desperately feel what’s under, but you decide to tease him a bit.
You wrap your legs around his waist, forcing your bodies to be even closer. He grunts a bit, looking at you. You smirk and pull his head back down to make out with you.
You’re grinding against him with fervor, unrelenting and unforgiving. The feeling of him rubbing against you is oh so good, and extremely hot.
He moves his hand towards the waistband of your shorts. “May I, Y/N?” You think it’s sweet that he asked. You decide to reward him a bit.
You roll him over and push him against the mattress. You quickly get up and pull your shorts off, leaving your panties on. You take your bralette off. He’s watching you like a starved dog, savoring every second of this.
You pull his sweatpants off, leaving only his boxers on. He’s looking at you, with wide eyes, excited and surprised.
You straddle his waist, sitting on top of him. You grind against him, eliciting sounds of pleasure from his lips. You lean towards him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, before leaving a trail down his neck. You suck on his skin, giving him small and faint lovebites. He looks so cute.
You have a suddenly devious idea. “Megumi, can I try something?”
He instantly nods yes; he wants you to do anything and everything with him.
“Lay down then, please. I want to try something I saw online once….” You say as you move towards his head. You’re hovering above him now. He’s directly at eyelevel with your clothed pussy, and he feels his boxers get tighter the closer you get.
“Let me know if you need me to stop, please <3.” You hum as you pull your panties aside and lower yourself onto his face.
He can feel your drenched cunt against his mouth and instinctually starts getting at it. Licking and sucking like it was his last supper. Megumi couldn’t really breathe, but he didn’t care. He could die right now and have no regrets. He would die a happy man.
You moan as he’s sucking and flicking between your folds. The noises you make drive him even more insane, he thinks he could cum right then with how much of a turn on it is.
You lift yourself up, giving him a moment to catch his breath as you look down at him. He’s staring up at you with the eyes of an animal.
You sit back down, and he continues once more. Sucking on your clit, savoring the taste of your essence, and basically fucking the air. He’s straining against his boxers now, desperate for any touch or release.
You have another idea. You lift yourself back up and turn around, your cunt still in front of his face. You lean down towards his straining cock. You push your cunt back down on his face, and like a good boy, he continues again.
“Fuck Megumi…” You whimper out as you push against his tongue. You move your hand over his boxers, palming his cock. You notice he’s quite big and you’re a little scared.
You release his cock from his underwear and it springs up. Megumi grunts under your touch. You stroke his cock a bit, slowly. That’s not your objective however.
You lift up once more as you move to spit on top of his cock. Megumi moans again, feeling the sensation of your spit covering the head of his cock.
You sloppily kiss the tip, earning a moan and a few curses from Megumi. “Fuck… Y/N.”
You move forward to suck the tip, before letting it come out with an audible pop sound. “You have hands too, Megumi…”
Your pussy is still in front of him, and he gently moves his hand to brush over your clit, circling it. You moan as you take him back into your mouth again. You’re desperately hoping this feels good, it’s your first time doing any of it.
Megumi pushes his index finger in, noticing how wet and tight your cunt already is. He’s salivating at the thought of when he can fuck your tight hole, but he’s content with just learning your body for now. Everytime he pumps his finger in and out, he hears your sweet, angelic voice.
The way you respond to his touch is music to your ears. Your mewls and whimpers drive him crazy enough already.
You take his cock back in your mouth, trying to push more in as he fucks you with his finger. He adds another of his slender fingers inside, feeling how he’s stretching you already. You moan around his cock, and this turns Megumi on more.
He moves to push you against the bed again, pushing your body down gently. He never breaks contact with your cunt, as he starts to fingerfuck you even harder. He’s watching you squirm and moan under his touch, and he can’t get enough of it.
“Megumi… Aah!!” His touch is relentless. He wants to hear every sound you can possibly make. He finger fucks you harder, feelings your walls clamp around his fingers. He uses his other hand to rub circles around your clit. You’re nearing your climax, and he’s eager to see all of it.
You’re drunk in the pleasure that is Megumi’s skilled fingers. He brings you to the edge, watching as pleasure washes over your entire body. He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, wanting to savor your juices all while never breaking eye contact with you.
Your chest is heaving, but you want to make this man feel good too. You roll over and crawl across the bed towards him. He sits atop the bed once more, spreading his legs open and smirking.
The way you’re crawling towards him is incredibly hot. He knows what you’re about to do.
You make your way to his cock, spitting on it once more and stroking it a bit. You know you can’t fit all of this beast, but you want to try your hardest.
You look up at him as you take his cock into your mouth. You make it about halfway before you feel at your limit.
“Y/N, you’re taking me so well. You’re such a good girl,” he praises you as you drool over his cock. He gently grabs your hair, not tugging but mostly just applying pressure.
Your pussy drips again at the praise as you continue to go up and down. You’re finding a rhythm to breathe and still go at a decent pace. Using your hands also helps, and whenever you fondle his balls, Megumi’s eyes roll back into his head a bit.
“Y/N.. I’m close..” He says as he bucks his hips against your mouth. “Please.. don’t stop..”
You suck harder and moan against his cock. You don’t particularly like the idea of cum in your mouth, but for Megumi, you would do it.
He covers the back of your throat with his cum, and groans as you empty his balls like an expert. “Y/N… fuck…”
You pull back up, trying to not show how displeased you are with the taste of cum.
“That was… fuck…” He lets out an exhausted sigh. “Fucking… amazing…”
You’re laying down together again, not even caring to get dressed again. The studying can wait for later, for now you want to relish this moment.
You’re not sure what this means between you two, but you’re still happy that it happened. You yawn as he snuggles around you as the big spoon, surrounding by the same fuzzy blanket and cute plushies.
He thinks it’s so cute how tired you get after that. He lays there as you fall asleep before him, memorizing and tracing every detail of your body.
Toji comes home not long after Megumi finally passes out. He doesn’t see food on the table, and goes to check your room. He sees you and Megumi, asleep under your fuzzy pink comforter.
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im not saying this to come at you, as a bengal owner myself (though i do not plan to purchase any more of them), but aren’t there issues of ethicality surrounding the bengal breed as well, because of their wild cat blood? in particular ive heard stories from vets online regarding the fact that they do not handle visits the way fully domestic animals do and can be dangerous as a result. i see this in my own bengal as well despite his coming from a reliable and reputable breeder and regularly receiving comments from vets that he is very well behaved for the breed. despite being generations down, the wild blood has a clear effect on how well he handles shots, flea treatments, etc. however, outside of vets, very few people seem to actually discuss this matter in relation to the breed. i had personally not even thought about it until i saw them compared to wolfdogs, so i thought to bring it up to you in case you were the same.
Hey there anon, it's no trouble at all! I'll split this into two parts. It's gonna be a long one, so take a look under the cut for my answers (and a very cute photo of Kep).
The question about aggression is interesting to me, as I've never actually heard of bengal-specific aggression before. To vetblr and catblr, what are your experiences with bengal aggression? Do you find the breed leans one way or another?
On that note, let's look at aggression. Like I said, this ask is actually the first I've ever heard of bengal cats being aggressive! Of all the bengal owners I've talked to, both breeders and your average folk, none mentioned anything about human or cat aggression in bengals. As a high energy breed, bengals are known to be environmentally destructive when understimulated, but I can't find anything supported by science stating the breed is any more or less human/cat aggressive than your regular tabby. In talking to both my vet and acquaintances that work at vet clinics, they've all only had positive things to share about bengal personalities.
