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slashify · 1 year

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We all love tattoo artist Eddie, but consider tattoo artist Steve.

He has an American Robin perched on a trumpet on his bicep for Robin. He gave her a brightly colored ice cream cone on her shoulder in different shades of pink. She rambled about cultural tattoos and the history of tattoos in America when she wasn’t bitching at him (‘Ow! For the love of all that is holy, Dingus!’ ‘Do you need a break?’) the whole time he was doing it.

He finds one of the kids (Max) attempting a stick n poke and gathers them all around for a lecture on safety and cleanliness. He promises the kids he’ll tattoo them for free when they’re old enough.

He and Will have art sessions where they’ll pick a subject and draw it traditionally and then Steve gives him pointers on how he would make the design better for tattooing. Will ends up apprenticing with Steve when he turns 18.

Steve still wears blue jeans and polos. His work is good enough that his customers don’t give a shit how he dresses.

He’s compassionate about coverups. He knows what it’s like to have changed so much that who you once were doesn’t fit anymore.

He’s very versatile, switching between outlines, black and grey shading, subtle highlights, and bold coloring with ease. He can do cartoon work as well as he can do realistic plants, or big cats, or lettering (he checks the spelling five or more times. He’s never messed up, but it’s one of his biggest fears). He has a whole list of referrals from people who like how he does scales. He’s lost count of how many fish, dragons, and snakes he’s done. He’s comfortable with a lot of styles, but he doesn’t do portraits. When Will starts at the shop he excels at portraits. Steve’s happy he’s found his niche.

Steve’s at a tattoo expo to network and check out new techniques when he finds himself stopping to watch an artist doing a tattoo of a demon. The artist has long, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a grin like sunshine, and manages to make something grotesque and beautiful at the same time. Steve checks out the guy’s portfolio and sees a lot of fantasy stuff, dragons and wizards and a familiar looking set of dice, and he knows he has to go grab Will from the food court.

#steveddie #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #tattoo artist Steve Harrington #I am not a tattoo artist #it’s a subject I’m interested in #but I am by no means an expert #please excuse any terminology or logistics that don’t make sense #I wanted to have Eddie doing biomechanical tattoos #and I feel like Steve would have a glow in the dark one but would hate anyone else getting one bc potential ink allergy #but I wanted to keep the time period ambiguous and I have no idea when some of these styles and techniques came to be #although I also doubt they had tattoo expos back then

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queenie-the-court-jester · 1 month

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Cult of the sacrificial lamb ♡

a/n: there is no actual lamb cult, I just like the title 😭 nsfw, mentioning their cock and titty sizes lmao

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★poka and juniper the Valais black nose's: the twins are inseparable. You need to bathe one but it's not the other's bath time yet? Suck it up then, 'cause they're both going in the tub now. No guarantee you won't get splashed with water. Poka is colorblind, and juniper is.. interesting. Who knows what's wrong her. The only way you can tell the difference between them is through their eyes. Who's blind and who isn't.

Physical appearance: they're both dark skinned with loosely curly black hair. At this point you should give them a haircut. Juniper has green eyes and poka has blue eyes. Juniper is 130 lbs, while poka is 120 lbs. (Juni's packing some pretty big milkers, DD cup bra. Poka got a 6 incher) 5'5

★violet the harri: violet is a little violent. Her name suits her. Kinda. You could be busy doing your chores and she'd tackle whoever decided to come within a 15 foot radius of your location. She likes to bite too, they out multiple muzzles on her only for her to chew through them. She's only ever docile with you, kinda. Just ignore the multiple bite marks around your arms.

Physical appearance: B cup, 140lbs, white long hair, pale as fuck, and violet eyes, 5'3

★azucar the Columbia sheep: I was hesitant to put azucar here since she's 17, legally a minor. I won't do any nsfw content with her because it makes me uncomfy. She can be the sweetest hybrid you ever met or the meanest. No in-between. Her moods flip like a light switch, unpredictable. She'll cuss you out in Spanish and then t-bag you. Talk about a hormonal teenager

Physical appearance: c cup, 137 lbs, curly white hair, pale skin, black eyes, 5'4

★wehrner the American black belly: he has daddy vibes, like he could bend you over his knee and spank your ass because you didn't address him as 'sir'. Bastard. You often catch him shamelessly fapping behind a tree in the fields, even when you freeze and stare at his impressive dick he doesn't stop, instead, inviting you to join him. And that's the story of how he got the cone of shame.

Appearance: 8 incher, 150 lbs, 5'7, long black and brown hair, grey eyes, peach skin, large horns curled around his ears

★Sally the angora goat: 'it's earthworm Sally! Carrying diseases from Florida to Cali!' That is her theme song fr. She's been fooling around with the neighboring farm's ram's so much you doubt she isn't carrying a couple STDs and maybe rabies too. Although she is very bubbly and cheerful, she just starts so much unnecessary drama with the other animals

Appearance: curly long white hair, pale skin, red eyes, D cup, 120 lbs, 5'6

★opal the Tennessee fainting goat: she's so tiny, and mean. She bit your ass and chest so many times you're always looking around your surroundings before entering the fields. Although recently you discovered a rather popular way to stun her and run away

Appearance: black straight hair (I bet she has split ends), peach colored skin, tiny horns on her head, 90 lbs, 4'10, A cup

★sasha the Australian cashmere goat: Sasha is quiet and stoic, but she doesn't hesitate to step in Incase somebody wants to start a fight. She's Kim's second favorite female (you're the first ofcourse)

Appearance: fluffy platinum blonde hair, pale skin, black eyes, small horns sprout from her head, B cup, 152 lbs, 5'9

★kim the dutch landrace goat: Kim can either be your angle or your debil. Yes that misspelling was intentional. More than once has he tried humping you, even convincing the girls to try and help him, except you keep running away. STOP RUNNING AWAY. Is it so bad he wants to impregnate you with his children!?

Appearance: long silky black-blond hair, bro is ripped, large horns curl around his head, 160 lbs, 5'11, 7 incher

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melanieph321 · 4 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - City Girls Part 1/8

Yeah, this request from wattpad was too good to ignore. 😮‍💨

I'm prioritizing it above all else

Reader plays for the Man City girls academy. She struggles a bit but gets Ruben to mentor her. The the two don't hit it off despite having many things in common. It all gets worse when Reader eventually catches feelings for Ruben.

Enjoy!

Leaving home wasn't easy, but preventing yourself from going back home was the real torture. You asked god, "Why does somthing I love bring me so much torture?" God did not answer your nightly prayers. You had come to learn that God often left your messages on read.

"Y/N, don't dribble so much, pass the ball!"

Your family pushed you to move to England. Now you're living there in a one bedroom apartment, shared with another academy girl named Ester.

"Y/N, don't run pass the defender! DON'T RUN PASS THE DEFENDER!"

Ester is from Germany, the grey weather in Manchester did not bother her. You, however, missed the white beaches of Rio de Janeiro. You missed your home country, Brazil. You missed your family, your Mãe e Pai. Your brothers and your sister. You missed them all.

"What did I tell you about dribbling passed the defenders? You can't do that in the Super League. Passing the ball to your teammates is better. Do you understand?"

You nodded your head, although coach did not make any sense. Dribbling the ball is always better. Dribbling is what Neymar does. You want to be like Neymar.

"What am I going to do with you?" Coach sighed. For him there was a clear communication barrier. Your English wasn't that good but when it came to football you understood the way: score goals and win. Isso é tudo.

"Y/N, you wait here. There is someone I would like for you to meet."

Coach left you on the field with Manchester City's U21 stepping onto the grass, warming up ahead of their training session. You found a ball and started kicking it. One kick turned into two, two kicks turned into a swift dribbling session. Once you caught the attention of the academy boys and their head coach, they had no reason not to let you play with them.

"You see lad's, that's how I want you to do it. Glue the boll to your feet." Their head coach used you as an example. He had you running up and down the field, between cones as well as the young players. All they could do was watch and learn.

"Y/N!"

Your session with the academy boy's came to and end once coach returned to the field. He stood on the sidelines waving you over. He was accompanied by a man, tall and braud shoulders, his arms folded before him like a man in charge. He wore the Manchester City players training kit, however, you had never seen the man before.

"Y/N, meet Ruben Dias. Ruben, this is Y/N, our new star player all the way from Rio de Janeiro."

"Ótimo, outro aspirante." (Another wannabe) You chuckled.

The man raised a brow, but couldn't possibly have...

"Y/N, struggles a bit during practice." Coach said. "The languages barrier makes it hard for me to instruct her what to do. I thought if the three of us worked together she might find a good rhythm here at Manchester City."

The man beside coach didn't nod at what was being said to him. He kept his eyes on you, examining you, judging you. "I'll see what I can do." He said, his deep voice startling you.

"Great!" Coach turned to you, a braud smile on his lips. "Did you here that Y/N, if you ever need anything don't hesitate to ask Ruben. You'll find him in the main building with the first team."

Coach made you and Ruben shake hands before you were allowed to hit the showers. You returned home with wet hair since leaving it to air dry was the only way to tame your curls.

