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ask-an-aussie · 3 years

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Aussie Wildlife FAQ

So here's questions I'm frequently asked as both a wildlife rescuer and carer and keeper at a wildlife sanctuary. Heads up, this is a long post, I've made the questions stick out so you can easily skip through. I've tried to make it as easy to read as possible, and to find what you're after, whilst also providing lots of info.

Poison Vs Venom, what's the difference?

Well, mostly, poison just never stops killing. Like if you poison an insect, then a bird or small mammal eats that insect and they slowly get poisoned by all the poisoned insects they eat, then something eats them, like an owl, and that gets poisoned, then as it rots the poison goes into the environment, etc. Poison never dies. Venom has to be injected, so yes you can be envenomated by a dead animal, if you are stupid. Poison can be inhaled, eaten/drunk or even through touch. So if a cow is poisoned you have to dispose of the body safely, if a cow is bitten by a venomous snake, technically you can still have steak for dinner.

Are all Australian animals out to kill you?

Maybe.

They could want to kill us, I mean as a species we aren't that great. Their ability to kill us however is limited. So are all Aussie animals able to kill you? No. So we have lots of cute small mammals, like antechinus, dunnarts, pygmy possums and the like, that can bite and scratch but are very tiny bois. We even have lots of non-venomous snakes, pythons and blind snakes. Most lizards outside of Goannas can't cause too much damage. Echidna's are completely defensive, have no attack whatsoever. Lots of birds have no interest in you, unless you get near their nest. Freshwater Turtles, Little Penguins and Tawny Frogmouths all main defense is shitting really stinky shit at you. Even our venomous snakes, as long as you seek medical attention you should be fine. Considering we have the top 10 most venomous snakes in the world but average only 1 death a year that's pretty good.

But you still have lots of dangerous animals right?

Yes.

Maybe I should elaborate. Any animal is dangerous, including you, if given the right circumstances. I'm a lovely person but hurt my dog and you better run. Most animals don't want a bar of you. However, if you are a threat to them, or their babies, they will defend themselves. A lot of animals get tagged with the word 'aggressive' which I don't like, aggression is a human emotion that I've never seen in wild animals, or even pets and things. Mostly it's defensive behaviours that people read wrong. For example, the most venomous snake in the world is the Inland Taipan (found in Aust.), however the most dangerous snake in Australia is the Eastern Brown snake, less venomous but also less shy and lives in suburbia. Still, it only ever strikes at people when it feels cornered and needs to get you to back the hell off. And lets be real here, what else can they do? They can't yell and scream, they can't punch or kick. Legit their only option is to bite, and even then mostly it's a closed mouth strike to freak you out into stepping back, and most people bitten by snakes are given a 'dry bite' where no venom is injected, as they want to use it on their food not waste it on us. And 90% of snake bites that happen in Australia are people either trying to catch or kill a snake.

It's fairly simple. Don't threaten animals, don't give them a reason to be dangerous and you are fine. Crocodiles in the water? Don't swim there. Sharks around? Avoid swimming at twilight. Snake? Leave it alone. Nest with baby birds? walk away. You don't randomly show up in some strangers home and expect them not to react, so why do we expect different from animals?

What animals are on the most 'dangerous list' then? Which animals should I really avoid pissing off?

Start with the obvious. Crocodiles, venomous snakes, sharks, some jellyfish, venomous spiders, stone fish, blue ringed octopus, birds of prey (our Wedge Tailed Eagle WILL attack drones, hang-gliders and helicopters if they come into their territory) Then you've got the less obvious. Ants - like meat ants, they will swarm over you then all bite down at once. 1 bite isn't so bad, a whole colony biting you, deadly. Then there's other ants in the Myrmecia family (bull ants and the like) that are just HUGE, and have massive mandables for biting and also can sting you, and are one of the most toxic insects in the world.

Wombats - Can run at 40km/hr, skull so hard it's the only thing a Tassie Devil can't eat, able to bite your calf muscle clean off your leg, oh and they have killer booty. A hard cartilage plate in their lower back that they use to block their burrows, and if threatened can lay down and as the animal tries to get past jam their legs straight and crush the skull of a fox against the roof of their burrow, easily break a dingoes jaw or even destroy your hand.

Kangaroos - yes they box, hahaha wouldn't it be funny to box with a kangaroo. NO. Kangroos box for fun but also to defend themselves and their mob. The Alpha male is the big buff one that looks like he's on steroids. He looks like that for a reason, to defend and protect his mob. DO NOT MESS WITH ANY KANGAROOs, but really don't mess with Big Daddy (for being the alpha he gets all the ladies) Kangaroos are made for this. A punch from a Kangaroo can easily break you ribs. They can lean back on their tail and bring both legs up to kick you, easily tearing you open, which they can do with the claws on their toes, and so basically dissecting you from sternum down. Oh and if they gran you round the neck for a 'Cuddle' DUCK AND RUN. They will hold you in a kind of choke hold and then bring their legs up to kick you and basically snap you in half. Don't even mess with Wallabies man, they may be smaller but can still do damage.

Tassie Devils - are extremely shy and slower than you, like you can actually run away from them. BUT. They have the strongest bite strength compared to size of any animal. The have a PSI of 1200 and males weigh around 8 kg. For perspective, Hyenas have a PSI of 1100 and males weigh around 50kg

Brushtail Possums - They may be cuter than the American Opossums but trust me, they don't want you around. They are solitary so most people have heard them fighting of a night, screeching, shrieking, hissing, growling and making darth vadar noises. Heads up from someone who has had to rescue them from awkward places (fire-places, BBQs, closets) They are stronger than you and they will f*** you up. Even without them meaning to I've gotten injuries from my joey Brushies, they get so keen on their milk when you put it in that they climb your arm and their claws are sharper than cats. Also the sheer strength of them. I'm stronger than I look but if they are clinging on to a tree you are gonna need all your strength to get them off. The can also bite your finger clean off. And I've seen injuries from people who feed wild ones and for some reason have been late to put out the food or something and they've climbed their leg or even jumped on them - stitches were required in a few of those cases (human skin is not thick like tree bark)

What's with Magpies and swooping?

Simple, they have nests/babies and are protecting them. Australia Magpies are very smart and can recognise faces. If they think you are a threat they will try and scare you off. Just like if you're walking along with your toddler and there's a weirdo doing something strange you hold the kid tighter and closer to you and move through faster. But these guys can't just move their nests or their babies. The spot is chosen based on food availability and shelter from sun and rain, but also not being too cold. It's their spot. I've never been swooped by Magpies, other birds yes, but not Magpies. My local birds know me as the lady that cleans and fills the bird bath. Legit the Magpies sing a specific song when it needs filling to call me out to do it. So don't be a threat. If they are swooping in that area, try to avoid it or go through quickly. We used to have Plovers at my school, in the bush at the end of the oval. Never a problem. One day some kids go into the bush and stomp on their nest and eggs. After that they would swoop anyone who came close to there. So the school blocked off that end of the oval. Fair call. Wasn't the birds fault.

Why is everything named so basic?

Oh you mean the snake that's black with a red belly being balled a Red Belly Black Snake, and the tree with all the doodles on it being called a Scribbly Gum? 80% of plants and animals found in Australia are found NO WHERE ELSE. So the early Europeans had a lot of things to name and when they tried naming it themselves they would get it wrong. 2 good examples are: The Death Adder (only considered highly venomous, not deadly, and not an Adder). Also you're only likely to get bitten if you stand on it or try to pick it up. The Australian Magpie, they saw a black and white bird so it must be a magpie. Nope. Actually not in the corvidae family but in the butcherbird family - Artamidae. So their solution was to either take the Aboriginal word, for example, Quoll, Kookaburra, Koala, Quokka, Taipan. Or name it after what it looks like/sounds like/ is found Boobook Owl - makes a sound like booooo-book Squirrel Glider Eastern Water Dragon Grey Headed Flying Fox Flaky Bark Tea Tree Old man Banksia This can cause confusion though as not every brown coloured snake is a brown snake, and not all Eastern brown snakes are brown. Squirrel Gliders aren't related to squirrels. Flying foxes are bats not actual foxes that fly.

What do I do if I find injured wildlife?

Well, depends on the wildlife and where it is. If it's in a dangerous position, like the middle of a highway, don't try anything. First thing, call a wildlife rescue group, there are plenty around and they have trained people who know what to do. A quick google search should show you all you need to know, also the IFAW's Wildlife Rescue App will identify the closest group to you.

If it's a snake, adult wombat or kangaroo, or any other animal that can cause you serious injury, leave it be. The wildlife rescuers you call can give you basic info on how to help but mostly calling them is the main thing.

If it's something smaller, like a young animal or glider or baby bird and you are able to put it into a cardboard box that will be perfect. The 3 main things injured/ill wildlife need are warmth, dark and quiet. You don't need to worry about food or water. The rescuers will organise that. If you give food or water to an animal in shock you can cause more damage.

THE BEST THING IS TO DO NOTHING. I know this sounds stupid. But so many problems can occur from people who don't know what they are doing helping out. You know what they say about good intentions. For example, picking up a Koala like you would pick up a human child (under the armpits, around the chest) you could actually break their ribs. Also so many Koalas end up needing vet care during heat waves because people pour water into their mouths - they can get pneumonia as the water goes in too fast, it is not a natural way for them to drink. You can also get yourself injured or make the animals injuries worse. I have seen Kangaroos with broken legs get up and try to hop away from people. I have seen severe scratches on other people because they tried to pick up an animal.

What diseases can wildlife give me?

Well. I only know about Australian wildlife, and it's very different to other parts of the world. If you get a bad bite or scratch from wildlife you should see your doctor ASAP, get the wound cleaned properly and make sure your tetanus is up to date (same as if a pet gives you a bad bite or scratch).

There aren't that many Zoonosis that are around in Australia that are easy to catch. Mostly you have to be dealing directly with sick wildlife to get them.

The main thing is Australian Bat Lyssavirus. ABL for short. Now our bats can carry it. About 1 in 1000 bats may have it and you HAVE to be bitten or scratched for it to be transmitted to you. If you are bitten or scratched by a bat your chance is 0.1% of getting ABL but it is related to Rabies, so head straight to hospital for treatment. If you don't touch a bat you won't get bitten or scratched and so your chance of getting it is 0. Hendra is the other virus our bats carry, however it has to go through a horse before it mutates enough for humans to get it.

Basically it's only when you get involved with wildlife that your risk of getting a disease from them is higher than VERY unlikely. If you happen to help some wildlife, and you maybe wrap them in a towel or jumper, even if they urinate on it. You can just chuck it in the wash (I usually add a little extra disinfectant) and it will be fine. Treat it the same as if a pet had used it or urinated on it.

What's some Good Wildlife Apps to have?

Well, there's so many out there now hey? Here's some that I've found handy or know people that use. WomSAT EchidnaCSI PlatypusSPOT are all for recording sightings of these animals (wombats/echidnas/platypus) this helps researches track where they are and how they are going which means we can help them more as well. OzAtlas - record a sighting of anything Australian, animal, plant, fungus, insect. FrogID - need to identify a frog? This is the app for you. Use photos or sound recordings, Field Guide to *insert state/territory* Fauna - Have a field guide on you wherever you are without having to carry a book. Seek by inaturalist - Helps you identify any animals, plants, insect, fungus. IFAW Wildlife Rescue - wildlife rescue app (currently for NSW only but soon expanding) will give you advice on what to do and put you into contact with the local wildlife rescue groups.

Besides Cats and Foxes, what other invasive species have you got that cause problems?

First up, any invasive species causes a problem. In Tasmania they have issues with Sugar Gliders, because they are not naturally found there and use up tree hollows that other animals need. Invasive species cause competition for food, water and shelter. They can also bring in diseases that didn't exist in Australia before and that our natives have no defence against (like cats and Toxoplasmosis) Here's a quick list of invasive animal species in Australia. Cats, dogs, foxes, pigs, water buffalo, ferrets rabbits, horses/brumbies, goats, camels, Cane Toad, European Honey Bee, Common Myna bird, deer, donkey, common starling, common pigeon, black rat, brown rat.

There's more, there's reptiles, and weeds and fish but those guys ^ are the main ones that cause problems.

I am an animal lover but unless we get rid of these animals you loose more in the long run. I'm 100% against use of poisons, I prefer having people hunt them to be honest. If you know what you are doing and have the right equipment you can give them a quick, painless death. To give you an idea how bad invasives are:

The introduction of the rabbit is the main cause the Lesser Bilby became extinct.

The introduction of cats and toxoplasmosis is believed to be the main reason Eastern Quolls became extinct on mainland Australia

Rats led directly to the extinction of 5 of Lord Howe Island's bird species

30% of our land snakes and Goannas are at risk as Cane Toads are rapidly spreading and eat their eggs.

The Common Myna Bird is the 2nd greatest threat to Australian native birds (habitat loss being the 1st)

The fox population has been estimated at 72 million and consume around 190 million birds a year

There's an estimated 23 million wild pigs/boars and an estimated 2.6 million goats - all eating whatever they come across.

How can I help Australian Wildlife?

There's the stuff we already know, like reduce/reuse/recycle and don't litter. But there's other things you may not know about.

Turn off lights at night - any lights that you don't need, don't have them on, especially if they are outside. Lots of animals require insects in their diets, particularly moths, which can be distracted by lights. Zoos Victoria have launched educational stuff for this https://youtu.be/ZAcL4FKPtHw

Learn about them - It's not hard, there's multiple ways you can do it. There's books, tv shows, pod casts, you can follow sanctuaries and other people who work with wildlife on social media. Planting flora that's native to your area is great as different plants can attract different animals and it's much lower maintenance, being made for that environment. You can even find cool life-hacks like Lemon Scented Tea-Tree doesn't just smell amazing and feed lots of wildlife, it keeps the mozzies away! There's different kinds of nesting boxes out there specific to different species that you can put up to help 'foster' that species. You can even become friends with your local Magpies! Mine know me as the lady who cleans and fills the bird bath and all I had to do was whistle to them when I was done and now they are really chill around me and I get to watch their antics. Debunk Myths! - In learning about wildlife you can debunk lots of myths like: a mother bird won't take it's chick back if you've touched it (fake news!) or that snakes dislocate their jaw to swallow their prey (that would be soooo painful!)

Put out water - have a bird bath and keep it clean and full. Or if you don't have one or want to get one just put water out on hot days. Summer's getting hotter and hotter and our animals really suffer. So put out a nice pot or container of water. Don't forget to put a rock or a stick in it if it's a slippery surface (like plastic or metal) so that little animals and bugs don't fall in and drown, and keep it out of the sun if it's likely to heat up.

Check roadkill - it's not pleasant but needs to be done. Don't do it if it's a motorway or somewhere dangerous, but if you can PLEASE do. Roadkill sometimes looks dead but isn't and you don't want them laying there suffering. They may have pouch young if they are a marsupial or young nearby that will need care without their parent. And where possible get it off the road. Species like Tasmanian Devils, Goannas and Wedge Tailed Eagles feed on roadkill and can then end up as roadkill themselves. Even if you have to drag it, it's dead and not gonna feel any more pain. 100% of people I have attended a rescue for who have called because they stopped and found a joey or young in a pouch or hiding nearby have not regretted their decision at all. Even if they were late for work, they saved a life and it was worth it.

Avoid using poisons - insecticides, pesticides, snail bait and straight up rat poison. Like mentioned in POISON VS VENOM, it just keeps killing. There are so many other options out there and they aren't hard to find. There's stuff on the internet but also at Bunnings I've found more environmentally sound options that use Tea Tree oils and Eucalyptus instead and work just as well.

Don't feed them! - Most Aussie animals are gluten and lactose intolerant. BREAD IS REALLY BAD! and if not eaten it gets mouldy and causes disease. Putting out bird seed is the number 1 problem when we talk 'feeding wildlife'. WHY?

The 'wild birdseed' that you buy in shops isn't actually for wild birds. JUST LOOK AT IT, you don't see those seeds growing out in the wild. The main seed wild birds eat are Bottle-brush, She-oaks, Banksias, Wattle and Eucalypts. None of those are found in these bags of seed.

Even for seed eaters that seed you buy is too fatty and unbalanced

For those that don't usually eat seed, like Lorikeets, eating the seed destroys the specialised bristles on their tongues that they need to eat their natural food - nectar and pollen.

If you don't keep it clean you will spread diseases, especially psittacosis (beak and feather) for which there is no cure just a slow, drawn out death. You can also catch it and end up in hospital.

You cause an imbalance. Animals breed based on food availability, if you make food available they will breed but there might not be enough space or trees available and you create more competition and also they end up relying on you and if you go on holiday or anything they can die without that food.

You can cause health issues in other animals. Possums love bird seed but it makes them fat, making it harder for them to escape predators.

You will be feeding non-natives. For example, the Common Myna bird cannot survive on wild plants, but if there is a food source around they can. Got rid of Common Mynas in my neighbourhood by convincing my neighbours to stop putting out bird seed.

RATS LOVE BIRD SEED. Specially feral rats. Mice also love bird seed.

You make a predator hot-spot. It won't take long for predators to realised animals they prey on visit your feeding station and they will come. The most common predator I find around bird seed? Snakes. Snakes love rats and mice, rats and mice love bird seed. You do the maths.

If you want to feed them just do some research and plant trees that are food for them.

How many species are endangered?

Sadly, it's almost quicker to list what's NOT endangered in Australia.

That's hard to say as there is different ways they can be endangered. In one area they may be common, but in another they could be disappearing. You can have Endangered lists at different levels; local, state, national and international.

But the most used list is the International Union for Conservation of Nature’s Red List of Threatened Species has evolved to become the world’s most comprehensive information source on the global extinction risk status of animal, fungus and plant species. AKA the IUNC Red List

Here's a bit of a breakdown: EXTINCT 26 mammals 7 birds 4 amphibians CRITICALLY ENDANGERED 7 mammals 8 birds 15 amphibians 13 reptiles ENDANGERED 18 mammals 29 birds 18 amphibians 21 Reptiles VULNERABLE 51 mammals 40 birds 23 amphibians 35 reptiles NEAR THREATENED 43 mammals 37 birds 9 amphibians 21 reptiles

Then there's the "data deficient" category where they really just don't have the info. 10 mammals 11 amphibians 42 reptiles

I will continue to update this post as I think of other things. Feel free to send me any questions you have

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inkwell1013 · 3 years

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Quiet Hands - Persona 5

Pairing: Yusuke & the Phantom Thieves (platonic), Yusuke & Natsuhiko (familial)

Genre: Oneshot, Angst with a bit of fluff, Found family.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: In this fic, Yusuke deals with a lot of internalized ableism and ableist remarks from Madarame. There is also some physical abuse, emotional abuse and depiction of a panic attack. The r slur is also used. Please bear these warnings in mind before proceeding.

