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slocumjoe · 1 year

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What about NSFW facts? About every companion?

He's being very popular lately so I'm eager to know something about Gage.

Actually, I posted a while ago that I wanted to do more risqué stuff. I got, like, 6 different people screaming DO IT DO IT DO IT, and now I have you, and a handful of other people going 👀 where is it👀 wheres the nsfw👀 you said you would 👀

Lol. Enjoy your Gage content.

Warning; you can probably pinpoint which companion i...think about more...

Cait; Mostly a top, will power bottom however. Her partner is in danger while going down on her. Those legs are weapons. You're very brave. Will find lingerie for her partner regardless of gender. Tits are tits and she found a cute bra for yours. Give her a strap on and she'll put a baby in you through sheer will. Has a kink for, oddly enough, knight/princess shit. She likes the idea of a chivalrous knight (her) saving a beautiful, dainty princess (Sole, regardless of gender) from a dragon (deathclaw) and taking them to a marriage bed (fucking on a bench out of nerves and triumph).

Curie; Curves for days. Girl is stacked. You need a snorkel to faceplant in her tits. Finds medical roleplay deplorable, but...she likes a uniform...and there is something sexy about handcuffs...Most likely to wear lingerie behind [REDACTED]. She's great with her hands but doesn't understand that a prostate is a delicate organ and needs to be used sparingly. Forget stars, you're gonna see alien civilizations. If she learns what a titjob is, RIP. Down for anal.

Danse; Submissive, service top, pillow princess bottom. Moans like a pornstar. Extremely sensitive chest. If you boss him around as soon as you'll praise him, he's not going to last long. Really into being tied up. Most likely to cry during sex. He's touchstarved, he's lonely, and he's eager to please. Blushes at the slightest mention of sex or kink. Still nods and goes along with whatever you want. Overstimulation and edging kink. Not into roleplay, but especially can't get into roleplay that involves inappropriate workplace relationships or otherwise dubious consent. If a cop/doctor/knight ever did that, they should have been fired. That's completely unacceptable, there's no way that could be– [muffled sounds of Sole kissing him to shut him up]

Deacon; Most likely to wear lingerie. Does it as a joke until he realizes Sole is actually into it, unironically. Does some crazy things with his tongue, could tie together a whole ass fishing net. Really sensitive thighs. Fav position is anything partially standing. Not quite wall-sex, like...kind of half-over a desk, or leaning against a counter. Not into spontaneous sex, likes to plan ahead. I've said before, big on roleplay, and he needs to have a script ready. Open to all kinks except 69ing, not even for the bit. Gets nervous about the idea of both of them being in anyway gagged, or otherwise silenced. Also...he's a biter....so maybe not the safest...

Gage; Moan in his ear and you can forget walking for a week. Very...auditorially motivated. Is that a word? It is now. Has a thing for chubbier people. Raiders are lanky, walking skeletons or roided up meatloafs. There's no softness to them. So some flab, anywhere on the body? You can bet he's gonna sneak some feels whenever he can. Gage is a thigh guy. Usually pretty dominant, prefers having control, but like...if you push, he's folding. What, he's gonna argue, say no, you can't ride me into the sunset? Will never admit, but if, for whatever reason, his partner laughs during sex, he's fucking smitten. It just...does something to him.

Hancock; Give him oral and he'll melt. Eats ass/pussy like a man starved. The skin feels really weird. Knifeplay kink, blood kink, really into 'dangerous' roleplaying. Public sex is also a yes. Swears up and down he used to have an ass. He did not. Swears up and down the ghoulification made his dick bigger. It did not, was already that size. Has a thing for deep voices. Carries so many condoms on his person because he doesn't want to irradiate any partners. Has a soft spot for sitting positions. Has a hard spot for BDSM. Said it before, but way too into dirty talk. It...gets weird...

MacCready; Ultimate jack-off material is a fantasy of riding the Silver Shroud, back to chest, while the Mistress of Mystery rides him. But he did have a pretty intense crush on KL-E-O for a while...mostly because it had been a while, and she's outwardly flirty...had nothing to do with the build of Assaultatrons. Totally. Nope. Not even a little. Gravitates towards shorter women and taller men. Also has a thing for dark hair and eyes, less attracted to other blondes and other blue-eyed people. Noisy as shit, will bite his lip bloody to keep from cussing. Doggy style is his favorite position but good luck getting him to admit that.

Nick; Again, needs gloves. Dickless, his only option is hands. Lacks a tongue. At least, a...pleasurable one. Begins viewing nice gloves as a kind of lingerie, since they're more visually appealing to his rubber glove and oven mitt. Sex with Nick is a challenge. Also auditorially motivated. He doesn't have anything else. Used to like oral and—bizarrely—pet play. Used to have a sensitive belly and neck. Now, Nick has some wires that give him an interesting jolt when tugged on. Recommended only for the robotically inclined...then again, you wouldn't be here if you weren't, huh?

Piper; Is a loud and proud tit woman and isn't afraid to say it. Will snap necks getting too into face-sitting. Really enjoys having the reigns, actually. Her hips move on their own accord, you may as well sit back and let her body do as it pleases. Ultimate sexy fantasy is...something she's really embarrassed about. The idea of hooking up with a best friend who's already taken, but by a shitty partner, really appeals to her. Will never admit this, God forbid act on it. Semi-public, we-could-get-caught sex is also thrilling. Also a biter and scratcher.

Preston; Weak for shoulders and collarbone. Also, prominent veins. Had a hoe phase when he first joined the Minutemen. Everyone who would know is dead now. Isnt sure he prefers it that way. Likes his partners face-down. A lot more bossy than you'd expect. Pretty vanilla, but shower sex is such a turn on, you'd think it was some deep, dark fetish. Can keep you up for hours without losing stamina. He takes his time with his partners, really explores them and what they like. People who go to bed with always want a second encounter, then a third, a fourth, so on. Shame most of them are dead. Could probably take over Goodneighbor with one 'night on the town.'

X6-88; Throwing my Ace headcanon aside for now. A sexually interested X6-88 is a wildcard. Considers the act a test of physical capabilities. He's a courser. He loves his physical capabilities being tested. Every single time is...more than the last. He wants to get a better grade, something that is normal to want and possible to achieve. First time is standard, the 50th, God knows where you'll be. You might be fulfilling the fetish fantasy of a pre-war basement dweller whose computer X6 read through one time. The activity he most enjoyed took 6 hours of edging and every comic book Sole had collected up to that point. Fun fact; Sole can't read with something inside them. X6 finds this strange—he's had knives and bullets inside him, and he could read just fine. Maybe it's a courser thing.

He's curious, not kinky. That might be worse than kinky.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #hancock #porter gage #for the one codsy fan in the back; the flamethrower is shaped like a dick. maybe could be used like one

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illusionarylibrary · 1 month

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𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹

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✶⊶⊷⊶°.•☆•.° ✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶ °.•☆•.° ⊶⊶⊷✶

- This time, it had only been a couple of days since until you found the child.

- He was sitting next to a tree. The tree you always perched on when you circled the island.

- His head was tilted down, his funny looking hat covering his head. You could swear his hat had the spots of a snow feline. Gah. What was he doing by your tree?

- The moment you perched, his little form twitched to life and he gaze up. Golden eyes met electric blue ones.

- “You’re back.”

- Your nubby ears couldn’t help but perk up. It was the first time you had heard him speak! His voice was still a bit high, but so raspy. Now he sounded like a Boneknapper trying to roar when it was missing a piece of his skeleton.

- “I…have a fish for you.”

- He held out a fresh looking fish, his hands shaking probably from the cold.

- Was that tuna?! Oooh, you loved tuna! Tuna and salmon were your favorite fish, but the moment he dumped his bag out, you hissed at the sight of…an eel.

- An eel. An eEL! EEL! EW EW EW! AGH!

- “W-woah! Ah, wait! Wait, uh. You d-don’t like eel? Huh?”

- He threw it away…he had a surprisingly good throw for such a, well, maybe not so frail human child.

- “Sorry about that. Ya, I don’t like eel either. Reminds me of Sea King.”

- Sea King? Oh yes. Those ribbon-looking beasts who ruled the seas now that dragons like the Bewilderbeast were gone. Those slimy freaks. You didn’t like eel. You didn’t like Sea King.

- Once you refocused on the child, you saw him wiping his small spotted hands on his cloak. Hmm, his finger tips looked extremely red. What did the humans call it? Frostbite?

- You dropped from your perch, sniffing around the fish pile before gobbling up the ones you liked the least before finishing with the best fish.

- You turned to the boy, sniffing at his body to make sure he wasn’t holding out on you.

- “Wha, h-hey. No- no more. I don’t have anymore!”

- He was backed into a tree, falling on his rear when the Light Fury’s rounded muzzle was right in front of his face. He didn’t have anymore. But the docks were so heavily guarded, and his hands were too cold to properly fish. He didn’t even know how to really truly fish like Cora did…Cora…oh- eu-EUGH!!

- You had thrown up the upper half of a fish, sitting back on your hind legs while tilting your head like a confused puppy. Now it was your turn to look confused.

- It was a gift. He didn’t have anymore fish, so you should give at least a bit of what he had given you!

- Ooooh…it was all warm and coated with saliva. Ugh, if he wasn’t trying to become a doctor, he probably would’ve been sick. But he’s- he’s seen worse.

- “I- um, what? What am I supposed to do with…uuuh-“

- Both of you stared at each other. You just swallowed your saliva while making straight eye contact with the youngling.

- “Oh.”

- He didn’t look too pleased with the gift. He picked up the fish, sniffing it, making a weird face, before weakly glancing up at you. He gave a weirded out expression.

- You swallowed again.

- “Ah…n-no thank you.”

- Oh. Well, at least he didn’t throw it away like the eel. So…the youngling wasn’t hungry then? Eh, whatever. He could eat it later if that’s what he wanted.

- You watched him place it by his bag, sitting up before looking dead bro your eyes. What a weird feeling. Was this youngling challenging you? Ah, why was he stretching his hand out??

- He wanted to get a closer look. His child like nature took hold and the boy just wanted to know more about the Light Fury.

- However, when it zoomed off into the snow, blending perfectly into the white wonderland, he looked a bit…blank. He felt curiosity dig into his brain. He had studied so much about all sorts of creatures. He’s dissected frogs. He was a strange child.

- But he was a child nonetheless.

- …and that was a dragon who gave him a, uh, fish head.

#how to train your dragon #httyd #one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #imagine #how to train your dragon x reader #one piece x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #x reader #x reader platonic #plane writings

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triplesilverstar · 6 months

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Maybe somewhere to belong

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Body dysmorphia, Pre-Canon, Illnesses, Major Illness, Major Character Injury, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Experimentation, Medical Examination, Dreams and Nightmares, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Heavy Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Fever, Running Away, Communication Failure, Soft Vash the Stampede, Mild Smut, Not Beta Read, Heartbreaking, Imprisonment, Dark Past, Murder, Cartoon Physics, Vashs' Coat as a blanket, Needles, Nightmares

Word count: Roughly 2.3K

A/N: Chapter seven of Even sand can't hide all the skeletons in your closet. The final chapter of this little arc in the series. Maybe someday I will write a fic in order as a long fic. I have my doubts. I also realized I can work smarter and not harder by pulling the AO3 tags on my stuff into a word document for easier posting.

The next few days pass in a blur or at least that’s how it feels to you, then again you are still recovering from your sickness.

When you weren’t asleep you found yourself either in the atrium wandering around and feeling the muscles in your legs starting to have their strength come back after a week and a half of barely being used. Or in Brad’s workshop.

When he told you he made Vash’s arm and hand he had your rapt attention, of course, you didn't tell him what a fan you were of some of the features of his hand. Or what you sometimes did with it. You did tell him however you had to agree, Vash’s prosthetic was a masterpiece of engineering and told Brad you’d do your best to stop Vash from breaking it as this was the older man’s largest issue with Vash. Claiming he was careless with his masterpiece, making you laugh.

Another reason you enjoyed being in Brad’s workshop was simple, Brad was the first person who seemed to understand how your specialized bullets worked and how to manufacture them.

Glad you’d kept the casings for those rounds, instead of turning them in for salvage like Vash did. Or at least when he remembered to grab them. Sitting on the bench and making them brought you a sense of tranquility, repetitive work that some might have found mind numbing, left you calm.

Brad also did a little tinkering to your ear piece once he learned a little more about it. Vash had quite the laugh when he walked in and saw a dozen or so wires connected to your head while Brad did a bit of reprogramming. You enjoyed it even more when Vash was put through a similar treatment with his earring, but at the end of the day it was worth it. You had handy dandy little communication devices connected to one another now. Well and in your case a far more fine tuned hearing implement.

The day before you were set to leave Luida and Brad stated they had a surprise for you which left you feeling like a fish out of water.

“This should help you from having to come back so soon.” A small metal box handed to you, lifting the lid revealed a pen-like device with a short needle. Looking at both of them curious.

“It’s an injector” Brad supplied, reading the confusion on your face having learned from the twitching of your brows these last few days. “These” tapping the cartridges you could see built inside of it “contain flash frozen cultures of your white blood cells.”

“Next time you get sick or injured, prime one of them like so” Luida showed you on a similar pen that wasn’t loaded, watching as the needle descended. “The device will thaw the sample instantaneously, then slamming it against your skin.” Again a demonstration, using a piece of paper. “The needle will inject it into your skin, and eject the used cartridge. Try to hold on to those if you can.”

“Gave me a little trouble to think of, but nothing as complicated as my masterpiece.” Hearing Brad boast you laugh, looking at the case in awe. In less than a week, these two have shown you more kindness than some who had called you a friend showed you in years.

Tears of joy streaming down your face “I don’t think I can ever thank the two of you enough for this. You’ve both been so kind to me.” Gripping the case tightly and holding it to your chest, looking back to both of their faces. “I wish, I could repay you somehow.”

“Bah. Don’t you worry about that Kid.” Brad reaches out smacking you on the shoulder in a show of gruff affection. “Just try and keep Vash from getting into too much trouble.”

“That. Is an impossible task” you deadpan, Vash looking at you like you’ve betrayed him in the most cruel of ways a few large fake tears forming in his eyes. Luida and Brad just laugh, Luida hiding her mouth behind her hand almost daintily.

“Now. We have a surprise for both of you.” Heading for the door, Luida doesn’t wait for either of you. Leaving you and Vash to share a look of bewilderment, what kind of surprise could they have for both of you? A shrug of his shoulders before making a motion for you to follow behind her and Brad’s retreating form as both of you follow the pair.

Moving along the ship, down a few corridors and passing by Vash’s room the older duo stop in front of a door, opening it and gesturing for you to go inside. A wave of Vash’s hand, offering to let you go first, stepping through the threshold. The room is almost identical to one Vash has, just slightly larger, the bed double wide is the greatest difference.

“Ugh. I already have a room?” Vash is clearly baffled, and you snicker as an idea on what might be being offered floats around in your mind.

“You do Vash. However, your partner doesn’t.” Luida sets her attention directly on you. “Since Vash is already a member, allow me as the leader of ship three, or more commonly known as Home, to welcome you. From now on, this room is both of yours. We had a meeting about you young lady, and it was decided to make you the same offer as Vash. Welcome Home.”

That statement rings in the air.

Home.

Four walls, something to call your own. Looking at Vash you can see he’s watching you as well, to see what your reaction to the words are going to be. Maybe someday, when you aren’t feeling as raw, you’ll tell him that he is your home but for now you smile letting it reach your eyes.

Facing Luida, unaware of the twinkle in your eyes, the way your smile beams at the older pair soothing Luida’s soul in a way she hadn’t been expecting. “Thank you. For everything. I’m” pausing as the words don’t seem to have enough weight to properly convey how you feel. “Ecstatic to be here.”

The older pair leave you and Vash to your own devices, moving your belongings from his room to your now shared room. It feels surreal.

To have somewhere to call home.

Items moved, Vash wastes no time wrapping both of his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and nuzzling your hair. “Who’d have thought? If I wanted a bigger room I just needed to bring a girl home.” Both of you starting to laugh, your own arms wrapping around his and relishing in the moment.

“I get the feeling you wouldn’t bring just any gal home.” A low humming, tilting his head so your foreheads are together and his nose is pressing against yours. These last few days have been the longest you’ve seen Vash so unguarded. No sunglasses, no big red coat, he doesn’t need to put on an act for these people. They know him, he doesn’t need to hide behind a smile, behind the mask of a fool he’s perfected.

“You’re right. She’d have to be pretty special.” Laughing as his breath washes across your face his lips so close you aren’t sure how they aren’t brushing against yours.

“Keep talking like that and I’m gonna have one hell of an ego.” Grinning at you, this close you have a front row seat to all the micro expressions crossing his eyes. Wondering if he can see all the same expressions in your eyes. If not, you hope he can see the one you feel the most towards him right now, in this moment.

“Nah. You know your limits too well to get a big head from something like that.” Closing the distance to slide his lips against yours. The first kiss the two of you have shared since you’ve arrived on the ship, full of longing and desperation. Breaking apart when the need for oxygen becomes far too great to ignore, yet the distance between you both is negligible. “I missed this.”

“Me too Sunshine. Me too.” Caressing your cracked lips against his for another fiery exchange, moving in tandem to the bed and falling on your sides together, trying to keep the space between your bodies nonexistent.

Using your hips you roll Vash onto his back, blazing a trail of nips and licks down to his neck, while his hands are going for the hem of your shirt. Breaking more from his body as he tugs the garment upwards, helping you get out of the fabric before firing it across the room. Mouth going back to the tender skin of his neck, licking and sucking at his pulse point making Vash moan under you, his hips jerking upwards looking for a hint of friction. Starting to grow hard.

“Tell me what you want baby” whispered against his skin, grinning as you looking down at the purple blooming on his neck. Both of your chests heaving as you stare at one another.

“I wa-”

The door to your room opening causing both of you to stiffen. “Hey if you two are…” The sound of Brad’s voice trailing off. “Lock the damn door!” Yelled at both of you as you hear Brad turn on his heels hard enough for it to make an audible sound.

“Who the hell walks into someone’s room without knocking!” You fire back, pulling away and sitting up. Vash slamming his hands against his face, crimson skin peaking through, the chub that he had been sporting gone flaccid. “At least you aren’t half naked Vash.”

“We. Can. Never. Come. Home. Again.” Mortified at what happened all you can do is roll your eyes at Vash and his dramatics.

“It’s not that bad.” Getting off him and the bed, striding towards where your shirt had landed. “Might as well go see what he wants since that moment was sort of ruined.” Sighing and heading for the closed doorway.

A hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling your body back into Vash’s embrace, a quick peck to your forehead. Then beside your right eye, your chin, then your lips. “Next time Mayfly. There’s always next time.”

At least Brad was also a shade of pink when the door opened, tapping his foot and looking down the hallway. “What'd you want ya pervert?” Slipping from your lips making Vash flail, even more embarrassed and resulted in Brad giving both of you a lecture on how to lock a “damn door.”

As your final night before departing to continue on your journey came, you found yourself back in the atrium, laying on your back beside Vash looking up at the stars visible through the massive panes.

“I still can’t believe something like this exists on Noman’s land.” Whispering as you stare up into the sky.

“It does, which is why it’s a carefully kept secret. Just enough people awake to keep the terraforming efforts on track and not draw on too much plant energy.” Voice flat as Vash speaks, the fingers of his prosthetic tracing the scars and lines of your right palm.

