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mochinomnoms · 3 months

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WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Congrats on 1k followers Mochi (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ you so so so so deserve it. You always make me smile when I see your posts so I hope you have fun writing them.

If I might make a request, could I have Jade, Trey, and Ace with a romantic prompt 16 (“I won't lose you again.”)? I want to see them cry a lot just a tiny bit. Feel free to let the vibes guide you, I trust it will be very good.

-Yuri

jade leech, trey clover, ace trappola (separate) x gn!reader [tags] — angst in Ace's, hurt in Trey's, humor in Jade, implied time loop theory [wc} - 1,000+ each prompt 16: “I won't lose you again.” song: Be, Talk (Hozier, “Wasteland, Baby!”), Francesca (Hozier, “Unreal Unearth”) note - @yuri-is-online got it! went a lil wild cause I got massive inspo lmao. Also, let me know if yall can guess the anime I got inspired from with Ace's francesca (1k event)

“Be like the love that discovered the sin (Lover, be good to me) / That freed the first man and will do so again / And, lover, be good to me (Lover, be good to me)”

There were several things that caught Jade Leech’s attention during his life, but only a few kept his attention, after which he’d abandon his ‘toy’. Fungi, mountains, and poisonous flowers, were exceptions, to name a few. He had to admit to himself (and only himself) that there was one thing that revolved in his mind all this time later, dug deep into his brain like the mycelium of his beloved mushrooms in the forest floor.

One. Thing. You. The funny little human from the broken down dorm. The funny little human with not a single ounce of magic in their veins. The cute little human that was captivated by his merform, an entirely foreign concept to them. The sweet little human with the even sweeter crush on him all throughout his second and third years.

Perhaps it was cruel of him to entertain your affections with no real desire to follow through on them. Actually, scratch that, it was cruel of him to do so. It was just so…interesting to him at the time. He grew alongside his brother and Azul, none of them exactly being the most sought after during their childhood or teens. They were feared, each of them for multiple reasons, not exactly prime boyfriend material, despite some of their attempts to curate a specially crafted facade.

Yet, you were so bewitched by him, enthralled, beguiled, and dare he say lovesick with him despite all the signs screaming “DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!” So please, forgive him for shamelessly flirting, and finding entertainment in your reactions.

The dilated pupils as he leaned down to make eye contact. The sharp intakes when he cornered you against a library shelf, nonchalantly reaching for a random book. The shiver down your spine as he would lean over in class to whisper some nonsense in your ear regarding the class. All for the sole purpose to see you blush a pretty color and get flustered. Not for the jump in his heart at the thought of being revered so sweetly, or a potential lover being so good to him.

It was just a bit of fun. That’s all it was. That’s all it was meant to be, when he finally left for his internship his third year. He paid no mind to the wistful look on your face as he gave his goodbyes, nor the strange creak in his heart at the sight.

Jade Leech was all he’s always been, and all he will ever be: a man that left his toys once they ceased to interest him.

Which is why he loathed that he’s been unable to remove you from his mind. Though, did he really? It wasn’t annoyance or hate, but an aching yearning that resided in his being. Jade spent many months tossing and turning in bed as he dreamt of you: shy smiles, soft eyes, and sweet words. He wanted, he needed to be free from this love-struck feeling, this infatuation. It was dragging him down from his finely constructed pedestal, like a sin striking an angel down from heaven.

Yet, coming back to campus now, presenting his internship research at the end of the year, Jade found himself strangely content with the concept as he watched you. You’d taken on your role at NRC quite beautifully, and were the object of affection for many admirers, much to his dismay. Currently, you were attending to visitors, directing them to their destinations and helping the fourth years find their old clubs and friends, while he admired from around the corner.

You were as you’ve always been, sweet, cute, and clueless to your surroundings as he stalked closer until he was behind you, leaning down until his lips inched close to your ear.

He purred breathlessly into your ear, “Oh Prefect~ Is that you, my dear?” Jade didn’t miss the shudder that flew up your spine as you jumped away in shock.

“EEP! W-what the—” You whipped your head around to berate the man before realizing who it was. “Oh, jeez, Jade! You’re back—why’d you do that?!”

The tall man chuckled as he straightened to his normal height. Oh, how he missed you. And your reactions, of course.

“I simply missed your delightful expressions, you always have been rather reactive with me, haven’t you?”

“What—nooo. I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Huffing, you crossed your arms and jerked your gaze away in irritation. At least, it would be if not for the blush on your cheeks.

“Fuhuhuh, that blush suggests otherwise.” A giddy feeling filled his chest as Jade inched closer to you, in which you backed away. This continued until he managed to corner you against the stone way of the hallway.

“This is a familiar sight, is it not?” Jade cooed as he leaned down again, a hand reaching to caress your cheek. “I did miss you, didn’t you—”

A smack. Jade blinked in surprise as his hand was thrown back by your own. Now you looked more annoyed than flustered.

“I’m sure you did.” You hissed sarcastically, narrowing your gaze at him. “Ha! Please, more like missed messing with me. If you really missed me, you’d’ve called or messaged me like the others in our class. Even Azul checked up on me!”

Jade…hadn’t been aware of that. He’s been too into his own head, reliving memories with you that it hadn’t occurred to him that you’d actually might lose affection for him.

The thought made him a little sick.

He pouted, taking your chin in his hand to tilt your head up to his. “Is that so? Please forgive me for my most egregious sin. I don’t wish to lose you again.”

“Hmph, again?” You made a sound of offense. Despite your words, you still looked up at Jade with a shy gaze, eyes darting down to his lips every so often.

You never had me in the first place.” You scoffed, trying to avert your blushing gaze, though he kept a firm grip, moving to squeeze your cheeks into a pucker.

Jade chuckled, “Your previous actions say otherwise, though I am quite a fool for not taking what was mine in the first place.”

“Y-yours?! You-you-you can’t just say things like that—eep!” You let you a deliciously cute squeak, which he swallowed up as he stole a kiss.

“Now, now my little lover, be good to me and let me revel in your affections, I’ve derived myself from them for far too long now, have I not?”

And I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me / I won't deny I've got in my mind now (Hey, yeah) / All the things I would do

He wasn’t sure why he had any faith in Crowley to get you back home. Really, that’s on him for thinking the headmage would put any work into your return home. If Trey had known that you’d still be here in Twisted Wonderland, years after his graduation, he wouldn’t have ever broken up with you.

Granted, it hadn’t exactly been his choice in the first place, as you had abruptly ended the relationship towards the end of his fourth year. Told him to enjoy his life without you weighing him down, despite his insistence that you’d do no such thing.

Trey finally relented when you told him that you had a world, a family, a home (without him) to get to. Somewhere you belonged, somewhere that wasn’t with him.

It hurt, yes, knowing that you were never really meant to be with him in the first place. It was simply by magical chance that you were plucked from your world to turn his own upside down. Likewise, it was simply by chance that you and him got together to steal and eat his heart, leaving him almost an empty shell of himself.

So it was a surprise to see you at Riddle’s wedding, of all places, dressed up in a pretty green outfit as you giggled with some bridesmaids. Seven, you looked good, the fabric hugging all the right spots. Maybe he was being a bit delusional, but Trey swears that the green of your outfit matched the color of his hair, and he had a small possessive streak pass through him at the thought. If it wasn’t for Cater pinching his arm, Trey would be sure that he was in a dream.

“Ow! Cater!” Trey hissed, rubbing his arm as the strawberry-blonde smirked at him. Cater’s hair was longer now, but he kept his signature style from school still.

“Go on, talk to them.” Cater nudged him with his elbow, gesturing to you. “I know you want too~”

Trey huffed, watching the liquid in his cup as he swirled his punch. “I’m fine, thanks.”

“Oh, come on!” Cater whined, latching on to Trey’s arm.

“We didn’t end on good terms.”

Cater countered, “You didn’t end on bad ones either.”

“Hmph.” Trey clicked his tongue, eyeing you from the corner of his eye. Your hair had grown longer, and was dyed. It looked nice on you.

Still leaning against Trey, Cater pouted before a mischievous look passed over his face as he leaned in to whisper in Trey’s ear.

“Besides, I heard they’ve stayed single since being with you.”

“…” A sigh. “Really?”

“Totes, so you really ought to go make a move before that blonde dude does, though it doesn’t look like he’s having much luck.”

Finally deciding to look up, Trey noticed your uncomfortable expression as the guy twirled a strand of your hair with his fingers. Despite being known for being rather mild-mannered, a handful of your mutual friends knew the truth: Trey had a nasty jealous streak where you were concerned.

He wasn’t sure when or how he got across the room, but Trey was suddenly hovering over you and the blond man, hazel eyes piercing his back. Surprise flitted your features as a hand was offered to you, along with a familiar.

“Sorry, hope I’m not interrupting.” Trey had to withhold a smug smirk as he saw your eyes light up at the sight of him. “But would you mind sharing a dance?”

You eagerly nodded, taking his hand and mumbling a half-hearted apology to the other man as Trey guided you to the dance floor, filled with couples sharing a dance to the latest love song.

