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Merlin and Arthur
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donuts4evry1 · 1 year
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turns out one of my friends is afraid of jellyfish so i'm trying to help xem out a bit, do you have any suggestions on cute + harmless jellies i could show xyr? other than the obvious moon jelly lol
in lieu of me not being on my laptop right now, I've compiled a list of harmless looking jellies in nonthreatening positions to help you and your friend on your journey :)
The first types of jellies I'd like to recommend are Rhizostomeae jellyfish, which have relatively mild stings and short oral arms, absent of long tentacles, and thus look nonthreatening (though I'd recommend showing shots of them from the side- Rhizostomeae means "many mouths" and they can look kind of scary from a bottom view)
Here are some examples!
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From top to bottom:
Cauliflower Jellyfish (Cephea cephea), Fried egg jellyfish (Cotylorhiza tuberculata), and Cabbagehead jellyfish (Stomopolus melagidaris)
We also have the famous Palau jelly (Mastigias Papua), which is even more nonthreatening and cute thanks to their mild stings, if any, and the yellow zooxanthellae that lines their body, giving them food
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At the end of the Rhizostomeae category we have the Upside down jelly (Cassiopeia sp.) and this specific picture of the Flame jellyfish (Rhophilema esculentum)
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I suggest showing xem exclusively side views of these jellies, as a full view of their oral arms is probably a little freaky, ehe...
The flame jellyfish usually only looks pretty scary but this particular one (paired with the caption "Orphan no parents") makes me pity it quite a bit, lol
I'm going in assuming that your friend is scared of most "conventional types of jellyfish", so I'll stay away from Sea Nettles and Lions manes (they do have numerous, long, and painful tentacles anyway)
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Comb jellies (specifically the Lobed and Beroe varieties) are also a great option, granted you don't tell xem the creepier parts of them. Comb jellies are also aggressive proponents of queer rights, constantly displaying the rainbow with the movement of their cilia and many being simultaneous hermaphrodites (or male and female at the same time). These guys just don't do gender.
They also have no nematocysts, instead trapping prey with "sticky trap" cells, as Lisa-Ann Gershwin likes to call them.
Now for the final stretch, I'll show you some Hydroazoan jellies (categorized by the numerous peripheral tentacles on their bell, much like a moon jellyfish). They can vary on how scary they look, so I'll just put the nonscary images I have readily available to myself
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Here, we have the freshwater/peach blossom jellyfish, found pretty much worldwide, and the snow globe jellyfish (a picture I took myself at the monterey bay Aquarium ehe 😎).
I think they're just cute, haha.
One last jellyfish for the road:
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This one's a screenshot because the phone I took it on doesn't save files as png or jpg for some reason?? Whack. Anyway this is a juvenile purple spotted jelly (Chrysaora colorata), classified by the darker spots, small oral arms, and a lack of peripheral tentacles. It's just,,, a lil baby... I love it.
alright, I think that's all I have for now, but I'd like to add some words of my own ehe:
Jellyfish are, regrettably, creatures that aren't often conventionally attractive. Their movements may be rhythmic and hypnotic, but some are off put by the tentacles and their toxicity. I compiled the list with criterium such as "short tentacles" or "small body" but the reality is that the term encompasses an extremely diverse group of animals, and they can be quite freaky or scary.
I don't blame your friend for xyr fear. Jellyfish can be dangerous, and touching them is never recommended (unless you're me, bc you know most of the venomous jellies already lol /j). In that sense I kinda feel a kinship with them, since I don't really like being touched either (sometimes I wish I had deadly venom to prevent other people from making unwantef contact with me ehehe). Anyway, these are definitely species that are a "look, but don't touch" kinda deal.
Still, even just a surface dive in jellyfish lore (ugh, can't believe I'm saying that) makes you step foot into a surprisingly interesting and foreign world. Invertebrates are infinitely interesting, and jellyfish, being one of the oldest, are sure to reveal hidden powers and abilities that one would not even be capable of fathoming.
The optimistic side of me hopes that your friend overcomes xyr fear of jellyfish, but at the very least, I hope that xey can learn to be comfortable with the idea of jellyfish, haha.
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dolcesuono · 1 year
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going to keep a list of words and phrases historical romance authors over-use in their books as if they came across it once and got obsessed with it. things like "wool-gathering" and "led by the leading strings" and "casting up their accounts" and today's addition "cabbageheaded"
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Merlin hates Uther for many reasons. He’s hateful, vengeful, short sighted and hypocritical about magic. He solves most of his problems with violence. He never truly trusts anyone and is loyal to no one.