In my own F7 bengal experience Kepler is as sweet as a button, and even in high stress situations like parties or vet visits he is calm and friendly. He's never had issues with shots, ultrasounds, flea treatments, or handling from the vet. (Dave my domestic shorthair, on the other hand, needs multiple drugs including complete anesthetic to prevent him from hurting himself or veterinary staff, and has a greater history of aggressive behaviour). I actually purchased Kepler because the bengal personality seemed a lot safer and more consistent than adopting a dsh from the shelter and risking owning two aggressive cats.
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(A photo of Kepler at the fear free vet, allowing them to lay him on his back for an ultrasound and urine collection.)
Regarding ethics, the issue most look to is the Wild x Domestic cross of the asian leopard cat and domestic shorthair. In the United States and other countries with lax animal welfare laws, poaching and private ownership of servals to create the Savannah breed is an ongoing issue, so it makes sense to want to apply the same logic to bengals.
The reason the cross is not an issue to me personally is that the bengal is considered a "closed breed" under the TICA and CFA, meaning that breeders can no longer register and show <F4 bengals or create new bengal bloodlines by outcrossing to the asian leopard cat. As of this change reputable registered bengals are considered a fully domestic cat and not a wild cross.
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(The CFA breed standard stating no bengal can be outcrossed to asian leopard cats.)
This means that so long as you source your pet from a registered and reputable breeder, you are not contributing to the poaching or the unethical breeding of wild mixes. It's a fantastic inclusion, as it also actively discourages people from poaching, owning and breeding wildlife. It also makes it clear to potential cat owners like myself which breeders to avoid (ie. those that don't register or show their "bengals").
As an Albertan Canadian I also have further peace of mind as it is illegal for people in this province to own or import wildlife or wild mixes F4 or below, so there is no chance of getting a poached cat (or its offspring) unless I went to the black market or a particularly shady breeder.
Are there people in the United States and other countries that still cross domestics with ALCs? Most definitely. But I personally don't think that owning a cat that is;
Purchased from a reputable breeder;
Barred by law to be a recent outcross; and
Registered under a cat fancy that discourages outcrossing
actively supports modern poaching or unethical wildlife ownership. Cat fancy has taken steps to minimize the harm of bengal breeding and ownership on wildlife while still preserving a bit of cat history. Those steps are sufficient enough for me to be comfortable with it, and I hope that breeds like the savannah cat follow in their footsteps with a closed breed standard.
That being said, if the history of the bengal upsets you or is something that rubs you the wrong way, I wouldn't fault you for it. Wildlife and animal welfare is a bit of a tricky business, and it's not always black and white. Just make sure to do your research and be open to multiple opinions. I appreciate you reaching out to me, and I hope my own thoughts have given you something to think about, even if you don't agree. Cheers!
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Author’s note: it’s... been a while since I’ve written anything, I wrote a lot of hockey imagines back in the day and haven’t posted anything in a handful of years, but I recently watched Top Gun Maverick for the first time and this came to me as I was falling asleep one night and I just needed to get out. 
Prompt: “you were never there for me when I wanted you to be there, they were.”
Pairing: Bradley x f!Reader, slight Bob x f!Reader if you squint; no use of Y/N, only body description is curvy
warning: swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions of lingerie
not dialogue heavy
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You and Bradley grew up together. Your mom’s were best friends, you two had been born only months apart from each other, and when Bradley’s dad passed away, it was a no-brainer that your mom would take Carole and Bradley in. 
Growing up your mom’s always had the idea that you and Bradley would end up together, so when you two started dating they were over the moon. You two were already inseparable, add romance to the mix and you two became unbearable to all of your friends, he was your first everything; first love, first kiss, first time, and later on, first heartbreak.
When Carole passed away it was hard for Bradley. To be so young and to have already lost both your parents before becoming an adult yourself is no easy feat. Unfortunately, your mom followed soon after Carole. Your dad was no longer in the picture, so leaving the only place you had ever called home was easy to do. 
You followed Bradley to University of Virginia after you graduated high school, he studied political science and you took undergrad courses that would later allow you to get into veterinary medicine, something that you had felt called to do your whole life, just like he felt a call to the Navy. 
You’ll never forget when he came home, seething angry about how his godfather pulled his papers into the naval academy. You were there for him while he cried in frustration and cursed Pete “Maverick” Mitchell’s name. 
You were there for his college graduation, proudly cheering for him from the audience as he got his political science degree. He had a massive smile on his face as he realized he was finally able to focus on getting into the Navy. Which he did, later that summer after he graduated. 
When it came time for you to graduate with a general science degree, he was nowhere to be seen. The seat that he should have been sitting in was empty and cold, and you returned home to a dark apartment later that evening. It was after midnight when he finally made his appearance, stumbling into the unit you two shared after a night out with a few guys he had met at the naval academy who happened to be in town. You just smiled and told him it was okay before tucking him into bed. 
When he graduated from the naval academy, you were there for his tapping out ceremony. He reminded you everyday in the week leading up to it so you wouldn’t forget, not like it mattered though because you couldn’t wait to see him doing what he wanted to do. 
You put your career on hold while he was away at Top Gun, you would bartend while he would sit at the bar so you could spend time together, that was before he met a solid group of fellow aviators who became his friends, and in turn yours. 
You applied to University of California, Davis for their veterinary program and ended up being accepted into the program on your first application. You were over the moon, but when you called him he left you with a “that’s great baby, but I’m out with the guys right now. Love you” before hanging up and you sighed, knowing he was stressed and this was an easy way for him to blow off some steam. 
You met the special detachment a few weeks before your white coat ceremony at UC Davis, connecting instantly with all of them and they were all excited for you to attend the veterinary program. There were promises of them attending the white coat ceremony so you got tickets for the six of them, plus Bradley. 
You texted all of them in a group chat about what time the ceremony started and they all assured you that they would be there, but when your name got called, only Bob was seated in the middle of six empty chairs. Your heart sank but you kept your smile as you got your white coat.
“Well, look at you.” Bob says in his Montanan accent and you smile as he wraps his arms around you. “You look great, future dog-ter.” 
You laugh and choke back the tears, “Thanks Bobby, it means a lot.” you give him a small smile and he rubs your shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” he says and you shrug, not worth dwelling on the rest of the team not being there.
He takes you out to dinner and despite only knowing each other for a few weeks, it felt easy talking to him. You opened up to him about your dad never being there, your mom raising you alongside Bradley with Carole. You tell him about your childhood dog Harley and how your grandparents had a couple of horses in the mountains that you used to ride. He told you about his sisters, what life was like in rural Montana, and how he couldn’t wait to go back and see his family even if it meant doing some chores around the farm. When he smiled at you over a shared piece of tiramisu, you knew you were done for.
You kept your secret for the next four years, every important event in your life, you counted on Bradley not to show up, but Bob was always there to take you out for dinner afterwards, an unspoken tradition. 
You had many fights with Bradley during those four years, each fight led you to spend the night at Bob’s and overtime he fell for you too. Slowly, then all at once when you ended up on his doorstep crying for the third time this month already.
“Sweetheart..” he breathes out as you barely into his chest and sob. He pulls you inside and shuts and locks his door before walking over to the couch, “do you want to talk about it?” he asks and you just shake your head no.
“Brad and I broke up.” you sob out and he holds you a little tighter.
Two days ago, you graduated with your PhD in veterinary medicine. You had done it, you officially became a doctor. You had invited everyone to the ceremony, Bradley, Bob, Phoenix, Hangman, Coyote, Fanboy, Payback, even Maverick and Penny were invited to the graduation ceremony. You told all of them and circled the time that you were graduating since there were two times listed for the building your ceremony was held. You were in the 1-4pm time slot and you even texted everyone the day of the ceremony that you would see time in a few hours at 1pm before you had to line up. When Bob is the only one standing there you’re a little discouraged but he told you not to worry, and that the rest of the gang would be there soon, he was just early. You smiled and talked with him for a bit before being called to line up. He gives you a hug and a kiss on the head, making you both blush before he goes and finds his seat. 
