#i think the cause is much larger than that. when i eat my foods i eat a lot of them... it has more to do with senses than with eating

[lovebugism]

Hiii can i request shy reader whos anxious about different things? I have weird anxiety lol that makes it hard for me to eat in front of people until im comfortable around them. Can i request reader x Steve who have been dating for a while and she tries to avoid eating around him, but she finally gets comfortable and Steve is just so happy, thank you!!

hope you like it angel :D — steve takes care of his anxious gf at a family barbecue (established relationship, hurt/comfort ish, cw for mentions of anxiety and unexplained issues with food | 1.1k)

bug's summer fic fest (⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

The picnic table in Steve’s backyard is hardly big enough for all of you. Even when Max and El agree to lay out on a blanket together some feet away — and when Lucas and Erica spontaneously decide to race each other to the pool — it’s still an achingly tight fit. 

You, in particular, are sandwiched between two bodies much larger than yours. Eddie sits to your right, lacking any real concept of personal space, and Steve is off to your left. The latter keeps a strong arm around your back, hugging you closer to his chest every time the wild-haired boy accidentally knocks into you.

“Okay, me and Nance are getting something to eat,” Robin announces, standing suddenly from the table, visibly overstimulated from the constant conversation. Her eyes flit to your cowering form and then to Steve’s protective one. “You guys have fun with… this.”

It takes all of ten seconds for the others to follow behind them. Dustin and Eddie file through the Harrington family barbecue together, filling their decorative paper plates like they’re at an actual buffet. Mike and Will walk on pale, lanky legs around the yard — stopping once to talk to Max and El, then again by the pool with Lucas and Erica.

You and Steve are the only ones still sitting, but he hugs you to him like you aren’t. 

You can feel the early summer breeze on your skin now, without the crowd of teenagers suffocating you. You can hear the whispering wind, and the gentle humming of his pool, and the sounds of quieter conversation in the distance. You can breathe again. Almost. Still slightly strangled by a distant worry that Steve can read from here.

“Are you hungry?” he wonders cautiously, ‘cause he knows how you are about food. You haven’t let him in on the extent of it yet, but he knows it’s there, so he’s obscenely patient with you accordingly.

You glance once over your shoulder — at the tables of grilled meat and food cooked with love. Your stomach rolls with a distant ache, an empty one. You turn back to Steve and shrink under the weight of his honey-eyed stare. “Um… Kinda,” you confess in a mousy voice, shifting on the wooden bench.

His eyes widen in a soft look of surprise. You usually take a little more coaxing than that. 

“Want me to make you a plate?” he offers, squeezing your shoulder with a gentle hand. His pink lips quirk in a sympathetic smile. “We can take it up to my room if you want— get away from all these freaks.”

Your chest warms at his efforts to accommodate you. The way he loves you makes you brave. 

“That’s okay,” you shrug, trying to be cool even though your voice trembles. “We can... We can stay down here.”

Steve’s chest swells with pride. It bubbles up like sunshine until he’s beaming with it. 

It took you months to feel comfortable enough to eat in front of just him. And here you are now, utterly adored and finally brave enough to eat with all the rest of his shithead friends around.

“Yeah?” he hums, still smiling.

“Yeah,” you nod, gaze averted to your hands, which are wringing something fierce in your lap. You force a small laugh. “But it wouldn’t be, like, totally lame if I asked you to come with me, would it?”

Steve scoffs. “Like you even have to. I’m not let you get to the corndogs before me,” he jokes and rises from the creaking bench. “We’ll be lucky if Robin and Henderson don’t eat ‘em all first.”

He gets you laughing so you don’t think twice about meandering across the yard with him — about the eyes that are or are not watching you, or the weird way you are or are not walking. 

And because he keeps you laughing (and largely unthinking), you end up stacking your plate with more food than Steve’s ever seen you eat in public before. He almost mentions it. Almost. But he opts to keep his pride to himself, instead, lest he ruin the moment.

You return to the picnic table with all his friends, noticeably less anxious about being so squished together than before. 

And maybe it’s because Dustin and Eddie can’t eat anything without being sloppy — or maybe it’s because Will’s keeping you distracted with talks of his newest D&D campaign — but you down your food with more ease than Steve’s ever seen from you. Unworried about the crumbs sticking to your fingers and the very corner of your mouth. Completely and utterly comfortable here with him, and with everyone else around you.

The sight makes his heart swell. 

It’s like he’s falling in love with you all over again.

He catches you alone for the first time when you’re tossing empty plates. It’s not exactly the most ideal spot to steal a kiss from you — by the deck, next to the garbage bins — but it’s the first either of you have been out of sight from prying eyes all day. 

So, Steve takes the opportunity and grabs it. Literally. He cradles your wrist in a gentle hand and ushers you closer towards him. Your feet stumble in the tall grass. The tip of his nose brushes the bridge of yours, and you flinch. 

“I taste like cheeseburger,” you laugh.

“I don’t care,” Steve shrugs, face screwed, visibly mourning your mouth. “I taste like barbecue. Who gives a shit?”

He ducks down to kiss you again. And this time, you let him. 

He kisses you harder than you anticipated — a long and languid peck that takes your breath away. He tastes faintly of all the food he’d eaten before, something savory and strawberry sweet. It leaves you dizzy when he pulls away, lips smacking softly as they part.

“What was that for?” you wonder breathlessly a moment later.

Steve bounces his shoulder in a lazy shrug. His kissed lips quirk in a lopsided smile. “Nothin’. I’m just… I’m just proud of you, I guess.”

He doesn’t elaborate any further. He doesn’t have to. You cower at the notion of being perceived and scrunch your nose in disdain. “For being a normal person?” you joke with a cynical scoff. “For once?”

“No. For doing something that was hard for you,” Steve argues, still smiling. His hands rest warm and wide on the outside of your elbows. His thumbs rub softly along the skin there. “And for lookin’ real cute while you were doing it, too.”

You squint, trying hard not to smile at his smiling. 

“Stop flirting with me,” you grouse.

The boy’s pink lips jut in a playful pout. “But why?” he whines. “That’s, like, my favorite pastime.”

[vrystalius]

GENERAL HC: demons usually have nests, not traditional like straw and fur nests but little tucked away areas they tend to guard.

Muzan and Kokushibo’s nests are in the infinity castle

Douma’s nest is very comfortable. Very demure. (He tears up pillows and goes apeshit. And then makes his cult members clean up and make a larger pillow for him. Because beds are for basic bitches)

Akaza probably has his nest in the infinity castle too, but he’s a bit more secretive, and prob has somewhere else

Gyutaro has his nest in the red district, (it’s filled with bones and all trinkets he likes.)

(Hantengu + clones bc I LOVE THEM) they probably have a nest in the infinity castle since he and his clones need separate areas to keep them from strangling each other… but JANEHWJ

Urogi has a more traditionally bird nest (he steals shit and makes it into his BED)

Sekido just has a bed. Shames everyone else for having a messy nest

Karaku’s nest is very soft. DO NOT BELIEVE HIM THERES SOME FREAKY SHIT IN TYERE- I know he told me :3

Aizetsu’s nest is a few rocks. He feels he doesn’t deserve a proper nest. (Get him some damn pillows. It’s causing back pain for everyone)

ENMU MY LOVE, his nest is inside the train station, idk the word but it’s where all the trains go when not in use, it’s very comfy! No sunlight, he probably uses train lights to illuminate for his human mate

TURNING HC’S (TW HUMAN EATING MENTION)

Muzan isn’t used to being gentle, and seeing his former human mate in such pain to become a demon like him. He has all his servants tend to them; Kokushibo at the door guarding, Douma out going to get nesting supplies for the newly formed demon liege, Akaza getting human meat for them. Fun stuff! 🤩 he throws a massive festival for his new demon spouse. (It’s an excuse to execute random demons)

Kokushibo has a smaller situation, he brings you a small personal feast, (well hidden human meat so you don’t feel guilty) and goes to some people to have them make human meals (just with human meat instead of beef) and personally brings you his nesting materials

Douma has everyone in the cult, and has a sacrifice for your “ascension” (cult bullshit to explain demons) and how you’d need to be quarantined for awhile (cuddles while you calm down from bloodlust) and you two eat the sacrifice

Akaza calms you by taking you out with him. Probably uses a muzzle so you stop biting him… he doesn’t try and keep you contained so much, just supervising so you don’t hurt yourself… or get caught-

Gyutaro has you and Daki in his nest, pampering you both and is hopeful his sister approves of his mate, power wise and demon appearance. (She’s just excited to have another demon to talk too dw)

Hantengu and his clones are waiting on you hand and FOOT, his clones’ mate shall have the same respect as Muzan, since Muzan chose you to be his demon mate.

Enmu puts you to sleep while this happens, easing the growing pains and hunger, you wake up basically the same just a demon bc of the dreams he gave you. 10/10 very nice.

This was very long 👍

I took pictures just in case if tumblr ate this.

This was so good!! I keep thinking about clawing and skinning Douma during the transformation while he just giggles and laughs loudly. Also, I love the nests- Gyutaro’s would probably stink of decay while Daki’s is the most prestige and comfortable. Only the most expensive fabrics and jewrely is allowed to come even near her nest.

I’m not the biggest fan of Hangengu’s clones, but Urogi stealing things for you and dropping it off at his nest, or trying to feed you foods he stole out of people’s hands like a seagull seems super funny to me XD

Also, I think Enmu tried more than once to nest inside a train but never could decide wich one to settle in since his favourite train model changes almost every week and it would be exhausting to change nests so many times, so probably decided to stay near or inside the busiest train station he could find. And yes, he will kick his feet in delight when watching a train pass by or stop to let passengers in.

Akaza probably is letting you chew and rip his forearms apart as much as you like during your transformation, he literally doesn’t care. Also, he’ll probably try to convince you to don’t eat women as well, but doesn’t mind if you eat them anyway. As long as you’re happy and fed.

I can see Muzan getting ashamed of nesting. He’s the demon kind and supposed to above such animalistic behaviours, but he can’t help to hoard the finest and highest grade pillows/blanket. He likes it comfortable and prestige. Muzan would probably spray some cologne over all of it as well to make sure it smells divine, just like him.

Muzan is probably being a little annoyed at how long your transformation is going. He’s gonna stand there, tapping his foot and checking his watch. He might even get worried and check you for any signs of a bad transformation.

Perhaps I should write more headcanons, those are fun!

[xx0acidicorchid0xx]

some notes on wolverines (mustelidae) and Logan

cause new hyperfixation (its been goin on since a few weeks ago). gonna preface this by saying i have only seen the first x-men movie, and whatever else i found on tiktok n tumblr through my hyperfixation hoarding, so if anything is wrong or actually canon (or not canon) I'm sorry

notes under cut:

wolverines, while technically weasels, theyre the largest terrestrial weasel, and can weigh 26-50lbs.