Summary: Madarame never understood Yusuke. He was quick to punish Yusuke for fidgeting. Yusuke learns that loud hands get him hurt. It is much better to have quiet hands. It is better to hold down all the stuff that makes him different. It is better to be who Madarame wants him to be. The Phantom Thieves seemed to disagree with this.

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Yusuke was a creature of unbreakable habit. He enjoyed order and structure, and liked to know when he was expected to do things and how he was expected to do them. The slightest disruption to his routine would send him spiralling, leaving him in a horrible mood for the rest of the day.

Today was one of those days. Madarame had invited a guest over without warning Yusuke beforehand, and that had sent him into a tantrum of epic proportions. He didn’t like strangers and he didn’t like surprises, so this was a particularly detestable event in his eyes.

Madarame dragged him downstairs despite his vehement protests. “I don’t want to,” whined Yusuke, trying to pull his arm out of Madarame’s grip. “Let me go!”

“Oh, grow up Yusuke!” snapped Madarame. “You’re not a little kid anymore, and this whining is completely unacceptable for someone your age. Sometimes you must do things you don’t want to do. That’s life, and complaining isn’t going to change anything. Now, you will behave and act normal in front of this curator, or I will ground you for the rest of the week. Do you understand me?”

Yusuke squirmed in his grip. “But it’s so difficult Daddy. I don’t like new people.”

Madarame scowled. “I am not your father. What do you call me?”

“Sensei,” sniffed Yusuke. “Do I really have to do it Sensei?”

“Yes, the curator is expecting to meet you. I’m not having you embarrass me again,” said Madarame, shoving Yusuke into the living room.

The curator stood to greet them as they came in. He was an aggressively friendly man, who immediately went to shake Madarame’s hand with a wide, toothy smile on his face. “Is this your son?” he asked brightly.

“No, he’s my student. I took him in after his mother’s death,” explained Madarame, pushing Yusuke forward. “Why don’t you say hello Yusuke?”

Yusuke mumbled a hello, doing anything to keep from making eye contact, which was made difficult by the fact that the stranger seemed to be attempted the exact opposite at every opportunity. “I apologise for his behaviour,” said Madarame. “He’s a little shy.”

He punctuated the last word with a sharp glare. Yusuke curled further in on himself.

“I understand,” laughed the curator. “My daughter’s shy too. Anyway, what layout are we thinking for this new exhibit?”

Madarame and the curator launched into a lengthy conversation about the upcoming exhibition, thankfully leaving Yusuke out of it. He didn’t want to talk anyway.

All this stress of meeting a new person was making him feel a bit shaky. Similar to how a kettle filled with boiling water needed a way to release the rising pressure, he had found his own way of release. It varied by situation and circumstance, and today it had manifested as fluttery fingers. The curator hadn’t noticed, still engrossed in the work that Madarame was showing him.

Madarame shoot Yusuke a murderous glare and reached over a hand. He pinned Yusuke’s wrist to the table, forcing his hands to a standstill. The curator happily continued with the conversation, having not noticed at all.

“Quiet hands,” hissed Madarame. “You know the rules.”

Yusuke knew he was in trouble.

Nothing happened until the curator left. Madarame was cruel, but he wasn’t stupid. He never struck Yusuke in public and never in front of others - he had his reputation to worry about after all - but things were different behind closed doors.

As soon as the front door slammed shut, Madarame struck, like a viper leaping from the brush. He yanked Yusuke forward, sharp nails digging into his wrist. Stumbling, Yusuke desperately tried to regain his footing, but was thrown of balance again when Madarame smacked him on the side of the head, sending him lurching to the left. He was lucky enough to grab a hold of the coffee table before he hit the ground.

His ear was ringing with discordant chords of a half-finished song, and his vision was blurred, but he could still make out Madarame’s scowling face.

“Sensei, I—”

“Ten fucking minutes! That was all I asked,” screamed Madarame. “And you couldn’t even do that. What is wrong with you?”

Yusuke stared down at the ground. “I don’t know…” he muttered.

“You don’t know?” Madarame said incredulously. “I’m not having a retard for a student. You need to learn to control yourself. No more of that stupid fidgeting. I’ve let it go on for far too long anyway.”

“But I can’t control it,” said Yusuke.

“You will learn. You are not a wild animal that is completely lacking in self control. I raised you better than that.”

“Sensei, you can’t—”

“I’m doing this for your own good Yusuke. No one is going to take you seriously if you act like that. Now go to your room and think about what you’ve done,” spat Madarame. “Don’t think I’m feeding you after this outburst.”

Things only got worse after that. Madarame stayed true to his word and punished Yusuke for the fidgeting whenever he saw it. That didn’t mean that Yusuke stopped though; he just learned to hide it in front of his mentor. He learned to bottle it all down and release it when he was on his own so he could avoid the punishment.

Even so, the pressure was always building, hissing and screaming to be let out. Sometimes he couldn’t stop it from erupting out of him. Those where the worst days. He would be left shaking and crying, scratching at himself, trying to alleviate that crushing feeling deep down in his soul.

He was only hurting himself – he knew that – but it was the only way to make himself feel better.

Madarame didn’t understand it, just as he had never understood anything about Yusuke. As always, he resorted to violence. He would smack Yusuke on the back of the head every time, repeating the same words.

“Quiet hands.”

Like how a dog can be made to salivate at the sound of a ringing bell, Yusuke was conditioned to associate exhibiting these behaviours in front of others with fear. With pain. Whenever Madarame had guests over, he played the role of the perfect protégé and dutiful student, exactly how Madarame wanted him to, so that he could avoid his ire.

Not once did he question it.

Madarame just wanted what was best for him.

That was the only explanation.

As sad as it was to admit, Yusuke had never had friends before he met the phantom thieves. He had always been too busy with his art and studies and never had enough time to socialise. No one at his school liked him enough to talk to him anyway.

The closest person he had to a friend when he was a child was Natsuhiko, who had been more like a brother to him, but Natsuhiko left when Yusuke was ten years old. Ysuuke didn’t even get to say goodbye. He just found his bed empty one morning and was informed of his departure over breakfast. Yusuke never quite forgave Natsuhiko for leaving him like that.

The Phantom Thieves were a motley crew, but they were the kindest people Yusuke had met in a long time, so he was happy to call them his friends. They were all kindred spirits, people who had been beaten down and abused by the world, and people who wanted change.

He found solace in their friendship. It was comforting to be around people who were so much like him, who had similar pasts and experiences, and who could understand him.

That day he was reminded of how kind the Phantom Thieves were.

Yusuke had started yet another one of his passionate rants – this time about an artist from the Edo period, who was well known for his unique handling of colours and composition – and instead of blowing him off and ignoring him, as he had expected them to, everyone was paying attention to what he had to say.

And he loved it. Art was a second parent to Yusuke (it had certainly done more to raise him than Madarame ever had) and he would happily ramble about it for hours on end. Once he got going, he could rarely force himself to stop.

There was a lull in his ramble, and he realised how rude he was being. “I apologise,” he said. “I let that go on a bit long, didn’t I? I have a bad habit of running my mouth. It won’t happen again.”

“We don’t mind man,” said Ryuji. “Art makes you happy and shit. We get that.”

“It’s like me and computers,” added Futaba, who was crouching on the couch and fiddling with the ends of her hair. “Sometimes you’ve just got to talk about these things.”

“Whatever makes you happy Yusuke,” said Ann.

“We’re your friends,” explained Ren, leaning dangerously far back in his chair. “We only want you to be happy, and if this is what makes you happy, go for it.” Haru and Makoto nodded in agreement.

Yusuke couldn’t stop himself. He felt bubbly and ecstatic. All that energy had to go somewhere and he found his hand flapping, quite without his input or permission. He rocked on his heels, riding that wave of joy.

It didn’t last long however, and a wave of horror came crashing down upon him as soon as he realised what he had done. Everyone was staring at him and he was frozen in place.

It was like he was the painting in Madarame’s palace. That damn thing haunted his dreams. He would never forget it – the reminder that he was nothing than a thing to the man who raised him. The man he thought of as his father. It sneered at him, as he tossed and turned, reminding him that he would never truly be free.

A tiny sliver of his brain knew that Madarame was gone, and couldn’t hurt him anymore. But it was overwhelmed by everything else that was screaming at him that he was in danger. That he needs to run and not look back. But he couldn’t even do that.

They’ll only hate you after this.

He tried to force himself to say something – anything – but couldn’t force out a single sound. He swore that he couldn’t breathe. Everyone’s eyes were on him. His heart was racing, pumping adrenaline through his veins that he wouldn’t even use because he was too terrified to run, let alone move.

“Yusuke is something wrong?” asked Ren, ever the gracious leader. Yusuke wasn’t sure if he would be able to handle it if Ren hit him. He was usually so composed, but Yusuke knew he packed a mean punch. He had seen him use it on shadows before.

Maybe, if he uses it on you, you’ll turn to dust and blow away as well. Then you won’t bother them anymore. They’ll be happy that you’re gone.

“I can’t— I don’t— I need—" he stammered, unable to form the words correctly. Everyone was staring at him. This was so humiliating.

Ren cast a desperate look to Futaba, who nodded and swayed to her feet. She inched toward Yusuke and reached out a hand to touch his shoulder. Yusuke flinched and she pulled away.

“You need to breathe Yusuke,” said Futaba. “I know it’s hard, but you need to breathe. In for four, hold for seven, and out for eight. Come on, do it with me.”

Yusuke took in a single shaky breath. And then another. Soon, his heart stopped palpitating at a million miles an hour, and he finally felt stable.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I don’t know what came over me. I- I don’t know. It simply happened.”

“It’s okay. You were just having a panic attack. Have you never had one before?” asked Futaba.

“No…” said Yusuke. “I can’t believe I lost control like that in front of everyone. This is mortifying.”

“No one’s going to judge you or anything. These things happen,” said Futaba, with a shrug. Everyone else nodded. “Do you know if anything triggered it?” she asked.

Yusuke chewed on his fingernails, a nervous habit that he never managed to kick, despite Madarame’s best efforts. “You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“We won’t. Trust me.”

“I am different to other people,” he admitted. “I always have been. When I was young, I had bad habits that were beginning to cause problems, so Madarame took it upon himself to… fix my issue.”

Futaba frowned. “You don’t mean..?”

“He used to hit me. It was never anything that bad, and never enough to bruise or scar, but it was adequate, and corrected the problem. I believe losing control and exhibiting that behaviour again in front of others was enough to remind me of it. I apologise for worrying you all.” He bowed his head, staring down at the ground.

There was a long, empty silence, which was broken by Ryuji. “Dude. He was abusing you.”

Yusuke blinked. “And that’s… bad?”

“Of course it’s bad!” exclaimed Ann. “He hurt you. It’s no wonder you’re afraid of him.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” asked Ren, staring Yusuke down.

“I didn’t think it was important…”

Futaba walked over to the couch and took her previous crouched position. “So, Inari, are you autistic?” she asked.

Yusuke scowled. “I don’t see how that’s relevant. I was diagnosed as a child, but I grew out of it.”

He was a little surprised when Futaba cringed and Ren shook his head. “You don’t grow out of autism Yusuke,” said Ren, as gently as he could. “It’s a part of who you are.”

“But I’m not autistic anymore! I’m not. Madarame fixed me,” exclaimed Yusuke.

“Man, not to rude or anything,” interjected Ryuji. “But he lowkey traumatised you. He didn’t fix shit.”

“Hitting someone for stimming is like punishing your puppy for wagging it’s tail,” said Makoto. “You’re just doing what your body wants you to do. It’s normal. We all do it.” She gestured between herself, Futaba, and Ren.

Yusuke’s eyes widened. “You mean, you’re all like me?” he whispered.

“Yes,” said Ren “You’re not alone.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled, rubbing at his face with the sleeve of his shirt. Why was he crying? “You’re all too kind.

Ryuji rolled his eyes. “Nah. We’re just not shitty people like that bastard. Sorry if that’s rude or whatever, but it’s true.”

Yusuke couldn’t stop himself from snickering. “That’s absolutely true. He was a grade A asshole”

“Group hug!” announced Haru, launching herself at Yusuke. Soon, Yusuke found himself in the middle of a crushing group hug with every single Phantom Thief except Morgana, who was still peacefully sleeping on the windowsill.

“You’re a bit weird,” said Ryuji. “But you’re our weirdo.”

It was Yusuke’s turn to decide where the group went on their weekly outing, and he chose the planetarium. Natsuhiko had taken him there once, when Yusuke was about ten years old. Looking back, he knew it was because Madarame had come home drunk again and Natsuhiko didn’t want him to see that.

It was funny how many of his good memories were tainted by hindsight.

Even so, the day stood out in his mind. It was a single happy moment in the sea of abject misery that was his childhood. Natsuhiko had spent the entire evening pointing out different constellations and telling Yusuke stories about them.

Even after Natsuhiko left, Yusuke remembered the stories. He would trace the constellations onto his palm and whisper the stories to himself, desperately clinging onto the few things he had left of Natsuhiko. He remembered every single word, exactly how Natsuhiko had told him.

He and his friends found their seats and settled down. The lights flickered on above them, stars appearing in the dark expanse. He remembered Natsuhiko daring him to try and count them. It was impossible; there were just too many. An incomprehensible number.

It was beautiful. He would paint it, but he could never capture its majesty quite right. All the swirls of purple and blue and black, with pinpricks of light shining through, filled the entire domed ceiling. It would never fit on a canvas.

Futaba leaned over and whispered to him, “Do you know any stories about the stars?”

“Are you sure you want to hear?” replied Yusuke. “You know how much I can go on about these things.”

“Of course. We all want to hear!” said Ann. Yusuke looked around to the smiling faces of his friends and couldn’t help but grin himself.

“Okay,” he said, flapping his hands, as he collected all the right words. Flapping was his favourite stim. There was nothing quite like it for that fluttery, excited feeling in his chest. “Can you see those three stars over there that form a line?” he said. “They are a part of a constellation called ‘Take No Fushi’. They represent a bamboo cane, being held by a young girl. The story stays that she and her sister were carrying buckets of water balanced on canes of bamboo, when they were attacked by a fearsome Oni. There was no escape, so they climbed a rope towards the sky. The elder sister became the moon, and the younger sister became the stars that trail after her…”

Everyone was listening to him. No one minded his stimming. He knew, for the first time in years, that it was okay to be himself around those he loved.

#persona 5 fanfiction #persona 5 angst #fluff #angst #yusuke kitagawa #Autistic Yusuke #inkwell writes

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ckret2 · 4 years

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Weird And Very Specific Dietary Needs

Written for @symbruary Day 10: "friendship." I'm actually surprised it took me this long to write a ficlet featuring Morbius because like. I ship that. But I've got a couple more planned. I'm gonna stick my Venom & Morbius fics in their own AO3 fic separate from my other symbruary fics, since there’s gonna be a few together.

Now to be clear I'm primarily familiar with Morbius from the miniseries & events he appears in with Venom and it's been a hot minute since I read those so, *makes a wiggly hand at Morb’s characterization*

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"There you are!" Venom said, rounding a corner to reveal two huddled forms: the source of the sounds of violence they'd been following through the drainage tunnels for the last five minute. "Now, you miscreant—I don't know what acts of vile villainy you've come down here to perpetrate, but the citizens of the subterranean system of this city are under our protection. So get off that innocent—"

The assailant looked up from the victim they were bent over, blood coating the bottom half of their pallid face, eyes wide, hair wild.

"Oh, Morbie!" Venom relaxed. "We've got to stop meeting like this! You know: unexpectedly, underground, in the dark, under circumstances where it'd be all too easy for us to mistake each other for foes—"

"Venom?" Morbius shook his head, the eerily inhuman look in his eyes fading.

"The two and only. Are you in the mood for company, or if we stick around are you gonna act like a pain in the neck?"

The vampire clearly had no sense of humor, because that pun deserved at least a chuckle. He turned away. "Give me a moment; I'm almost finished dining."

"Sure thing." Venom leaned against a concrete wall, arms and ankles crossed. Morbius hesitated, as if he'd expected Venom to leave, but then bent over his unfinished meal.

Once he'd straightened up and wiped off his face, he said, "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Why? We've seen it before."

"In the heat of battle. When I'm using my fangs as a weapon. Not as... as..."

Venom offered, "Straws?"

"Not what I was going for."

"Knives? But knives are a weapon too," Venom said. "Forks?"

"You know what, I—Straws was fine."

"Straws, then. Anyway—doesn't bother us," Venom said, shrugging. "I mean, he deserved it, right?"

"Of course he did. He came down here with two friends to try to harass transients."

"Then no problem." Venom's face lit up. "Hey—do you still need help dealing with the other two, or...?"

"No, I... dealt with them first. This one simply got a head start before I could catch him."

"Ah." Venom sank back against the wall again, disappointed.

"I can't imagine why it wouldn't bother you."

Morbius was still looking at his meal instead of at Venom, back turned and shoulders hunched. Had Venom stumbled on him on a broody night—that was like a thing for vampires, right? Blood-drinking, bad sunburns, and brooding?—or was he just that embarrassed over being watched during dinner?

Maybe they should be taking the conversation a bit more seriously, then. "We think you probably can imagine why. Most people know about our weird dietary needs."

Morbius finally glanced back at them. "Those rumors are true, then? I was never sure if they were or if it was the usual stereotypes and slander against the monstrous."

"Half true. We've got a couple of much less gruesome ways to get our vitamins and minerals, but if we skip a couple of snacks... well, your average human skull starts looking like a tasty little bonbon: crunchy shell on the outside, delicious chewy filling..."

Morbius grimaced. "You have a very... evocative way with words."

"Used to be a journalist."

"All the same—does that not... disgust you?" He got to his feet, finally turning to face Venom fully. "It's true that neither one of us can be called fully human anymore, but there's still some element of humanity inside of us. Is the humanity in you not repulsed?"

Venom hesitated. "Huh. That got philosophical fast."

"It's something I spend a lot more time thinking about than having a chance to talk over with someone else."

That was fair. Venom had someone to talk over those questions with—the two of them always together, always listening to each other's fears and worries.

"We're a little different from you," Venom said. "You're a human that's been altered, we're a human that's been added too."

"Granted," Morbius said, "but even so..."

Venom held up a finger. "Hold on a moment, we're getting to our point," they said. "One half of us has lived countless lives on countless worlds around countless stars, shared lives with countless species that feed countless different ways. Cannibalism, even between members of a sapient species, isn't strange or horrific to it. Just another thing some aliens do."

Morbius drew his head back, blinking at being called the alien—yeah, some humans got like that, had to wrap their heads around the idea that they were the "other" to somebody—but he didn't comment.