His hands rested on the familiar curve of your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck, hesitating before finally settling your hands on the back of his neck. The two of you swayed to the music, a surprisingly comfortable silence between you two. Honestly? It was as if you two never broke up, with how your bodies curled into each other, heart-to-heart.

Yet, neither one of you seems willing to start the conversation he was begging to have.

“… You look beautiful—”

“You look wonderful—”

Both of you opened your mouths at the same time, interrupting each other before sharing a giggle.

“Sorry, sorry. You go first.”

Trey shook his head. “No, go ahead.”

You smiled, something soft and a bit sad, before looking him up and down. “You look good, got stockier. The bakery’s got you working hard, hm?”

“Ha, yeah. It has, what…about you?”

Your lips thinned, as you looked away. “Still at NRC with Grim, we teach the new Beast-tamer curriculum. It’s…fun.”

Silence fell over you two again, the elephant in the room hanging between you two.

“You’ve been here, all this time, then?”

You nodded, a sliver of shame passing over your features.

“He never did find me a way home after we…you know…”

Trey sharply inhaled, tightening his grip and rubbing soothing circles as he nodded. “Yeah…why didn’t you…tell me. Why didn’t you come back?” He left out the ‘to me.’

You stopped dancing, making him stumble slightly as he watched your face intently, heart aching at the tears growing in your eyes.

“I—” Trey watched as you swallowed a lump in your throat, voice shaky. “—I felt so bad that you’d spent your time and energy on being with me when I might not even stay, so I wanted you to go off and live life. But then, he never did find me a way back, and I realized that I just pushed you away, and I just couldn’t face you—”

You broke into sobs, burying your face into his chest as Trey led you away from the dance floor. He managed to pull you into a secluded hallway, one for the staff to enter in and out of the kitchen. Trey held you close as he rubbed your back, resting his cheek on the top of your head as you rested into the crook of his neck.

“I-I'm sorry… I shouldn't be…” You were sniffling, letting out little hiccups as you spoke. “—crying like this… I'm not trying to make you… feel bad… I just… I should go…”

As you moved to pull away, Trey tightened his grip, hand reaching up to caress your cheek as you looked up at him with watery eyes. You were as beautiful as the day you left him, tears streaking your makeup and all.

“Don’t, please, I—” Trey sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “I won’t lose you again. I missed you so much, please, stay?”

You nodded, still sniffling, as you moved to kiss the palm holding your cheek. “I missed you too, but aren’t you mad at me? For not coming back?”

Trey shook his head, smiling softly at you. Whatever anger he had was immediately forgiven at the sight of you before him. He couldn’t care less about the last few years, as long as he had you back in his arms again.

“As long as I can have you back in my arms, the past is forgiven. As long as…you’ll have me?”

The two of you shared another sweet smile, leaning into each other to press your lips in a soft, fleeting kiss. The type of kiss you give when you can’t tell the difference between a dream and reality. Cater’s quick photo of you two lovers would later help cement that fact that this was reality.

It’s a week later that Trey has that exact same picture set as his home and lock screen.

I'd tell them, "Put me back in it" (Da-ah, darlin') / I would do it again (Ah-ah, ah-ah) / If I could hold you for a minute (Da-ah, darlin') / I'd go through it again (Ah-ah, ah-ah)

It’s all dark. It’s always dark until the moment Ace opens his eyes and the coffin opens. Ace goes through the orientation ceremony, only to have it interrupted by you stumbling into the Mirror Chamber, an energetic and egotistical Grim demanding to take your spot.

It’s dark in the cave that he goes into with you two and Deuce to collect the new chandelier magistone. You're screaming, he’s screaming, so are Deuce and Grim. It’s a shit show, even before Riddle comes to drag him and Deuce back to the dorm.

It’s dark when he makes the trek to your dorm after being collared. Grumbling about just wanting a snack, about Riddle’s unnecessary rage, and about who the hell can remember all 810 rules. It’s light, though, that he sees when you open the door to Ramshackle, the warm, old lightbulbs from the hallway creating a halo around you.

It’s light again, in the morning as the sun filters through the broken window, you poking him awake to get to class.

Ace has never been one to get sentimental, the idea of love is frightening, to be frank. But looking at you again, light curtaining your features, he was reminded why he did what he did.

Why he punched Riddle for his outburst and insults to you.

Why he threw himself into the fight against Leona as he threatened to turn you to sand.

Why he let himself get “tricked” by Azul again and again, get beaten up by the twins under the sea again and again. Why he tried to run back to school to your rescue, only to be too late again and again. Why he endured the embarrassment of losing the SDC.

He’d hoped that this time he’d be able to avoid getting into a coma from the S.T.Y.X. Charon robots again, but he had no luck, so you once again had to depend on Rook and Epel getting you through the Isle of Woe. Maybe he should’ve focused on getting Grim back after scratching you, or maybe just prevented him from eating all the blot stones, then you wouldn’t have been in this mess.

It might have prevented Malleus’s own blot, though Ace wasn’t really sure what led to his spiraling. It was probably a combination of a lot of information, as it was with the rest of the blots. Either way, he’d been hoping that preventing Grim from eating the 8th blot stone would’ve prevented this.

Ace wouldn’t know though, as he’s been through this year at least 4 times now. Trying to prevent what he’s slowly starting to believe is inevitable.

He’s replayed your deaths over and over in his brain. The first one that happened, he was upset for losing a friend, but probably would’ve gotten over it. It sounds harsh, but that was the reality of the situation.

After the second loop, Ace started noticing you more. Things he missed out on the first time. The way you smiled, the way you walked, the way you tugged on your shirt when you were nervous. It was cute.

It was his third loop that he started noticing little things. How you liked to grab on to his arm when it got too crowded. How you always made an effort to help him in class, despite having to catch up with nearly 2 decades of curriculum just to understand the professors. He noticed how you’d blush whenever he’d make flirty jokes.

It was his fourth, and current, loop that he really started to view you differently. That he started to view these second, third, and fourth chances as a way to keep you safe. To not lose you again.

You were always helping him, despite the stress he caused you. Every time you’d let him crash in your dorm, eventually convincing you to let him share at least your room. He’d be up, tossing and turning as he watched your sleep. He wasn’t trying to be creepy, but seeing you take your whole situation in stride, every overblot, every condescending comment, every shenanigan Grim, Deuce, and him really made Ace think about why he was doing this.

Was it because he felt bad? No, it certainly wasn’t the first time, anyway. Was it because he liked having you around? Kinda, maybe a little. Was it because every time he’d ask you why you got involved with all the drama at school, you’d answer with a shrug, a smile, and simply answer “I gotta protect my friends, as best I can anyway.” That was probably partially the reason.

He thinks the reason he’s so desperate to make sure you stay around is because of the promise you made with him the first loop around: “If I can’t go home, let’s always stick together! I like you, and you like me, so we can support each other every way we can.”

You’d made this promise, in one form or another, every loop.

“Promise we’ll stay friends, even after graduation! I wanna stick by my first friend’s side!”

“Ace? Do you actually promise to take care of me? I know I’m a pain, no magic and all, but I’ve taken care of you in my own way, do you really promise to do the same?”

It was his fourth time watching you live your year in Twisted Wonderland. And it’s then that it clicked for him: he was falling deep into love with the magicless Prefect that cared way too much for others, and much too little for themselves.

“Ace…” you gasped, a bloodied hand reaching out for him as an overblotted Grim made a rampage throughout the Mirror Chamber. He could hear the others screaming, magic being cast, and a distinct yowl from Grim as Riddle launched another fire spell at him.

Ace cringed as the giant direbeast that was once his little fiery friend screamed in pain, running around until he tripped and fell through where there was once a wall. Grim let out an eerie, inhuman scream as he fell, a sickening crunch echoing as he landed on the stone ground. For the fourth time, Grim was gone. But that didn’t matter, not when he was watching you die for the fourth time.

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey I’m here.” Ace had managed to crawl over to you, clasping your hand with his own. He rested your head on his lap as you coughed, red liquid leaving your mouth as you did.

“No, nononononono—you’re fine!” Ace hyperventilated as he looked over your battered body. He was sure that he had prevented Grim from eating Vil’s blot stone. Was that not the reason he turned into this? Did he only need to eat a few before turning into a monster? He was so confident that he’d managed to keep you safe. So why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhy—

“Ace.” He froze as you murmured his name, your other hand reaching for his cheek, wiping away the tears he didn’t realize he was leaving.

“Ace, promise me you’ll stay with me? I don’t want to be alone right now…” you hiccuped as you started crying, curling into his chest as Ace cradled you. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t help! I was so useless, so useless to let Grim get to this point. So useless as a friend, I’m so sorry!”

Ace curled into you, ignoring the voices from behind you two, no doubt the other students coming to the realization that you’d be grievously harmed.

“I’ll stay with you, I’m always with you.” Ace shuddered. He felt like throwing up. “I’m going to try again, I won’t be too late this time. I’ll make sure to keep you safe this time. I won't lose you again.”