But what Merlin hates the most is that he never tells Arthur that he’s proud of him or hugs him or comforts him when everything is going wrong. He just dumps the weight of a Kingdom and his own failings on the shoulders of his barely adult son.
Now, Merlin has to go from ‘fuck this spoiled prat’ to ‘I am this clotpole’s only source of emotional validation and comfort’ to ‘the King ruined a perfectly decent cabbagehead and I will kill him myself if he ruins all the work I’ve done to get Arthur to a place where he can even admit we’re friends.’
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wishiwasadruid · 1 year
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Evil Magic Villan of the week: As the old folks say, we all have our inner demons.
Arthur, patting Merlin’s head: Fortunately, mine's an actual living being and is actively seeking out blood for those who wronged me. Right, Merlin?
Merlin, with Golden eyes wiping blood off his cheekbones: Whatever you say, cabbagehead.
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thenerdyindividual · 7 days
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Surely someone has said this but I cant find it: merlin/arthur
NO ONE HAS ASKED THIS YET! IT'S WILD!
This is the ship for me. Two sides of the same coin. The banter. The devotion. The friendship!!! The tragedy of them! Two young men growing up with so much pressure. Two young men who should have no reason to be friends, yet found each other and loved each other anyway.
Merlin sees Arthur as more than a prince, and that is something Arthur sorely needs. He needs someone who treats him like a real person. He needs someone who he can trust unconditionally, and Merlin is all of the above. Merlin will always have Arthur's back, come hell or high water.
Merlin swearing to make Arthur king in season 1, then giving Arthur Excalibur in season 4. The lengths Merlin goes to protect his soulmate.
The way Arthur matures and grows thanks to Merlin's influence. The way he goes from a boy who rages at the idea of being made fun of, to a man who can stand in a tavern while his servant takes all his money in a game and laugh! The way he risked his life for Merlin, thinking Merlin was only a servant. The way he is heartbroken when he thinks Merlin has been killed.
"Something has been bothering you, hasn't it?" "You haven't smiled in the last three days." "I am happy to be your servant until the day I die." "Everything I did... it was for you" "What would you do, Merlin?"
But also "dollophead" "idiot" "shut up" "Cabbagehead" "Merlin can't find his own backside"
They are full of angst, but they are full of joy. They are incredibly competent but also dumbass4dumbass. Jock/Nerd, Rich/Poor, Irritation to Lovers, Best Friends. There is tenderness that they only have for each other. There is vulnerability that they only show to each other.
Arthur gave Merlin a place to belong, and in his own way, Merlin did the same in return. Merlin is still waiting for him at the lake!!!
Congratulations! This is the first ship ranked:
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Send me a Merlin Ship and I’ll rank it on a tier list. Note: This is a subjective ranking and a low ranking in no way means that I am shaming you for your taste in ships.
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dduane · 7 months
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Hi Diane!
I've been trying, off and on, to track down the origin of a term that my mother used to groan(or shout) at the television any time one character plays impossibly ignorant so that another one can lay out some exposition for the audience. She called that "cabbageheading"(it's now a staple of the family lexicon), and was quite certain it came from early Star Trek fandom, which seems plausible given how much of it there is to convey [technobabble] and philosophy to the audience.
It occurred to me that you're probably the most likely person on tumblr to know whether or not this is true. Does it sound familiar to you?
I've never heard that one before... and I wish I had, because it's fabulous. :)
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emrys-the-wild · 9 months
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theresattrpgforthat · 8 months
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Ok. This is a bizarre request and I apologize in advance, but it is 100% serious. Are there any ttrpgs that either take inspiration from King of the Hill, or that you would think run adjacent to the sort of themes/settings present in KOTH? (Think like semi-modern/late 90s, rural/texan setting, slice-of-life, etc?)
(Context: Me and a friend have been entertaining the idea of a KOTH podcast as something to do for fun, and I think it would be fun to do a live-play ttrpg interlude at some point, but I'm struggling to come up with something, and too tired to make my own ruleset haha.)
THEME: Rural Slice-of-Life.
Four games about everyday life or suburbia coming right up!
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Dads and Decks, by CABBAGEHEAD.
Dads & Decks is a quick and easy-to-play roleplaying game about Dads and their Decks.
YOU ARE A GROUP OF DADS GETTING READY FOR THE ULTIMATE BARBECUE. But suddenly, a MUNDANE DECK-RELATED PROBLEM has occurred. Using your DADS and DECKS, you must solve this problem together or your WEEKEND will be ruined.
