#i am getting better/more consistent with it though!!

[cheol-e-kat]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐜.𝐬𝐜

haiiii dearest readers, yes..i am still completely obsessed with these concept photos - they are in my brain, blood, and idk soul too ig, so yea, just some fun, not part of a series or anything, just me ^^

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pairing:  choi seungcheol / f!reader 

summary: You’ve been interning at a small emergency clinic in the city - seungcheol is a regular patient, though not intentionally, he just happens to be a bouncer in the nearby red-light district - he can’t help flirting with you every time he sees you

But is he more than he seems?

word count:  3.2k

genre: kind of medical au, kind of mafia au, clinic intern!reader, bouncer!seungcheol, gang member!seungcheol, slice of life

rating: 18+, mdni, explicit

warnings: mentions of injuries and guns, explicit language, suggestive

You leaned over him, carefully using your penlight to check the reactivity of his pupils. You watched them dilate, as hoped for. 

“I have a theory,” he whispered, his minty breath filling your nostrils. 

You couldn’t help the small smile that started to grow. You were familiar with his ‘theories’. “Mmmh, and what is it?”

“See, I think you check all these things just because you think I have nice eyes, so this is your chance to get close,” he said as his gaze followed your finger. 

You had seen him enough times that you barely needed to prompt him to check for a concussion. “Oh, is that it? I’m just flirting with you, instead of doing my job and being thorough?” You asked with a raised brow.

You stepped away from him to get the supplies you needed to clean the cut on his cheek. He had some other light scrapes, but it was the only one that needed anything serious. At least he didn’t need stitches this time.

He grinned, still talking. “I mean, I know, it’s your job, but I think I’m probably your favorite person to see - like what kind of way is this to spend a Friday night anyway? So it’s got to be some consolation that you get to see my lovely brown eyes.”

You grinned as you grabbed gauze, knowing he couldn’t see you while you were looking in the supply cupboard. He was beyond shameless when he flirted with you. And he had been flirting since you had been interning at the clinic. 

He was right about one thing - he did have really beautiful eyes. And you didn’t mind seeing them up close.

You sighed and turned back to him to start cleaning up the new cut on his cheek. “The only flaw in your theory,” you spoke gently as you positioned his head, “is the fact that ideally I don’t have repeat patients,” you murmured as you began gingerly dabbing antiseptic into the wound. 

“Besides, if you’re coming in just to improve my night, I’d appreciate if you found some other method than getting injured, you know, like flowers or something,” you whispered.

It was small and fairly superficial, but you had done this enough to know he tended to be a whiny patient. Which meant you treated him like he were a considerably younger patient, blowing gently on his skin to help relieve some of the sting of the antiseptic. 

It wasn’t flirting. 

He just happened to be a baby. 

You turned away again to squeeze some ointment onto a cotton swab. When you glanced back, he was watching you, his gaze soft, almost dreamy. 

He smiled. “Maybe if you had a drink with me, I wouldn’t need to show up so often.”

His voice was so smooth. And it was such a corny line. But he said it so sincerely, you couldn’t help letting him see you smile as you dabbed ointment on his skin. 

You sighed softly. “Is that really what would keep you out of the clinic?”

He shrugged. “Couldn’t hurt,” he whispered, still gazing at you. 

You could feel the soft flush that spread over your cheeks. “I’m sure you could find a better date.” 

You had seen him almost every week without fail. Enough that you had asked about his job and hobbies, trying to figure out why he consistently needed medical care. Especially since there were some weekends, you saw him multiple nights in a row.

And he happily took the time to explain that he was a bouncer at a strip club a few streets over. You could only assume that any interest you showed was good interest to him. And even if it was kind of intriguing, you didn’t belabor the point. 

But he worked around girls who took their clothes off for a living, meaning girls who had some clue about how to actually attract a guy. Which always left you wondering why he bothered flirting with you at all. 

You came to the conclusion that he was one of those guys who tended to flirt with everyone. It was more about being personable - it was not serious. 

But sometimes, like now, he made you feel like he was serious. 

He shook his head lightly. “I really don’t think I could.”

His gaze followed you as you moved away from him to get his file. You hummed softly in response and added notes to his fairly extensive patient file. 

“At least think about it?” He asked, voice soft. “It probably won’t change anything about the drunks I have to toss out and how often you see me, but I clean up pretty well, and I always pay, no check splitting.”

You tried to hide your smile. Even as butterflies fluttered freely in your stomach. You found yourself nodding. “I’ll think about it,” you murmured. 

He brightened. “Really? You’re not just saying that?” He sounded almost shocked. 

You nodded, glancing up from your notes. “Yes, really - I’ll think about it,” you said with a smile and a small shrug. 

You were surprised by how happy he looked. 

“Am I pushing my luck if I ask for your number?”

You shook your head because he really wasn’t. You were too far down the garden path just in saying that you would consider going on a date with him. 