After the ceremony, however, your heart sank deep into the depths of your stomach and he shakes his head, “I am so sorry, sweetheart..” and you just shake your head.
“Don’t. I don’t want to cry right now.” you say and he smiles before taking your phone from you and holding it out so he can take some pictures of you two. A friend of yours from the program offers to ‘take a few pictures of you and your boyfriend’ and before you can correct her, Bob passes your phone with a smile and wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him and kisses your temple. The gesture takes you by surprise and your friend captures your genuine reaction to it with a smile before handing your phone back to you before walking away.
“Ready to go get dinner?” He asks and you shake your head.
“No, can we go to the Hard Deck?” you ask, knowing that that’s where you’ll find everyone else. He just nods and takes your hand, butterflies appear where there was previously a hot coal of disappointment. Bob drove back to the airport where a charter flight was waiting to take you back to San Diego. On the flight back, you look through your photo album, realizing way too quickly that you had more photos of you and Bob over the years than you ever did you and Bradley. 
You drafted up an instagram post, waiting to publish it after you landed. You selected the picture that your friend took as well as a selfie that Bob took. Finally a dog-ter, thanks bobby for being the best of the best you caption the post and tag Bob in the post. 
You hit post when the plane touches down, it was a short flight thank god, and before you know it you're busting through the doors of the Hard Deck. 
“Bradley Bradshaw.” you spit when you see him standing a little too close to Phoenix.
“Wha-” he starts when he sees you walking up to him and you slap him across the face. “What the fuck is your problem?” he nearly yells, grabbing the whole attention of the bar. 
“You are.” you spit out before looking at the rest of the group. “You know, the one time I care about you all showing up for me, and being there for me, was today. I never asked for anything and I forgave all of you every other time that y’all bailed on plans. My white coat ceremony? That’s fine, it wasn’t too big of a deal.” You turn and look at Bradley, “my graduation from UVA? You weren’t there. You weren’t at my high school graduation, you didn’t come back for my senior prom either. You come home late most nights and are gone before I wake up.. It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore Brad..” you say before turning to leave. “And, you two? You’re adults who have been like my parents for the last five years, and not even you could show up for my doctorate graduation?” you just shake your head and leave everyone staring at each other, the bar quiet enough that you could hear a pin drop in the kitchen. You walk out to Bob’s car and lean against it and let out a sob, jumping when you feel a hand on your shoulder. 
“Hey, it’s just me.. Do you want to come back to mine?” Bob asks and you shake your head no.
“Can you take me back to mine? I think I’m gonna pack some stuff up… I can’t do this anymore Bob.. I want to go back home.” you choke out and he nods his head, opening the passenger door up for you and you waste no time sitting down in the seat. He shuts the door behind you and walks to the driver’s side. Once inside he looks at you and places a gentle hand on your leg that doesn’t move until you get out of his car in your driveway. 
“Thank you.” you say and he looks over at you with a small smile.
“You don’t need to thank me for anything, darlin’.” He says and before you can change your mind, you lean across the center console of his FJ and kiss him softly. 
“I do, though.” you say before getting out of the car and into the apartment that you share with Brad. When you hear Bob pull away you look around the living room, seeing more of Brad’s achievements around the area than any of yours. 
Packing is easy, you already had a few things squared away and in the back of your jeep, knowing that Bradley would never care enough to check your car for anything. You were in the process of finishing on clearing out your closet when you found a lingerie set that isn’t yours. The biggest giveaways are that it’s too slim for your curvy figure, it’s lace, and it’s a deep shade of pink. You only wore red or black when the mood struck and never any lace. The fact that your boyfriend was sleeping with someone else, in your own bed, just made you sick. You continued packing, quicker now that you found the lingerie. 
You were coming back in from taking the last suitcase out to your car when Bradley pulled into the driveway. "What are you doing?" he asks and you look over at him.
"What do you mean 'what are you doing?' Bradley? I'm fucking done." you say as you walk into the bedroom to grab the lace one piece. 
"You're leaving?" he asks, voice booming in the unit. 
"Yeah! I'm fucking leaving, Bradley! I'm tired of not being important enough for you anymore!" your voice echoes in the hall as you stomp back to here he his, shoving the garment at his chest, "we're fucking done." 
He pales when he looks at what you slapped against him "Baby I-"
"Don't. Don't you fucking 'baby' me, Bradley. You were never there for me and now I understand why. How long have you been fucking her?"
"I'm not fucking Phoenix. How long have you been fucking Bob?" he spits, throwing the lace on the floor.
"I never said a name." you say, eyes full of unshed tears and he pales when he realizes his mistake. "I understand that I went to school eight hours away, you don't think that wasn't hard for me? Obviously it was easy for you when you had your fucking wingman in our bed! Is that why there's no trace of me, of us, anywhere in this apartment? There's no more pictures of us on the wall, just your stuff in the bathroom.. I'm tired of living like a stranger in my own fucking home!"
He tries to take a step closer but you take two steps back. "How long?" you ask, refusing to look at him.
"How long what?"
"How long since you stopped loving me?" you say, voice above a whisper. 
In his silence, you find your answer. You nod softly with a self depreciating laugh. "When you weren't there for me, Bob was. I was there for you, for everything. Since we were babies and I couldn't even get you to show up for me, one time. All the military ceremonies and the navy balls and the graduations, and seeing you off before deployments and being there when you got back but you couldn't once be there for me?" you say, finally looking over at him as the tears fall. "I never cheated on you with Bob. I've never had sex with him, Roos.." you bite back a sob and he hangs his head. "But somewhere along the way I fell in love with him, and i can only hope that one day you will actually love someone how I loved you." you say, slipping the apartment key off your keys and you place it gently on the coffee table before walking out the door on the man you thought that you were going to spend the rest of your life with, and into the arms of the man who was always there for you.
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*sitting cross legged on your floor and hands you a cup of tea*
The ghouls working in agriculture/farm and ranch supply
Mountain is your seed agronomist/soil sciences expert. He's gonna tell you exactly what type of grass mix you want and when to plant it. You want to plant orchard grass in a fast draining sandy soil? No ma'am you need something hardier than that.
Dew and Swiss are in the back working the loading bay and the forklifts. Dew got teased and shit on for being so small and not being strong enough until he loaded an entire trailer bed with alfalfa bales by hand.
Rain is your irrigation expert. He can definitely tell you if you need center pivot irrigation or if you can get away with wheel lines. For the love of God, don't talk to him about over watering your lawn. Conserve water dammit!
Phantom is the new associate they put in charge of the rabbits, ducks and chicks during Chick Days. He's so sweet with them but he's had to be told multiple times that no, the kids cannot reach in to hold the animals.
Aether is in charge of the animal husbandry/veterinary supply section. He also helps with the quarterly spay/neuter pop up clinics that they host in the store.
Cumulus and Sunshine are in charge of the clothing section. They can tell you for sure what brands are more affordable but still just has sturdy as Carhartt. And no, that cut of boot cut jeans does not work for your body shape but we will find you something that makes you feel great and your ass look fabulous.
Aurora is in charge of the nursery section. Her plants are the healthiest and come with a life guarantee. She and Mountain work...very close together.
Cirrus is the store manager. She's fair, she runs a tight ship, but you better be respectful to her employees or she will ban your ass.