Solve the mystery of the creaky floorboard or journey through the dangerous lands of Home Depot to retrieve the Holy Grill. Play together, be the Dad you want to see in the world and have fun!
This is a quick, fun, Lasers and Feelings hack that I feel could really replicate the banter that goes on between Hank Hill and his buddies throughout King of the Hill. If you want to replace the Deck-related problem with a problem that rings more true to King of the Hill, it won’t take much to make a switch!
Every TV Show Ever, by rossum.
Don't touch that dial and remember to set the DVR!
This is meant to be a quick bare-bones way to construct any kind of tv show, from a historical drama, to a kids cartoon. Each character will take a different role, such as Matriarch, Patriarch, Craftsman or Clown. You spend some time building the world and then drop a problem into the player’s laps. You navigate a series of scenes represented via index cards, and use d6’s to determine how your characters do. There’s nothing fancy here, but if you want to have a basic rule set that you can expand upon, this might work out.
Kids on Bikes, by Hunters Entertainment.
Choose your OWN destiny in this storytelling rules-light tabletop role-playing game where adventure is a bike ride away. Kids on Bikes is a Collaborative World Building RPG set in small towns with big mysteries.
Kids on Bikes may look like an ill fit at first, but the game actually has mechanics for building adults! Additionally, there is a scenario in Strange Adventures: Volume One that posits you as Dads, a twist of the original premise. This module was originally called Dads on Mowers, but I think it’s currently called Garuda Lake. This is a game that’s designed to present you with rumours that turn into mysteries, and is especially designed for stories in which the paranormal and supernatural bleed into everyday life.
The Carter County PTA, by Minor Arcana Games.
Join the obsessive parents and desperate teachers of the PTA as each stands upon a hill they're willing to die on. Tonight is the long-awaited PTA meeting and everyone will vote on whatever passion project or much-needed reform you've added to the agenda. Along the way, you'll uncover the high-stakes backstory of each Agenda Item, revealing the personal politics, wacky hijinks and sordid stories that lurk behind the PTA's prim and polished exterior.
A diceless, GM-less game, this is a game for fans of Peggy Hill specifically. All of you have big plans for the local school and you will trample anyone who gets in the way of it. You’ll uncover personal politics and wacky backstories through a series of flashbacks, all the while pressuring the other parents and teachers to vote for your pet policy. Great for small-town drama and petty rivalries!
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bbcdumbsterfire · 2 years
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How about "Arthur the cabbagehead" but in a literal kind of way?
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Unedited screenshots.
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thylocalbard · 4 months
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So I really believe in Merthur as a plotline for the show (as you may know if you've seen me before on here)
My friend, who I am watching the show with, is convinced that it won't happen (she has no actual reasons lol)
Every time some Merthur happens when we watch together I erupt with "SEE??? IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN YOU ABSOLUTE CABBAGEHEAD" and she responds with the classic "Mhm yeah nah you just want more gay in the show" (it's a joke between us that I only enjoy gay/lesbian ships in general)
So anyways can't wait to cash in on that bet I've made with her about it 😊
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the-pen-pot · 11 months
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Sanctuary
Merlin knew that, by any normal standards, he was a useless manservant. He did not bow and scrape and flatter Arthur. His head was big enough already; he didn't need any assistance with that. He rarely bothered to get him out of bed in time, and he did not keep the Prince's chambers in an immaculate state of cleanliness. He answered back and called Arthur by his given name whenever he thought he could get away with it. He stole food from his plate and disobeyed his orders more often than not.
What no one ever seemed to grasp was that Merlin did it on purpose.
It had taken him a day to realise there was far more to Arthur than the prattish prince he had met in the market place. Within a week he had figured out that Arthur cared less about the state of his rooms and far more about the repair of his armour. Before the first month was out, it had become blatantly obvious that Arthur needed better friends than the sycophants that surrounded him, and not long after that, Merlin was finally able to put the problem into words.
Arthur was the Prince of Camelot. He was Uther's son. He was the heir to the throne and the kingdom's best and bravest warrior. He was under almost constant scrutiny by everyone, from commoners all the way up to the King, and yet none of them saw him. Not really. None of them saw Arthur.
None of them treated him like a human being, either. He was expected to be perfect and infallible. That constant judgement would wear away at anyone, whittling them down to a shadow of an individual. He might be a cabbagehead, but Arthur deserved better than that.