Logan, is 5'3, but weighs at least 300lbs due to the admantium skeleton (195lbs without, meaning this small furry smelly man is just pure bulk)

wolverines are muscular n stocky and have thick fur (also waterproof n oily to prevent frost n such in them harsh canadian forests), are native to canada but can be found in similar environments, and are described as lil balls of violence and are extremely territorial around their food, family, and themselves (only out of necessity in order to survive the winter wastelands they live in). they also lack social skills and pack behavior like wolves

Logan, hairy beefy man, born in canada, described as an asshole, is violent n aggressive, but also severely traumatized. now with the fur, wolverines are nicknamed skunkcats because of how much they reek (they also mark whatever carcass they stole or found so nothing else can take it from em or where they buried it). if Logan (who canonically reeks) has waterproof n oily fur, it must be real difficult getting him to shower (not to mention he doesnt like getting wet) and also the water will not be able to get to his fucking skin because hes built to survive canadian woods.

wolverines are also commonly found in trees, as they use the height to locate prey and eventually pounce onto said prey

from some of the panel screenshots ive seen, Logan isnt unfamiliar with climbing onto trees

wolverines have been known to take on animals 3x their size, such as fuckin Moose, polar bears, elk n caribou, etc etc (only difference here between the mustelid and Logan is that there is no known attack on a human by a wolverine).

while wolverines have semi-retractable claws, Logan's claws are fully retractable. they (both the animal and Logan) have huge paws/hands, for the animal, its to prevent sinking into the snow

along with the thick waterproof fur and stocky build, theyre latin name gulo basically means glutton, so they have to eat a fuck load in order to maintain their body temp (usually they just eat their weight or very frequent small meals, but larger stuff is common), also theyre carnivorous but will eat anything they can find or kill, usually carcasses from avalanches n such, aka opportunity eaters

i have heard that Logan eats a shit ton, especially meat, but only large meals when alone, and small meals more frequently at the mansion. with the body heat thing, it must be super hard for him post-adamantium to keep his body temp at a normal range without literally sitting in the sun all day.

despite the aggressiveness they develop in the wild, when domesticated (which ive heard/read is super easy than you would think), they become very attached to one person, who usually is the trusted handler. they exhibit very cat-like behaviors, except wolverines actually like being picked up and wearing harnesses, they also like pets (but again, the trusted handler thing). they can become calm when hearing a high pitched obnoxious voice, and can go into a kind of trance when their gums are rubbed.

not sure about the cat behaviors n harnesses n other shit for Logan, but with the voice thing: Wade. thats all i really need to say about that

wolverines are naturally polygamous, but do come back to the female every so often to help raise the kits. theres a video of a wolverine male leaving out a moose leg near a female's den so she can have something for the kits to eat

this man gets passed around the x-men mansion like coleslaw at a southern get together dinner, aint no way hes monogamous. he does worry about the women he basically adopted and raised (rogue, laura, jubilee i think, yukio?,, i cant name any others but theres several)

wolverines also have the ability to smell a frozen carcass from over a mile away (and lemme tell ya, unless you have an excellent sense of smell, frozen anything doesnt have a smell except sharp)

this man can canonically smell emotions, and be able to tell the difference between Mystique and Storm just from smell Alone.

wolverines are very vocal, usually this kinda snarl/snort/growl/mumbling/chuff sound

not sure about comic Wolvie, but Hugh Jackman (and Logan, obviously) does snort n growl n roar n other shit like that

wolverines' mating rituals often include fighting multiple times, and mate Only after the female is confident in the male's fighting (males who return several times are more likely to mate than males who only fight once or twice) and that the female doesnt submit too easily. this is so the female and male can ensure the produced kits are strong enough to survive

self explanatory, minus the producing kits (that i know of)

also fun lil fact, wolverines' back molars are rotated at a 90 degree angle, so they can gnaw through bone easier (supposedly this is a common trait for mustelids)

not sure about sideways molars, but Logan does canonically have longer, more animalistic canines

most of my notes and how i worded some stuff is taken from wolverine expert Steve Kroschel, and tumblr user @/icarusredwings, as they have Amazing notes and headcanons on wolverines and Logan

[elbiotipo]

What’s the minimum amount of animals that could live on a planet? If you for instance created an Earth like planet, could you just put grasshoppers and grass on it?

That's a very interesting question!

And I'm willing to venture actually "no animals". You could, potentially (again I say potentially) have an ecosystem of just producers and decomposers. You would think "wouldn't you need consumers to balance the growth of plants" and suprisingly, not actually. Plants are very, very capable of competing with each other, brutally so actually, just take a look at what happens when there is a clearing in a rainforest. Plants tug at each other, release chemicals, grow over each other to compete for the sunlight, etc.

Leaving aside that kind of erotic description, there are plenty of parasitic fungi and bacteria that can keep a hold on plant growth, which I'm actually thinking would thrive in the case of an ecosystem only with plants, leading to initial mass extinctions and then a new balance. It's often said that animals would die without plants, but I do think that it's not often said that plants without animals would probably carry on. Plants that depend on animal dispersal of course would extinct, and there would probably be loss of diversity from the lack of flows of nutrients from animals and CO2, but a world of plants would continue spinning.

There would probably be not be huge evolutionary pressures for animals to evolve back either. I could see over millions of years, with no fast-paced competitors, slime molds become more mobile and complex, or some simple eukaryotes taking back the slow road to multicelluarity. My bet would be on the slime molds, since they already are complex, but more "complex" animals have a particular organization mediated by hox genes that I believe is not an easy evolutionary "leap" to appear again. Then again, I am working with a world where fungi do not face competition, and there are advantages to a mobility that plants with their rigid cell walls just can't achieve.

Now this is assuming no animals, no members of Animalia at all. What's the smallest diversity of animals to achieve a workable biosphere? I'm reminded of those gimmick aquariums with only a particular balance of shrimp and algae that potentially acted as enclosed ecosystems. But a biosphere is much larger than that.

Animals, in general, are much more adaptable to food that what you might think. Most carnivores can digest some plant matter and most herbivores are also opportunistic carnivores. It's only very specialized animals that can't do this. The example of grasshoppers is kind of funny to me because one of my friends once had a cricket farm (you know, biologist things) and he forgot to fed them for a weekend and the crickets cannibalized themselves. Delightful anecdote I know, but I think that if you had grasshoppers in a single world with only plants, they would quickly cause mass extinctions, but also in a very short time, perhaps only a few thousands of years since insect generations go so fast, you would have grasshoppers starting to especialize on eating other grasshoppers, and others especializing in hardier plants or in smaller generations so not to overwhelm food sources. From there, lots of other especialization and niches would develop. Like World of Serina but with grasshoppers.

[luna-baby01]

Luna Gets the Biggest

You're stuck in bed full-time now, and you're not even pregnant... yet. It's been a year since you gave birth to a record-shattering set of vigintuplets that caused you to be put on bed rest by your doctor only a month in and get up to 1300 lbs. just before you gave birth, completely immobilized by your staggering pregnancy, your pregnant stomach pressing so hard into the ceiling that you were worried you might break through it. You had thought that you'd get above half a ton when you got pregnant this time, but you smashed that barrier with a combination of twenty whole fetuses spurring you on to eat yourself into a massive boulder of matronly maternal flesh and having virtually no significant movement during your pregnancy, stuck in bed, pinned down by your heaving belly, a turtle stranded on her back. An enormously fat and pregnant turtle, for sure. 400 lbs. of baby and amniotic fluid came out of you that day, slightly under a third of your total body weight.

The damage had definitely been done to your body, though. Being 900 lbs. postpartum left you stranded in bed, unable to get up without assistance, probably for the rest of your life. You lost a significant chunk of that, though, "slimming" down, if you could even call it that at this point, to 800 lbs. simply because you could not maintain that weight. Though even your non-pregnancy appetite was the stuff of legend now and your metabolism had slowed down significantly from what it was before your first pregnancy, there was simply no way you could eat enough to keep yourself that heavy. It wasn't even a question of breastfeeding, that alone wouldn't've been able to put a dent in your poundage, you just simply could not eat enough to keep yourself that fat without a clutch of babies in your guts.

Since you now have forty children, your house had now become too small for your absurdly large family and you had to move to a much larger one, having the walls of your room broken down to get your fat ass out of your old one. It was much more comfortable for you, your husband, and your teeming flock to be in such a large house, your children having enough room to play both inside and out, including with you. You couldn't do much. You couldn't even get up on you own power to see them, but your kiddos went over to you and loved their how soft their big cuddly mama was, and most importantly, they loved you. Of course, your new bedroom was much larger than what you were in at your old house, able to accommodate your mass as it was... and if you got bigger.

You and your husband weren't dumb, despite how overloaded your brain gets during pregnancy. You both knew that you were going to get pregnant again, and soon. Even though you're so fat you can't walk, your husband putting another ridiculous number of babies in your belly without incident would be inevitable, and you two chose your new house with this in mind. More room in your bedroom for you to grow and more bedrooms for your ever-increasing number of children. Your house was a mansion, which thankfully your husband was able to afford. How he was able to afford what only very few people on Earth would be able to buy was anyone's guess, but you decided to keep yourself ignorant of that fact in case it was something less than savory. You had more important things to think about, like getting your guts stuffed full of food, children, and dick. The one thing you missed about your old house was the creaky floorboards, but that wasn't really your concern then since you weren't able to walk anymore, anyway.

That did not keep you from thinking about how much of a dumb, bloated, fattened breeding sow you were and were going to become soon again, your entire existence dedicated to nothing but feasting, gestating, and fucking with absolutely nothing else on your mind during your pregnancies, a goddess of fertility in human form. A veritable human termite queen. That was when you were the happiest, and you were going to be that happy again. Both you and your husband were ready for you to grow even larger than even the behemoth you have become now. You're a greedy girl, your size alone made that obvious. You wanted some babies in your guts and you wanted them NOW!

Your husband, solely devoted to you, your children, and creating more of them, was rearing to get at you just as much as you were at him, even though you were a complete whale at this point. He had to do all the work, making you quiver underneath him. He got his jollies out of this, too, your soft body a waterbed of flesh bouncing around with each of his thrusts, you two waiting for his seed to turn your belly hard once again as it swelled with a new brood. Both of you were screaming in ecstasy. though thankfully (or perhaps it was something you missed) your moans and yelps during the throes of passion didn't cause as much of a commotion like they used to, with both your room and your house so big that those screams woke neither your children nor your neighbors, of which you had so much land attached to your house that you basically had no neighbors who'd be able to hear the freight train of fucking going on and make noise complaints like last time (something I forgot to mention).

"Get me pregnant, get me fucking pregnant!" you shouted, thinking of nothing else but your husband and the absolutely gargantuan cow he was going to turn you into with this new batch of children you were so eager for him to put inside you. "Make me massive! Get me all the way to a ton! Make me break down the walls of this room! I'm nothing but a baby factory designed to swell with children, and it's all for you!" the latter an uncharacteristically unselfish statement of you to make while in the middle of the horizontal mambo. You were greedy, and you liked being greedy. Your burning desire to swell enormous with child was driving you to this, but you did it for your husband, too. "Fill me with your seed and your children! FILL ME UP! FILL ME UP!!!" you screamed, about to know pleasure like you had never experienced before. The two of you, like all those other times before, did this for at least a week, keeping yourselves quite busy, waiting for the inevitable outcome.

And that moment was realized. A month after those marathon sessions with your husband, you found out you were pregnant again, because of course you were. You simply could not keep yourself from getting pregnant and turning into an enormous breeding sow. The cravings your new brood gave you had you eat yourself up to 900 lbs. again, your voracious maternity-induced appetite showing itself on your body once more. Your doctor, who had to keep himself from screaming at you for getting pregnant again, just wanted to make sure you were healthy at this point. And of course, the moment of truth you and your husband were waiting for had come. Waiting for the announcement of just how pregnant you were going to be and how massive you were going to get drove you insane, your mind pregnant (heh) with anticipation. Your doctor struggled to get a clear reading on the ultrasound through all of the fat on your stomach, but he got it. Forty embryos had been detected. You were having quadragintuplets. That thought sent you into orbit, having a set of consecutive orgasms on cue, your eyes rolling deep back into your head. You screamed at your husband that you'd get past a ton during the first of those steamy fucks that got you in this state, but now you think you were going to surpass even that. Thank God you got that new house, eh?