*takes the tea and slides you a plate of pastries*
Dew getting teased/people not thinking he's strong enough to do his job is highkey relatable, but also him hauling ass and getting shit done is very satisfying. (I have The Ballad of Smokin' Joe Rudeboy by Tom Cardy stuck in my head, and you just have to imagine Dew flipping Swiss off on the truck.)
He's probably also had to answer the question, "Is this first cut or second cut hay?" but no one has told him, and, hell, it could be third cut his late in the season-
His intuits it, and he's always right.
Also the image of Aether helping with the pop up clinics; How many times has he looked at the other guys passing by and joked, "That one's not up on his rabies shot, so look out!" and it's Mountain, who's busy carrying flowerpots, so he nudges Aurora to flip him off for him.
I feel like they all wind up dirty somehow, it just happens, but it's a gradient of filth.
On that note, today's one of my long day at the barn; It's seed restock day.
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Exploring the Human-Canine Relationship Through a Scientific Lens
Hello fellow interpreters,
This week I plan to explain how I would interpret the man's best friend, the dog, similar to Washington’s approach when explaining birds in his TED Talk (Dr. Hooykaas, n.d; Wachira, 2017). Similar to how Washington had background knowledge of bird behavior, relationships, and research, my interpretation will be based on my vast knowledge of animal biology and the knowledge I've obtained through majoring in biological science and pursuing a career as a veterinarian (Wachira, 2017).
This hypothetical interpretation is motivated by my love for dogs and a deep connection I have to my dog named Leo. I have always been intrigued by the complex nature of the human-dog relationship. Having a companion of my own has fueled my interest in understanding the scientific background of this bond, prompting me to envision a TED Talk or podcast that delves into the fascinating interplay between humans and their canine counterparts (Wachira, 2017).
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Here is a photo of my Australian Shepard, Leo, he is currently 4 years old.
Before I begin this interpretation, I’ll consider my audience, potentially including dog lovers, pet owners, and those who are interested in the science behind human-dog relationships. Similar to Washington’s TED Talk, whose audience was interested in ecology, conservation, and general science, I plan to be inclusive of many learning styles, such as incorporating visuals for viewers who learn through sight (Dr. Hooykaas, n.d; Wachira, 2017). 
The main takeaway from Washington’s TED Talk was his interpretation of birds and their similarities to humans and their contributions to our lives which was a great way of captivating the audience and making it a meaningful experience (Dr. Hooykaas, n.d; Wachira, 2017). Trying to mimic this method, my interpretations of the human-dog relationship will identify the biological and behavioral aspects that explain this unique bond. However, I will consider who I am as an interpreter by incorporating my specific scientific background.
My primary goal through this interpretation is to highlight how dogs, like other humans, significantly contribute to our lives and well-being, creating a reciprocal and fulfilling connection. Through a scientific lens, I will dive into the genetic and evolutionary foundations of dogs, to understand their domestication process and its impact on behavior and physiology. Further exploration will touch on why certain breeds excel in specific roles, showing how dogs seamlessly integrate into our lives, offering companionship, emotional support, and even assistance.
To enrich my interpretation, I’ll go into behavioral science, researching the cognitive and emotional aspects of dogs in their relationship with humans.  I'll highlight the ways that dogs mirror human emotions and social structures, reflecting how they're wired to be our companions and supporters. Turning to my veterinary interests and knowledge, I’ll touch on the health and wellness of dogs in the context of their relationships with humans. Topics like nutrition, preventative care, and the physiological impacts of companionship will explain the mutually beneficial relationship between humans and dogs. 
In the end, my investigation of the canines is an example that connects with the theme of Unit 5, which involves interpreting nature through science (Dr. Hooykaas, n.d.). Although this is a hypothetical outline, by researching information on biological, behavioral, and veterinary sciences, this interpretation aligns with the objectives of recognizing and evaluating the role of science in environmental interpretation. By researching the scientific foundations of the unique human-dog relationship and moving past sweet narratives, we may recognize the beauty and complexity of this friendship through a lens informed by science.
References
Hooykaas, A. (n.d.). Unit 05: Nature Interpretation through Science [Lecture notes]. ENVS3000 Nature Interpretation. University of Guelph.
Wachira, W. 2017. For the love of birds. TED Talks. Available from: https://www.ted.com/talks/washington_wachira_for_the_love_of_birds
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Ok I need to get back to schoolwork but I'm currently thinking about the dog we had in our Veterinary Science Academy Class in High School.
Her name was usually Ellie. She was some sort of jack russel terrier mix, just vaguely energetic small dog shaped. She was a roaming dog- meaning, since she was our teacher's dog and not a dog someone brought in for us, she was allowed to roam the classroom instead of staying in a kennel.
Ellie was SUPER energetic. She was a jumper, too- she'd jump up on our desks and tables. She even liekd to go from grooming table to grooming table- all under watch, no worries. She was sweet and ADORED attention.
But sometimes she was not Ellie, and turned into Nellie. Nellie is the name we'd use for her when she was anxious. She had various dog mental illness things going on. I've never met a more anxious dog than Nellie. Ellie would go to Nellie at a moment's notice, from sniffing all of our shoes and playing with us to going under the Teacher's desk, her safe spot where she oculd be alone in a dark quiet space.
My point about telling you all about Ellie/Nellie is this: When Ellie was Nellie, we respected that. Everyone knew about ach dog's boundaries. Not just dogs, though. Students learned about every animal. Kiwi the bird only liked a select few female students, so the few of us would usually be the ones to take care of her. Bozzy, the other teacher's dog, had HUGE nail clipper anxiety so we'd always let our teacher do his nails. We learned every animal's triggers and respected them.
If a classroom of 15 teens and a teacher can learn how to take care of and accomodate the differing needs of dogs, snakes, frogs, birds, et cetera, all while also getting work done and learning hematology, then why can't some teachers learn to accomodate LITERAL HUMAN STUDENTS???? The dog with an anxiety disorder was treated with more kindness than most of my friends were by school staff. Our school could fund a 3D printer room in the library but not a place for the gen-ed section of the school to have a cooldown room for stressed or panicking students.
I went to one of the most well-funded schools in the area (note that well-funded in a rich area does NOT mean all the students are rich as well- wealth disparity is HUGE). We had so many ridiculously great things, and I am SO grateful for it. But also... it shows one thing. When schools are given ample funding, it won't always go to the 'right' things. 3D printer room is great, sure. Glad they funded that, but why can't they fund ac or heating in the trailer units, so students with classes there (like me) would be able to maybe... not freeze or overheat? What about the plumbing? Can we pay the teachers more? Can we FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NOT HAVE ONLY ONE ELEVATOR? I have another chorincally ill friend who was a wheelchair user and she and I would ROUTINELY be late for class because I had to drive her to the ONLY elevator in the school, which was insanely out of the way.
My points: accomodate students with anxiety with the same kindness that you'd give a dog, and before you pay for the 3d printer lab maybe fix the accessibility issues. Thank you for coming to my Tay Talk.
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askavettech · 5 months
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Hey Guys...
I'm very sorry for my lackluster posting over the last *check notes* ouch...essentially two years.
I know I've made this promise before, but I'm going to really try to post regularly. I've got a backlog of asks and cool stuff I'd love to share with everyone. 
As for what the hell I've been doing, here's a quick rundown:
I graduated with my Bachelor's in Animal Science last August; very exciting considering how long it took me to get to this point! I was also able to conduct an independent research project and write an undergraduate thesis. A wonderful experience full of lots of work and stress, but, boy, is it rewarding to say, "I'm technically published."  (If anyone is interested in talking about research, I'd love to chat!)