You added your number to his phone. And watched the way his whole face seemed to light up as he looked at your details and then back at you. 

“So, I’ll call you?” He asked. 

You nodded. “Unless you end up here before then,” you teased gently. 

You watched the way his lips pressed into a thin line. “I really don’t mean to end up here like this,” he said it like it was a confession. 

You nodded. “I know - I don’t think anyone means to be here, well, besides me, I guess.”

“D’you always take the weekends?” He asked.

“Umhm, you know, since I can cover most things and everyone else has like a family and stuff.”

“So what about like Thursday or something?”

You nodded. “I thought you were going to call me?”

He shrugged. “I can’t wait that long, you finally said ‘yes’, so I better take advantage of it,” he admitted, biting his lower lip gently. 

You walked him out, and without really thinking, you grabbed his hand gently. “Be careful, you know, since we have plans and all,” you said with a smirk. 

He nodded. “I promise,” he said, making a cross sign over his heart.

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You didn’t see him the next night, which you took as a good thing. It meant you didn’t need to add to his patient file. 

In fact, it was a really slow night. You spent the evening setting up things for the day shift, rolling gauze, and checking that everything was stocked in the four patient rooms. 

But then you heard sirens. You glanced up, wondering what was going on.

They were close, too. 

You walked to the front of the clinic just as an ambulance went by. You bit your lip gently, wondering where it was headed. 

You opened the door and leaned out, listening, straining your ears, trying to figure out how close they were. 

You heard more sirens. They seemed very close. 

You started to feel a bit panicked, wondering what had happened. You glanced at the clock to see how close it was to the end of clinic hours. You still had about ten minutes before you could close up shop. 

You waited around, listening to the continued noise, tapping your foot, and pacing restlessly as your mind conjured up terrible images.

Because how could it be anyone besides Seungcheol who was injured? 

It couldn’t be. 

You were sure it was him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t come to you with enough nasty injuries. You had tried to make him go to the ER for some extra tests once before and had him completely refuse because he ‘had to get back.’

You checked the clock over and over. Every minute stretched out, feeling like an hour, a year - it was like the minute hand had simply stopped moving altogether.

You tried to will the clock to move faster. You had already pulled on your coat and had your bag thrown over your shoulder when the clock finally struck 1:00 AM.

You locked the front doors quickly and went to the back door, heading out into the cool, rainy night. 

When you exited the alley and got to the sidewalk, you knew the way you needed to go to catch your train - the last train - but that simply wasn’t in the cards. 

You had to head in the other direction, the direction where all the noise was still coming from. 

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You had walked around the neighborhood during the day, but at night, the vibe was completely different. The red light district was abuzz, neon lights flickering, advertising for all the clubs and shows and girls, and crowds formed in front of certain clubs. 

But tonight, it was obvious that the crowds were all drawn to one club. 

You could see emergency techs working on their patients. You were surprised to see more than one person injured. 

You started to walk faster.

You tried to get closer, but the crowd was tightly packed and no one was budging. 

You found yourself squinting and standing on tip-toe, trying to see if you could make out Seungcheol’s tell-tale inky black hair. 

But you couldn’t make out any details. And despite the worry that was twisting in your gut, no one seemed interested in letting you pass. 

You were on the verge of shoving someone out of your way when you felt an arm around your waist, gently pulling you back. 

“Aren’t I the one who visits you at work?” He whispered, his voice close to your ear.

You whipped around to see him, and the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You hit his chest lightly. “Shut up, I thought it might be you.” There was more emotion in your voice than either of you expected.

He glanced at the ambulance. And back to you, shaking his head. “Wrong club, for one.” He squeezed you closer.

You flushed, realizing you hadn’t really ever asked too much about his job. 

His smile only widened. “I saw you walk by and guessed what you might be thinking, but I promised I would be careful, so, not me over there.”

He was already pulling you from the thick of the crowd, back towards the relative quiet of the clubs farther up the street. You realized just how much ground you had covered and blushed because you must have been practically running. 

“We could grab a drink now, you know since you thought you might be facing the rest of your life sans me,” he said, still smiling. 

“Ha. Ha.” You responded sarcastically. 

He shrugged. “At least now I know one person would visit me in the hospital,” he smiled ruefully. 

You elbowed him lightly. “That’s not funny.”

He pouted and rubbed his arm, as if you had actually done some damage. “I didn’t say it was - it’s just a fact.”

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You followed him farther along, down a side street, and into a small bar. Everything about it was ancient, from the wood paneling on the walls down to the fact that it had a cigarette machine. But the tables were clean and the floor wasn’t sticky like some places you’d been to. 

You ordered a vodka orange, which earned you the smallest grimace from the waitress. And you remembered that in most places it was called a ‘screwdriver.’ 

You sighed when she walked away. “This isn’t a date,” you clarified. 

He shook his head. “No,” he grinned, playing with a straw, “This is getting a drink because you looked all pale and worried, since you thought it was me being carted off to the hospital with some traumatic injury,” he said plainly. 