At the end of the first trimester, you were the size you were when you gave birth the last time, growing exponentially with each pregnancy. You were 1300 lbs., your belly more than three times the size of your body with forty fetuses inside of it, spurring you on to grow fatter and heavier with each orgy of food your husband helped you push past your lips. Your mind was truly mush at this point, both pregnancy brain and arousal driving you mad and unable to think about anything else other than getting food in your stomach, growing your babies, and lying back with your husband inside you making you scream wildly every few hours. The two of you simply could not be stopped from going at each other, or really your husband since you were powerless to stop him, but holy Hell, did you not want to stop him.

"God, I'm getting massive for you!" you screamed during one of the steamier fucks you had then. "I do nothing but have my face, womb, and pussy stuffed! I'm gorging myself all day long and getting fatter & heavier with your babies! They're making me so hungry I just can't stop! MMMM!!!"

"Are you going to get to a ton and burst the walls of your room like you said you were?" your husband replied, wanting to drive you as mad with lust as possible.

"YES! YES! I'M GOING TO BLOW UP AND MAKE THIS ROOM EXPLODE! KEEP FEEDING ME! KEEP STUFFING ME! KEEP FATTENING ME! KEEP ME PREGNANT! KEEP DOING THIS TO ME OVER AND OVER! MY BELLY WILL NEVER BE EMPTY AGAIN! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

The two of you made a serious mess of your bed, coming down from a high that was simply indescribable. You HAD to keep doing this. You just had to.

The end of the second trimester was even better. Your stomach was now twenty feet above your head, and you still didn't come anywhere close to filling the confines of your room, making sure to make that room as large as possible to accommodate your ludicrous pregnancies. This was not normal, but you were used to things not being normal ever since you first got knocked up with decuplets and ate yourself into an elephantine food balloon. You were truly a hippo. A heifer. Fattened up at the irresistible insistence of that legion of babies kicking at you to keep on gorging. Your husband made good on his promise, keeping you filled up both with comestibles and himself. You obviously couldn't reach around to pleasure yourself anymore. You had that happen before when you got so heavily pregnant you couldn't reach around your stomach, but that became permanent since your got pregnant the third time, with you already so fat and so pregnant that that would never become a possibility for you again. You were burning with a need that only your husband could fulfill because you couldn't do so yourself, and boy did he do his best to satisfy you. Even you two were shocked at how you were able to go at it so many times in one day, let alone at all. Your husband practically never left your side except to order all of your chefs around or bring the children of yours not currently gestating within to you when you wanted to see them or they wanted to see you, marveling at the mountain of a woman your husband had turned you into, knowing that there would be twice as many of them as there are now. Your pleasure was completely at the mercy of your husband, something that actually got you turned on more than you thought it would. You needed him, and he needed you.

Time went both slow and fast for you. Slow enough for you to savor being trapped underneath a boulder of a belly and an avalanche of fat, but it was still too fast for you, knowing that it would all be over in just a few months. You wanted to be this pregnant forever, not wanting to shrink back down ever again. You just wanted to keep a gaggle of children inside of you forever, growing ever larger for all eternity, but you knew that wasn't possible. That thought kept you going during the rare instances when your husband wasn't waiting on you sexually, which you needed constantly. It's a nice fantasy, but it couldn't be made into reality. Or could it?

That thought would have to be set aside for now, though. You had finally arrived at your due date, and just like the last three times, nary a contraction had graced your uterus. Your stomach, hard as a rock even with all that fat on it, surged thirty feet above your head. You were truly nothing but a machine designed for glutting on fattening food and making babies. A complete lack of self control when it came to food and sex got you here, and there was nothing that could be done to stop it, nor did you want to. You were in horny delirium at all waking hours, your babies growing fat in your womb making you wonder how much more food you could stuff into yourself, the hormones they controlled making you salivate at the thought of wiping an all-you-can-eat buffet bare, a one-woman swarm of locusts. And this was all your husband's doing, your mind being manipulated to this extent to crave both food and sex at all hours of the day, and all because he stuck his dick inside you & fertilized you with his seed. Forget about a human termite queen, you were way past that at this point. Your gargantuan body filled with babies took up almost a third of your room now, but still you wanted to get even larger, consequences be damned! A ton came and went. You were more than 2,000 lbs. of breeding sow filled with babies making your bed groan under your weight whenever you moved slightly or even whenever one of your children kicked inside of you. The loss of not hearing the floorboards creek underneath your girth whenever you waddled around more pregnant than ever was more than made up for by this. And it was only going to get better.

The time for your customary induction two weeks after your due date had arrived, and you were somehow even more massive than before. You grew more quickly in that time than you ever had before, your belly rounding out to a total of thirty-three feet thrusting above your head and gorging yourself up to a long ton. You were physically ready to give birth, but not mentally. Not that you weren't mentally prepared for the struggle of giving birth, that wasn't it. Unlike the last three times, you weren't mentally prepared to stop being pregnant. You didn't want to know of anything else but pregnancy, constantly growing until the end of time. You had to figure out how to make that happen, Lord knows you've already accomplished the impossible with a quadragintuplet pregnancy and reaching a weight never once held by a human being before. But right now, your body had to get those kids out of you, and you brought forty new wonderful lives into the world.

Lying there, exhausted from the ordeal of childbirth and just there no being not exhausted from being so fat, you were already thinking about how you were going to get knocked up again, and this time permanently.

Fin

I have reached my ultimate form as a 1 ton baby factory🥵🥵🥵

[t34-mt]

You might have answered it before, I tried to search for it but got no results, do kyhuines and maanuls share a diet? That is, is there anything that one can eat that the other can't digest?

i think i did answer that a while ago, or maybe my memory is failing and I only did it with friends. but even if this is a repeat, i don't mind it!

yes, maanuls and kyhuines can eat each other's food, at least they can eat the majority of it safely. Some products may cause one to be sick, and a few may be lethal. And when it's lethal it's mainly because of the quantity of a toxin found in the food that the other can't process because of their biology.

for example, many bugs, which are a large part of a kyhuines diet, cannot be safely eaten by maanuls because of their toxins. some species can be processed in various ways to remove said toxins and become safer for maanuls to consume.

Things like kelp are things kyhuines can eat safely. And are quite a common dry snack to import inside the mountain alp ring, once trading routes are open between the "inner" continent and the "outside". However, Kyhuines will digest it worse than their larger cousin counterparts. their digestive system does not take as many nutrients from it as maanuls, because maanuls have evolved to process it better since kelp has been used a lot in their cuisine for thousands of years. Kyhuines are better at having a lot of starch in their diet too because of the way their agriculture was and what species they'd cultivate compared to maanuls, and so on with things like this. its quite a fun subject honestly!

in areas such as kaar'kchir and its sister cities, where the population is of mixed species, meaning the area has on average as much kyhuines that there is maanuls around. food stands and other services involving food, will prefer serving food that accommodates both so they can have more clients (kaar'kchir and the sister cities live under different systems that utilize money compared to the majority of the world). But also out of consideration, because establishments and even houses are expected to be able to welcome both species inside. Food stands that only offer food

More recently built infrastructures in kaar'kchir are rather large to let maanuls in, while older still standing builds from before the traverse of the alp and first contact are too small for maanuls. The older ones are usually familial homes that are still living here or have been repurposed for storage. kaar'kchir was a kyhuine colony for info, build before first contact and the traverse of the alp expedition. So old buildings never had maanuls in mind because they didn't even know they existed.

even between the non-gliding kyhuine species and mierthri kyhuines there is food that the other cant consume, many fungal species from the mierthri biome is used by the mierthri kyhuines to ferment food and have it last longer. Their guts are better suited to eat the weird things that grow near the mierthri biome, while non-gliding kyhuines may get extremely sick from it.

on a silly note, because of the size difference between the two (actually 3, since miethri is a different species but in-world they don't categorize it as such. but even then myself ill just say the 2) alcoholic beverage and how fast it affects one is quite silly. the percentage of alcohol in maanul fermented drinks is very high on average even for a human because of their size being larger they can take up more, kyhuines are much smaller than maanuls (kyhuines are smaller than you are for info). So 1 glass of a medium alcoholic drink that is of maanul origin to a kyhuine can be enough to make their head feel warm and funny already. mierthri kyhuines do not drink alcohol made by maanuls. Theyre 120cm (1 ft tall) so if they do they're KO quickly. unless its very light and made with kyhuines in mind, including the gliding kyhuines (mierthri), but then its so light that it defeats the purpose for maanuls. if they care about that to begin with.

i had fun writing ask answer, thank you!

[worldruins]

Meet the Remnant, my "slugcat" oc. Because I have no sense of moderation, it has an entire campaign loosely mocked up in my head- I don't have the modding ability or time to make anything of it but I enjoy thinking about it! The two iterators on the sheet are the central npcs of the campaign.

Remnant is larger, more aquatic, and faster on all fours than a slugcat. It struggles to use the same tools, carries items in its mouth, and can eat batnip and bubble weed. And, though it doesn’t know it, it is one of the last four of its kind left.

More about the campaign below VVV

BONUS: Remnant obviously resembles a slugcat, and they are sort of a slugcat ancestor! The genomes of the pipe slugs slugcats evolved from had remnant DNA as well as the simple tool-worm base that ancients used for many creatures. The blueprints were present in the modified organisms, and over several generations and mutations began to express themselves once more. Anyway…

To start, the Remnant is living with their family in an idyllic natural landscape much like survivor and monk at the beginning of their campaigns. The incident kickstarting their journey would be them wandering off from their kin and- gameplay starts here- getting lured off by something interesting, before the wall closes quickly behind them and the player realizes they have been trapped. They find themselves in a crate lined with wet plant matter, which gets shaken and turned around for a bit before settling down. It continues with a gentler rattling and remnant is clearly being taken somewhere, but the game acts like you're in a den and, once you've eaten the food set out for you in there, you sleep.

You are woken when the train carrying you crashes. You are able to escape and wind up in a light drizzle. Numerous overseers, some purple and others seafoam green, follow you around. The artificial, dilapidated surroundings are alien to the remnant.

During the first cycle an overseer will direct you to the nearest den, but you don’t have a rain timer until the first time you hibernate. You’ve never experienced rain like this before, after all.

The fact is that the remnant and their family are primal fauna, from the old world before bioengineering and iterators. They have spent their whole lives in a carefully controlled environment, maintained at first by ancients and then the systems the ancients left behind. The mass ascension happened, and nobody really knew what to do with these creatures- depending on the species, animals in captivity were generally released to fend for themselves or set for years of being maintained by machines scheduled in advanced, automated to care for them.

Remnant is taken when the iterator Ink Stained Palms orders a specimen of one relatively hardy species to study and potentially have the rest delivered to their regions. Something goes wrong- their delivery is sabotaged by their semi-active former senior, Calls To Stony Skies. And out Remnant goes into an alien land, with each of the two rival iterators trying to lure or force it to go to them.

This generally takes the form of projections like Iggy uses to get the slugcats to Moon, though it’s two different kinds of overseer guiding you in opposite directions at the same time. There may also be introduced environmental hazards- some of the chases in Little Nightmares come to mind- to corral you toward wherever the iterator causing it wants you to go.