“I won’t tell anyone what I learned here today Sunshine.” A promise, something you don’t often do, but damn you want to keep this one. Keep this place safe, because it might be a long time coming and you already feel a connection to this place. This home , and the support for what they want to do, doing the right thing even if it takes a long time. It’s the best plan. The right plan.

And the best things take time. “Hey. A shooting star! Oh wait, sorry, as you said that one night you got drunk, it’s just a piece of space debris burning up as it enters the upper atmosphere.” His exuberance doesn’t fade as his words shift to teasing taking a clear jab at you and the one night on this planet you don’t remember.

“Sounds like something I’d say.” Laughing as you keep looking towards the sky. No matter how long you’ve been here, you still miss it, flying the great traverse between them. A long sigh, it’s been a long week but you’re glad things are starting to go back to normal between the two of you.

“The moon is beautiful, Isn’t it?” you feel yourself frown, what the hell is he talking about? Through the glass dome, you can see two of the moons, turning to ask him which one he means. Except the words die in your throat. His gaze is ardent staring at you, those expressive eyes of his, a light with emotion. An emotion that through him, you’ve come to find again.

Feeling your face grow warmer, certain you’re turning a deeper shade. “I think the moon you’re talking about is a little flustered.” Almost stuttering the words, reaching the hand he isn’t holding across to land over his racing heart.

“It just makes that moon all the more charming.” A blush growing on his face too, shaking your head with a wide smile, choosing to shuffle over so more of your sides are pressed together.

“As long as the sun keeps gracing the moon with its light.” Heart full, you both go back to watching the stars, an easy silence reining between you.

When dawn comes the next morning, it’s a strange goodbye with Brad and Luida, especially for you when Luida pulls you into her arms. A whisper to keep yourself safe against your ear. A clap of a hand to your shoulder from Brad, before you and Vash both saddle up tomas, bags lighter then when you arrived.

You both left a few things behind in your room, things you won’t need that take up space in your bags. For you, that’s your cylinder that can no longer be locked. Another baby step. You’ll never find tomorrow, if you keep looking at yesterday.

The past might define who you’ve become, but it won’t define who you are. If you can hold onto that one thought, you can find a way to make Vash see it too. That thought of having a future with him is a small seed planted in your mind.

Back to Masterlist for the series

#vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #trigun #twink writes #Bullets Bandits Ghosts & Typhoons #tristamp

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symphonicmetal101 · 2 years

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OBEY ME CHARACTERS AS DIFFERENT MONSTERS FROM AROUND THE WORLD HCS

These are sfw, and always will be on this blog.

ANYWAYS

I tried to write actual hcs but I just ended up saying "this is the monster and what it does", nothing super specific but Im too fucking tired to fix it now lmao

Also also, I did only a little bit of research due to the lack of time to motivation ratio I have, so PLEASE let me know if any of these hold cultural significance in that it would be offensive for me to use it this way. Its not intentional if it is, and I will change it as soon as I know. Thank you lovies.

Tw: alludes to death, blood, gore etc. Not of mc, just in nature of these creatures and what they do/look like, also the first two are the worst, I swear the rest are better lmao

Word Estimate: 1.2K bc I cant copy this entire doc on mobile to check

The Peuchen is a shapeshifter that makes a strange whistling sound before it attacks. It has the ability to strike fear into whoever looks it in the eyes, paralyzing them in order to drain their blood and take their heart without leaving a mark. The only way it can be eliminated is by the hand of a Mapuche medicine woman.

Lucifer- Peuchen (Mapuche/Chilean)

He loooves making his nest huge in a rocky outcropping. Its something he's very proud and protective of, so its actually built very well. It would have to be, seeing as literally anything shiny he comes across gets dumped into the nest. Has even more trouble remembering where he put stuff, but is quicker to recoginize faces. Whenever he gets pouty or flustered theres a sound like a paper fan being opened as he puffs his wings up.

Mammon- Harpy (Greek/Roman)(also yeah yeah ikik they're female in the myths but this is the only exception Ive made)

Levi- Baak (Assamese)

Baak are said to live in bodies of water, and they are shapeshifters, taking on the body of their last victim to journey on land and take their victims place in order to eliminate their entire family. However, some Baak merely play tricks on people, especially children, and thats moreso where Levi lies when he finally decides he wants to be percieved. Also only coming around when there are children reduces his chances of getting hurt or needing to fight. Keeping him at bay just takes a broken fishing net.

Satan- Erzhong Ren (耳中人) (Chinese)

(This monster was introduced in the second story of Liaozhai i.e. the critically acclaimed Qing Dynasty compilation of Chinese supernatural stories.

He's a tiny little ogre that lived in a scholars ear. Going off of this, he enjoys listening to and absorbing information, but doesnt want to run the risk of you/his "host" getting rid of him, so he stays in places that makes it difficult for you to do so. It also means...you HAVE to listen to his opinions.

Asmodeus- Gimuho (Korean)

Similar to the Kitsune, the Gimuho disguises itself as a woman (or just a generally attractive person) to make people fall in love with them. Once they fall in love with him, he devours their heart and other organs :D

Beelzebub- Gashadokuro (Japanese)

Gigantic skeletons formed by the amassed bones of people who died of starvation. They bite the heads off of travelers and drink their blood. They possess the ability to become invisible, and are indestructable, lasting as long as their malicious energy takes to run out. Kinda sounds like if Beel went on a rampage after falling...

Belphie- Bakhtak (Iranian)

It sits on your chest while you’re sleeping aiming to suffocate you to death. It has been depicted as a goblin, a stout heavy looking little man. He is the reason for your nightmares, shortness of breath, and more.

Diavolo- Ifrit (Islamic/Arabian)

Ok so, at its base, an Ifrit is very similar, if not a type, of demon. However I am still including it because I said I will. An ifrit is a powerful and (often though not always) malevolent supernatural being. Magic is the only thing that can overpower them. Although they are often depicted as malicious and ruthless, it is not always true. The ifrit live in complex societies, and will sometimes marry humans and live peacefully with them. They can appear in their truest form, of smokeless fire, or take on the appearance of animals or a human.

Barb - Domovoy (Russian)

A Domovoy is a small household spirit that is known for both causing mischief and assisting with household chores. It depends on how well you treat them. They are able to see into the future, and guard the family that dwells in the house. Sometimes it shows displeasure by causing grating noises or upsetting family pets, but is easily put back to rest with a loaf of bread or another small offering.

Mephistopheles - Dark Watcher (United States - specifically California)

They don’t bring harm or joy, merely ominous as they stand and watch you from a distance, silhouettes with circular eyes that glow a bit. In Mephistopheles case, he likes to observe people over the course of centuries, documenting the differences he notices as time passes.

Simeon - Hyter Sprites (English folklore? Norfolk?)

These sprites have been reported to help lost children return home after dark. It was mostly parents that would villianize them, but the sprites have never harmed the children they have brought home. (They also bring home and protect donkeys askljdhlksajdas) and encourage the children to behave for their parents afterwards.

Raphael- Lamassu (Sumerian)

The Lamassu was a symbol of an ox, eagle, human, and lion used to ward off bad spirits from entering ones home in the Mesopotamian period. It was also said the the Lamassu would reward heroes with many riches after completing missions.

Luke - Fastachee (Native American, did not find specifics)

Often depicted as a small dwarf or gnome like creature, the Fastachee shares corn and medicinal insight with humans. They also heal animals suffering from ailments. The Native American tribes would also share their insight with the Fastachee (Little Giver) and had a positive and respectful relationship with it.

Thirteen- Banshee (Irish)

The banshee is a female spirit said to appear preceding the death of a loved one. She will wail or shriek to warn family members of the coming disaster. Her physical appearance varies, but Thirteen specifically likes to appear as the figure as a young woman in the family that has already passed as a way to herald the death of another loved one.

Solomon- Rübezahl (German/Polish)

Rübezahl appears as a capricious giant, gnome, or mountain spirit. With decent people, he shows them magic/medicine and how to use the land around them. If someone has poor intentions and tricks him, he exacts revenge in an equal manner. In some folklore, he plays the role of a trickster.

If this flops I'll cry

I literally worked for months on this because of my brain being frustrating and trying to find to find things that fit, and some of them Im still not happy with. Yes, there are a few that could have better fitting monsters but by the time I found out about them, I had already written about another monster from the same country. So please be gentle is what Im trying to say djskdbskjs I DO NOT have the emotional energy to deal with asshats

Thank you bbs

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badly-drawn-doflamingo · 2 years

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Picture if you will,

The Strawhats are chilling, it’s super hot, it’s summer, and Sanji needs Chopper.

“CHOPPER, COME HERE!!- C- Oi, Usopp, have you seen Chopper anywhere?” Sanji inquires the fisherman.

“No- actually, I haven’t seen him all day.”

This bothers Sanji, for, normally, Chopper was at the center of all of the action, along side Usopp and Luffy, like a child trying to hang out with the big kids. But, not today. Was he inside?

Before Sanji can even reach the door to the kitchen, the blonde is frozen in his tracks at the odd sound beside him. A pained grunt from Brook, who follows this by clutching his covered chest.

“Brook, are- you ok?” Sanji watches, worry setting in. He’s accompanied now by Nami, Robin and Franky, who’s attention was peeked at the odd display of pain from a being otherwise known for his LACK of it.

“I-I’m fine i- just- m-my chest really hurts-“

Another coughing fit is spurred suddenly once more, the skeleton still desperately grasping his chest. It reminded Sanji of Zeff‘a frequent hacking after a bit too long smoke outside on the deck.

“Brook- why don’t I get Chopper- this doesn’t seem.. normal, especially for you-“

“No really, I’m fine!-“ Brook attempts to reason, standing loosely on shaking legs. “I don’t need to go to such a hassle for such a measly cough!-“

This comment is soon followed by more severe coughing, then, a doubling of his knee joints, leaving the skeleton bent over on the ground. Usopp, already having dropped his fishing pole, rushes to the side of the older man, holding his back like someone would a grandpa.

“Brook, you’re going to see Chopper- Sanji, get him-“

“aHHUGH—“

The gravely scream of Brook’s moaning tone breaks the tone to a much more severe pitch, all heads on the Sunny’s deck turning to face him, some with fear, others with confused concern. Finger bones tightly hold the loose jacket buttons, and cravat, and his skull is twisted into an expression of most likely agony. The screams cut off by his body’s strange reaction; flinging his spine backwards, head towards the sky, along with his torso facing upward, he looks as if he is about to loose his second life. Usopp quickly releases, fearful and in shock, not knowing what to even do, or how to approach the dramatic display.

“Brook!!- just wait I’ll get help!-“ Sanji, hand on the door, calls out to him, attempting any sign of admittedly feverish, reassurance. This action isn’t even able to be completed before the sound of screaming, from both Sanji, and the crew comes forth, in a cacophony of emotions. For, from Brooks jacket, where his hands so tightly gripped, comes another; a hoof, grasping outwards between the fabric, like a monsterous birth of an unknown devil.

Another follows, grabbing at Brook’s hand, which pulls away to hold himself steady on his knees, head still laying across the ground, mouth ajar. Passed out, apparently due to the trauma inflected by the emerging parasite.

“OH MY GOD-“ Usopps screams ring Sanji’s ears, along with the shrill fearful cry of Nami.

His instinct is to run to her, however his legs, as kind as he ever was to them, fail him. They remain rooted in place, his eyes equally frozen on the sight before him.

Brook’s jacket buttons become undone, one of the small hooves doing so, gingerly. After three of the multiple are undone, the undoing stops, seemingly having created enough of an exit for the being to leave its host’s ribs. Brown fur, and a pair of antlers follow, then, a familiar blue nose.

Chopper

He steps out, like a new born infant, spilling into Brook’s broken lap like his own entrails. Tumbling out, he sits in the skeletons lap, looking around while his eyes get adjusted.

“Hey!- Is everyone ok? Sorry Brook!! I forgot to tell you and I was afraid I’d startle you!! I fell asleep in your ribs- cause of the cold air!! It’s too hot for me!! Are you ok :3 ??”

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dracoria-nebulae · 7 months

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Sorry if this was mentioned in Abyssal Lights but do you have a compilation of the physical description of the reader in your fic?? Or maybe photo references if you can??? I keep on imagining them differently every time I lovingly reread your fic (this is more of a me thing tho lol, i promise it's not your writing!)

Hi hi! So, while bits of the siren's appearance is directly mentioned, it's not entirely set in stone. I'm sadly not an artist, else I'd make her reference myself! There's some room for interpretation in there for her. I do apologize for her description being slightly vague, it's a little harder for me too without a proper reference hehe. I would definitely advise checking out @caycanteven 's interpretation of the siren! I know I love looking at it heh.

I'll try and put it together here to a degree from what I've mentioned. The siren is huge, though I've not fully settled on a total length. Her torso/upper half alone is larger than the skeletons, even the taller ones. Her tail would be easily more than 3x the length of her upper half, probably even more due to being a deep sea eel species! Oh and her torso is mostly androgynous, only vaguely feminine heh. Her tail is shaped like an eel of course, however unlike actual eels she has a lot more variety of fins, most flowing and when healthy quite attractive. For a species like sirens, their appearance is important too for mating. She has more than one set of gills, some on her humanoid half and some on her tail due to the size of her body. Facially she is a lot flatter than a human. She has a slight nasal ridge with somewhat hidden nostrils. I'd almost think a lot like some Undyne fanart. Her mouth is unusually wide, it almost makes it look like she's smiling all the time and towards the ends there's bands of fibrous tissue that's more of her teal-y glow color, giving her a look almost like she's blushing. This is all part of her ability to open her mouth incredibly wide and eat things a lot larger than you'd expect. She has large eyes that have vertical pupils, with two sets of eyelids. One like normal and secondary clear ones. She doesn't usually blink or close her eyes unless sleeping so it gives her an eerie intensity and sort of innocence. She has no brows hah. Like a lot of mers or sirens, she has ear fins, helps her emote where her face lacks a lot of motion. There are the exit holes for her nostrils hidden behind her ear fins too! Since fish don't exactly use nostrils for anything other than smelling, they aren't connected to other parts of her internals. This is the more important one, where humans have hair, she has a 'hair' like growth of something between jellyfish lappets/tentacles and barbels. They are prehensile and work as sensory organs and more. (Though at the current time of the fic they are short and dirtied as she hasn't cared for them at all. Much like her fins.) Her scales when healthy are a black+purple so dark that it becomes iridescent, though right now they are closer to an ashy black/grey. Her body, fins, hair, face, are covered in markings that are capable of glowing a bright teal, having usually a blue-ish tint to them when not lit up. Patterns are up to interpretation but I imagine a mixture of stripes and spots. Her whole body is mostly scaled actually, even though eels typically aren't scaled hahaha.

#hhhhh #dracoria talks #abyssal lights #fic stuff #god I love that art so much #I wish I could draw lol #thanks for the ask! <3 #anon ask #I put my shit under the keep reading so it wasn't too long #still #you can technically interpret them however you like for details

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coal-wings-and-cold-fronts · 2 years

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Top 5 clouds?

Clouds! Okay, now this is a topic I could spend all day on! Seriously anon, do you have any idea what you’ve just asked of me?? Of the floodgate you’ve just opened???

Before I jump into my personal list, however, I’m going to outline the basics of cloud classification to make things a bit easier to understand how each species of cloud gets its name. And because talking everyone’s ears off about the weather gives me life!

So to start with, each type of cloud is firstly grouped by genus, each of which is determined by the cloud’s altitude, or the level at which they form in the troposphere. For example, high level (cirro-, or cirrus), mid-level (alto-), multi-level (nimbo-, cumulo-, or cumulus), and low level (strato-, or stratus). From there, each genus can then be divided further into numerous species characterized by physical form: stratiform (sheets of cloud), cirriform (wisps of cloud), stratocumuliform (patches, waves, and rolls of cloud), cumuliform (convective heaps of cloud) and cumulonimbiform (convective towers of cloud). Lastly, each genera or species can be even further broken down into separate varieties based on opacity ( translucidus, opacus, etc,.) or pattern ( intortus, radiatus, floccus, etc,.). So for example, a stratocumulus floccus would be a low level puffy heap of clouds that appears in a pattern of ragged tufts, sometimes accompanied by a wispy tail of ice crystals. Seems pretty straightforward enough right? Well hold on, there’s more! Aside from the main classifications I listed above, clouds can also be classified as accessory clouds, though these are usually considered to be supplementary features of a parent cloud, and not separate species themselves. Wall clouds, shelf clouds, mammatus clouds, and even the condensation funnel, or visible part of a tornado, are all examples of accessory clouds. One last thing, clouds are not strictly limited to the troposphere. There are a handful of types that form among the higher layers of the atmosphere, namely the stratosphere and mesosphere. For the sake of simplicity, I’m not going to dive too much into them, but they have their own classification system as well. Now, with all that said, moving on to the list! In ascending order, my top five favorite clouds are:

5. Cirrus vertebratus

A high level cloud, it gets its name from its appearance, which resembles a spinal column or fish skeleton! The gaps in between the “ribs” are caused by sinking air warming as it descends. One neat little factoid about these clouds is that they can be used to pinpoint the location of the jet stream. Typically, they’re fair weather clouds, though if they start to band together with other cirrus into a thicker layer of cloud across the sky, they can be harbingers of an approaching frontal system.

4. Altocumulus lenticularis

Sometimes called lenticular clouds for simplicity, these are a mid-level stationary species resembling UFOs. (And are assumed to have been the cause of numerous “sightings” over the years.) Commonly seen above mountains, they’re formed when moist, stable air flows up and over the side of the mountain, creating a series of waves. Condensation will occur at the crest of the wave if the air temperature equals the dew point, and evaporation will occur through the trough of the wave where air temperature and the dew point are not equal. The result is a lens like cloud, constantly forming and dissipating over these waves of air. Sometimes, a whole series of lenticular clouds will form one on top of each other, giving off the appearance of a giant stack of pancakes floating in the sky.

3. Asperitas clouds

A cloud in which its bark is worse than its bite, asperitas clouds are actually considered a supplementary feature rather than a distinct species, appearing in conjunction with stratocumulus and altocumulus, typically following violent storm activity. They’re commonly found over the Midwestern portion of the U.S. and they can create quite a spectacle, rolling lazily across the sky like waves on the ocean.

2. Cumulonimbus incus

My list just wouldn’t be complete without these imposing behemoths of raw power! Formed by strong, convective updrafts, the cumulonimbus incus is a multi-level cloud signifying a mature thunderstorm, or a storm during its strongest phase in development. The flat, anvil-like top is the result of wind shear, or inversion at the tropopause, the boundary between the troposphere and the stratosphere. In other words, the cloud has grown so tall that it starts spreading out in a cirriform top since it can go no higher. However, in the case of particularly severe weather, sometimes the updrafts within these clouds are so staggeringly powerful, that they can punch through the tropopause into the stratosphere, creating a rounded dome of cloud on top of the cirriform anvil called an “overshooting top.” (An overshooting top lasting ten minutes or longer is a good indication the storm is a supercell with strong mesocyclone activity.) Out of every cloud species, these are the most hazardous, producing heavy rainfall, gusty winds, large hail, frequent lightning, and possibly even tornadoes. Despite all of its dangers though, it’s arguably among the most awe inspiring of all natural phenomena one can witness, and if you’re a huge weather enthusiast, simply catching a glimpse of these beasts is enough to make your day. Seriously, you haven’t lived until you’ve watched a supercell, ominously dark and backlit by the setting sun, slowly roll in over your town!