With degree in hand, I applied to...a lot...of veterinary schools. And they all rejected me - whomp whomp. But, for a first try, I at least got to speak to some of the schools, so not too bad. Yes, I'm a little upset, but not surprised. So we try again! However, at this point, I need to retake some basic prerequisite classes before I can reapply, so I'm heading toward that.  (If you guys have questions about the veterinary school process and how to apply, I'm an open book!)
I have also started working at a new vet clinic! (This is the really fun part!) While I love all creatures under the sun - except ectoparasites, you know what you did - I have some serious knee issues, and wrestling with 150lb dogs isn't so great on the joints. So, last May, I started working at a feline specialty hospital. And I won't lie, I love it so much. My clients, patients, and especially the clinic's live-in blood donor cats are all just wonderful. Because the clinic is feline-oriented, it caters to many feline-specific disease processes - e.g. hyperthyroidism, lymphoma, diabetes mellitus, hypertension, etc. I can't wait to tell you all more about feline diseases, symptoms, diagnoses, and treatments!
Right now, I'm laid up due to knee surgery (like I said, bad knees), so I think I'll have some time to really get going again on this blog. 
I hope to talk to you all soon!
-Jay the Vet Tech
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formulaorange · 8 months
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Cat Nutrition - An Off-Topic Post
I've worked in the pet food industry for the last 7 years and it always shocks me how little people know about the nutritional needs for their cats/ pets in general. A lot of people just follow what their parents did or whatever the vet or pet store recommends (often promoting their own brands). Here's a big blurb of everything you should know about feeding your fur beans. For those short on time here's the spark notes version: Kibble is really bad for cats and was really only made for human convenience and profit- it dehydrates them which is one of the main causes for kidney disease which affects 1 in 3 cats and is ridiculously high carb - 3-5x more than what they need. Even fancy feast or the lowest quality wet/canned food is better than the highest quality dry/kibble. While Raw can have it's downsides if fed improperly, there's lots of balanced brands that can make it easy and is really the best for them, it's what their bodies are made to eat! Picky cats: Add warm water to their food. Play with them before meal times. Find 4-5 different foods they like and rotate so they don't get bored. Do your own research! Find out what works best for you, don't blindly follow what vets tell you and what friends or family have been doing. Here's everything to know about Cat and their role in the Pet Food Industry:
1. Cat are desert animals! This means that they are made to be getting 80-90% of their moisture from their food! Most cats will only drink water from a bowl when they are severely dehydrated. This is why feeding wet food (canned) or raw is so much more important. 2. Kibble is a new invention for Human Convenience! Kibble has only been around for 67 years! The first kibble was invented in 1956. Back in the 40s during WWII there were sanctions put on the use of cans and metals, essentially removing the option of canned pet foods. This pushed companies to find an alternative, working with by products (left overs) from cereal companies they created a high-profit cheap food they could sell to customers that had a better shelf life. -How is Kibble made? Almost all kibble goes through a process called extrusion where the initial ingredients, meats, by-products and additives are processed under intense heat and pressure 4-5 times before they're cut to shape and sprayed with flavors and oils. This process removes nutrients, vitamins and pretty much everything from the original ingredients. Try cooking a high grade steak at max output on your oven 4-5 times and see if anything is really worth eating at that point. -Veterinary Diets In the late 60s, a generation after the invention of kibble, there became an increase in kidney and liver failures, prompting a French vet to create his own trademarked food - Royal Canin with Hill's Science Diet being created later in the US. (Fun fact, Hill's has actually trademarked the term "prescription diet" so that no other pet food brand is allowed to use it in their packaging.) 3. Cats vs. Dogs - What's the difference? While dogs are much more flexible in what they can eat, Cats are obligate carnivores. A Carnivore (Dogs) does well on meat based diets, while Obligate Carnivores (Cats) need a meat based diet in order to survive. Broken down in food- dogs ideally need 30% protein, 63% fat and 7% carb from their food cats need 53% protein, 35% fat and 12%. 4. Why does this matter and what does it mean for their food? Dry foods are primarily carbohydrates. 35-50% on average. This is 3-5x more than a cat needs in addition to the lack of protein, which is what keeps a cat functioning. Grains - or carbs can be extremely detrimental to a cats body: Carbohydrates turn into sugar in the body, meaning the more carbs a cat consumes, the more sugar, which increases their chances of getting diabetes. In the wild, most cats choose to avoid eating the intestines of their prey, where most of the grains and fibre are kept, indicating cats also use very little to no fibre in their diets. On top of that, the lack of moisture in kibble actually dehydrates cats, one of the primary reasons for kidney problems down the line, affecting 1 in 3 cats. 5. What do I feed my Cat? Feed wet or raw! At the end of the day, if your cat only eats fancy feast or whiskas, or if that's the only wet(canned) food you can afford, it's a huge step forward for their diets. These brands are going to be better than any of the highest quality dry foods you can find because it means they're getting the moisture and protein they need without the extra carb and salt content. Raw foods have come a long way. They aren't all the frozen patties or having to home cook the meal with all these added supplements. There's lots of complete brands out there in different formats that make it easy for everyone. Freeze-dried is a form of raw that you rehydrate and feed. Air-dried (most expensive) is fed like kibble, and is kind of a jerky texture. If you're on raw, or with any food, make sure to wash your hands with soap before and after feeding and I recommend getting your cat dewormed twice a year for precautionary actions. -Treats the common ones like greenies, tempations are all kibble like treats, filled with carbs and salt, that make them irresistible but also horrible for them. Single 1 ingredient treats are the best out there. Even a scrab of unseasoned chicken from dinner or salmon sashimi from a sushi night is a great alternative.
6. Reading the Label Once you get into canned foods, there's hundreds of options. Here's a few things that help me decide what's worth it and what to avoid. Starting from worst to best with the wording: "Flavor" ie - "Beef flavor Dog food" it doesn't even need a certain percentage of beef, as long as it's technically detected in the food. "With" ie - "Dinner with beef" - beef only has to be minimum 3% of the food. 25% rule - If the food has 25% or more of the main protein, it can be labelled as "Beef entree" or "lamb Dinner". If there's more than 1, they can be labelled together but must add up to 25% and be labelled in the order of their percentage. - ie "Lamb & Lamb Liver Entree" 95% rule - At least 95% of the food must be of the listed protein. "Chicken dog food" Often - those with a 95% label will proudly show it, while the others you'll have to read to notice. 7. Kitten vs. Adult vs. Senior food There's really only 4 categories a food can be put into - Gestation/Lactation (for Mama cats) Growth Maintenance All Life Stages "Senior food" does not have a category as there is no clear definition on a change of nutritional needs as a cat ages. While "Growth" is typically attributed to kittens, most wet foods will have kitten portioning as they are all life stages. The biggest difference is that kitten food is fattier and has some added nutrients needed for growth. These can also be found in any other canned food with the appropriate portioning. 8. Urinary Food There's a lot of misconceptions about this. Brands will advertise Urinary dry food or the vet line - Kidney food. But if it's dry, as we now know, it dehydrates them, furthering the damage to the kidneys, making it extremely counter intuitive. Any wet food will be better than a dry "urinary" food to help treat this issue, ideally a low phosphorous brand. - Weruva is the most popular and has a low phosphorous line as well. 9. Fish Fish is not a naturally occurring food for cats! Cats only started eating fish when fishing became prominent in human civilizations. Fish is the most common occurring allergy in cats! - some symptoms are constant itchiness, rashes, immediately throwing up, or butt dragging after a poop. I personally recommend avoiding fish in cat foods, especially Tuna, if it's bad for us in large quantities due to the toxic build up of chemicals and things like mercury, imagine what it does to them. 10. Pickiness and Meal Time Cats are notoriously picky or fussy or spoiled. This is because they have 4 stages of food preference that need to be just right. 1 - smell 2 - taste 3 - texture / consistency 4 - how it sits in their stomach
It's hard to find exactly what they want and unfortunately there's no shortcut. It's really just trial and error.