ISP was the one who was getting the remnant delivered to her facility. They’re a bioengineer interested in long-term ecosystem restoration. It’s come to believe there’s a natural ‘balance’ to the world that could, in time, let living things leave the cycle of their own accord if it was realigned properly.

CTSS is in a condition not unlike spearmaster moon, though his decline has been steadier and over a longer period of time. They’ve been replaced by another iterator as group senior, and derailed your journey in the hopes of using a rare animal as collateral to get ISP’s help. Watching the remnant’s struggle to survive, however, he ends up very attached to it and can’t bring himself to kill it as he originally planned to.

Though they might want to, CTSS can’t save the remnant from a more insidious fate. The air, the soil, the water itself is toxic to you, whose kind has lived countless generations shielded from the heavy metal byproducts of industry and the artificial metabolisms of those great boxes in the sky. Ascension is an option, but so is going to ISP, whose body itself possesses a complex with artificial environments much like the one you began in. It can’t protect the remnant fully, but it can offer them a longer life. There are multiple endings to the campaign, based on the order you visit the iterators in.

If you read all this thank you so much and feel free to send questions!! About my little guys.

[techs-ass]

Shark Dump: Lemon Sharks!

Some of you seemed to enjoy my shark facts and honestly, if I can get the chance to rave about sharks, I will. So here are some shark facts starting with my favorite, Lemon Sharks!!

If you guys enjoy this, feel free to leave me a request with the name of a shark you'd like to learn about and I'll be happy to info dump on them. I'm thinking about posting one every Sunday (Shark Sundays!!! :D )

Technically I was supposed to post this earlier but I didn't lol oops-

Conservation Status: NEAR THREATENED

This cute guy here is a Lemon shark or Negaprion brevirostris! They get this name from their yellowish skin and yellow bellies but they can be anywhere from brown to olive colored. Lemon sharks are mostly native to the Atlantic Ocean and parts of the Pacific where they occupy coral keys, mangrove forests, bays and even docks. Most populations can be found in Gulf of Mexico, the West Indies, and the Caribbean.

They can grow up to 11 ft long which makes them one of the larger species of sharks but don't let their size scare you! These guys are mostly scavengers that hunt for food near sandy in-shore areas. Most of the lemon sharks diet consists of bony fish, crustaceans and stingrays although they occasionally snack on seabirds or smaller sharks. They hunt using electroreceptors on their nose, called ampullae de Lorenzini, which help them detect fish and other creatures, even buried in the sand.

(Remember, sharks don't have hands so they rely on their nose and mouth to explore the enviroment around them!)

Lemon sharks usually live in oceanic waters that are no deeper than 188 ft although some have been found in waters at depths of up to 300 ft. They are one of 43 sharks that can swim in freshwater but usually don't travel very far into these waters as they can't survive for long periods in them. If you see a lemon shark in freshwater, they're probably just there for a quick bite to eat before heading back to the ocean.

Fun Fact: Bull sharks are the only shark that can survive in both salt and fresh water! They're also one of the dumber sharks and will try to eat anything that fits in their mouths.

Despite how scary they look, lemon sharks are actually a favorite among divers and marine biologist because of their docile behavior! They rarely attack humans (As of 2011, researchers had found only 10 cases of lemon sharks attacking humans, and none of these cases were deadly), in fact, they are very shy and usually try to avoid us. Though if they do approach, they're usually just being curious and will bump you with their nose.

But my favorite thing about lemon Sharks? Once they get over their shyness, they LOVE getting belly rubs! They find the sensation very pleasant and will actively seek out the divers who pet them, even chasing other sharks away if they feel the diver’s giving them too much attention. Sometimes, if you rub their belly too much or if you stimulate the tiny sensory pores located on their snout, you can put them into something called tonic immobility.

Tonic immobility is a reflex that causes a temporary state of inactivity in an animal. Similar to hypnosis! Researchers aren't sure why sharks do this as it's usually thought to be a prey instinct so apex predators like sharks shouldn't have this. But most researchers have found that the sharks aren't stressed when they perform this behavior so it might just mean they're really relaxed! This is backed up by the fact that when in this state the shark’s muscles relax and their breathing becomes deep and rhythmic. Sharks usually enter tonic immobility in less than a minute and they can remain in this state for up to 15 minutes. It doesn't hurt them at all and researches use this to help subdue them.

Lemon sharks (like many other sharks) are imperative to keeping our reefs alive and healthy. Without them, we've already begun to see a major decline in coral reefs and seagrass beds. By taking these sharks out of the coral reef ecosystem, there's nothing to keep the larger predatory fish in check and they overfeed on the herbivores. With less herbivores, macroalgae expands and coral can no longer compete, shifting the ecosystem to one of algae dominance causing the reefs to eventually die out.

Now, back to lemon sharks and the most important fact I have about them: their conservation status.

Lemon sharks are considered to be near threatened. This means that they are likely to become endagered in the near future. This is because they are targeted by commercial and recreational fishermen primarily due to their highly prized fins. Their meat is also in high demand and is considered a delicacy in many areas. Further, the continuing destruction of their habitat has led to the severe decline of lemon shark populations.

But thankfully, there are steps already being taken to help protect these sweet sea puppies. The Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission prohibits the harvesting of lemon sharks in state waters. Any lemon shark that catches onto a hook is to be released immediately, either by removal of the hook from the shark or by cutting the shark free—whichever will release the shark quickest. Some countries are also slowly starting to put in protections for them as well.

You can also help! Many people view sharks as blood-thirsty monsters due to decades of slander campaigns and hollywood scare movies (I'm glaring at you Jaws). But we can change that view by showing the world just how beautiful and intelligent these creatures really are! The more informed people are about the sharks, the more we can do to help them. Just by reading this post and learning about lemon sharks, you're helping! Now, the next time you hear someone talking smack about sharks, you can smack them with some cool shark facts! Then hopefully with enough smacking, we can change how people see these lovely predators and get more support for their protection.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Idia Shroud Bloom Birthday Voice Lines

When Summoned: With robes dark as night, and these twinkling star accessories... I can't help get psyched 'cause it feels like I'm an RPG mage!

Summon Line: You're a real weirdo, coming to wish a happy birthday to an upperclassman from a different dorm... Meh, can't say I hate the thought though.

Groooovy!!: I def don't wanna eat it while wearing this outfit... I'll show you all what I can do!

Home: Class change successful!

Home Idle 1: Thanks to the serving robot that all my dormmates put together, I think our meals have gotten a bit more exciting. There's def still a ways to go, though.

Home Idle 2: When a mage's pointed hat is bent like this instead of straight up, it kinda gives a feel of "this guy knows what he's doing!"

Home Idle 3: Everyone's all excited for the party, or the food... What, have they forgotten who it is they're supposed to be celebrating?

Home Idle - Login: Birthdays are terrible for my heart. I got all these extroverts who usually just ignore me, trying to chat me up, so I can't relax one bit...

Home Idle - Groovy: Riddle-shi and I really lack any sort of common ground, but... I can appreciate that he's able to read the papers I write and understand them.

Home Tap 1: Oh, this palm rest is the exact same one I recommended to Crimson Muscle-shi. That's a crazy coincidence that I'd get one as a gift from Lilia-shi.

Home Tap 2: That was close, we almost were in danger of having an even larger party being thrown after this one. I'm sure Kalim-shi was just being 100% pure, though.

Home Tap 3: I can't believe he came out of his way to wish me a happy birthday... Think maybe Trey-shi's really the type who can't take a hint?

Home Tap 4: Don't you think this bouquet is waaaay more stylish than my actual image!? I'm worried the flowers will stand out more than me in this robe!

Home Tap 5: So, you think this outfit looks good on me... Ah, thanks, I guess. When you say that with that kind of carefree smile on your face, it just makes me want to run and hide.

Home Tap - Groovy: Oh, you brought me a cake. This is way too much for one person to eat, so take half... No, wait, take about 80% of it and eat it for yourself.

Duo: [IDIA]: Why is Riddle-shi actually here to celebrate me!? [RIDDLE]: This is my courtesy to you as your underclassman, Idia-senpai.

Birthday Login Message: Don't know how I feel about you celebrating my lifespan shortening by another year... Eh, guess I'll at least say thanks. Oh yeah, how 'bout you join our gaming tournament? The others in the dorm are setting one up. Ah, but don't you even think of trying to go easy on me just 'cause I'm the birthday boy. Doesn't matter what the game is, there's no way I'd lose to an amateur. So if you're going to play with us, come with all you got.

Requested by Anonymous.

[mytragedyperson]

Thoughts I had while reading TCF/LCF chapter 14

Well done Cale, you didn’t get beat up. One of the few times your plan actually works and you don’t get hurt. Also poor OG Cale. Getting beat up already suck but it was raining too? Now that’s just sad.

Also the start of his hoard of ancient powers because as mentioned Cale hoards pretty much everything, as he should

Oh the awkwardness that is the early days Henituse family. I don’t hate or dislike Deruth. Idk what the general consensus about him is. I don’t necessarily think he’s the best father ever but I also don’t think he’s the worst father ever. I think he tries his best but it’s hard. I don’t think anyone is solely at fault for the awkwardness in the family. Like it would be so easy to say it’s OG Cale’s fault or it’s Deruth’s fault but it’s not really that black and white. We know from the beginning that Deruth is at least trying from the way Ron tells Cale the master has been wanting to eat breakfast with him for a while. It’s one of the first things we hear in the novel, but it also seems he didn’t really try to intervene when Cale was acting like trash, except we get that information from the novel, which doesn’t even name the secret organisation tormenting everyone in the first 5 volumes. He doesn’t try to correct his manners, but really his manners aren’t that bad at least compared to OG Cale who calls the food trash and breaks stuff a lot. I do think he could be a worse father, but I also think he could be a better character so for now I’m fairly neutral towards him. I do think he’s trying to protect and care for Cale in his own way, he just doesn’t know how to do that, snd he may be worried that pushing too hard will cause Cale to leave altogether. Maybe my opinion will change as time goes by.

Similarly I don’t yet have much of an opinion on Violan. Some may say that, as the adult, she should be the one putting in the effort and trying to improve their relationship, but I feel like it’s already more awkward for step parents, especially in a case like this where the biological mother is dead, because you don’t want to try and force a relationship and you don’t want to seem like you’re trying to replace the biological parent. Again fairly neutral towards her, maybe that will change. I feel like it’s easy to tell that, in her own way, she does care for Cale, she just doesn’t know how to show that and I feel like that’s especially clear in the way she discusses the larger envoy and appearances. Yes, it’s partially about protecting the family’s image but it’s also her own way of looking out for Cale and protecting him from the nobles and politics of their world. Also this may be the first somewhat positive interaction they’ve ever had and she seems fairly happy with it.

Also it’s not really like Violan is wrong about the whole appearances matter thing, and Cale knows this better than most. He knows the reputation OG Cale has and uses that to his advantage while moving in secret. Just take the Black Dragon thing. He’s a trashy young master who was drinking early, got too drunk, and retired for the night early. He also uses this to smuggle Taylor and Cage into the capital, and to mess with the enemy. Cale is a master at using appearances to his advantage, so ifanyone would agree with Violan’s beliefs about appearance being important, especially to nobles, it’s Cale.