1. Noctilucent clouds

And finally, my all time favorite cloud! Noctilucent clouds, or “night shining” clouds, are an incredibly rare polar mesospheric variety that can be found at higher latitudes. Composed entirely of ice crystals, they’re too faint to be viewed during the day, and can only be seen during astronomical twilight, when the lower layers of the atmosphere are covered by the earth’s shadow, while the upper layers and clouds are still touched by sunlight. The result is a beautiful, and vaguely eerie, deep blue sky awash with luminescent streaks of feathery cloud.

All hail the glow cloud!

#sorry for the novel but this was such an exciting question to answer!#clouds are honestly one of my favorite aspects of the weather #they’re like ever changing paintings in the sky symbolizing the fluidity of life itself #thanks for the asks!

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grizzlyofthesea · 1 year

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Ranking my Monster High Collection, just because

I've been into Monster High for...a while. I don't remember how I got into it, but I know that I immediately latched onto Lagoona; I always go for the blue characters (except for TMNT, because Donnie). Though it's not huge compared to what others have, I do have a sizable collection of Monster High dolls. Here, I'll rank and discuss them.

Here's a key for the meaning of the colors: birthday/Christmas gift, bought during initial sales, bought second-hand.

S Tier - The Best of the Best

Boo-Riginal Creeproduction Lagoona - I'd always wanted a first-wave Lagoona, but this is even better! Her hair is curly and fluffy, she isn't derp-eyed, and I didn't have to fork over hundreds of dollars for her! There are so many cool details scattered throughout her design, too. For example, her tank top? That's actually a one-piece swimsuit. And her shorts are sparkly! I was lucky to find her and the other creepros at my local Walmart during the initial drop. Wish I could say the same about Reel Drama...

Haunt Couture Lagoona - Man, was I lucky with this one! She sold out in about six minutes, from what I heard. But anyway, people don't like her because she doesn't reference her basic look as much as the others, and I get why they feel that way. However, I feel like she looks the most "deluxe" of the HC line (except for Draculaura, because OF COURSE), and the most couture-like. Her outfit is the only one I could see on an actual fashion runway. And her face is super pretty! I like how they gave her eyes a more segmented look instead of the other ghouls' gradient shine. Oh, and her fish GLOWS IN THE DARK.

Boo-riginal Creeproduction Clawdeen - I'm not particularly attached to Clawdeen as a character, but her design? Beautiful. There are so many flashy elements--the tank top with its sparkly tiger stripes, the fur-lined jacket, the layered skirt, the knee-high stockings--that you'd think would clash, but they really work well together. And like Lagoona, Creepro Clawdeen has wavier, fluffier hair than her 2010 counterpart. Perfect for our "werewolf equivalent of Rapunzel."

School's Out Lagoona - I adore the shoes and tote bag. The material they're made of is super satisfying to touch. The outfit itself is amazing, too. The asymmetrical fishnet details really complement the strapless jumpsuit. It feels fancy and hip, but still Lagoona-like. And the fish skeleton earrings are just amazing!!!

Isi Dawndancer - From what I've heard, Isi is controversial because Mattel combined elements from a ton of different tribes to construct her without consulting any actual American Indians, homogenizing/stereotyping them in the process. I can't say that I have much room to speak on the matter, just that I definitely get why people find her offensive. But good gosh, I can't help but love how colorful she is. And her deer-like features, like her white freckles and her hooves (yes, actual hooves instead of feet!!!)? Absolutely amazing. If she comes back for G3, I hope they handle her more respectfully.

C.A. Cupid (Signature) - Beautiful in every way. Her face? Amazing. The heart-shaped highlights in her eyes are super cool, her heart/rosebud-shaped lipstick really stands out, and the blush on her cheeks is a great touch. Her outfit? Spectacular. All of the fabrics work well to give her dress an eerie yet romantic vibe. Her accessories? Perfect. It's bow-and-arrow everything; her earrings and the heels on her shoes are an asymmetrical bow/arrow set, and her ring is a miniature bow and arrow. Her hair? Needs de-gluing and restyling, but it's still lovely. Shorter hair on Monster High dolls is always awesome. She also has this really cool white-to-black gradient on all of her limbs, plus some lacy detailing. You just need to see her to believe her.

Boo-riginal Creeproduction Draculaura - Pink isn't really my thing, but I can't deny that Draculaura looks cool. Her vest and her cravat are probably my favorite parts of her outfit. I also like how neatly folded her skirt is, compared to Clawdeen's more irregular pleats. Oh, and I de-glued her bangs when I got her, and she looks SO much better that way!

A Tier - The Clawsomes

Mad Science Lagoona - Her hair was an absolute mess when I first got her--tangled beyond belief, glue everywhere, braids partially undone... But I've done my best to restore her, and I think she looks better now. I just love her in general. Both her dress and her casual outfit look cute, and the accessories are on point. She has a notebook, a pencil, a beaker, one of those three-eyed frogs from the webisodes, and a gargoyle egg, among other things.

Dead Tired Lagoona (2011) - Yes, I've got the Hydration Station, too. Yes, it's amazing...when it works. I think I might need to replace the batteries and/or clean it. (Any tips? I'll take all the help I can get!!) But right now, I'm talking about Lagoona herself. She may be simple, but she's great. Her blue lips really do feel like her natural lip color, and her ponytail is a nice hairstyle. Her pajamas look really comfy, too (minus the platform slippers, but that's just MH custom), and she even has a matching sleep mask. I'd wear them myself if I were more of a tank top person. Neptuna has a little mask of her own as well. That's just cute. :)

Boo-riginal Creeproduction Frankie - Pretty simple, but also super cute. I love her fishnet sleeves and her belt. G1 Frankie really is the epitome of "simple, but effective."

Skull Shores Cleo - What can I say? I'm a sucker for turquoise and gold. I like short hair on Cleo, too. Oh, and her shoes being little statues holding her feet up? Absolute genius.

Skull Shores Ghoulia - She looks just like she stepped out of the 1950s...except for the blood dripping from her shoes and bracelet, of course, but that contrast is why I love a lot of Ghoulia's designs. Her weird little brain butterfly hair clip is neat, too, and I like how she has green glasses this time around.

Skull Shores Lagoona - Her headband gives me pirate vibes for some reason, and that sparkly fabric around her shoulders never ceases to amaze. Needless to say, I love her.

Skull Shores Frankie (Color) - Frankie in neon blue is awesome. Frankie with short hair is awesome. The industrial nut-themed accessories are awesome. That sounds like a recipe for an awesome doll to me.

Skull Shores Frankie (Monochrome) - The silver lipstick, neck bolts, and swimsuit add some flash where Frankie herself is a matte gray. There are also more obvious clouds on her waist wrap compared to her color variant, adding a bit of additional uniqueness. I just happen to like the color variant a bit more. I think it's because the accessories here are cloudy instead of clear.

B Tier - The Greats

Dot Dead Gorgeous Lagoona - Hot take: I think DDG Lagoona is better than DOTD Lagoona. But that's a ramble for another post. Anyway, the oyster-themed hair clip and shoes are cute, and I love how the polka dots on the dress are bubbles. The layers of mesh/tulle/whatever really pull the whole look together. And the purse is a sand dollar!!!

13 Wishes Lagoona - Super strange and kind of heartbreaking, but also super cool to look at. I love her turtle necklace/bracelet, her dragonfly earrings, and her grass shoes. And that sparkly seafoam green fabric on her dress? Absolutely perfect! It looks just like shimmering water. She'd be higher up if she were in better condition; her dress is kinda stretched out, and Neptuna's bowl is shoddily taped together because I was a dumb child.

Fearidescent Lagoona - Blue Lagoona > Pink Lagoona for me, and the polypropylene hair is a bit frizzy at the ends. That said, she's still beautiful. For one, her color scheme is gorgeous. It's one of the first color palettes chosen for G3 Lagoona that doesn't make me want to tear my eyeballs out. Her pearl purse is cute, too, as are her shoes. I mean, her ankle boots have little teeth in the heels and fish skeletons as the buckles! Some clothing combinations are more cohesive than others, but again, not making me want to claw out my own eyes out of overstimulation is a huge advantage for a G3 Lagoona doll.

Skull Shores Gil - I know people give the boy dolls major flak for being ugly, and a lot of times, they're right (looking at you, Porter and Slo Mo). But I just think Gil's neat. I like how he has gills sculpted into his nose. I like the gills on his neck. I like how he has that same pearlescent kind of coloration as Lagoona. I like his fin mohawk thing. I think my Gil's face turned out nicely, too, with no notable wonk in sight. (Note: someone on Reddit recently pointed out that he has a back fin, too. That cements Gil as the best manster in my opinion.)

Picture Day Lagoona - Like Basic Clawdeen, she has a lot of bright, flashy components that you'd think would clash. Fishnet cardigan? Shimmery pink leggings? Turquoise tunic dress with a neon green trim and an iridescent orange seashell bra? It is admittedly a strange look, but I like it.

Skulltimate Secrets Lagoona - The darker/more prominent forehead scales push SS1 Lagoona below Fearidescent for me, but there's still a ton to love about her. Her jacket and hat are some of my favorite accessories in my entire collection; they're just so cute! Her blue "Surf" shirt is great as well, and I feel that all of the clothing pieces included here can create decently good-looking outfits.

Skull Shores Draculaura - Just cute. I love the sailor theme, and I love how her swimsuit kind of looks like men's swimsuits from back in the late 19th century.

Skull Shores Abbey - Her swimsuit may be a bit simple for my liking, but her accessories are astounding! Purple ice shoes? Yes! Purple ice hat? Heck yeah! She rocks the side-ponytail, too.

Skull Shores Clawdeen - I love the actual swimsuit, and the poncho is great in concept. I just wish the poncho wasn't so annoying to move around for poses. But Clawdeen's tried-and-true deep orchid purple + neon green color combo is back, and I think it works amazingly here. Her earrings are cool, too. They may just be simple triangles and squares, but it's a neat deviation from her typical hoop earrings.

C Tier - The Goods Competing with the Greats

Original Ghouls Ghoulia - Not first-wave quality, but she still has her good points. Her hair is nice and silky (probably kanekalon), all her accessories are intact, and I honestly like her face better than first-wave Ghoulia. Still, her clothes all being one piece is a let-down, and they didn't even bother to wrap her cherry-print top (printed on this time, by the way) all the way around the shirt. But she's still Ghoulia, so she's still cool.

Dance Class Lagoona - She's cute, but also very simplistic. Even as a kid, I knew something was off about her unpainted accessories. Even so, I love her, and I retain a special attachment to her since she was the first member of my collection.

Inner Monster (Shockingly Shy/Scared Silly) - I like the take apart/put together gimmick. I like the changing eyes and the face plates. I like the skeleton and the different charms you can attach to it. I just wish she was more monstrous...and that the wig didn't look so awful.

Original Ghouls Lagoona - I got her back when I thought she was the closest I'd get to an actual Basic Lagoona, and even though my opinion of her has hardened a bit after getting Creepro Lagoona, I still think she's okay. I don't like how her swimsuit and shorts are sewn together, but at least there's a ribbon "waistband" separating the two halves. Her hoodie might be slightly less detailed, too, but it's still perfectly fine. Mad Science Lagoona is borrowing her fins, though.

D Tier - Mattel, why?

Original Ghouls Clawdeen - Her face turned out okay...but that's really it. Her shoes are completely purple aside from the buckles, her shirt and skirt are sewn together, and her jacket has purple thread at the edges instead of an actual cotton trim. And that isn't even getting into the more minute changes. At least she isn't as bad as Original Ghouls Draculaura, but that's a low bar to clear. ...Yet I don't hate her. Pity, yes, but I just can't hate her.

#monster high #mh #monster high g1 #monster high collection #I make way too many lists #super long post #monster high g3

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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drabble idea: after Wilbur is killed by Phil, Fundy finds a smol arctic fox hybrid reader and cuz they're both foxes and the hybrid child looks abandoned, he adopts them. Then Ghostbur shows up and Fundy doesn't want him to have anything to do with his child. maybe some other relationships for fluff??? i'm just craving this rn -💍

So imagines won right? I sit down and go to write the imagine, and I just end up staring at a blank screen for what felt like forever. I know I said I would give you the option but I honestly couldn’t put anything in my brain for it. And because I spent so long staring at it, I lost a lot of time and so this is the only post for tonight…. I feel so bad. I’m sorry guys, I should have more stuff tomorrow. <3

TW: Parental abandonment.

This idea is so cute though.

So we all know that Wilbur wasn’t the best father. He really messed Fundy up and gave him some of those good good daddy issues to where he has a hard time trusting people. But I think that he would be out on a walk, clearing his mind, trying to think of anything but his father. He’d be in a snowy biome when he hears footsteps. At first he thinks it’s a mob of some kind, so he draws his weapon and creeps toward the sound. He catches sight of something white and at first he thinks it’s a skeleton, but then the thing moves again and he can very clearly see it’s an ear, a white fluffy ear… That’s odd. “Hello?” he finally decides to call out. There is a small squeak and a lot of rustling. When he wasn’t attacked, he figured it safe to move forward. He carefully approached and as he pushed some of the bushes out of the way to reveal a small child. In one quick glance he could tell this was no ordinary child. It was an arctic fox hybrid, the fluffy white ears and tail a dead give away. In his glance, he could also tell this child was in rough shape. Their clothes were tattered and torn allowing him to see just how skinny they were. His heart ached for the poor child, “Hello little one,” he greets softly, “What are you doing out here?”

You’d been on your own for a really really long time now. Your parents had brought you out here, told you to stay put, and left. You listened and so you waited for them to come back. But as the days went on, you began to understand what had happened. But nevertheless, you sat there and waited. Munching on the berries of the bushes, but it never quite fills your stomach. One day as you’re moving from bush to bush, a voice calls out. It startles you and you can’t help but let out a squeak as you fall to the ground in surprise. The bushes shuffle a bit and from over the top you find an orange headed man peering at you curiously. His eyes scan you quickly before he speaks, “Hello little one,” his voice soft and comforting as he speaks, “What are you doing out here?” You give him a little shrug and allow yourself to look him up and down. You’re heart thuds a little faster as you notice that he is also a fox hybrid with orange and black ears, an orange and white tail, and sharp canines poking out from his lips. “Where are you parents?” he tries again. Again, you give a little shrug and figuring you can trust this man, you speak, “Gone… Let me here.” His heart breaks at your sad and defeated tone. “They left you here? All by yourself? When did they leave?” Another shrug, “Two… three….. Weeks.” you mumble, looking down to the berry bushes, your fingers grazing them carefully. Fundy’s heart burns in anger as he thinks about how horrible your parents were for leaving their obviously amazing child to die in the woods. He’s about to speak when your stomach grumbles loudly causing you to flush in embarrassment. “Hungry?” Fundy asks, then mentally smacks himself. Of course you’re hungry your stomach just rumbled. But you nod sheepishly, still plucking at the leaves. “How would you like to come home with me. I can fix you up some fish. I have lots of fish at my house. You could eat as much as you’d like and you could stay as long as you want.” Not even caring if this guy was lying to you, you accept his offer, simply desperate to get out of the woods. Your head slowly rises from the bushes as you stare at Fundy who is smiling at you ever so softly with an outstretched hand. Carefully you raise your own arm and gently rest your hand in his, shivering at the warmth that spreads throughout your palm. “Let’s get going then kiddo.”

Fundy leads you out of the forest and towards his house. As you two walk, you two talk… Well he does a lot of the talking and you give small answers here and there. You tell him your name and he tells you his. He talks about where you’re going and how it’s extremely safe there and how he thinks you’ll like it. He leads you inside his house, sits you at the table, before making up some fish for you and him. He places the plate down in front of you and before he can sit to eat his own meal, yours is finished. To say he’s shocked is an understatement, but he quickly remembers you were out in the forest all alone for two to three weeks, maybe longer with nothing but berries. You’re looking at him super embarrassed, like you want to ask for more but are too scared too. “Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes, walking back over to you, setting his own plate down in front of you, picking up the empty one, “You don’t have to feel bad. Like I said, I have plenty of fish, eat as much as you like.” And so you do. You eat until you’re so full you can barely move. Your eyes are sleepily closing and then jerking back open as you try to force yourself to stay awake. Fundy notices this and laughs quietly to himself. Your eyes close for a little while, giving Fundy enough time to put his plan into action. He quickly stands up, moves to you, picks you up, and carries you to his bed. He carefully lays you down, tucks you in, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep well darling,” he mumbles, not thinking much of it. “Thanks dad” you mumble back, clearly out of it. But the simple word stops Fundy’s heart before a huge smile grows on his face. He decides that he wants you to be his child, if you want. He can feel a connection and a strong desire to care and love for you and he wants to be that strong father figure that he himself did not have. The next morning when you wake up, you don’t remember what you said obviously. You also plan to leave and go back to the forest. You would thank Fundy for feeding you but you already feel you've overstayed your welcome. You make your way down to the kitchen, ready to tell the man who saved you, who you don’t want to leave, goodbye. Fundy is standing over the stove and at the sound of your footsteps his head turns and he grins brightly at you, “Hey kiddo! Have a seat! Eggs are almost done! I hope you like them scrambled!” Not wanting him to feel bad, you do as you’re told and decide to tell him after breakfast. True to his word, the eggs don’t take that much longer and soon he’s served you some eggs. You two eat together, talking a bit about how you both slept and stuff. And after you’re done, you’re just about to tell him but then he begins to tell you about his plans for the day and asks if you want to tag along and you do. You really do. It is then you decide that you’ll stay until Fundy asks you to leave, and if that means you’re staying forever… So be it.

Okay on to some more general headcanons and less plot type stuff haha

You two help each other in grooming your ears and tails all the time. I feel like they can be hard to get perfectly clean by yourself so you two do it together as a bonding activity. You would do Fundy’s first because it takes less time. Fundy does a lot of it and you just get the hard to reach spots and stuff, and makes sure there is no spot left unclean. However, when it’s your turn, Fundy takes complete control. He will make you just sit there and let him groom and take care of you. He is so careful as he does it. He cleans your ears and your tail carefully, making sure no dirt is left. And then he takes the time to carefully brush out the hair and make it very soft and very fluffy. It feels so nice. I would imagine you didn’t have the nicest parents, they literally left you in a forest to die, so you never got this special treatment or attention for your ears or tail. So the first time you two did this, you would be so confused. You didn’t understand what was happening or why you were being treated so kindly, which broke Fundy’s heart. I feel that’s also partly why he doesn’t let you help because he wants to make sure that you know that you will be loved and cared for as long as he’s in your life.

So that being said, you two are so affectionate with each other. Like you curl up together and cuddle on the couch all the time. It has a lot to do with the fox side of both of you. It feels really nice to be pressed against family of your own ‘breed’ so to speak. A lot of the time it’s a lot of you sitting on his lap or laying on top him while he holds you tightly. Again, he wants to make sure that you feel loved and wanted.

