human livestock

I got some thoughts on Little Nightmares. As usual for me, I am more interested in everybody else and not the main character. Typical me.

Anyway as far as the world goes the basics are not hard to grasp. You are a human on a giant’s vessel. Giants were known to be maneaters in many of the different cultures they appear in, so raising and preparing human like domesticated livestock is no big surprise.  

What I am interested in is this particular crew. Been looking at things and the websites and I got some info. Like many others, the sight of fat customers coming aboard to eat en masse reminded me of tourism/the food industry-and with The Lady looming over as she does, it’s not hard to deduce she runs this eatery. Now here’s what it says about “The Lady” on the site -

“Admist the chaos of the world outside, The Maw is the only place that makes sense.”

It gives off the impression she might have been drifting before, lost, without a purpose and without a place to belong. Obviously she looks Japanese and aside from the eatery, not a lot of other places in the boat follow that aesthetic. She is far from home. But not just that-I think the others were lost too-if fact I think they were all together before as well. Look at this one-

-”he fled the world and found The Maw.”  People point out the painting of The Lady with other shadowy figures when contemplating the identity of Six, but you’ll notice the other pictures are quite interesting too. I believe our man here is in one of them-the chefs too. 

With the chefs, I’m thinking they were probably twins who were born fused together separated a little after birth-more on that theory later though.


 Mr. Legless sure looks like Mr. Arms tho. That The Lady keeps pictures of them gives me the impression they must have all known each other for a long time-predating The Maw. 

Not only that, but they are all wearing masks. The Janitor’s mask seems to be peeling and blocks his view, The chefs can be seen scratching under their mask and The Lady is wearing a much more obvious mask. Perhaps they are all from the same place and are trying to “blend in” with their new found culture/people. -Another interesting possibility-they are outcasts even among giants. The smashed mirrors, the masks and the Janitor - maybe these were originally a band of misfits-rejected at home who drifted aimlessly for a while before finding a place to belong, a place that “makes sense”. 

After all, no one cares what you look like if you’re serving up grub. 

This game, I hear, was originally called Hunger. Once you play the game yourself, you’ll see how that theme remains. Hunger drives what we assumed to be an innocent little girl to prefer to kill and eat others savagely to survive. Hunger can take you dark places. The Maw itself is a dark place, I’ve heard a youtuber comment after seeing it all that Six became “like them”. 

Perhaps hunger was also what drove them to such an extreme. Fattening, slaughtering, serving, in an endless cycle. It’s not pretty but it keeps them alive. It’s a purpose-it’s a living. 

Maybe this was something the game was trying to get across. How ruthless the fight for survival can really be and how things like good and evil can sometimes be made to take a backseat when you’re starving to death. 

Cooking Time!

Wherever you go on earth you will find “local cuisine.” Local cuisine is often made up of local food, things that are grown or produced only in specific areas, and at the most minute level there is home cooking, recipes and specific alterations to common recipes that only exist in your family. This is the core idea of my next story. (My first story is about fetishes that i brought over from my other blog)

    One day the Human crew decided to make special dishes for the rest of the crew. This idea scared most of the ship. What was acceptable Death Planet meals? Many assumed it would be bloody and gruesome, which for some of this dishes was the start, or poisonous, which the humans made sure to check food restrictions for their crew mates. Some of the humans brought on livestock, killed and cooked it in front of the crew. They claimed that the “fresher the meat is, the better it tastes.” Others brought pre-cut meats with leafy things. Some brought on weird squares that jiggled but retained their shape when it didn’t seem like it should to be able to. Lots of liquids, powder things, fruits, and leafs were brought and shared by most. Lastly, One human named Ernest, brought on a few cans. He did not labor over the flames, smoking oils, hot ovens, or boiling waters. Ernest just watched others work while he sat there with his cans.

The first was a human to make her dish was named Sophia from a country known as I-tall-ee. She made Pee-za. All the other humans seemed very excited by this, most agreed Pee-za was their favorite food. Though the crew learned rather quickly that it was very hard to decide on the makings of a Pee-za or where on the Death Planet it came from. Some argued the Pee-za from Nu Yurk was better, other said Boss-tan and Sophia said the Amerikans didn’t know what real Pee-za was. The only thing most of the humans could agree on was that it was a crime to put pineapple on Pee-za. A few of the bravest crew tried the Pee-za and enjoyed the finished item. Others of the crew were afraid to try it due to the humans arguing and joking about fighting if they liked one pee-za more than another.