Another instance of him being kind/non-selfish, him not taking more servants. This ignores a few things. 1) he doesn’t have to help the Black Dragon at all, he could just pass through the village and be out of there before Raon even poses a threat. I know we’re all glad he didn’t do that but the point remains that he could’ve and, who knows, if he did that Raon may have even been able to still live. He was a beserk dragon so it may not have been a happy ending, and all the villagers would probably die, but Choi Han wouldn’t be there to kill them. Of course the secret organisation would’ve been hunting him then, but somehow I don’t think they’re beating a beserk dragon who hates people unless the white star himself does something but I could be wrong. As I said glad this didn’t happen. Raon deserves better than that but it was a possibility. 2) he claims not to care about people but so far all he’s done is care about people. And I know him not being able to watch people die is valid but, again, if his plan somehow fails or he doesn’t manage to free Raon, he knows what day it happens. I bet, if he’d been unable to save Raon for whatever reason, plan B would’ve been an evacuation. Idc what he says, he wasn’t letting those villagers die. Cale is a lot like Choi Han in that respect. He refuses to let people die if he can help it. of course he’d never admit this and would be horrified if anyone said it, but this trait, that he says is so admirable of Choi Han, is a trait that he also has but doesn’t notice. Remind you of anything? Like, maybe him admiring how open minded Choi Han is and how he befriends all the races, only to go on to befriend even more races than Choi Han did. That’s right, I’m calling Cale out for being exactly the thing he admires, because he continues to call himself selfish, lazy trash while being the opposite.

Honestly he isn’t fooling anyone. He can use as many words as he wants, at the end of the day, it’s very clear that he just doesn’t want people around him to get hurt, if he can prevent it. Oh I don’t care about people, I just don’t want to see them hurt in front of me or to be responsible for the people who get hurt. That’s so many words to say I care about people and son’t want them to get hurt.

Ok I get that he has a point about the responsibility of others being a burden, but it’s one that he actively takes on himself. If Raon did get free, that wouldn’t make him responsible. Just knowing about things doesn’t magically give you the ability to change or fix it. It would still be Neo Tolz’ responsibility and the Stan family’s responsibility. It’s their territory, their people. The Stans are smart enough to keep it in a different territory but arrogant enough to keep it mear people. They’re so sure that it won’t escape but it does, in every world it gets free, either by freeing itself or being freed. You can’t tame a dragon or keep it contained but they’re so arrogant, and as a result they put innocent people, the villagers, in danger, and they don’t even care, and why would they? It’s not the Stan’s territory so the consequences don’t affect them as much. God I hate them, I hate them so much.

The fact that Kim Rok Soo is taking more responsibility for events and people that are happening in an entirely different world and these complete monsters can’t even be bothered to pretend to care about the people they’re supposed to protect and leave. They are a waste of human life

Also I notice Cale is very big on eye contact. Every time he talks to someone he tries to make eye contact, and I love this because I feel like this is another sign that he sees them as equals. Now, I’m not saying people who don’t make eye contact don’t see others as equals, I get it, eye contact can be awkward. But it can also be poweful and a show of respect. First it’s almost vulnerable in a way and shows that you’re not hiding anything. The eyes are the window to the soul and by making eye contact he’s showing his emotions, showing he’s being honest, showin he understands. It also shows that he’s engaged with the conversation, he’s looking at them, he’s listening to them, he’s fully focused on them and the conversation. He wants to hear and understand their opinion and their point of view. It shows he cares about what they have to say but also that he wants them to hear what he has to say. He’s not distracted, he’s not interrupting, he’s listening and paying attention. Again, I’m not saying people who can’t or don’t make eye contact aren’t equally invested or whatever, I just feel like it’s another nice subtle way of showing that Cale respects people and sees him as equals. It’s also a good way for Cale to read others. The mouth and even the body can lie, but the eyes usually can’t. maybe it’s just because I was always taught that it was polite to look at people when you’re talking to them or they’re talking. Idk.

Ugh and art being the mirror to the soul is such a great statement. Whatever art you do, it’s usually a reflection of your emotions right. Sometimes that emotion is as simple as I like this thing or I felt like drawing this thing but there’s always some sort of emotion involved somewhere.

How happy they are that Cale and Violan are getting on. This is why I can’t feel negative towards Deuth or Violan.

Ah the information network. Funny to think that by the end of the novel Cale will have the best information network there is.

How surprised do you think they were that Cale actually read all the information? In the beginning everyone seemed shocked that Cale was reading and writing things down to the point that I would actually be offended but I kinda get it.

Honestly Deuth must’ve been pulling his hair out trying to keep up with Cale. He knows his son is responsible for some things, he just doesn’t know how, and Cale never actually explains, and then he somehow has to keep track of Cale leaving the territory for onre thing, to go to one place, only to be gone for weeks just traveling around the continents. And then he just retuens and is like hi I come baring new family members/allies, and also I’m moving to Harris village, and also we now have an alliance with this random group and access to this thing and we’re financing this, and Deuth is just there like wtf? He asks Hans, Hans is like idk. He asks Ron, Ron just smiles benignly. He asks Hilsman, Hilsman just gets a haunted look in his eye. Eventually he decides he’s better off not knowing and just accepts it.

Also I heard the manhwa dropped the ball when it came to the man eating tree so, is there any fanart of it? Specifically the transformation? Please it sounds so pretty, I need to see it. If anyone can point me towards someone who’s done fanart of this I’d appreciate it.

Oh my god the man eating tree is out of its goth/emo phase, good for the tree. Jk goths and emos are cool and their clothes are pretty.

Deruth: I heard an interesting rumor recently

Cale: don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious.

I’d say I’m sorry but I’m really not and if even one of you read that and heard it as a song my work here is done

I imagine sometimes Deruth will be trying to sleep and just as he’s about to drift off, he remembers the man-eating tree’s transformation and just gets lost internally debating what Cale did. No sleep is had on those nights as he considers the possibilities.

I mean, even when Cale does come back he doesn’t get to immediately become a couch potato, then he has like a month to laze around and then is back to being busy for weeks. That’s like one of the things Cale is bad at, being a couch potato

So I know this is a fantasy world and they’re nobles so rules are different but I just imagine 7 year old Lily Henituse, looking up at 18 year old Cale Henituse after he asks if she wants him to bring back a present. And he’s probably expecting her to ask for idk a doll or a teddy bear, idk what 7 year old little girls like but you know something fairly innocent and harmless. And she just completely earnestly looks up at him and says, with the most innocent expression possible “a sword”. That is simultaneously adorable, hilarious, and slightly terrifying, and maybe even a little bit badass. I wouldn’t normally recommend giving a child a sword but just for the mental image this provides I’d say she deserves it.

she’s so adorable. Lily must be protected at all costs. If anything bad happens to Lily I’m going to have no choice but to transmigrate into the novel and pull a Raon by just destroying everything.

Ok but Cale’s children grow up so spoiled.

And she’s so polite when she asks for a sword too. Fuck Cale. I want the story of Lily saving everyone with the power of cuteness, politeness, and this sword she found. Please and thank you.

Honestly the first real clue we get that Cale’s earth may not be the way we know it, other than his complete calmness about all of this, is probably the way he reacts to Lily asking for a sword. He doesn’t really react much after the initial shock and just agrees. Again I know it’s a fantasy world but Kim Rok Soo isn’t from this fantasy world, and I can only imagine it’s because, after the apocalypse or whatever on his earth that I only know anything about from fanfic, any kids that are still alive, probably not unusual to see them with some sort of weapon. And that also makes sense for Cale because he knows being young doesn’t mean you’ll be safe, he’s too used to kids being in danger.

And Basen seems like such a good brother. Like he’s so encouraging and supportive. I like Basen and Lily.

I love how supportive Basen and Cale are of Lily and how willing they are to take her and her dreams seriously? I can only imagine that a lot of people would hear that a 7 year old girl wants to be swordsman and just not take it seriously or make fun of her or think she’ll grow out of it or disapprove because “it’s not ladylike” and she’s supposed to be a noble. It’s so nice to see that Lily’s family supports her and doesn’t try to ridicule her or try to change her mind. They just accept it and accept her. God I love this story

And that must’ve felt so good for Lily, hearing that her brother who she hasn’t talked to much and thought didn’t like in her believes she can do it and is willing to support her.

And then you get Basen who just wants a fountain pen. I know that’s equally as valid but the difference in the present they want is funny to me and a nice gender switch of the roles I believe, having Basen be the one dealing with admin stuff and Lily the swordsman and protector. I love that.

Deputy Butler Hans really said because they’re my favourite and gave On and Hong the comfiest set. He’s so real for that

And thank God Hans didn’t see the poison fog because God knows Cale wouldn’t explain shit if he had.

Oh my god, I love the way this novel says do we want our characters to be cute or terrifying and the answer is always why not both. Cute and terrifying are not two separate things. Things and people can be both cute and terrifying at the same time.

I feel like there could be serious conversation about how paralysis is worse than death. It does depend on how you die. I also took this to mean full body paralysis, so alive but unable to move, speak, anything. And I do think personally to me that would be worse than death. That might just be me idk.

Good, On and Hong deserve all the praise and also all the happiness and all the hugs and pats and affection, just everything good basically.

Another day, another reason I love Hans. Of course most of those reasons are related to the cat tribe siblings but I stand by what I said.

Everyone but Hans knowing something is great and should become the running joke of the series. Even Hilsman should know before him, Hans should be the last to know everything, if just to protect his innocence and give Hans plausible deniability.

Ah Choi Han and Cale. One of the best bromances to ever bromance. Choi Han is the true ride or die

I guess it makes sense that Choi Han wouldn’t call Cale young master because physically he’s younger than him. I feel like that would be awkward, calling someone older than you young master. Also I know nothing about ‘nim’ except that it shows respect but it could also be slightly more equal? I honestly don’t know. If I’m wrong about what some of this means, please tell me.

What is a persimmon? Is it a fruit? I know it’s a real thing and probably a food but that’s all I know. One sec. ok it is a fruit. Is it any good? Are they bitter? I’m guessing they’re not supposed to be

Gotta agree with Cale on this one. There is very little reason for Choi Han to be in the same carriage. That would probably limit movement anyway if someone managed to get through to the carriage to attack Cale. Much more logical to protect the carriage from outside, more room and you can prevent them getting to Cale in the first place.

Cale really speedrun? Speedran? Cale’s character development from the book huh? Good for him.

Ok I get that Choi Han was hiding his full strength but he still beat the Knight’s Brigade or members of it so I still don’t really understand why you’d try to mess with/look down on him.

Cale letting Choi Han deal with Hilsman and the knights on his own is actually a really good move. He could intervene but this is more likely to just cause more resentment. Choi Han needs to prove himself and honestly probably doesn’t want Cale to do anything anyway. You go Choi Han. Get him

No, in all seriousness, I actually don’t mind Hilsman. I don’t dislike him or anything but I do think at this point he could stand to learn a thing or two about looking down on people and underestimating them and Choi Han is the perfect example of why you shouldn’t underestimate him. So is Cale but this isn’t really about him at the minute. This also pushes Hilsman to grow, as a knight and as a person, and encourages the other knights too, in a way that Cale couldn’t. another thing Cale didn’t mean to have happen but did. And all because he chose to take Choi Han to the capital. Butterfly effect: now the knights are stronger and know not to underestimate people.

Hans’ concern for Choi Han is really sweet and we again get to see the trust he has in Cale since he takes the issue to him and seemingly trusts him to deal with it.

Hans: I think Choi Han is being bullied

Cale: really? By who?

Hans: the vice captain

Cale: poor guy

Hans: yeah it sucks that he’s doing this to Choi Han

Cale: I meant the Vice Captain. Poor vice captain

Hans: visibly confused

Similar energy to call the ambulance but not for me, you know.