It wasn't the kind of thing that changed overnight. He couldn't just magic up loyal knights and good friends for Arthur: people who would give him the strength to grow into the king Merlin knew he could be. Still, with a gentle nudge here and there, he began to fix things.
He started small. Arthur did not need his chambers to be bland and stark and royal. He needed comfort, not neatness. He might never admit it out loud, but Merlin always noted the way that Arthur's shoulders lost their tension when he stepped through those doors.
When he first came into his service, he suspected Arthur's bedchambers were a place he slept and little more. It was part of the reason Merlin didn't take up the side-room, as was expected of him. It should be Arthur's space, as private as he could make it within the public arena of the citadel, though he still drew the line at knocking on the door. He needed to keep Arthur on his toes somehow.
In a hundred little ways, Merlin tried to remind him that he wasn't special, at least, not because he was a prince. He pinched his food to prove that he wasn't afraid of him. He insulted him for pretty much the same reason, and it was glorious to see Arthur snipe back, stepping out of the shadows of court to come alive in response to Merlin's gentle jibes and subtle care.
And it worked. It took time, as all things did, but day-by-day, as the year turned, those small differences built a strong foundation. Arthur gathered good knights around him, and with their help, he gained a better sense of who he was outside of the expectations of court.
In turn, those men – who became his friends with the occasional nudge on Merlin's part – helped him weather the storm of finding out about both Merlin and Morgana's magic. When some of Arthur’s fundamental truths were rattled on their foundations, it was Lancelot, Gwaine and the others who steadied him.
So it was that the trust he and Merlin shared, briefly shattered by those revelations, had the opportunity to reform stronger than ever before.
Now, months later, Merlin sprawled in the chair by the fire, his legs thrown over one arm and his back propped against the other, comfortable in the deep furs that covered the furniture's sturdy frame. A book on healing magic lay open in his palms, and subtle wards laced the door to warn him of anyone's approach.
The flames crackled happily in the grate, filling the room with warmth and comfort as the scratch of Arthur's quill over parchment added to the general air of tranquillity. It was not the frantic scrawl of him working through something urgent, but a slower, steadier sound, as if he were doodling while he lost himself to his thoughts.
Merlin treasured moments like this, and not just because it was rare that Camelot itself was so calm. It settled something deep in his chest to share Arthur's company without any secrets casting their shadows between them. He had not known how much it hurt to hide who he was from Arthur's gaze until it was no longer necessary, and the lack of that burden was a beautiful blessing.
Of course, it stood to reason that Arthur would find it necessary to disturb that tranquillity only a moment later.
'Thank you.'
'Hmmm?' Merlin tilted his head but did not take his eyes off the page, only half-listening.
There was a faint sigh as Arthur rose from his seat, his socked feet quiet over the flagstones as he approached. That was another sign that Arthur felt safe and content here. No sword, no boots and no wretched royal masks. The thick rug before the hearthstone silenced his passage further, and Merlin looked up in surprise as Arthur plonked himself on the floor, watching the fire dance in the grate as he started to speak.
'Did you think I wouldn't notice?' Arthur looked over his shoulder, a wry smile caught on his lips. 'All the things you've done for me, right from the start?'
Merlin wrinkled his nose, letting his doubt make itself known in the slant of his expression. It was not that he thought Arthur stupid, but the man was horribly self-absorbed, sometimes.
'Not straight away, maybe,' Arthur grudgingly acknowledged, 'but I got there eventually.'
'I didn't do much.' Merlin closed the book and tucked it down beside him.
'You did the things that mattered.' Arthur's fingers picked idly at the rug, the ring on his finger gleaming in the firelight. 'Not to Camelot, but to me. That's more than anyone else has ever attempted. Also, you –' He pursed his lips, as if he thought he might be saying too much. 'You stayed, Merlin. Even when I threw things at your head and acted like a prat. You didn't go anywhere.' Arthur pulled a face. 'Though what that says about your intelligence...'
Merlin cuffed him gently around the back of his head, grinning as Arthur merely ducked out of the way, reaching up to catch Merlin's hand in his. He expected a brief touch and nothing more, yet Arthur's thumb swept over the back of his knuckles, tentative and hypnotising. The caress made Merlin's next breath catch in his throat as delicate heat bloomed under his ribs, and he sternly told his foolish heart not to read too much into it. Arthur was grateful, that was all.