"The other half of us... is still human, yes. And the humanity in Eddie is repulsed when he discovers that he's consumed the flesh of his own kind." They had to hold back a shudder at one of their more vivid memories. "There's a perverse delight in it—the taste of something you can feel is... is spiritually tainting you just for tasting it. A poisonous forbidden fruit. The horror of knowing what you've done balanced by the relief of knowing you're now past the fear that you might do it and the resignation that you must." (Morbius's expression darkened as Venom spoke—he clearly didn't like that he understood what Eddie felt, but he did understand.) "Yes, Eddie knows that repulsion. But he only feels that repulsion toward himself. How can he feel it toward you, when he can also see you the way his other can, not as a high spiritual creature that has fallen from grace but as a blameless humble animal doing as its instincts urge it to feed? How can he feel it toward you when he knows the same shame and guilt you feel, and that you wouldn't if you didn't have to? Are you revolted by him the way you're revolted by yourself?"

Morbius frowned, stroking his chin as he put serious thought into the question. "Generally, no," he said, "unless you're comparing skulls to bonbons."

Venom laughed loudly. "Sorry! The comparison comes naturally to us. Chocolate is our primary chemical substitute."

"Chocolate?!" Morbius barked. "You get to choose between cannibalism and chocolate?! Oh, of all the lucky curses!"

"You know, it is, isn't it?"

"And here I am, empathizing with you over our shared lost humanity, and your darkest cravings are satisfied with chocolate!" Morbius waved them off as he turned from them, lips curled in exaggerated disgust. "Away with you. Chocolate." He stalked down the tunnel.

They followed after him. They'd assume he actually wanted them to leave if he said it again. "Have you ever tried looking for substitutes?" they asked cheerfully. "Blood sausage, maybe?"

"Yes, actually. With that exact food."

"No good?"

"Would I be here instead of robbing a butcher's shop if it worked?"

"I don't know—maybe you thought these three bullies you dealt with deserved it more than the poor butcher that was going to have to pay for the broken windows?"

Morbius rolled his eyes.

Venom grinned and kept following him.

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Fic crossposted to AO3, link in my description. If you enjoyed this fic, I'd appreciate a comment or reblog!

#venom #symbiote #venom symbiote #eddie brock #morbius #symbruary #fanfic #my writing

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necrowriter · 4 years

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monday thing: may eighteenth (on hidden obstacles)

lately I've been thinking about video games.

I've played quite a bit of Animal Crossing since New Horizons came out. so, as you just might have noticed, have a lot of other people. by pure coincidence it happened to come out at a time when a great many people needed exactly the kind of escapism Animal Crossing offers. it's peaceful and soothing and soft, an imaginary getaway to a distant island where the neighbors are all friendly, the waves lap gently against clean bright sand, and there is never anything much to worry about it.

but New Horizons was eagerly anticipated long before anyone had any inkling what the circumstances around its release were going to be. it's the fifth game in a very successful series. Animal Crossing has had something appealing to offer for a long time. in the wake of the success of New Horizons I've seen a number of people wondering--many jokingly, some not--about why, exactly, the series is so appealing. is it really that much fun to pay off a home loan? to pull weeds and water flowers? are people really so invested in the thought of buying furniture or catching bugs to sell?

the usual sort of answer--again, often a joking one, sometimes not--is that the appeal is that you can pay off your home loan, without stress or fear, without interest accumulating, without any consequences if you don't. you can earn all the money you need by doing simple, easy tasks, and in the meantime your tanuki landlord will happily wait on you for years if he has to. well ain't that an impossible dream, amirite? we might as well enjoy doing it in a video game because we have no hope of doing it in real life.

and that answer is true, I think, but it only scratches the surface of something that extends well beyond Animal Crossing.

Animal Crossing is perhaps the most extreme example, but many--maybe even most--video games offer the chance to pursue relatively normal, everyday sort of tasks even when the main focus of the game is something very grand and exciting. massive, open-world adventures and RPGs with epic, sweeping stories very often also allow you the opportunity to customize the living space or wardrobe of your main character, play minigames to earn money and prizes, or pursue smaller sidequests to build relationships with friends or lovers or just to help someone out. start a business! care for pets! grow flowers! hell, just take a nice walk if you want.

and if you listen to people talk about playing these games, you will often hear that they spent a great deal of time and energy on such tasks, sometimes much more than they ever spent on the main story or the bigger quests. given the choice, it seems, people are just as often drawn to the smaller things, even in games that also offer the sort of thing that seems like much more conventional wish-fulfillment. certainly I can attest to this. in Minecraft, a game where you can build enormous castles or terraform entire continents, I have spent many enjoyable hours instead building a small farm or a lakeside cottage. Breath of the Wild is a game where you play as a legendary hero reawoken to battle an ancient and terrible foe that has devastated your entire kingdom and sure, I took on that quest, but I did it in-between spending a lot more time gathering ingredients for cooking, feeding apples to my beloved horse, or taking pictures of birds. as soon as Pokemon offered the chance to take a break from becoming a master trainer of cool, powerful creatures to give those creatures head scritches and feed them cupcakes, you can bet I grabbed that opportunity with both hands.

why do we so often choose to do smaller, even ordinary, things, in these situations where it is just as easy, if not easier, to do great, big, awe-inspiring, impressive ones? when given the chance to be a hero of great renown wielding a sword of legends to save the entire world, why do I so often put doing that off to instead enjoy riding my horse through a sunny meadow? would you not expect the thing that I could never do in real life to hold more appeal and draw than something entirely possible, even ordinary?

well, that's obviously a hell of a deep psychological rabbit hole to go down, but I think part of it is this: games have a way of removing hidden obstacles. alright, and not-so-hidden obstacles, sure. if we look back at the Animal Crossing example, some of the obstacles the game removes are very. obvious. your loans have no interest or deadline, no consequence for failure. making money requires no resume, no qualifications, no applications, no stress, no fuss, nothing more than a butterfly net or fishing rod and some time to spare, at most. there are no taxes, no global warming, no troubling political news.

but there are smaller obstacles shaved off here and there as well. in the world of Animal Crossing it is not just big things that become more accessible, but also day to day things which in real life are often rendered accessible to achieve, but not to enjoy, because of the difficulties attached to them.

let's take gardening. a few posts back I talked about my own personal troubles with gardening: that it was something I did find enjoyment in, but also struggled with a great deal because ADHD presented so many challenges to doing it that I came to believe it was something I was simply inherently and permanently bad at. in Animal Crossing, on the other hand, most of those challenges don't exist. when you go to buy a plant, you always know exactly what it is. its needs are simple and straight-forward, and if the game doesn't tell you them then you can surely find them laid out clearly and easily with a quick visit to any of dozens of wikis and game info sites. there are clear signals included to help you carry out what you need to do. you can tell if you've watered a flower because it will sparkle. you can tell if a tree won't grow where you're trying to plant it, because the game will tell you so.

the gardening in Animal Crossing specifically is very simplistic. but it offers to you, and keeps, a promise which even games with more complicated requirements keep: here are the steps, here is the list of what you need to do, and if you do it right, something will grow, and grow well.

of course this also takes away some of the things that make the whole pastime worthwhile in real life. there is no sensation of digging your fingers into rich dirt, no fresh crop to pick and eat right off the stem. and seeing a pixel plant sprout and grow in stages will never quite compare to watching something very real and alive grow from a seed that you planted yourself. yet still I find distinct enjoyment in walking between the plots of my virtual garden in Animal Crossing, in raising virtual flowers and watching them bloom.

with some video games, I find the wish fulfillment to be as straight-forward as that: the emulation of an activity I want to do in real life, but find to be more difficult than enjoyable because of the obstacles associated with it. sometimes it's less direct. I have always enjoyed simulation and management games, games about building, cultivating, growing, raising, developing. but I've found myself particularly drawn to them over the past few years. building cities or kingdoms, running a large farm, managing a theme park or a zoo--there's great appeal there for me, even though I've never longed to pursue city planning or business management in the real world. but when things have felt at their most stagnant and hopeless, when I have felt unable to find any sign of progression or improvement in my own life, I have found comfort in being able to watch something grow, to put work in and see the results clear and apparent before me, however ephemeral those results are.

for me, I find that most often, the obstacles removed by doing something in a game mostly relate to the same thing: the struggle of planning, organizing and carrying out tasks, which is so often made so much easier when laid out for me as it is in a video game. it's a common criticism about some video games--sometimes, about the entire concept of video gaming--that playing them is essentially a matter of watching numbers go up. and, well, you've got me. it's true. I do like seeing numbers go up. I like seeing progress bars fill and skills unlock and quest objectives with check marks next to them. I like it because it's not something I get to experience much in real life: that sense of concrete progression, of knowing what I need to do and in what order I need to do it, of some acknowledgment and achievement for completing a task--yes, even if it is only a number going up! even if it is only a small cosmetic change, a new coat for my character, a section of map filling out, a pixel flower blooming on a pixel stem. better that than no sense of progress. better that than never really feeling sure if I've accomplished anything at all.

this is not something I always knew about myself. I've always liked video games, certainly, but thinking about the enjoyment I get out of them has gone hand in hand with learning more about how my own brain works. it's not only that video games can remove obstacles; by doing so, they can reveal to you that there were obstacles in places you never before realized. and there's value in that, I think. because sometimes it can show you that a problem you thought was in one place was actually in another place altogether. if something you think of as being boring, mundane, dull and exhausting becomes something you are willing and able to spend a lot of time and energy on, and get enjoyment out of, when it is framed in a different way--it may follow that the problem was not, as you thought, with the thing itself. the problem was in the obstacles around it.

of course, that's not always the case. the act of doing something in a game is often so thoroughly divorced from any semblance of doing it in real life that enjoying one has no bearing on enjoying the other. we play lots of games centered around doing things that most of us would never have any desire to do in real life. but sometimes it can lead you to discover that you enjoy things you didn't think you enjoyed, or are capable of doing things you didn't think you could do.

if nothing else, I think every single Animal Crossing island currently being developed, being visited, being joyfully and proudly shared online is evidence in the case against the idea that people fundamentally don't want to work and won't work if they don't have to. as is every painstakingly constructed Minecraft world, every Stardew Valley farm, every virtual city intricately planned, every virtual business budget carefully managed, every kingdom saved and map fully explored and character fully leveled and kitted out. because you don't do those things without putting time and concentration and effort into it. you just can't. it's not possible.

I think video games have a lot to tell us: about obstacles, and about effort, and about ourselves. some obstacles are incontrovertible, certainly. there are things built into the world which we can circumvent in video games but cannot, with all the best will in the world, change in our real lives. some things are always going to be more appealing virtually. my difficulties with gardening, for example, are always going to exist in some fashion because I cannot change the nature of how plants work. but knowing that something is an obstacle for you, and identifying why it is, can go a long way toward helping you figure out how to navigate around that obstacle, even if you can't remove it.

and sometimes when you realize that something is an obstacle, you realize that it doesn't need to be. that doesn't always translate to being able to do anything about it, of course. I doubt anyone needed Animal Crossing to tell them that home loans would be easier to repay without interest, and yet here we are. but I think there are a lot of things which we just sort of assume have to be difficult and boring and tiring and just thoroughly unenjoyable, because it is simply the nature of that thing, or the nature of us as people. nothing to do about it, just the way the world works.

sometimes that may be true. but surely not always.

I don't know.

but I will tell you this: by god, be proud of your virtual gardens.

they have worth.

#nonfiction #monday thing #monday thing may eighteenth

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maliby · 5 years

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The Panty Bash (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Story Genre: smut, college!au

Warnings in this chapter: explicit language, choking, spanking, sex

Word count: 5.5K

a/n: this fic was inspired by the movie ‘American Pie Presents: The Naked Mile’. And I also wanna give a huge thank you to my friend @def-initely-soul for giving me the mask idea (I put in a cameo just for you bitch <3).

‘The Panty Bash’ is the biggest college party of the year where anything possible can happen. There’s just one simple rule: you can only wear your panties, nothing else.

Each year one sorority house and one fraternity house would be picked randomly and join forces to make the most memorable ‘Panty Bash’ ever. This year it was up to your sorority, Upsilon Sigma Ni, and Beta Tau Sigma’s fraternity to host and you could say you had never been so excited for something in your life.

‘The Panty Bash’ was the perfect opportunity for every college student to just let go of all inhibitions and stress from exams and have fun. Some people are against it, saying that it’s just an excuse for guys to look at girls tits, but you would argue that the more people try to hide female breasts the more stigma is created around them. If guys can show their tiddies why can’t girls? You just say let it all out.

You could even argue that ‘The Panty Bash’ really should just be ‘The Naked Bash’ and get it over with but you weren’t the one to mess with an old tradition like this one. Plus, it’s good to keep something hidden right? It makes it more interesting, you think.

It was on the precise topic of keeping something hidden that you had a shining light bulb moment while planning for the party.

“You want people to wear masks to bash?” Namjoon, one of the brothers of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity and your very good friend asked.

“Yes joonie, think about it. It would be freaking epic! Like, imagine all the people that want to go to the bash but don’t because they are too shy.”

“I don’t think that a simple mask around their eyes would help with the shyness.” There he was, questioning every little thing there was. You knew he was just trying to analyze everything so that it’s the best option possible for the party, but god sometimes you just wished he’d shut up and take it as it was.

“I don’t remember you being such a buzzkill on the night we met.”

You knew you had poked a nerve and that’s exactly what you meant. You two had met on last years bash, and you had such a strong connection that he fucked you from behind in the middle of the dance floor in front of everybody. Of course everyone was too drunk or too involved in their make-out sessions to even fucking notice but still.

After that you got to know each other better and just naturally decided that you were better off as friends, him quickly becoming one of your best friends.

“Funny, I don’t remember you having such a big mouth when I fucked you from behind. Must have been my hand around your neck.”

“Shut up!” You threw him one of the pillows from the sofa you were sitting on, hitting him right in the face.

“Someone got shy now?” He joked as he threw the pillow back at you. “Try wearing a mask, maybe that will help.”

“You know, this is why I never fucked you again, you’re such a pain in the ass!” This time you got up and bluntly attacked him repeatedly with the pillow.

“What did he do this time Y/N?” You recognized the voice as Jungkook’s, one of Namjoon’s fraternity brothers who was also your friend.

“He opened his mouth, as usual.” Thinking you had attacked him enough you calmly went back to your place on the sofa and put the pillow back in its place.

“Damn bro, you should know better than talk bad to Y/N. Death by pillow doesn’t look good on anyone’s grave.” He sat right next to you, a big smile on his cute little handsome face.

“I know how to handle her.” Namjoon winked at you, making you want to throw the pillow back at him but then deciding that he’d gotten what he deserved already.

“Hey Kookie, what do you think about making people wear masks in this year’s bash?” You just knew that he would agree with you because he’s always very excited with new ideas, and you knew he just wouldn’t refuse this one.

“Oh my god, that’s such a good idea! I love it!” He started jumping up and down on the sofa, his cute little bunny teeth exposed by his big smile.

“See I told you joonie! It’s an amazing idea!”

“But I never said it was a bad idea Y/N. I just said that I don’t think a mask would help with the shyness.” He retorted.

“Wait, that’s what you guys were fighting about?” Kookie asked.

“Nevermind that now, what matters is that this is gonna be amazing. Who doesn’t love a little mystery?” You clapped your hands in excitement.

“With a face like that one can see why you’re so excited to put a mask over it. Maybe you’ll get laid for once.” Namjoon joked once again, making your temper rise once more.

“Kim Namjoon I swear to god I’m gonna chop off that poor excuse for a dick and feed it to your fraternity brothers.” You threw him a menacing look.

“Y/N please don’t do that, we already eat enough garbage food.” Jungkook joked, making you laugh so loud you started coughing.

“Jungkook, is that any way to talk about your brother?” Namjoon asked.

“I’m sorry bro, but I’ll always take the pretty lady’s side.” He winked at you, affecting you more than it should have.

Namjoon was right, you needed to get laid and desperately otherwise, you were afraid you were gonna start humping everything like a wild animal in heat. Even your vibrator you had named Brandon wasn’t enough to keep you satisfied anymore - you needed the real deal and fast.

“Traitor,” Namjoon mumbled.

“So…” you continued wanting to get back to the planning of the bash, “where should we host? I talked to my sorority sisters and they suggested our house.”

“Y/N, no offence but your sorority is kind of small. I think it’s best if we did it here in the fraternity.” Namjoon suggested.

Beta Tau Sigma was one of the biggest fraternities around. They got a lot of money due to this little band they put together which they obviously called ‘BTS’. All the girls on campus were starting to go crazy for them and could practically throw their wallets at them. Needless to say that everything they organized was always jam-packed, so you had no doubt the bash would be a major hit.

“Yeah, plus we have that jacuzzi upstairs, people would wanna come just for that. Who doesn’t want to do it in a jacuzzi?” Jungkook added, a devilish smile on his face.

“If you guys don’t mind, that’s fine by me.”

“Not at all. Now we just need to take care of the rest.” Namjoon said.

“Alright. I say you guys take care of alcohol and music, we’ll take care of special activities and decor.”

“What do you mean special activities?” Jungkook asked.

“Just some games to keep the crowd going.” You smirked, already envisioning everything in your mind.

“Games? We’re not twelve Y/N.” Namjoon said, ever so doubtful of all the ideas.

“Well, good thing these games aren’t appropriate for kids then.” You wiggled your eyebrows up and down as you smirked at your friends.

“Ohhh, what are you thinking of you naughty girl?” Kookie asked, your proposal had piqued his interest.

“I’ll tell you guys later. For now, I have to leave, I have a meeting with my sorority sisters about the party.” You got up from the sofa and kissed both boys on the cheek before you made your way to the front door. “Bye bitches.”

“Bye Y/N.” Was the last thing you heard before you closed the door.

The day of the bash came and everything looked better than you could ever have imagined. You and the girls decorated everything with fairy lights: walls, ceilings, doors, windows, bushes, everything. You even went as far as to write ‘Panty Bash’ in big letters on a wall using just the lights. Namjoon was against the idea at first, because of course he would be, but even he was awestruck once he saw the final result; the lights made everything look more mystical, which would go perfectly with the masked theme you had going on.

You had big bowls filled with condoms in every room with a big luminous arrow pointing at it so it was easy to find. You even had tiny sample sized lube bottles given out at the entry, not only just for sexual purposes but because some people liked to grease up their bodies so they could show them off. Truth is ‘The Panty Bash’ was a party which, due to the circumstances, involved a lot of sex, so you wanted to at least give everyone good conditions to have an amazing night.

You decided you wanted to look the best you’ve ever looked, not just because you were one of the hosts but because you desperately needed to get some and you’d be damned if you couldn’t get a dick inside you tonight.