Also love Cale just not caring. Just he’ll be fine probably and goes about his day,

Ah yes, Cale’s envoy. You know, despite his preference and attempts, that envoy never actually seems to decrease. It just seems to get bigger.

Oh these poor bandits. They chose the wrong carriage on the wrong day. The lesson here: don’t be a bandit or, if you are a bandit, don’t try to steal from Cale Henituse. In fact that may just be a lesson/rule in general.

I’m sorry if you, as a bandit, attack a carriage, and the people on the carriage don’t even bother to look out the window at you, to even feign concern, that’s probably a sign you should run.

Even Hong thinks you’re an amateur and he’s like 8 at this point. Get out of here. Can’t even scare an 8 year old, no one is phased.

He’s also way too good at just ignoring screams of terror and pain, which is kinda sad if you think about it too long

[chaifootsteps]

Isn't it funny how Vivzie's interpretation of gluttony, described in Christianity as literally overeating to the point that the lower class starves (basically just generic corporate cat #47), is another one of her hourglass figure women, but the sin of greed is fat...? I feel like gluttony would have done better as that, 'fatphobia' aside, since Vivzie seems fine using Heaven and Hell which is often associated with Christianity.

I do have my own interpretation of the Gluttony ring which is still a WIP, but I took the eating and 'lord of the flies' aspect (as well as ULTRAKILL's Gluttony) to the max.

I think the first layers of Gluttony would be maybe bright and colourful similar to the show, since I would also like to include overindulgence in drugs and the like-these often bring feelings of ecstacy and joy at first.

As you go deeper, however, things begin to smell worse. The walls start to resemble rotting food and flesh, the whole place is full of flies and their respective larval forms.

As well as that, almost all of the hellborns are riddled with weird, pulsating tumours, and also look much more like flies as well as maggots. Sinners usually look more like trypophobia-inducing masses of skin, fat, and a face with a miserable expression that barely move except to eat, hardly recognizable as demons or even living at all.

There are hardly any children here, and when you see any they are often large maggots, feasting endlessly on the rotting walls.

Deeper and deeper, sinners are less so lower class addicts and overeaters, and more of them are corporate monsters, even larger than previous ones, with even more tumours and hundreds of layers of rotting, yellow fat with just as many maggots as the walls at this point. They hardly even resemble sinners anymore, but rather masses of fat that exist only to consume.

Although that might convince you that they simply ate too much in their lives on Earth, the truth is many of the corporate sinners indulged in more than just food, and stopped at nothing to consume money, treasures, anything they could. This does include overeating, but there are much darker sides to what they did.

At the center is Beelzebub. I imagine, instead of Vivzie's version (sparkledog? seriously?) this one is similar to the previous sinners, but resembles a mix of a termite queen and a fly. Although she has no set gender, I refer to her with feminine pronouns for convenience.

Her abdomen is constantly pulsating and forming offspring. She is endlessly laying eggs, which are tended to her by worker flies (i know flies don't form colonies like termites but who cares). These hatch into the same maggots as above, and then become the worker flies that tend to the eggs and Beelzebub.

Back at the top of the ring, where things are bright and bubbly, hellhounds are most prevalent and other hellborns resemble candies. They do also have bug aspects, which mostly sticks to an exoskeleton-esque outer layer, wings, and 6 legs. These hellborns also influence demons from other rings to indulge more and more, eating and drinking and everything possible, which causes them to begin to become those tumour-infested zombies from the lower layers. Demons of the Gluttony ring have more resistance to this but they are not safe either.

Some of this was made on the spot so I'm sorry for any mistakes but I've also planned this out (mostly the fleshy parts) across the span of a couple days. As well as that, I'm not an expert in demonology but I have done some amounts of reading.

I also definitely was inspired by Heaven Pierce Her's 'Guts', which also plays during the first level of Gluttony in ULTRAKILL and can be found here: https://youtu.be/0oKVuDnNX-4?si=gNVrzLxLhEcUQrGp

Oh, that's creepy as fuck and I like it a lot!

[aishangotome]

Minamoto no Yoshitsune: Chapter 4

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Read Chapter 3 here.

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Yoritomo: I’m the man who tried to kill his own brother.

A shiver ran down my spine, and at the same time, I felt like something was connecting in my head…

(Ah…!)

Yoshitsune: —Contradictions exist within everyone.

Yoshitsune: There is only one person I know who can cut that down.

(Maybe…)

(Could it be that Yoshitsune-sama was talking about Yoritomo-sama...?)

Yoritomo: Well then. Shall we end the conversation here? I'll inform Kagetoki about the job.

Yoshino: Ah, yes...! Thank you very much.

I stopped my thoughts, which probably wouldn't lead to an answer, and bowed to Yoritomo-sama.

(In any case, I feel like I've made some progress.)

-

Thus, my new life gradually changes its colors...

Kagetoki: Yoshino, please check and sort these scrolls as I taught you yesterday.

Yoshino: Understood!

(I'll do my best to help today too.)

Following Kagetoki-san's instructions, who is mainly responsible for the shogunate's internal affairs, I've been doing simple chores like organizing documents and taking minutes of meetings for the past few days.

(If I make a mistake, Kagetoki-san will calmly question the cause, so I have to be careful!)

I spread the scroll on the desk with a bit of nervousness.

The scroll I was given was a record of the calculations for the necessary troops and provisions for the battle with Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshino: We need this much food...

Kagetoki-san, who was sitting across from me, reacted to my murmured words.

Kagetoki: This battle will be larger than ever before.

Kagetoki: We need to gather them from various places and prepare them in abundance.

(Even so, I'm surprised that they've calculated everything down to such detail.)

The scroll also detailed the number of soldiers needed to transport the provisions.

(Just to transport the provisions, this many people are needed!)

Yoshino: It must be really tough to fight a war.

Kagetoki: Of course it is. It's not just about fighting.

Kagetoki: If we run out of provisions on the way, the lives of the soldiers will be in danger.

Kagetoki: We need to secure the routes and personnel for transporting provisions, and then build our tactics based on that.

Kagetoki: Naturally, we also need information about the enemy.

Yoshino: ...It's like the battle starts from the preparation stage...

Kagetoki: Yes. There's no room for delays or misjudgments.

(I see, even one mistake could cost many lives...)

Kagetoki-san's words, which always sound harsh, seem to take on a different meaning when I hear these kinds of stories.

(Kagetoki-san doesn't compromise because he thinks so deeply about the shogunate.)

Kagetoki: What is it? Why are you staring at me?

Yoshino: N-no.. it's nothing. I'll let you know when I'm done.

I hurriedly returned my gaze to the scroll and started working.

About an hour later...

Morinaga: Hey, you're working hard.

Tamamo: I brought you a reward.

Yoshino: Ah, Morinaga-san! And Tamamo too.

(They came to check on me...!)

Tamamo and Morinaga-san visited me, carrying a furoshiki bundle in their hands.

Kagetoki-san, still looking at the scroll, replied to them.

Kagetoki: Eating and drinking in the archives is prohibited.

Tamamo: Don't be so stiff. I had the best shops in Kamakura make these sweets.

Yoshino: Eh, you had them made...? Tamamo did?

Tamamo: I asked my favorite shop. I thought I'd let you try them too.

Yoshino: You already have a favorite shop!?

(Even though you haven't been in Kamakura for long.)

Tamamo: Building a foundation is essential for a fun life.

Tamamo: Sweet shops, restaurants, kimono shops... Oh, and recently I've made more acquaintances at gambling dens too.

Yoshino: Even gambling dens...?

(His range is too wide!)

Kagetoki: Morinaga, the gambling den was your doing, wasn't it?

Kagetoki: Refrain from taking an already suspicious creature to a suspicious place.

Tamamo: How rude to call this nine-tailed fox a suspicious creature.

Morinaga-san laughed nonchalantly next to Tamamo.

Morinaga: Tamamo is a good gambler, and it's fun to take him along.

Tamamo: Morinaga is also surprisingly strong, despite his fluffy appearance.

(Morinaga-san is good at gambling. It's surprising, but somehow I can imagine it...)

Kagetoki: You two are a troublesome combination.

Kagetoki-san said flatly, moving the scroll from the desk.

Kagetoki: Well, if the offering is sweets, I'll accept them. Bring them out.

Kagetoki: Yoshino, let's take a break.

(Huh? He said 'eating and drinking in the archives is prohibited' earlier.)

Yoshino: Do you like sweets?

Tamamo: The epitome of unexpectedness. Your personality should be more suited to savory foods.

Kagetoki: I don't particularly like them.

Kagetoki: Sweets enhance brain function. Consuming them is a result of prioritizing work efficiency.

Yoshino: That's your reason!?

Kagetoki-san continues to speak with a straight face.

(He's serious. It's very much like him...)

Kagetoki: Since we're at it, I'll bring out the ones I carry with me too.

(What is this...!?)

A mountain of tsubaki mochi (camellia rice cakes) appeared from the opened furoshiki cloth.

Kagetoki-san calmly piled them up on the desk.

Yoshino: Oh, isn't that too much?

Kagetoki: This is normal.

(...Is it really?)

Kagetoki: Since we're stopping work, it's better to take in sugar all at once.

Yoshino: Huh?

Tamamo: Who can eat this much tsubaki mochi?

Tamamo complained while sitting down next to Morinaga-san.

Kagetoki: You're a luxurious fox. If you insist, I don't mind sharing my mizuame (starch syrup) with you.

Tamamo: ...Oh? What do you want me to do with mizuame?

Tamamo narrowed his eyes, unusually wary.

Kagetoki: Eating it with mizuame will increase the sweetness even more. The taste will also change, so you won't get tired of eating it, right?

Yoshino: What an extreme idea...!

Morinaga: That's Kagetoki for you.

(The way he dismisses it with a single word, Morinaga-san is quite easygoing...)

Tamamo: Kagetoki, you... don't put mizuame on my sweets, absolutely not.

As Tamamo was admonishing Kagetoki-san while taking out the contents of his furoshiki, footsteps approached.

Shigehira: What are you all doing here?

(Shigehira-san!)

Tamamo: Oh, Shigehira. Did the smell lure you here?

Shigehira: What smell? I just came to return the book I borrowed...

Shigehira, holding books under his arm, looked at the desk and opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Shigehira: ...What's with that mountain of tsubaki mochi!?

(Ah, a good reaction... I knew it.)

Morinaga: It's Kagetoki's.

Shigehira: Ah, the usual... as always, prioritizing efficiency.

Kagetoki: You came at the right time, Shigehira. Let's give you some too.

Shigehira: No, I'm working, so I'm fine...

Morinaga: Come on, come on. Take a break, take a break.

Shigehira: W-wait...

Morinaga-san, with a smiling face, put his hands on Shigehira's shoulders and forcibly made him sit down.

Tamamo: Shigehira, we have sweets here too.

Morinaga: You can eat as much as you like.

Shigehira: Please stop talking to me like I'm a child.

Shigehira-san, trapped between the two, sighed in resignation.

Our eyes met, and he gave me a slightly annoyed look.

Shigehira: Just so you know, I didn't bring any sweets as a gift.

Yoshino: It's okay, don't worry about it!

(That's what you're concerned about? You're so serious and conscientious...)

Tamamo: Well then, let's eat.

Yoshino: Yes! Let's dig in.

The sweets Tamamo and the others had prepared were kinton (sweet mashed chestnut).

My face naturally brightened at the sight of the many tsubaki mochi and kinton.