After Sophia was Otgonbayar or Bay as most called them. He was from Mongo-lia. They brought mutt-on, which was butchared while the Pee-zas were made. Bay cooked chunks of meat with many liquids and spicys on a flat cooking plate. The crew was worried about the plate being so hot but were reassured that a cooking plate and an eating plate were different and they would not be getting food off the searing cooking plate. The humans all complemented Bay on the smells of the food which did seem rather good. Most of the crew was happy to sample the mutt-on.

The next Human was Suki from Ja-Pan. She prepared several meals. First was a hot liquid called Me-so soop. Many were confused that the Toe-fool in the soop did not contain the Toes of a fool, but found the soop to be tasty despite the confusing name. What bewildered most of the crew is when she made Fry Rise. It was a combination of so many things; small narrow rise grains, egs, ste-ak, vegtables, and lots of seasonings. Many of the crew enjoyed it but could not understand why anyone would traditionally eat such small food with 2 sticks.

Now came one named Robert from Arc-en-saw. He made a meal that made others wince in pain at it. It was a Cheez Borg Er wrap in Bake On. The crew who enjoyed meat loved it dearly. The other Humans warned against eating too many due to Heart attacks. That did not worry the Foorgorian crew members as they had 3 hearts.

Next came Mary from Me-he-co. She made a meal called Talko’s. Some of the crew theorized these Talko’s is what made Mary talk so much. It was served in a few ways she explained depending where in Me-he-co you live. Some cook the Shell, some leave it soft. Some roll the meats and sauces in the soft shell while others piled it on the hard shell. She had one sauce called Picko-D-Guy-o. She warned some people it was full of spices that make some men on earth cry. This scared away most of the other crew but the Bilnafs ate the sauce and literally breathed fire. They were checked into medical bay shortly after and was later cleared as ok and healthy to eat. The gooakomolaye was much better for most of the crew to eat.

Next to last came a man from Aus-tray-lee-ah named by the other humans as Auzzy. He made a Sand-Mitch, with a jelly called Vegi-might. Many of the crew were hopeful at the nutritional value of the meal as it sounded like a vitamin and that is where humans gained their strength. That was until the other humans did not wish to eat it. A few of the crew would taste it and many did not like the taste. This did not offend Auzzy, “More for Me,” he said.

Last came Earnest from a place called North-way. He held one of the cans up and a few of the other humans began to cover there face or leave the room even though the can was still closed. He explained this was a can of Pick-old Hearings, a small aquatic creature that has been preserved for months during the frozen time of year. The Crew looked on with half horror, half curiosity, as he opened the can. Some of the other humans began to gag at the simple smell of this food. It was later explained by the other humans that the Hearings are caught and put in the can with minerals that allow the creature to undergo a type of fermentation that basically is on the edge of decay and rot. It is checked by the local government agency to make sure that it is safe for human consumption, assuming that you wanted to consume it. Most of the crew was confused by this dish the most out of all the foods. Why did the other humans run out of all the foods that were presented this was the crews favorite.

For once it was the humans who were confused and a little scared as the rest of the crew hungrily attacked the remaining cans of Pick-old Hearings


Sockathan Week- Day 5: Post-Apocalyptic AU

GUESS WHO GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH AN AU AGAIN some of these drawings suck because I was rushing but it’s fine

AU where the apocalypse started when an epidemic spread through all of the plants and animals. It isn’t deadly to everything, but it’s definitely deadly to humans. The world was stable for a while, living off of stored or already processed food, but the food started to run out. There was fighting and panic and eventually one group of people started gathering up other humans to lose as livestock, people just call them “The Demons.” As food grew more scarce, The Demons’ numbers grew, and they started sending out scouts to recruit promising survivors or bring them back as dinner. 

Jonathan managed to avoid The Demons for a while but his luck couldn’t hold out forever. One such scout found Jonathan half starved and easily overpowered him, but for whatever weird reason, didn’t kill him. He just kind of tagged along and Jonathan got used to his presence. Every time Jonathan manages to scavenge up food it’s a roulette of whether this can of soggy vegetables will be the one to kill him. Sock never eats with him and Jonathan doesn’t like to think about what that means.