Ace ignored the person shaking his shoulder as he watched you hyperventilate, before your breathing slowed and eventually stopped. He ignored the surprised cries as magic swirled around him, as he activated his signature spell for the fifth, and hopefully final time:

With a flick of the wand, a rhythm sublime,

Reverse The Clock, turn back the chime,

No time to say 'Hello', goodbye!

I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!

It’s all dark. It’s always dark until the moment Ace opens his eyes and the coffin opens for the fifth time.

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#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #trey clover x reader #ace trapolla x reader #jade leech #trey clover #ace trappola #francesca (1k event)#mochi fic

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agent00ani · 3 days

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Ok it’s been too long since I’ve spoken about BG3 headcanons. Instead of talking about my Tavs though I’m gonna talk about the companions!

POTENTIAL SPOILERS BELOW!

No Minthara because I have yet to recruit her in one of my games, sorry!!! I love her I just haven’t had the ability to play with her and all that.

Halsin

Halsin does not have sculpted abs. He’s got a stomach. I mean come on he’s literally a bear.

He loves talking about the ecology of the various environments you visit. He knows so much about so many plants and animals and fungi.

If you ask him to, Halsin will braid your hair for you. Social grooming is very important to him.

He loves to play with scratch and the owl bear cub in wild shape. He takes the shape of a wolf most often so he’s not too big.

Halsin keeps a nature journal! It’s like his own private version of inaturalist. He tracks the species he sees and where he sees them.

Gale

Gale is skinny and a bit toned during the start of the game, but as he is encouraged to take better care of himself he puts on some weight.

He is constantly asking Halsin about various creatures and Druidic magic. The man’s a nerd, he’s got so many questions and Halsin is kind and patient enough to actually enjoy answering them. They’re great academic buddies. When Gale becomes a professor he invites Halsin to give lectures on ecology and Druidic magic.

Gale has created spells that allow him to make a magic kitchen while on the road. This way he can use more than a campfire to cook.

He loves to stargaze and will point out his favorite constellations if you ask to join him.

Astarion

While he’s good at mending and sewing, Astarion enjoys making perfume far more. He eventually develops perfumes based on each of the traveling companions.

Astarion teaches the entire camp how to wash blood out of clothing and gear because someone has to. Also he refuses to do everyone’s laundry for them.

He often goes with Halsin to forage for herbs and flowers. It’s a chance to stock up on supplies for his perfumes and also to manipulate bond with the Druid.

Him and Shadowheart often discuss poisons together. They have a secret game early in the adventure where they say how they would poison each member of the group, what poison they would use, and why. When both of them start to feel accepted and cared for they switch to talking about what poisons best represent the group members instead.

Shadowheart

She spends a lot of time at camp by herself, even after rejecting Shar. She values alone time. It also allows her a chance to process what has happened to her and what she has lost.

Scratch sleeps with her most nights after he joins the camp. At first she’s annoyed by it(a ‘pet’ distracts from her mission) but it’s not very long before she’s cuddling with him.

Shadowheart collects trinkets after converting. She wants to surround herself with things she enjoys.

Lae’zel

Since she travels with a grindstone, Lae’zel helps everyone maintain their weapons. Not out of kindness at first, but because her allies being weak and having subpar gear makes her weak. Eventually tho she teaches everyone how to do it themselves to help them be stronger(and because helping people care for their weapons is a friendly gesture).

She develops a special bond with Gale and Shadowheart, as all three were manipulated/used/abandoned by their deities. She doesn’t exactly know how to support the others as the process things, but she is Faerun’s greatest hype man and constantly reminds them that the gods were cruel and foolish for what they did.

Lae’zel and Halsin help each other maintain their braids. Hers are more intricate and decorated but Halsin is more than able to put them in properly.

Wyll

Wyll spends a lot of time with Karlach after he refuses to kill her. At first because he wants to apologize for hunting her and prove he can be trusted, then after the transformation for advice on how to live life with horns, and finally because he just loves to spend time with her.

While he wasn’t exactly “shy” before his transformation, Wyll starts bathing last because his own body has become unfamiliar and he no longer feels comfortable being seen without at least a shirt and some pants on.

When the others realize that he’s struggling with his body more than he lets on they do their best to help in their own ways. Karlach teaches him how to care for his horns properly, Halsin helps him learn how to braid his hair around them, Astarion finds clothing that is not only comfortable and modest but also makes him look really good, Lae’zel helps him adjust to the change in his center of gravity by sparring with him, and Gale tracks down books about teifling/fiend anatomy for him to read.

He’s really good with children. When Arabella and then Yenna join the camp he spends his evenings keeping them company, telling them stories, playing with them, etc. Karlach often joins him.

Karlach

She makes use of her unnatural heat to help with as many things around camp as she can. Drying clothes, cooking, heating water for bathing, being cozy when it’s especially cold, etc. because if she can do good things with the engine it feels less like a curse.

Once she can touch people safely, she spends almost an entire evening just cuddling with as many people as possible. It starts with just Scratch and the owl bear cub. Then Halsin joins. Then she goes to find the others for hugs. Astarion jokes about how the two of them could probably reach normal temperatures if they just hugged for long enough.

She and Lae’zel bond quickly through their sparring. The two joke back and forth in their own ways and it confuses the other companions at first, because basically no one else has had a chance to learn Lae’zel’s sense of humor.

Karlach collects the various teddy bears and plush toys they encounter on the journey. Having nice, soft, cuddly things to curl up with makes her feel safe.

Jaheira

She knows how to get you fucked up beyond your wildest dreams. Smoking with her is an ORDEAL.

Jaheria speaks to the younger party members like they’re her kids. This doesn’t become clear until they visit her home, however, at which point said companions have various reactions(Karlach loves it, Lae’zel does not).

Minsc

Minsc quickly joins the sparring sessions. He also starts wrestling matches.

He can often be found having seemingly one sided conversations in camp, apparently talking to boo. The topics of these chats are vast and varied. Gale once heard him discussing the various meanings of different flowers in bouquets according to flower language.

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sixlane · 13 days

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ok idek if this is a legit hc i have but imagine evan and pandora’s parents are like.. the most normal cookie cutter parents ever. it’s like that episode of parks and rec where april’s parents are nothing like her. so there’s just evan and pan with their wide eyed weirdness and their parents just.. think they’re so neat. so happy to support their unsettling/dangerous/sociopathic obsessions. they’re very hands off and just like, leave them out in the yard to collect bugs and cut up worms and then evan is laying out a row of dead birds on the driveway from least to most decayed and pandora has carefully foraged a bunch of poisonous plants and fungi and their parents are just like. oh you two, so creative and smart.

also the potential when barty meets the parents for the first time. he is so dumbfounded to walk in and see that the people who raised his two favorite freaks are adorable and so Normal. he has way too much fun with the whole thing.

#rosier twins #idk just thought this was fun

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rebeccathenaturalist · 5 months

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So. ID apps. Do I use them in my classes? Yes, but only iNaturalist, because you get an additional layer of verification by actual human beings rather than just the initial algorithmic suggestions. And, more importantly, I stress again and again and again that apps are NOT to be the only tool you use, but need to be used in conjunction with field guides, online groups, and other tools, which we also discuss in class. This is especially true if you're planning to eat anything you pick.

I get incredibly frustrated by how ID apps are often touted as all you need to identify animals, plants, and fungi. (I've even seen them described as "a Master Naturalist in your pocket".) Yes, it's nice to have a convenient tool on your phone that allows you to take a picture of something and get a suggestion of what it is. But that's all it is--a suggestion. iNaturalist, Google Lens, PlantSnap, and other apps are incapable of critical thinking and observation skills. All they can do is take the visual, temporal, and location data that you give them and churn up suggestions based on whatever they already have in their databases.

Nature identification is a detail-oriented skill that takes time and practice to learn, and if you want to do it right there aren't any one-step shortcuts. Can an app potentially narrow down the possible species you're observing? Sure. But YOU still have to be the one to do the actual work in determining whether the species the app has suggested is the one you're looking at in person or not; you CANNOT just take the app at its word, because apps can often be wrong.

And this is even more the case when we're talking about edible mushrooms, many of which have lookalikes. (Trying to figure out which Little Brown Mushroom you have can be an exercise in frustration, to say the least.) While there are a lot of people getting into foraging who are willing to do the actual work needed to determine a given mushroom's species, there are unfortunately also those who just want quick and easy answers without a lot of effort, and those are the people who are going to go no further than the app's results. The articles that promote apps as the quick and easy answers these people want aren't helping, either.

By the way, I am ALWAYS happy to help people find resources to help them with identifying various beings in nature. I'm also fine with taking a look at photos and giving my perspective on what something may be (though, again, don't use me as your only source.) While I do teach foraging, I am first and foremost a nature identification instructor, and I want to help people go about learning the life forms around them correctly (and in the case of edible species, safely.)

#nature identification #identification apps #plant apps #mushroom apps #foraging #mushroom foraging #mushroom hunting #mushrooms #fungi #plants #wild foods #nature #ecology #science #educational #mushroom poisoning #poisonous plants #mycology #botany

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analexthatexists · 29 days

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THIS. TOOK. FOREVER.

BUT IT'S FINALLY FRICKING DONE.