Hot tips: -Add warm water to their food - it's gross but cats like their food at prey body temperature, if it's cold to the touch for us, it's likely not that appealing for them either.
-Just like dogs, keeping a routine is incredibly important for cats. they're actually a lot more meticulous about routine than dogs are and will let you know exactly when breakfast and dinner time is. Leaving the food out makes it less appealing for them. If they don't eat breakfast, take the food away and they have to wait for dinner. Over time they'll eat until they're done during meal time.
-Play with them before food! Cats are hunters, their goal for survival is catch, kill, eat, sleep etc. Play with them near meal time, get them real worked up until they're exhausted, then put down food, they'll be much more likely to eat now that they're gotten all the hunting out of the way.
-I recommend having at least 4 or 5 different flavors or brands that your cat likes, to rotate through so they don't get bored and you don't end up at square 1 when they decide that one they like isn't good enough anymore.
Keep in mind: Beef, Lamb & Duck are often high in fat and should be used as a once in a while protein. Chicken & Turkey are the best proteins. Even if your cat doesn't like chicken from one brand, they could go nuts for one from a different brand or even the same brand with a different texture. Try them out and see, don't eliminate a whole protein so easily because of a few that get turned down.
I think that's a wrap. Food really makes a world of a difference for these guys, their whole world revolves around it and getting it right can mean years of a difference. - For reference, the average life expectancy for indoor cats is 15-20 years old! For the devils' advocates - yes there are cats that have lived long lives on the worst quality dry foods, but they're really the exceptions, same as people. There's definitely people who have lived to their 90s or older surviving off McDonalds or the equivalent, but that's not really the kind of quality of life or food you want to be giving your pet who is entirely dependent on your choices at the pet store. If you stuck around to the end, I appreciate you, and I'm glad there are other people out there who care just as much about their furry friends as I do. I'm more than willing to discuss any questions, even it it's not directly about their nutrition! Side note - some of the canned food brands I'm a big fan of: Feline Natural Rawz Tiki Cat Nature's Logic Identity Weruva/BFF
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college-cowgirl · 4 months
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HARD goals are superior to SMART goals.
I said what I said, and I stand by it! Why? I love setting HARD goals because it forces me to include my motivating forces. When I'm having a really tough day where I'm feeling unmotivated or absolutely cannot focus, I can always go back and read my "why." HARD goals encourage you to break your goal down at a much deeper level, and for myself, this has made the biggest difference! H- Heartfelt: Why do you want to accomplish this goal? How will it benefit you? A- Animated: Visualize yourself after accomplishing your goal? How do you feel? How does this goal add value to your life? R- Required/Research: What is required of you in order to accomplish your goal? (This is where you do your research.) What concrete steps can you take today to make it happen? What is your plan of action for the next three months? The next six months? D- Difficult: What skills do you need to work on in order to accomplish your goal? How will you improve these skills?
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musingsinmountains · 1 year
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Masquerade Chapter 3
Synopsis: Your name is Keisuke Baji and it's your third year of studying veterinary medicine in college. Now that the semester is almost over, you’re in danger of losing your scholarship because of your chemistry lab. You may be a pretty smart guy, but that’s not gonna save you. Maybe your lab partner can (even if she’s a bitchy nerd)? Maybe the extra credit you’re gonna get for going to the fine arts festival to support one of your mysterious colleagues? Who knows what happens when the house lights go down and the curtain opens.
C/W: AFAB!Reader, making out, cursing, nicknames, suggestive themes, fluff, angst, College AU,
Pairing: Keisuke Baji x AFAB!Reader
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Chapter 3: Baji’s Distraction
That might have been the best night's sleep you ever had. A beautiful woman who checked everything off your list, giving you the most private show in your dreams. While you did awake well rested, you also woke up needing to take care of yourself. It was Siren in your seven o’clock in the morning fantasy that got you off. “F-fuck,” you grunted, heat surging in your blood. You grab a shirt from your clothes hamper to clean up with. With a stretch and several pops to your spine, you get ready for the day. 
You hurriedly shower, change clothes, feed the cats, grab your breakfast of champions (an energy drink and a slice of dry toast), and grab your school bag. “See yah later ‘Fuyu!” you call out as your head to your bike. Luckily the traffic this early in the morning won't delay your arrival to campus. At least it's a short day, working with Mouse for a little bit, and then going to the show tonight. Your first class today is Asian Civilization at eight am. Then you have an hour break before Technical Writing at ten, followed by Chemistry at 11. 
Lecture was easier for you to sit through, especially with the note guide that was handed out today. Nine times out of ten, your professors have all the notes up on the board or provide a note guide/presentation for each class. Today’s Asian Civ lecture was all about the cultural revolution in China and dear god how your professor bird walked on that one. At least you got a good laugh out of that class. With all the tangents, the period went by real quick. So did your break and writing class. You make your way from the lecture hall in the library to the science building. When you made it to the lecture hall where chemistry was, you saw Mouse at her seat.  If you weren’t mistaken, she put on makeup today. You approach her with caution, it's not often that she looks like a regular girl and not a bog witch.
“Mornin’ Mousey,” you yawn. Your caffeine high was fading and you felt like you were gonna crash, “You look normal today.” She’s wearing jeans and an off shoulder peasant top.You dont see any sort of strap, which makes you wonder if she's wearing any sort of bra. Your eyes dart away from her, hoping she doesn't catch on.
“Isn’t it a tad early for backhanded compliments?” she asks, looking at you with a content smirk on her face. She returns her look to her notebook, jotting down the almost insane and illegible scribbles from the board. 
Your face scrunches and you sit next to her, “I’m trying t’be nice.”  Professor Sato quietly entered the hall and all voices quieted. Today, the lecture was the start of the review for the midterm next week. Part way through the lecture, you feel your phone vibrate.
‘Fuyu: Yo, you left a book and a bunch of papers on the table. 
An odd text to get but you feel in your bag and sure enough, you left a book at home. And it was the book you were gonna need for working with your lab partner. “Fuck,” you mutter, causing Mouse to glance at you as you text
KB: Fuck. I need that book. I’m fucked. ‘Fuyu: Sorry man, I can’t bring it to you. I’m at work. 
“What’s wrong?” Mouse whispers as she nudges your arm with hers. 
“Don’t wanna talk about it now,” the tension in your voice was palpable. You were disappointed with yourself. It's not like you were even running late today, but you were on auto pilot. You really gotta remember to put reminders into your phone. 
“Ooh,’ she breathed, “well we can talk about it after class.” She sounded so calm and relaxed. It was nice seeing this side of her. You gently tap your face to keep awake as you continue filling out your notes. The hour that Professor Sato took for the lecture today was long. You’d catch yourself daydreaming of the Siren, seeing her up there lecturing you on molecular bonding.That helped time pass faster. 
“Alright class,” Professor Sato began her closing statement, “I will email you a review worksheet with problems that correspond to today’s notes. They are due at our next lecture session. Dismissed” The room cleared in an instant, even the professor left quickly. Soon it was just you and Mouse, heading out together. 
“So what happened?” she looked at you with her head, cocked to the side. 
“I left all my lab stuff in the kitchen at home. I wasn’t even running late and I forgot it,” You didn't look at her.
“Oh,” she pushed her glasses up, “That's not that bad, why not go get them?”
“I have to come back to campus later and I don't want to do that much riding,” you shrug.
“Riding?”
“I have a motorcycle.”