He hears rumors sometimes from other survivors, that there’s a place out there where they’ve learned to kill the disease, or at least hold it at bay, and there’s enough food there to keep everyone full and happy. They call it Paradise. Jonathan doesn’t think it really exists though, besides, Demons aren’t allowed in.

In 1983, a farmer from South Molton, England claimed to have lost over 100 sheep to the creature known as the Beast of Exmoor. All the sheep were killed in the span of 3 months and died to injuries to their throats. After these incidents, the Ministry of Agriculture ordered the Royal Marines to send a number of snipers to the location. Although the snipers claimed to have seen the Beast a number of times, no shots were fired out of fear that their high-powered artillery would pass through the creature’s body and injure humans or livestock.

anonymous asked:

This question is for everyone What you guys do to hide the fact your vampires?


♥Shu: Actually, I do nothing… It’s not like I’m wandering around showing my fangs or something…

♥Reiji: Hm… Behaving properly and not losing control when smelling blood is easy for me.

♥Ayato: I don’t have to do much, Chichinashi. But my brothers usually tell me that my fangs are very noticeable when I laugh… Is that true?!

♥Kanato: I don’t do anything that could make people feel suspicious about me… Right, Teddy?

♥Laito: Why should I hide that? Girls like vampires nowadays, right?~

♥Subaru: I don’t even get close to humans, so…But if one of them somehow managed to find out, I’d just kill them.


♥Ruki: All of us know how to properly act like normal humans, Livestock. We don’t bite the first human that crosses our paths.

♥Kou: Actually, I think my fans would go crazy if I told them about my true nature, ufufu~ But, Ruki doesn’t let me do that…

♥Yuma: We are really forced to act like normal people, with all those damned vampire hunters crawling around…

♥Azusa: I don’t talk much… With humans… So, there aren’t any risks for me, yet… Eve is the only human that knows… I’m a vampire….


♥Carla: Don’t you dare compare us with those filthy vampires, human. We are superior beings.

♥Shin: Hm-hm. Nii-san is right. And we don’t even stay in touch with humans, so…

The Tale of Two-Toed Tom, the Demon Gator

In the early 1900s, in the swamps of the southeastern United States the region was held besieged by what was reported as a gargantuan, demonic alligator, which left in its wake mauled dead bodies and its curious two-toed footprints. This is the tale of Two-Toed Tom, the demon gator of the southeast.

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Mikaela Shindō didn’t deserve being abused by as a young child, thrown out of a speeding car by his parents, becoming a human experiment, becoming vampire livestock, seeing his fellow orphans die, being stabbed and having his arm ripped off by a creep, being turned into a partial vampire, having to fucking live in Sanguinem, suffering through the urge to drink human blood, thinking that he’s a monster because he’s a vampire as well as fucking everything happening in owari no seraph like give the boy a fucking break let him have the Shinoa Squad as a new family let him be happy with Yuu for god fucking christ’s sake

Enviro rant//Hoof disease in Sitka elk is a result of disgusting industrial cow farm practices, fyi

It’s so fucking awesome how our shitty large farming practices that developed with cow farmers in europe and the usa started the bacteria that now causes hoof disease in Sitka elk in the PNW. Washington’s elk herds especially are suffering so much, and wildlife officials are doing nothing to treat them or develop a vaccine, of course. And, in spite of herds being sick and needing help, hunting permits for them are being sold like cheap candy. We barely develop any vaccines for humans, why would we make any for species that actually contribute to this earth and its valuable ecosystems?

Fuck lazy corporate farms and farmers, and fuck -all- government environment regulatory programs. The Forest Service and other government wildlife sectors have small bands of individuals who care and do good, but don’t be fooled overall. The upper management uses the name “Forest Service” as a guise for continued environmental destruction for corporate capitalist interests that is hurting every species. They can get away with this because few people truly understand ecology and the impacts of the Forest Service’s/EPA’s/DOFW’s less than desirable methods and lax standards overall. I’m sure the lack of science education in public schools (and the almost unidirectional focus on computer/mechanical engineering jobs for merchandise production in our society as opposed to earth sciences and medicine)is entirely intentional by the the government – understanding the truth about how the earth works and can thrive if we changed makes everything our government does seem nonsensical and careless. If people don’t understand the science, corrupt leaders can do what they want, and use rhetoric exclusive to the scientific community to confuse the public. These government regulators are still the arms of logging lobbyists and politicians who give no shits about the environment other than draining it dry to benefit them short term.