Introducing my take on the Nightmare of this Superhero AU. This story and Nightmare’s design(s) are highly inspired by Spiderman villains, Resident Evil, and The Last of Us! Thanks to @thenocturnenarrator for helping me with this! Superhero AU belongs to @thelunarsystemwrites!

This turned out so much more gruesome and complex than I expected, so VISUAL AND DESCRIPTIVE CW for the following;

Lab Experimentation (Might be considered child experimentation), Body Horror involving mushrooms growing out of the body, Gore, Blood, Insects, Vomiting, and potentially heavy subjects that not all viewers may like.

Backstory

Meet Nightmare “Nyx” Yggdrasil, a 12-13 year old who was kidnapped and experimented on alongside his brother Dream. At the time, he was only able to talk to plants and comprehend how they felt, but that was going to change very soon. The scientists wanted to enhance the powers of the soul’s magic, creating a serum that could do so but was incapable of working on Nightmare’s current state. His “soul” couldn’t be classified as one, seeing as it was more of a purple fireball of pure negative energy, so they needed a way to make it something tangible and experimental. They eventually gain the idea to have the brothers eat a Gold Apple from their home world so their “souls” can merge with the apples and therefore be alterable. While Dream’s process goes fine, Nightmare’s Apple obviously rots, but he’s still forced to eat it, and soon after so he’s injected with the enhancing serum. This not only enhances his ability to talk to plants to being able to control them and connect with them on a higher level, but it enhances the magic and power of the Black Apple, causing black goop to begin tearing out of Nightmare’s body. To prevent his body from literally ripping itself apart from the inside, Nightmare controls the plants around him to seal himself away into a large, cocoon-like growth. A few months pass after Dream escapes the lab with CORE FRISK, and the cocoon breaks open.

The fungi and other plant life had merged with his body. Nightmare was still mostly mentally there, but the cordyceps merging with most of his body was taking tolls on his brain and making him go a little crazy, not to mention the pent up vengeance and wrath he was feeling. Naturally, he slaughtered everyone in the laboratory and fled to the same place Dream and various other superheroes found themselves in. Craving any sort of comfort and affection, he forced together a team of supervillains including Dust, Horror, Killer, and maybe other willing characters. He’s convinced everyone including himself that he assembled the group for personal revenges on the world and to show everyone that they’ll be more than just tools, as well as general instinct telling him to feed off people’s suffering and all that.

But deep down, it’s just because he doesn’t want to be alone with nothing. Never again after all of the suffering he felt growing up in the laboratory…

Powers

Pre-Experimentation

Plant Communication

Hand-To-Hand Combat

Post-Experimentation

Phytokinesis / Plant Manipulation (Includes roots, mushrooms and fungi, flowers, ETC)

Poison Expulsion and Immunity (He pretty much vomits it up, or can poison people with poisonous plants/spores)

Regeneration

Spore Infiltration (He uncontrollably gives off spores every time he exhales as well as from his body’s fungi. Inhaling these spores can cause headaches and nausea, but severe cases can result in brainwashing, in which a host will become a mindless drone forced to take commands from Nightmare)

If a skeleton is spore-infested, they must wash out their skeletal system and clear all spores before the spores begin growing inside of the body and through the eye sockets and bones. The fungi that grow from these spores feed off a person’s negative energy and soul magic, slowly draining them and turning them into an emotionless husk, eventually killing them and leaving behind a visceral mess of flesh and flora. Humans and non-skeletal Monsters require more advanced surgical procedures to remove spores and fungi, and have far lower chances of surviving the infection.

Abilities

Insect Attraction (The foul stench that Nightmare gives off usually attracts flies, maggots, worms, caterpillars, ETC to feed on and live in parts of his body. This also means it’s not just chunks of moss and goop he’s throwing up…)

Nauseation and Headaches (Nightmare smells like rotting flesh and mushrooms, and the scent is very potent)

Intimidation (He’s scary!)

Weaknesses

Extreme Flammability/Fire

Explosives (He’s weak to those and generally dislikes the loud noises)

Light/Blaster Magic

Herbicides/Plant-Toxic Chemicals

Low Temperatures/Cold Climates

Abandonment (General Fear/Phobia)

Other Information

Alignment is Chaotic Neutral that eventually becomes Chaotic Evil

He's asexual and biromantic

One drastic difference involving this Nightmare from the original personality-wise is that Passive Nightmare is still in-tact. He's not dead in this AU, he's just been driven a little mad by vengeance and his own fungus. The apple he had consumed WASN'T the one that was possessed by the human that killed Nim; It was a Gold Apple he turned rotten, meaning he'd have more of his conscious than the main universe's Nightmare

Furthermore, he's also more of a liar and willing to bend the truth, such as when he lies to himself and others about the true reasons as to why he formed a team

Nightmare doesn’t leave his team to fight alone; he comes along with them every chance he gets to, even if it seems like a bad idea towards the others

When Nightmare realizes who Dream is, he’s hellbent on killing him and everyone that he has bonds and friendships with. He believes Dream had abandoned him and wishes to exact the same suffering he had to go through. It’s that Spiderverse-Miles-And-Spot “They turned you into a lovable hero, but I was turned into THIS.” dynamic we all know and love. Nightmare’s also very envious of his brother due to the fact he got to live a better, more fulfilling life than he did

Nightmare could definitely do that sick “Akira hand explosion attack” thing

#“Keep it simple” says my friend when I tell her about the Superhero AU #I absolutely did not keep it simple #I’ve never cooked this hard on a character’s motives and inner fears #i’m so proud of myself #dreamtale #nightmare sans #sans au #dreamtale au #passive nightmare sans #corrupted nightmare sans #superhero AU #Utmv superhero au #alex draws stuff #cw gore #cw vomit #cw blood #entomophobia #cw bugs #SH!Nightmare

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moonstruckdraws · 1 month

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Meet Sage!

A mushroom yokai based on the Bleeding Fairy Helmet (Mycena haematopus) & Luci's partner!

Her design; I feel like her design is what you'd expect from a mushroom character, with the bellcap on the head & such. I gave her stubbed feet cuz she's a fungus & they don't got any feet lol. I also gave her that indent some mushrooms have on her cap for fun.

Bleeding Fairies are common in NA & EU, but are also found in Japan & Venezuela, & I'll take any reason to draw clothing from Japan. So I gave her a haori with simple designed sleeves. Keepin it simple & honestly it looked better with the design only on the sleeves (& I don't have the sanity to draw a complex design every time but maybe one day).

I am EXTREMELY happy with her hair because I used the gills (underside of the cap) of the mushroom to round out & look like bangs! And I'm happy with it because it looks cute lol

Sage is from the Mushroom Forest, while the forest itself is not a living environment for other yokai, it is her home. She used to reside near Mermaid Lagoon; away from the Battle Nexus as criminals & thugs tended to hang around the outskirts (like what Raph & the Mud Dogz did) Currently though, Sage is living in Witch Town.

Alright, her biology (don't expect it to be 100% accurate to the actual mushroom lol)

The Bleeding Fairy Helmet is called as such because when damaged, it'll emit a deep red color like blood. While I did cover her in bandages, I swear she's not fragile. She's actually quite sturdy & literally thick skinned (despite being a thin-stemmed mushroom).

She's got chompers!! Little piranha she is. I gave her chompers because she's a mushroom which are decomposers. She loves any edible plants and can/will eat tree bark. While Bleeding Fairies aren't said to be poisonous, it's recommended not to eat them due to possible toxins they produce. So, I made it so she's immune to other toxins & has high resistance to poison & venom (though not invulnerable).

I think yokai naturally emit mystic energy or just have an aura of potential energy, so Sage's mystic energy would spawn fungi when she walks on special soils full of mystic energy. This always happens on the soil in the Mushroom Forest & can be a compass to where lots of mystic energy is.

Bleeding Fairies are a bioluminescent mushroom, but with very weak bioluminescence. I of course did not follow that, nor made it the biologically correct glowing color, because it's more fun. I love blue bioluminescence & it contrasts her reds. Haven't really decided on which hue of blue, but i'll figure it out lol. Anyway, she glows automatically when it is dark. It's of the brightness of lava lamps, but she can dim her glow but never fully off. She also glows sometimes, at a less intense level, when feeling strong emotions (mainly sadness or surprise)

As said before, Sage now lives in Witch Town. Though her reasons for moving are unknown, she adapts quite well in the area. Though she many stays in her home, she enjoys strolling around the Hidden City & trying new things.

She works as one of Witch Town's herbalists & studies medicine and plants. She is still technically in training as she learns to a bit of magic from her mentor & expanding her mystic powers.

Sage gains possession of a cloaking brooch from her mentor as a gift for her dedication & because of her interest of the surface world. (I have not designed this yet, but maybe this weekend lol). She doesn't carry it on her person constantly, only when planning to make trips up to the surface.

#sage the mushroom #i will be post a sketch page of her & Luci in like 20 mins #i just rather it be separate #I think she looks adorable #she's so CUTE!#now i have 2 children #idk if i'll design her mentor or give her a relative but i'll think about it

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A TV channel in my area plays Star Trek TOS episodes on Saturday night, last week's episode was the one about how the writers were scared of hippies lol.