You went all out in preparation for the event: you went to the gym nonstop for a week, got a wax, put on some fake tan and went out to buy a simple golden mask and some black lace panties with straps that crisscrossed around your hips and hugged your ass cheeks making them stand out.

There were 4 hours left for the bash to start when you started to get ready. You took a nice bubble bath filled with salts and essential oils and then took care of your hair and makeup. The makeup was simple since you were going to wear a mask, so you just did a winged liner and put on some fake lashes; as for your hair you decided that you just wanted to do some loose waves around your face, laziness getting the best of you at this point.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you noticed that something was missing, so you decided to look through your jewellery box and found exactly what your look was missing - a golden body chain. This was it. If you didn’t get laid tonight then you’d give up on boys and marry your vibrator, Brandon.

“Wooow! Ladies hold tight to your boyfriends! Are you planning to give half of the bash a heart attack girl?” Your sorority sister and roommate Maria said as she left the bathroom, she too all ready for the bash.

“Not really, I want the guy to be conscious and willing.” You said as you put on your long coat.

��Wait, wait, wait. What guy? Is there something you’re not telling me you hoe?” She said as she sprayed herself with her Chanel perfume.

“I don’t know, any guy. I’m kind of desperate right now.”

“You know if you’re that desperate you could always go for Namjoon. I can guarantee you he’d be more than willing to help you out.” She said teasingly as she knew very well that sex between you and Namjoon had been just a one-time thing.

“No way in hell. Not that he isn’t good dick, which believe me he so is, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship and I’m sure he feels the same.”

“Well, then maybe he’ll help me out,” she winked at you as she put her tongue out. “Well, are you ready to go? The best bash ever is waiting for us.”

“Let’s go ruin them.”

You two wanted to be one of the first people there, just to make sure that everything was good to go, so naturally, when you arrived at the fraternity the place was almost empty, only the Beta Tau Sigma brothers present.

After making your way inside the house you spotted Namjoon pouring himself a drink, already in his black Calvin Klein trunks and a black mask in his hand ready to be put on.

“Damn joonie, bringing out the old CK huh? Ready to make them bitches drool.” You teased, knowing damn well that you and your friend were two of those bitches.

“Wow, you’re early.”

“Ah well you know, we just wanted to make sure everything was good to go.” Your eyes scanned the room just to make sure that everything was alright.

“Everything was fine, right until I saw you two.” He said with a judging look on his face.

“What do you mean?” Asked Maria, a confused expression all over your faces.

“Well, you two are breaking the only rule of the bash, you are wearing huge ass coats.” He pointed at your offensive pieces of clothing as if he was ready to burn them.

“Ahh that. We just didn’t want to leave them in the hangers. I was wondering if you’ll let us put them in your room?”

“Oh sure, give them to me and go pour yourselves a drink.” And just like that judging Namjoon was gone giving way to happy and kind Namjoon.

You started to unbutton your red coat, but as soon as you started to slide it off your arms and exposing your body you heard Namjoon’s cup hit the floor.

“Shi-” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong joonie?” You smirked; this was exactly the type of reaction you were looking for tonight.

“N-nothing. You just look...wow. Both of you.” He was nervous. You could tell because he always started to scratch his head when he was like this.

“Thank you.” Both you and your roommate answered. “You better get your shit together though, you don’t want to receive your guests with a big wet spot on your CK’s.” You added.

“Shut up. Give me those.” He grabbed both your jackets in an attempt to change the subject. “I’ll go put these in my room, make yourselves at home. There are jello shots in the kitchen.”

“You better beat that meat off before you come back down otherwise you won’t be able to handle the night. Just don’t cum on my coat or you already know what’s on the menu for your frat bros.” You screamed before he could get out of view.

“Fuck you!” He yelled back.

“Sorry, once was enough. I’m not gonna let you touch me again.”

Namjoon sighed in defeat, his middle finger being the last thing you saw before he disappeared with your coats.

“I’m gonna hit the jello shots, wanna join me?” Maria asked nonchalantly, the bickering between you and Namjoon being nothing but a normal day for her.

“Sure, let’s get this party started!”

As the night progressed you feared that this year's bash was gonna be stained in your mind forever. One guy started dancing with you, grinding and shit, but as soon as you two started to make out this girl came out of nowhere and started causing a whole scene and calling him a bastard and a cheater (needless to say you got out of there as soon as possible); then, if that wasn’t enough, this other guy was flirting with you when out of nowhere he threw up right next to your right foot.

After all those tragic events you decided that you definitely weren’t drunk enough to be able to handle this, so you made your way to the kitchen to drown yourself in shots. There weren’t many people in there which was perfect because it allowed you to kind of take a mental break from all the events in peace. It wasn’t until you were in your fourth shot that your luck seemed about ready to change.

“Tell me how a pretty lady like you doesn’t have a guy glued to her at all times? ‘Cause I find that extremely hard to believe.” His voice reached you like sweet honey luring you to his trap, and what a fucking trap; those pink swollen lips alone make your knees week, nevermind those abs and that ribcage ‘nevermind’ tattoo.

“Pretty? You can’t even see my whole face with this mask.” You said as you downed another vodka shot, the burn on your throat matching the burn in your pussy.

“That’s true, but if the face is as beautiful as the package then I’m in fucking trouble.”

Heat. Heat was all you were feeling. Like he was a big ass torch, burning you up until you were nothing but just fucking goo at his feet.

“You’re in trouble? What does that make of me with such a handsome smooth talker like you in front of me?”

“Oh…” he bit his lip and made his way closer to you, his hand clearing the way to your ear by trapping your hair behind it, “you are definitely in trouble.”

“Let that be a warning that I’ll ignore.”

He smirked and you were sure he could be sin in the form of a human being. “Want to go dance?”

Goodbye Brandon.

“Sure.”

He grabbed you by your hand and led you to the middle of the big mass of sweaty bodies grinding against each other, really just waiting for an opportunity to fuck each other's brains out.

One thing you had to give props to the frat guys: the music was fucking awesome. It was like it had a pull on every single person at the bash - it certainly had a pull on you and your hot masked pair. In no time your bodies were glued together, his right behind yours providing you with all the delicious friction you were searching for.

His hands travelled all over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. His sweet lips sucked on your neck making you wish he was sucking something else entirely. He was starting to get excited, you could feel him poking you at your ass; his hands becoming more and more daring, caressing your breasts and pinching your nipples.

“Fuck, I want you so bad.” The masked hunk said to you, his voice trembling with excitement.

You didn’t even answer him, you turned around and started kissing his juicy lips. His naughty hands started wondering once again only to find their place at your butt; the way he was touching you like you were his and nobody else’s made you moan into the kiss and slip your tongue inside his mouth.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” He asked after a few minutes of your wild makeout session.

“Yes please.”

He grabbed your hand to guide you to the staircase, but you weren’t even halfway through the crowd when you were intercepted by your friend Maria. “Y/N! There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! The game is about to start, we need you.”

“Fuck.” You were so horny that you totally forgot you had to conduct the game you had prepared. “Hey, can you wait just 5 minutes? I have to conduct this game, it’ll be quick I promise.” You pleaded to your hookup, hoping he would stay and wait for you.

“Sure, I can wait a few more minutes.”

“Thanks.” You kissed him once more as a thank you but it didn’t take long for you to slip back into that sex trance you were in just moments before.

“Ahem, I’m really sorry you horny kids but I really do need her right now.” Maria insisted, and even though you understood her urgency you could almost smack her on the head for delaying your sweet deserved orgasms.

“Of course, I’m sorry. Let’s go.” You and the masked hottie followed Maria to the middle of the kitchen where the big kitchen table was all ready with everything necessary for the game.

The rules to participate were simple, you needed two people: a guy and another guy or girl (depending on your sexual preference); first, one guy would need to be laying on the table and the other player would have to get him hard, then the second player needed to drink a shot to gain a sort of coloured hoop that would then be placed on the first player’s dick. There are 5 hoops and they become smaller and smaller each time so that at the end you end up with a dick pyramid; the team that finishes first wins a key to the special room you prepared with the jacuzzi.

You were so proud of this idea when you first presented it to Namjoon, but now you wish you had never come up with it. You could be on your way to having great sex but instead, you had to conduct a game so some random ass couple could gain the opportunity to hook up in a fucking jacuzzi - lucky bastards.

“So who are the contestants?” You asked your friend Maria.

“It’s Jungkook and a chick named Patricia, Hoseok and Yoongi, and me and Namjoon.” You were shocked at the information your roomie just gave you. You knew they found each other cute, but it was all so casual that you never thought they’d actually hookup.

“Hold up. You and Namjoon you hoe?! Oh my god!” You hugged her, feeling genuinely happy for her.

“Yes! He came to save me from a drunk guy and we just started talking and dancing and you know...he was the one who suggested we play the game actually.”

“Joonie, that fucking show off.” You joked off, still in shock with the events of the night. That’s the bash for ya. “Okay let’s do this, I have a hot guy waiting for me.”

The game wasn’t over in 5 minutes like you had promised your masked hunk (turns out it’s hard for some people to get hard with so many people watching), but after a very tight race your friend Maria pulled through and finished the dick pyramid first. You announced the winners and handed them the key, quickly making your way to Mr. sex on two legs.

“I’m so sorry, I thought it would take less time than what it actually took.” You kissed him once more, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours.

“No, it’s okay. You had your own duties.” He smiled at you and you could almost feel your legs giving out. How could someone be so fucking perfect? And most importantly, where the fuck has he been hiding?

“Ah yes, the very important duty of giving other people the key to a room with a jacuzzi they can fuck in.”

“I do wish you could have stolen that key away so I can make you scream in that jacuzzi, but I guess the old fashioned bed is alright too.” You couldn’t take this anymore, either you’d have him in the next couple of minutes or you were going to fucking explode.

“Fuck. Just...wait here. I’ll see what I can do.” You weren’t thinking straight anymore, it was like he was hypnotizing you. He had put that idea in your head and now all you wanted to do was to fuck his brains out in that jacuzzi, so you made your way to your friend Maria and just hoped for the best.

“Maria, don’t hate me but can I please have that key? Mr. sex on legs is talking about making me scream on that jacuzzi and I just...fuck. I need that key, pretty please?” You batted your eyelashes at her wishing that she would give in.

“What? Are you crazy? Girl, I love you but there’s no way I’m giving you this key. That jacuzzi is mine, I won it fair and square!”

“Okay, I didn’t want to have to do this but remember your birthday party last year?”

“Fuck.” Realization appeared all over her face as she remembered the events of her last birthday.

“That’s right, you had me go take your drunk ass brother home when I was hitting it off with Jaehyun.”

“It wasn’t that bad.” She defended.

“It wasn’t that bad?! Maria, your brother went to piss in the bushes and actually turned around and pissed all over me.”

“Fine! You win! Here’s the key. Go have amazing sex.” She handed the key to you with a bumped out expression, crossing her arms like a little kid.

“Thank you, I love you.” You gave her a kiss on the cheek to make her feel better and quickly made your way back to your fling.

You and the guy practically ran to the room, making a quick stop by a condom bowl to grab some. As soon as you entered the room you wasted no time, you started making out once more, this time even harder than before. In no time the only piece of clothing on your bodies was sliding down both your legs freeing both your very needy genitals.

You went to remove your mask but he grabbed your arm to stop you. “No, keep it on. The mystery makes this even hotter.”

He was a kinky one, you could tell - you were in for a good time.

“Let’s make use of the price we stole then.” You said, wanting nothing more than just have him in there.

He grabbed your hand and led you to the jacuzzi almost like a pied piper. You were the first one to enter, the warm water feeling almost cold in comparison to your burning skin. When he entered the water and sat right next to you though, a nervous feeling spread all over your body.

“I must confess something,” he was trying to ease your sudden nerves by talking, and you were glad for that, “I’ve been observing you all night.”

“Really?” How could a guy like him been watching you all night and you didn’t even notice? Why did you have to be so freaking clueless all the time?

“Yes. Once I saw you I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I made my way to come and talk to you but you were always busy.” He mentioned in reference to the various failed attempts at getting laid you had tonight, but now that you looked back you’re so fucking glad they were all a bust.

“You could have come and talked to me. That would have saved me having to watch that guy puke at my feet.” You joked, your nerves dissipating a bit.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” His laugh was like a ray of sunshine, and it just made you wonder why the fuck was he so fucking perfect? Maybe he’s a serial killer, you though; there’s got to be something wrong with him.

“But hey, if I had come and talked to you sooner I wouldn’t have you all to myself in this jacuzzi,” he was dangerously close, his lips ready to attack, “and there’s so fucking much I want to do to you in here.”

Suddenly the mood was hot again, and the expectation in you was growing at a rapid pace. “Then do it.”

Your voice was like a command for him to shoot, and oh boy did he shoot you down; his lips were devouring you alive like he was a starved man, his hands were grabbing your thigh and pulling you to straddle him. The way your cunt was pressing down on his hard cock was making you feel so good that you could cum on the spot; it had been so long since you had experienced the real thing that you had almost forgotten how good this felt.

“Get on your knees here.” He looked to the spot right next to him where you were sitting previously showing you exactly where he wanted you to place yourself.

His tone was needy and demanding, and needless to say you quickly obeyed like a well-trained bitch. He got behind you and placed his hands on your hips, guiding your body so that the water jet would hit your clit just right. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“That’s right baby, let me hear your sweet voice.”

He quickly reached to a table near the jacuzzi where you had left condoms and lube for the winners of the game and squirted some lube to his fingers. He then started sucking on your neck while the hand that was lubricated travelled south and started playing with your pussy lips before his finger penetrated your tiny hole.

“Oh shit baby, yeah just like that.” The pressure of the water combined with his skilful fingers were making you reach your limit faster than ever before, but you didn’t give a fuck.

“Cum all over my fingers baby.” He didn’t even have to say it, almost as soon as he finished his sentence you were already cumming, his free hand securing you tight to his body.

“Hmm daddy...yes.” You screamed, not even realizing the words you were letting spill out of your mouth.

“Daddy huh?” He waited for you to regain all forms of consciousness before he talked, he wanted to be damn sure you knew exactly what you had called him.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” You couldn’t finish your sentence for his hand was quickly wrapped around your neck, restraining your speech.

“Don’t you dare say you didn’t mean it baby. I’m your daddy and all of your orgasms belong to me, understand? This pussy…” his fingers started toying with your clit, making you flinch due to overstimulation, “...belongs to me.”

It looked like you had just triggered his dark side, but you didn’t care. You’d take it all if he was willing to give it to you, you just really wanted him at this point. Could your lack of real sexual activity have turned you insane? How could it be that you wanted him so fucking much even though you didn’t even know his name? Was he that powerful or were you just that weak? You didn’t know and you didn’t care in all honesty, all you knew was that at this point if he wanted it, he’d get it. “Yes daddy.”

“Bend over.” He gave another command which you, once again, obeyed with no questions asked.

Anticipation was building as he put the condom on and squirted some more lube on his hand so he could spread it all over his dick. He fully grabbed your ass so he could position himself and slowly entered you until he was completely buried inside you. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

You couldn’t even say anything, all you could do was moan in response. His dick filled you so good that you could cum just like that, no single movement required. But once he started moving your whole body was shook, your eyes seeing stars.

“What a fucking view you’re giving me, look at that fucking ass.” Spank. “So fucking juicy.” Spank. “Makes me want to see what it looks like all rosy and nice just for me.” Spank. Spank. Spank.

“Oh yes daddy.” Nobody had spanked you before in your life, but he’d just made you realize that it was something that turned you on, a lot. He was making you uncover all these hidden fantasies you didn’t even know you had and for that alone, he was already the best sex you ever had in your life.

He was pounding into you right now, water splashing everywhere. “Are you going to cum baby?” Spank. “Are you gonna squeeze that cunt real tight for daddy?” Spank.

“Oh fuck yes.” You were almost there, you could feel it building inside you, that sweet release.

“Then cum.”

You came for the second time tonight, your pussy clutching really tight around his dick like a snake constricting its prey, only you were his prey. You had been his prey since the very beginning of the night: he watched you from afar like a good predator would, and then seduced you with sweet talk and dangerous moves until he finally pulled out his claws and completely destroyed you. And now he was pulling off the condom and cumming all over your red ass cheeks, marking you as his.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” You said as you sat back down in the jacuzzi, his seed being washed away.

“I agree.” His sweet and radiating smile was back on his face making you almost melt away. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“This is a little embarrassing but, I don’t even know your name.” Suddenly he was nervous, the confident guy from before long gone.

Your shyness returned in full force. It was indeed a little embarrassing that you didn’t even know each other's names, but could you blame yourselves? You were so fucking attracted to each other that you didn’t even want to lose time with something as trivial as that.

“I’m Y/N.” Your eyes locked with his, something new and exciting coming through to both of you. “And you?”

“I’m Jimin.”

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Remember that Time I said I would Show You that mock trope page I made?

Here it is.

IT’S ALL FOR FUN! And I do include references to actual RP’s, so you might find yourself in here lol!

Might as well post it here too for mobile purposes.

Kallion:

A Saiyan time patroller from Planet Vegeta.

Action Survivor: Just barely survived Planet Vegeta’s destruction due to being marooned on another planet.

Survivors Guilt: Big time, though she tends to play it off, if not outright denying that she has it. Kallion has…issues about the circumstances of her survival.

Innocent Blue Eyes: Compared to the more common dark eyes of other Saiyans, emphasizing her gentle nature.

Fish Out Of Temporal Water: Was born several years before Planet Vegeta’s destruction, but is now living in Conton City nearly a century later. Though she’s happy now, her early days at the time patrol made for a difficult adjustment.

Brooding Boy, Gentle Girl: Gentle girl to Giblet’s Brooding Boy.

Involuntary Shapeshifting: As any Saiyan who still has their tail, one look at the full moon will have her turning into a Great Ape in no time.

My Species Doth Protest Too Much: Downplayed, and largely averted. Kallion points out that while she was always far more gentle than what was typically expected of Saiyans, and she lacked that ruthless killer instinct, she is still a battle-crazed idiot. On the other hand, she theorizes that her experiences weren’t all that unique to begin with. I.e: Gine and Tarble.

All Girls Want Bad Boys: Between Giblet and, yes, technically Trunks as well, Kallion seems to have a type. The real kicker is that she doesn’t escape this platonically either– Bardock is a hell of a father figure to have. She even lampshades this herself; “How come I only ever get attached to emotionally constipated men?”

Scars are Forever: A prominent one on her left cheek. It’s unknown exactly what the circumstances were, but she assumed she got it while a Great Ape. Countless others are scattered all over her body as well.

Intergenerational Friendship: With Bardock, her mentor. He also happened to be her father’s best friend.

Proud Warrior Race Guy: Saiyan!

Sole Survivor: Of her crew, who left her behind and returned to planet Vegeta on Frieza’s orders. Needless to say, she was lucky to be abandoned.