I feel like it wouldn’t take you long to call him dad. Like you accidentally did the first night, but you weren’t really awake for it. But I do feel like it would be a slip of the tongue on your part again. Just he does something for you and you give a quick “thanks dad” before you dead stop and stare at him. His eyes are also wide and filling with tears. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. It just that you have taken care of me from the moment I got here and I--” Fundy would cut you off by pulling you into a tight hug. “It’s okay Y/N. It really is. It would be an honor if you called me your father” he tells you. Your heart soars in your chest as you hug him back. “Okay… Thank you dad.” You two go to sleep that night with the biggest smiles on your faces that you’ve ever had.

…….. Speaking of dads….. Ghostbur comes back. One day there is a knock on the door. You’re both confused because no one should be coming over to your knowledge. But Fundy gets up and he opens the door and his confusion turns into anger. “What are you doing here?” He spits out. You slowly make your way to the front room, hiding behind a wall but peeking your head around the corner to see what was happening. There in front of your father stood an extremely pale man in a yellow sweater and a red beanie. “Hello Fundy!” the man greets, oblivious to Fundy’s harsh tone, “I came to visit you! I wanted to see my son!” A gasp catches in your throat, this was your dad’s dad. He hadn’t told you much about him, he just told you that he used to be close with his father but as he grew more obsessed with politics, that bond broke bit by bit until it was completely severed by his death. “Well that sucks because I don’t want to see you. Go away now” Fundy snaps back, waving him off. Ghostbur catches his harsh tone now and a frown settles on his face, “Fundy please. I want to talk. I want to mend what was broken. You’re my son and-” “And nothing. You should have thought about that before you went and blew up our nation and then got stabbed by grandpa… So goodbye now.” Fundy moves out of the doorway and goes to close the door. When he moved out of the doorway though, he accidentally gives Ghostbur a direct line of sight of you peeking around the corner. He lets out a gasp and points, “Fundy who’s that.” Fundy looks over his shoulder and pales a little but because oh fuck. This is the last thing he wanted to happen. He clears his throat and looks back to the ghost of his father. “That’s Y/N… My kid” “I have a grandchild?” “No you don’t because you are no father of mine. Now if you’ll excuse me” and before Ghostbur can respond, Fundy has slammed the door closed. You’re a little worried as to what he’s going to say to you so you speak first after you walk all the way in, “I’m sorry” you whisper. “No, no, no baby. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it.” The rest of the day, Fundy is a little off. He tries to act normal but you can tell something is off. You don’t call him out on it though, you just let him do him.

But yeah. Fundy does everything in his power to keep you away from Ghostbur. He does not care a single bit if Ghostbur isn’t Wilbur, they were both still his father that practically abandoned him and so therefore he will not be around his child. His child will only be surrounded by those who love them unconditionally and will always love them. If you and him are out and public and Ghostbur appears, Fundy will take you back home. He doesn’t care if what he is doing is super important, he will leave and take you home. He also will not let Ghostbur in his home. Ghostbur does show up occasionally, hoping to catch another glance of you, but Fundy barely opens the door to the point where Ghostbur can hardly see him. Fundy will let Phil, Techno, and Tommy see you occasionally which hurts Ghostbur a lot, but there is nothing he can do about it. Fundy does not want his ghost father to be anywhere near his child.

But Fundy would be an amazing father. He knows what it’s like to be/feel abandoned by a parent and to feel ignored in a world full of family. So he makes sure you never feel like that. He loves you so much and makes sure you know that. Fundy would do anything for you, give anything for you. He loves you so much. His precious baby child.

Okay that ending sucked lololol. Again, I’m very sorry that this is the only post tonight. I got a much later start than I planned and it fucked everything. I’ll see you guys with more content tomorrow though (hopefully).

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Under Pressure - Freddie Mercury ft marine animals

Thank you @phylcian for asking me to make this post! I hope it helps you! :)

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Primero, por qué nosotros o cualquier otro mamífero terrestre no puede sobrevivir a la presión que ejerce la columna de agua?

La presión hidrostática puede llegar a ser descomunal, por cada 10 metros que aumenta la profundidad, la presión se incrementa en 1 atmósfera. La profundidad máxima registrada es de 10.790m en la Fosa de las Marianas, A esa profundidad, la presión es 1.100 veces la experimentada en la superficie.

Nosotros tenemos cavidades con aire (fosas nasales, oídos, vasos sanguíneos, pulmones…) y los gases se pueden comprimir, su volumen es fácilmente modificable. A gran profundidad, la presión comprime los gases fuertemente, lo que lleva al colapso de las estructuras que lo rodean, dañándolas de forma irreversible.

Qué hacen los animales marinos para combatir esto?

Fuera las cavidades que puedan acumular aire. En su lugar, sus cuerpos son mayoritariamente agua, porque los líquidos no pueden comprimirse, -o al menos no con tanta facilidad como los gases, y cuesta mucho más modificar su volumen. Por esta razón, los peces abisales tampoco poseen de vejiga natatoria (un órgano grande con aire en su interior, que permite a los peces que se encuentran en la superficie flotar o hundirse en el agua).

Cuerpos pequeños: no necesitan ni quieren petisuis. Sus cuerpos suelen ser blandos, con estructuras esqueléticas también pequeñas y blandas (huesos dúctiles) Piensa en una pelota antiestrés; es blanda y cuando la aprietas modifica fácilmente su forma, pero si la pelota es dura, podrías incluso romperla. Esto lo que les permite también es no tener ningún tipo de oquedad; espacios huecos en el interior que puedan ser rellenados con gas.

El hecho de que sean pequeños, aporta poca superficie corporal, lo que permite que la presión del agua de su interior esté en equilibrio con la presión del agua del medio.

A nivel citológico y químico, nos encontramos con unas adaptaciones interesantes:

Bicapa lipídica: la membrana de las células es grasa, y en el caso de los animales está formada por ácidos grasos saturados, mientras que la de los vegetales son ácidos grasos insaturados. Que estén o no saturados va a influir en la fluidez de membrana y su permeabilidad, lo cual influye en la estructura de la membrana, y por tanto en la interacción de las cargas.

La fluidez de la membrana también depende de la temperatura, y no olvidemos que la presión no es la única condición extrema que encontramos ahí abajo; la temperatura oscila entre los 4ºC y 1ºC. Los animales de aguas profundas aumentan su porcentaje de ácidos grasos insaturados, porque éstos permanecen líquidos a bajas temperaturas (fundamental para el correcto funcionamiento de la célula) y mantienen las membranas elásticas. Para ilustrarlo, imagina, por ejemplo, un trozo de tocino (grasas saturadas) sobre agua, y ahora aceite (grasas insaturadas) sobre agua. El aceite es más fluido, y bajo presión puede moverse mejor que el tocino.

Proteínas: para que funcionen correctamente, las proteínas deben de ser capaces de cambiar su forma y tamaño, ya que normalmente suelen agrandarse. Bajo presión, esto resulta difícil, como Jeffrey Drazen explica; “Una simple analogía es la de inflar un globo. Es fácil hacerlo en aire, pero intenta hacerlo en el fondo de una piscina”. Así, la presión tiene un efecto paralizante en las proteínas, desnaturalizándolas cuando penetra el agua en su interior hidrofóbico.

Para evitar esta inhabilitación de las proteínas, los animales de los fondos recogen unas moléculas orgánicas llamadas piezolitos en sus células. Estos piezolitos se unen fuertemente a las moléculas de agua, lo que les proporciona a las proteínas más espacio y evita que el agua ingrese al interior de las proteínas y las distorsione. A más profundidad, más piezolitos tienden a acumular las células. El piezolito por excelencia, dada su presencia universal en los organismos marinos, es el óxido de trimetilamina (TMAO), que también es el responsable de aportarles a los peces su olor característico.

Los elasmobranquios tienen una gran cantidad de urea en su sangre, un compuesto orgánico que es tóxico. El TMAO no sólo estabiliza las proteínas, sino que también neutraliza los efectos dañinos de la urea. La cuestión es que la presión puede provocar que este tipo de moléculas se vuelvan más o menos tóxicas. Por esta razón, los tiburones de los fondos marinos acumulan más TMAO que sus primos.

Estas son una de las muchas adaptaciones que existen, si bien no se conoce al 100% el funcionamiento real de éstas, ya que están basada en hipótesis. Hay que tener en cuenta también que hay mucha diversidad animal en el fondo marino, y cada grupo tendrá unas u otras formas de conllevar las condiciones extremas que existen ahí abajo. Además, no he profundizado demasiado en cada tema con el fin de mantener el post ligero y digerible.

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Firstly, why we or any other terrestrial mammal can't survive under the pressure exerted by a column of water?

The hydrostatic pressure can be enormous; it increases about one atmosphere for every 10 meters of water depth. The maximum depth recorded is 10,790m in the Mariana Trench. At this depth, the pressure is 1,100 times greater than the one at the surface.

We have cavities filled with air (nostrils, ears, blood vessels, lungs...). Gases can be compressed, their volume is easily modified. When you dive to the bottom of a deep swimming pool or the sea, you might start getting a painful or unpleasant feeling in your ears and sinuses. that feeling comes from the air sacs in your body being squashed by the pressure of the water.

At great depth, the pressure compresses the gases strongly, leading to the crushing of the surrounding structures, irreversibly damaging them.

So, what do marine animals do to combat this?

Out with the cavities that can be filled with gases. In its place, their bodies are filled with water mostly, because liquids cannot be compressed- or at least not as easily as gases, and its volume is hard to change. For this same reason, deep-sea fish don’t have a swim bladder either (a large organ with air in it, which helps surface fish float up or sink down in the water).

Small and flaccid bodies: Their bodies are usually small and limp, as well as their skeletal structures (ductile bones). Think of a stress ball and a random ball; under enough pressure the normal ball will probably break, while the stress ball modifies its shape to fit the strength of your squeeze. The small structure of their skeleton also allows them to avoid any holes that could hold air.

Another advantage of a small body is that provides little body surface area, which allows the pressure of the water in the inside to be in equilibrium with the pressure of the water in the environment (remember we mentioned deep-sea fish are filled with more water instead of air).

However, having no air cavities and a small body will only get you so…deep?

At the cytological and chemical level, we find some interesting adaptations:

Lipid bilayer: the cell membrane contains fats. In the case of animals, it’s usually made up of saturated fatty acids (solid at room temperature), while that of vegetables is unsaturated fatty acids (liquid). Whenever or not they are saturated will determinate the fluidity and permeability of the membrane, which influences its structure and its charges.

Fluidity also depends on temperature. Let’s not forget that pressure it’s not the only extreme condition down there; the temperature oscillates between 4ºC and 1ºC. Deep-sea animals increase their percentage of unsaturated fatty acids, because these remain liquid at low temperatures (fundamental for proper cell functionality) and keep the membranes loose.

Proteins: to function properly, proteins must be able to change their size and shape, as they usually become larger. This becomes difficult under pressure, as Jeffrey Drazen explains: "A simple analogy is blowing up a balloon. It's easy in air, but try doing it at the bottom of a swimming pool." Thus, pressure has a paralyzing effect on proteins, denaturing them by penetration of water into the hydrophobic interior of the protein.

To prevent this, deep-sea animals collect piezolytes in their cells, organic molecules that bind tightly to water molecules, giving the proteins more space and preventing water from entering the interior of the proteins. The deeper we dive, the more piezolytes tend to be accumulated on cells.

The piezolyte par excellence –due to its universal presence in fish- is the trimethylamine-oxide (TMAO), also responsible for the characteristic smell of fish.

Elasmobranchii, have a large amount of urea in their blood, an organic compound that is toxic. TMAO not only stabilizes proteins but it also neutralizes the harmful effects of urea. The thing is, pressure can cause molecules to be more or less toxic. For this reason, deep-sea sharks accumulate more TMAO than their cousins.

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These are some of the many adaptations that exist, although it’s all based on hypotheses and nothing is proved 100%. It must also be taken into account that there is a lot of animal diversity on the seabed, and each group will have one way or another to deal with the extreme conditions that exist down there. Plus, I haven’t delved too much into each topic in order to keep it light and digestible.

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Primeiro, por que não podemos nós (ou qualquer outro mamífero terrestre) sobreviver à pressão exercida pela coluna de água?

A pressão hidrostática pode se tornar enorme, a cada 10 metros que a profundidade aumenta, a pressão aumenta em 1 atmosfera. A profundidade máxima registrada é de 10.790m na Fossa das Marianas, nessa profundidade a pressão é 1.100 vezes maior que a experimentada na superfície.

Temos cavidades com ar (narinas, ouvidos, vasos sanguíneos, pulmões ...) e os gases podem ser comprimidos, o seu volume é facilmente modificável. Em grande profundidade, a pressão comprime fortemente os gases, levando ao colapso das estruturas circundantes, danificando-as irreversivelmente.

Então, que fazem os animais marinos para combater isso?

Fora as cavidades que podem acumular ar. Em vez disso, seus corpos são principalmente água, porque os líquidos não podem ser comprimidos - ou pelo menos não tão facilmente quanto os gases, e custa muito mais mudar seu volume. Por essa razão, os peixes de águas profundas não têm bexiga natatória (um grande órgão com ar dentro dela, que permite que os peixes que estão na superfície flutuem ou afundem na água).

Corpos pequenos: Seus corpos geralmente são moles, com estruturas esqueléticas pequenas e suaves (ossos dúcteis). Pense em uma bola anti estresse; é macio e quando você aperta facilmente modifica sua forma, mas se a bola for dura, você pode até quebrá-la. Isso também permite que eles não tenham nenhum tipo de espaços vazios no interior que podem ser preenchidos com gás.

O fato de serem pequenos proporciona pouca área de superfície corporal, o que permite que a pressão da água no seu interior esteja em equilíbrio com a pressão da água no ambiente.

No nível citológico e químico, encontramos algumas adaptações interesantes:

Bicamada lipídica: a membrana celular é graxa e, no caso dos animais, é composta por ácidos graxos saturados, enquanto a dos vegetais é composta por ácidos graxos insaturados. O fato de estarem saturados ou não influencia a fluidez da membrana e sua permeabilidade, que influencia a estrutura da membrana e, portanto, a interação das cargas.

A fluidez da membrana também depende da temperatura, e não esqueçamos que a pressão não é a única condição extrema que encontramos por lá; a temperatura oscila entre 4ºC e 1ºC. Animais de águas profundas aumentam sua porcentagem de ácidos graxos insaturados, pois estes permanecem líquidos em baixas temperaturas (essenciais para o bom funcionamento da célula) e mantêm a membrana elástica. Para ilustrar, imagine, por exemplo, um pedaço de banha (graxa saturada) na água e agora azeite (graxa insaturada) na água. O azeite é mais fluido e, sob pressão, pode se mover melhor do que a banha.

Proteínas: para funcionarem bem, as proteínas devem ser capazes de mudar de forma e tamanho, já que costumam ter tendência a aumentar de tamanho. Sob pressão, isso é difícil, como explica Jeffrey Drazen; “Uma analogia simple é encher um balão. É fácil fazer no ar, mas tente fazer no fundo de uma piscina”. Assim, a pressão tem um efeito paralisante sobre as proteínas, desnaturando-as quando a água penetra em seu interior hidrofóbico.

Para evitar essa desativação de proteínas, os animais da parte inferior coletam moléculas orgânicas chamadas piezólitos em suas células. Esses piezólitos se ligam fortemente às moléculas de água, dando às proteínas mais espaço e evitando que a água entre no interior das proteínas e as distorça.

Quanto mais profundo, mais piezólitos tendem a acumular células. O piezólito por excelência, dada a sua presença universal nos organismos marinhos, é o óxido de trimetilamina (TMAO), que também é responsável por conferir aos peixes o seu cheiro característico.

Os elesmobrânquios têm uma grande quantidade de uréia no sangue, um composto orgânico que é tóxico. TMAO não só estabiliza proteínas, também neutraliza os efeitos prejudiciais da ureia. A questão é que a pressão pode fazer com que esses tipos de moléculas se tornem mais ou menos tóxicos. Por esse motivo, os tubarões do fundo do mar acumulam mais OTMA que seus primos.

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Esta é uma das muitas adaptações que existem, embora o seu funcionamento real não seja 100% conhecido, uma vez que se baseiam em hipóteses. Devemos também ter em mente que existe uma grande diversidade animal no fundo do mar, e cada grupo terá uma ou outra forma de lidar com as condições extremas que lá existem. Além disso, não me aprofundei muito em cada tópico para manter a postagem leve e digerível.

Quando terei piezólitos para me ajudar com a pressão da vida?

References and images sources

http://biomodel.uah.es/model2/lip/fluidez.htm

https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S000634951730810X

http://www.bbc.com/earth/story/20150129-life-at-the-bottom-of-the-ocean

https://pubs.acs.org/doi/10.1021/acs.jpcb.0c03319

https://www.animalescuriosos.com/pulpo-dumbo/

https://www.businessinsider.es/fotos-criaturas-abisales-terrorificas-cambiaran-forma-ver-oceano-312807

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Banished (part 9)

Author’s note: I hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: Janus has been banished from his pod for crimes that he did not commit. However, this merman’s bad luck is far from over. A mer is not meant to live on their own in the open ocean, and as one would expect, things do not go well. Enter: Florida Man.

Chapter Warnings: food, injury mention, animal skeletons

Word count: 2334

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“Ooh, maybe we could try charades!” Remus said, sitting up straight.

The merman, who had been watching him quietly (but pretending not to), lifted his head. He had propped himself so his torso was half out of the water, and was picking at a little can of salmon. He was clearly unsure of what to make of it, but just as clearly very hungry. Remus guessed it was the injury to his face slowing him down—hence the canned fish. He would have gone with tuna, but he could already hear Logan’s lecture about mercury, blah, blah, blah.

The merman had been hesitant to accept the food at first. It was pretty different than what he was probably used to—and it may or may not have been cat food—but Remus had scooped a bite of it into his own mouth, which had seemed to reassure him. So, after a reminder from Remus not to open his mouth too wide, and to be careful not to bite his cheek if it was still numb, the merman had started to eat.

Now, he squinted slightly at Remus, like he wasn’t sure what to make of him. He lowered the half-empty tin of salmon with a little frown.

“Do you know what charades are? You act out what you want to say, and the other person guesses. So, for example.…” Remus held up two fingers. “Two words.” He lowered one. “First word.” He pinched two fingers together, leaving a small space. “So now I’m miming what the first word is—which is ‘small’. So I’d guess that—or you would, I guess—and then I hold up two fingers”—he did so—”to signal the second word.” Remus hesitated, then motioned at his legs, putting them together with the toes pointed out to either side, and then made a swimming motion. “And you’d guess, ‘merman’! So I’m saying, small merman! Which is you.”

Said small merman continued to stare at him, his expression blank.

“Not feeling charades? Okay, that’s cool, uh….” Remus got up and spun in a circle a few times, looking around. “Hey, can you write?” He was facing away the first time he asked, so he looked back to the tank and tilted his head. “Can you write?”

The merman frowned slightly, and carefully ate another bite of salmon.

It wasn’t much of an answer. Whether that meant “no”, or he was just being shy, or was maybe still judging Remus’s unpracticed charades skills, Remus didn’t know, so he left the room and came back holding a notebook and the one working permanent marker from his pencil cup. He wrote ‘HI’ on the paper, to demonstrate, then held the notebook and marker out to the merman.

The merman hesitated, set down his food, then pushed himself up so that he could prop himself up by his underarms. He paused, then reached out for the paper and uncapped marker. Wet spots spread on the paper, warping it slightly.