((I know this personally as well – not only did I study conservation biology, ecology, climate science, and botany while working in a lab with one of the best botanical ecologists in the country for five years – we did several studies for free for the Forest Service regarding invasive species managment. It was our job to show them the best ways to kill invasive species and the best ways to recover native assemblages post destruction. The Forest Service’s methods always involved deadly sprays, some were glyphosate which has been strongly linked to cancer in livestock and humans, while my methods involved hand picked weeding and planting of strong native plants/primary succession species post destruction. Guess which method allows the forest to grow back!!! Mine. The forest grew back with healthy native assemblages and no invasives, as long as all invasive material was removed from the site and humans were not allowed to trample the site. Destruction by humans simply walking around with invasive seeds and spores on their shoes, or dogs, is the number one cause of invasive plants overtaking native ones. My results were the same regardless of the forest area or original plant assemblage, or regardless of the invasive. The Forest Service’s lazy spray method had NOTHING other than weeds growing back on the site. Gross. Also, their standard practice in my state is to leave invasive material on site in huge piles even when they did hand pick some specimen along with spraying various chemicals. This is really dumb, because many of the worst invasives are clonal/can spread by rhizomes and can reproduce from a tiny slice of living material leftover. In the forests my lab and I studied, they had to employ our methods and three Oregon forests are now safely recovering from Brachypodium sylvaticum, Himalayan blackberry, and English ivy, as far as I know. They could have reverted back to old methods with Trump in charge, though.))

They will take and destroy in the name of capitalism until we get to a point where certain ecosystem types, and thus huge arrays of species, will disappear completely without recovering. It’s already happening. If enough remaining forest is destroyed, especially the Amazon, our climate systems will lose their drive (most importantly a huge part of the water cycle will effectively be stopped due to deforestation) and the jet stream will shut down, triggering another ice age. But it’s no big deal, don’t worry about the trees or the animals who live among them~

Collected on this Day in 1993

Collected on June 23, 1993, this specimen was found by Fred Utech near the Loyalhanna Creek in Salem Township, Pennsylvania.

Do not let the common name affect your opinion of this plant! Butterfly weed (Aclepias tuberosa) is a beautiful plant, and the pollinators love the bright orange flowers. Native to eastern North America, it can be found in dry, full sun conditions. It is a great plant to add to your garden!  

Like other milkweeds (butterfly weed is in the milkweed genus), butterfly weed flower clusters mature into seed pods, which eventual dry up to release airborne seeds in the late summer. The long, silk-like hairs (called pappi) have been used by Native Americans to make textiles.

Despite its looks, butterfly weed is poisonous to ingest. Like other milkweeds, this plant contains defensive chemicals called cardiac glycosides, which are poisonous to humans, livestock, and pets.  Milkweeds vary in their toxicity depending on species and age of plant. Symptoms can include weakness, difficulty breathing, kidney damage, cardiac distress, pupil dilation, loss of muscle control, and respiratory paralysis.

Botanists at Carnegie Museum of Natural History share pieces of the herbarium’s historical hidden collection on the dates they were discovered or collected. Check back for more!

anonymous asked:

What do you think the boys would say to yui on white day?~ P.s. I love your blog~ thank you for running it. You are doing an amazing job ^.^

Heheh, thank you!


♥Shu: Hn… Where you expecting something from me? I don’t usually think this is an important day, so… Hey, don’t look at me like that.

♥Reiji: Here, I bought you some roses. It’s just a formality, don’t overreact, please. You gave me chocolates so I had the responsibility to give you something in return.

♥Ayato: What? Is it today?! Well, it doesn’t matters, right, Chichinashi? Besides, I think there are some chocolates on the fridge… What? No, they’re not Kanato’s chocolates

♥Kanato: Hm~? Well, I suppose I could share my candies with you. Only for today. Here, I’ll give you half of what I have. Don’t ask for more!