Tyke Bomb: Typical of most Saiyan children.

Golden Super Power Mode: Super Saiyan, naturally

Did You Just Punch Out Cthulhu?: It’s in the job description.

Dating Catwoman: Her and Giblet.

Action Mom: In the future, having kids doesn’t slow her down at all.

Mama Bear: Becomes fiercely protective of her baby boy Keel, a trait which only continues to grow in the future.

All-Loving Hero: Willing to give most people and creatures alike the benefit of the doubt….save for Frieza, Mira, Cell, Towa…obvious villains aside. Also loves animals.

Bad Powers, Good People: Being a Saiyan, she has a natural unlimited potential for battle and power. Along with the added layer of being able to turn into a vicious giant ape. Yet, she’s kind and mellow.

She’s Got Legs: Muscular and flexible.

Nice Girl: In spite of being a full blooded Saiyan of the PTO age, she’s kind hearted and easy going. Kallion, in general, has a difficult time hurting people unless pushed. Granted, she can be surprisingly short tempered.

The Apprentice: To Chronoa, as well as Bardock, and eventually Shallot.

Archenemy: Considers hers to be Towa, Frieza, and Suuja.

Badass Adorable: 5ft of Saiyan rage.

Bare Your Midriff: Typically in her casual attire.

Berserk Button: Good hearted as she may be, Kallion is still a short tempered Saiyan. What gets her is usually picking at her insecurities, insulting Chronoa or Trunks, making even the slightest threat toward her children, or dragging innocent people into conflicts.

Big Eater: Saiyan!

Blood Knight: Again, Saiyan!

Came Back Strong: As with every Saiyan, coming back from the brink of death brings with it a hefty power-up known as a zenkai boost.

11th-Hour Ranger: Her job as an elite time patroller.

Glass Cannon

Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: Being all of 5ft, she’s this standing next to most of the men she knows. Special mention goes to Arugla, Taeta, Scaro, Giblet, Bardock, Trunks…

Lightning Bruiser: Speed is her greatest advantage due to her size.

Platonic Life-Partners: With Arugla, Taeta, Scaro, and debatably Trunks.

UST: With Trunks. There’s an obvious attraction, and she trusts him more than anyone.

Slap Slap Kiss: However, her and Giblet….

Opposites Attract: Her and Giblet again.

Slasher Smile: Often right before a fight.

Tranquil Fury: The first time she went Super Saiyan.

Token Good Teammate: Didn’t end well…kind of.

Took a Level in Badass: Gained a significant amount of confidence during her time in Conton City.

Wild Child: From age 6 to 12, after being marooned on a swampy planet by her old crew. When it became obvious that no one else was left to come get her, she fended for herself.

Blue is Heroic: Blue eyes, blue clothing, blue armor…

Defends Against Their Own Kind: Technically, whenever she’s fighting against a rogue saiyan in history.

Determinator: Can get to wonderfully self destructive levels.

Pregnant Badass: Hell, she’s confused as to why she’s apparently supposed to stop fighting after finding out she’s pregnant with Keel.

Socially Awkward Hero: Spending your formative years as a feral child will do that to a girl.

Idiot Hero: Socially awkward, romantically oblivious, no sense of self preservation? Yeah.

Nice Job Fixing It, Villain: So, your crew abandons you to die. Then THEY end up dying, you live and get stronger, and end of recruited by an elite time force where you get to work with the greatest heroes in history. Thanks, old crew!

Recruited From The Gutter: Found as a wild 12 year old girl living on a backwater planet with little intelligent life besides herself.

Undying Loyalty/I Owe You My Life: To Chronoa, Trunks, and the Time Patrol. Kallion is incredibly grateful for the second chance they gave her.

Wacky Parent, Serious Child: The wacky parent to the much more serious minded Keel.

Because You Were Nice To Me: What sparks Giblet’s attraction to her, along with the fact that she was never afraid of him. This trope is also the initial reason for her crush on Trunks.

Villainous Crush: Again, Giblet.

First Kiss: Giblet again!

Friend to All Children: Even before having her own, she had a soft spot for children and got along with them well.

Child From the Future: Keel, her equivalent of the Toki Toki City/XV1 Hero. Not that she initially knows.

Back-To-Back Badass: With Arugla, Taeta, and Trunks typically.

Desperately Craves Affection: Downplayed, but still there.

The Power of Friendship: Comes with the territory

Remember That You Trust Me

All Of The Other Reindeer

Motor Mouth: Usually when she’s nervous or meeting someone new.

Lady of War: It’s in the blood, after all.

Four-Temperament Ensemble: Sanguine

Beware the Nice Ones

Like A Daughter To Me: Bardock refers to her like this almost word for word.

Freudian Trio: The Id

Innocent Fanservice Girl: Has no qualms with people seeing her naked, and doesn’t understand why others would be offended by her being nude in her own home or bathroom.

Attack! Attack! Attack!

Wide-Eyed Idealist: To a point.

Too Hungry To Be Polite

Stupid Good: Hooooooo boy.

The Pollyanna

Paralyzing Fear of Sexuality: Due to growing up alone, her knowledge of sex and things related to it is slim to none. As a result, actually experiencing those feelings causes her to momentarily freeze and panic. She gets better.

Oblivious to Love: Related to the above. Romantic gestures tend to fly over her head unless it’s spelled out.

Insecure Love Interest: Which directly feeds into the above two examples.

Battle Aura: Yellow or purple.

Strong Family Resemblance: Her mother’s spitting image. In teen Keel’s timeline, she has a daughter of her own who looks just like her as well.

Stepford Smiler: Type 1: “The character seems to be happy, cheerful, is always smiling, and seems to live a perfect life - but inside they are melancholic, if not outright depressed.”

Sink-or-Swim Mentor: Bardock, who has no problem beating her into the dirt during their very first training session.

Verbal Tic: Has a habit of ending sentences with “yeah?” and “ya know?”, as well as starting with common sentence fillers like “well,” or “uh”. Ya know?

Obfuscating Stupidity: Kallion is a weird case. While she’s uneducated and misses innuendo, she can be very intuitive. There’s also her habit of dodging uncomfortable questions by acting like she doesn’t understand. To quote Mariko; “Sometimes I wonder if you play dumb, or…”

Did you think I can’t feel?: Rips into Giblet with this almost word for word after he still accuses her of using and manipulating him for the Time Patrol.

Dead Guy Junior: Not her, but her son is named for the only member of her crew who was kind to her– and died as a result.

Book Dumb: She is very much uneducated, due to her circumstances. Learning to read was never a priority until she was 12.

Red Oni, Blue Oni: The red to Android 22's blue, but the blue to Mariko's red.

(To be added on continually whenever I think of another or as I see fit! FOR FUN!)

#ooc #tropes page #tropes mobile #It's not in alphabetical order because I literally write these on the fly #dsjghfkd like it comes to mind and just bop #Why no I don't have shame thanks for asking

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kaziklubaby · 5 years

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Charles Smith x Fem!reader

Title: Let love conquer your mind, Warrior.

Chapter 2/?

[Chp 1] [Chp 3]

Words: 1.8k

Pairings: Charles Smith x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none. (?)

Summary:

Moon river, wider than a mile

I'm crossing you in style some day

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker

Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

(Moon River)

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Somethings are hard to forget. Hard to forgive. Even when you dreamed at night, your dreams were troubled often. A face always came to your mind, and it wasn’t the one you wanted. The pain was real, as if it was happening again for the first time, and you were unable to escape your demise.

You lost your balance for a short while, it felt strange, someone was shaking you out of your nightmare. You whined, so tired.

-You was having a bad dream. – a familiar voice said.

You tried to focus on him. On his voice. It felt like an anchor, a stair and a door to flee from yourself. Morning had just broken like a fever, but was not enough to make you forget.

-You was shaking, what was it?

-Bad. – you said. Shivers still ran down your spine. You were still close to him, had slept against his shoulder, and slowly you allowed yourself to relax again, taking deep breaths. It was strange to feel safe beside a man when you knew better, but you were defeated by him a long time ago, that type of feeling that surrendered everything in you, even your demons. His hand slowly caressed your arm, so lightly that you could almost feel it.

- Wanna talk about it?

-You know how you never asked me why I lived alone?

- Yeah, I suppose it was something too personal to be asked about.

- I was... hiding – watching his gaze turn from confusion to apprehension, you continued – It’s been so long, and I know it cannot actually harm me right now, but... I still see it when I close my eyes.

None of you said a word for a while, however, that didn’t seem to disturb the conclusion, for there was much understanding in the absence of words. You could remember Uncle in your thoughts saying how Charles was dumb, that silly old man was never more wrong. The man next to you was wise in many ways.

-Who did this to you? – he asked.

- Charles... let’s hunt – you said, trying to get hold of yourself, your voice faded, weak, that wound wasn't meant to be open again. It scared you to bring the subject to light, better leave it to the long nights where you could still hide. You stood and looked around, expecting to see a deer or any animal to distance yourself from your past.

- When you decide to talk, I’ll hear you. – he said getting up as well.

Last night you said that he was “amazing”.

You heard that word once and thought it was so good and fancy, only used to describe something impressive.

But it was not exactly a love confession, or was it? You didn’t know how things worked. You tried to remember what he had said – “you make sense to me”.

What’s that supposed to mean? At night everything made sense, but when daylight came, things become... confuse? Or was your anxiety that made everything so difficult? But now it was late to ask questions, you guessed.

- We should push just a little further, then return to camp – Charles said, as he put out the fire – Otherwise, they’ll become worried.

- It’s not like they would miss us, anyway – you said, while putting your sleeping bag on the horse.

- I guess that's what groups are for, to look out for each other so no one gets to be left behind. You just ain't adjusted to it yet – he said – C’mon, let’s track us some deer.

-Or any edible thing that won’t try to kill us. – you said.

Charles laughed lightly, more a breath of air than a real laugh.

- If it can bite, we can eat – he said, amused.

It didn't take long for us to find a clear track, some fur, and feces, we were in the right way.

-See... two of them. – said Charles.

-This will feed the camp for some time. – you said.

-It’s fresh, they must be close. We should go on foot. – Charles said, taking his bow and arrow.

You two walked towards the pray, following their tracks close. Again, the feeling overwhelmed you, something about how close you were. You stayed a little behind, so you could look at him as well, and this time your feelings were not so sad or hungry as before, for that moment you admired him, and how the sunlight in the horizon made a crown above his head.

A crown of sunbeams.

You smiled. Your admiration for Charles was so pure, almost childish due to its naivety. He looked at you and caught you in the middle of your thoughts.

- You have a beautiful smile, do you know that? – he said.

You felt all your body burn, almost like when you were too young for such things as love. Ashamed, you could only try to make up the words.

- It’s not what you think, it’s... it’s the cold, that’s all. – why bother lying? You thought to yourself, you felt so stupid.

- Hey... look at that... – he turned, and stretched his bow. With a clean shot, the deer was down – there’s another one. Quick, wanna take it? You didn’t answer. The deer looked at you, wondering the danger, and in that brief moment you did the same movement he did before you, and the animal was equally down.

- Better skin them at camp, we could use all their parts. – you said.

- I’ll bring the horses. – Charles left you alone.

You approached the dead animals. They looked like some kind of morbid poetry in the blood-soaked ground, in the way the day remained the same, even after death. It made you feel so small. That was the problem with humans, they thought they were a big deal, but the world just keeps going the same even after the end. As the moment passed, you saw the light extinguish from their eyes, as they left the flesh and bone, and deep down, you almost went with them.

- Y/N? – he called.

-Yes..? – you answered.

-You was a little lost there. – he said.

-Oh.. yeah. – you said.

Charles looked concerned and began bending to get one deer at the time.

- Let me help you. – you said – I will carry one too.

- Ain’t that too heavy for you?

-You kidding me? I can carry a Buck.

-That I’ll have to see. – he answered.

You and Charles put the deer in your horses and began returning camp. In the silence, your mind started to wander off.

- Charles, can I ask you a question?

- Sure. – he said.

- I don’t want to sound dumb but...

- Sure is a long way ‘till the day you sound like Uncle. – he said, with a sly smile.

You laughed.

- That’s not what I... okay. The thing is... – you stopped yourself, suddenly on guard – you hearing this?

Charles heard for a moment.

-Wolves. A pack of them. – said Charles, losing his smile and becoming very serious – we must get going, or things will get complicated.

-Can we outrun them? – you asked.

-Maybe, we shall see.

You put your horses on quick moving, trotting in the wind. If you didn’t know how to ride, you would have fallen.

- Have they lost our track? – you asked. The wind carrying your words.

- They can smell the blood. We must keep going.

The moon was high in the sky when you arrived at camp.

-Who goes there? – said Bill, guess it was his time to be on guard.

-It’s Charles.

-It was ‘bout time. – Bill said rilled up – I hope you had fun while I was stuck in here!

As you approached the camp, you were greeted by the heat of the still burning fire. All was quiet, too quiet.

- Well, if it isn’t Charles, coming this late with lassi Y/N here? Should I think you two were getting busy ou’there? – Sean jested, breaking the illusion of peace.

The only ones still awake were Uncle and Sean. Both drunk as a skunk.

- Charles, you dog! – laughed Uncle, his face red as a strawberry.

- Go to sleep, you fools. – Charles said, getting off his horse.

- Bloody hell, they is having all the fun. And us? We get all the work. Ain’t fair that is. – Sean said, playing serious.

- I see what you’re doing Charles! – said Uncle, soon talking between his breath – dumb as a door, my ass.

- I will let Pearson know about the deer, you can go rest now. – he said to you, as he loosened the ropes that held the animals.

Strangely, you didn’t feel tired. In fact, pull away from him now seemed even more difficult than before.

- The thing I was saying before... – you started, staying so close to him made you brave enough. You didn't have the time earlier, but still..

- It’s late, Y/N. Let’s talk about it in the morning, huh?

-Sure... – you said, ironically, not so sure.

You backed away, feeling a strange feeling in your gut, and it remained to be seen if it was a bad or good thing. Back in your place under the tree, away from the tents and fur stretched out on the ground, your mind was running wild, however, there was nothing to be done about it.

The moon was full again – it’s been a month, you thought – it shone so cold and distant, only a silver whisper of light. As you wrapped yourself in a blanket, you thought of what the new morning might bring.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t sleep. The sound of the silence was overwhelming, and even the smallest of the noises could wake you up from your light slumber. “Probably he won't even remember about that in the morning” – you would say to yourself, trying to believe in it.

The ground started hurting your back, and the insomnia was not helping, all your body tingled with restrained energy, you wanted to run until all your forces were drained, but you settled for a walk around the camp, maybe go down the stream later.

Sometimes you wanted to say it all, and you almost did, if it weren't for your obvious lack of spine. Other times you were so scared of being looked down, that you wished he never even knew a single clue about your interest. Your head was a mess, and you couldn't handle these thoughts anymore.

-Can’t sleep? – said a voice.

You looked around.

-You should be sleeping, Charles. – you said.

He was sharpening his axe, sitting near the lookout bonfire.

-I couldn’t. – he said – Wanna sit?

-Okay. – you said, sitting near the fire as well.

You stood there, lingering in the feeling of his presence, however, given all circumstances, you were convinced that you shouldn’t say much. Better not say anything, you already played the fool once, congratulations. He didn’t want to hear what you had to say. So, you restrained yourself.

- You said that I was amazing – he said, suddenly, surprising you – I wish I could see myself in the same way as you do.

You bit your lip, you should not answer that.

- I guess we met the same person at different moments... Or maybe you see yourself through eyes dazzled by sadness – you said.

- You know... you were the first person to think that I was sad.

- And.. are you?

- Oh... yes, I am.

#charles smith #charlessmithxfem!reader #fanfiction #charles smith x reader #red dead redemption 2 #letloveconqueryourmind

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fantastic-nonsense · 5 years

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I've gotta be honest, your vehemence regarding indoor/outdoor cats is honestly baffling. Like, what makes your [technically invasive] cat more entitled to space then the animals outdoors? And like, the argument that "indoor cats" is a "newer" concept and therefore worthy of dismissing is also baffling. Like, seat belts in cars are a "newer" concept. Smoking being bad for you is a "newer" concept. Something being "newer" doesn't make it incorrect?

I read the article you linked - the article you cited says that while unowned cats kill more animals then owned cats, owned cats still kill between 403 million and 1.24 billion animals / year. Furthermore the study says on owned cats “simple solutions to reduce mortality caused by pets, such as limiting or preventing outdoor access, should be pursued.” and “This mortality is of particular concern within the context of steadily increasing populations of owned cats.”

On top of that, it’s a bit disingenuous to link the pet obesity page when it doesn’t actually say when you’re claiming. Yes, pet’s are getting more obese, but when it comes to exercise, the paper only goes into dogs and exercise - it says nothing about cats. It only talks about feeding when it comes to cats. And the paper doesn’t talk at all about “psychological health, mental stimulation, better socialization skills with other animals, and fewer behavioral problems”. Did you read the papers?

Well one, showing up in my inbox on anon with a three-part response instead of just…you know…responding to my reblog is kind of baffling in and of itself. I also fail to see how my response was “vehement” just because I was pointing out that the OP’s entire post was based on a false premise and then explaining why said premise was false; this is the first time I have ever talked ‘cat discourse’ besides a couple of snarky comments here and there. It’s incredible that a post that basically boils down to “feral cats and outside cats are not the same thing, letting your cat outside is not evil, don’t treat cats like dogs, and here are some steps you can take to actually help with the problem” is considered a “vehement” argument. If anything, your response is far more vehement than anything I said in my original reblog. But I’ll indulge you anyway, because I have nothing else better to do with my life tonight. I’ll even section it off to make my response easier to read.

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Let me put it this way: a cat is a pet, just like a dog or a hamster or a snake. If you are not prepared to care for them the way they need to be cared for, you shouldn’t have one. Cats, being a different species from dogs, have different needs and function differently from dogs. Therefore, it is entirely illogical to treat them like they are just small dogs. Doing something like clipping a leash on a cat and trying to take them for a walk is a ridiculous concept for the vast majority of people who have ever actually owned or interacted with cats. It’s a trendy Instagram fad that is completely useless and ultimately harmful in practice. Either keep your cat inside and care for it appropriately, let them outside for limited amounts of time, or take them to a cat-friendly outside environment on a regular basis. Stop acting like they’re just small dogs who need to be walked.

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On the concept of indoor cats: a cat is not a seatbelt. It’s not a cigarette. They are sentient, fully functional animals with their own brain and desires; their care does not function independently from that fact. It is also of a species that has survived and adapted and evolved to live largely outdoors in harmony with humans. Humans quite literally domesticated cats to be convenient pest catchers. This is not up for debate; it is a biological fact of their existence.