Really, it was like he had won the lottery. You considered kicking him under the table. You weren’t in the clinic anymore, and he wasn’t your patient. You could kick him if you wanted. 

Instead, you sipped the water the waitress had brought when she took your orders. “You know, just because I was worried”—

“So you were worried?” He cut in, biting his lip gently to hide his smile.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes - I see you enough - the odds of something like serious happening seem kinda high.” You tried to sound reasonable. 

But it didn’t help. You might as well have told him you were completely smitten, wanted to move in together, and have his children ASAP.

“See, you do like me,” he said with a grin.

You sighed, feeling flustered and shaking your head. “To be honest, I don’t even know why you flirt with me, much less want my number,” you admitted. 

He watched you for a moment, completely silent for once. In fact, he was so quiet that the only sounds were the soft background music and then the soft thuds of drinks being put down in front of you both. 

“Did you actually say you don’t know why?”

You shrugged, sipping the drink that had arrived in front of you. “I mean you work around women”—

He cut you off sharply. “Let me gently stop you there, and I’ll assume that you haven’t lumped me in with the guys I see on a regular basis blow their entire paycheck just to see some tits and ass.” He whispered, staring at you intently.

You blushed hard. “That’s not what I mean - just it’s not like I advertise that I even have tits, or an ass for that matter, so, yeah, it’s slightly confusing why you would, I don’t know…” You trailed off, shrugging, knowing you had definitely said more than you meant to while all the blood in your body rushed to your face.  

He watched you for a moment before leaning close. You couldn’t help leaning closer, too. 

“So you’re under the impression that I can’t make out how nice and curvy your ass is?” he asked in whisper, “And that I haven’t thought about grabbing it or smacking it almost every time I see you?” He asked, his gaze taking you in as he spoke. 

“Because I can, and I have,” he added softly as he leaned back in his seat.

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling something like embarassment spiked with horniness, maybe? You weren’t sure, but something about hearing that from him definitely made you feel wet. 

You heard the light way he scoffed, letting you know you were apparently mistaken about how much your scrubs hid. 

He sat across from you, twirling his drink with the little plastic straw. The little barely there smile playing on his lips. 

You sighed. “At least I can rest assured that you want to smack my ass,” you concluded sarcastically, still blushing. 

He raised a brow as he looked into the depths of his drink. “You can rest assured that I would happily do…so many things with you,” he said in a low voice before sipping his drink. 

He was just as shameless in public as he was in the clinic - worse even. You groaned softly, wondering what you were supposed to do or say.

Because your brain was certainly rifling through mental images of things that had popped into your own head at various points in time when you had been tending to some random cut or scrape or worse - things that you could imagine he would be painfully good at. 

As much as he seemed to think he knew about what you looked like under your clothes, you knew exactly how muscular he was underneath his clothes. How toned he was. How soft his skin was, even.

And you knew how sweet he could be. 

Silence hung heavily between you, and you wondered if his brain was playing the same kind of game with him, teasing him with his own thoughts. 

You could hear the rain starting to come down harder outside. “I should probably go home,” you mumbled. 

“Pretty sure you missed your train, though,” he murmured. 

You shrugged. “Yeah, I can get a cab, though.” Or you could go back to the clinic and sleep in the back room, like you had any other time you lost track of time updating patient files and missed the train. 

He hummed softly. “Or you could come home with me,” he offered, his voice honeyed. You felt his knee touch yours under the table. 

“Mmmh, could I?” You gave a small laugh, unsurprised by his sudden suggestion, and took a long sip from your drink.

“Yeah, you could maybe let me play doctor for once.” He said with a grin, glancing at you playfully.

You couldn’t help but laugh, wondering how he could even look you in the eye when he delivered that one. 

You tried to remember the things you had seen in his file, and the bruised and bloodied knuckles he often came in with - then there was the scar that definitely came from a stab wound just below his ribs on the left side.

All the things that suggested whatever he did for a living was probably more than just being a bouncer at a club. 

His entire patient history read like a manual of red flags. 

Not to mention the time you had to pull a handgun from the waistband of his jeans before he would let you stitch up wherever he was bleeding from that time. 

Or the fact that the only thing he worried about when he woke up was asking if you had done what he had asked before the meds kicked in - had you stuck the gun down a storm drain or not? He had to know. 

You had. You’d also made sure to wipe it down with a bleach solution the cleaners used while wearing exam gloves, praying there were no fingerprints left. And you were glad you had - he would have ripped his stitches out to do it himself - you’d spent a half hour calming him down and reassuring him that it was gone. 

It was a great way to start a career - working in a clinic paid for by money that showed up in paper bags. Stitching up and removing things from people who would barely answer questions about what happened to them. Their visits always kept off the official records of the clinic. Their files were kept separately under lock and key in a safe. Everything else was backed up to servers, but not their information.