"Look at you, you made it home!" Ester, your roommate, exclaimed. She stood in the kitchen, hovering over a steaming pot. "I thought you got lost again." She invited you to taste whatever she was cooking.

"What is it?" You frowned. You leaned over to look into the pot. However, the smell flaring up your nostrils was no good.

"Rindergulasch."

"Perdão?" (Pardon?)

"Rindergulasch? It's like a beef stew."

You curled your lip, you stomach having ached for nothing.

"Come on, try it. You'll love it."

You tried it and didn't love it. However you were too tired to cook for yourself. You and Ester settled down on the couch before the TV. The pullout couch that was also your bed.

"Coach held you back after training again. What did you do now?" Ester asked.

"No dribbling." Yku said, between a spoon full of gulasch.

"I told you. It's not really how they play the game in England."

"In Germany?" You asked, to which Ester shook her head. "I don't think any team in Europe play the game like that, at least not the way they do it in Brazil."

If this was the case, perhaps England wasn't for you? You went to bed that night praying. You prayed whenever there was something on your mind, something disrupting it. "God, they don't play football here the way we play it in Brazil, the way I want to play it. Does this mean I should go back home? Was today a sign that I should move back home?"

Once again, God didn't answer. He must be too busy. You got up from the floor, where you previously sat with your hands clasped before you, elbows resting on the bed. You went to sleep that night dreaming of football and gulasch, an odd combination.

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst

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nonuggetshere · 4 months

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(ID start: A species reference sheet for a fan interpretation of a wyrm from Hollow Knight. The animal in the picture is long and snake-like with sharp layered scales in the rows of three, vaguely resembling a pinecone in appearance. It has a cone-shapes muzzle that tappers in the end split into 6 sections, between each section there's an eye further up the head, 6 eyes total. It has two tiny front arms further down its body and multiple sets of hind legs resembling these of a centipede running from lower part of its body all the way to the tip of its tail. It's brown with its belly being a lighter shade, with light green eyes, pinkish eyelids and lips, and cream claws. On the top left corner of the picture there's text that reads: "Common Wyrm. Climate: Highly adaptable, but does best in arid and temperate climates. Diet: Carnivore." On the right side of the wyrm's head there's a close-up of the eye, showing its slightly milky colour and a white pupil, next to it the text reads: "Functionally blind, can only see light and vague shapes". In the middle top section of the picture there's a diagram showing the wyrm's mouth in more detail. On the left, a picture shows its mouth closed and where the hard armouring of its body ends and soft flesh of its lips and eyelids begins. On the right, a picture of its mouth open shows the different parts of its jaws, the front jaws split into 6 ections with large front facing teeth used for digging and fighting and its lips drawn back to reveal them, inside the larger jaw is a smaller set of mandibles split into 4 sections used for eating. In the top right corner is a black silhouette of the wyrm, The Hollow Knight and The Knight, the text reads: "Size comparison to the Pure Vessel and The Knight". The Hollow Knight/Pure Vessel reaches the wyrm's lower chest, while The Knight is roughly the size of the wyrm's forearm. On the right side of the picture there are close ups of the wyrm's front and hind limbs. The one labelled "Front paws" shows its stubby, segmented paw with 5 fingers and long, sharp claws. The one labelled "Hind legs" shows a one-clawed segmented leg resembling that of a centipede. Right below the wyrm, in the middle bottom part of the picture, there's text that reads: "Many hind legs, good for holding (prey, courting and brood rearing)". End ID.)

FREE BASE

Pinecone looking ass

I originally wanted to just make every sub-species of wyrm I came up with and post them all at once but then I started drawing the different morphs and realises I couldn't do that LMAO

Also my toxic trait is forgetting to post my art here if I don't so it immediately after finishing it💜

More info + different morphs under the cut

(ID: A picture depicting 4 wyrms, text on the top of the picture reads: "Common Wyrm morphs". Text in the middle reads: "(more saturated colours and very dark/light colours are rare)". The first wyrm, labelled "Solid", is a solid sandy colour with subtle darker gradient on the head, tail and back, green eyes, light pink lips and eyelids, and cream claws. The second wyrm, labelled "Two-tone", is a dusty brown colour with a lighter brown underbelly, a more visible dark gradient on its head, back and tail, amber eyes, dark pink lips and eyelids, and dark grey claws. The third wyrm, labelled "Point", is a pink colour that slowly turns into dark brown further up its head and down its tail, with yellow eyes, warm pink lips and eyelids the same colour as its main body, and brown-ish grey claws. The forth wyrm, labelled "Horizontal stripes", is a dusty, dark brown colour with a dark brown stripe running down its side, black thin stripes run down its body, one along its back and two on either side of the large brown stripe, it has green eyes, dark pink flesh and grey claws. End ID.)

(ID: A picture depicting 4 wyrms, text on the top of the picture reads: "Common Wyrm morphs". Text in the middle reads: "(more saturated colours and very dark/light colours are rare)". The first wyrm, labelled "White back", is a vibrant orange colour that turns lighter on its head, a black stripe running on the side of its body and a creamy white back, with dark pink flesh, light grey eyes and light greyish cream claws. The second wyrm, labelled "Stripped point", is a vibrant yellow colour that turns brownish gold on its head and tail, stripped front paws and a stripped head, a brown stripe that runs down its side and gets lighter further down its body, cutting off at its front paws and beginning again from their hind legs and running all the way down the rest of its body, getting darker again at the tip of its tail, it has hazel eyes, redish flesh and dark grey claws. The third wyrm, labelled "Two-toned point-stripe", has a greenish-grey body that gets darker and more red at the head and tail, and the same pattern as the last wyrm but with a cream underbelly, it has green eyes, light pink flesh and dark grey claws. The fourth wyrm, labelled "Vertical stripes", is a light sandy wyrm whose colour gets more vibrant and orange further up its head with a thin orange stripe running down its back, one short black stripe on the side of its head, one black stripe on the top of its head and wide black horizontal stripes running all down its body that get lighter and more orange-brown the further down they go, eventually blending into the same colour as the stripe on its back, with its front two paws completely black, light green eyes, dark pink flesh and black claws. End ID.)

(ID: A picture depicting 4 wyrms, text on the top of the picture reads: "Common Wyrm morphs". Text in the middle reads: "(more saturated colours and very dark/light colours are rare)". The first wyrm, labelled "Three-tone", is a greyish brown colour, with a grey underbelly and a dark brown wide stripe running down its back, orangeish red flesh, light grey eyes and cream claws. The second wyrm, labelled "Rosette", is a green-ish brown colour with an orange muzzle and tail, the top of its head is dark and turns into a blurry stripe running down its back, there are 8 large dark blotches running down its back starting from just behind its head with each one having a lighter yellow colour inside it that turns more orange the further down the body the blotches are, it has yellow stripes around its greenish yellow eyes, warm reddish pink flesh and dark grey claws. The third wyrm, labelled "Dorsal stripe", is a light pink colour that gets slightly darker on the back with a dusty pink thin stripe running down its back, redish light pink flesh, dark grey eyes and black claws. The fourth wyrm, labelled "Masked", is a dark dusty yellow colour with darker muzzle and tail, and brown stripes on its head and over its eyes, with the stripes on the top eyes link together with a stripe on its head and neck forming a sort of mask marking, many thin vertical stripes run down its body swapping between dark and lighter brown colours, it has dark green/light green heterochromia, dark pink flesh and black claws. End ID.)

(ID: A picture depicting 4 wyrms, text on the top of the picture reads: "Common Wyrm morphs". Text in the middle reads: "(more saturated colours and very dark/light colours are rare)". The first wyrm, labelled "Leucistic", is a white colour with darker cream head, back and tail, pink flesh, dark brown eyes and dark grey claws. The second wyrm, labelled "Albino", is completely white with light pink flesh, light blue eyes and white claws. The third wyrm, labelled "Melanistic", is black with blue and red undertones, dark reddish pink flesh, dark brown eyes and black claws. The fourth wyrm, labelled "Piebald", is majority white with five blotches of colour on its body, one on the head, one on the tip of its tail and three down its back, the blotches are the same pattern and colour as "Horizontal stripes" morph but lighter, with yellow/blue heterochromia with the blue eye over the white blotch on the lower part of its head, dusty pink flesh and white and dusty dark cream claws. End ID.)

So here they are!

They're mostly Earthy and pink tones, with their eye colours ranging from green to orange with different saturation and hue - including grey and almost white and black eyes. Blue are mostly only possible when there's white over them or some sort of loss of pigment like in albinism. I mostly took inspo from earthworms and hammerhead worms for their markings and colours.

The most common, or at least most recognisable, species of wyrm in my AU. Second largest and highly adptable, these guys dig extensive tunnels spanning kilometres across and deep underground. They're essential to the ecosystem as their old tunnels provide safety for smaller organisms in the harsh wastelands.

They've got 6 eyes, each one between their six front mandibles. When they open them their eyes automatically close, though it isn't a problem as their vision is already poor.