Anyway, in the episode they go the anvilicious route of making all the plants on that planet incredibly poisonous (and the hippies I guess too technophobic to wave a tricorder over a bush before deciding they want to settle there), but before they found out about that there was a line about the planet having no animals and, wait, even if the biochemistries were compatible, wouldn't a planet with no animals logically be pretty difficult for humans to survive on, especially if the humans are going to go full anprim and live as gatherers?

Obviously getting enough protein might be a problem. And I think there's some vitamin you can only get from animals? You only need tiny amounts of it IIRC, small enough that preindustrial vegetarian Jains were able to get enough from insect contamination in their food, but on a planet with no animals at all that would be a huge problem!

But also, no animals would logically mean no fruit, right? Fruit exist to entice animals to move a plant's seeds around for it. If there's no animals, there's no reason for plants to expend energy on growing them. Plants on a planet with no animals would probably mostly propagate by wind-blown seeds, and have seeds similar to dandelion fluff, small and very light to easily disperse in the wind.

That basically leaves tubers. Which probably would exist; they might be even more useful on a planet where there are no animals to plunder such rich stores of energy (though I guess there'd probably be parasitic fungi and stuff evolved to exploit them). On the other hand, on a planet with no browsers or grazers the main selection pressures driving the evolution of tubers would be winter, drought, and fire, so if "Eden" has a nice climate it might not have a lot of tubers either.

I don't think it'd look nice and pretty and park-like like the planet in the episode either. For one thing, I think, just like it has no fruit, it'd have no flowers except things similar to dandelion puffs; there'd be nothing to pollinate them. With no animals with eyes, there'd be no reason for plants to evolve parts with dramatic color contrast. Its vegetation would be rather visually monotonous, mostly greens and browns. But also, and more importantly in terms of its potential (or lack of thereof) for human habitation, that kind of lush but open park-like landscape is what you get when vegetation is being regularly pruned back by people or animals or fire or some combination of those things. I think a planet with no animals would have very different vegetation growth patterns, more like...

In areas dry enough for burning seasons, I think you might get a fire-adapted ecology where fire does some of what grazers and browsers do on Earth. With no grazers and browsers and the main selection pressure being competition between plants, you'd get a dense tangled profusion of growth and lots of slowly decomposing dead plant material (cause there's no animals to help break it down or prune the leaves before they get a chance to die and fall off, just bacteria and fungi). It'd probably be rather difficult for a human to walk through, a forest choked with a dense profusion of undergrowth and dead stuff; at least there are no thorns, and nothing like poison oak; with no animals there's no selection pressure for thorns or poison. In dry parts of the year, this accumulation of living and dead plant material becomes a tinderbox for wildfires. If a planet like this looks idyllic from orbit, it's cause you arrived in mid-spring/mid-autumn; come in summer/winter, when dry seasons are in full swing, and you would see huge wildfires and skies stained with smoke. The oldest and biggest trees are tough enough to usually survive the burning, but the undergrowth is cleared. After the burn, seeds sprout and saplings grow quickly, competing to take advantage of the cleared ground, quickly filling the forest back up with a tangled profusion of growth and an increasing accumulation of slowly rotting dead material, completing the cycle.

On the other hand, on the same planet, in the places with lots of rain and conditions favorable to evergreen plants, there might be forests of enormous trees with forest floors that are pretty open but rather dark, barren, and muddy, with most light being blocked by a dense cathedral-like canopy far above. They'd smell of mud and rot, as the forest floor has accumulated large amounts of slowly decomposing leaf litter fallen from the canopy far above and has a mostly decomposer-based ecology of fungi and bacteria that slowly feeds on that. This is an ecosystem of trees and rot, and the trees make no fruit, they reproduce by seeds like dandelion fluff, small and very light to float on the wind, and they don't even produce much of that; they live a very long time and reproduce very slowly, partially because they're Cronuses; their dense canopy starves their own offspring of light along with everything else. For all the green lushness of their canopies these forests are low-energy ecosystems, conservative ecosystems, defined by the almost total victory of ancient, mighty incumbents; these are the Cronus forests, the lands of the Cronus trees.

There's very little energy available to humans in these Cronus woods. Some edible mushrooms, maybe; that'd be about it. Very possibly humans simply could not survive here, except perhaps in tiny numbers and by living in almost hermit-like isolation and dispersal. The Cronus forests might be almost as hostile as the Sahara or Antarctica, a place where the likely fate of some unfortunate stranded human explorer would be to die of hunger lying on the roots of some sequoia-size Cronus tree that was ancient when Julius Caesar marched into Gaul, staring up into cathedral-like dense green canopy through which only a dim twilight illumination filters even at mid-day, their nose filled with the reek of mud and rot.

Humans might try to terraform the Cronus forests by opening them, but I think that might be quite difficult for low-tech humans. The obvious efficient strategy for attacking the Cronus trees would be to set fire to them, but fire would be one of the primary natural threats to the Cronus trees, and a strong selection pressure on them, so I expect them to be well-adapted to resist it, with fire-retardant chemicals in their bark, wood, sap, and leaves so they resist ignition, and with their sheer size protecting them. The floors of the Cronus woods would receive almost no direct sunlight and therefore be cool and probably damp, and they would have very little undergrowth; fire would probably not spread easily through such an environment. It might be more effective to set torch to the canopies, but they would be dozens or maybe even hundreds of meters above the ground; quite a climb, on a tree that's probably more-or-less a branchless trunk much of the way up, and you've got to climb back down after setting the tree on fire.

That leaves tediously timbering them one by one. With, say, Medieval technology, this might work! The Cronus trees look mighty and their rule assured, but they are actually quite vulnerable. They are slow. Their defenses are purely passive. They literally could not make a single motion to defend themselves as an enemy attacked them with steel saws and axes. And they reproduce very slowly; if they could be timbered efficiently, it would be easy to destroy them faster than they reproduce. An enemy that can think and move is an outside context problem for them, something that never existed in their environment and therefore something they are totally unprepared for. Humans with steel saws and axes might be very efficient killers of these ancient titans.

But steel axes are pretty high-tech if you think agriculture was a mistake. Without metal tools? Imagine trying to bring down a giant sequoia without metal tools, so the axe is something delicate like obsidian or bone, or it has to be very tediously ground to a blade, or you're basically trying to bring the (big and structurally strong!) tree down by bashing it to a pulp, and big saws are probably impossible. Now imagine having to do that over and over again. Imagine trying to clear a forest that stretches from horizon to horizon that way.

If very low-tech humans can inhabit the Cronus forests at all, I think it might be as, like, highly dispersed small families who move around constantly and rarely meet each other, living on the occasional patch of edible mushrooms or other tid-bit, cause there just isn't enough energy to support anything denser. And even then, they might have to stick to the edge, where other ecozones are accessible, cause, like, would mushrooms even have all the nutrients you need?

I mean, I guess there would be some kind of open woodland areas? I think a planet with no animals would have more forest than a more Earth-like planet with the same climate, cause you've removed a major inhibition on plant growth. Think of how places like highland Scotland used to be forested, but when humans with livestock were added to the mix it became more-or-less an open grassland landscape. I think you'd see a similar effect comparing Plantworld to a version of the same planet that had animals; places that would be marginally viable forest without browsers would be grassland or open woodland with them. But a planet with no animals is probably going to have areas wet enough for plants but too dry for forests, so it'll probably have some grassland equivalents. But...

... Grass in natural prairies often gets pretty tall, doesn't it? And that's with grazers. A grass-equivalent that evolved on a world without grazers would be more selected by competition against other plants. I think no selection by grazing but more selection by competition against other plants might favor more investment in individual stalks. And instead of looking like our grass, these plants would have a cluster of little branches and leaves at the top, for better light interception - and to shade and thus inhibit the growth of any rivals growing near their base!

So, maybe... The experience of walking in a grassland in no animals world is very different from walking through a lawn or even the kind of knee-high or less wild grass I see around the Bay Area. The grass is tall. It's taller than you. The stalks are thick too; finger-thick and hollow; it's more like a forest of young bamboo. It feels more like walking in a cornfield. And it's surprisingly dark. Each stalk has a little crown of small branches and leaves, and together they make a surprisingly dense canopy not far above your head. The effect is claustrophobic and eerie. It has a vibe a little like the Cronus woods. And that's not an accident; these plants are essentially much smaller versions of the Cronus trees; tighter constraints, similar strategy. This place replicates the Cronus woods in miniature. This is the Cronus prairie, the land of the Cronus grass.