You are right that something being newer doesn’t make it incorrect. However, please consider:

I never said that keeping a cat inside was inherently incorrect. I only said that insisting all cats regardless of circumstance be kept inside is incorrect.

When people try to argue that cats are “not outside pets” based on a fundamentally ridiculous conception of how cats and humans have operated since the domestication of cats 10,000 years ago, it is imperative to point out that misconception. Pointing out that “inside cats” were not a thing until around 70 years ago is not saying that keeping your cat inside is BAD; it is saying that “inside cats” are the historical aberration in the human-cat relationship and that keeping your cat inside was functionally impossible until the advent of modern technology. Thus, trying to argue that cats are “not outside pets” is an inherently ridiculous statement to make.

Cats (much like dogs, actually) entered into a mutually beneficial relationship with humans based on food: humans kept cats around because they kept pest animals like rodents out of their food and homes, and cats received food and care by being around humans. Yes, our relationship with them has changed just as our relationship with dogs has changed, but there are still plenty of people who still keep cats (and dogs, for that matter) for their original, intended purposes: pest control, hunting, and protection, with the incredible side benefit of companionship. Projecting your hurt feelings about abandoned, feral cats onto owned cats who are doing their job by being outside is unproductive and ultimately unhelpful.

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Cats are not actually invasive. The natural habitat of domestic cats is anywhere humans are, and particularly in agricultural areas. Ferals are in many jurisdictions legally classified as a “pest species” because of how they function, as feral cats are effectively wild animals. Ferals are considered an invasive species and are a problem specifically because human irresponsibility has allowed their populations to grow out of control and caused them to flourish in areas where they shouldn’t be. The problem of feral cats is our fault, because we as humans have failed to properly care for our environment; they are directly the result of un-neutered strays/abandoned cats having kittens. There would be no feral cats without the abandonment of domestic cats into the wild by humans, and feral cat colonies exist only where there is a human-supplied food source.

We know that feral cats are the actual problem. There have been hundreds of articles written about how feral cats are the problem (see some here!). Australia is actively trying to grapple with its feral cat problem and specifically cites feral cats as the main issue at hand, to the point where they are trying to kill 2 million feral cats by 2020. Some states in the US allow hunters to kill feral cats. But feral cats =/= owned outdoor cats. Why people like the OP are trying to conflate owned, cared-for, outside and indoor-outdoor cats with ferals is beyond me; they’re completely separate issues. That was the point of my original response.

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Now, onto the rest of your response:

In terms of cat obesity, I freely admit that was actually a stylistic error on my part; I wasn’t clear that I was talking about how cat obesity in general has been steadily rising in recent years and how it can in some ways be linked to the rise of urbanization and the rise of the ‘indoor cat.’ I would, however, note that complaining about how the article “only talks about cats in relation to food an isn’t really fair” doesn’t take into account that it’s basically the only thing to talk about in relation to indoor cats, since they don’t get much exercise, comparatively speaking.

Part of the reason indoor cats have such statistically high weight rates in relation to indoor-outdoor and outside cats is because they are not getting the same levels of exercise that cats who are allowed to go outdoors get; scratching posts and cat playgrounds can only go so far. A sedentary lifestyle for a predator species when not carefully controlled results in obesity. This shouldn’t be news to people.

The other concerns you mentioned are things often brought up in discussions of indoor vs. outdoor cats; I didn’t feel the need to link them because I (incorrectly) assumed that this was common knowledge among people who liked talking cat discourse. My mistake, apparently.

Finally, I’m well aware of what I posted. I never once stated that outside cats don’t kill animals; you’re welcome to go back to my original post and check if you like. What I said was “owned cats are not nearly as significant of a threat to wildlife as some people believe, at least compared to ferals and strays.” If you actually look at the numbers in the study I linked, they back this sentiment up: feral cats are responsible for 69% of bird deaths and 89% of small mammal deaths in the United States every year. There’s simply no comparison to be made at this point; it’s incredibly obvious which population is the actual problem.

If you want more statistics, here’s another one: via one study, feral cats kill about 316 million Australian birds per year while pet cats kill an additional 61 million annually. That’s uh….what? Maybe 15% being killed by outdoor cats, while ferals take out the other 85%? The researchers freely admit which one is the problem: “This footage shows domestic cat owners that there is a big difference between domestic and feral cats.“

It’s also telling that almost every news story that actually focuses on the problem (this PBS story, for example) is actually talking about strays, ferals, and other un-owned cats. Basically all conversations around this topic in the actual activist and conservation spheres are essentially centering around un-owned cats that people feed. There is basically zero focus or effort put into discussing what most people think of as “outside cats”: cats that are owned, collared, and cared for by humans that happen to spend the majority of their day outside and their nights in the garage or basement. Strays and ferals are the real problem, and it’s the problem people are discussing.

Anyway, I hope that incredibly long response satisfied you and your decision to come dump in my inbox on anon tonight. Have a good night, and next time please feel free to actually respond to me via reblog.

#Anonymous #cat discourse #long post #cats #pets #discussion #did I do the 'being super passive aggressive and doing unecessary research to back up my points' thing again #whoops sorry

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What are your thoughts on raw food for cats? What do you feed your kitties?

So here’s a whole kettle of fish (heh) that’s been my most recent class in Feline Health and Wellness. I really hope you’re ready for a whole truckload of “The Cat Behaviorist’s Personal Ideals”, ‘cause that’s what this answer’s riddled with!Keep in mind that these are my PERSONAL opinions. I am NOT a vet, so I will ALWAYS defer to a vet for their opinion.I think homemade diets can be beneficial to cats, if you have the time and money. But, as always, I stick with a vet’s opinion on it. Most vets do not encourage raw diets, simply for the threat of salmonella and similarly spread bacteria (along with a laundry list of other reasons).“But wait!” You cry. “Cats in the wild eat raw food all the time! They can’t cook it for themselves! Their little paws can’t light a fire!”I like where your head’s at! Thinking about the natural predator in the cat is definitely a good starting point.Cats are not immune to salmonella and similar bacteria. They suffer from it just as people do. And, if I’m being frank, cats in the “wild” don’t live nearly as long as the cats we have in our homes. As in, they can die of salmonellosis, and typically do. Essentially it’s this. Handling raw foods of any kind comes with a risk. You can absolutely COOK your food for a homemade diet in order to cut down on that risk! But here’s the problem. Cats require a LOT of different nutrients. If you’re feeding them chicken or fish, they’re not actually getting all of the nutrients they require to live a healthy life. When you create your own homemade diet for your cat, chances are good that you’re not going to nail down everything that the cat needs without EXTREME supervision. Homemade diets take a LOT of time, effort, and MONEY to perfect.Not just that, but you will absolutely need the support of your vet. And, like I said, most vets aren’t terribly fond of it. Yes, some vets will try to sell you prescription cat food that is honestly sometimes less than stellar. However, my vet has never once tried to sell me food. In fact, you can buy stuff in a pet’s store that is JUST as good, if not better in some cases, than your typical prescription food, except for in very rare circumstances. The trick is to find your ideal veterinarian and have a good relationship with them.If you decide to take the dive and begin feeding your cats a BARF (Bio-Appropriate Raw Food) diet, please, I URGE you to speak to your vet about it. While many of those who take to a BARF diet steer away from vet help because vets typically don’t agree with it (which in itself should send up some warning flares), frequent trips to a veterinarian are KEY to insure that your cat is ACTUALLY getting the nutrients they require. Meaning blood work typically twice per year, so the price of BARF goes up yet again!I understand that raw or BARF diets are created in order to bring cats back to their “natural” state of living in the wild. However, it still suffers from what MOST pet food companies suffer from. They’re selling to humans. Cats don’t eat full grown chickens, or full grown rabbits, or turkeys, or cows. Cats eat small rodents (voles, mice, and rats), BABY rabbits, BABY chicks, small reptiles, small birds (usually songbirds), insects, small fish (sometimes), and even small amphibians. Never seen a vole kibble, though (cats prefer voles over mice due to the taste). So I had to take a step back. What was the point of switching my cats away from kibble and canned food, if they would still not be eating things that they wouldn’t eat in the wild? It’s a huge step and essentially the only thing that’s changing is the processing (which is admittedly still bad, but you kind of have to weigh your options here). And now you’re responsible for things like taurine levels and making sure there’s not too much mercury if you’re feeding them fish.

Okay so I went a little long on this. I’m not saying don’t do raw. If you’ve done the research (and I mean RESEARCH A LOT), and you have a vet on board with you, absolutely try it. Even supplementing part of a diet with a homemade diet that’s tailored to one cat can help their overall health. Just keep this in mind, because there are a LOT of raw diets out there that encourage the use of alternative proteins as opposed to meat. Cats absolutely, under no circumstances, can derive the proper nutrition from alternative protein sources (like plants or nuts). The organ in their GIT that allows other animals to gain nutrients from these is WOEFULLY, pitifully small in cats. So if you see recipes encouraging the use of things like VegeCat, run, don’t walk, in the other direction. Cats absolutely must consume meat. If preparing meat isn’t something you’re able to do for whatever reason, it’s time to rethink a BARF diet. Kibble and wet food are probably your best bet.I had a lot of information here, and it’s admittedly all about the BARF aspect of your question. I’ll give you the short part of what I feed my cats, and in the future I’ll have a whole post about how to find your ideal cat food!I feed my cats Performatrin Ultra Grain Free recipe for my kibble!http://performatrin.com/products/performatrin-ultra-grain-free-recipe-cat-food/I feed my cats a combination of different Performatrin Ultra wet foods, though.I stick to their Salmon Bisque and their Turkey, Salmon, and Duck Pate. Sif’s a picky Miss so these are the ones she likes the most.http://performatrin.com/products/performatrin-ultra-salmon-bisque-cat/http://performatrin.com/products/performatrin-ultra-turkey-salmon-duck-pate-cat/I do know that Performatrin isn’t available everywhere. Like I said, I’ll be posting an in-depth how-to on finding a brand of cat food that works for you and your cat(s)!

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deddyinfo · 3 years

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7 Things You Can BURY in the GARDEN to Improve the Soil

Janay i’m mark from social eyesight me and i love to bury things in the garden it not only cures the environment by reducing waste and landfill it saves on buying fertilizer and other expensive additives to improve your soil so here are seven of the main things i like to bury in the garden

let’s get into it[ Music] number 1 swine as an animal carcass decomposes in the garden it turns into a rich fertilizer that can be utilized by your weeds the beginning system of your weeds in this case banana trees will literally “re going through” and suck out the nutrients it needs I’ve submerge my bazaar share of animals in the plot such as chickens doves toads fish heads

and now even a kangaroo at the end of last year Nina my wife was driving to work early in the morning went out of nowhere hop-skip a kangaroo right in front of a automobile she did everything she could to avoid it but unfortunately just like numerous Australians knowledge at least once in their life she concealed the kangaroo and it couldn’t be revitalized of course Nina rang me and she was a bit shaken so I drove out to check that she was okay and instead of leaving the animal on the road I took it back home and the one thing I had at the time which was a reusable supermarket pocket which I never reused after that I might supplement then I submerge the kangaroo in the pet cemetery and it came back to life no that fraction isn’t true I lay the kangaroo right here underneath the banana trees and since

then we’ve had a banana boom simply a few points to note when you do this make sure you dig a penetrating enough hole and treat with enough clay relevant to the size of the animal to prevent any bad fragrances and I recommend flooding further with a roadblock such as ball rock-and-rolls to stop wild puppies or other animals trying to dig it up also for gigantic animals this method works best with result trees or large flowers like bananas and of course I’m not saying you should fling off a perfectly health animal exactly to use it in the garden-variety but if the circumstances grow such as an age-old chicken stops off the perch well you might as well get

that one last-place employ out of it yes it is sad when swine get ill or come to a premature intention like young Skippy the kangaroo now but on a positive mention he did make good bananas number two is eggs as we know eggs are so versatile they can be used to establish mayonnaise cakes pasta hashed out to move more fowls or simply gobbled as is in many different ways but did you know that eggs likewise make an excellent

fertilizer for plants it’s true eggs contain calcium phosphorus magnesium nitrogen zinc copper and many other nutrients beneficial to plant growth you’ve probably heard about the benefits of eggshells in the plot but entire eggs are even better except who wants to waste whole eggs in the garden-variety well firstly you might find using eggs in this way cheaper then buying commercial fertilizer pound-for-pound however we tend to use eggs that have been soiled cracked or age-old I’ll take up and testify you a really good example real experience I left out duck to collect her eggs in the hope that she might be participating in them and hatch out some ducklings for us but she’s a little bit young and instead she’s compiled some of them but the majority of members of them ought to have sowed around by the chickens and she’s not sitting on them so instead what I’m gonna do is I’m gonna collect them all they’re all around the place one there three here one over there one

near where you are I’m gonna collect them up and use them in the garden-variety and the last one check them out look at how unclean some of these are just rolling around on the poop storey gardeners will often dig a excavation like this you know about 30 centimeters deep like a few eggs in interrupt them and then cover that fault over delightful and good pat it down then use a affix so they can identify where that defect is for later then come back in about several weeks maybe a month or two and then they know that they can plant a tomato capsicum or any vegetable certainly over the priorities in that and they don’t even need to use fertilizer personally I simply drivel them anywhere in the plot excavate a opening at random don’t even bother marking them and often I will only plant tomatoes straight

immediately over freshly seeded eggs into the garden and I’ve had good results with that number three animal trash or dungs one of the most common and natural ways to fertilize the plot is by using animal manures that have been left to break down and compost and get really old in a neat cool smudge like this under some Hessian for several months until they’ve broken down and then they can be applied into the garden you are eligible to submerge fresh manure in the garden you just can’t originate anything in that place for several weeks maybe months until it breaks down if you get managed business dung fertilizer it’s usually scattered on the surface around flowers but when we collect

our own excrements from animals the material is larger and less center often these kinds of excrement is best dug into the garden and combined with the clay basically buried into the garden berthed so that it does not clog burn or crust up meeting it better overall for the seeds my favorite manures are cow horse poultry but other shoot swine like sheep and even rabbits etc are good to cat and pup poop can be composted down but not embed instantly into the garden on purpose regardles I’m not a big love either way of feline and puppy debris it’s too close to human waste for me to use in the garden and I’d be worried about spreading nasty pathogens throughout the veggie patch but that’s just my view whereas farm animals have a enormously different compost compatibility because they eat little protein and have a more plant-based diet number four is kitchen scraps you may remember my video what happens when you submerge kitchen scraps in the plot well in this spot here is where the beginning of that video was and where I moved a batch of kitchen scraps in a gutter here and that awfully season I ripened a bumper cultivate of tomatoes so what we should do is dig this up and see if there’s anything left of those scraps that I put in there get in there I can start accompanying some eggshell that’s probably the last thing that would ever break down not basically nothing except for a few eggshells

but you have to remember this was buried a good 12 months ago and it’s not surprising to me that you won’t discovery any real fragments of anything except for a few calcium segments of eggshell which are a lot harder to break down but it gets still utilized by flowers believe it or not and they only need a little bit micronutrients to boost their own immune system and change better yes we also compost kitchen scraps in the usual way in a compost pile ora tumbler but this reductions out the middleman and I calculate is a marvelous practice to do it number five is coffee and

tea debris both coffee and tea are good to use in a plot either dug in sprinkled around or implanted altogether into the garden bed most people know about the benefits of used coffee feet and whether “youre using” your or get them from a neighbourhood cafe it’s all good honestly we use chocolate pods and precisely can’t chuck them into the garden however we do use two tea leaves have about twice as much nitrogen phosphorus and potassium than coffee grinds all these elements are key fertilizer parts for bushes tea also contains calcium magnesium cast-iron and zinc which all are good for seeds and help them to absorb nutrients they’re for submerge coffee and tea

trashes in the garden is worth the effort but do go easy on the beverage in the garden-variety because a little bit is good but too much in one spot might up the asipi of the grime and if that happens that can make it difficult for bushes to actually assimilate the nutrients so it has the opposite effect so I would recommend if you are going to add coffee anchors and tea leaves into the garden spread them around a bit number 6 is garden squander the first instinct of most gardeners is to compost this down and that is a top route to recycle but light-green litter like this can also be hid directly

into the garden berthed old floras and even weeds that have not gone to seed can be dug into the ground as a light-green excrement to rich the clay I even go one further and very larger green litter such as adheres and logs to create Hugo culture style grew beds that help to retain moisture and create a healthy environment for beneficial animals microbes and fungu digging in certain floras can even help to eradicate pests for example excavating in agricultural crops of marigolds to further reduce nematodes in the grime list seven are lice yes I know that insects are technically service animals I could have clothed them in number one nonetheless when I applied these lice into the garden they’re alive so I think it’s different

I also wanted lice to be last-place to make this one particularly important point one of the main reasons I embed all this stuff in our menu garden-variety is to feed our lice I analyse our entire garden-variety like it’s one big worm farm and now I’m gonna leant these foals back in so I don’t stress them out too much how do I use these insects in the plot well whenever I find a worm outside of the garden such as digging around the property I’ll collect them and inter them into the veggie patch but I’ve also found another way to grow and lent snakes and that’s through inoculation I buy some worm eggs and seed them into a collection of dung for them to hatch out and have a worm party this does two things it breaks down and directs the manure over to become better plant food and then when

I go to use it in the garden it populates the bunks with extra lice now I’m not independent experts on insects thankfully and I do know that composting worms are often different to the insects that you get in the regular garden but there is a common belief out there that compost lice won’t survive into the regular garden-variety and that is simply wrong there are many different types of insects including different types of composting worms composting snakes will merrily live in the regular garden-variety as long as they have food and lay things in the garden

variety gives your snakes all the food they need for them to turn those pieces into better soil structure and nutrients for your seeds you don’t have to buy insects most of the time if you have a dung pile that’s open or a compost locality that’s open to the field you will attract snakes from around your belonging and they’ll multiply in those areas although if you do want to head start or if insects are scarce in your arena buying some lice or worm eggs and computing them to your compost compost pile

or garden bed could be worthwhile time remember to feed them one final point about embed things in the garden don’t overdo it don’t turn your plot berthed into a minefield of crumbling material because that won’t do your embeds better now as that cloth breaks down in mass generates gases and heat and that’s not helpful for your embeds swelling so hurl all your excess waste in here besides my top seven do you hide other things in the garden to reach your plants develop better if you do whack them down in the comments segment below so we can all read

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What Color Is Cat Spray Staggering Useful Tips

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Cat Peeing In Water Bowl

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A good way to safely mark his territory by cutting off a table, your cat never ventures outside.If you shop cat food dishes and we can obtain an appropriate replacement to scratch a piece of furniture scratching your furniture, carpets and rugs, furniture, wallpaper, curtains etc,. Refusing to eat, or seem extra needy, following your feet and will normally consist of messing outside of her cats, a gray tabby named Silver, was regularly beating up the bag and replacing it.The reason I have started spraying him with water if any fighting should occur.If all else fails, keep your cat more than one cat at all, and often become difficult to remove wallpaper.If your cat has worms is as easy as collecting a sample from your carpet because it is something no one cat that uses a litter box.