Although they're capable of eating plants they're almost exclusively carnivores, specialising in hunting other colossal prey - including other wyrms. They hunt and fight by holding their prey down using their hind and front limbs and biting them with their powerful jaws.

They're known to be territorial and violent, the kingdoms made by wyrms having a reputation for being very war-focused.

They have litters of 1 to 13 young and are known for being very protective and highly attentive parents, rearing their young until they're old enough to survive on their own.

There was once a time where wyrms and their kingdoms were plenty, but with their rapidly dwindling numbers they're now a rare sight to behold - and wyrm-led kingdoms an even rarer one. Although mostly a solitary species the fear of extinction brought some of them together, and now it's not that unheard of for wyrms to stay in small family groups, with some of them choosing to shed their former bodies to live in larger groups together. These wyrm villages make it easier to find a mate and to find enough food, though because of their inherent territorial nature they're still not that common despite their benefits.

#hollow knight #hollow knight fanart #hollow knight art #wyrm #hk art #hk fanart #hk #hk wyrm #spec bio #spooky arts #faaf au #the base is set as pay what you want but you dont need to pay shit btw #i just set all my bases as that in case anybody wants to leave a tip but its not required #my art

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paperdoll201 · 5 months

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Jordan Teaches Marie How to Drive (stick shift)

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Jordan leaned proudly beside their sleek black Jeep Wrangler parked outside the dorm smoking a cigarette, patiently awaiting Marie's arrival. It was a sunny day today. Perfect weather conditions to drive. Today was the day when Jordan, an expert at handling their manual transmission car, would teach the art of driving a stick shift to Marie.

They were wearing a simple grey tee, black basketball shorts, their iconic chain and pearls resting on their neck, and shades that adorned their eyes. I hope she doesn’t get us killed, they thought taking a drag from their cigarette.

Jordan wanted Marie to start off with an automatic car, it’d be easier for her to learn and easier for their mind to handle. But Marie insisted that Jordan teach her how to drive a stick shift, saying she wanted to drive "cool like Jordan does” or whatever she meant.

Jesus, maybe this wasn’t a good fucking idea. I mean, I can protect myself if she crashes but what about her? Fuck, Imma tell her that she can’t learn manual-

“Jordan! Hey!” Marie jogged towards them. She wore her hair in a bun, a simple strappy tank top, shorts (that were oh so short Jordan smirked to themselves), and a large smile on her face. “Are you ready?” She asked reaching to bring them in a hug.

Jordan tossed their cigarette to the ground, before stepping on it, swishing their feet over it to make sure it was out.

“Speaking of, are you sure you wanna drive a manual?” They asked. “I mean, come on, Mar, automatic is easy. No gear shifts, no stalling—smooth driving the entire time,” they suggested with a hopeful glint in their eye.

Marie placed a hand on her hip, shooting back, "I'll take my chances with the 'fun' version of driving, thank you very much." Her warm-hearted determination was unyielding, and she was adamant about diving into the challenge head-on.

Fun she says Jordan thought to themselves. “Oh my god, she’s gonna get us killed. Fuck my life,” they mumbled to themselves turning towards the car.

“What was that?” Marie asked innocently at them.

“Nothing babe. Get in,” they gestured opening the passenger door for Marie.

Marie raised a brow at this. “I thought I was the one learning how to drive today?” She stood standing by the passenger door.

“Yeah, but there are too many people around campus for me to feel comfortable with you driving us from here. We’re going somewhere you can’t accidentally use someone as a speed bump,” they quipped giving her a pointed glance. “Now get in,” they smacked her butt pushing her into the driver's seat. Marie could only grumble a simple fine knowing that Jordan was right.

Jordan skillfully drove them to the empty trucking lot, an area without of any traffic, bystanders, or witnesses. Perfect for someone who’s just learning how to drive. Once they reached the empty area, Jordan parked the car and turned to Marie.

"Alright sweetheart, your time to shine," Jordan announced, grinning mischievously as they hopped out of the driver's seat, leaving the position vacant for Marie.

They opened the back seat pulling out cones and a “Please Be Patient: Student Driver Sticker.” They took the stick slapping it on the back of the Jeep and putting the stacked cones off to the side, planning to use them later.

“Do you really have to put the sticker on the back of the car?” Marie groaned embarrassed noticing the sticker.

Jordan shrugged. “Well, that’s what you are. We wouldn’t want to lie to the world now would we?” They smiled at her. “Now we’re gonna start with the basics. We’re not moving until you know where every button is, and how to use your windshield wipers versus your turn signals. The difference between your clutch, brake, and gas pedals. How to use your shifter-“

“That’s a fucking lot,” Marie groaned in disappointment. She wanted to get on the road immediately.

“You’re the one who wanted to learn manual so here we are, learning manual,” Jordan responded simply. Now get in the driver's seat and stop moping.” They finished with a swift smack to Marie's ass.

“You gotta stop doing that,” Marie laughed hopping into the driver's seat.

“Sorry, not sorry. It’s a reflex. Whenever I see your ass I just gotta smack it, you know?” They gleamed at her following her to the driver's side. “Alright,” Jordan leaned into the driver's seat where Marie sat patiently.

Jordan gestured toward the center console of the Jeep, pointing to the shifter. “See this stick right here?" They explained, "This is the shifter. You'll use this to select the gear you want. Reverse, Neutral, 1st gear, 2nd gear, and so on. It's like a manual control for the transmission."

Marie leaned in, nodding attentively. "Got it, the shifter."

"And here," Jordan continued, shifting their focus to the pedals. "This pedal on the far left is the clutch pedal." They pointed to the left side near the floorboard. "You'll use your left foot for the clutch. It connects the engine to the transmission. Up position, connected. Down position, not connected."

Marie looked down at the pedals, nodding to indicate her understanding. "Clutch got it."

“I know that last part made no sense to you Marie. It’s alright, It will make more sense once we get you driving,” Marie laughed a little, embarrassed that Jordan was able to read her so well.

"And lastly," Jordan added, pointing out the parking brake lever situated between the seats. "This is the parking brake, sometimes called the handbrake. It's not the same as the regular brake pedal. This keeps the vehicle from rolling when parked, especially if it's in neutral. It's essential when the engine is off."

Marie looked at the parking brake and gave a nod. "Parking brake. Check."

"Alright, let's do a quick rundown again," Jordan said, checking in on Marie's understanding. "Shifter for the gears, clutch for engine-to-transmission connection, and parking brake for keeping the car still when parked. Clutch, brake, accelerator. Left to right, C-B-A. Ready to give it a try?" They looked at Marie.

Marie nodded confidently. "I think I'm ready!”

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"Now, about the clutch," Jordan continued, pointing to the pedal on the left this time sitting in the passenger seat. "It's different from the gas and brake. It disengages the engine from the wheels, allowing you to switch gears smoothly. Before you change gears, press the clutch down." They explained, "And it's a good time to get the feel of slowly releasing it."

Marie glanced at the pedal and nodded attentively. "Clutch to switch gears. Got it."

"And when the gearstick is in the middle position, and/or the clutch pedal is fully depressed, the vehicle is considered out of gear," Jordan elaborated. "Remember, don't try shifting gears without pressing the clutch. It won't work."

"Alright, Marie," Jordan said, hands resting on the gearstick, ready to assist. "Press the clutch all the way down with your left foot and move the gearstick into first gear."

Marie followed Jordan's instructions, feeling the unfamiliar resistance of the gearstick as she maneuvered it into position. She cautiously released the clutch while gently pressing the accelerator.

The engine grumbled and the car jerked slightly before lurching forward.

"Good girl,” Jordan encouraged. "Now, slowly lift your foot from the clutch pedal."

Marie's focus was intense as she carefully released the clutch, feeling the tension in the pedal and the gradual engagement of the gears. The car began to move more smoothly, and Marie let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"You're doing great," Jordan said, observing her, ready to jump in if they have to. "Now, try to pick up a bit of speed. As you accelerate, you’re probably gonna need to shift to a higher gear."

Feeling a bit more confident, Marie gradually increased the pressure on the accelerator, feeling the car pick up speed. Jordan guided her through shifting gears, explaining the process as she gained momentum.

As Marie gained a better understanding of the coordination between the clutch and accelerator, she became more comfortable. She practiced moving forward and backward in the empty lot, getting a feel for the gears and the car's responses.

With each attempt, Marie's movements grew smoother, and she managed to drive the car in a straight line without stalling.

“Alright babe, that was really good. Park the car and let me set up the cones,” Jordan looked over at Marie, giving her an affectionate squeeze to her thighs.

They got out and quickly set up some cones, creating a makeshift course for Marie to practice steering around.

"All right, Mar. This is your Formula 1 racetrack Jordan announced, strolling back to Marie. "The idea is to drive smoothly through these cones, maintaining a steady pace and keeping an eye on the steering. It's all about precision and control."

Marie nodded, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"Now remember," Jordan reminded her, "start at a slow speed. Keep your eyes forward and steer gradually, letting the wheel naturally move through the course. Feel the car's response and adjust your movements whenever you need to.”