This probably doesn't sound like a place you'd like. If it's any consolation, if the Cronus grasses had minds they probably wouldn't like you either. Unlike the Cronus trees, the Cronus grass is small and vulnerable enough to experience you, fast-moving muscles-having thing, as the outside context problem you are on its world. You move through the Cronus grass and break a stalk. What a calamity to that plant! All the energy and resources it poured into building that stalk, all that work, the work of its life, undone in an instant! Now it has no crown to drink the sun, and its luckier neighboring competitors will close over it, and it will die without ever having a chance to scatter its gossamer seeds on the wind. Or maybe it's a different, longer-lived sort of Cronus grass (Cronus grass and Cronus tree aren't species, they're strategies and niches), and in the soil below the base of the stalk, where the long-lived part of the plant lives, there is a tuber, from which it can pull stored energy to regenerate the stalk, but this only prolongs the failure cycle; that energy was supposed to be used to regenerate the stalk after the Cronus prairie burns in the dry season and is reduced to a horizon-to-horizon smoldering plain of bare earth and ash; now its energy stores will be depleted when the fire comes, and afterward it will not be able to keep pace with the growth and regeneration of its neighbors and rivals, and they will close over it and it will die.

Those tubers make the Cronus prairie the best place on this planet for humans to live. Some of the Cronus grasses are annuals and live only one year, dying in the fires of the dry season and leaving only seeds to continue their lineage, but many are long-lived, with root systems that survive the fires, and these all have tubers that store energy to regenerate their stalk after the burn. In the competitive scramble after the burn the advantage offered by such a pre-existing storehouse of caloric wealth is huge, and these plants evolved in the absence of any animals that might raid them. Think of the Cronus prairie as a vast field of turnips and potatoes, with multiple edible plants in every square foot of soil, stretching from horizon to horizon. Here, at last, is something like the promise of Eden; food provided abundantly by nature with no need to work the soil, simply waiting to be dug up, available in such quantity that there would be little motivation for hard toil or war. That is, if you don't mind a monotonous diet of bland and nutrient-poor tubers, every day, every year, almost every meal, from the day you are weaned to the day you die. Low-tech human inhabitants of the Cronus prairie would have plenty of calories, but getting enough protein and other nutrients to stay alive and healthy might be a very hard struggle for them, and they might often suffer from malnutrition.

The abundance of the Cronus prairie would also be fragile. The tuber-growing Cronus grasses are long-lived and reproduce slowly, and digging up the tuber would probably destroy one. All the defenses they use to protect their precious hordes of carbohydrates are against enemies as slow as themselves, bacteria and fungi and specialized "vampire plants" without chlorophyll; they are not evolved to deal with raiders with muscles and eyes who can simply physically dig up the tubers. It would be quite easy for humans to slip into harvesting them faster than they reproduce.

Imagine what life might be like for a low-tech inhabitant of the Cronus prairie, a few hundred or a few thousand years after establishment.

Your staple food is something like turnip soup (the stalks of the Cronus grass furnish the fuel for cooking). No animals in your world have yet developed the ability to breathe on land, but there are things a little like insects you can find in creeks and rivers; they are enough to supply your people with the nutrients you absolutely must get from animals. Your people wean your babies late, because mother's milk is one of the precious few foods available to you that is not Cronus grass tubers and is much more nourishing. You've learned to feed your children small amounts of human feces to establish the gut microbiomes they need to process food. Finding enough food that isn't Cronus grass tubers to get all the nutrients you need is a struggle, but you know if you eat only Cronus grass tubers you will get sick and die slowly. In fact, your people are chronically malnourished and chronically ill, but you live long and most of your children grow up anyway, because your world has few bacteria and viruses capable of infecting humans, so your immune systems don't have to be very strong. In a desperate measure to increase protein consumption, your people have incorporated cannibalism of the deceased into your funeral rituals (your people view the practice as loving and reverential and normal, not desperate; it is done only to people who have already died of natural causes and allows their flesh to still be part of the tribe while their bones are shallowly buried to nourish the Cronus grass). Water bugs and human flesh are the only meats you've ever tasted. It is the beginning of the dry season, and the sky is stained with high-altitude smoke from the vast wildfires already burning hundreds of kilometers to the north. Soon your people must move northwest to the island of barren rock that rises from the Cronus prairie or southwest to the Cronus woods; there is little food in those places, but the fire stops at their boundaries, and to be caught out in the Cronus prairie when the fire walks across it is death.

You know, if you're going with "hippies have an overly romanticized view of nature and therefore don't deal with it well," I think I'd kind of prefer this. Just making the plants on "Eden" super-poisonous is just kind of an arbitrary fuck you, but... "Planet with no animals and sufficient abundance that you can survive as a gatherer without much effort" is totally something I could see as a hippie fantasy; no need for hard toil or alienating technology, little temptation toward war, no dangerous animals that might hurt you, and no temptation toward carnivory. But it's an ecologically incoherent fantasy! You are also an animal! A world with no place for animals has no place for you! It will probably not be an easy world for you to survive on! Of course, it'd be difficult to portray this in a one hour TV episode; would probably work a lot better with a novel.

Also, you could flip this around: if you think about it, it's actually really weird that a planet with no animals has fruit (even super-poisonous fruit). Maybe it's not a natural wilderness. Maybe it's somebody's food forest.

Suggestion: "Eden" is actually a heavily gardened world maintained by one of those state-repelling cultures James C. Scott talks about. Its inhabitants are not humanoid and have totally different biochemistry from us, so the local food's perfectly edible, palatable, and nourishing to them. They mostly live as gatherers at a low level technology, doing the sort of proto-agricultural ecosystem engineering lots of hunter-gatherers do on Earth. They maintain just enough technology to tell them when a starship is dropping by. When that happens, they crawl into little hidey-holes and go into a deep hibernation, which makes starship sensors not register them as alive. They come out of hibernation a few days later or something, which is usually enough time for visitors with more galactic-normal biochemistry to realize the plants on the planet are poisonous to them, lose interest in it, and leave.

Something something people who reject the value system of settler colonial society but don't reject the terra nullius myth.

Also, I might use these ideas for a planet in my own sci fi, cause it has a premise that easily lends itself to such a scenario happening somewhere in it.

#Star Trek #writing ideas #speculative biology #cw: gross #cw: cannibalism

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jayden-okayden · 1 year

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Imagine; Falling asleep on their shoulder- SFW

With: Arthur, John, Charles, Sean, Kieran, Javier, Lenny, and Bill.

Arthur Morgan

Arthur was half-listening to another of Uncle’s stories, leaned back against the log you were both propped up against, when he felt something drop onto his shoulder. About to shove whoever it was off, he froze upon seeing you leaned against him, eyes shut as you finally gave in to the rest you so needed. Glancing back at the group, the brunette rolled his eyes as he watched Pearson holding out his hands for the other three men to reluctantly shove a few bills into.

John Marston

After nearly three hours of guard duty, you were practically thanking God when Bill came to relieve you from your post. You made your way back to camp, pulling up a chair at a table next to John and watching him play blackjack with Lenny. A few games in, you already felt your eyes drifting shut, and ended up with your cheek pressed against Johns shoulder.

He finally looked up at you, eyes widening slightly as he realized what had happened. Looking back to Lenny, he groaned as the younger man offered a smug grin, picking up the game where they left off.

John was stuck in the same spot until long after Lenny had ended the game.

Charles Smith

You begrudgingly had agreed to going hunting with Charles after a fair amount of his insistence, and the mountain of a man quickly realized why you never asked or were asked to go hunting. Most of your day was spent tracking down a deer multiple times after you had scared it off from clumsily snapping a branch underfoot.

The man finally had enough and (as nonchalantly as possible) asked if you would be interested in foraging some ingredients for Pearson. Luckily, he was well aware that you knew your plants and fungi, and didn’t have to worry about you bringing back something potentially poisonous to camp.

What he wasn’t prepared for, however, was when you were practically falling asleep standing up when he returned to your shared horse with a deer on his shoulder. Albeit after a bit of your stubborn complaining, though, he was able to convince you to sit in front of him on the ride back and rest against his front, so he could make sure you wouldn’t fall off the horse.

You spent the ride back cuddled against him with one of his arms around your midsection protectively.

Sean Macguire

He was telling some story to the group, another one of the life lessons his Pa’ taught him. The Irishman was aware that his stories bored you half to death, but he only stopped speaking momentarily when you nodded off, leaning over and weighing in on his side. He tucked an arm around you, fixing your jacket so it covered you more, and was launching himself back into his story telling.

What the redhead didn’t realize, was the smile spreading across your face as he fussed over you and made sure you were comfortable.

Kieran Duffy

The poor man. You had been teasing him nearly all day already, and he finally caught a break when you walked off to spend time with Miss Jones, saying something to him about helping the ladies with a few chores that needed doing.

He was taking a break from tending to the horses at the moment, leaned up against a tree with the brim of his hat shielding his eyes from the afternoon sun. Just as his eyes were closing, he felt a “thump” on the grass next to him, and looked up just in time to see you getting onto the ground and laying your head in his lap gingerly.

“Hey, Kieran, you don’t mind if I join you, right?” His heart raced, his pulse only evening out when you grinned, eyes fluttering shut as you fell asleep(?)

Wait- now you were asleep! Good lord, you would be the death of him.

Javier Escuella

He’s been tuning his guitar. Or at least, that’s what he had been doing before you came over and removed the instrument from his grasp, setting it on a table nearby and replacing its spot in the ravenettes’ lap. Any other time, Javier would have immediately began flirting with you the moment you took his guitar, but the obvious fatigue in your face silenced him, and he didn’t object to the embrace for even a second.