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Bucky leaving his cat at Tony's place for a few days and when he takes the cat back it takes every opportunity to run away to Tony's house. Tony spoiled it buying expensive toys and food during the days he took care of it. Solition: move in together.

A/N: Title and idea taken from Old 97’s song bythe same name. Dear prompter, sorry I switched the character relationshipsaround, but @27dragons recently wrote a story with Bucky’s cat that liked Tony,so I didn’t want to copy that. Also, the idea got away from me, so this story will be divided in three parts (like all of Rome)

Murder (or a Heart Attack)

Part One

When Bucky Barnes ran out of food, he did it in style. There wasliterally nothing in his pantry that wasn’t an ingredient (chicken stock orflour or sugar) or a condiment (capers, pimentos, mustard, vinegar) but nothingto make an actual meal with. Even the half empty boxes of pasta were gone,sacrificed to a careful array of timers as he added different sorts of pasta tothe pot and dosed the whole thing with butter and grated cheese and called itfood.

“Fuck,” he said. He was going to have to give up, put on pants andshoes and go to the fucking store.

The worst thing was, he was actually freaking hungry. Like,stomach crawling out of his throat to go hunt down the wild cup o’ soup, can’twait for take-out hungry.

He couldn’t possibly go to the grocery like that, he’d end up withfifty boxes of Twinkies and a 20-pack of ramen. And an apple, if he was feelingparticularly guilty about his terrible life choices, that he wouldn’t rememberhe had and would go bad in his fruit bowl.

Oh, wait. Apples.

Bucky bounced up onto his toes and shoved the bag of flour out ofthe way. He’d had some plans – he always made plans, and he just never fuckingfollowed through – of making an apple tart. Which meant– Aha! Yes! Score! Acan of apple-pie filling.

He didn’t have the time or inclination to actually make a piecrust, although he did know how, and he had some butter in the fridge. Maybenext time. He dug around in his utensil drawer and opened the can of piefilling. He was still chasing the overly sugary and cinnamon-spiced fruitaround the bottom of the can when the doorbell rang.

Bucky shuffled over to the door. No one ever came to visit andrang the bell; Steve had a key. The UPS driver often did a ring and run, andwhile Bucky couldn’t remember ordering anything off the internet recently, hehad been known to do depression-based insomnia-fueled Amazon Prime therapysometimes. That was always kinda like Christmas, because Bucky never remembereddoing it until the banana slicer or whatever it was actually arrived.

So when he opened the door to a man wearing a three-piece suit,Bucky didn’t quite know what to do.

“Um…”

The man looked him up and down. And then up again. Bucky might…not have been wearing pants. Yeah. Bathrobe with the long sleeves that coveredhis scarred left arm, tee, boxers, and his stuffed animal shark slippers thathis sister gave him as a joke and he wore specifically to piss her off.

Bucky leaned against his doorframe. “Yeah?”

“Look, okay, probably a bad time, but my normal pet-sitter is outof town, and I don’t have anyone else I can ask, and um, I don’t have time tomake arrangements for kenneling, and I was wondering – it really is anemergency – if you could just feed my cat for a few days while I’m out oftown?”

Bucky stared at the guy. He was gorgeous, in an upper crust sortof way, with a fancy-trimmed little goatee and a pair of pale orange sunglassesthat should have clashed with the three-piece button up he was wearing andsomehow didn’t.

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“Do I know you?” That probably wasn’t the best question in theworld, because no, of course Bucky didn’t know this guy. Bucky didn’t… dopeople for the most part.

“Um, probably not?” the guy said. “I’m Tony. Tony Stark. I live inyour neighboring unit.” He pointed to the door next to Bucky’s. There weretwelve units total in Bucky’s building, but Bucky usually kept his ball cap onand his head down whenever he left the building at all, so he mostly didn’trecognize his neighbors, except by their footwear. Speaking of… he let his gazedrift downward. He didn’t know those shoes, but he’d recognize those legsanywhere. Yep. Next door neighbor. The one with the great ass.

“Bucky Barnes,” he introduced himself, because that’s what you didwhen someone gave you their name. It was automatic. Instinct.

Shit. Now he’d actually spoken to a neighbor, which meant saidneighbor would probably want to talk to him again, and while this particularneighbor didn’t seem too bad – especially when Bucky could watch him walk away– that would mean other neighbors might start talking to him and… well, maybeSteve could help him get a new place.

Bucky deliberately didn’t think about the fact that Steve wouldprobably not help him get a new place if he said he wanted to avoid talking tohis neighbors. Steve had been adamant that Bucky wasn’t going to leave the cityand live somewhere as a hermit out in the middle of nowhere where Stevecouldn’t at least ocme drag him out of the house once a week.

Not to mention the fact that wanting to move just so he didn’thave to talk to the neighbor – the incredibly hot, exactly Bucky’s typeneighbor – was just pathetic.

Bucky wasn’t quite willing to admit, even to Steve, that he’dmoved all the way from bad-coping mechanisms to pathetic.

“So, can you? I mean, feed the cat?”

“You’re gonna let a perfect stranger into your house,” Buckycommented idly. “What if I turn out to be a psycho?”

“First, you are a perfect stranger,” Tony said, and Bucky was leftblinking trying to figure out what that meant. “Second, if you were a psycho,you probably wouldn’t have brought it up. Third, and maybe you missed thispart, but I know where you live.”

“Well, yeah,” Bucky said, reasonably. “And there’s probably notenough stuff in your place to make it worth the effort of robbing you and thenmoving out.” Wasn’t he just thinking about moving out, though, because he wastalking to the neighbor? Except there was something kinda nice about talking tothis guy. Not quite like talking to Steve, but nice. Not nerve-wracking,weirdly enough.

Tony checked his watch, then grinned. “Just the fact that you’vealready thought of that should worry me.”

You shouldn’t be worried. Bucky didn’t say that.“Okay, so what do you want me to do?”

“Come on, come over,” Tony said. He reached out and grabbedBucky’s wrist, which under most normal circumstances would have had Buckyyanking backward to retreat into his unit. He might even have pushed the deskin front of the front door for a while; forget food, retreat into his sanctumand shudder.

But Tony didn’t set off all those alarms in his head, and just thefact that it didn’t made Bucky’s breath come a little faster.

Bucky got the fastest tour of Tony’s place imaginable. “Here’s thekitchen, there’s the food, here’s feeding instructions. Don’t worry about thelitter, I have an automated scooper, a total piece of shit, ha ha, that was apun, but I did some upgrades to it and now it’s quite efficient and doesn’tscare her.”

“Does she need company?” Bucky asked. He didn’t know much aboutcats, but Steve’s boyfriend had a dog, and the dog got lonely enough during theday that Clint had eventually had to get a pet-walker to come by the apartmenttwice a day while the two of them were at work, and on date night, Clint tookthe dog to a doggy day-care.

“Well, U won’t mind. She’s a lap kitty, but if you don’t want toget covered in orange fur, she’ll be okay for a few days on her own.”

“You named your cat… You?”

“U, like the letter. I dunno, when she was a kitten, I just calledher Hey You while I was waiting for something to occur to me. She’s got anofficial name on her vet records and stuff – Butterfingers – but I just stillcall her U most of the time, so… eh, what can I say?”

“Fair enough,” Bucky said.

“Anyway, here’s a copy of the key, here’s my cell phone number.Text me or something right away so I have your number. Not sure when I’m goingto be back, business can be tricky sometimes, but it shouldn’t be more than aweek, okay? Okay. Thank you very much.”

Tony had said the cat was orange, but what Bucky was expecting andwhat he got were two entirely different things.

Bucky was expecting an orange tabby, what his Ma had calledmarmalade, like Garfield was, theoretically.

What he got was a plush, red Abyssinian cat with huge green eyesand fur the color of the edge of sunset, dark orange, almost red, with blacktips. The cat pounced on him almost immediately when he entered the house byhimself, grabbing hold of his calf with fat, soft paws, claws absolutelynowhere in evidence and a throaty, rusty sort of meow.

“Hello,” Bucky said to the cat. “Hungry?”

The cat gave an answering meow, which seemed like a good enoughanswer, so Bucky went in the kitchen and attempted to figure out the food.There were a lot of instructions written down on a sheet of paper, which Buckyread slowly. U did not appreciate the delay at all, batting at the end ofBucky’s bathrobe and yowing piteously at the delay.

Finally, directions interpreted, Bucky gave the cat her half canof food, plus two treats and a shake of “food seasoning and vitamins” on top.“You eat better than I do,” Bucky commented, putting the bowl down. The cat wassoon eating noisily, but when Bucky turned to leave the kitchen, she cried andchased after him, following him all the way back to the door.

“What? I fed you,” Bucky protested.

“Yow!”

Bucky took a picture of the cat and texted it to Tony. Your catdoesn’t want to eat.

U got between Bucky and the door, stropping against Bucky’s legsand nipping at his ankle whenever he tried to open the door.

New Text from Tony:

She’s a social eater. Go keep her company while she eats, if youhave time. Otherwise, she’ll eat when she gets hungry.

“You want me to sit with you while you eat? Seriously?”

“Yowwwwww.”

Fine, whatever. Bucky trudged back into Tony’s neat little kitchenand pulled out a chair. Satisfied, the cat went back to her bowl and startedeating, making little pleased, purring noises.

Your cat is weird.

New text from Tony:

Like owner, like pet, I imagine.

You’re a social eater? Bucky texted back.

New text from Tony:

I eat with my cat almost every night, so yeah, I guess? Peppersays it’s good for me, I wasn’t eating much before I got the cat. Therapy, Iguess.

Bucky looked around Tony’s kitchen, then curiosity got the betterof him and he found himself peeking in the cabinets and fridge. You could learna lot about people by what they kept in their kitchens and medicine cabinets.

Unlike Bucky, Tony was stocked for some unknown zombie outbreak.Tony had tinned varieties of just about everything, including tinned chickenand tuna, peaches, pears, and jars of chunked pineapple, canned slicedpotatoes, jars of pickles, a veritable mountain of jarred spagetti sauces,plastic containers of individual servings of pudding (chocolate andbutterscotch), multiple packages of bread-maker breads, individual microwavablemug-cakes, four flats of bottled water.

Okay, I know I’m being nosy, but what the hell? Are you expectinga shortage in tinned tuna?

New text from Tony:

I have anxiety. Buying food seems to help. There’s some leftoverpizza in the fridge, if you want it. It’ll probably go stale before I’m home.

Well, so there was. Bucky grinned, delighted.

You eat pineapple on pizza.

New text from Tony:

Yeah, I’m a heathen, I know.

You’re my new best friend and I love you. He probably shouldn’t send that, so Bucky contented himself with, Nah,I like it. My favorite.

Bucky helped himself to the rest of the pizza while U finished herdinner. Then washed her paws and face. Then jumped in Bucky’s lap and turnedaround a few times, eventually falling asleep with her head on Bucky’s knee.

He took another picture and texted it to Tony. Help. I’mtrapped.

New text from Tony:

Ask her if there’s a squirrel at the window.

“Um U,” Bucky said, hesitant. “Tony wants to know if there’s asquirrel at the window.”

The cat was up and out of his lap the instant the word squirrelcame out of his mouth. She raced across the kitchen and over to thedouble-window in the living room, making a little chut-chut sort of noise, taillashing.

Huh. Neat trick.

New text from Tony:

You should see it when there’s actually a squirrel there.

To Be Continued

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sarahw-world · 7 years

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My first fanfic: A Dark Heart

Chapter 9 : A New Generation

Summary: Bulma visits an old friend...

Bulma knocked at the door of her friend’s little house in Mount Paozu as she held baby Trunks in her arms. While she waited patiently for Chichi, she realized that it had been a long time since she’d last visited, and she felt a tinge of guilt course through her. Apparently, her child seemed to be feeding off her nervousness, since he was wide awake, watching her with curiosity while he played with his mother’s hair.

Suddenly, she heard some steps approaching her and Goku’s wife opened the door.

“Hi, Bulma!” she greeted her.

“Hi!” Bulma replied as she gave Chichi a friendly hug; “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” she continued.

Chichi nodded and she made a welcoming gesture, encouraging the scientist to enter. Bulma gratefully accepted the invitation and she walked through the small living room until she was able to take a seat on the old couch.

“I’ll bring us some tea”, Chichi said politely.

Bulma smiled and she nodded in acceptance. While she waited, she took the time to observe her surroundings. It always surprised her how humbly her friends seemed to live, certainly a big cry from her luxurious and busy life, and she briefly wondered whether Chichi would feel unsatisfied or even bored with the simple life that she was living. Perhaps that might have been the reason why she kept pushing Gohan towards an academic life, in order to rise beyond their current circumstances. Before she knew it, the raven haired woman had come back with a teapot and two cups.

“Boy! Trunks sure has grown since the last time I saw him”, Chichi said, cooing the baby and making him giggle.

Bulma grinned, she took a sip of her hot drink and she felt her smile falter a little as she took in her friend’s appearance. She didn’t look well. She appeared to be tired, and she was actually wearing makeup, no doubt in order to try to conceal the dark circles under her eyes. For an instant, she felt tempted to ask if she was OK, but then she thought that it might be impolite to ask such things, especially considering that the reason was probably the fact that her friend was missing her deceased husband.

“Is he walking already?” Chichi asked.

“Uh? Um… no, not yet. But Trunks has been really active lately, and I think it might happen soon” she replied.

“It will, I’m certain. Saiyan babies develop fast and they become quite independent at an early age… I’m sure Vegeta will want to start training him as soon as he starts to walk”, she continued.

Bulma took another sip of her tea, trying to control her emotions. Obviously, Chichi wasn’t aware of her current situation.

“Well,” she started, “Vegeta did mention that Saiyan babies begin their training as soon as they can walk, some of them even learn how to fly before that, but I don’t think Vegeta’s going to train him anytime soon, anyway”.

“Oh? And why is that? I thought after the Cell Games Vegeta had started to show an interest in his child” Chichi cautiously said, having the feeling that something wrong was going on.

“Um, well, Vegeta… he kind of” she sighed tiredly, “He kind of left about a month and a half ago…”

“What?! Are you serious? Did he tell you when he’ll be coming back?”

Bulma shyly stared at the floor and she shook her head, trying to hold back her tears.

Goku’s wife nodded in understanding and she didn’t ask any more questions. She put her hand on top of her friend’s and she rubbed it in a comforting way.

There was a silence as both women drank their tea, and it hit Bulma that, if someone could understand her current situation, that would be Chichi. After all, they’d both had the misfortune of falling in love with a couple of emotionally stunted alien warriors, and both women surely knew what it felt like being the second most important thing in their men’s lives, fighting being the first one, of course.

As Chichi unsuccessfully stifled a small yawn, Bulma took it as an opportunity to finally try to find some answers about her friend.

“Are you alright, Chichi?” she paused briefly, unsure about whether she should continue or not, but her concern towards the woman made her carry on with her questions.

“I hope you don’t take it the wrong way, but you look tired, are you OK?”

Her best friend’s wife exhaled in frustration and she shook her head. Then, she looked at Bulma with a sad smile on her lips.

“It’s that obvious, uh?”

“What’s obvious?” the blue haired woman replied with curiosity.

“Well… I was actually trying to keep it a secret for as long as I could, since it’s still really early, but…” she sighed again, “I guess you could keep the secret for me, right?”

Bulma felt her concern begin to grow. So there was something wrong going on with Chichi… Her guilt came back with full force, knowing that she shouldn’t have stayed away from the Son family for so long, especially after Goku’s death. Ironically, that was the real reason why Bulma hadn’t visited her friend’s family for so long. The death of her best friend, whom she’d considered a little brother for so many years, had affected her deeply. She still didn’t fully understand the reasons why he’d decided to remain in Other World, and she could only hope that Goku had really known what he was doing when he’d made that decision.

“Bulma,” Chichi whispered, pleadingly holding her friend’s hand, “You have to promise me you won’t tell anyone…”

Bulma squeezed her hand delicately but firmly.

“Of course, Chi, you can tell me anything”, she said softly.

“I’m pregnant”

The scientist remained silent, dumbfounded, and she blinked a few times as she tried to assimilate the news.

“Wow, Chichi!” she finally said, “That’s… great! Congratulations!”

The black haired woman nodded and she smiled, and Bulma’s heart broke a little as she saw her dark eyes fill with unshed tears. Maybe this wasn’t such great news?

“Dende, Chichi…” she whispered, “Are you alright? You aren’t happy about it?”

“Oh, no!” she replied quickly, softly touching her abdomen. “It’s not that, it’s just that…”

Goku.

Of course; ‘How could I be so stupid?’ Bulma thought. What woman would be happy about having her dead husband’s child? It certainly was a less than ideal situation.

“Oh Chichi, I’m so sorry…” she said as she got closer to her friend, sitting next to her and holding her with one arm as she held her boy on the other.

Chichi buried her face in her neck and Bulma felt some moisture on it as Goku’s wife allowed her tears to fall now.

‘Shit!’

Bulma kept soothingly rubbing Chichi’s back, and she remained quiet, letting her friend cry and release her emotions freely. She felt a knot in her stomach and she experienced a brief moment of déjà vu as she recalled the day she’d discovered she was pregnant with Vegeta’s child. Her man had also been far away from home back then, but at least she’d had the certainty that the Prince was eventually going to come back to Earth, if not for her sake, at least for the sake of his promise to take part in the fight against the androids. But now it was different, now her friend knew her husband was never coming back.

Bulma felt her child move and she realized her little boy was trying to hug Chichi as well.

“Aww, baby… Do you want to hug Chi too?” she said lovingly.

Her words made the other woman stare at the child and smile softly.

“May I?” she asked Bulma.

“Of course! Be my guest…” the heiress said as she carefully put Trunks in Chichi’s now opened arms.

Trunks hugged Goku’s wife and he giggled, making both women grin. It was as if he knew what to do to make them feel better.

“Chichi, whatever you need, you just have to ask…”

The black haired woman nodded.

“I know Bulma, and I really appreciate that, but I’m doing OK I think… At least, considering the circumstances… It’s just…” she sighed, “I guess this pregnancy is already feeling a bit rougher than my first. Maybe it’s because Goku isn’t here. I don’t know…”

“Yeah, I know… I’m guessing it’s still early, since you’re not showing.”