Marie took a deep breath, letting the instructions sink in as she shifted the car into gear. Slowly pressing the accelerator, she inched forward, feeling the car respond to her touch. She focused intently, guiding the vehicle through the path set by the cones.

Jordan stood on the sidelines, offering gentle guidance and encouragement. "You're doing great, Marie! Just a little to the left. Now, keep that speed steady. Nice, gentle turns." Jordan beamed in pride. That’s my girl. They started clapping in encouragement, more excited than Marie right now.

After going around the course a couple more times, Marie pulled to a stop next to Jordan and parked.

“I did it!” Marie exclaimed hopping out of the car into Jordan's awaiting arms. She couldn’t help but pepper kisses all over Jordan’s face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Marie grinned widely, pulling them in for a long kiss.

“That was all you baby! Don’t thank me,” they smiled. “And now, you’re driving back home,” They winked getting into the passenger side of the car once again.

“Wait what?” Marie looked at them nervously. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” She said scratching the back of her neck.

“But you were so eager before,” Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Don’t worry, we’ll take the backroad, you’ll be fine,” They leaned across to kiss her. “It’s finally my time to be the sexy passenger princess,” they teased, throwing an arm behind the driver's seat.

“Be serious,” Marie laughed at that regardless.

With the help of Jordan's guidance and encouraging words, Marie navigated the car along the quiet backroads, taking her time even if she was driving ten under the speed limit. As she cautiously steered through each turn and straightaway, her confidence grew steadily. Jordan sat beside her, offering occasional tips on adjusting the speed and handling the curves. Only once did Jordan have to take over the wheel to avoid them falling in a ditch! Marie sees that as amazing progress.

The surroundings gradually became familiar as they neared the campus. Marie's concentration remained strong, her focus entirely on the road ahead. After a 30-minute drive (she seriously did drive ten under the speed limit, the entire time), they finally made it back to campus, parking Jordan’s car in the garage.

“Woohoo!” Marie jumped out of the car squealing. She did a little dance and Jordan stepped out of the car, watching her appreciately.

“So,” Jordan started moving towards Marie, wrapping their hands around her waist. “What do I get for being such an amazing teacher hm?” They teased her giving her kisses alongside her jaw. They slowly backed her up until she was pressed against the side of the car.

“I can think of a few things,” Marie pretended to ponder, before pulling them in for a long kiss. Their lips moved in sync with one another, both of them moaning in content with the kiss. They grabbed at each other, marking each other with their lips. A tingling sensation spread through her body as they kissed her back passionately.

Their fingers were buried in her hair, holding her head still while they moaned softly into her mouth. They broke off the kiss and they both looked into each other. "How about I just show you my appreciation, hm?" Marie bit her lip mischievously. She grabbed their hand, dragging them from the car.

"Ow! Jordan!" Marie felt a stinging on her ass. That one actually hurt a little this time.

"Sorry," they replied sounding less than sorry. "It's like I told you; a reflex," Jordan smiled shrugging.

#gen v #limoreau #marie moreau #jordan li #jordan li x marie moreau #gen v jordan #marie moreau x jordan li #mariejordan #gen v marie #jordanmarie #she's learning to drive!!!!#cute #limoreau fic

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Working out the details of the different dragon species (races?) for my rewrite, still a lot to work out + I need to actually draw and design them (that's a problem for future me to figure out) but here's some details I've got so far.

General

All dragons are significantly smaller than in canon. From smallest to largest:

Rainwings. 2.5-3ft at the shoulder

Seawings, 2.7-3.5ft at the shoulder

Sandwings, 4-5ft at the shoulder

Nightwings, 4.5-.5.3 at the shoulder

Icewings, 4.5-5.5 at the shoulder

Skywings, 5-6ft at the shoulder

Mudwings, 5.7-6.5 at the shoulder

Females are generally larger than the males - still a matriarchal society because of this.

World is in roughly the bronze age.

Pantalla and its dragons don't exist. The planet is still separated into 2 major continents, but there's a large island chain between them, and the 7 main races are spread across them.

All races have their own language, some more similar than others.

There is no 'universal' language.

All dragons are usually expected to be at least bilingual.

Several languages have similar structures/sounds, which makes communication easier (think Norwegian and Swedish).

Mixed-race dragons are common, and its very normal to see a wide variety in cities and towns.

Each race isn't super distinct and defined like I've detailed below, because of the mixed population, so while they are still distinct, it's not all 'blood-purity' like in canon.

HOWEVER the royalty/upper echelons of society do stick very close to their bases, and see that as a sign of holiness, for lack of a better word.

Skywing

Body and wings covered predominantly by feathers. Exact feather coverage depends on the individual but the lower legs, end of the tail, and wing tips usually feature scales. (imagine a birds wing but replace the primary feather with dragon wings basically)

Wing shape more similar to seagulls and other ocean birds. Built for endurance and long-distance flights over speed.

Feathers and scales usually a reddish-brown colour, with some greys and whites mixed in. (see: golden eagles, bald eagles, haasts eagles, philippine eagles, etc.)

Carnivorous, diet made up of mountain-going ungulates, small mammals, and some fish.

Large front teeth for catching prey. Cone-shaped serrated cheek teeth for tearing flesh.

Long horns, typically narrow and spiraling.

Seawing

Covered in dense feathers similar to penguins, though their wings lack feathers completely.

No gills

Their wings have evolved to be curved and stiff, which allows them to launch out of the water and glide, like flying fish, for up to 500m with good winds.

Can't fly 'normally' outside of this.

their tail is a bit stiffer and ends in a fluke for more powerful swimming.

They're excellent divers, holding their breath for up to an hour, and diving as deep as a kilometer.

Feathers come in shades of blue, grey, green, brown, as well as many having bright accent colours like yellow and red.

Piscivorous, eating mostly fish, as well as squids, octopi, and various crustaceans

Robust front teeth for catching prey and cracking open shells. Hooked and serrated cheek teeth for holding onto prey and moving it down the throat.

Lack horns completely. Instead many individuals have large frills on the cheeks and down the spine.

Sandwing

Minimal feather covering, usually only a 'cape' around their shoulders and down their back.

Usually pale creams and browns, as well as darker shades, with some greys and blacks. Usually fairly solid colours, with some striping/barring.

Wings are broad and long, taking advantage of air columns to soar for hours.

Tail is long and flexible, ending in a stinger filled with paralysing venom.

Omnivores, growing root vegetables and hunting for small mammals and birds, and using their venom to bring down larger prey.

Small conical teeth for chewing smaller prey. Larger canines.

Best sense of smell of all dragons; can track their prey from up to 30km away.

Short horns with some curvature.

Icewing

Second thickest coat of feathers after Seawing's. Similar layout to Skywing's but feathers extend further down legs and tail.

Feathers come in greys and browns, with prominent barring down the whole body.

Thick mane of feathers on neck can stand on end, creating the 'spiky' look.

Wings are a similar shape to sand, but larger. Build for passive soaring.

Omnivores, eating mostly fish, seals, and penguins, but also enjoying various fruits when the season allows.

Large, cone-shaped and serrated teeth for tearing flesh.

Long, sharp horns. Tend to curl back then up. Excellent for stabbing.

Nightwing

Again, similar feather layout to Skywing's, but a bit denser.

Feathers are usually dark greys and browns, as well as black. An individuals scales are typically darker than their feathers.

Have white speckling along their wings, on the feather and skin sections, which gives the illusion of stars.

Wings are a broad elliptical shape, have a velvety fuzz along the skin section, and serrations along the leading edge of the wing. These factors allow them silent flight.

Fully nocturnal, though they may venture out occasionally at sunrise and set.

Carnivores, eating deer, small mammals, birds, and reptiles.

Teeth are cone-shapes and serrated.

Mid-length horns. Tend to curl in a large circle behind the head.

Rainwing

Completely lack feathers, instead covered in colour-changing scales.

Wings are small and elliptical, can be used for slowing their fall, or for sudden bursts of speed (and double-jumping, basically) but are too small for sustained flight.

Large, cobra-like teeth deliver a deadly venom upon a bite. The neurotoxins in the venom causes dizziness, vertigo, and nausea, followed by neuromuscular paralysis, and eventually tissue necrosis. If left untreated, the victim may require amputation of the bitten area. The venom is usually fatal within 30 minutes.

Prehensile tails and short, curved claws, allows them to live an almost fully arboreal lifestyle.

Frugivorous, eating various fruits, vegetables, flowers, nuts, and seeds. Though they may also enjoy the occasional small reptile or insect for some extra protein.

Lack horns. Instead have large frills framing their cheeks.

Mudwing

Completely lack feathers, most of their body being covered in thick, keratinous scales.

Come in shades of brown, greenish-browns, grey, and yellowish-brown.

Large, elliptical wings. Slow in flight, they're primarily terrestrial.

They have the strongest bite-force of all dragons, averaging around 5000psi.

While not truly aquatic, they still rely heavily on water to keep cool in the intense heat of their native habitat. They're powerful swimmers and can hold their breath for up to 5 minutes.

Omnivorous, they'll eat almost anything, though they prefer larger mammals like pigs, as well as crocodiles. They grow a wide range of fruits and vegetables, as well as foraging for native plants.