“That's pretty cool,” she smiles, her dusty rose lips slightly parting, “We can’t do anything without your book. I could pay you for gas. I also have to be back here later tonight. We could just go back to your place and either work there or get it and come back.”
“Okay, Food first though,” you gesture with your head towards the cafeteria. There were a few odd glances as you and your lab partner headed into the cafeteria. You go your separate ways to the various counters to make choices and then meet up again at the drink station. “Where d’ya wanna sit?”
“I saw that the garden room was open. How about there?” She smiles, her volume is at a normal level and she's not screaming at you. The two of you find a high table in the garden room. The atrium was warm and had large plants, obscuring the view of your seats. For what seems like forever, the two of you eat in silence. It wasn’t until she let out a very controlled sigh that anything was said. “So what time do you have to be back on campus,” she inquired. 
“I have to be back in time for the fine arts festival event,” you say, swallowing your mouthful of noodles, “So sometime between five and five fifteen. I want a good seat at the showcase.” You notice her eyes widened and she swallowed hard, like she was choking on her lunch.
“Oh,” she breathed, “I have a study group at five fifteen. So if we went back to your place, we could work through maybe a quarter of our reports.” She’s just staring at her tray, moving her salad around her plate. It’s almost like she's nervous about possibly being in someone else's home.
“That works for me,” you move your head to get into her line of vision and give her a sincere smile, “I’ll text my buds and let them know you’re comin’ home with me”. You tap away on your cell, sending a message to the roommate chat. Kazutora and Chifuyu text you back real quick with thumbs up emojis. You both continue eating in silence. At one point you look up from your lunch and notice her swaying rhythmically. “They’re okay with it. We can head out whenever.” 
She grins, “Sweet. Let’s roll.” She’s quick to clean her seat up and grab her bag. You follow suit and you walk out to where you parked your bike. You hand her your helmet. “Thanks,” she said, clipping the strap under her chin. You took your seat and motioned to where you wanted her to sit. She gets on and tightly wraps her arms around your waist. You can feel your heart race. It wasn’t the first time you had a woman on your bike, but it was the first time that having someone hold themself so close to you. You take just a moment to try to slow your pulse back to normal, then you’re off. Your lab partner is holding you just tight enough that you can feel her laughing and you're pretty sure she squealed with glee. Mental note, ask her if this was her first ride. Having a passenger with you always makes the ride feel not as long. Especially when there is light traffic.
“We’re here,” you say slowly pulling into your parking spot. She hands you the helmet and she's got this huge smile on her face. “Was that your first time on a motorcycle?”
“Yeah,” She’s messing with her hair, finger combing out the tangles from the wind. “That is exhilarating. What a rush”. Her pupils are dilated and her breathing is slightly labored. You motion for her to follow you up to the next floor. You usher her into your apartment and lead her to the kitchen, where the table (and your lab book) were. 
“Ya want anything to drink?” You grab two glasses of water and head back to the table, offering her one. She accepts it graciously as you sit down, pulling out your notebooks and laptop. “I’m gonna set an alarm for four forty five. It’ll take us ‘bout half an hour to get back to campus”. She nods and sets up her laptop. The two of you start in on the revisions to the first lab report of the semester. The conversation is very academic but you feel like looking back on these reports that you are able to understand it better than you did. And she’s being so… sweet? Maybe that's not the right word, but it feels sweet to you. You work on edits and show them to her. She gives you pointers on where to improve your wording.  By the time your alarm goes off, the two of you are one report short of being a quarter of the way done with the reports. You put your things in your room before grabbing a bunch of snacks. 
“We did some great work,” she smiles at you as she’s learning in the door frame of the kitchen sending a text message while you pack up for your return to campus. She looks content, relaxed, and so much more human. Up until today, you would have thought she was just like Professor Sato; cold, calculated, robotic. 
“Yeah,” you reply, locking eyes with her. She smiles at you, fidgeting at her shirt’s hem. Your face feels warm, causing you to shake yourself out of blankly staring at her collar bones. “We should head out. The ride to campus will take us about half an hour.” You motion towards the door with your head. Your newly formed duo headed out the door, down to your bike. She grabs the helmet, secures it in place, and takes her seat behind you. Her grip on your waist isn’t as tight as the first ride, but she still closes the gap between your bodies. You can feel your stomach fill with butterflies, the intensity of this feeling grew with each minute you felt her body against yours. There is a pang of guilt for having these feelings when you know she’s holding on for safety. It is for safety right? 
This time, your return to campus was quick, taking only fifteen minutes. The road was literally clear of ninety percent of vehicles. When you finally pull into the motorcycle space at the fine arts building, you feel a little sick. Who wouldn’t after having intense butterflies in their stomach for fifteen minutes. You dismount your bike and offer her a hand, which she accepts. “Thanks,” she quietly breathes, “Do you have Paypal? I’ll wire you some gas money.” She hands you her phone for you to input your info. You do so quickly, but reluctantly,  and hand her phone back. 
“You didn’t have to,” you shrug. 
“I’m a woman of my word,” she says, “Let me repay your kindness, you didn't have to give me a round trip ride.” The silence between you feels odd, you wanted to reach out and touch her shoulder. Then you hear another voice.
“HEY MOUSEY!” It was some guy, calling out to her and jogging to meet the two of you. “Hey, we gotta get to study group.” You felt a twinge of jealousy as he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her away. 
“I’ll text you,” she yelled as she was pulled around the corner. You manage a faint wave just barely raising your hand. Something felt off about this, but you didn’t question it further. It was still light out and the weather was nice, so you decided to walk over to the quad to eat your snack dinner. You pick a nice sakura tree to sit against while you eat. It had a great view of the reflective pond. Time passes slowly and you finish just in time to trek back to the art building to go get your seat. 
Tonight the performance space is a little brighter, very much resembling that of a stage production. You found your way to the seat you had yesterday. Hell yeah, best seat in the house.The handout for tonight says that tonight is about ensembles, duets, trios, and so on. This should be interesting, you think flipping through to where you see Siren pictured. The first page you see her on is a recreation of the poster from Wicked with the one they are calling Butterfly. Looks like she's portraying the evil one. The notes on the page talk about the song choice, what it means to the singers. A few pages later there is a two page spread featuring Siren, Pomme, Fox, and Lizard. They were featured in a quartet exclusively found in the stage production of The Little Mermaid. Again, interesting. I’m guessing she's the mermaid. 
The house lights flicker and you settle in for an evening. You shut off all sound on your phone just as the MC girl came onto the stage for the welcome spiel and to let the audience know that order for tonight would be the same for both . Siren’s first performance tonight was right before the intermission. You sat through plenty of performances from RENT, Sweeny Todd, Little Women, and Hamilton. They were good, but maybe the acting could have been better. What do you know? You are certainly NOT the type to be up there on stage. Could you hold a tune if you tried? Maybe, but it would be a stretch. 
The MC girl came out to start the transition from Cabinet Battle #1 to For Good. Siren and Butterfly found their positions on the stage. The intro began, “I’m limited, just look at me,” Siren gestures to her whole self, looking out at the audience before turning slightly to Butterfly. “I’m limited, and just look at you. You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda,”  she takes a step back, “So now it’s up to you, for both of us. Now it’s up to you”. She glides to mid stage, met by Butterfly. Siren takes Butterfly’s hands. Then the Butterfly starts her verse and her chorus. Her gestures are soft and flowing like water.