♥Laito: Bitch-chaan~, look what I got for you! Yes, try one of these chocolates… They’re tasty, right? Oh~? Your body is feeling hot? Heheh, I don’t know… Maybe I bought some “special chocolates”, fufu~!

♥Subaru: Here, take those. -he would just throw a little bag of chocolates at your face because he was too ashamed to hand them to you.-


♥Ruki: “White Day”? Seems you were expecting a gift… Sadly, for you, I don’t celebrate those human festivities, Livestock. Besides, am I not gentle enough letting you live?

♥Kou: Ah~ of course! You gave me chocolates on Valentine’s day, so now it’s my turn to reciprocate, heheh~ Just be careful, those might be a little hard for your delicate teeth~

♥Yuma: Just… What are you talkin’ about, Sow? Are those peaches I’m always giving you not enough?! Sheesh…

♥Azusa: Eve… I found this big… Chocolate bar that comes… With a hint of chili pepper… Fufu… We can enjoy it together… And after that… I could bite you… And your skin will burn… Because of my spicy fangs…


♥Carla: Were not in the human world now, woman…-he just wouldn’t understand why you would expect a gift from him, if it’s just about a puny human festivity.-

♥Shin: Is that something humans do?! Well, it seems you haven’t gotten used to the demon world… That thing doesn’t exist here, silly. Get used to it.

tigriswolf  asked:

Are you still doing the Animorphs reviews? If so, Megamorphs 3: Elfangor's Secret.

Short opinion: One of my friends was gently poking fun at me for reading trashy sci fi paperbacks meant for small children*, so I read the scene from the beach on D-Day aloud to the whole room.  No one has poked fun at my reading material since then, and two people have since asked to borrow my copies of the series.  

Long opinion:

Elfangor’s Secret might have the most social commentary of any book in the entire series—even #9 and #40 pale in comparison—but it delivers that commentary in a way that is subtle, nuanced, and doesn’t resort to black-and-white thinking.  The way it accomplishes that goal is through using the opening scene to suggest that even Our Intrepid Heroes have the potential to develop some incredibly toxic ideas if raised in a society that sufficiently encourages them.  

Tobias opens the book by wistfully watching some humans slaves (apparently) enjoying themselves, because in this universe he’s an ignorant little jerk who has been taught not to consider the extreme drawbacks of being enslaved and can only see that the slaves get to be on the beach while he does not.  Marco is living with two healthy, engaged parents and his very own Pong system… at the expense of referring to people of Latino descent as “jungle rats” (MM3).  Cassie is at least kind to her slaves, which doesn’t exactly nullify the fact that SHE OWNS SEVERAL SLAVES.  Ax and Rachel end up outside of the Racist Hatefest for different reasons (Rachel, at least, tried to fight back—go Rachel).  Jake engages in so much xenophobic, narcissistic, paranoid posturing that he might as well be POTUS wearing his insecurities printed on a t-shirt.  Although the book’s narration doesn’t excuse his behavior, it does explain why he’s so desperate to fit in with the status quo: in Nazi America, he has grown up his entire life being told that he is inferior because of his “Jewish blood” (MM4).  

This book wastes no time at all in thoroughly condemning everything from Jake’s contempt for other races to Cassie’s and Tobias’s willingness to minimize the horror of slavery.  It shows that in a world where the U.S. doesn’t take advantage of the innovative ability of all its residents—regardless of race or religion or nationality—its technology and economy not only don’t advance but actually backslide by several decades.  Not only does the book condemn the atrocity of imperially-driven foreign war, but it actually lampoons the concept by showing the idiocy of Jake and Marco being so concerned with whether “decent” people own all the land in Brazil when they have much bigger concerns like, say, the impending annihilation of their entire species by the yeerks.  But the opening sequence also shows how easy it is to slide into that kind of counterfactual thinking.  

The Animorphs aren’t inherently bad people (well, maybe—but that’s a debate for another time) but they develop a lot of truly atrocious ideas when they’ve grown up their whole lives drinking the poison of their uber-nationalist white-supremacist government.  It’s the same poison that the Princeton student who can’t see beyond Cassie’s skin color long enough to treat her as a human being has been drinking all his life.  The same poison that makes several hundred English archers believe their only path to glory or meaning in life is through slaughtering hundreds of French knights as a part of some conflict they don’t even understand.  The same poison that drives the Nazi soldiers to try and conquer the world so they can wipe out anyone who doesn’t look like them.  The same poison that makes the sailors at Trafalgar look at Rachel as an object not a person.  The same poison that causes Visser Four to view the humans as livestock to be corralled or slaughtered.  