After a few minutes, he started humming in your ear, gently rocking as his voice carried a light melody.

Lenny Summers

It was a long day. You, Lenny, and Sean had set out to rob a stagecoach, and as fate would have it, the lockbox in the back was actually molded into the carriage, and the three of you decided it was a better idea to steal the entire stagecoach rather than waste time trying to crack open a lock box, or make noise using bullets.

Luckily enough, Sean recalled Arthur telling him about a fence near Valentine that would buy stolen stagecoaches, and your trio made their way through the countryside. Lenny had just stopped the carriage to swap places with Sean for a break from steering, and took a seat next to you.

You were already asleep, and the young man internally cringed at the angle your neck was at as you rested, debating on moving you into a more comfortable position. Before he could entertain the idea, though, the wagon hit a rock, and you jolted, falling over and into Lenny’s careful embrace. Had he known you would snuggle into him, he would have simply steadied you in your seat.

Bill Williamson

You were both sitting in the Rhodes jail, waiting for Sheriff Gray to finish looking over the bail money and paperwork so you could bring Uncle home before the weekend. Of course, the old fool had drank too much at the saloon and gotten a bit too friendly with a waitress.

Bill was currently mulling over what to say to Uncle once he was free to go, imagining each scenario in which he would get away with at least one punch to the jaw. His train of thought was cut off, however, once you toppled over on the bench and into the mans side. He caught you, and put an arm around you to keep you steady as you nodded off.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption imagine #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #arthur morgan #john marston #charles smith #sean macguire #kieran duffy #javier escuella #lenny summers #bill williamson #fanfic #imagine #fluff

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literaryhomos · 2 years

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C/W: gn!reader; angst; angst to fluff; worried tighnari; a brief mention of the words "borderline kill yourself" is a thing but it's just tighnari being scared :(; likely ooc, actually; i've never written for this sassy fox mushroom nerd before; no beta we die like signora; could be read as platonic but you gotta be blind as fuck my guy; hc that rukkashava mushrooms are toxic as fuck bc yk; they look it;

END C/W.

A/N: yeah i made this ig. i fell in love w/ tighnari at first sight and just ":]]]]" every time he went on screen. i didn't mean to make it angsty. i swear i didn't. anyways ty to this post for giving me ideas. you're to blame for this dumpster fire, buddy. 👍

So without further adieu ....

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Tighnari's Guide To Why You Should Not Eat Sentient Fungi (Or, Why You Should!)

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"Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Doing what?"

You try to convince Tighnari that you have no idea what he's talking about, but judging by his reaction, it really doesn't seem to work.

It doesn't help that this is your third sweetwater mushroom this month.

"I have explained to you countless times what the effects of sweetwater mushrooms are. I've also explained the effects of raw rukkashava mushrooms, the large glowing mushrooms in the mushroom forest, and even the sentient fungi that riddle the forest grounds."

Tighnari opens his mouth before just sighing. You shrug. "I'm a bit forgetful?" It's a silly and sheepish response, but you're not very good at making up excuses. You'd think by the fourth or fifth scolding you would be.

Tighnari stammers for a bit, at a loss for words. That didn't work.

"You ate a sentient fungus. That is not forgetfulness that is- I don't even- what could possibly motivate you to eat a breathing, floating fungus?! Do you have a death wish?! We didn't even have a filled reaserch paper on what would happen if you tried to eat those because anyone who tried was a known idiot! I can't even fathom an explanation as to why in the entirety of Teyvat-"

"Yep, I get it. I'm really stupid for doing a really dumb thing. Yeah, yeah. Anyways, would you mind readressing the toxic mushrooms again? Juuuust in case i do a stupid thing all over again? Please?" You give him your most convincing puppy eyes. They probably didn't work but he agrees anyways. You know he'd never miss a chance to rant about mushrooms.

You've always found his enthusiam about them endearing.

"... I don't exactly appreciate being interrupted, but it certainly couldn't hurt."

Tighnari clears his throat.

"The first and most important thing to note about Sumeru's fungi is that while some are edible, that's certainly not the case with all of them. Some fungi, like the sweetwater mushroom cause smaller adverse effects like halucinations, while others - rukkashava mushrooms, for instance - are potentially fatal. Distinguishing the difference between these mushrooms is extremely important ..."

You listen to him ramble on about the difference between edible and sweetwater mushrooms for the first half before moving on to rukkashavae fungi. He then explains the effects of the evolved fungi around Sumeru - emphasising that it's for your sake - and you wink at him. He glares at you before going back to what he was saying as you chuckle to yourself.

You haven't been a forest ranger for too long; you graduated under Tighnari pretty recently in fact. You had applied to be forest ranger trainee, and you were luckily accepted. Immediately, you saw Tighnari and if you didn't believe in love at first sight, you certainly did now.

When he introduced himself as your instructor, you mentally fist-pumped as he started to tell you about one of the most important lessons you'd ever learn as a trainee. The difference between fatal, poisonous, and harmless fungi.

Even though you did try to listen, you wouldn't stop staring at his ears. His big, tall, fluffy, ears that looked oh so soft. He seemed to notice evident by his mildly annoyed questioning of 'is something troubling you?' to which you practically begged to touch his ears. Much to your dismay, he replied with a very adamant 'no.' before continuing on. You giggled and just stared at him the whole way through.

After a while - and a lot of poisonous mushrooms - you two started to get closer. Tighnari may seem stern at first, but the way he tends to people shows that at the root of it all he does care; even while scolding it's in their best interests. You realized that when you two started joking around and having fun.

You didn't want to brag, but you felt a lot closer to Tighnari than the rest of the other trainees.

When you did finally graduate, you were happy. I mean, you were an official forest ranger now, how great is that? Tighnari even conrgatulated you for it personally. It made you feel great, but when you were put on a mission with someone other than Tighnari you started to feel a bit lonely.

It was sad, really. You and Tighnari were practically never paired together, and you couldn't really tell if you missed what you had or if you just missed Tighnari. It hurt, and so you tried to replace it.

You would joke around with your other partners. Play around, have some fun on missions the same way you used to with Tighnari.

It wasn't the same though.

Nobody would scold you while doing something stupid, yelling more as your giggles turn to laughter because they're so worked up.

Nobody would see a new plant or animal and immediately try to get your attention, this normally cold forest ranger going starry-eyed as you smile endearingly at him while he goes on and on about the local wildlife in this particular section of the forest.

Nobody would help you get out of the forest when you got lost, gesturing to follow him as he tells you he knows exactly where you are, occasionally gripping your wrist because 'you aren't paying attention' as you just giggle and tease him.

You'd tease him about little things, small things like how despite his aversion to touch, he'd still grip your wrist. How he'd change the subject as his ears and tail twitch - presumably from the storm, though you liked to think you were flustering him. You'd joke to him about it, saying that maybe it was just his excuse to touch you, but every time he touched your hand ever so slightly you felt fishes swimming circles around your stomach, usually accompanied by a cottonny feeling under your skin. Soft and fluffy, warm like your own personal blanket even as the cold, wet drops of rain and dew hit your face from high-up leaves.

You remember thinking you were the only person who's wrist he's touched in a while, even if it is just to guide you out.

You remember how he never truly denied your claims.

At the end of it all, it was evident that you missed all those moments simply because it was Tighnari. You missed the fun because Tighnari was the only person you knew who could provide to you all those moments and more.

Moments that could of been.

Moments that should have been.

But, then you had an idea.

Tighnari's information abput mushrooms had always stood out to you, but you could never figure out why. You always remembered looking at various mushrooms and trying to figure out exactly why you found them so peculiar.

At least, until you accidentally ate a rukkashava mushroom.

Forgetting that they were inedible, nigh-deadly, and required immediate medical attention as soon as they were eaten, you decided to cook one as you couldn't find much food anywhere else. It looked alright, so it couldn't have been too bad, anyways.

Until you started getting dizzy, when your partner at the time asked if you were alright you responded with an obvious 'yes' obviously. I mean, so what? Maybe you were a little dizzy but it couldn't have been that bad. Sure, you walked into a tree twice, got them lost at least 4 times in the span of a few minutes, but everything was a-okay!

You passed out shortly after.

Only to wake up to a 'tsk' from a familiar voice.

Opening your eyes showed a small blur of green, white and black, with some very tall almost triangular appendages on top.

Tighnari?

He seemed to be tending to you, getting some sort of medicine as your head lay on his lap. Noticing you opened your eyes, he sighed, before asking why you had eaten an extremely rare, and more importantly extremely dangerous type of mushroom.

You explained that you had forgotten at the time and that you were hungry, because, well, you were, and you had. As Tighnari glared at you, seemingly looking for a more satisfactory answer. After not getting it, he just sighed, and told you not to do it again.

Huh?

Why didn't he ... ?

When you asked why Tighnari didn't scold you, he simply explained that he knows your potential and your mind. He knows that sometimes, you slip up and do something a little stupid. He understood that, and explained that it's fine to do that,

occasionally, nobody's perfect, afterall. Tighnari knew that with you and your experience, it was definitely the most likely out of all the possibilities to be just a silly little mistake, but asked for the next mistake not to be eating a potentially fatal mushroom. You giggled, and said it wouldn't.