He cast Remus what was an unmistakably skeptical look, then wrote on a dry portion of the paper. Remus leaned over to see.

What the merman wrote was definitely some kind of language, but it was just as definitely not English. The letters were written in a neat, spiky script, which didn’t seem to have any spaces. It reminded Remus a little of Nordic runes, but the alphabet was clearly not that. It didn’t quite look like any language he’d seen before.

“Ah… can you write in English? Like. In the English alphabet. You know, A, B, C, D, E…?”

The merman huffed, dropped the marker and paper on the floor, and sank back into the aquarium, clearly annoyed.

“What? It’s not my fault I can’t read your weird Fish Speak,” Remus pouted, although he wasn’t sure the merman could hear him through the water and the glass. Sure enough, a moment later, the merman floated up enough for his ears to be above the water, even as he continued to sulk. “We can figure something else out.”

The method Remus eventually got the merman to sullenly agree to was not the most sophisticated, but hopefully, it would work! The merman was clearly unhappy, his face tinged red with embarrassment, but he seemed very frustrated by the inability to communicate, so he was willing to try.

Remus sat cross-legged on top of the coffee table, holding a notebook and a pizza box that he’d written the alphabet on the bottom of in big, bold letters. As an afterthought, he’d added a Th, Ch, and Sh at the end. The merman, finished with his meal by now, leaned against the side of the aquarium with his little hands on the rim, waiting.

“Let’s start with something really simple. You’ve got a name, right? A name that’s not, like, a dolphin scream? Although that would be pretty cool. Is it a dolphin scream? No—uh, too many questions, sorry. Do you have a name?”

The merman rolled his eyes and tapped the rim of the aquarium once.

They’d decided on that as a signal for yes, while tapping twice meant no. Nodding seemed to hurt the poor guy’s neck. Remus couldn’t say that surprised him. It looked a little, uh… strangled-ish.

Remus smiled at him. “Okay, great! So, let’s start with that. Just tell me your name.” Remus hoped it wasn’t too many letters. Or sounds. Whatever.

He picked up the pizza box, smiled encouragingly, and pointed at the letter A. “Aaa.”

The merman stared.

“Ay?” Remus tried, still pointing at the same letter. “Aah?”

Nope.

He moved on to the next letter. “Buh.”

Still no.

“Cuh.”

It wasn’t C, either. They continued like that, with Remus slowly going through each letter, even repeating letters like E that had multiple sounds, without any response from the merman. Remus was starting to think that maybe the merman didn’t understand what he was trying to do after all, until he said, “Juh.”

The merman, who’d begun to look resigned to this not working, started and tapped the side of the aquarium loudly.

Remus’s face split into a manic grin. “Juh,” he repeated. “Juh?”

The merman practically slapped the glass.

“Juh!” Remus cackled. He picked up the maker and wrote a triumphant J on his paper. “Nice to meet you, J. Okay. Next letter.” He pointed at the A again. “Aaa.”

The merman smacked the side of the aquarium, even louder than before. He stared at Remus intensely.

“Next letter A!” Remus said, grinning, writing it down, feeling excitement bubble up inside him. It was actually working! “Okay. Third letter.”

Soon, Remus had a whole three letters written down: JAN.

The fourth letter took a while to get to, even with Remus skipping K, since C was basically the same. The merman—Jan—was growing visibly impatient. Then, finally, Remus said, “Uh.”

Jan immediately jerked, and tapped the glass loudly.

The fifth letter took almost as long to get to: S. Remus started going through the alphabet again, only for the merman to tap the side of the aquarium twice. Remus broke off and turned to him. “Oh—no more letters?”

Two taps.

“So we’re done? S was the last one?”

One tap.

Remus smiled, put down the pizza box, and grabbed his notebook.

JANUS

“Jaynus,” Remus said, amused. Then he frowned, and sounded it out the way he’d offered the merman the letters. “No—Janus.”

Janus tapped the glass once, seriously.

“Janus!” Remus said, turning to him, ecstatic. “Your name’s Janus!”

Janus tapped the glass once, again, and then, to Remus’s slight alarm, covered his eyes with his hands, starting to tremble.

Remus’s grin faded, and he slowly set down the notebook. “Janus? You good, bud?”

The merman tapped once on the glass, softly, but put his hand right back over his face. His eyes were red, Remus saw. He softened.

“Hey, uh… that took a while to figure out, and you’ve had a day. How about we take a little break, huh, Janus? I could get you some dinner. That salmon was really more of a snack, and your face should be un-numbified by now. Does that sound good?”

Janus moved one hand just enough to look at him.

“So, since you can answer now… you do eat fish, right? Or are plants better? Uh… yes for fish, no for plants. I guess tap three times if you eat bugs or rocks or sunlight or something.”

Janus swallowed, slowly put down his hands, and, not looking at Remus, tapped once on the glass.

“Okay, great. I’ve got plenty of fish. I’ll go grab what I’ve got and you can point at which one you want.”

Janus tapped on the glass again in agreement, and Remus went to get the merman’s dinner options. It took him a little while to figure out how to carry everything, with his arms bandaged, but finally, he had everything ready. He returned holding a baking sheet loaded with a box of fish sticks, some frozen shrimp, a tin of sardines, another can of cat food salmon, and an entire tilapia that still had the scales on it, which he’d originally planned to use for his own dinner that night. It was lucky that Remus liked fish. When he walked back into the room, Janus was sitting on the floor of the aquarium, staring off into space. He was holding onto the red scale that served as a pendant on his necklace, running his fingers over it.

He looked… really sad. Really, really sad.

Remus frowned as he approached the tank. Janus, however, looked up as he neared and quickly regained his composure. He pushed himself up to the top of the tank and poked his head out, looking with interest at the food on Remus’s tray.

Remus decided to ignore the merman’s previous melancholy. He set down the tray, pulling the shrimp and fish sticks out of the boxes, and opening the tin of sardines and can of salmon so that Janus could actually look at their contents. Then he held up the tray, smiling encouragingly.

In what was, he had to admit, not at all a surprising decision, Janus pointed at the tilapia.

“Excellent choice,” Remus said. “So… I’m guessing you want it raw?”

The merman’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and then, hesitantly, he tapped the glass. Remus laughed.

“Okay, yeah. Raw. One sec, I’ll be right back.” Remus carried the baking tray back into the kitchen, put away rest of the food, and belatedly realized that he could have given the fish to Janus first, since it had been in the fridge and didn’t need to be thawed. At least, until he remembered the antibiotics Logan had left for him to give the merman. It was about time to give him those, too. Remus snapped his fingers, went to the cabinet, and pulled out one pill. He crushed it and dissolved it in a small amount of water like Logan had told him to.

He brought the fish and the little cup of antibiotic soup back out to Janus, then handed the fish over. Janus took it in both hands and sank down into the water. He inspected it for a moment, but seemed to deem it acceptable. He opened his jaws, revealing rows of sharp little fangs, and tried to take a decent bite, only to wince as the movement clearly hurt the injury on his face. Remus watched as the merman paused, then tore off a small piece of fish with his fingers. He ate this eagerly, already tearing off another piece as he chewed. He had a few more mouthfuls, then paused, glancing up at Remus. Remus tilted his head. Maybe he was being a little weird, watching like this. Oops.

Unexpectedly, though, Janus tore off a piece of the fish, broke the surface of the water, and held it out to the human. Remus blinked in surprise. Janus offered the bite of fish again, insistently.

Remus stepped forward and took the piece of fish. Janus moved back, waiting.

The piece of fish was very much raw, still with a few scales on it. Remus tipped his head back and swallowed it whole. Not much different than sushi, he thought. Rather salty. The scales were interesting.

Janus seemed satisfied, and let himself sink back to the bottom of the tank, where he finished his dinner. He must have been pretty hungry, because he finished the entire fish, save for the bones.

Once he was done, seeming significantly more content than before, Remus waved a little to get his attention. After a few seconds, Janus got up and poked his head out of the water.

“I’ve got this for you,” Remus said, holding up the little cup of antibiotic soup. “I just need to put it in the water. Is that okay? It’s just an antibiotic, so your cuts don’t get infected.”

Janus looked uncertainly at the cup of water. Remus hesitated, poked a finger in, and licked it.

Ew. Bitter.

Janus still looked uncertain, but Remus gave him a puppy-dog look, and the merman didn’t stop him from pouring in the medicine.

“Want me to take the bones?” Remus offered, pointing at the little pile at the bottom of the aquarium.

Janus hesitated, eyeing him, then reached down and scooped up what was left of his dinner. He handed them to Remus—or, more accurately, dropped them into Remus’s hands.

Remus grinned, and brought the bones to his room, where the rest of his real animal skeletons were. He set the fish bones down on his nightstand, next to the deer skull he’d picked up off the side of the road himself.

Janus was curled up on the floor of the tank when Remus got back, either asleep again, or pretending to be.

Aw. That was disappointing.

Remus shrugged and went back into the kitchen, pulling out his phone. He guessed he probably owed Logan an update.

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salt water (seamonster!shiggy x f!reader)

summary: “Of course not! I like talking to you.” Inky black tentacles twitched under the curtain of waves. ‘She’d cower. Make herself as small as she needed to be; pathetic and crawling.’ Tenko grinned at the thought. She was nothing more than meat on a slab. xxx or the time i write monster shiggy ft. ocean imagery warnings: dubcon, drowning, mind control, tentacle sexey times, vore, smut, oviposition word count: 4,468 taglist: @kaccatus @sadjealouswhore @tenaciousgothstudentauthor masterlist | tipjar | twitter | commission info

The ocean lapped against her knees in gentle waves. It was refreshing and cool; a morning breeze she wanted to submerge herself in and never leave. This was her sanctuary, her home. The ocean -- in its inky blackness -- was almost like a lover. The waves were little arms that entangled around her ankles and upper calves. Simple, harmless flirting until the woman finally took the plunge and allowed the ocean to swallow her whole. She would only tread lightly; growing up in a little sea-side shack carried the reality of her lover; silent waves could shift and evolve into violent tides.

She squinted as the afternoon sun pierced her eyes. It sat high in the cloudless, cobalt sky. An orange giant that radiated such intense heat, despite the forecast claiming otherwise. The sun was hot against the small of her back; skin exposed and soft. The woman allowed her body to sink further into the salty brine. She shivered at the chill, but it was a welcome distraction from the humidity. As she waded further into the deep, bits of seaweed danced around her legs. Slimy and unpleasant. The woman shoved down her discomfort, it was only temporary.

She swam apathetic laps. Her body was now accustomed to the chill. In the benign quiet, the woman’s mind began to wander. The sea allowed for more than just cooling off; peaceful and cerebral. After several soft loops, she rescinded herself to float atop the navy sea surf. The woman’s lazy gaze was glued to the sky. Her body was delicately rocked, a lullaby she wanted to submerge herself into for eternity. Sometimes, she wondered if the ocean was capable of violence. To her, it was nothing but serenity and placidity. The woman knew tales of drownings and bizarre, awful sea creatures… However, she had experienced neither within her rather mundane life. Fingers grasped at the azure water, eyes shifting to stare into the great abyss. Despite squinting, the woman couldn’t see to the bottom. She wondered if it was so deep that light simply didn’t refract.

A crackle sounded off in the distance; the beginning of a storm, she noted. Storms were something she knew all too well. Humidity and the frigid ocean mixed together often to form thunderous, dark clouds that beat against her shack. Angry and fierce. Eventually, the waves would pick up, as if to respond with equal force to the storm, like two lovers fighting.

Reluctantly, she began her trek back to shore. Perhaps, she could watch the rain beat on her windows. The wind picked up; the smell of the sea working its way into her nose. Salty and fresh. However, seaweed was strong and wrapped around her ankles. This wasn’t unusual for the woman; the sea could be a difficult lover. The shore was still far away, not even within her reach. Her feet hadn’t even touched the smooth surface of rocks. Slight panic wove into her chest, the sensation tight and heavy. Kicking her legs, the woman tried to swim past the monstrous clump of plant matter. She had done this before. Seaweed wasn’t thick like this and despite her best efforts, her legs were still knotted in the dense foliage.

The woman continued to kick her legs, the movements morphing into desperation and anxiety. This was foreign to her. The sea wasn’t a maze of fear and panic, yet here she was, arms flailing and face red.

“H-help!” It was a futile scream; the beach today was empty and she was alone. The sea was going to swallow her and she was alone. Her mind raced with images of her barren skeleton nestled between dead plants and sunken ships. A bleak resting place.

The sky twisted into a dark caricature of itself; bleak with clouds hiding the sun. Her terror was tangible now as sea foam bubbles seeped into her mouth. Coughs and spit erupted from the woman. Static portraits of her life played like a macabre theater. ‘No! Please no! I don’t wanna die!’ The ocean was a lover scorn; waves began to pick up. The woman feared her body would disappear beneath the current, but the seaweed kept her anchored. Safe.

Her throat grew dry with cries that fell on deaf ears. This is how she would die; crushed beneath azure crests with an angry sky. She gave up and became complacent in her fate. Tears flowed freely down puffy, coral cheeks.

Suddenly, she felt a long tendril wrap around her thigh. This material wasn’t seaweed, it was different. Spongey. Organic. The coil traveled down her leg and freed her lower form.

Breath caught in her throat expanded into the salty, swampy air. “T-thank you!”

Fire crackled and the air was balmy; the woman was determined to expunge any cold. Overcast clouds brought in a certain chill, which was only compacted by her waterlogged clothing. Her brassiere had started the slow process of becoming solid again; a fuzzy towel wrapped around jittery shoulders. She believed the suction cup lined tentacle was an octopus.

“They can be quite helpful. Suction cups are made for -- for sticking.” Truthfully, the sentence was tangible and real for a simple reason; it felt more real. It was far too horrible to believe sea monsters had invaded her paradise.

She awoke with a start. Electricity already burning obnoxiously in her veins. The thought was a joke at first; throw out food to the anonymous ocean critter that had rescued her. It was fair. She wanted to repay the kindness. No animal was suited for her sea excursionist. Her love was the ocean firstly; everything came in violent crashes next. Purely no room for animals. However, this being -- this animal. She needed to remind herself it was an animal. Animals can just be smart.

“Like octopi. Or maybe -- maybe a squid.” ‘Octopi’ was a new word; something the woman picked up from long study sessions in the town library. The building was a crypt, dusty and decrepit. Relics from before the second war, chalky volumes of history and academics… but they held the most beautiful anatomical drawings. Precise lines formed into a web of a body on delicate paper. She wanted to rip them from their pages and exhibit the art upon her walls. It was a guilty feeling the woman had to bury. Deep.

Octopi were carnivores, which meant they ate meat. Things like fish, sharks -- even birds. On occasion, the invertebrate would drown their prey. She loathed the vulgar imagery of an octopus immersing a bird into her sea -- into the great blue only to disappear under murky depths. The mental painting seemed so far off -- so distant from her benevolent savior.

There was a certain click in her step, her movements jovial and careless. Her limbs were wire and ethereal. After a masochistic study session, the woman felt confident enough to pursue the octopus. The plan itself was half-baked, but she was… hopeful. Her wallet wouldn’t survive otherwise; she was too naive, trusting and allowed a butcher to sell her a suspiciously warm steak. Little flashes of the overripe meat squirming with maggots skipped through her mind.

“I hope you like this!”

She threw the steak into the ocean. A smile had eased onto her face.

After several minutes a bitter call echoed from the sea. “Not this, stupid.” The voice was scratchy and harsh; like a sweater. Goosebumps developed and her lungs burned.

‘What an unfortunate sound.’

Tenko wasn’t a beast per se. He was merely acting on instinct, but he wasn’t all bad. That idiot woman carried a delicious fragrance; her pores were just leaking it. His primal instincts demanded Tenko to clamp his beak over her clavicle. He wanted to peak at her flesh until only ribbons clung to her skeleton… but he was lonely. Tenko was lonely and needed a friend -- needed her. The woman’s cries seemed so inviting. She made pathetic little sounds that were like music to him. He decided to play along, in the hopes of revealing in her fear again.

Women weren’t unknown to Tenko; they were little sacks of meat that nourished him. However, this wench was something entirely different. She didn’t belong within the predetermined hierarchy and Tenko absolutely fucking hated her for it. Her gestures were carefree and swaying; large hips on full display. The woman wench deserved to know her place.

‘No one else would do it. It has to be me.’

An uncomfortable silence inched between them, the steak long gone. The realization wasn’t kind to her. This wasn’t an octopus; this was something worse. Something bad that could speak. Her skin felt slimy and dirty now. She rubbed at her ankles. Waiting for a response was becoming a real experience -- complete with the bells and whistles of anxiety. The woman’s back was on the sea. She refused to greet the monstrosity.

“I’m… sorry. It’s been so long since I had company.” A soft reflection was in the voice; gentle regret. How could she resist? Tenko was being vulnerable now, if not a little sad. But it was necessary. Feigning humanity would lead his prey in with wide, innocent eyes.

With a back turned, the woman took a step away from the benign waves. “You talk?” She didn’t want to ask anymore -- she didn’t want to engage the abnormality any further.

A low whistle crept across the oceanic landscape.

“Yes. Can we be f… friends?”

‘Her little brain must weigh nothing,’ Tenko thought, ‘A stupid broad like her is lucky to even be alive.’ The mortal was braindead enough to put trust in him, he didn’t even have to beg. Well, he didn’t have to beg as much as he anticipated. Her vibrating fear could be felt even within the depths of his domain. Tenko found it pathetic, in all honesty, but saliva pooled at the thought of her. Naked. Afraid. All primed and ready to be devoured… ‘Such a delicate body. It’s really a shame I’ll leave blemishes.’

Within a week’s time, the raspy, sea-salt coated voice was the woman’s dearest friend. Her only friend. It was unnatural at first. The ocean wasn’t sentient, it couldn’t have a soul, and yet something would respond to her questions and ramblings. Always patient and kind hearted. She was curious if the voice was even a sea creature.

‘What if you’re the sea?’

Her mouth opened and closed, mimicking a question. She was curious if the voice had a name. There was certainly nothing offered up; the voice had demanded the woman never swim again -- never look into the great depths. At her sheepish request, the voice shook with rage that trembled and quaked in their words. It was the first time the woman remembered that this voice wasn’t human and maybe it didn’t -- maybe they didn’t function by the natural laws of man.

A wave bumped against the beachfront. Her name carried off of the breeze, followed by a pause, and then, “What was your question?”

“It’s… uh, it’s stupid, really,” she replied, eyes stuck on her modest shack. Confidence was lacking in her voice; the woman now shrinking before Tenko.

The stench of her was in the water now; Tenko scrunched his face in response. Focusing on her was a part of the plan. His desire for the broad would be found eventually, but he needed to bite down any residual lust that floated around. Her smell was so pungent that it made Tenko’s stomach burn and twist. Like a heated wrench.

He was growing bored. Impatient. Hunting was never a show like this. Hunting was hunting -- killing and eating with bits of flesh mixing with crimson. The sea looked best like that; bloody, a massacre of sin. Tenko should have eaten her a week before. She was stupid and within his grasp… but he let her go. A mistake he wouldn’t make twice.

“Of course not! I like talking to you.” Inky black tentacles twitched under the curtain of waves. ‘She’d cower. Make herself as small as she needed to be; pathetic and crawling.’ Tenko grinned at the thought. She was nothing more than meat on a slab.