If he was a red flag, so was the entire place. But you hadn’t left. You were still there. Still working nights - stitching him up and anyone else who came in. 

“I’m tired.” You whispered, suddenly feeling the way the adrenaline had left your system and remembering just how late it was.

He smiled. “Mmmh, I could tuck you in.” His knee brushed yours again.

You chewed your lip softly, finally nodding in agreement. There was something about the image of him gently pulling a duvet around that your tired mind seemed to like.

Besides, why not see where he lived, you wondered.

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a/n: there's maybe a part two here - i'm not sure yet but this is cute for the moment …but they seem on the verge of more 😌

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[nellandvoid]

hello all!! sorry for being so inactive recently and for my hiatus going on longer than promised, but!!! i come bearing gifts in the form of sketches that should hopefully tide you over until i start posting regularly again, and act as an apology for being gone so long :)

in order we have:

silly bill cipher!

more silly bill cipher! (fun fact: i drew him once like 10 years ago and it turned out awful so i didn’t draw him again until these sketches!)

silvia on her way to deliver groceries to that mysterious shack in the woods, and bonnie complaining the whole way there

some test sketches of silvia at around 20-ish years old

diane trying to do her homework for astrophysics and ford questioning why she’s even taking the course in the first place

a lil detailed sketch of diane cause i love her <333

[serpentface]

Do you conlang? I was wondering if you had naming languages (or possibly even more developed ones) for pulling the words you use. I tried to search your blog but didn't find anything, wouldn't be surprised if the feature is just busted tho. Your worldbuilding is wonderful and I particularly enjoy the anthropological and linguistic elements.

Ok the thing is I had kind of decided I was not going to do any conlanging because I don't feel like I'm equipped to do a good job of it, like was fully like "I'm just going to do JUST enough that it doesn't fail an immediate sniff test and is more thoughtful than just keysmashing and putting in vowels". And then have kinda been conlanging anyway (though not to a very deep and serious extent. I maybe have like....an above average comprehension of how language construction works via willingness to research, but that's not saying much, also I can never remember the meanings of most linguistic terms like 'frictives' or etc off the top of my head. I'm just kinda raw dogging it with a vague conceptualization of what these things mean)

I do at least have a naming language for Wardi (and more basic rules for other established languages) but the rudimentary forms of it were devised with methods much shakier and less linguistically viable than even the most basic naming language schemes, and I only went back over it LONG after I had already made a bunch of words so there's some inconsistencies with consonant presence and usage. (This can at least be justified because it IS a language that would have a lot of loanwords and would be heavily influenced by other language groups- Burri being by far the most significant, Highland-Finnic and Yuroma-Lowlands also being large contributors)

The 'method' I used was:

-Skip basic construction elements and fully move into devising necessary name words, with at least a Vibe of what consonants are going to be common and how pronunciation works -Identify some roots out of the established words and their meanings. Establish an ongoing glossary of known roots/words. -Construct new words based in root words, or as obvious extensions/variants of established words. -Get really involved in how the literal meanings of some words might not translate properly to english, mostly use this to produce a glossary of in-universe slang. -Realize that I probably should have at least some very basic internal consistency at this point. -Google search tutorials on writing a naming language. -Reverse engineer a naming language out of established words, and ascribe all remaining inconsistencies to being loanwords or just the mysteries of life or whatever.

I do at least have some strongly established pronunciation rules and a sense of broad regional dialect/accents.

-'ai' words are almost always pronounced with a long 'aye' sound.

-There is no 'Z' or 'X' sound, a Wardi speaker pronouncing 'zebra' would go for 'tsee-brah', and would attempt 'xylophone' as 'ssye-lohp-hon'

-'V' sounds are nearly absent and occur only in loanwords, and tend to be pronounced with a 'W' sound. 'Virsum' is a Highland word (pronounced 'veer-soom') denoting ancestry, a Wardi speaker would go 'weer-sum'.

-'Ch' spellings almost always imply a soft 'chuh' sound when appearing after an E, I, or O (pelatoche= pel-ah-toh-chey), but a hard 'kh' sound after an A or U (odomache= oh-doh-mah-khe). When at the start of a word, it's usually a soft 'ch' unless followed by an 'i' sound (chin (dog) is pronounced with a hard K 'khiin', cholem (salt) is pronounced with a soft Ch 'cho-lehm')

-Western Wardin has strong Burri cultural and linguistic influence, and a distinct accent- one of the most pronounced differences is use of the ñ sound in 'nn' words. The western city of Ephennos is pronounced 'ey-fey-nyos' by most residents, the southeastern city of Erubinnos is pronounced 'eh-roo-been-nos' by most residents. Palo's surname 'Apolynnon' is pronounced 'A-puh-lee-nyon' in the Burri and western Wardi dialects (which is the 'proper' pronunciation, given that it's a Kos name), but will generally be spoken as 'Ah-poh-leen-non' in the south and east.