They have short, powerful teeth able to crush through bone.

Mid-length, thick horns. Usually curled down around the jaw to different levels. Some may curve in different directions.

Claws are large and flat, ideal for digging.

#wing of fire #wof headcanon #wof rewrite #worldbuilding

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katsigian · 1 year

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✧₊∘ 𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘌𝘙 𝘎𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘊 𝘈𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘚 ∘₊✧

(A bit over a year ago, I was tagged in this tag game and when I tried to find the original, I couldn't. All I found were a copy of some of the aesthetics in a server, so I decided to fill it out some. I edited it slightly and added some new things. If anyone knows the original creator of the game or where it began, please let me know so I can put credit.)

𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘢𝘸‧͙⁺˚*☾

I'm going to do this for him <3 my daywalker boy

✧₊∘ 𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘌𝘙 𝘎𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘊 𝘈𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘚 ∘₊✧

∘₊✧ ─────────────────────── ✧₊∘

𝘙𝘜𝘓𝘌𝘚: 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴; 𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘺; 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘺

────── ✧₊∘ 𝘏𝘈𝘜𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘖𝘈𝘙𝘋𝘞𝘈𝘓𝘒

rickety ferris wheels, carnival lights through fog, saltwater taffy and popcorn, tarot card readings, childhood best-friends, thunderstorms over the sea, tear-streaked face paint, chipping animatronics partially submerged in brackish water, ill-fated games of truth or dare, vintage circus posters boasting mermaids and wolf men, underwater caves marked with a skull and crossbones, darts that are a little too sharp, twinkling lights in the dark, distant and ghostly laughter, blue and pink cotton candy, sunburnt shoulders, cherry flavored sno-cones, switchblades tucked into costumes, a bloody trail into an old tent

────── ✧₊∘ 𝘚𝘖𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘠 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘒 𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙

the yellow eye shine of an unseen animal, circling turkey vultures, unnatural fluctuations in the passage of time, daddy long legs in rotting logs, distorted backwards speech through a walkie-talkie, unexplainable antler shrines, coniferous mountain horizons, star-like bonfire sparks whirling in an indigo night, nests of infant barn owls, claw marks in tent fabric, soft and distant howls, unexplained lights darting through trees, clawed footprints in the dirt, bomber jackets and hiking boots, an old and well-used shotgun, thunderstorms that darken the sky, a rusted and reliable truck, the smell of petrichor, a voice calling your name from the trees

────── ✧₊∘ 𝘚𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘕 𝘊𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘠

magnolia blossoms, chipping white porch swings, spanish moss, suffocating humidity, faded photographs of lacy weddings, tire tracks in mud, mausoleum angels, family trees, the yellow-green eyes of alligators, repressed childhood memories bubbling to the surface, broken porcelain dolls, legs covered with mosquito bites, blood promises, crucifixes, barbed wire, dark family secrets, stained white button downs, sweat drops down your spine, marshy swamp lands, weeping willow trees, rusted iron gates, cicadas in the summer, moss covered gravestones with fresh dirt, cursed family jewelry, old patina rosaries, fireflies at dusk

────── ✧₊∘ 𝘙𝘖𝘈𝘋 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘗 𝘉𝘜𝘙𝘕𝘖𝘜𝘛

bloodshot eyes, flickering neon motel signs, aviator sunglasses, magic 8 balls, recurrent dreams of grey aliens, beaded curtains, dusty denim and incense smoke, sepia desert vistas, playlists of 1960s rock songs, coded messages in television static, comets in the night sky, fake ids, gas station snacks, jesus bobble heads, split lips, patchouli, paranoia between friends, ice cold diet coke, ripped jeans and converse, cigarette smoke drifting out of a car window, a 1960's white ford mustang, evergreen air fresheners, thousand yard stares, a gas station attendant who knows too many secrets, something dark following alongside your car, abandoned rest stops, rickety road signs that lead nowhere

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I'm going to tag some pals, but there's zero pressure to share it publicly if you'd rather not <;3 @rindemption @noirapocalypto @uldwynsovs @nuclearstorms @aartyom @devilbrakers @reaperkiller @noonfaerie @halsin @spicyraeman @gelvaan @serenedy @nokstella @cybersmallz @trashkingnyx @strafethesesinners @thefrostyshepard @arcandoria @holofishes @pinkydude @jaymber @saintemarvel @fleetwoodmoth @saevus-brutalis @elvenbeard @baldurians @swanfey @cyberpunkaddict @serenedy

✧₊∘ 𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘌𝘙 𝘎𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘊 𝘈𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘚 ∘₊✧

∘₊✧ ─────────────────────── ✧₊∘

────── ✧₊∘ 𝘏𝘈𝘜𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘖𝘈𝘙𝘋𝘞𝘈𝘓𝘒

────── ✧₊∘ 𝘚𝘖𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘠 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘒 𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙

────── ✧₊∘ 𝘚𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘕 𝘊𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘠

────── ✧₊∘ 𝘙𝘖𝘈𝘋 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘗 𝘉𝘜𝘙𝘕𝘖𝘜𝘛

∘₊✧ ─────────────────────── ✧₊∘

#There's a blank version under the cut for easy copy/pasting #cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk oc #male v #tag game #tag games 💌#⠀- ̗̀ ⸨ 𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔩𝔞𝔴 ⸩⁺☀︎⭒๋#⠀- ̗̀ ⸨ 𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫//𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢 ⸩⁺☀︎⭒๋

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i--antimony · 18 days

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twoweeker tuesday: redux

im really making a trend of two-weekin these huh. gonna try to Not do that bc it makes me way less likely to actually do it lol. speed-posting this before bed (and before the melatonin kicks my ass, i'm trying to reset my sleep sched a bit)

listening: hozier unreal unearth. sammy rae & the friends. leaving this pretty sparse because i don't want to dig back through my history for the past two weeks and that's definitely the bulk of it. some notes from the Release Radar(tm) that i like: good luck, babe! - chappell roan bell - rob blivion waiting. - pater ...all (feat jake clemons, live) - grouplove i had not my hat - tom rosenthal april 8, 2024: the great north american eclipse - sleeping at last (!!!) too sweet - hozier flea - st vincent lil' freak - bbno$

reading: finished the main bit of scum villain! i'm reading the extras now. officially read all three mxtx books

watching: FINISHED SERIAL EXPERIMENTS LAIN. i have so many thoughts. i was in delta-orionis' dms about it a bit but my ass has so many Notes. many thoughts. gnosticism mostly but also the obvious tech-as-extension-of-self throughline. idk it was a very weird show and i definitely need to re-watch it to let it sink in a little more.

playing: no games but a lot of horn! i have an audition tomorrow for the fall's campus ensembles, i am...not super confident about it tbh, unsurprisingly i am not back to where i was pre-pandemic so my upper range and endurance is still really crunchy.

making: i keep forgetting to charge my phone before pottery so it keeps. dying. so i made quite a few new things the past few weeks but no photos of those - i did Crack the Code a bit, so now i can more reliably get things shaped in a conscious way. basically i was sitting too far forward so when i was pulling the walls up i was actually doing it at an angle, if i sit with my nose over the center of the pot it's all *chef kiss* beautiful. anyways here's a few glaze related pics. a lot of disappointment unfortunately.

1. my fucked up teacups. god im so mad about these. they were supposed to be a cool grey-green with a white flower, and matte. it is None Of These Things. idk will get redone. big mad.

2. bowl and mug that both got bubbles because i misread the glaze labels - they're both mayco glazes that are optimized for cone 05, not cone 5, so the both the color is not as good as i thought and also the surface variation is. not great. the bowl is acceptable, it's mirror blue, it went through the kiln again and the bubbles evened out (pic is from before), and plus it's on the outside - i just put plain white on the inside - so it's fine. the mug is a little more problematic. it was green slip sgraffito with evergreen fir over top, and i really love the color effect, but there's some small bubbles along the rim...this glaze was marked as food safe in a way that the mirror blue is Not so i thought it would be fine but. well. i'm hoping nuking it in the kiln again will smooth those out.

3. One Good Thing: trying a new glaze technique! someone in my studio does this gorgeous thing where she paints on flowers with underglaze, then covers them with liquid latex to paint on the background, and finally peels off the latex. it always comes out sooo nice, so when i ordered some more underglaze i went ahead and added liquid latex to cart too :3 this is just the flowers, i will be adding the background tomorrow!

eating: uhhh good cauliflower vegetarian shawarma thing that i refused to make unless we added a can of chickpeas because where in the fuck is the protein. tonight was a miso-butter chicken with radishes that we added potatoes and onions to. both sheetpan recipes so im def a fan of those now.

misc: ouuuugh. augh. oughghghg. i need to be done with homework forever please god. i have like...7? 8? total hws left between my two classes. and then i am Done With Classes. mentally gearing up to do my preliminaries at the end of the summer. not to doxx myself but ouch. basketball yesterday. Pain. the eclipse yesterday WAS unreal. oh my god. i drove to [redacted] very small town about 40 minutes from me and it was perfect. so glad i avoided the Big City, although that's where my roommate and her mom went and apparently the traffic was fine, but i'm definitely glad to have been in a less crowded zone. i get it now. i want to take that feeling i had watching totality and eat it and keep it with me forever. i was with friends. the weather was perfect. it was beautiful.