However, as disturbing as this book is in its portrayals of nationalism and racism, it also shows that anyone who is willing to overlook surface differences not only can but must fight back.  As horrifying as Nazi America is in the first scene, it is still a world in which Rachel is definitely a “subversive” and Cassie is probably on her way to becoming one as well.  When Tobias first pops up in Princeton in the 1930s, he gets a skin-crawly sense of wrongness at the realization that 100% of the students are white males even though he himself has the necessary privilege to “belong” there.  Marco describes his own decision to kill Visser Four as a “stain on the conscience,” correctly realizing that just because the yeerk isn’t human doesn’t mean that he isn’t killing a sentient being, much less an unarmed prisoner of war—and even then he only kills Visser Four quickly to spare the yeerk a slow death.  Ax spends a lot of this book desperately trying to find some greater meaning in the battles he witnesses, but after Rachel describes the Holocaust to him he comes to the realization that sometimes the only way to stop an unthinkable wrong from happening is through committing a wrong as well.  

The ordinary humans themselves also come out of the woodwork to protest the divisions between them.  The one Princeton student, Friedman, immediately speaks up on Cassie’s behalf when Davis addresses her with a racial slur.  Ax is moved by the devastating kindness of “Doc,” an Allied soldier who dies trying to comfort a fatally injured comrade.  Adolph Hitler himself, raised in a world different from the one that let him become a demagogue, is a humble truck driver who hesitates to shoot an alien he doesn’t know anything about.  All of these people—and the Animorphs themselves—face a choice.  They can do what is easy, through accepting the message that they are somehow superior simply because of their birth status or national identity.  Or they can do what is right, through fighting back against those divisions long enough to reach out to their fellow humans and make radical steps toward peace.   

*Just to be clear: I am not in any way implying that the Animorphs books aren’t trashy sci fi paperbacks meant for small children.  They were literally commissioned as a marketing tactic to sell AniTV and transformer toys to kids, they use alien species and fictional technologies to ask important questions about the boundary conditions of humanity, they were all (except Visser) published straight to paperback, and they are deliberately written in a way that children as young as six or seven can enjoy but also learn from them.   I’m saying that the fact that they are trashy sci fi paperbacks meant for small children does not in any way preclude them from having extreme violence, literary merit, or moral imperatives.  



So. Prompto. Nifilheim. Let’s talk about some shit. 