His words of encouragement were like a shock to the system. Something was in those words, something the woman craved. Her chest tightened and words washed upon shore, “Can… can I see you?”

It was a simple question, and yet Tenko hated it. He knew this day would come, but he prepared little in the way of comfort. His face twisted into a scowl as little angry bubbles surfaced.

“Why? Aren’t you afraid? I can feel your tremors from here.” Tenko wanted to squash her curiosity. This game of cat and mouse shouldn’t end so abruptly. He wanted more play time with his food. Fear was a seasoning that couldn’t be wasted. A precious resource only for him.

The ocean was quiet now, its rage worn down and tired. The woman looked out into the azure water and tried to gather her remaining courage. Tenko’s voice was unlike the kind tone she was accustomed to; his response was harsh and laced with seafoam. This wasn’t her disembodied companion. This was a creature.

“N-no,” she hesitated. Her words were anchored in her belly. She looked away from the azure abyss, fear creeping into her chest. The woman knew nothing of her companion -- only that he saved her. Surely, he couldn’t be some monstrous bundle of tentacles and eyes. He had to be more… human.

Silence sat between them. Tenko began to impulsively curl his tentacles. He found the quiet annoying and somehow a little frightening. Perhaps his meal was reconsidering their arrangement. ‘You couldn’t,’ Tenko thought while the sun shrunk behind a cloud, ‘you’re too stupid.’ Befriending him -- feeling sorry for such a gluttonous horror was a fool’s mistake. His heart hummed at the thought of her bare and bloodied.

The death of their conversation was awkward, if not heavy. Truthfully, the woman blamed herself for it. Feet nestled in warm sand; her mind straying back to Tenko. She knew he was beneath the oceanic canvas. Hidden away. ‘Hiding from me.’ Mournful eyes watched the sea. The day was dreary. No clouds. Sun scorned and resting. The sky held a drab palette; rainbows of blacks and grays formed into being. She wondered if the ocean was ever this ugly.

Tenko came to his great conclusion; ‘I can eat your pea-sized brain now, can’t I? You’re probably stinking with guilt. So worried about your only friend.’ Slowly, Tenko lifted the tip of his beak into the air. Her pungent rot was like driftwood; moldy and earthy. She sickened him, but his body and mind weren’t one. Two muddled pieces that ached for both devouring her whole, and filling her disgusting guts with him. Tenko wanted to breed her -- watch his mewling little mortal stretch with his eggs.

Tenko’s stomach growled.

“What -- what’s your name?”

His beak quickly retracted back into the salty brine. In his chest was a heart pounding against his rib cage. She was so close. She was so close. ‘Stupid and trustworthy. You’d do anything for a friend. You’d do anything… for me.’ Tenko realizes this and seizes his dinner bell, “T-Tenko. Can you come into the water?” Saliva pools at the back of his throat, “I’m lonely.”

The voice was heartbroken. His Tenko’s vocal cords were raspy, as if he gorged himself on salt water. A certain note of despair lingered in his sentence. The woman gave one last look into the vast blue before plunging her toes into saline waters.

It was as cold as the grave. Yet the coolness of it was relaxing. Hypnotizing. The ocean was calling out to her, its wet claws draped around her ankles, pleading with her to stay. She thought her ears caught a whisper from the depths; “Don’t go.”

Everything was falling into his lap. First, she decided to trust him. Then she found comfort. Now, she belongs to him. Every chunk of flesh, every spec of marrow -- all his. He would suck her bones dry and drain her. ‘I’m going to devour you in the worst way.’

Her voice trembled with an alien sort of fear, “Tenko…” Water soaked into her dress, the cotton sticking to her shivering form. “Tenko, I’m scared.” Salt water was plugged into her nostrils. The strong scent was almost nauseating. There was a dull twinge in her heart. ‘Magical octopi,’ she chanted, ‘enchanted animal that speaks!’ Despite her conviction, salivation was unheard. The icy water rested just under her collarbone. Its gentle current nipped at her skin. She suppressed a shiver, keeping her legs kicking. The woman waited until something spongy -- familiar -- grabbed her calf.

“You’re here.” The woman released a forgotten breath. Her chest was unraveling; the feeling of him was… comforting. This was her friend. ‘He wouldn’t hurt me.’ Her salt stained lips pitched into a grin.

Tenko envisioned violently dragging her squirming body. Little bubbles trailing behind, her last breaths. Gentle face painted into horror. He wondered if she would fight back; maybe pitifully grab at his tentacles? Tenko’s eyes widened in excitement, her legs sending waves. ‘Finally you made it, moron girl.’

His words were like a haunting chorus, “It’s okay,” her name was honey in the air, “Can… can you swim to me?” Tenko sounded cautious, ‘He’s worried about me.’ Her one friend -- her one true friend was concerned about her! The woman’s eyes were bright and alive. A smile played on her lips. Tiny butterflies felt like they were gathering in her chest. Tenko needed her. Needed his friend. The loneliness seemed to melt off while her legs worked against the sea, water splashing in every direction. Her body was numb; skin nothing more than drenched. She noted her dress was slowing her down. Tenko was leagues away -- almost impossible. Yet she persisted.

His tentacle was the thread guiding her home -- to him. The rubbery flesh was a trail behind her. It was a reminder that Tenko was close, somehow obscured under blankets of briny water. Looking into the blue void made her stomach tangle together in a mess of anxiety. There was an unknown factor -- a certain fear to the ocean now.

Tenko held a delicate grip. ‘I can’t squeeze you to death just yet.’ He hoped the woman’s death rattles were soft, nothing like a dying creature. Tenko knew she would struggle and seafoam would kick into her lungs, but a part of him wanted her to coo at him. Make little creamy pleas. Stuck in his mirth, Tenko began to pull. The sensation was lost on his meal; her mind too preoccupied with determination. Her feet no longer tapped against slimy seaweed. Instead, the abyss greeted her. Negative space gathered. Nothing to keep the woman afloat except for her own flailing limbs.

A rather thrashing limb caught Tenko in the beak. Instinct took over as he yanked the woman. Aggressive and without tolerance. His beak was strong enough for her kick, but the accidental assault felt purposeful. Her lungs filled only once; to scream. Blue fluttered into her line of sight while bubbles erupted into view. Water rushed into her lungs. She managed a cough, salt in her nose.

The woman fought against the pull. Waterlogged fingers slipping. She clawed at the tentacle as her expression froze in open-mouthed terror. Tenko wished he could see it, but the vibrations of her panicking body would have to do. He wanted to eat her panic. Swallow her whole and stare into the bloody waters she’d create.

“St-stop… struggling so d-damn much,” forming a sentence was hard. This woman -- this squishy little mortal -- continued to fight. Tenko wished she would claw at scratch at him, fear added a certain spice to his meals, but her insensent kicking must stop.

Tenko releases the woman, her little head shooting up and bobbling amongst the current. Greedy lungs sucked in sour sea air. The saline burned down her throat, but she was relieved. ‘I was going to die. Tenko… Tenko wanted to kill me!’ The realization hits like a sandbag. She has to leave now. This creature, no, this monster was nothing but death.

Before she can will her tired body, a melody drifts into her mind.

“Please don’t go.” He sounded so mournful. Grief laced into every word.

She looks into the great blue before responding, “I have to.” Tears brim her eyes, making the world glassy. This was her only friend and yet he wanted to harm her. There was something dangerous to this creature.

Tenko grew impatient. She should simply accept him as he is. This doesn’t need to be unnecessarily difficult… but she was making it difficult. Couldn’t this broad see Tenko only wanted to fill her half eaten, frail body with eggs? It’s a compliment, an implied attraction, and she just had to ruin it. Her little brain cannot even begin to comprehend the damage she’s done.

With great effort, Tenko continued his heartbreaking colloquy, “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t m-mean it.” It’s burdensome to speak such lies, even more of a bother to project them into such an idiot. However, Tenko knew this woman had kindness tucked into her heart. She had no other choice but to forgive. “You want to see me, don’t you? The curiosity must be suffocating.”

She did… She had wondered what Tenko looked like; her mind’s eye wasn’t content with a mermaid. The woman had to see him in all of his glory. His voice was mesmerizing, like sharp ocean currents beating against rock. Her heart slowed to an acceptable pace. The organ no longer hammered into her. Her pulse wasn’t in her ears and the only thing in her stomach was an airy bit of hope. ‘Tenko probably hasn’t had any visitors before. I’m -- I’m his first.’ There was a strange comfort in being Tenko’s only friend.

Something hard bumped against her leg. “Tenko?” She asked, voice small and soft. A vortex of salt water swirled underneath her as a head peaked from beneath a crest of waves. Tenko wasn’t quite as she imagined; her friend resembled a kraken more than a man. His beak was half-way submerged, stringy white hair clung to his worn face. He wore a gentle expression. Her eyes softened at his humanity. Tenko was so close she could smell him. The sharp scent of brine and seaweed permeated the air. A certain warmth settled into her belly.

“Can I… touch you?”

The woman nodded. His tentacle -- slimy now -- interlocked around her arm. The appendage was spongy and its suction cups held onto her with care. She melted into his touch while Tenko guided her into his bare chest. She looked up at him, big doe eyes that held nothing but admiration for the monster. ‘A pity,’ Tenko thought, ‘You didn’t really struggle, did you? You want to be full of my eggs.’ Tenko asserted this belief as another tentacle found the small of her back. Another snaked up her waist and landed on a clothed breast. She shivered in his embrace, the frigid water now soaked into her bones.

Ancient words danced in her mind, “Give yourself to me.” No emotion was behind her eyes, no hint of a human. Instead she steeled herself -- perfect and waiting for Tenko. She was a gift for him. Roughly, his tentacles roamed her body. His suction cups latched and unlatched onto bits of sodden flesh. She was mushy and delicate, like algae. Tenko could break apart her body, bone by bone, until she was dust stuck in his suction cups. A hushed mewl fell from her lips once Tenko brushed against a sensitive nipple. Her face was flushed and glistening. There was a crinkle in her eyes; a foreign ecstasy. The woman’s body hadn’t experienced such a fiery, electric sensation before.

“Don’t…” She buries her face in his chest, “don’t stop, Tenko.” It was too mortifying to allow such a divine creature see her like this. Body peppered with pink and chest heaving against him. She leaned into his touch. He kneaded her skin, spongy suction cups tweaking her nubs. Tenko could feel himself begin to swell, tentacles fat and aching. He looked down at her, drool trailing down his beak.

An eager tentacle harshly grabbed her drenched garment and quickly discarded it to the sea. The woman’s body instinctively shivered, nerves still tender. “Stay still,” Tenko commanded as a tentacle slithered down her stomach, stopping at her waistband.

“Please.” Her eyes are like saucers, innocent and begging. Tenko indulged and a tentacle stroked her wet cunt. The sloppy noise mixed with her insensent moans. It was a chorus of vulgarity. Tenko, however, made no sound. His vocal chords vibrated with animalistic grunts as he explored her body. Another obscene groan finally encouraged the beast; a single tentacle slipped between her thighs.

Her pudgy walls gripped his swollen tentacle like a vice. “S-slow down, Tenko.” The woman felt violated. Tenko was going too fast, not allowing for rest. His tentacle plunged into her, prodding her womb. “Stop! It hurts!” The woman grit her teeth while trying to stifle a cry.

“Quit whining,” Tenko sneered, sharp beak biting down on her collarbone. Iron flooded Tenko’s mouth and a whine played on his lips. She was sweeter than anything -- anyone he had tasted before. Her tainted scent was nothing compared to the meat before him. A piercing yelp sounded from the woman. The shrillness of it only spurred Tenko; his beak gnawing at her open wound.

An orgy of violence and bliss swirled in her mind, twisting into one. Divinity itself was biting into her and marking her as his own. His fat tentacle stretched her to an almost inhuman degree; her face sweaty and mouth open. Drool pooled into her wound and mixed with Tenko’s spit. She wanted to reach up and touch it, feel the feral brand he left. She adjusted to his size, an unfamiliar hotness gathering between her legs.

“F-faster, please.”

Another ethereal voice called to her, carried from the breeze, “You want me to fill you with eggs, don’t you? Say it.”

Dribble spat from her mouth, “Tenko, I want -- please make me fat with your eggs! Breed me!” Painfully, Tenko hammered into her doused cunt, pushing against her cervix, the spongy flesh almost like a pillow. Welcoming. Warming. Wanting him. Her pussy fit perfectly around his engorged tentacle, milking him for every bit of slimy pre-cum.

“Take my eggs, broad,” Tenko growls as a miry egg sloshes into her womb.

A cry permeates the air. “Too big, Tenko. Too big,” the woman heaves. Her mind swimming with one simple phrase; “You’ll be such a good moma.”

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And now the post you've all been waiting for!! Here's the master post for my dsmp magic au; powers, headcanons, silly comments and all! (I'll also post a plain summary list tomorrow without the background and cute stuff for reference if anyone wanted that)

You can read it here under the cut, but I'll also be rb-ing with an ao3 link if you'd rather read it there

(Power inspiration comes mostly from The Young Elites/Shadow And Bone because I am a nerd and read too much) and the Kagerou Project

Right! We’re not getting into why they have magic. This is a canon where a dude fucked a fish and got a fox son out of it, okay. I do not need to explain why they suddenly have magic. Maybe she’s born with it, maybe its Maybelline. Either way an explanation is going to be foregone.

Purpled

- It is rumoured that he is some kind of end hybrid, but no one can figure out what kind and there’s no hard evidence either way

- Evidence collected so far is. Limited, frankly. Ponk is sure he saw a scratch bleed purple once, but it might have been the lighting. Ant is convinced he’s never seen Purpled touch water. Punz thinks he’s seen wings at some point, but never got to check.

- He does, however, have reduced hearing in his right ear and burn scars across the backs of his legs from too many tnt jumps, as well as a slight limp and a missing finger on his left hand. Those aren’t hybrid traits though. Bedwars does things to a man

- There is also no hard evidence that he has any powers, hybrid or otherwise, but there are stories and sometimes you’ll hear about him dodging a skeleton’s arrow shot from behind, or mining right around a lava pocket that no one knew was there, or making a jump that would be just impossible for anyone else

- (Okay I’m gonna lift the veil here a bit about his power. I was going to keep it a mystery but I love this so so much and I need everyone to hear it)

- Somehow the end is more connected to the code than the overworld or the nether. The dragon is generally considered the ‘end’ of the game, right? Purpled, being a hybrid from the end, is also connected and his powers are a very very good instinct for the game and also sometimes reality will bend just a little to suit him. They’re very subtle, and that’s why no one can pin down what he does, because they’re deliberately unnoticeable.

- Not even he knows exactly what he can do, and that’s the scary part. Who knows what he could be capable of, if even he’s never tested it’s extent?

- If I had to give c!Purpled a soundtrack it would be Violet by Those Who Dream

Hannah

- Hannah Rose. Hannahxxrose. Hannah my beloved. She’s a dryad, which means pointy ears and funky hair colours, like petal colours

- Her hair changes colour based on the season and where she is in the world. It’s most colourful in flower forests, and in all other biomes where flowers appear, it’s the colour of the flowers. In biomes without natural flower spawns (oceans, deserts, all that), her hair is natural brown

- Fun plant magic! think Poison Ivy from DC, when she controls all the plants and roots and stuff. I’ve never seen a DC movie in my life but that sounds about right

- Using physical powers is banned in certain areas of public servers because they can give unfair advantages in competitive games, right? Anyway Hannah spent a lot of time on places like that so she hadn’t much time to practice or learn how her powers worked and she’s not very experienced with them

- She has tripped up on her own vines before because of this. Purpled thinks it’s very funny until she trips him too

- She usually keeps a cane in her inventory for bad days or when she has to walk far, but if she dies and respawns without one she can usually convince one of her vines to help her back to her base or where she died to pick one up

- Sam did make her a couple of braces for her lower back and left knee, but they’re uncomfortable and can irritate her skin (like trees growing over signs/nails/other artificial things) so she doesn’t wear them often

- She did wear them at the red banquet though, for agility’s sake. Safer in the long run

- She doesn’t like visiting the nether very much because according to her, the nether flora has ‘attitude’ and won’t listen to her

- (They’re actually just very petty and prone to gossiping. The story of the time she picked a couple of mushrooms has been blown out of proportion among the plants of the nether, and now they say she uprooted an entire biome with one hand behind her back. Arguably very cool, albeit doubtful, but definitely something that would spook saplings)

Niki

- The origins mod is telling me mermaid Niki. I respectfully disagree

- That’s right Niki is a blaze hybrid here. L’mantree who?

- Her hair is golden naturally and I love it

- Not blonde. I mean gold gold, like in Rumpelstiltskin when he spun straw into gold thread

- Also she runs really hot (good to hug. nice and toasty. human space heater) and has claws that she let the kids paint when they were younger

- Pyromancy and pyrokinesis!! Pyrokinesis is born from her hybrid origin, but pyromancy is her own power separate from that.