#tuesdayposting

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jokeringcutio · 1 year

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Alright i just watched a wholesome reels of this

Now here's the plot : Imagine Harrow finally getting better that he doesn't need to stay at the asylum 24/7 anymore, basically allowed to leave and take meds to his home. Now that he got more time with his little family, he decided to bring his daughter and his wife (the reader) to a beach. Your daughter wanted to hunt some seashells on the beach, then suddenly so many pretty seashell magically appeared. Turns out Arthur bought a pack of perfect seashells and quietly dropped some to make his lil girl felt so happy that she found those sea treasures. He may a cult leader that once declared to be legally insane, but he's still a great dad you could ever had for your kid ;)

Here it is: Fandom: Moon Knight, Arthur Harrow X Reader Drabble: Daddy Harrow & Daughter, Reader Insert. ~*~SeaShells~*~ Rating: General Tags: Fluff, Family, Cute, Adorkable, beach.

“Oh, daddy! There’s another!” Your daughter couldn’t pronounce the word shell yet. Or well, not the way it is supposed to be said. She had invented her own little word for it and it melted both your heart as well as that of your husband.

Arthur Harrow’s hair had turned grey almost completely and the lines on his face had multiplied. But at least he could walk again. And with the medication, Ammit’s voice and anger were kept at bay enough for him to have left the asylum and live a somewhat peaceful life at home. With you. And with your little family.

“Really?” You heard Arthur say with feigned surprise. He could act, you had to give him that. The way his eyebrows lifted and his grey eyes lit up in surprise. He’d almost fool you. He certainly fooled your toddler, for she ran up to him on chubby legs to show the shell she had just found on the beach.

“ ‘Ere,” she said, showing him the long and twisted seashell that was almost too big to be held in her tiny hands. Her eyes glittered with joy. “It is perfect!”

“It is,” her father concurred, his voice a soft hum. Then he knelt down on one knee to be at eye level with her. He had to use his cane for support, and rested one elbow on his raised knee to keep his balance. His hair fell in front of his eyes, a few hairs stuck to the side of his lips as he spoke to her. “It seems you have found the most perfect of all seashells,” he pretended to study the cone in her hand, then smiled up at her. “Well done.”

She was beaming with pride and closed her tiny hand around the seashell before she came dashing towards you. “Mommy, mommy, look!”

“My, such a pretty seashell!” you exclaimed, happy to play along and see your daughter beam even more. “It’s almost as if I’ve seen that one before,” you added sarcastically, knowing your daughter didn’t hear. She had already turned around to look for more seashells and was walking ahead of you, head bent and hair dangling in front of her face. A mirror image of her father.

Said father was pushing himself up with a groan, but managed to stand straight despite his injuries. His feet worried you the most. You knew they’d never healed properly. He used his cane, which was hard to use on the sandy beach. It kept slipping away between the grains of sand, but he insisted to take it along. You hadn’t seen him carry it around while he was still at the asylum, but once he got out, he brought it along wherever he went.

His brown shoes creaked as he walked. You were glad he wasn’t wearing his sandals and the risk of sand getting in was small. He came to stand next to your side and flashed you a crooked smile.

“Well, now,” he started as he leaned his head closer to yours. “And what is my dear wife implying?” he teased, voice sultry and smooth like honey.

You couldn’t help but blush as you looked up at him, noticing how close he stood to you. “Nothing!” you chirped. You definitely were implying something. This wasn't the first time your daughter had found the perfect shells after all. You knew how Arthur had collected them, bought them just so he could plant them during your walks.

Arthur grinned while he brought his hand into the pocket of his plain wine-red pants. Then he pulled out another seashell, similar to the one your daughter had just found. You were watching her with hawks’ eyes and hadn’t noticed Arthur’s gesture until he gently pressed his elbow against yours. Then you looked at him again and noticed the seashell in his hands.

You smiled up at him, knowingly and conspiringly, while he smiled back at you.

“You know me,” Arthur murmured while he gently put the shell back inside his pocket. “I only want the best of the best for my sweethearts.”

You gently grasped his wrists, halting him in his movements, then stood on your tiptoes to place a kiss on the tip of his nose. With a smile, you retreated. “I love you,” you knew you didn’t even need to say it. He knew. His eyes shimmered with something dark, something between love and lust.

It felt good to say it.

“I love you too,” his words, a daily ritual. But hearing these words always felt like they were new. Even after all these years spent together. You'd never get enough of saying them and of hearing them being said to you.

The two of you started walking along the beach, following your daughter’s footprints while you listened to her happy cries of joy and the soft sounds of the sea.

~*~Fin~*~

AN: Hope you enjoyed my bestie @nicktremblaywayfu I haven't written a lot of fluff yet on this account, as I love to go dark with my tales, but I can do it. I can be homely and cute and sweet :) Happy Easter 💛 And I hope you have a lovely day 💛 To All Readers & Followers on here: Feel free to hit me up with more drablle and imagine requests. Love you all and have a good day (Though I might be uploading a bit more soon ;D )

#Moon Knight Drabble #Moon Knight snippet #Arthur Harrow #Arthur Harrow x Reader #Arthur Harrow Fluff #Family Fic #Imagine having a daughter with a villain #Beach Tale #Read this in the sun #Moonknight #Arthur Harrow prompt #Moon Knight Fanfiction #Friendly and cute

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shaperaverse-brainrot · 5 months

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All of those winter prompts look amazing. But if you're feeling creative, can I ask for number 8 with Jill and Michael? Please 🥺

Thank you so much for the ask! (Also anyone reading this, feel free to send in more winter requests from THIS prompt list (or any other random prompts with Shaperaverse characters) if you would like. It might take a couple days but I'll get to it probably)

(Ao3 link) (I'm sorry I angsted the prompt, I couldn't help it :( )

8. Eating gallons of ice cream despite the cold weather.

He couldn't stop staring at her. He didn't think he'd ever be able to stop.

It felt like a dream, wandering down the streets of a narrative they had been in so many times before. Jill looked so much older, her brightly coloured hair starting to grey, the wrinkles on her forehead so much more pronounced than they ever had been before.

So much more pronounced than Michael ever thought they would get to be, when he'd lost her after the war.

Yet, after all this time, here she was, laughing by his side. He had expected awkwardness, to be blamed for her imprisonment, or for not freeing her sooner, or for the years apart to take their toll, driving a wedge between them. And…

And she hadn't. Jill clung to his arm for warmth, like she always did when the narrative had a chill and she refused to put on a jacket, claiming it would ruin whatever outfit she had made for herself that morning (Not that it had stopped her from insisting they get ice cream together — for old times sake, of course — and the frozen nature of the bag was certainly adding to the cold). Nothing had changed, apart from the tightness Michael held her with, as if the hellscape would somehow snatch her back if he let go for even a moment. It would be all his fault again.

“You alright, Michael?” Jill asked, seeing his expression. Michael nodded, at first, as he had always done when someone asked him that, before turning back to Jill, the many, many conversations they had once they got back home playing in his mind, and shaking his head.

“I'm glad you're back.” He said, for what must be the hundredth time since the rescue mission.

It didn't compare to the million times he had missed Jill in the last decades. Nothing would.

Jill gave a sad smile, pulling him onto a nearby bench, her hand pausing for just a moment over his metal arm, as it always did.

“You know,” Jill said, the tone of her voice clearly trying to lighten the mood, give Michael something else to focus on. To tell him stories, as he used to do to distract her when lonely thoughts got too much. “They didn't have ice cream in hell.”

Michael blinked, as Jill pressed into his side, bringing the bag onto her lap, and pulling out the ice cream. It was the wrong season for shops to sell cones, but, as Jill had delightedly claimed, that hasn't stopped them from buying multiple tubs and spoons, determined to have their feast.

“What?”

“It would just melt.” Jill shrugged, casting a hopeful glance to Michael. Her strategy seemed to be working, if the glint of a curious smile.on his face was anything to go by. “Now… Triple chocolate with chocolate chips? Cookie dough and strawberry jelly? Strawberry and raspberry whirl with whipped cream?”

“...What is it with you and over-elaborate flavours?” Michael asked, taking one of the tubs at random.

“Trust me, these are very tame compared to what some narratives have in store.” She said, handing Michael one of the spoons, before prying open her own tub, and stuffing a spoonful in her mouth.

A moment passed in silence, until Jill made a face.

“Oh, that's cold.”

“Brain-freeze?”

“Mhm.”

“Would you like my jacket?”

Jill smiled, closing her eyes in contentment. “Who needs a jacket when you're basically a hot water bottle?” She dug her spoon into Michael's tub, taking an equally big portion, as Michael wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

He really had missed this.