“Yes. I’m only about eight weeks pregnant. I visited my doctor last week and he said everything’s fine. I also had to tell Gohan, although he already suspected something was going on because of the morning sickness. It’s been pretty bad…”

Bulma understood what the other woman was talking about really well… Her first three months of pregnancy had been hard on her body, to the point where she spent entire days resting in bed and she even lost some weight due to the fact that she had no appetite and that whatever she ate didn’t last long inside her body anyway… I was only after the first three and a half months that she started to feel well, really well actually, and she felt her desire for food increase.

The door opened all of a sudden and Gohan entered the house, closely followed by Piccolo. The young Saiyan was carrying a huge fish and his sensei held a huge basket filled with what seemed to be some kind of wild berries. By this time both women seemed to be in a better mood, and Bulma noticed that Chichi was trying to put on a brave face for her son’s sake.

“Bulma!” the young boy said happily, “I didn’t know you were here! We went fishing, look!” he said, proudly lifting the large animal with a bright smile that was just like his father’s.

Bulma smiled.

“Wow, Gohan! That is quite a fish! I’m sure your mom is really proud of you!” she said as she ruffled the kid’s hair.

Gohan offered her another brilliant grin and he looked at the baby.

“Hi, Trunks! Wow, you’re so big!” he said clutching the little boy’s hand. The baby giggled and he stretched his arms towards him.

“Can I play with him for a while, mom?” he asked.

Chichi nodded.

“Sure, just make sure you come back in time for lunch”

“Sure, mom!”

Gohan picked up the baby and he went outside, followed once again by Piccolo. But before the green warrior left the house, he gave Bulma a questioning look, almost as if he was wondering about whether she’d already made her decision or not. Bulma looked at him and she nodded, letting him know that she’d talk to him later.

Both women stayed inside the house, talking and sharing their little stories. Bulma noticed that Chichi really seemed to show a lot of interest about what life in the city was like, and she enjoyed the heiress’ juicy tidbits of gossip about some of her parents renowned friends. She figured that the life of the rich and famous looked like a different world to someone like Chichi, and she indulged her with as many tales of the metropolis as she could. Every now and then, she’d look out the window, where she saw Gohan and Piccolo playing with her little boy, well, if you could call making little Trunks chase tiny balls of ki “playing”. The scientist was amazed at how happy and engaged her child looked, and she felt her chest constrict at the possibility of Vegeta not being the one that would eventually train the purple haired boy.

“Dende! It’s so late!” Chichi suddenly said. “I must start making lunch. Would you like to stay, Bulma? I’m sure there’s plenty of food for all of us.”

Bulma shook her head.

“I can’t Chi. I should really get back home. There’s a project I’m working on and I don’t have much time to waste…”

The other woman nodded politely.

“I understand,” she said slowly standing up, “I’ll let you go back to your busy life…”

“Oh, it’s busy alright!” she chuckled. “Anyway, thanks for everything Chichi, I hope I’ll see you again soon…”

“Can you ask Gohan to get inside so that he can wash before lunch, please?”

“Sure thing.” Bulma said, and she reached Goku’s wife for a hug. “Stay strong” she whispered in her ear.

Chichi squeezed her back and nodded.

“You too, Bulma. Don’t lose hope, maybe Vegeta will come back. You never know with those Saiyans…” she smiled sadly.

The two women said their goodbyes and Bulma exited the little house, walking towards Gohan and Piccolo. To her surprise, Trunks had finally stopped chasing the tiny ki ball and he looked unusually sleepy. When the baby saw her, he extended his arms towards her, silently asking to be held again. She indulged him and she brought her baby into her arms as she turned to Gohan.

“Well young man, your mom wants you to wash before you two get to eat that big fish you caught…”

Gohan smiled and assented.

“Are you leaving, Bulma? You’re not staying for lunch?”

“I can’t kiddo. I’ve got a lot of work to do… I’ll be visiting you guys again as soon as I can, alright?” she promised.

The young boy gave her a hug and he waved goodbye before he run into the house. Bulma waited until the door was closed and she turned towards Piccolo, whom had been silently witnessing the conversation, no doubt waiting for Gohan to leave in order to talk to the woman.

“How is he doing, Piccolo?” Bulma said, seemingly deep in thought.

“Gohan?”

“Yeah…”

“He’s doing alright I suppose. Given my little theory about the Saiyan bond, I was actually expecting him to do a lot worse”, the green warrior replied.

Bulma smiled shyly and she looked him in the eye.

“I think it’s because he has you, you know?”

The Namekian raised an eyebrow in question.

“Aww, come on, Piccolo! You must surely know by now that Gohan sees you almost like a second father…” she giggled, amused by the sight of the large man blushing.

Piccolo cleared his throat before he continued.

“Perhaps… Although I believe that the fact that Gohan’s going to be a big brother soon has something to do with his behavior as well. It’s almost as if he has already accepted that he’s the man of the house now”.

Bulma grimaced at those words. In moments like these, she actually felt anger towards Goku and his inability to fully understand the emotional consequences that his actions had on other people. For a man that was so intelligent on the battlefield, he sometimes behaved like a big child.

“Did you already know, Piccolo?”

“About what?” he asked in confusion.

“About the pregnancy. Did you know Chichi was pregnant when we last met on The Lookout?” she asked again.

“No, I didn’t. I suspected that Goku’s woman had some kind of mild human illness at the time. I only started to feel the boy’s ki a few days ago.”

“You already know it’s a boy?!” Bulma asked in surprise.

The warrior nodded.

“Yes. It’s male, and quite powerful already, although not as strong as your son.”

He thoughtfully looked at Trunks once again, who had already fallen asleep in his mother’s arms.

“Trunks is unusually strong Bulma. He can already handle small amounts of ki”.

“Is that what you guys were doing with him while I was inside the house with Chichi? I thought you were playing some kind of game with him…” she said as she affectionately caressed her child’s soft hair.

“I suppose to your child it might seem like a game, but it could be a pretty effective way to teach him how to handle ki and to help him release his pent up energy. Haven’t you noticed how calm he looks now?”

She nodded and she sighed sadly.

“So you were right. He needs his father to help him learn how to control his energy…”

“That would be the ideal scenario, Bulma.”

The heiress exhaled in frustration and she picked up the capsule she kept in her pocket. She opened it and she released it at a safe distance, revealing her air vehicle.

“My ship will be ready in about a week”

The green man smirked.

“So, you’ve finally made your decision.”

“Yeah… I had a conversation with my father and we discussed the things we all talked about in The Lookout. Don’t worry, he’s trustworthy, whatever he knows stays in the family…”

“I understand Bulma, it’s quite alright.”

“I told him about your Saiyan bond theory and I’ve already warned him about how difficult things could be for Trunks when I leave the planet. I also told him about your offer to try to help my baby while I’m gone, so feel free to come by whenever you want. You’ll always be welcome at our home.”

The warrior silently nodded in agreement.

“Piccolo”, she whispered, “If… if anything happened to me…”

“Nothing’s going to happen, Bulma. Have faith.” He said firmly.

“I know but… It’s just… If anything happened to me, I want you to promise me that you and Gohan will teach my child everything he needs to know in order to be a strong warrior and to be able to use his full potential…”

“You have my promise, Bulma”, he declared solemnly, “but again, you have nothing to worry about. Goku used to talk about you from time to time, and if the stories he shared with me are true, I’m sure you’ll be just fine.”

Bulma chuckled melancholically.

“Well, someone has to bring that Saiyan back home. I figured I’d at least give it a try… Right?”

She proceeded to walk towards the plane but she suddenly stopped as she recalled something.

“By the way”, she turned again towards the Namekian, “he gave me this,” she said clutching the blue pendant than hung from her pale neck.

Piccolo’s eyes widened in curiosity and he slowly approached the woman.

“May I?” he asked, looking at the jewel.

She nodded, and soon the warrior was softly holding the pendant, examining the stone with curious eyes. Finally, he released it and he looked into the woman’s eyes.

“Does it have some kind of special meaning to you?”

“Not really. My dad and I run some tests in the lab and we found out that the materials are not from Earth. It also appears to be quite ancient, possibly more than three hundred years old”.

‘Well, well’ he thought with a smirk, ‘Who would have thought the Prince of All Saiyans was that sentimental…’

As if reading his thoughts Bulma said, “Please, don’t tell anyone about it. If it’s something that has some kind of emotional value I doubt Vegeta would be happy about people finding out…”

“Don’t worry, Bulma. Your little secret is safe with me”. And if she didn’t know who she was talking to, she’d swear there was a glint of amusement in his eyes.

“Alright then, I gotta go, I have much work to do if I want to leave as soon as possible.” She paused, as if she was forgetting something. “Um, by the way, it’s better if you don’t tell Chichi about my trip, she doesn’t need the stress in her condition. Also, if anything happened to her, feel free to let my parents know and they’ll be able to help her. I know she’s a proud woman…”

“Do not concern yourself with such matters Bulma. Bringing Vegeta back should be our first priority right now,” he said with conviction.

“Alright then. Take care Piccolo…” Bulma said as she entered her vehicle. Before the door closed she quickly asked, “Will you come to see me before I leave?”

He nodded.

“I’ll be there”.

The scientist smiled and she waved goodbye. Holding her child in her arms, she set the autopilot, she closed her eyes and she tried to relax for the first time today. She could have tried to put Trunks in his little chair, but she kind of wanted to hold him as much as she could right now. After all, who knew for how long she’d be gone and how successful her trip would really be.

As she flew back home, she couldn’t help the slight feeling of guilt she had in her gut. Yes, she should actually be pissed that her plan hadn’t worked out. After all, that was the main reason why she had decided to finally visit the Son family, in order to convince Chichi to allow Gohan to join her in her new adventure. But as soon as she looked at the poor woman, she hadn’t had the heart to ask such a thing, and she hadn’t even told her about her future trip into space.

She felt like an idiot. No, she felt like a selfish idiot. Now, holding her baby, she realized that she didn’t have the right to ask a mother to give up her son just so he could help fight someone else’s battles. It was hard enough that Gohan now seemed to have the responsibility of protecting the Earth, especially considering the fact that Goku’s son had never really seemed to have the heart of a warrior, and he only fought whenever he felt that he had no other choice.

So it seemed it would be just her and Krillin. She knew her old friend wasn’t as powerful as a Saiyan, but he certainly was one of the strongest humans she knew, and his presence next to her would make her feel a bit more secure. She was surprised that it hadn’t taken her too long to convince the man to join her in her trip; to be honest a part of her had actually thought that he’d try to convince her to give up on the idea. She hadn’t given him all the details about Vegeta’s current circumstances, only that Dende had told her that it would be a good idea to bring the warrior back to Earth and that she also wanted him back, especially for Trunks’ sake and because she still believed that the warrior could officially become one of the good guys and act as one of the protectors of their planet. Her friend had agreed with her and he hadn’t asked too many questions, and Bulma had the feeling that deep down he’d known that one of the main reasons for this mission was that she loved Vegeta and she missed him too, but that she was probably too proud and stubborn to discuss her feelings in public. She’d always been like Vegeta in that way.

As Bulma’s plane was getting closer to Capsule Corp., her phone rang. It was her father.

“Bulma?”

“Yes dad, what’s the matter?” she asked worriedly. Her father very rarely called her unless something was going on.

“Um, well, I was wondering… Uh, when will you be home?”

“I’m on my way dad. I can already see our house. Why? What’s going on?”

“Uh, we have a visitor…” the old man said uncomfortably, and then he whispered, “he’s one of your friends and he’s not happy…”

Well, well... We've found out that a new Saiyan will be born and now we also know that Krillin will join Bulma in her adventure.

In the next chapter, Bulma will have a very heated conversation with that angry friend that just visited her and she'll finally begin her space journey...

You can also find it at Archive of Our Own:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9066958/chapters/21008846

#vegebul #fanfic #fanfiction #vegeta #bulma #bulma briefs #trunks #piccolo #son gohan #gohan #chichi #dbz #dragon ball z #apocalypse now #writing #love #angst

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jemilyreial · 4 years

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opalmothnightingale · 6 years

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6- 4- 18 - Those who have been there know, and few else will give room for the fact that sometimes the roadblocks stretch on for years,... Maybe whole lifetimes,... What can I say but when that is the phase,..

This phase,... I am in and I know it there is nothing to do but know it for myself

... That is just all and everything that I can do,... and I can only ever if at all, if there is anyone like this,... It only makes sense,

to keep my mouth shut, or vent to blogs or something which give me vicarious social sense of connection,... Or some other hidden away place,....

And spirit, which helps me so much, these days, and action, ritual, energy, ideas, talking to ideas, to divination, to symbols, to energy,... It talks back powerfully,.. That is often my best salvation,...

So I only bother right now, usually, now that I don’t need a real sense of social connection that is so spoiled and narcissistic oftentimes, from others and their views about people they can’t understand or relate with personally to their own life experiences,.... I have to just inure myself, from their internalized voices, energy and empathy that talks back even when I hide and try to make myself beyond them,...

Which leads me to want to hide away deeper, to burrow more deeply still, and I hope I will find a way to do that, protecting what they would repress and stifle and trample under their do good assumptions of empathy gone amok,...

I only ever, anymore, bother...

Just to talk to those who don’t try to negate my reality and tell me I’m just not trying, that I can do it when I really can’t and,...

And, so,... I have tried and broken down far worse than before I tried, enough times to know if beyond any doubt,... There are times I can move, times when I can crawl, times when I can only stay in place, for years on end and no matter how bad it can seem, to me, to others, who look on from the outside of my life in, from that window of distortion and limited perception and the external view of what can’t tell what is going on in my heart, my mind, body and energy, etc. Then only I can comfort myself if no one else will or only spirit will,...

I get so much knowledge and resources accrued, yet they do me no good if I fall from grace into a locked down position where life circumstances...

these awful conditions,... However natural though true it can be,...

Horrible and irrevertible, irrevocable and thick and hard as stone,...

That fact of life, varied in expression and degree, but pervasive in expression,... Futility for as long as it shall so be,... In whatever area it is,... Give up till you can have a chance to do anything,...

These conditions,... which are so completely hold me in a phase of decay and drought and famine, just as in nature,... Or in what appears to be laziness, carelessness but actually it is just doing all I can to not succumb to an even more static and empty position of lostness and lack of energy of forward motion...

It’s not the carelessness of not trying, like people tend to assume,... And I know why, ... Yes,

.... I see why it is, clearly,...

Why they assume it, because some can try and don’t see, too locked into overthinking or habits that don’t let them grow instead of trying what will let fresh energy and good forward motion in to their lives,... It’s heartbreaking to see lives swindled away by such lack of insight and people want to help others avoid such a fate,...

The problem lies in when they don’t see their own limitations of knowing what is really going on inside the inner worlds, the hearts, minds, bodies of others,... And they want to judge the actions when the hearts, minds and bodies are the vehicles that allow those actions to be possible,... Along with whatever outward conditions affect and possibly lock into stasis, the mind, body, and heart of someone,...

There is a common attitude that it’s not the outer conditions but the inner self that creates success or failure, and this is given as a sort of praise to those who rise above, or as a sort of judgment and inciting to action to those who are failing, often, but it’s not right to have that simple attitude.

Only sometimes is it in our power to thrive, and other times, people wither and wilt and stagnate,...

Because they’re like the plant planted in the harsh environment, expected to thrive when it’s not made for that environment,... Yet how often to people deride those who aren’t “tough” or who want to live “in a bubble”... What if they can’t help but actually truly need the so called “bubble”?

How hateful to berate and rail and rant and accuse and call those people to action when they need a much purer world than they have yet been able to access? This is just tyranny of macho masculine competitive materialist survivalistic

... And individualist, worldly, non spiritual, non loving, non accepting, controlling what can’t be controlled, we are all one size fits all, human centered, nature resisting stuff,... that we are not as unique and varied as the rest of nature, no that we’re somehow above that,... These biased, bigoted, superioristic behaviors and attacks,... and,..

attitudes as though we are all measured by how much we can conquer life and its trials and be a soldier for the cause of whatever they think we should be doing,...

They see only shadow, want to run away, condemn, panic, force a solution that is worse than the problem, blame the victim for getting worse when the supposed solution makes it worse,...

I can at least say for myself I know how to move slowly, like nature,... I will wait the famine, knowing famine in nature often can last for years,... And if I wait it without forcing higher performance levels than I can really do, if I follow how my body, intuition, and help and guidance from spirit tells me, then I’m doing as best as I can... Then if I fail I can say it was just meant to be, as far as I can see, or rather, helpless and the result of living in a fallen world, or a natural world perhaps, where death and decay occur in the hearts, minds and bodies, passions, souls and psyches of humans, just as they do in the wild with animals and plants and this is part of it until or if we see how to make it better and get it together to do that,... But we’re far from being there,...

And it’s so far from this that individual needs are often denied in favor of one size fits all “tough love” that rots instead of heals or supports or nourishes,... I can say that at least for me, though, I know how to wait, to love the hardship, the suffering, the lack, the lack of ability, and yet to know when ...

.... just when I can act, to not be enabling,... But to know for myself, only, since I will not assume about the inner worlds of others, simply bar them from me, if they infringe in toxic ways that I don’t need, even in my time of famine,

... And it is true, living as “prey”, stasis and decay...

Still there are some lines that need never be crossed, and ...

... I know which they are and anyone who can’t do better is immediately,...

Given no entrance or acknowledgment in the open, interactive physical world,... They’re, almost entirely, ... At least,...

And one day will be even more so,... Blocked

... blocked, from my life, and thereby many people and groups and communities, social interactions or

... Even exposure to them, ...

They are in this manner, blocked from my mind, my heart, my subconscious, my symbolic world of dreams and ideas,...

My inner slight and dreamy world is kept apart in a more pure and wholesome, back to the grounded slow childlike reality of it, however hard and scraping by and starving it can feel still but it’s better than what doesn’t really feed, support or respect me enough, and devastates me with its negative attitudes and defeatism or judgmentalism towards the true limits of people like me,... I suppose those who are judgmental towards me could point and say I judge them,... Let’s mutually judge, then, but I will not observe them... We are oil and water, destructive and enemies in the natural world,... Or so it is for me,...

They are the predators or my heart, soul, and mind,... The ideas they perpetuate on me are actually.. So I have to protect my unconscious mind from them,... And my daughter’s too,... And I do in this slow crawling life, when it goes in that phase, like it’s feeling just a bit lately,... But we’ll see how far it goes... Before it’s upswinging away and light and free, as it feels it might. I just accept, and open to the good day every day, as much as I can find,... And I do,... The gifts in pain, depression, overwhelm, disorientation,...

Often transforming quickly what would have laboriously stretched on had I tried to turn it around instead of just using the gifts in it,... Ironically that is,...

Using the gifts of problems often makes them pass so much more quickly, and be gone, rather than trying to make it a better, pray for the better, will for the better, etc, for me,... These days.

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