-R's are rolled in Highland-Finnic words. Rolling R's is common in far northern rural Wardi dialects but no others. Most urban Wardi speakers consider rolling R's sort of a hick thing, and often think it sounds stupid or at least uneducated. (Brakul's name should be pronounced with a brief rolled 'r', short 'ah' and long 'uul', but is generally being pronounced by his south-southeastern compatriots with a long unrolled 'Brah' sound).

Anyway not really a sturdy construction that will hold up to the scrutiny of someone well equipped for linguistics but not pure bullshit either.

[amidnightqueery]

I don't hate my job or anything, but man, being a float educator is so fucking thankless

[hana-bobo-finch]

jørgan clan my beloved. you guys are so messed up

[bubblegumbitch143]

Current status: bravely battling tummy aches

[kangaracha]

what's a really unfortunate discovery in my life in the last two years is that my boss told me i was racing against my beeper counting seconds last year and confiscated it (secret skill unlocked: can count to fifteen seconds in your head with extreme accuracy) and i'm like he cannot be for real with this, how do you Race Time. and then i play guitar against a metronome and You'll Never Fucking Guess What My Fatal Flaw Is

[nexus-nebulae]

so like. madd system shit. we love having music in the background when we're wandering paracosm, like movie and game soundtracks that fit the mood (our playlists are So Large) and since we've had our paracosm so long, a lot of the time we end up reusing songs that were already associated with other scenes. so like nowadays we'll be in the middle of daydreaming completely unrelated scenes with entirely new headmates in the front rotation but someone will always stop in the middle of certain songs to go "that's jimmy's theme :)" "oh that's the Dawn echo's theme" "thats one of the songs for helios' lab" its very funny

[ichorblossoms]

being consumed by the madness [has been figuring out plot shit for like three hours now]

[autumnrory]

finally re-organized my cds where i've just been stacking them in the general spot they're supposed to go since the ones i got for my birthday and OF COURSE there's an overflow which i have a rack my sister gave me and it's nice bc it rotates but of course it's individual slots and i kind of like the freedom of a shelf because if they're not the normal size they either won't fit on a rack or be kind of hidden bc the case is so thin AND THEN i have a shelf i used to use which is p perfect for MOST of my cds but i have several that are too tall and if i wanna keep them in order it doesn't work and i started using that shelf to display some of my funkos so i'm just kind of at a loss like i know there are more i can pull to get rid of bc there's a lot i don't listen to but it's not a long-term solution since i have a p large list of what i do want and that will just bring me back to this issue idk idk! both options would give me a lot of remaining space but as i said. limiting. and the shelf most of them are currently on actually works better for dvds and i wouldn't mind having it back for that purpose since my books are running into my dvds and that's all overly full too but like i said there are a handful of cds that are dvd height and it might not REALLY be worth it to keep them on that shelf since there are so few but still it's annoying

[missazurerose]

"I believe that man would defend your honor at every turn and take your secrets to the grave. I think he would fight the entire city for you." During a time when the Warrior of Light is unsure of who she can trust, Emmanellain de Fortemps is not particularly helpful at calming her fears. And while Riona has her reservations about the Lord Commander as well, Tataru is convinced this is the start of of something grand.

[love-takes-work]

Well I was about to get excited and tell people about another new item that Hot Topic is again for some reason releasing for Steven Universe in the year 2025 but I got distracted by how irritated I am about the presentation.

This new star ringer baby tee comes in straight sizes and plus sizes (for uh five bucks more). Anyone who's ever tried to buy plus sizes is used to seeing the fat tax, and I get that some people offer explanations like "they need more material tho" and "they're not as in demand." Whatever, I'm not a marketer. But I do wanna know why Hot Topic is now doing the Headless Fatty thing.

Look at the difference in how these products are presented.

Straight-size model gets several cute shots with their face as part of the presentation. Plus-size model has their face cut off in ALL shots. (And I checked--if you blow these up, you still can't see a full shot of this person.)

One thing you'll learn if you ever check out how heavier people are presented in news stories (usually with alarming voice-over about the obesity epidemic) is that when they film fat people, they cut off their heads and just show their body. It's pretty dehumanizing and weird.

I'd love if the product photos on Hot Topic's site could do a better and more consistent job of showing what plus-size clothing they have in a way that's similar to how they present their straight-size clothing. Especially since there are many, MANY people who need the plus sizes that I know in these fan communities and would probably love to give Hot Topic their money if they stock the right sizes. I've been so delighted to keep seeing new designs and things for Steven Universe coming out from Hot Topic and it just really a let-down when I see stuff like this.

(And though I know I don't know this model's story and do not in fact know whether they asked to be anonymized, it's generally unlikely most of the time that someone who is a MODEL doesn't want their photo out there, and the "headless fatty" phenomenon is a thing regardless of whether an individual example fits the typical profile.)