#shaperaverse #jill (shaperaverse)#michael shaperaverse #Shaperaverse fanfiction

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randomstupidchaos · 1 year

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As someone who stopped playing Pokemon games after Pokemon Crystal, jumping into Pokemon Go has been An Experience. Every day day I see new pokemon and I'm inevitably like wtaf am I looking at? Shout out to @gigglebug for explaining things to me when I'm utterly baffled.

A sample:

Me: I got a pikipek, whatever that is Gigglebug: starter bird in one of the games Me: she matches my outfit, I'ma headcanon she's sitting on my shoulder Me: unless she's huge, in which case I guess I ride her

Me: sentient ice cream cone???? Gigglebug: yup Me: Pokemon got so weird after I stopped playing

Me: just caught an emo unicorn? Gigglebug: uhh Gigglebug: brain was like galarian ponyta but that's not emo Me: Blitzle Gigglebug: Oh, zebra lol Me: I named her Emocorn

Me: I just like… stole a pokemon from a Rocket grunt Gigglebug: I think the preferred term was "rescue" lmao but yeah

Me: I have a like… purple meowth? which seems weird? but it doesn't say it's special or anything so maybe they just are purple now? Gigglebug: Oh, Alolan meowth Gigglebug: there are regional variants now Me: ah, I wondered what that meant lol Me: because there weren't enough pokemon, they needed to make extras of the same

Gigglebug: also I think for the big raids it would be worth it to wait until you get the catch bonus from whatever type you're trying to get Me: catch bonus? Gigglebug: so you get medals when you catch a certain number of a certain type, and they give catch bonuses Me: oh that's what those medals are for lol Gigglebug: hahaha Me: I'm learning by osmosis here and apparently not well lol

Me: hawlucha looks like a low res superhero from a cartoon where a kid's playing a video game Gigglebug: another weird thing is hawlucha was found in the France region despite being a luchador lmao Me: because obviously lol

Me: I haven't seen many of the alolan ones yet Gigglebug: I've seen a fair number of alolan sandshrew. granted I keep catching them from rocket haha Me: I've seen slowpoke and mr. mime. mr. mime was real sketch looking Gigglebug: ah, those are galarian lol Me: oh. well it was sketch is what it was lol

Gigglebug: I need a good jolteon, I don't have any strong electric types yet and so many rocket grunts have water mons 😒 Me: I have a 3 star togedemaru that I use Gigglebug: oh jelly Me: it took me like a week and a half to realize it wasn't like pooping lightning at pokemon but raising its spikes lmao

Me: I've decided that for the most part my naming technique is going to be food things lol Me: my flareon is named marshmallow Me: I have a throh that's named filet mignon 'cause it looks like it has grill marks on it lol

Me: also one of the eggs i got from you hatched a really fucked up looking meowth lmao Gigglebug: was it purple (alolan meowth) or spiky grey (galarian meowth) Me: galarian. it hatched and I was like hmm don't like that Me: it's like if normal meowth and the babadook had a baby

Me: caught trubbish today too Me: I was like cool guess we're catching literal garbage now Gigglebug: aww cute trash baby

#pokemon #pokemon go #yeah I don't get it #it's been an adventure #no really tho #why are all the galarian versions Like That

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darlingdekarios · 5 months

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hii! im sending this to people who reblogged the 'u can ask me anything' thingy hehee you can answer as many/little/etc as you want!!

what is your favorite holiday or occasion/theme?

what fragrance/scents put you in a good mood?

what kind of weather do you love?

if you could have a dream about anything, what would you dream about?

what kind of treats do you love/make you feel happy?

what's your favorite hands-on activity (or what would you like to try)?

what kind of music are you craving/listening to right now?

what's something that makes you smile/laugh when you think about it?

this is so sweet! I worked a long event today and have the brain scramblies but rest assured I am writing some questions for you too! answers in the order you asked them.

halloween and it’s not even close. honestly not a huge holiday person and the only birthdays the matter to me are my friends and families, not mine!

this is so specific, but the smell of waffle cones cooking in an ice cream shop. immediate happiness.

between 55-75F, preferably grey and cloudy. even better if there’s rain.

I don’t dream a lot and when I do they tend to be disturbing. seriously. so honestly I’d love a happy dream! my last happy dream is that my two best friends bought me a bear sightseeing trip in Canada. I wouldn’t mind more of those.

I have a sweet tooth for sure. it’s hard for me to be unhappy when I’m eating sweets. I’m especially a fan of ice cream and cookies.

writing and playing video games, but those seem like too easy of an answer! probably cooking. making music (my instruments are staring at me untouched from across the room rn) too.

it’s still the entirety of Hozier’s “Unreal Unearth” album. also a lot of Chopin’s Nocturne in C-Sharp Minor.

what makes me smile below the cut.

#get to know me (if you dare)

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nickyroethemarinebiologist · 1 year

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The ghosts but they’re cats because it’s funny

I don’t know why I made this but it’s just a little idea I’ve had for a while and I think it’s amusing (basically Alison and Mike move in and there’s just. a hoarde of cats. Where did they come from?? Nobody knows. Alison can understand them though lmao)

I don’t know why all these cats are just. There. But I thought it’d be fun if it was vaguely linked to their deaths in canon so yeah, there’s that

Humphrey:

An orange tabby, probably

But like with white patches on his neck and belly and such (like that ruff thingy on his outfit??? Idk what you call it)

Wears a cone (Get it. Because headless??)

Ended up in Button house after an injury or smth

Julian:

A sphynx, probably

VERY annoying

He’s like one of those cats that’s mysteriously good at opening doors and whatnot but no one knows why

Used to be like an internet famous cat or whatever. Ended up in Button house after some sort of scandal (what kind of scandals cats can get caught up in, I don’t know, but it happened and he is NOT happy about it)

Mary:

Black cat (and hates it because superstitions)

Leaves little soot footprints everywhere

Alison hates it

Probably got chased into the house and hid there?? And then just never left

Like a bunch of horrible children (because unfortunately they exist) like grabbed her and then chased her there or whatever. She doesn’t like to talk about it

Kitty:

A calico!! I love them. Best kind of cat fr fr

Super fluffy

Probably wears one of those tiny bows around her neck (like Marie from Aristocats)

Probably like. Abandoned at Button house :(

Fanny:

White or light grey persian

Has one of those always-grumpy kind of faces lmao

Don’t know how she ended up there (maybe her family used to own the house but then they moved and just left her there?? Oof)

Wakes the whole house up yowling every morning lmao

Surprisingly photogenic??

Pat:

One of those really short and round cats lmao

He’s still got his scarf thing do not worry

Probably just a solid cream-furred cat idk man

I really don’t know why he’s there. No ideas for this guy (sorry lmao)

Robin:

Only very vaguely cat-shaped

How is he that fluffy

Somehow always has some twigs or smth stuck in his fur. Scruffy

Probably just a brown cat?? Idk

He’s been there for longer than anyone can remember and no one knows how he got there lmao

The Captain:

Just a grey cat I guess??

Kinda fluffy but not like. massively

He still has his moustache lmao

No one knows why he’s there (and he will never tell)

Thomas:

Brown tabby

One of those cats that’s just. really long

Really long tail as well

Very photogenic and knows it

Does that tiny little hop-thing that cats do when they trot around lmao

Jemima:

Lil grey tabby (She’s tiny!!)

Shy?

Plague ghosts:

Why are there so many cats in the basement

What are they doing down there

Where did they come from

A mix of various brown tabbies and a couple black cats

Don’t ask me why I made this I just thought it was funny lmao. Enjoy :)

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fleshdyke · 1 year

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might I have a cool bird fact, if you want to share

yes obviously. birds are fucking idiots. what one of my recent popular posts is abt, female birds will go absolutely INSANE for males that are banded with brightly coloured leg bands. like, males with bright leg bands will have hilariously high egg rates as opposed to any other regular male, no matter how good or bad their genetics are, because females LOVE the bright bracelet. so banders have to tag only with dull neutrals as to not fuck up the data. this same phenomenon happens with other things, like there’s a specific species of bird that i can’t remember the name of rn whose females prefer a darker breast as it indicates better health in this species, so as an experiment ornithologists literally coloured in some random males with like. a marker. and the females were all over them. same thing happened with some finches (that don’t even have crests, mind you) that ornithologists strapped a little paper cone on one bird’s head as a shitty fake crest and the females LOVED it. even though crests aren’t even a desired trait in this species because they literally don’t have them. also, robins are comically aggressive. because they’re so territorial with other robins, for some reason they associate ANY red/orange with a rival bird and just go apeshit when they see the colour. they’re literally what we think bulls are. also, eclectus parrots are the only parrots in the world that aren’t monogamous; females can spend up to 9 months out of the year not moving from her tree hollow nesting site because she’ll have multiple males tending to her at once, and males will tend to multiple females at once. males will bring their various females food in exchange for sex, and they just sorta have to hope it’s them that fathers viable eggs, and get with as many females as possible to make their chances bigger. males are mostly bright green because they’re the ones that fly around the jungle and risk being predated by hawks, so their plumage is designed to camouflage them against the greenery. females are bright red and blue, designed so predators don’t see them in the shadowy tree hollows. however, in the ultraviolet spectrum (which parrots can see, and notably, hawks can’t), parrots are iridescent and shiny, which allows them to easily see each other while still being safe from predators. this iridescence is also a really big part of parrot communication, as they’ll move their bodies minutely to catch the light a certain way and change their colour drastically on the uv spectrum - this difference is really obvious to other parrots, but not to us, because we can’t see them changing their colour. that’s why a lot of miscommunication between parrot and human happen; because to them it seems like we’re ignoring their obvious social cues, when in reality we don’t even realize they’re happening because we just aren’t built to see them. parrot body language is super subtle and oftentimes hard to read (and many gestures can have two, drastically different meanings) so it can definitely be quite a struggle to effectively communicate with parrots. however, parrots (and most birds in general) have a ton of control over their eyes, and can change the size of their pupils easily and drastically and that’s a really big part of their communication. it’s definitely a lot harder to see when birds’ eyes are pinning when it’s a dark-eyed bird, because their irises are almost black, and it’s super hard to tell the difference between iris and pupil when not in direct light (which is most of the time). it’s obviously way easier to tell when a bird is pinning if it’s a light-eyed species like many macaws, african greys, senegals, some amazons, etc. it is really cool to watch though!