- For those of you who don’t know, pyrokinesis is the ability to create and control fire, and pyromancy is divination by fire. Telling the future with fire, basically. Literally hot girl shit

- Despite it’s rep, her pyrokinesis isn’t very aggressive. Hers is more like a hearth fire or campfire than a forest fire. Dangerous when she gets angry but with a pretty limited range

- She likes candles and fire baths and doesn’t like the snow because her socks get wet and they’re the one thing she hasn’t been able to dry with her power yet

- There are lots of kinds of pyromancy and I think Niki has tried most. Regular reading from flames is most accurate but can be hard to get a read on, so she likes to have some time for that, usually before big events. She used to burn plants, which was quicker and easier to understand but fairly vague, until she realised it made Hannah and Wilbur uncomfortable so her regular methods are salt and smoke now

Wilbur

- Wilbur also has pointy ears! He is a little elf boy but he likes to hide his ears with his beanie because he’s self-conscious about them

- Has nature-related powers also similar to Hannah’s, but his are more gentle and involve internal properties of flowers rather than the actual physical plants

- Basically he grows flowers and herbs and things that can be used in potions and stuff, which is why he’s also very good at brewing

- They grow out of his hair and around his feet if he’s not directing them anywhere, but with some focus he can get them to grow in his palm. Good party trick

- He likes cornflowers best (coincidentally the same flowers you make blue dye from :eyes:)

- He has a pretty good handle on his power but is affected by strong emotions like love or anger. He’s generally good at preventing it from overflowing (he goes gardening a lot <3) but an angry Wilbur is dangerous

- The flowers grow differently according to how he’s feeling, changing the type of flower, how quickly they bloom, and the vibrancy of their petals

- He has a hard time identifying other people’s emotions and tone because they don’t display them like he does, and don’t experience them outwardly

- It’s obviously pretty impossible for people without the same power to display their feelings and intent exactly the way he does, but his friends do try to be more literal around him and make sure to clarify things if he asks

- This has made him a lot less nervous about the whole thing because he knows his friends will help as much as they can <3 It’s all about the found family

- He grows lots of flowers accidentally, like in his hair or in Friend’s wool, and is generally pretty chill about it but gets kind of flustered if he does it to another person

- pogtopia was full of accidental poppies and foxgloves. They were not having a good time down there

Tommy

- Tommy has fangs. You knew it was coming. He enjoys biting people for no reason

- He’s never been ashamed of his mutation and Wilbur really admires him for that, since he’s always hidden his

- Also his eyes change colour but like. Subtly. I think he deserves a funky mutation like that

- Some days you’re convinced his eyes are blue and then you’ll turn around and they’re maroon or purple

- Now! His power! My initial thoughts say sound manipulation? I think it is called audiokinesis or echokinesis? Essentially he can make his voice/other sounds very loud or very quiet and sound different/echo by shifting the acoustics of a room or whatever

- Idk I just think some of his best acting is founded in his control over the sound of his voice and I wanted to include that somehow

- With an entirely auditory power his other senses (especially visual) are impaired. He has limited colour vision (like bats) and strong astigmatism, which gives him frequent headaches :(

- Say what you will about Pogtopia but at least it was dimmer than the surface

- Exile wasn’t good for his headaches because the sun was always out and it reflected off the sea quite often, and Dream wouldn’t let him keep his emergency sunglasses

- He echolocates >:) It’s very very annoying, especially when he does it randomly when he’s bored by a conversation, but he’s good to go caving with

- He also makes little noises to comfort himself and is comforted by other people’s little noises because he can use his power like a stim toy and it reminds him that he’s not helpless or alone

Techno

- Okay Techno’s power is fun I love this part. We’re giving him ferrokinesis

- It’s because magnets and metal and danger. Also he should get a funky vibrating sword when he’s angry

- Fun fact! I have also allowed this to explain the whole human compass thing. He can literally sense the magnetic poles and lodestones, so he never gets lost

- He collects, presses and labels Wilbur’s flowers. He started doing it after SMPEarth when he and Wilbur wrote letters to each other from different servers and Wilbur would leave flowers in the envelopes, and then on the dsmp he uses it to help identify Wilbur’s emotional state when he’s nonverbal/after he’s fucking dead

- He has trouble keeping in routines and remembering to do things, so he has a big whiteboard on the wall next to his door that he had intended to use like a to-do list (and it still mostly functions like that! He uses different colours of pen to try and combat the objects-fading-into-surroundings thing and while it doesn’t always work he can usually remember to see it before he leaves the house)

- Though there are little doodles all over it, from visitors (Phil and the Syndicate mostly) and Techno himself, like a little cartoon pig yelling about feeding the dogs and a flower garden sprouting from one corner

- Technically he can shapeshift between full human/full pig but he prefers somewhere in between

- I was originally going to say piglin hybrid like a lot of hcs but then I remembered this is my AU and I get to make the rules. The bitch is a regular pig hybrid. Not even a boar he’s just a pig

- His favourite food is golden carrots but sometimes if he has too many he can get loopy on the saturation. Phil puts as many of them in his cooking as possible because he thinks it’s hilarious

Ponk

- Now. Ponk. Probably the one I watch the most of any streamer on the SMP so I have lots of Thoughts (TM)

- Magma cube hybrid! I’m not sure what it is with me and nether mobs I just love them all so much. Did a tier list and they were right up at the top with creepers and foxes

- It’s hard to see his mutation because of his mask (and also his power, which he uses to disguise it) but he’s got lil stubby horns and sometimes glows like a magma block

- He glows instead of blushing when he’s happy or angry or embarassed. In the daytime it’s barely noticeable and all good but at night he’s like a lantern

- Mob pathfinding makes them avoid lava/blocks that could cause them damage, and coincidentally Ponk’s glow simulates that of lava so mobs are generally scared of him when he is

- He gets a fucking OP power okay. Most of you probably won’t have read any Marie Lu but I’m thinking along the lines of Adelina’s power with illusions. At the height of his power he can trick all of a person’s senses to convince them of anything he wants them to

- He doesn’t like to use it against other people often as it’s pretty terrifying for everyone involved but he’s like. one of the most powerful people on the server

- Actually he can’t even remember the last time he did. It might have been to cover up his tired eyes and clear the scratch from his voice when he visited Sam after he didn’t sleep for a week (Sam noticed. He always does. Stupid empaths)

- He has a pet turtle he named Oogway and he made it a little black belt and a flower crown. Tommy thought it was a teenage mutant ninja turtle and called it Leonardo for a solid three months

Sam

- The whole vibe I’m going for for Sam in this AU is that he’s open and friendly but very susceptible to external influences. (i.e. I just fucking know the prison has some sort of sentience and it controlled him and that’s why he hurt Ponk. I refuse to accept that love is dead)

- So I thought some kind of psychic power would fit best? And now he’s an empath

- Meaning he can feel and (to some extent) affect other people’s emotions as they feel them

- Apparently one thing you can sometimes do with empathy is psychometry, which is described as “the power to perceive residual information of an object, place or person”

- He hates visiting war zones/places of tragedy. L’manburg basically. He can feel the ghosts of children and hope and pride and potential and it’s terrifying that it was all cut short so quickly and so often

- He also has trouble with the community house and Eret’s museum purely because of the volume of the history in both places

- Ah that got a bit dark. oops.

- Psychometry isn’t all bad though! The woo station and Snowchester are so full of love that Sam can’t help smiling, and places like Skeppy’s skyblock map or El Rapids are playful and warm

- And another something cute! His connection with Fran is so deep that he can feel her emotions too! He can feel that she gets the most excited when she sees him and it makes him feel better no matter what happened that day

- Ponk thinks he works too hard trying to make people happy so he’s really glad when Sam takes the time to sit down by himself with Fran. Plus it’s an excellent excuse for cuddles

- He wears a gas mask because redstone is a really small particulate and he has both bad asthma and a mild allergy to the stuff so the mask keeps him from breathing too much in

- The allergy is common to all creepers, as the active redstone signal reacts with the gunpowder in their bodies and irritates them

- Creeper hybrid, but this time with spice and all of my wild mc biology thoughts

- He doesn’t have much of a mutation other than being weirdly tall, but his freckles are like silver glitter, his skin is vaguely iridescent, and his natural hair colour is a green-grey (Again google is telling me it’s called xanadu. Very pretty colour 10/10 would recommend)

Eret

- Herobrine genetics obviously means the eyes, right? But also he’s a little bit unsettling outside of that in ways you can’t put your finger on. Does he really have the regular number of fingers or arms? Are you sure you can’t see through him? Are his feet really touching the floor? When you look at them it’s all normal but you can’t help seeing things out of the corner of your eye

- His power is light based and basically he can manipulate it around him, like reflecting things off of her, or around (for invisibility!), or lighting up an area beyond the range of a torch

- This also applies to cool stuff like lenses, diffraction, and refraction (high school physics coming back to haunt many of us) For anyone who didn’t take hs physics or isn’t there yet, diffraction ad refraction cause the splitting and bending of light through different materials and causing rainbows. It’s used a lot in fibre optics it’s very cool.

- Anyway to summarise, light manipulation allows for invisibility, heat creation, and tiny rainbows, among a range of other things

- Their betrayal of L’manburg wasn’t calculated at all. When you’ve lived as long as Eret has, a lot of things lose their significance and if she’s being honest, she didn’t realise the nation was so important. She thought they were all just messing around together, like a long and complicated game of capture the flag.

- This is one of the reason he decided to start the museum. He wanted to make sure he didn’t forget significance again and remind himself that everything ends up being important to someone

- (These aren’t power hcs for the au they’re just things I like to consider sometimes)

Hbomb

- I have seen exactly one (1) person mention the possibility of Hbomb being an immortal but I saw that and ran with it

- I love Hbomb. I want vault hunters in here. I want catmaid H. I want Theveir. I want L’cast. All of his content is SO entertaining

- Immortals on the dsmp seem to be really into their preservation of history (looking at you, Eret’s museum) and I think L’cast is Hbomb’s way of doing it. Eret preserves events and objects, H preserves the people’s memory.

- (I want to know what made them like that! What happened in the past for their need to try safeguard it? How effective were they really, if so little made it to Mizu?)

- And then also I want him to be a shapeshifter :) Local lil tricksy shapeshifter man turns into bastard cat on a regular basis to annoy people

- He especially likes hanging out with Fundy, not least of all because he gets so flustered, but also because once H got stuck with cat ears for a few years when he was still learning his power and he feels some kind of solidarity with Fundy because he got teased a lot for it

- Shapeshifting does mean he has almost no mutations but he always keeps a braided friendship bracelet on so he doesn’t get caught out in some shapeshifted form (Niki and Eret have the matching ones)

- And also for some reason he’s always got a streak of blue hair when he shifts. Makes him recognisable

- Also Theveir is his weird gay cousin who his homophobic aunt sent to live with him to ‘straighten him out’ without realising the dsmp was a homonormative society

Puffy

- She’s got her cool ass curly horns. I know in some sheep breeds both sexes can have horns but even if Puffy was a hybrid of a breed without, she would grow in the horns by sheer willpower

- Now I know for a fact that pyrokinesis is one of the most popular powers and everyone was expecting someone to have it and I’m giving it to Puffy

- ‘but what about therapuffy?? what about kid Dream and Foolish??’ I hear you cry. Actually her pyrokinesis makes her a better mediator and more level-headed than a lot of people because she had to spend so much time and effort trying to control such a destructive power

- I think it’s cool to consider how that might contribute to her distrust of the egg as well. Spending so much time in her own head and learning how her own thoughts worked made her much more aware of outside forces working on her mind

- Unlike Niki, Puffy’s pyrokinesis is a full magic power rather than just one of her hybrid traits, which means both that she has to work harder to control it and it operates on a larger scale.

- Campfires with her are pretty terrifying but a lot of fun because she likes messing with the size and colour and temperature of the flames, both for fun and also to make sure her marshmallows are perfectly toasted. You haven’t tasted good marshmallows until you’ve had one of hers

Fundy

- Fundy’s whole schtick is that he has fox ears. That is also what I’m giving him because it’s cute and also badass. Foxes are so cool damn

- I’m debating between red fox and corsac fox ears. Red fox because it looks most like his skin and corsac because they’re most suited to plains/open air biomes like most of the smp is

- Fox hybrid means a couple of less obvious non-human traits too! I think a little jump boost, maybe, and natural night vision

- Having sensitive hearing (as foxes often do) and being in proximity to a lot of explosions mean he’s become HoH, particularly in his right ear

- To start with, as his hearing deteriorated, he tried to hide it and try not to jump when someone walked up on him on that side, but eventually it got bad enough that Hbomb noticed. He didn’t ever bring it up but he was very careful to make more noise when coming up behind him, and always on the left

- The only note on his power that I had before this was #GiveFundyMagic2k21 which was. really not very much information. But a very good note nonetheless

- In any case I have since had further thoughts and I think I’ve settled on dreamwalking as Fundy’s power

- There are several reasons. First was that there’s a lot of nuance and detail and is an interesting thing to consider in relation to the universe, especially considering a lot more people have visible powers. Second was just that I thought it would be really fucking funny

- He’s mostly nocturnal also! It comes from a) his fox traits, but also b) if he sleeps at the same time as other people there’s a big risk he ends up dreamwalking and that doesn’t make for a good night’s sleep for either party

- Overall it’s easier to sleep during the day, even if that’s when most people (read: Tubbo) decide to be reckless and mess around with ravagers and run down the prime path very loudly. When asked, Fundy says it’s like hearing cat zoomies, if the cat swore colourfully and had a sword

Quackity

- Quackity. Mr Quack. Dr. HQ my beloved

- Duck wings and breathing underwater. Cool shit for a cool kid

- During the Schlatt administration he hid his wings for a really long time and they ended up scarring quite badly. He can still fly but not for extended periods of time without needing a heat pack and a few hours off of them

- When he was relearning to fly, Sapnap used his power to steady the air/slow his fall which made him feel better about the whole thing. Just the whole idea of being held by someone you’ve learnt to trust while you relearn things from your childhood that were scared out of you and realising there’s no way they’ll ever let you fall or hurt again

- The breathing underwater is a little bit useless because he so rarely goes into the water (you can pretty much get anywhere over land, and boats are always faster than swimming even if you don’t need to come up for air)

- But it is useful for hiding and/or getting out of the way, when he’s scared or just messing around

- Makes it very easy to sneak up on people. Karl has forbidden him from doing it to him but he always checks water sources as he’s going just in case Quackity’s decided to sit there and wait

Karl

- Considering the fact that Karl’s time travelling stems from an outside force and not his own power, I think that shouldn’t be his power and I should get to give him something else. There’s no point having canon if you just follow it

- Original thoughts were dogboy Karl but then I had more of them (the thoughts) and decided instead to say he can understand/speak all languages (plus animals!) Google is telling me these are called omniligualism and zoolingualism and those are lovely nice big words

- So no dogboy Karl but he can speak to dogs and that’s great

- This will obviously help when he time travels! Different languages in different periods and different regions, so good ol Karl should be able to understand them all

- (He can speak to Michael! Tubbo and Ranboo take Michael to visit Niki one time and bump into Karl in Kinoko, who starts speaking to him in piglin. It takes all of Ranboo’s strength and a whole host of promises to come back to make Michael let go)

- I wanted to bring in elements of his old skin with all the wild blocky colours, so he has coloured patches on his skin like vitiligo, in other colours (purples, greens and blues especially)

- He’s also pretty susceptible to sunburn (a common effect of vitiligo) so Sapnap makes sure to keep a bottle of sunscreen on him at all times and Quackity has a range of colourful umbrellas for really sunny days.

- Karl’s favourite one has a pattern of little sheep all over. Sapnap is convinced they’re clouds and not sheep. Quackity refuses to comment on the matter

Sapnap

- Sapnap is nether fae! fun fact: this is a thing I just made up.

- mostly I just wanted an excuse to give him pointy ears and magic

- A lot of people assume his power is something like pyrokinesis, but fire res and strength are natural nether fae traits (evolution and that, especially considering the nether is like. 70% lava)

- This is why he can still have lava baths! He likes swimming in lava lakes and runs hot in overworld, and he has pointy ears which are almost definitely pierced in at least threeplaces. Gold earrings, obviously

- He’s allergic to iron (fae traits) which is some kind of issue obviously because iron is the most common early-game armour/weapons and remains the most common material for backup gear owned by everyone on the server

- He, Quackity and Karl all have gold (or diamond, if they can get it) backup tools and a spare set of netherite armour to avoid this issue but it’s still irritating

- Windwalker sapnap windwalker sapnap. Like one of those airbenders from atla but cooler

- He was definitely in demand among the nether folk because he could get rid of the fog temporarily. Just blow it away. Increase render distance setting but it’s just some guy

- In the overworld he’s definitely more powerful (pros of having an atmosphere I guess), though maybe not as useful in regular day-to-day activities. He doesn’t quite have the ability to control the weather but clouds/fog/things like that are fair game, which came in handy in childhood hide and seek games and also when endermen are around

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- When Quackity first met Hannah, he thought she was related to wilbur because of the ears. evidently he had seen very few fair folk in his life and neither of them would let him forget it, not least of all because it turned out he had also assumed Sapnap and Wilbur were cousins for years

- Tommy and Purpled (and Ponk, to an extent) are in high demand when people intend to go on caving trips, because each of their powers makes caving and mining a lot more effective and safer. Tommy’s echolocation allows him to find hidden tunnels and stay away from mobs, as well as sometimes locating ores as the stone sounds different. Purpled’s instinct allows him to find safe paths around hidden lava pockets or dead ends, so if he turns around in the middle of mining you’d best follow him. If you can convince him, Ponk will glow, and it looks so much like the glow of lava that a lot of mobs stay away for fear of getting caught in it. No need for torches!

- (Tommy and Purpled did consider making a business out of it, before everything kicked off)

- The Puffychu household is permanently a little bit on fire I think. When they’re both immune to fire and one is a blaze there’s not much consideration for fire safety or flammable objects, like humans for instance. They do try and put most of it out when they have visitors, but it’s always good to take a couple fire res pots or wear netherite when you go over

- When Tommy was little, he wanted to be like Niki because he thought she was so cool. Before he knew she was a blaze, she would pass her hands through flames to impress him and then panic when he tried to put his whole little toddler hand in the fire. He did get a little burnt, but then he thought for a whole six years that all adults were fireproof and you got the ability when you grew up

- The first person who Karl mentions the time-travel to ( I say mentions. He really only alluded to it) is Eret, because he thinks they might be someone to talk to about history and storytelling. Eret, who luckily understands what Karl is trying to say, takes him to his next meeting with Foolish and H and they all dub him an honorary immortal. Karl had no idea that anyone but Foolish was different lifespan-wise but after thinking about it he admitted it did make sense

- The only reason Connor isn’t there is because he was busy with Mario Kart. He’s a variety streamer he doesn’t have time for history discussions

- Eret and Foolish are old immortals. Hbomb is a newer immortal and he’s constantly in a state of >:D. Connor has been there since the beginning of the universe

- It’s nether fae custom to always keep gold on you for if you see a piglin. The two species have had their wars but they’re on mostly good terms now. Sapnap was really shocked when he realised people in the overworld didn’t consider gold a valuable resource and tried to give all of his friends gold

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My Guardian Demon |Chapter 1, Part 2: Two Dreams

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X (Reader)

Rating: 16+

A/N: Hey! Hey! Hey! Everybody! I just wanted to let you all know that in the beginning of this series like prologue story arc wise, I will only be highlighting the main points of said story arc.

TW: Suffocation and depiction of injury!

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(Song reccomendation for this chapter: Feeling Good by Michael Bublé)

PROMPT QUESTION FOR THIS STORY ARC: Are all demons ‘bad’?

When leaving the school gates with a silent warning that he gave to (y/n), there were a few minor details bothering him when traversing through the empty streets leading home.

At least he was able to walk alone to clear the commotion of todays events.

Sure, Izuku was used to Bakugou’s harassment towards him. For the most part, his mind always filtered out the nasty phrases that were thrown at him for the longest time.

However, what Bakugou had said was completely out of line.

Telling Izuku to commit suicide? Wow, what a great friend he was (if you could even call him that…).

Though the green-haired boy could easily say that about (y/n) as well. Even though its him and his stupid demon against society.

Was he sure that something may happen today? No, absolutely not. Even when turning a corner of the semi-suburban area that was closest to Aldera Junior High school, Izuku isn’t clairvoyant to anything that involves him.

Nope, not at all.

Even when making his way under the dark tunnel (to which he ignores his demon trying to hold him back from going in there, saying something along the lines of “W-w-wait! I don’t want to go down this way…”), Izuku still holds his head up high and ventures down the tunnel.

Like I said before, the green-haired boy isn’t clairvoyant that involves around him.

Plus, that shouldn’t exempt him from being cautious about what might lurk in the shadows.

Until this point, (y/n) only spoke in short sentences, though the only thing that caught Izuku off guard was the shaky utterance of “Izuku…L-Look behind you!”

He regrets looking behind him; A thing manifesting as a large murky green glob, paired with two large eyes and razor layered teeth (that scarcely resembled shark teeth), loomed over the 14 year old’s body.

I-I-It’s a villain!

As soon as Izuku blinked, one moment he was free and scrambling to his feet (fearful of the sludge villain) and the next, his body was trapped in something slimy… The green sludge body dripped with viscous thick globs as it wrapped like a vice around the boy. With a waterfall of pleading cut short and shown through desperate green eyes as Izuku squirmed annoyingly to the villain, there was no chance of escaping because he would be dead “in a minute” tops.

In a vain attempt to free Izuku from the grasps of the villain, the demon’s futile attempts to scratch away at the slime, only resulted in their misty hands to pass through the slime like their hand was non-existent.

Fuck—If a damn hero isn’t going to save Izuku, then it has to be his demon’s duty to do so.