[kedreeva]

Hi Ked! Having chickens when I finally get my own place has been something I've wanted for a while (am currently putting it on hold despite in the near future acquiring said own place due to H5N1). However, I have become a little enamored of quail recently in comparison. My goal would be to have eggs and fluffy yard buddies, do you recommend either one over the other?

If you want birds that can free roam your yard, it can't be quail. They are game birds, like pheasants, and will just leave (or get immediately eaten by.... everything, but especially hawks and domestic cats.

If you don't mind having them contained, then 100% quail are a better option right now.

Quail don't take up nearly the same space; an average sized quail tower takes up approximately a 2x3 foot space, and depending on how many levels you have and how densely you populate them can hold anywhere from 15-40 quail. That amount of space cannot even house 1 chicken long term.

Quail are not NEARLY the same initial investment; on average people end up investing around $200-500 in quail equipment/caging/birds depending on how into it you want to get, and $2k+ in appropriate chicken equipment/caging/birds. These costs can vary greatly depending on how handy you are and what connections you have to acquire scrap materials, or how fancy you want to get.

Since quail are not kept on raw ground, they have MUCH fewer health problems on average- they rarely get parasites, they rarely pick up bacterial infections, they rarely pick up anything viral (and if their caging is kept in a more enclosed/covered space there is almost no chance of them picking up HPAI). Since they're contained, there's not very much chance for them to injure themselves (although like any bird, if there's a way they have the will to find it).

Their eggs are more nutritionally dense than chickens. You can compare nutrition per gram anywhere online.

They're (in my experience) more consistent layers than chickens; give them light and feed, and they will lay daily year round, only taking a break to molt in the fall.

Quail's full lifespan is shorter than chickens. This may seem like a downside, but the productive years for a chicken are generally 2-5 years, with a lifespan that should be 7-12 years. Quail have the same 2 years of production, but on average only live 3-5 years, so even if you don't want to butcher the spent hens (which most people do), you aren't caring for nonproductive birds for many years.

Quail are easy to butcher at home with almost no equipment- all you need is a hefty, sharp pair of kitchen shears, a 5g bucket (with or without a liner), and some ice water in a big bowl. No plucking, no scalding, no killing cones, nothing special for cleaning. They can be packed for freezing whole in vacuum sealed sleeves.

If you get or build rollout cages, the eggs gently roll to the front of the cage and "out" into the tray, where they can be picked up clean!

If you get or build wire-bottom cages, you don't technically have to buy bedding. Cost efficient! You can provide resting boards or have solid-bottom portions of the cage, and giving them a sand bath bin will be REALLY exciting for them.

Coturnix quail come in such a huge variety of color and patterns that you can surely find some type you like.

Both species can come with aggression issues- it takes FAR less time to breed it out of quail because they hit breeding age in a matter of weeks, not months.

The downside to quail is that most coturnix quail are not terribly cuddly. you might be able to imprint one (I did once, because my pigeons hatched him and then didn't like that, so I took Robert in), but the majority will just be cute look-don't-touch birds. They are FASCINATING to watch though, so it works out imo.

the downside to both species is. the roosters crow. terrible noises in both cases. I couldn't handle chicken roosters.

Anyway, I think that in all honesty, when MOST people are considering getting into chickens, what they ACTUALLY want is the experience of having quail. Small, cute, easy to handle/raise, genetic manipulation through generations of selective breeding easy to hatch, cute eggies. There's a LOT of people getting into chickens right now because they think it will be a solution to the expensive eggs in the supermarket, but it won't be. They'll end up spending more on the chickens than they ever would have on just getting eggs, and throw a stone in a chicken group on fb and you'll hit 17 people who have had horrific health issues related to parasites, illness, injury, predation, etc.

Meanwhile.... quail groups are largely chill and questions are usually about colors and feed/housing (since most of the problems are bad feeding habits or caging, or genetic issues).

[caleignii]

Caleb Fluff Headcanons

a/n: can't get enough of my sweet boy calebyy, so here are some headcanons that I think about him sometimes. My requests are open btww! Have fun reading dolls. (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Caleb who's love speaks softly—never with grand declarations, but in the quiet consistency of care. A warm drink materializes on your counter, perfectly timed to your worst days. The bulb that flickered last night? Fixed before morning. When the frost settles on the windows, your coat and gloves are already waiting by the door, touched by hands that never ask for thanks. He never says, “I did this for you.” But when you catch his eye after noticing, there’s a flicker of a smile there—like he’s trying not to glow too much. Like loving you is something sacred he’s choosing to keep humble.

Caleb after his missions, when the adrenaline fades and silence stretches thin, he drives—somewhere quiet, somewhere star-swept. He doesn’t speak much on the way, only reaches for your hand as though that’s all the grounding he needs. You lie beside him under the cosmos, shoulder to shoulder, listening to the universe breathe. Sometimes he whispers things—not to the stars, but to you. “When the stars get loud, I look at you, and they get quiet again.” You don’t always answer. You just squeeze his hand and let the silence cradle you both. Stars don’t speak, but Caleb does.