#sorry thats um. more than one #asks #birds #infodump

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pepperetzi · 2 months

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After the kit had done their business near a bush growing between two youthful trees, only one of which they had crossed, they took a moment to observe their surroundings. Due to a lack of research, no one knows what colors this distracted musteline was seeing right now, but taking notes from their species’ closest studied relative, the ferret, who has only S and L cones, we can only assume that the mink is also one of deuteranopia, viewing the world through hues of vibrant yellows and soft blues. So, in their eyes, they noticed how golden the forest looked, whilst also how soft and dark the soil was underneath. They also noticed how truly cold the wind was, in contrast to realizing how warm heat from the sun can be. “…Nice,” is all that they said to themself.

... Duster stood on the ground as their ears took a peek of the world about, such as hearing the many songs the birds sang under the sunlight, or the hum-bugs’ humming that rang out from the trees. And yes, they were truly songs, unlike our sad perceptions of chirping, because mink, due to all their small sizes and incredibly fast metabolisms, probably had a higher critical flicker fusion rate than us humans and therefore reality to them would operate on a much slower scale. Duster was also able to hear the melody of the nearby sea, the screeching of a different bird, the honking of a big-duck, and a weird, distant bellow of an unknown creature from far, far away, its alien-like nature thundering out in obscurity. As the kit inhaled, their dusty-grey nose tasted the enrichment of the fertile soil beneath, with the sweet, repulsive, and indescribable scents swirling about. For the first time in their four months long life, they realized what realm the forest truly was, how extraordinary and phenomenal it can really be. This was no fearsome hell; it was paradise. The dark brown mink looked up as they pondered on what type of treasures could be buried deep ahead in this botanical place, holding all those riches of adventures and surprises neatly intact. They wanted more. More of this strange and beautiful land.

Oh man, after four fucking years, I've finally managed to finish this beast of a painting (yes, I struggle with this more than my poly ones, and I do each shape one by one manually!) But here it finally is, based on a scene from chapter 1 of Golden Eyes.

Despite this being drawn by me, don't actually take this piece as official illustration, because I only do those in a "realistic" and pencil-sketch art style, like this post here. Instead, just view it as a sort of "alternate" rebranding of Golden Eyes, another way I visually see my characters and their universe, because I like my art style and the way they look in it.

A better res version can be found here.

#Golden Eyes #Duster #art #my art #mink #american mink #digital art #mustelid #indie writer

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birdievibes · 4 months

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oh boy we're a little behind schedule again

for clarifying purposes (including image descriptions), all images are of animals constructed of simple deformed polygons made using Blender modeling software. The background is a grey grid with each square having a side of 1 meter in length. These are all rough models of examples in clades during the global glaciation event and during the warm period following the glaciation. While these body plans are all in use during the period following the glaciation, some have been used for over 150 million years.

[Image ID: Animal 1 is a snake roughly 2.5 meters long with a ring like mane of hair that sits just past the head. Animal 2 is meant to resemble a thin armadillo and is roughly 0.5 meters across. Animal 2 has two long patches of hair extending backwards from either side of the neck. ./end ID] 1- Graminovoris Coclemanus Vibratis Cristavermis is a radiated variety of animal 2 which has evolved to not use limbs. This clade boasts one singular ear which funnels sound down through a collapsable disk of hairs into the tympanic cavity. This clade has evolved a new method of sexual copulation which resembles that of the Dactylatusids. 2- Graminovoris Coclemanus Vibratis survived the ice age due to small size, high metabolism, and propensity for burrowing. This clade has no ears, but can hear rough pitches and volumes with the hyper sensitive cones of hairs protruding from its gametangium cavities.

[Image ID: Animal 1 resembles a emu in posture and shape, is 1.5 meters tall, and has no tail. Animal 2 is difficult to make out due to it being so small, however it is identical to animal 3 which is more easy to see due to size. Animal 3 is 1 meter tall, and resembles a cat with long limbs, however it lacks a tail. Animal 3 has a large protrusion on its back. Between this protrusion and the head there is a set of small limbs resembling the praying hands of a praying mantis, with the ends angled in the direction of Animal 3's gaze. ./end ID] 1- Generatheris erectus is an offshoot of the ancient generatheris clade. This newer clade has developed tympanic ears located within cavities near the base of their uppermost set of limbs. It has evolved to both evade predators and to catch flying insects or vertebrates. 2- Generatheris Vesicahastas telaplexus has taken up the niches typically associated with silk producing spiders. 3- Generatheris Vesicahastas boasts many different varieties of vesicahasta which almost ubiquitously weaponize their upper limbs to spray acids, webs, or foul smells. These two models are both lacking the sensitive stiff fans seen in other generatherids (because I forgot).

[Image ID: Animal 1 loosely resembles an elephant 7 meters tall and 8 meters long. Animal 1 has no trunk or tusks, instead boasting an additional set of limbs extending above the front shoulders towards the head, in a position which resemble the praying hands of a praying mantis. Animal 2 is identical except that it is 5 meters wide and 4 meters tall. ./end ID] 1 and 2- Barritherium Borealis, both of these variants have seen very little change, much like generatheris. These animals do not have fur, but have thick coverings of feathering quills. modern barritheriums are predominantly marsupial but some still lay eggs. These animals have stiff fan disks which channel sound down into tympanic cavities. Many species use their gametangium limbs as clubs to fend off predators preying on young barritheriums.

[image ID: Animal 1 resembles a long fish roughly 18 meters across by 6 meters tall when counting fins. Animal 2 is the same as Animal 1 except scaled so that it is roughly 9 by 3 meters. Animal 3 resembles a seal with a vertical tail and is roughly 3 meters long and 2 meters tall. Animal 4 resembles a hippopotamus with a long tail, and is 4 meters long by 2 meters tall. Animal 5 is a roughly 150 centimeter tall person. ./end ID] 1 and 2- Dactylatus gramisugus terrapescus cetaceaformis, the newest megafauna within the planet's oceans. As Dactylatusids, they have complex ears, warm blood, and fur. Their tail fins are almost entirely made of fanning cartilage spurs. 3- Dactylatus gramisugus terrapescus is basically a seal. Their fins are oriented vertically and made of cartilage. 4- Dactylatus Gramisugus is a hippopotamus. Nothing else to say there.

[image ID: Animal 1 is almost identical to a bat, however it has a wingspan of roughly 10 meters, body of 4 meters and is turned to resemble a top down view of a bat with splayed wings. Animal 2 is a scaled version of Animal 1, such that the wingspan is 2 meters and body is approximately half a meter. ./end ID] 1 and 2- graminovoris Mustelidiform latusala pteromanus are the first ever flying vertebrates on Meldonis! They are free to occupy all the niches that flying birds occupy today, as well as the ones large pterosaurs (and associated archosaurs) occupied, due to a denser atmosphere. Thankfully their ancestral designs were well adapted to efficient flight.

[Image ID: Animal 1 resembles a crocodile in shape, however has 2 horizontal hind flippers at the end of the body, 2 vertical flippers on the bottom and midway through the body, and has 2 front limbs resembling the praying arms of a praying mantis which are clutched to the chest. This animal is 12 meters long and roughly 1 meter tall. Animal 2 is a snake 6 meters long, and has similar limbs to Animal 1, however these limbs are held towards the top of the snake's body. Animal 3 and Animal 4 are identical to Animal 1 but scaled to 3 meters long and 4 meters long respectively. ./end ID] 1, 3, and 4- Manipescus ripatherium Hastajectarius occupy similar roles as crocodiles and aligators. These animals lay hidden in wait at riverbanks or crossings, and when prey comes within reach lash out their scythe-like arms, shredding and ensnaring their targets before dragging prey into the water to be finished off. 2- Manipescus ripatherium hastajectarius vermiformis is another independent clade of snakes who wait in burrows and primarily ambush small prey with their scythe-like arms.

#distant skies #worldbuilding #spec evo #meldonis #described

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