(They both look delicious!)

I took a bite of a tsubaki mochi, and a gentle sweetness filled my mouth.

Yoshino: This is so delicious!

Kagetoki: Is that so? I get them from the closest shop to the Imperial Palace, so if you like them, it's easy to get more.

Yoshino: Even the location of the shop is rational...

(He's thorough.)

As I admired him, Tamamo offered me a plate.

Tamamo: Yoshino, you should try my recommendation too.

Tamamo: This kinton is made by a craftsman with decades of experience using the finest ingredients.

Yoshino: Thank you! I'll try the kinton now...

Yoshino: Wow, what an elegant taste!

Tamamo: Right? That shop makes other fine sweets too.

Yoshino: Wow... Tamamo, you're a yokai fox, but you're quite the gourmet.

Tamamo: I don't need nutrition like humans, but... food is my entertainment.

Tamamo: Delicious food pleases my tongue.

Tamamo: I'll take you there sometime, Yoshino.

Yoshino: Really? I'm looking forward to it!

(I've heard Kamakura is a lively town, I'd like to see it too!)

Yoshino: Even so... Tamamo, you're amazing, you've already settled into life in Kamakura so well.

Tamamo tilted his head at my words, which were tinged with envy.

Tamamo: But I hear you're often talked about among the samurai.

Yoshino: Eh? Why?

Morinaga: Ah. It's because you've been treating their injuries after training recently, right?

(I have been doing that as part of my work at the Imperial Palace...)

I blinked in surprise.

Shigehira: ...I heard that at the training grounds, they're fighting over who gets treated by you first.

Yoshino: W-what?

(I had no idea...!)

Kagetoki: What a pointless competition.

Morinaga: It's a group of men, after all. Girls have never approached the training grounds before.

Morinaga: Well... if they want to be treated that badly, it means I can be stricter with them, right?

Yoshino: ...Morinaga-san, your smile is a bit scary.

(Morinaga-san''s training is really merciless... even though he's usually so kind.)

Yoshino: But, even if they want to be treated, there's only so much I can do, and I haven't done anything major.

Tamamo: But I'm sure the orders for medicine within the Imperial Palace have increased, haven't they?

Yoshino: Yes, little by little...

Thankfully, I've made more acquaintances while working at the Imperial Palace, and they call on me when they need medicine.

(I'll have to wait until I break my contract with Tamamo to open my own shop, but...)

(I'm so happy to be able to work as a pharmacist like this!)

Shigehira: Even so...

Shigehira-kun glanced at me while eating tsubaki mochi.

Shigehira: It's a big deal just to go to war, but it's crazy to volunteer to be worked hard like that.

Yoshino: I-is that so?

Shigehira: I can't understand it.

Shigehira: Even though you took on the pharmacist job yourself... Kagetoki-san also readily gave you work.

Kagetoki: Unfortunately, I'm the type to use anything that's available.

Morinaga-san rested his cheek on his hand and looked at Kagetoki-san with amusement.

Morinaga: So, how is it? How is Yoshino's work?

Kagetoki: Well...

(Uh...)

I flinched as his gaze pierced through his glasses.

(Especially when I first started, I didn't know the ropes and caused Kagetoki-san a lot of trouble...)

Kagetoki: Since she hasn't run away, it seems she at least has guts.

Tamamo and Shigehira: .....

Yoshino: Huh?

Morinaga: Many vassals have their spirits broken by Kagetoki's strictness.

Kagetoki: She doesn't particularly excel at anything, but she seems to have good discipline.

Tamamo: Hey, can't you praise her a little more properly?

Morinaga: No. It's rare for Kagetoki to say this much.

(Oh... I guess I can take that as a small sign of approval...)

Yoshino: Thank you very much, Kagetoki-san!

Kagetoki: I don't recall doing anything deserving of thanks. I'll continue to work you hard, so be prepared.

Yoshino: ...I'll do my best, so please go easy on me.

Even as I replied, a warmth spread through my chest.

(I hope I can gradually get to know the people of the shogunate like this.)

Even though I've only helped out a little, I'm starting to understand how the samurai are approaching the battle with conviction.

Shigehira: Hmm...

Tamamo: Good for you, Shigehira.

Shigehira: Huh?

Tamamo: You came to check on Yoshino, worried that Kagetoki might be bullying her, didn't you?

Shigehira: ...

(What does that mean?)

Tamamo: You said it earlier, right? That you came to return a book.

Shigehira: Yes, and then I just happened to find everyone here.

Tamamo: Is that so? But you seemed to be looking for Yoshino earlier.

(He's lying!?)

Shigehira: You were watching!? ...It's not like that, it's just Tamamo's imagination.

Morinaga: Shigehira is so cute.

Shigehira: Stop with the malicious jokes... ugh!

(W-wait...)

Morinaga-san shoved a tsubaki mochi into Shigehira-san's mouth as he was about to retort.

Morinaga: Now, now, now. Here, have a sweet and calm down.

Shigehira: Mmm...

Shigehira-san glared at Morinaga-san with a resentful look, perhaps because his mouth was full.

Yoshino: S-Shigehira-san, are you alright? Do you need some tea?

Shigehira: ...Being kind won't make me approve of you.

Yoshino: I'm not thinking about that. But...

(If what Tamamo said is true, I want to thank him properly.)

I turned to Shigehira-san and bowed my head.

Yoshino: Thank you for your concern.

Yoshino: I accepted the job at the Imperial Palace for my own reasons, and I haven't achieved any real results yet...

Yoshino: But recently, I feel like I've gotten closer to everyone through my work, and I'm happy about that.

Shigehira: ...Oh, really.

Yoshino: Yes!

I'm probably not mistaken that Shigehira-san's ears, turned away from me, are slightly flushed.

Tamamo: You've become quite positive.

--CHOICES--

I hope so

I do not think so?

Not yet

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Yoshino: I hope so.

(I feel like my thoughts are gradually settling.)

(If it were now... could I have given a different answer than before?)

(But...)

Ironically, it was Yoshitsune-sama, my greatest enemy, who gave me the opportunity to change.

(The next time we meet will be on the battlefield. I need to make up my mind before then.)

Such days continued...

-

As I was walking down the corridor after finishing some work, I passed by some maids.

Maid 1: Are you going to the festival later?

Maid 2: Of course! I was invited by someone I've been interested in, so I'm really looking forward to it.

(The festival... Oh right, it's being held in town today.)

(I don't have anything to do after this, maybe I'll go.)

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(Wow...!)

I walked through the evening streets of Kamakura, listening to the festival music.

Lanterns were hung from the eaves, and the stalls were bustling with people.

(It's fun just walking around like this.)

(I wanted to invite others too, but...)

(I decided on the spur of the moment, so I couldn't.)

(Everyone is probably busy preparing for the war anyway.)

As I walked, the smell of food from the stalls tickled my nose.

(I haven't had dinner yet, maybe I'll buy something. Let's check out the different stalls!)

After browsing a few stalls, I bought some dango (rice dumplings).

(I'm a little tired.)

While avoiding the crowds, I somehow ended up behind the shrine.

(It's a bit scary because there's no one around...)

As I tried to hurry back...

Samurai 1: Hey, hey, are you alone, miss?

Samurai 2: It's a lonely festival to be alone, right? We'll play with you.

(Who are these people...?)

Suddenly, I was surrounded by several men who had called out to me from the darkness with rough voices.

(They have swords at their waists, and judging by their appearance, they're probably ronin...)

Samurai 3: We just arrived in Kamakura tonight, so we don't have anyone to play with either.

(Oh no, what should I do...?)

Yoshino: Excuse me... I'm with someone.

I lightly bowed my head and tried to pass by, but...

Samurai 1: Don't be so scared, okay?

Samurai 2: Being alone in a place like this, you must have been expecting something, right?

Yoshino: No...

My arm was roughly grabbed and pulled towards them.

Yoshino: Let me go!

I tried to shake them off, but they wouldn't budge.

Samurai 2: Relax. We'll be gentle.

Yoshino: No, someone, please...

Just as I was about to be dragged into the bushes...

???: It's quite sinful to take advantage of a woman at a festival.

A calm voice echoed from somewhere.

(Huh?)

Samurai 1: Who's there!?

The next moment, someone jumped down from a tree.

???: This way.

Yoshino: Ah...

My arm was quickly pulled, and I bumped into the person's chest.

I looked up in confusion, but...

(A fox mask...?)

The man wearing a fox mask distanced himself from the ronin and stepped forward, shielding me.

Samurai 1: W-Who are you!?

???: I'm no one worth mentioning.

Samurai 2: Don't mess with us! Give us back the woman!

Yoshino: Watch out!

The ronin, their eyes gleaming, drew their sword in unison and lunged at the man.

(Eek...!)

???: If you insist on attacking, I have no choice.

???: --Prepare yourselves.

With a flash as he gripped the hilt of his sword...

Samurai 1: "Gah..."

In an instant, several swords were knocked away.

Yoshino: No way...

(T-This fierce swordsmanship... I remember it.)

(Not just that, but the voice I've been hearing...)

(It can't be... but...)

As the stunned ronin slowly backed away, the man in the fox mask stepped forward.

Samurai 2: R-Retreat!

One of them shouted, and they all started running away.

After watching them leave, the man in the fox mask silently turned his back to me.

(Ah, he's leaving!)

Yoshino: U-Um...

Yoshino: Yoshitsune-sama...?

???: ...

When I called out to him hesitantly, the man turned around and removed his mask...

Yoshitsune: How did you know?

He tilted his head in wonder.

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Chapter 5

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[sugar-softies]

It's nerd ass min.ecraft feedism time again so shut up and listen to the headcanons I and my partner have crafted through roleplay and philosophical discussion

Before the zombie virus outbreak, piglins living in the overworld tended to adhere more to overworld sizes. When visiting relatives in the nether there was always a lot of "*touches abs* who did this to you? It's okay you'll never be hurt again."

After the zombie virus cure when overworld tourism gives piglins a chance to explore a world where acquiring food is ten times easier, tourists very often have a hard time fitting back through the portal home. It's not uncommon to see piglins waiting around portal hubs looking to hook up with a super sized hog. Restaurants have lost furniture and doorways but piglins pay in gold and tip generously which more than makes up for any damages.