When Siren comes back in, the verse is full of emotion. It feels like she’s truly preparing to go into hiding. Siren goes into her chorus and your breath catches in your throat. Suddenly the two women’s voices come together for a line. Their voices are powerful and continue to grow as their lyrics move apart and come back, blending their choruses into what resembles a call and response moment. There is a dissonance that just pulls the lyrics together, and you feel a chill move down your spine. The women continue to sing together, trading off lines and coming back to unison until the song ends. “Because I knew you, I have been changed, For good”. As they let the last note go, Siren pulls her hood up and “flees” into the shadows just off stage. When applause begins, Siren and Butterfly come together, join hands, and take a simultaneous bow. Once again, the MC girl comes out to announce the intermission. Ten minutes to stretch, grab a drink of water and write a couple notes for your paper.
While you are enjoying a drink of water from the fountain, you decide to text your lab partner. 
KB: Hey Mouse, Thanks for working with me today.  KB: When’s your next break where we can work on the next set of reports? KB: It was nice hangin’ out with ya today.
You don’t normally send that many in a row, but getting your thoughts to where they were coherent was difficult tonight. You lock your phone quickly as you head back to your seat. The MC returns and welcomes everyone back from the intermission.Then the next set of ensembles start. They’re good, but not what you wanted to hear. You did watch them and applaud them, but they were ultimately forgettable. Only when the MC came out for the final time, you were snapped back to the current reality. “Thank you for coming! Without further delay, our final number, If Only performed by Siren, Fox, Pomme, and Lizard”. The MC seemed to poof away from the stage as four singers came out and became statue-esque. You notice that Siren is towards the middle of the left hand side of the stage. Soft warbles of woodwinds cue the first entrance.
And just as you predicted, it’s Siren playing the mermaid. Fitting considering the creature she chose as her moniker. Her voice is ethereal and you feel those butterflies come back to your stomach followed by the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. “It’s in my ev’ry glance, my heart’s and open book. You’d see it all at once, if only you would look.”  She looks right at you, there is no mistaking it. You can feel a deep heat engulf your body as you hold her gaze through the phrase she’s singing. The one called Pomme comes in as the Prince. His lyrics seem to speak to you, make you think about Siren and oddly Mouse. Then Siren comes back in, “If only you would notice how I ache behind my smile,” Her eyes glittered in the light. Just as this mini-duet began, the voice of Lizard came in as the crab. Lastly, the one called Fox comes in as what you think is the mermaid's father. 
At the end of the song, there is a haunting cacophony of these mixed voices; rising, falling, echoing, reaching out. It’s emotional and you feel it. You can feel the hurt, love, confusion, and ache of wanting to be seen. None of the other performances moved you like this, to tears. You weren’t the guy who would burst out in tears by listening to music. You decided to ignore the tears running down your face. As their final notes disappear into the walls, you are staring at her and how she's looking up into the rafters of the theater. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the entire theater is standing around you. You join them as the MC comes out, “Two nights in a row our final act has received a standing ovation. All performers will be in the lobby following their exit from the stage. Feel free to come talk to your faves.” 
That was an invitation and you didn't know if you should go say something to her. What would you even say? It would be disrespectful to comment on her appearance or would she want to hear that you appreciate her costume choice. But would you want to tell her that she made you cry? How many opportunities would you get to talk to her before her identity is revealed? You grab your bag and file out of the theater. The lobby was crowded with audience members talking to the various acts. The dark silhouette of Siren caught your eye. She was standing with the guy in red, named Pomme, with his arm wrapped around her waist. You can feel your pulse quicken and you feel shaky as you approach them. “Uh, Hi,” you manage to choke out.
“Hi,” she smiled. Her voice was sultry and silky, like chocolate. “Thanks for coming tonight.” She extends her hand to you. 
“The pleasure is mine,” you breathe and you gently shake her soft hand, “I’ve never been moved to tears by music before. That last song was an emotional roller coaster.” You could feel heat rise into your cheeks.
“I think I know what you're getting at. I love that you could appreciate it.” Her lips curled around the words and you were mesmerized. 
“I saw you at yesterday's show,” Pomme interjected. His voice sounded like the ocean. “Thank you for supporting us.” You watch as he holds Siren’s waist tighter.
“I can tell there is a lot of hard work being put on display,” you respond looking him in the eye. You hate small talk. Shifting your gaze back to Siren, the fluttering in your stomach is almost too much to bear, “It was nice to meet you. Thanks again.” You turn on your heel and head out to your bike. The cool of the night helped settle your stomach. After a quick check of your phone, you text your roommates to let them know you’re on your way home. Still no reply from Mouse. 
Kazutora meets you in the parking lot when you get back to the apartment. “Dude, you look like crap. What happened?”
“Nothing, just a good show,” you playfully punch his shoulder and head up to the apartment. Tonight, you make sure all your books are in your bag. As you are about to call it a night, your phone lights up. 
Mousey: Sorry I got pulled away. Mako is very type A. It was nice hanging with you too. I’m busy all day tomorrow but we could get lunch after class tomorrow and then repeat our work session the day after.  Mousey: I’ll bring us lunch. Maybe we could go back to your place to work?
Seeing her respond to you makes you smile and your pulse quickens. Almost exactly as it did when your thoughts turned to Mouse during the final number at the concert.
KB: Yeah, that was a little weird. Figured it was important.  KB: That sounds great. See yah tomorrow. Mousey: Great. Have a good night :3 KB: Night.
You fall asleep thinking of your lab partner.
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David Glass, It/He/They, 27 years old (December 4th birthday) Trans man, Gay, from Snowman, Chimera Lab worker
Note not included in the sheet, David stands at 6'5 (195.58 cm). "Partner" character to Mitch Hayes.
Both Mitch and David were "recruited" around the same time as eachother, and thus, despite their differing jobs, managed to maintain a steady friendship between them. David got his "job" at the Chimera Lab due to his experience with veterinary science, though his passion lies in the arts, especially music.
David was present in the Chimera Lab during the events in chapter 7, managing to escape, but very much scathed (lost its left arm, up to the shoulder)
In-game mechanics wise, David is a tank, with no PSI potential. Instead he has an ability similar to Boney's "sniff". It works best at determining weaknesses of chimeras, and has a higher chance at failing with other enemy types. His associated weapon (singular) is a cannon.
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September Reads
Horse - me, reading a book for adults in the same year it came out? It's more likely than you'd think. Loved the fiction-based-on-fact historical sections about thoroughbred stallion Lexington, less keen on the modern day sections where it was abundantly clear the black male character was written by a 60-something white woman from Australia.
The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate - I would have adored this as a kid and I loved it as an adult as well. Beautiful cover, rich historical setting, discussions of science and Darwin, and an author who doesn't shy away from using an extensive vocabulary in a middle grade (?) book.
The Curious World of Calpurnia Tate - A lovely continuation of the previous book. I wish there was more of Callie coming into her own and going to veterinary college. I refuse to entertain any other possible future for her.
Isaac's Storm - the previous book has the Galveston Hurricane as a plot point so it was only natural to follow up with this non-fiction work. Entertaining as always from Larson.
A Company of Swans - going back through my nigh-insurmountable to-read list. Not sure how this one came into my radar. A solidly middling romance, sitting awkwardly between YA and adult, with a flimsy plot and characters but elegant and cosy language that makes up for it, at least a little.
Madame de Pompadour - more Mitford! Not my favourite historical area but Nancy's writing is engaging and my edition has a ton of gorgeous photos. It also has the stamps of my mum's high school library; I hope she acquired it legitimately but if she didn't... good for her. (She passed away a few years ago - reading this book that she cared enough about to keep all the way from high school felt like an unexpected hug.)
A Discovery of Witches - the trashiest thing I've read this year. Five stars, no notes. Twilight for people who think an Oxford professor with a French castle who buys you luxury riding clothes is sexier than a small-town American high schooler.
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