Nifilheim breeds humans like livestock to use in their experiments. These humans are branded and numbered at birth. Probably categorized too maybe Idk. So Prompto has this bar code tattooed on his wrist. A key code that can open doors in Nifilheim bases. I always wondered why he always wore that ugly wristband… And now the bracelets but those are cute so I didn’t really question those. He probably has some markings on his arm too. An ID number maybe? That would explain the bandana. We all know it was hiding something. Prompto was born to be turned into a daemon. He somehow escaped the base as a baby or a toddler. He was with Noct in elementary school at age 8, so he must have been too little to remember. I hope his DLC tells us wtf happened and how tf he got into Lucis, Insomnia too of all places damn. So that explains why he had a sad and lonely childhood living alone, no family, no friends, living off of fast food because he can’t cook and it’s cheap so he got fat (I relate rip), and not having a chance to develop or learn any social skills. Thus him being far too nervous to approach Noct when they were kids. Back to the main theory I want to discuss. I am honestly surprised no one has made this connection yet… But I see how it could be very easily overlooked. There is a boss fight in a certain familiar cave we all know. Fociaugh Hollow. We need to go find Ramuh’s totem or whatever, that’s cool. We’ve been in there before in a certain wonderful demo. However, something is very wrong here this time, and it is way more significant than we think. The Naga. She’s a daemon created by Nifilheim, as are all of the daemons. She was once a human… Being breeded… Before being horribly experimented on and transformed into a giant snake daemon. Why does that matter, hmm? Because she says something very, very interesting. She says “My baby…” and grabs, who else? Prompto. She rips Prompto off of the cliff, claiming he is her baby. Is that really what she meant? Possibly. Was she just angry at the intruders? Probably. However, she continues with the weirdly specific dialogue with the boys. She asks Noctis, “My baby… Where?” Now, this might not seem significant, but it’s the answer options that make it so. Noct can answer with “I don’t know”, or “I know where.” Maybe he just wants to bluff to get out of it. Maybe. However if you say you do know where, she immediately claims that you stole him from her. Why would you steal a baby Naga? Why wouldn’t she think “oh you know where he is? Can you bring him here/take me to him?” Maybe because she’s a mindless killing machine? No. She knows where her son is. She wants him back. She misses her baby. She is not just a mindless, heartless killing machine at all. The human who lost her baby is still in there, crying out for her son. Of course, these boys have no idea that’s even the case or that turning humans into daemons is even possible at this point. At this point in the game, they still have no idea where these daemons are coming from, and they still think the MTs are just machines, not daemons inside electronic exoskeletons. Prompto has no clue either. He doesn’t know his mother could be a daemon now. He’s just panicking and freaking out that a giant slimey snake monster just ripped him off of a cliff in a dark scary cave. But that daemon could very possibly be, and probably is, what has become of Prompto’s mother. And the saddest part is, she knows. She knows full well. She recognized him. She knew that was her baby. She knew (assumed) Noct took him from her. When really neither Noct or Prompto have any idea at all who she really is or what happened to her or baby Prompto. She was sad. She wanted her son back. And what’s even more sad? Her son was the one who ended up killing her. 


羽犬 (はいぬ)

Winged Dog

From the now defunct website Obakemono Project:

This winged dog is a popular image in the city of Chikugo in Fukuoka Prefecture, and the dog itself is supposedly buried beneath a stone monument near the railroad station called Hainutsuka (“winged-dog mound”). Two conflicting stories are usually told about the winged dog’s origins.

According to the first story, recorded in the Chikugo Kokorogashi in 1777, the winged dog was a ferocious creature which attacked humans and livestock. When Toyotomi Hideyoshi embarked on his Kyūshū Campaign of 1587, seeking to conquer the island, the dog stood in his way and had to be slain. Hideyoshi was so taken with the animal’s pluck and courage, however, that he erected a memorial for it.
According to the second version, the dog was Hideyoshi’s beloved pet, which died in the place where the mound now stands. There is some historical evidence for this latter version, and the imaginary winged dog of Chikugo’s folklore may be based on a real dog of exceptional agility.

Art by S.H.Morgan. 


Region of origin: Canary Islands

Demonic figures of Guanches mythology alternatively known as Tibicena and Guacanchas to inhabitants of different islands, they were thought to be children or attendants of Guayota, an evil god of darkness and volcanoes and would hunt humans and livestock found outside at night as well as serving as familiars and servants to witches. Though largely described as being large, black dogs, idols of Tibicenas have been found shaped as boar- or bear-like animals and even Yeti-like hominids. It’s believed the indigenous Guanches of pre-European colonization would make small sacrifices to these idols to protect themselves from the Tibicenas’ nocturnal hunts, but belief in them has persisted into modern times, with sightings being recorded as recently as the mid-1900s. Oddly, in the latter half of the century, there have continued to be sightings of mysterious large dogs exhibiting strange behavior or abilities, but these all having white fur.

anonymous asked:

Crowley and Lacus with human s/o headcanons


- Crowley would be that lover that it’d be impossible to hear the words “I love you” from, especially towards a human. Of course, he’d make it painfully obvious to them just how much he loves them by constantly showering them with affection. 

- He’d be a very teasing partner, and would enjoy making them beg for his affection or company. 

- As he is a rather prideful vampire, he would not be the one to ask his s/o for affection, unless he is really desperate for it.

- After he drinks their blood, he’d be gentle to them for a while. He would always stick around to take care of them after his meal. He might even stay to help them clean up the wound.

- Many times, Crowley had been tempted to turn his human s/o into a vampire so that they might be together, regardless of their opinions to the matter. 


- Lacus would be a very proud lover. He would be very proud of his human s/o. Despite his mindset that all humans were just ugly livestock, he treats his s/o as if they were his kind. He’d most likely show them off to other vampires if it wasn’t dangerous.