Similarly though, other species that come stay with piglins find themselves gaining weight faster than they ever thought possible, and often end up sleeping off big feasts where they just couldn't deny themself one more bite over and over because of how good the food was and how encouraged they were to eat

Endermen have so much trouble gaining weight their natural body type is just thin as a rail, fat endermen are rare but absolutely gorgeous and a true sign of a dedicated eater and hedonist since it takes a hell of a lot of eating and not moving for them to get that big

Phantoms (based off the origin mod, think bipedal humanoid, check the mod about the hunger thing it's true) lose hunger when they use their powers and since they can't go out in the sun without being invisible that means if they want to interact with larger society they're using their powers a lot. They store fat and lose fat super easily since it's essentially their power source, their stomachs can stretch basically indefinitely so they can store as much food as possible, and they have been known to unhinge their jaws to accommodate larger bites. A happy phantom is a phantom with a stretched stomach weighed down by pounds of food and plush layers of fat making moving even harder

Slimes can slip down your throat and weigh heavily in your stomach. They can also take advantage of being inside you to trigger pleasure centers or cause your body to move, they can reshape themselves into handcuffs and lift your body into the air and... etc, I don't usually write about straight up sex here so I won't go into detail about the stuff I've written slime doing in private just yet

There are certain unofficial potion recipes out there that can:

- temporarily dull your mind more than any high or drunken state, making you feel warm and stupid and amused by everything

- increase fertility to an amazing degree

- swell a stomach with carbonation or slime

- increase hunger

- work as aphrodisiacs. Lots of people enjoy mixing this one with one of the above

Okay that's all the horny autism I have for now enjoy

[crevicedwelling]

I asked before but I think my ask disappeared, what are your tips for breeding isopods? Specifically, how do you keep your many many cups of isopods? What do they need to be happy in such a small space? (Specifically Armadillidium vulgare and Porcellio scaber)

I'm hoping to breed some of my current colony as I've been getting some interesting morphs (namely that orange one I sent in a while ago), and Australia isn't really somewhere where colour morphs are available - so I want to establish a hobbyist business in it to give other people interesting colour morphs here

Also if I can get them breeding I'm thinking of naming this colour morph "Phoenix"

here is a typical 1/2qt cup setup: ventilated lid, a top layer of leaves to eat, enough bark hides to cover the floor, compacted soil that can’t be burrowed in easily. I offer chunks of vegetable and cuttlebone for nutrients, they’ll get whittled down over time and need to be replaced when eaten or molding. I also put in a reasonable amount of ~40% protein fish food every few days; it will mold if not eaten, so I only feed as much as they can eat in a night.

as for amount of isopods, it’s a balance between the size of the cup, the surface area the bark can provide, and the size of the isopod. stacking bark can double the amount of available space, since most isopods will cling to bark rather than burrow. these young A. klugii are just about overpopulated after their last molt caused a very sudden growth spurt. I’ll probably be moving them to a tub in a couple days—cups really only work for about a year or less before you’ll need to move them to something larger.

here’s one of my tiny cups for baby broods or a single pair of adults. pretty much the same as the above, just on a smaller scale. I’ve probably got another couple weeks with these ~40 albino Armadillidium nasatum before I should move them to a 1/4qt cup. these tiny cups don’t last long at all, but they’re convenient for monitoring isopod morphs for the first few weeks of life.

my reason for using compact soil is so that the substrate can be re-used. isopod poop will gather in a layer on the top, and is easily swept out with a paintbrush or water, leaving behind a clean floor (of course, be mindful of disease when re-using substrate!). in a cup setup, Porcellio & most other clinger/runner type isopods are fine on flat, hard dirt, and the frass layer is good enough for them to burrow in. Armadillidium tend to burrow deeper, so on top of their compact dirt I add a layer of loose granular dirt, gravel, or bark—composition isn’t important, but it gives them a place to nestle without digging up the compact part.

I’ve swept some of the grit to the side to expose the compact dirt here. the babies will live in this and the adults may choose to make burrows to molt here.

the gritty layer can be sifted of frass and then re-used. of course, the compact dirt and the grit layer eventually ought to be changed out, but you can get a long lifespan out of them like this because they don’t get saturated with old frass like an entirely loose substrate would.

good luck with your projects! looking forward to updates on “Phoenix”

[literary-eclair]

How the Fellowship would eat (First) breakfast

(This is my very first post in this Fandom and on Tumblr, so forgive me if I make any errors)

Sam: Cooking everything for everyone (obviously). Prioritizes getting Frodo, Pippin, and Merry fed because he knows everyone else can take care of themselves. Once he’s finished cooking for the other Hobbits, he settles down in a quiet corner by himself to enjoy some nice taters (or po-tay-toes if you will) and eggs and bacon.

Frodo: Eats quietly, whatever Sam makes. Usually spends his meal quietly and staring off in the distance, or fooling around with Merry and Pippin. Back in the Shire he would enjoy the meal outside under his favorite tree with a book on his lap.

Merry and Pippin: FOOD FIGHTS ALL THE WAY. Causes so much shenanigans that everyone starts chucking apples at them (like Aragorn in the first movie), and then they start throwing back. Occasionally can corrupt Frodo. Did the same back in the Shire, just through Second Breakfast, Elevensies, all the meals really. Aragorn: Always alert. Eats almost in rations so he always has time to draw out his sword or scout while the others are still eating (prefers to eat while walking). Always eats nutritious traveling stuff like apples, cheese, lembas, etc. Occasionally will make oatmeal but always rushes it so it’s more oat than an actually cooked meal. Has done this ever since he joined the Dunedain. Once he becomes king, he and Arwen hold hands basically through the entire meal. He never wants to let go.

Legolas: Eats literally like a bird - in small portions throughout the day. A bite of lembas here, an apple there, and he’s just about good. Likes trees better than eating. At feasts he will eat a comparatively larger portion, but still not as much as you’d think. Gimli keeps worrying about him not eating enough. Gimli: Loves a hearty breakfast - think eggs, bacon, sausages - but won’t cook it for himself unless he thinks time that day is adequate. Loves hot sauce with his eggs. Boromir: Will eat whatever Sam can spare for him, or will just stick to lembas. He won’t risk exposing his horrid cooking skills.

Gandalf: He just eats when he feels like it. No one questions him making a breakfast sandwich in the middle of the night (or no one dares to).

[angelasscribbles]

About that Tumblr Bullying

I know I said I was going to do a whole call out post about the bullying that happened to me. Complete with receipts. But a funny thing happened after I posted my little preview post yesterday. My DM’s blew the fuck up with people reaching out to me with, support yes but also, and unfortunately, their own stories of having been bullied. Like a lot of people.

That got me thinking, what happened to me is a drop in the bucket. This problem is much more prevalent than I ever would have thought and that is so disappointing and unfortunate. This is supposed to be fun. Grown adults are not supposed to act this way.

A hate post was made about me, and I was, in fact, clueless to its existence until my little anon friend gave me the heads up. A move that seemed desperate for my attention. I have decided not to give it to them. I have decided that they don’t get any more of my time, attention or energy.

I want to focus, instead, on those being bullied. Because this issue is way larger than just me. I can handle it. I have been through some shit in my life and come through it with flying colors. A little Tumblr hate isn’t about to break me. But I know not everyone has the same level of resilience, not everyone is in a good place, not everyone has a good support system filled with loving, supportive people. I know there are people out there struggling with depression, anxiety, grief, stress, and worse. I know there are people for whom toxic internet bullying could cause a major mental health crisis, or set off a depressive episode or hell, even just seriously mess with their self esteem. My inbox is full of stories of writers doubting themselves, their writing, their worth as a human being because of the atrocious things said to them (way worse than what was said about me).

I  want to do a couple of things here. The first is simply to let each and every one of you know that you are worthy. I know my platform isn’t that large, I’m no one special, but to those this does reach, I want to tell you that you do matter! You are worthwhile!

Secondly, I’d like to remind you that you own no one anything, not your time, not your attention, not a response to their messages, not an acknowledgement of their complaints (real or imagined). Literally, nothing.

My advice?

Surround yourself with positive people. Block the negative ones. You lose nothing by cutting toxic people out. Out of your Tumblr feed, out of your Facebook feed or even out of your real life. Sometimes, blocking and moving on with your life is self-care. There are people who thrive on drama and negativity. They can’t live without it, they feed on it. Don’t feed them. Cut off their access to you. Save your energy for those that make you smile, those that see the beauty in you (even when you don’t see it yourself).

When you have the energy/spoons for it, pay it forward every chance you get. Give compliments, prop up other people. You never know when that compliment might be the thing that turns an otherwise dull day into a bright one. And bonus, you’ll feel good about it too! I believe that what we put out in the universe comes back to us. So, send positivity out there every chance you get.

Engage in aggressive self-care. Block out time for yourself. Do the things that you enjoy, eat the foods that you love, allow yourself time to watch that TV show that makes you happy, even if the laundry isn’t done. Take a hot bath, go for a long walk (if you’re able), draw, write, paint, do whatever it is that feeds your soul. And don’t apologize for it, or feel guilty for doing it. Your happiness counts. You count!

If you are struggling, please reach out to someone, talk, tell someone. Don’t keep it all inside, let it out. I know that can be hard sometimes, but it’s crucial for healing. And let’s face it, most of us have unresolved trauma of some sort or another.

The last thing I want to do here is give a little practical advice. I want to offer some tips for how to lock down your account to better protect yourself against being blindsided by anon hate. Here they are:

This is the most obvious one. Turn off anonymous asks. To do this, go to “Account” (little gear icon in upper right hand corner on mobile) and scroll down to “Allow anonymous asks” and toggle it off. <- I did this, because I had witnessed others getting anon hate. I thought it was enough. It wasn’t. Someone determined to stalk, bully and harass you will find another way. So keep reading.

Take away the ability for an anonymous, fake, blog to message you. Yes, you can make it so that only blogs you follow can DM you. To do this, go to “Account” and click on “Account settings” then click on “Messaging”, here you can choose who can message you, pick “only Tumblrs you follow can message”. <- Wish I had known that sooner. Never occurred to me that someone would make an entire fake blog just to send me hate.

Next, if you want, you can limit who may comment on your posts. Go to “Account” then to “Account settings” and click on “Replies” choose “only Tumblrs you follow can reply” <- This is tricky for me, because the whole point of Tumblr is interacting with new people/content. But if you are being stalked, harassed and/or bullied, I would recommend taking this extra step.

This is just a privacy issue, but if you don’t want others to know when you’re active, go to “Account” then “Account Settings” and click on “Privacy”. You can toggle to turn off “Let others see that you’re active”<- Not really going to keep anyone from bullying you, but if you have anxiety about people being mad if you don’t respond when they can see that you are active, then it’s a good thing to deactivate.

If you’ve taken the above steps, then you are safe from anon hate in your asks, your inbox and the comment sections of your posts. <- someone can still create a fake blog and make a nasty comment in a reblog of your post, but at least they have to show their nastiness publicly.   

If anyone has more tips that I’ve missed, please respond with a comment or reblog and let us all know!

I’m going to leave you with this little gem. No Time for Toxic People by Imagine Dragons. Lyrics are under the cut.

Lyrics:

The way they look at me, I know exactly What they talk about when I'm not around Got no time for that, as a matter of fact Every day's my birthday, oh, I hope you heard me

Take a look outside, it's a beautiful day, yeah Yeah, it's a beautiful day, yeah I'm gonna keep it that way, that way, ayy Take a real good look, it's a beautiful day, yeah Yeah, it's a beautiful day, yeah I'm gonna keep it that way, that way, ayy

So spend your hours on what you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind, I've been here way too long I want to spend my life with those who's done me right Your heart is frozen over, I'm a four-leaf clover

Take a look outside, it's a beautiful day, yeah Yeah, it's a beautiful day, yeah I'm gonna keep it that way, that way, ayy Take a real good look, it's a beautiful day, yeah Yeah, it's a beautiful day, yeah I'm gonna keep it that way, that way, ayy

Do-do, do-do-do, no time for toxic people Do-do, do-do-do, no time for that, I Do-do, do-do-do, no time for toxic people I, I've got no time for toxic people

Move along, move along, move along, go Let me go to the clouds below 'Cause they're callin' me up to higher ground What a teacup sound, even mighty drown, oh

Take a look outside, it's a beautiful day, yeah Yeah, it's a beautiful day, yeah I'm gonna keep it that way, that way, ayy Take a real good look, it's a beautiful day, yeah Yeah, it's a beautiful day, yeah I'm gonna keep it that way, that way, ayy

Do-do, do-do-do, no time for toxic people Do-do, do-do-do, no time for that, I Do-do, do-do-do, no time for toxic people I, I've got no time for toxic people