Though it’s quite challenging for (y/n) to grip Izuku’s shoulders and pull him forward, it doesn’t have enough energy to stall for time.

Was fate cursing (y/n) again? The sun was up high in the sky, yet it always deceived the unguarded and weakest of them all. Didn’t it? If it wasn’t for the saving grace of a frisbee object hitting the villain in the eye, the sludge villain recoiled backwards and (thankfully) released its hostage, where the boy’s limp body met face first into the pavement.

Staying close to Izuku’s unconscious body, (y/n) watched as the pro-hero blatantly invaded their owner’s space and didn’t hear their screeching of something along the words of “DISGUSTING!!!” and “AAAAAAAH BEGONE! BEGONE! BEGONE!!” And the boy wasn’t woken up because of the cheek slaps, it was because of (y/n)’s obnoxious protests of the pro-hero’s cheek slaps.

Let’s not forget the loudest sigh released by the demon when one, Izuku (finally) woke himself up, and two, when that (god forsaken flimsy, annoying, outrageous) hero, was actually the number 1 hero, has retracted his hand from the demon’s owner.

(And (y/n) definitely called the number one hero “a filthy maggot that is followed by an equally filthy contra-” before they were tuned out of Izuku’s ears.)

“Ah! Thought we lost you there!” Announced the hero (to nobody in particular).

This, unfortunately, caused Izuku to pale- where it practically looked like his whole face lost all of its colour, including his eyes- and for (y/n) to think (if they even have thoughts in the first place…) that if there was a camera pointed straight at their face, it would show the most horrifying deadpanned expression on the demon’s non-existent face which would break the camera lens.

Screaming and scampering backwards, Izuku only managed to utter the words “C-C-CAN I HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH!!” before seeing his notebook (which was coincidently fish food a couple of minutes ago) signed by the hero and bowing to said hero out of gratefulness, although knowing their owner; (y/n) figured that Izuku would obviously cherish this autograph as a ‘family heirloom’.

(Izuku may or may not have blurted that out in the moment. Oh well. You can’t take everything you say back.)

“I have a question…” Murmured the green haired boy as the hero turned tail to “deliver this villain to the police station!” Sadly, the hero didn’t hear him and was about to leave the boy, where his demon was shaking their head in disappointment- “Why bother asking him?” Whispered (y/n), leaving the faint trace of their empty temperature to scarcely brush his cheek, “The man in front of you is a mere façade of bravery.” - it’s not like Izuku cares about his demon’s opinion.

Even when it’s in situations like this.

(And by situations, I mean when Izuku and his demon are clutching for dear life on the infamous hero’s legs when flying more than fifty feet above the ground.)

Looking below his feet, Izuku is always reminded that great power also has a greater price to it.

And well, All Might would probably agree (if it weren’t for being airborne).

Additionally, why did it look like you were enjoying him scream in fear for his life, when you know that if he dies, you die too.

(Was his demon secretly a sadist?!)

The landing was rocky and rough, but at least his feet managed to stand on their own after a few moments of wobbling and the small rub of your hand against his to beckon him to stand “tall and proud for being uniquely him”.

Glancing towards the hero, (y/n) scoffed in disgust at the retreating soldier whereas Izuku only begged him to “Wait,” continuing along with an unspoken prayer casted off to the sky and “one second!” to remain.

“No!”

It’s typical of a hero to say that word, but situations like this aren’t.

“I don’t have any time.” --- “I have to know!” --- “Why do you bother with him, Izuku?”

The years of quirklessness weren’t new to him. Though he wanted more.

“Even if everyone thinks I’m useless…” Izuku wanted more fulfilment for himself.

“Despite what anybody thinks.” (Y/n) wanted freedom for themself.

“I need to know.” The two of them had dreams.

“Is It possible to become a hero, without a quirk?” Even with a fearless grin, the man before the aftermath was the symbol of peace.

Well to put it simply, the embodiment of peace was secretly a human coat hanger. Now, how would the murky red demon and green haired boy react to said human coat hanger?

Uh…Yeah, they’re both screaming; Izuku was doing it out of horror, (y/n) was doing it out of disgust.

(This is a typical occurrence.)

“WHERE’S ALLMIGHT?!” The worn-down skeleton of a man looked like a couple of popsicle sticks were stuck together with Elmer’s glue as the artist called it a day. Looking left to right, then again, and finally- just for good luck- glanced left and right, as society always said, “Third time is the charm”.

“You! You’re not him!” Izuku profoundly screeched, where in fact both his demon and scrawny adult rolled their eyes. “Izuku, you don’t even have his birth certificate to prove that he—” Though poor (y/n) got cut off by Allmight proclaiming “You know how guys at pools like to suck in their muscles and flex at the same time?” The flaxen haired male then said “I’m kind of like that…” which did nothing to soothe the teenager’s shock.

“What! No! Allmight isn’t some scrawny—old—depressed looking human being!” Oh boy, your owner was as stubborn as an old mule.

“Izuku, stop what your—” Again, (y/n) was cut off by another person, “All Might’s is a hero with a fearless grin who beats every obstacle!”

“Kid, there’s plenty of fear behind a smile. Don’t be fooled.” The rustling of a white shirt caught the attention of the demon and human alike. And what it revealed…well…it was pretty nauseating.

“Pretty gross, isn’t it?”

The merged sickening stitching of skin pulled together in a makeshift attempt to preserve as the hero’s body, at the epicentre of the wound was a thick encircled glob of pink that seemed to allow an abundance of conjoined violet speckles to extend outwards in an attempt to infect the rest of his body.

“I got this in a fight around five years ago.” Relaxing his body, and moving the shirt downwards, the hero continued, “My respiratory system was destroyed, I lost my stomach, and the rest is history.” Even if his shitty joke didn’t lift the depressing tone of reality, all Izuku could do is stand there in shock—maybe a tad bit of horror— however he would’ve never thought that the one and only top hero of Japan had an injury!

(Izuku’s naïve thinking always rubbed his demon the wrong way sometimes.)

“W-wait! Does that mean Toxic Chainsaw gave you this injury!” Chuckling and turning his glance to the side, All Might shook his head. “I’m impressed, you know your stuff- however, that punk couldn’t land a couple hits on me, even if they wanted to.” “Most of the world wouldn’t have known about this fight, regardless of how much you dug through any news articles.”

(And most of the world would’ve never known about the deadly purple miasma growing on their precious hero’s body.) .

“This job isn’t easy, and to be nice—” At least Izuku would listen to All Might, whereas he ignored you at least 50% of the time, “—I think you would be better off picking a better profession, like a Police officer!”

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“I mean he is right…” (Y/n) said to Izuku, as they continued their trek back home, with the boy loathful to agree at the red mist’s statement.

“Heroism isn’t easy.” Maybe he should give up his dream?

“You saw how disgusting his wound was.” He could be horribly injuried like All Might if he tries. “It’s practically oozing with miasma.” But Izuku can’t bring himself to give up his dream.

And if Izuku ever asked you to give up your dream of freedom, you would answer back with defiance.

“I know it isn’t easy (y/n).”

“I know I could die or get a wound like that.”

“But I’m not giving up on my dream, if you aren’t going to give up on yours.”

Alas, the gloriously golden sun highlighted the features of the old dusk that was soon turning into their new dawn.

(And might I say, if society got in their way, they will pay their dues the hard way.)

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peppersonironi · 3 years

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Duke Thomas VS The "Good Child" Stereotype Chapter 2

Next chapter for my Duke Thomas Big Bang fic is up!

(Once again, a hearty thank you to my betas @queerbutstillhereand @theycallme-ook)

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It was four am on a Friday morning, a week after Duke had decided he’d had enough of Bruce’s - and the other’s - incorrect opinion of him.

It was so early in the morning, that the main group of bats had been trickling back from patrol over the past hour or so. Stephanie and Cassandra had arrived first, followed by Jason ten minutes later. Then Tim had gotten back from his route with Harper, and Kate and Bette had stopped by for a bit (but eventually left for their own homes). Dick came home next, and Bruce had returned last with Damian.

Everyone was in varying states of winding down, with Stephanie at one end of the spectrum wearing silk pajamas, a fluffy robe which Duke was sixty-seven percent sure was Bruce’s, and bright pink bunny slippers Duke was positive were Dick’s. On the other side, Bruce hadn’t even pulled off his cowl, and was sitting down in front of the Batcomputer to work on a case.

Though Duke thought that Tim deserved his own category, dressed in a strange combination of disco track suit and kevlar body armor, and was hunched over three cans of energy drinks and a quart jug filled with espresso shots.

Duke leaned down to double check that his boots were laced up - one time he hadn’t, and had then proceeded to trip and fall into a garbage pile. Not. Fun.

He looked up, however, when Bruce clicked open a case file. So did everyone else, as if drawn by some invisible force.

They all clearly saw as Bruce hovered his mouse over a link which had been typed in sometime while the big bat had been away. The only hint to what it could be was the note reading “New Evidence.”

Bruce grunted in what for anyone else would be an exclamation of curiosity and went to click the link.

Which clearly went to YouTube.

In unison, all the bats’ eyes widened in realization. You see, in a family such as this one, pranks abounded. So they all had painstakingly memorized that series of letters and numbers.

They all knew what it meant.

Suddenly, the Batcave lit up with the dancing form of one Rick Astley. It was everywhere. On the several large monitors that made up the Batcomputer. The various screens spread across the caves. Everyone’s phones somehow were affected. As well as the X-Ray machine in the med bay, which was showing a skeleton dancing.

Bruce jumped up, rage full on his face. “Who did this? Make it stop!”

No one answered, all too frozen in shock at what had happened.

“Who…” Dick whispered from beside Jason, “Who would be that brave?”

“Yeah,” Jason whispered back, “Rick Rolls were banned at the 2015 family reunion after you played it two hundred and thirteen times in a row.”

Dick grinned, “those were good times.”

The two eldest boys began to bicker, Jason complaining that Rick Rolls were a part of the war crimes banned by the Geneva Convention, and Dick saying he “liked it: so there.”

Meanwhile, the song was reaching the chorus, and the other bats finally began to react. The three girls were dancing on top of exercise equipment, popping bottles of sparkling cider - or was that champagne? For their own sakes, they should hope it’s the former - they had pulled out of what seemed to be thin air.

Damian was in the corner, trying to get Titus to dance to the music - though he glanced around every so often to make sure that no one was noticing his moment of fun.

Tim was still nursing his collection of drinks like an alcoholic nursed a bottle.

Bruce was practically foaming at the mouth by that point.

“This is NOT FUNNY!”

That, of course, made everyone just start laughing harder. In the corner, Steph started to do the macarena completely off-tempo from the music. Cass seemed to be chugging the cider that Harper was pouring into her mouth.

Just then the holographic training simulations lit up, and Rick Astly began making his way across the cave, dancing all the way.

Bruce glared up at the semi transparent form of the singer, as if trying to force him into submission.

“T-pose to assert dominance!” Jason called, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“Yeah, that’ll totally work, B! Trust us!” Dick called as well.

Bruce took a moment to turn his head and glare at the two former Robins, who only smiled like the angels they clearly thought they were.

The image was not aided by the two giant stuffed swordfish just pulled from Jason’s utility belt.

“En guarde!” He cried, and tossed the one in his left hand at Damian, who had been trying to reassure his dog that the giant man wasn’t real.

The thirteen year old screeched, but caught the four foot long fish by its fin.

“This is animal abuse!” He cried.

“It’s not abuse if it’s dead!” Jason countered, and attacked the youngest bat with a passion.

As the duel progressed, Cassandra tried to raise her hand and gurgle out a bet on who would win, but began to choke on the liquid.

Harper cursed as she tossed away the sixth bottle of cider and tried to give Cass the heimlich maneuver.

Dick, meanwhile, pressed a button on one of the many consoles spread around the cave, and several stripper poles came out of hidden storage via hydraulics. He grabbed the nearest one, and began to dance.

“I THOUGHT I DISABLED THOSE?!” Bruce bellowed, as Dick began a twirl.

Stephanie, however, didn’t seem nearly as dismayed at the sight of the poles. She herself smacked a button next to her, and several disco balls dropped down from among the stalactites to join the fun. She then began to morph her macarena into an epic macarena. A few flips here, and a few pantomiming choking your enemies there. And a whole lot of randomly throwing glitter bombs at, well, everywhere.

But especially at the nearest authority figure.

Damian tripped over a bucket during his fight - apparently left over from Alfred’s earlier cleaning spree - and the soapy liquid spilled across the floor.

But, of course, them being the bats, Alfred didn’t use normal soap.

Huge bubbles began to farm from the liquid, the longest almost three feet in diameter, and rise up to the cave’s ceiling. The suds spread around, eagerly began to mingle with Stephanie’s glitter.

A solitary bubble, relatively small, floated over to Bruce’s head, and popped on one of his cowl’s ears. He was not amused.

*****

Five minutes later, everyone was lined up next to the Batcomputer with heads bowed in either shame or disappointment.

Bruce walked up and down the row, the perfect imitation of a drill sergeant. His glare matched as well.

“This is an outrageous breach of protocol,” he was saying, “the Batcomputer is not a toy, nor something to use for your own amusement. It is a serious tool-”

“Then why’s it called the Batcomputer?”

Bruce froze and whirled on Dick, who had chosen that inopportune moment to speak up.

“Because you were nine years old and saying no to you would have gotten me a meltdown.”

“It seems to me, Bossman,” Stephanie began, tenting her fingers in an attempt to act serious (the effect was strange combined with her bathrobe and slippers) “That you are perfectly happy to let Dick get away with things. But in this situation, with women present, you are strangely cold. This shows blatant sexism on your part and in this essay I will-”

“That’s enough, Stephanie.” Bruce cut off as a round of snorts and giggle erupted from the group of bats.

“You do realise that no one here is going to speak, right?” Jason asked, “You did teach us to resist torture. And - pardon my french, Alfred - but you are no fucking way close to the level of torture I’ve gone through. Namely waking up to Batcow sitting on top of me.”

“Are you commenting on her weight?” Damian demanded, glaring daggers at Jason.

“I said no such thing.”

“ Boys .” Bruce demanded, rubbing his temples. “Jason is right - not about Batcow’s weight - but I’m not going to get any of you to talk willingly.” He paused and made eye contact with every single bat present, trying to reach into their souls.

“Therefore,” he continued slowly, “I’m giving you one last chance. Otherwise: No one gets cookies from Alfred for two months. ”

The shock was immediate. Alfred’s cookies, of all kinds, were worth more than gold in the Manor. The ability to not have them? And for two months? Bruce truly was a cruel hearted tyrant if he was willing to go to such lengths.

Duke gulped.

“Fine, then.” Bruce said simply when no one answered. “I guess we’ll just have to check the security footage of the Cave.”

Why didn’t Bruce think of that earlier? He clearly wasn’t trying to give the kids an easy way out.

Bruce stalked over to the computer and began to furiously type at the keys, pulling up the footage for the past few days. The group watched in a tense silence as Bruce rifled through the multiple recordings, searching for the culprit.

“AHA!” Bruce grunted, upon finding a specific time stamp. There was a figure emerging from the shadows. He paused and then slowed down the video so they could all see who it was.

There were several gasps as the figure came into the light, looked around, and made his way to the computer. They had shown their face, not even bothering to hide.

Everyone whirled to Duke, then back to the screen.

“No way,” Harper whispered under her breath.

Because the person on the footage, who was now adding the link to the case file and hooking up bluetooth speakers, was Duke Thomas himself.

Bruce’s eye twitched.

There was a general consensus among the resident vigilantes in the cave at that time: Duke wasn’t going to live to tell the tale.

Duke felt uneasy under their scrutiny, unsure of what to do. This was his plan, after all. To be seen differently. But so far the lack of accusations or uproarious debate was disconcerting.

He looked up at Bruce, awaiting his reaction. Bruce didn’t meet Duke’s eyes.

“Hrn,” he grumbled angrily instead and whirled on Tim. Said teenager was barely standing up straight - well, he was leaning on Steph heavily - and blinked wearily around the cave. He didn’t seem to understand what was going on.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed for a long moment before he whipped around and furiously began to mess with the playback settings on the footage. Everyone stood still, not daring to move while Bruce grumbled under his breath.

Finally Bruce straightened and pointed dramatically toward the screen.

“There,” he grunted out, and everyone subconsciously leaned a little bit forward.

They didn’t see anything different from before, though Bruce’s finger did bring their attention to one of the bats that flew across the upper left hand corner. A few seconds of footage later, and yet another bat flew across in a similar pattern. Not exactly the same, so it wasn’t really out of the ordinary. Lord knows the bats would randomly fly out and into their hair much more than necessary.

“Note how the figure is disturbed when each bat flies across the screen,” Bruce said in the same voice he used when talking about a case - cold, impersonal, and yet like he was giving a college lecture.

No one spoke, not really sure what to say. I mean, what was the correct course of action when your father figure suddenly refuses to accept reality, and is grasping at the most unlikely of straws?

“I know this technique anywhere,” Bruce said more to himself than the line of vigilantes. He turned, completely passing over Duke, and set his sights on Tim.

“Timothy Jackson Drake,” Bruce growled, stalking forward, “What possessed you to doctor this footage?”

Tim didn’t respond, only mumbled incoherently and leaned onto Steph some more.

Bruce was furious, bearing his teeth as he spat out his response: “Now is not the time to use the anti-torture training I’ve given you.”

Tim nodded slowly and draped his arm on top of Stephanie’s head.

“You should know better than this,” Bruce began, “pranks are strictly forbidden in the cave, as you very well know. And in addition, I taught you better at framing than this. You choose a victim that could actually be considered as a suspect. Trying to pin the blame on Duke was your undoing - he would never do something like this.”

Duke cringed slightly, as the rest of the bats glanced Duke’s way. All were a mix of confusion and awe.

This … was not how this was supposed to go. No, screw that. That was an outrageous understatement. Things ‘not going according to plan’ would have been Jason randomly blaming Harper for the mess on no grounds - or maybe Bruce not bothering to check the cameras, opting instead to just ground everyone.

But blatantly ignoring evidence and then lecturing someone completely unrelated? No, this was too much. It couldn’t be real. This was some kind of scare-tactic wasn’t it? Duke was too much of an adrenaline junkie to be bothered by the usual ‘hanging upside down over a busy road’ schtick.

But then Bruce moves on to possible culprits Tim could have chosen instead - did he seriously think that Ra’s Al Ghul would Rick Roll them?! - and Duke lost hope.

“Uhh, Bruce?” Duke asked after the ten minute mark.

The Dark Knight turned and faced Duke.

Duke scratched the back of his neck. “Do you think I could head out for patrol now? It’s getting light out, and since you’ve clearly got this covered… I thought I could scoot out?”

Bruce was nodding before the end of Duke’s request. “Yes, go. I’ll deal with Tim. You don’t need to worry - you won’t be blamed. It clearly wasn’t your fault.”

Duke nodded slowly, and covered his disappointment with a small smirk. “Thanks, B.”

He jogged over to the edge of the platform and dropped down beside his Signal-Cycle. A routine mounting, a quick putting on of his helmet, and he was off.

Duke was scowling as he left, wondering what on earth had gone wrong.

*****

“Did you see that smirk?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Did he blame Tim on purpose?”

“How, though? To make such a tactical move -”

“It would have taken a shit ton of planning.”

“Can we get back on the fact that Bruce was fooled?”

“Or who fooled him?!”

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