Caleb who secretly has an interest in riding a big bike. Okay here me out, with him as a pilot whenever he's flying in a small/open-cockpit plane—sends of freedom, thrill, and wind-in-your-face exhilaration that he may miss when flying sealed aircraft. Just like when riding a bike, the breeze during a fast ride contributes to that immersive, high-energy feeling, similar to low-altitude flying. The rush of wind on a fast-moving bike closely mimics the sensory experience of flying in an open cockpit or glider. Both activities provide an adrenaline rush and it attracted him who enjoy controlled risk and excitement.

Caleb's insomnia visits often, but so does he. He settles beside you, opens a worn book, and starts to read—not to pass the time, but to share space with you. His voice is low, smooth, like waves against the hull of a ship. You rest your head on his chest, feeling every word more than hearing them. When your breathing slows, he doesn’t stop. He keeps reading—quietly, carefully—as if the story might guard your dreams better than silence ever could.

Caleb has a photo of you he keeps hidden, tucked in the lining of his helmet like a secret prayer. Every mission, just before the launch seals him away, he looks at it. Only for a second. No one else sees. No one needs to. Once, you asked him why. He said, “Because there are places out there that want to strip the human out of you. But when I look at this... I remember who I am. And who I’m coming back to.”

Caleb doesn’t talk about his soft side. But you see it in the way a stray dog curls up at his feet, or how a kitten somehow finds its way into his arms, even on a space station. Once, you caught him crouched beside a baby bird, gently feeding it crumbs. He didn’t know you were watching. He just murmured, “You’re cold, aren’t you?” He looked up, startled, and gave the smallest shrug. “Someone had to help.” You didn’t tell him, but in that moment, your heart broke a little wider for him.

Caleb when someone flirts with you, doesn’t get angry, just quiet. A subtle shift. A glance. His fingers graze yours, almost like a question. Are you still with me? You smile at him—really smile—and that’s all it takes. The tension slides off his shoulders like water off armor. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, says nothing, but holds your hand just a bit tighter. The message is clear: I don’t need to fight for you. You’ve already chosen me.

Caleb even when the world freezes around you, hands stay warm. On distant moons, in frostbitten ships, when your bones ache from the cold, he reaches for you. Always. His palms are steady, wrapping yours like a promise. No words—just touch. Gentle, grounding, there. It’s not just about warmth. It’s about reminding you: You are not drifting. You are not alone. I’m here.

[dollarbils]

tell me i’m your only fan | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. your most active fan on onlyfans soon piqued your interest as she became something much more.

warnings. phone sex, ofstar!reader, (i probably made up half of the features on onlyfans)

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regardless of the public opinion, you quite liked your job. you’d made the switch to onlyfans just recently, finding it a much more comfortable platform, and most importantly: much more profitable.

most of your ‘fans’ so to say were the regular dynamic of people you’d expect. rich, older men with nothing better to spend all their money on. but curiously, a huge part of your audience was women. in particular one woman. your favourite, you’d call her. she’d been subscribed for about a month now, consistently watching your uploads and streams. often taking the spotlight as well, sending gifts and paying large amounts of money for personalised content. but what seriously did it for you, was when she bought your entire wish list five minutes after you’d published it, requesting a special ‘unboxing’ of everything she’d bought you.

naturally, it didn’t take long for you to start talking. it was difficult to remember she was one of your fans, your conversations straying far away from anything you’d ever talked to a fan about. she seemed to care about you, take interest in your personal life. and once you’d gotten wrapped up, it was almost too easy to get attached.

“god just keep speaking, baby.” her voice was almost a whine, as she relished in your soft laughter and emotive expression.

“how are you always turned on?” you remarked somewhat as a joke, knowing it was true though.

“i’m talking to the woman i jerk off to, i think it’s justified.” she never failed to be bold, often taking you by surprise.

“well you’ll find my recent uploads have been the outcome of what some would call a ‘muse’. you’re quite sexy yourself, babe.” she groaned and it went straight to your core, the familiar pulse settling in.

“jesus. it’s like your tryna make be bust a nut in my pants right now.” the masculinity to her words only made them more filthy, urging you to rile her up some more.

“i won’t deny it.” she chuckled, a momentary pause before she sighed.

“i bet you tell that to all of them, huh? your fans, they all think they got lucky, that your reserved for them.” her words stung quite a bit, knowing the truth was far from it.

“hardly, it was pretty stupid of me to give you my number. i’d take it as a sign that you did get lucky.” she almost scoffed at your words.

“i’m going to need to cut back on the glazing if your gonna act like this.” she was serious now, testing the waters before committing.

“oh yeah? tell me what’s so wrong with my behaviour.” a low sound from the back of her throat revealed the success of your words. clearly it was turning her on.

“you’re really testing me, baby. you can’t even imagine what i’d do if i was there with you right now.” you felt a pool in your underwear forming, liking how this was going.