- He is very careful when drinking their blood. He has a tendency to accidentally kill the humans he drinks from, but tries very hard to not take too much from his s/o. If he does end up taking too much from them, he’d be incredibly worried and would keep them by his side until they wake up. 

- Due to his position of city guard, he would be incredibly protective over his s/o. The amount of stronger vampires around him would only increase his desire to protect his s/o as best he can.

anonymous asked:

What sort of offerings do you like to give to Manannán mac Lír? What would you suggest for somebody who doesn't live close to the ocean? By the way, your e-shrine is stunning!

Thanks, Nonny!

I’m actually not near the ocean at the moment either. It sucks, but I try to feel his presence in other ways. For example, our blood is chemically pretty similar to seawater. Life started out in the ocean. Our entire biosphere relies on it, even inland. So in that sense, you could say the ocean is with us wherever we go.

And, of course, Manannán isn’t just literally about the ocean. He’s about all the things the ocean represents: change and travel and liminality, peace and passion, sustenance and secrets, life and death. 

The best attested offering is, of course, the Manx tradition of paying the rent at Midsummer with bundles of rushes and, in some sources, yellow flowers. This ties into the legend of Manannán being the island’s first king. Instead of the typical share of the crops and whatnot that feudal lords typically demanded, he asked only for rushes in exchange for his protection.

Another tradition was to take grain and offer it to the ocean, and, in turn, take some seaweed (which was a food source for both humans and livestock) to their homes and fields in an exchange of land and sea. Obviously, this is impossible for those who are landlocked and not farmers, but I make a nod the the tradition by offering oatmeal. In my experience, he seems to really like it, although part of that might be that it’s a cheap comfort food for me and he just likes being worked into my everyday life.

Apples and apple blossoms are are another option. He’s lord of Emhain Abhlach, the Plain of Apples, after all. Apples have a bunch of symbolism tied to eternity and fertility, so it fits. And interestingly, one story says that “And all the food he would use [while he was out among humanity trolling people] would be a vessel of sour milk and a few crab-apples.“

But back home, Manannán has a magical pig that resurrects every day after being slaughtered. So pork is also an option.

While I don’t think it’s actually attested anywhere specifically in relation to Manannán, bees and honey have a lot of symbolism tied to cthonic gods, knowledge, the underworld, and the afterlife in Indo-European tradition. Also, honey was a traditional offering to the fae in a lot of places. So personally, I’m pretty big on honey as an offering.

I know a lot of people like to offer seafood to sea gods (or, depending on their views, abstain from seafood in their name.) I live in a region where I can’t get decent seafood because of the geography and the culinary traditions of the immigrants who settled here, so it’s kind of a moot point for me.

And while this probably seems weird and pathetic, I’ve also been known to offer my tears. They were part of the ocean at one point and will get back there eventually. You could say it’s a way of communing with him. This is UPG obviously, but I don’t think it’s possible to do the whole psychopomp thing without a whole lot of empathy and a whole lot of grief. I’ve also thought about offering blood, as I’ve done for other deities, but I’ve gotten pretty intense “no” vibes regarding that for some reason. YMMV.

In terms of less temporary things, items from the beach are an obvious choice. Shells, sand, driftwood, etc. Shells in particular are symbolic because they’re the bones of dead sea creatures, which works in Manannán’s necromancy aspect. Just be mindful of the fact that a lot of the stuff from tourist shops and craft stores isn’t ethically sourced, and even tourists gathering shells from the beach on their own has been found to have a negative ecological impact. Buy from thrift stores or environmentally responsible sources when you can, and, on vacation at the beach, don’t get greedy.

Sorry if that went on longer than you were expecting. I don’t get as many excuses to ramble about my favorite Irish sea god as I’d like. Hopefully it gave you some ideas!

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Pairing: reader x hoseok

Series: 7 NIGHTS << Jin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook >>

Genre: vampire!au, supernatural

Word Count: 3.5k  

Summary: Jung Hoseok is part of a renowned vampire clan. While other vampires treat humans no more than livestock, Hoseok treats them with care; gaining hate from fellow clan mates, he is banished from his homeland, only to be found by you (reader). Can he really be trusted?

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