Except that when Arthur shuffled around to face him fully, rising onto his knees, the emotion that writ itself upon his face looked too intense to be mere gratitude. The fire lit him from behind, turning that golden hair into a gleaming halo, but it was the light in Arthur's eyes that held Merlin enraptured. He did not think that he'd ever seen Arthur look at anyone like that before: all breathless, eager hope.
'You don't – I –' Arthur sucked in a breath, biting his lip as if he were trying to hold back a battalion of words. His shoulders rose and fell in a sigh, sandy lashes dipping to hide his gaze from view as, very slowly, Arthur lifted their entwined grasp to his lips and brushed a kiss against the back of Merlin's hand.
It was sweet and shy and courtly, and Merlin briefly wondered if he had fallen asleep in front of the fire and was dreaming. This moment seemed far more likely to be a fantasy conjured by his stupid, hopeless heart than anything real, except that no amount of blinking shattered the illusion. Arthur was really there, sitting on the floor in front of Merlin like a penitent before their king.
When had everything changed?
Belatedly, Merlin's stunned thoughts began to pick up speed, flashing up memories for his consideration. When he had found out about his magic, Arthur had stopped touching him. There were no more playful fights and punched shoulders and headlocks. Instead, he kept his distance, and Merlin hated how it felt like a punishment.
But then, when Arthur had reached out again, things were different. He let his shoulder knock against Merlin's when they stood side-by side, or reached out a hand to steady him as they traipsed through the woods after game. He sought him out, too, less because there was some chore to be done and more because Arthur seemed out of sorts when they were apart. Even if they were still in the same room, Merlin had felt Arthur's gaze on him more often than ever before.
Maybe Arthur wasn't the only one who could be self-absorbed. Merlin had been so wrapped up in his quiet, unacknowledged love for Arthur that he had never stopped to notice the tiny clues that maybe, just maybe, Arthur felt the same way about him.
'I'm sorry.' Arthur's voice was rough as he moved to withdraw, misreading Merlin's shock. 'I shouldn't have –'
'Stop!' Merlin's hand tightened around Arthur's, holding him in place as he all but fell out of his chair. The rug saved his knees from a bruising collision with the flagstones, but Merlin wouldn't have noticed either way. All his attention was on Arthur and the hollow, pale look that had replaced the softness in his face, as if he thought he'd overstepped and was berating himself for it. 'Arthur, please. Look at me?'
He reached out with his other hand, resting his palm against Arthur's cheek as he guided his head up. Arthur faced down monsters and furious sorcerers without so much as flinching, but it seemed matters of the heart were different. 'You took me by surprise, that's all. I didn't realise...' Merlin swallowed, pushing aside his excuses. Maybe Arthur had the right of it. Words felt imprecise and clumsy in his mouth, too prone to misunderstanding. Instead, he shifted his grip on Arthur's hand, bringing it hesitantly to his own lips.
He did not close his eyes as his kiss whispered over Arthur's skin, preferring to watch the way Arthur's eyes darkened. A hint of a flush graced his cheeks, and desire flashed its demands down Merlin's spine to clench between his legs. Yet this was about more than just a quick tumble. He could read that much in Arthur's gaze even as he felt its certainty right at the core of him. They could never be fleeting lovers, and not because of something so trite as destiny. Instead, Merlin realised, this was what they had been building to all along.
A moment when all the shifting aspects of their relationship settled into something firm and resolute, hot and yearning.
'You're sure?' Arthur murmured, his words little more than a breath given shape. 'This isn't some duty or obligation, Merlin. This is not something you owe me. It's not another way for you to make me – comfortable.'
'Clotpole.' Merlin's reply was soft and fond as he straightened up. There were a thousand soft reassurances waiting to be spoken, but he held them back. Instead, there was really only one answer that mattered. 'I'm sure.'
Arthur's arm was a warm, firm band around his waist, tugging him close as their lips met: dizzying and breathless. It was heat and longing, and Merlin's scattered thoughts could only coalesce around one notion.
Nothing in the world had ever felt so right.
This room was not just Arthur's sanctuary, it was theirs: a place for them to peel away the masks the citadel forced upon them and simply be themselves. Servant and prince, sorcerer and knight.
Merlin and Arthur. Now, and always.
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nightcereusss · 11 months
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merlin + endearments and mood
merlin: “clotpole” (affectionate)
merlin: “dollophead” (affectionate)
merlin: “cabbagehead” (affectionate)
merlin: “prat” (affectionate)
merlin: “turniphead” (affectionate)
merlin: “ass” (affectionate)
merlin: “sire” (sarcastic)
bonus: 
merlin: “arthur” (panicc)
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