“please, tell me.” her breath hitched, her confidence faltering slightly. but when she spoke again you’d never have questioned her confidence.

“i’d treat you like what you are. a fucking slut.” her filthy words only turned you on more, your skin tingling at the sound of her heavy breaths through the phone speaker.

“oh yeah? and what are you gonna do about it? you’re not here, you cant stop me from doing anything.” she chuckled, a mocking tone following.

“oh please angel, it’s cute you think so. i bet your hand is doing some filthy things as we speak. am i turning you on, baby?” your hand stopped at your lower stomach in an act of a sort of shame, your breaths quickening.

“i’m guessing the silence means i’m right. don’t deny yourself babe, touch yourself for me.” you couldn’t help but follow her demands, seeking your own pleasure along with your submission.

“fuck.” she laughed softly, again, enjoying the vocal effect she was having on you.

“you’re gonna kill me angel.” a smile formed on your lips, as you continued pumping your own fingers into your heat.

“tell me i’m your only fan.” her words were seductive, a plea to recognise her as more than a fan.

“you’re my favourite fan.” your reply seemed to satisfy her as she sunk deeper into her mattress, the sheets ruffling through the phone as she bit back a moan.

“are you close?” she mumbled, evidently riddled with her own sweat release.

“fuck, y-yeah.” you stuttered, the heat of the moment taking over, fogging up your senses.

“i like that title, favourite fan. sure seems well deserved, doesn’t it.”

“more than well deserved.” you huffed, slightly out of breath as you chuckled into the phone.

part 2

[honeytonedhottie]

how to keep a dolly mind⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧁

this post is inspired by @arielleslipgloss's post about dolly mindset and i just wanna make my own post about keeping a doll mindset so i hope that u enjoy…💬🎀

WHATS IN UR MIND ;

whats in ur mind manifests. what u think consistently everyday is what u will experience, thats just how the brain works. so if ur thinking positive thoughts, you'll experience positive things but the same is true if u think negative thoughts.

BE POSITIVE ;

affirm. affirm. affirm. if u dont want to experience it, then dont dwell on it. when u spend so much time dwelling on negativity you'll only perpetuate that into ur reality so can we not? be POSITIVE and dwell only on things that u want to manifest and experience.

DONT THINK TOO MUCH ;

with that being said, DONT THINK TOO MUCH. sometimes its good to get out of ur own head and just affirm positively on autopilot. dont spend so much time pondering things that upset you. ofc its important to ponder things that you struggle with because thats how u overcome them, but if u dwell on them too much you'll only perpetuate it. make ur mind a good place to be. dont worry about a thing ♡

dont give others the power to make u uncomfortable in ur own mind. dont dwell on other people's negative opinions or criticism, dont be consumed by a situationship. the center of ur universe should be you, you and YOU.

HOW TO MAKE UR OWN DOLLHOUSE (IN UR MIND) ;

this section is inspired by something that i read about in the book pyscho cybernetics and essentially the idea is that u create a space in ur mind that is completely and wholly yours. a place that u can go when u need a breather and i though it was just ADORABLE.

so create ur own dollhouse in ur mind. how i did this was i focused on my 5 senses and i imagined myself creating a space for myself. once i was done imagining it, i imagined myself walking into it and just relaxing in it.

♡ i imagine a cute room (pretty large) with baby pink wallpaper

♡ i imagine a balcony with fresh flowers and a cute pink chair

♡ pink drapes DUH

♡ plush couches with leopard print throw pillows and cashmere blankets

♡ very 90's hollywood mansion inspired with cute dolly music playing softly in the background

and whenever i want to i just imagine myself walking into this space and relaxing on the couch. painting my nails, doing a face mask or just talking to myself and its so soothing…💬🎀

WHAT SHOULD CONSUME UR THOUGHTS ;

♡ shopping

♡ glitter

♡ self pampering

♡ your education

♡ YOUR FUTURE (the most important one btw)

♡ urself and ur future

WHAT SHOULDN'T CONSUME UR THOUGHTS ;

♡ toxicity from any source (bad friends, social media etc)

♡ the past

♡ jealousy

♡ and anything that u DONT want to manifest

THINGS THAT CAN HELP UR MIND ;

if u find it particularly difficult to stay positive or ur just going through a hard time, first of all know that ur NOT alone and things will always get better 💗 some things that can help ur state of mind can include ->

getting a full 8-10 hours of sleep every night, staying hydrated and eating a balanced diet, getting sunlight and fresh air everyday, journalling and other forms of self expression. and to finish off this post i wanna leave u guys with some dolly affirmations to live ur best dolly life 💗

🧁 i am so flawless from head to toe

🎀 i am absolutely in love with myself, and why WOULDN'T i be?

🧁 i manifest instantly

🎀 i am more than capable of anything that i want to do

🧁 i am gorgeous on the inside and on the outside

🎀 im just SUCH a ray of sunshine and beauty to everything and everyone