Not by accident, anyway.

Suddenly, you had an idea.

Due to never being on the same missions with Tighnari, you never got to see him. If you had eaten a potentially poisonous mushroom, you were taken to see Tighnari.

After that little visit, and after you fully recovered, you decided on a way to be able to spend more time with your beloved little fox boy. A way that wouldn't really interfere with his work schedule, and a way that you could blame on just 'another messy slip-up.'

...

"... s'cuse me! Excuse me. Hello?"

Tighnari snapped his fingers in front of your face.

"Huh- what-?" You look around. That's right, you're facing the consequences of your actions.

Seems you spaced out for a bit.

"Oh. Hi, Tighnari!" You say, a cheerful tone dipped in honey. Excitement and a kind warmness swirl together and flood your prescence all over again before you freeze. Tighnari's arms are crossed and he's frowning. Usually, this would mean he's ready to scold you, but this is different.

It's an expression you've never seen before on him.

Was he mad? Agitated? No, he's scolded you hundreds of times, you'd know when he glares sharp, piercing daggers that bypass your eyes and into your soul. But, this time it's soft; instead of that light but familiar stabbing, you feel cold. Chilly, an icy feeling like lying under a waterfall, and as the water drops on your face, you start to look back with the same sorrowed expression.

Pity. No, worry.

He was worried about you.

" ... Are you alright?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm fine."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Tighnari. I promise."

Tighnari pauses.

"... Why are you doing this?"

" ... Doing what?"

This time, you didn't understand what he meant.

Tighnari touches your shoulder. He stares into you.

"I know what you're capable of. I've seen it firsthand. I've seen that even if if you make a mistake, you always learn and try never to do it again. I know you know well enough, so ..."

Tighnari pauses and looks away.

"Why do you keep trying to borderline kill yourself?"

You sit there, stunned. Somewhere down deep, you understood that maybe he was worried. Somewhere down deep, you may have even felt a little guilty for it.

But, none of that compares to how it all felt now.

As Tighnari got up, you wished now that you had realized how much you'd scared him. You wish now that he'd spoken up sooner and you wish now thay you had never missed him as much as you truly did.

That you had never been as selfish as you truly were.

The room falls silent, the only sound being the pattering of rain and the occasional crash of thunder. Neither you nor Tighnari dared look at eachother, in fear of seeing something you wouldn't like, despite your own glances. A particular loud crash of thunder and Tighnari brought his hand up to his ear, presumably to lessen the blow to his eardrums. He didn't remark about it, instead he wordlessly turned away from you to get an oral medication.

You were the first to break the silence.

" ... I missed you."

Tighnari's ear twitched as he stopped in his tracks. He seemed like he wanted to say something, yet he remained silent. He tilted his ear to you.

"I ... I wanted to spend time with you. I missed the times we had while I was in training. I missed your enthusiasium when you'd find an aspect of the wildlife and explain to me what it is, or how it works. I missed listening your voice even when you'd scold me for doing something dumb, like eating a sentient fungus, for intstance." You chuckled at the last sentance, almost sadly, still not daring to look up.

"I missed ... I missed you, Tighnari."

He was still silent, still standing in place. Still frozen on his way to find your medicine. You were looking down, almost scared to look up out of shame. Shame that such a small, personal issue, something so insignificant escalated to something that could make even the cold, stone-faced Tighnari lose his composure for the worst.

It was dumb. It was something you should have dealt with on your own.

Something you shouldn't have gotten him involved in.

Footsteps resumed as Tighnari quickly grabbed a bowl of your medicine. They got a little louder as Tighnari got closer before coming to a stop once more as you see his knees on the ground in your peripheral vision.

" ... Look at me."

It's gentle, yet you can't find it in yourself to look up. You look towards what you can see of him but you don't dare raise your head.

"Look at me."

He says it more sternly this time. You take a steady breath and look upward towards his face. He wears an indecipherable expression.

"Open up."

He brings a spoonful of liquid to your mouth. As you open your mouth, as the cold, bitter liquid slides down, Tighnari looks away. You both avoid eye contact as he puts the bowl down and you turn your head away. Then Tighnari just sighs.

"You didn't need to eat a poisonous mushroom to spend time with me, you know."

You look back at Tighnari, his expression still unsolvable.

"I understand that I am busy most days, whether it be my work or something else i happen to be preoccupied with."

His ears tilt down a bit, his tail curls into himself as he turns to face to you as well.

" ... But, if I do happen to be free one day."

He pauses again, avoiding eye contact.

" ... I've always felt that the best way to progress a relationship with someone is to, well, spend time with them."

He looks up at you again. You look back at him.

" ... If you wanted to."

You stare into eachother's eyes as each confession processes in the other's mind. The words swirl around with the returning fishes, minds and heartbeats racing between the two of you.

"I'd ... "

You look down, but not out of shame this time.

" ... I'd like that."

You smile as the words come out and your eyes trail back up to Tighari's face, dusted a barely noticable pink. Yours as well, probably, but you decide not to comment on it. At least, not at this moment.

" ... I would too."

Tighnari seemed to release a breath he didn't know he was holding, standing up and gesturing his hand out for you to grab. Ears perking up and tail uncoiling as you slide your hand into his own and get up. Both of you glance into eachother's eyes as that same warm, cottony blanket carressed you both once again.

"Just one thing."

You were broken out of your trance as Tighnari gave you a mildly agitated expression once again. You tilted your head, puzzled as Tighnari pinched his nose bridge.

"Don't ... Don't eat any more toxic mushrooms. Please."

Tighnari sighs exasperatedly as you give a cheeky smirk his way. The second he looks your way he crosses his arms and glares at you, a small pout apparent on his bottom lip. You laugh.

"Okay, okay! I won't, I won't."

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I really enjoy making small headcanons about all the clans like

Shadowclan will claw trees to mark territory, to do so on another clans territory is basically a mark of war that declares no matter what they will take the marked territory

Medicine cats in Thunderclan are also trained in evaluating tree health, if any cat reports a tree looking sickly a medicine cat will check it out to see if they can help booster the tree, this can be anything from clawing off mold, taking off plants known to hurt the trees, putting extra prey in the roots, or fetching more water for it.

Some Riverclan elders swear you can fish with your tail, often ending up with sheepish new apprentices with wet tails and no fish after some of their first fishing patrols, it’s basically a rite of passage at this point

Windclan kits born at night are deemed to be closer to their ancestors and said to have more vivid dreams, every medicine cat is said to have been born at night, whether or not this is actually true is unknown

Skyclan cats will actually protect nests while flying birds are free game any birds nesting is off limits and any other predators who go after nests for eggs or the birds are to be driven off, this prevents the bird population from falling too low. Though during tough leafbares some may look the other way as long as you don’t advertise you caught the bird in its nest.

Starclan cats love to nap, however many cats have been napping for years at this point, they’ll wake up eventually but it’s very easy to nap for very long stretches of time.

While the Dark Forest is horrible it actually has its own unique plants and fungi, while most of it is poisonous, several dark forest medicine cats have isolated a small clawful of potential remedies for emergencies, some are used more then others

#shadowclan #thunderclan #riverclan #skyclan #starclan #dark forest #windclan #warriors #warrior cats

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Abernethy Forest, Scotland, August 2023

The Greenfoot Tooth (Hydnellum scabrosum)

This is a potential confusion for Hedgehog fungus (Hydnum repandum) which is a popular edible, and generally very safe for beginners to identify and forage.

This look-a-like can be recognised by its darker, rather than buff cap, smaller spines on the underside, and green tinge to the base of the stipe. Some consider this mushroom poisonous, but it is eaten as a condiment in a dried, powdered form in some countries.

#fungi #wild fungi #potentially poisonous fungi #greenfoot tooth fungi #hydnellum #hydnellum scaborosum #potential confusions

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I like Gammoth, so musing on another pachyderm monstie was engaging. - PARAPHAN

Title - Parashroom-bonded beast Monster class - Fanged beast Known locales - Forests, grassland and marshland Element/Ailment - Paralysis Elemental weakness - Fire (3), Dragon (2), Ice (1), Thunder (1), Water (0) Ailment weakness - Blast (3), Poison (2), Sleep (1), Stun (1) Paralysis (0) Paraphan is a fanged beast found roaming through forest and grassland alike, occasionally venturing towards marshlands and estuaries. It is unique as another elephantine monster akin to Gammoth, albeit smaller and less powerful. It distinguishes itself through the four stout tusks used for digging and the myriad of mushrooms grown onto specialised tissues on its back and forelimbs. These mushrooms are a specialised form of parashroom perfectly adapted to mutualism with Paraphan. Paraphan is a fungivore specialised to digging up the mycelium of large fungal systems found around forest and grassy habitats. Its trunk can also hoover up the spores given off by many fungi to supplement its diet. Occasionally it will sample plants, tubers and fruit, but mushrooms form the core of its diet. Paraphans can be unpredictable in their behaviour; some individuals seem receptive to human presence and curiously examine them, whilst others show aggression at the slightest hint of approach. Field workers must be extremely careful to take note of which Paraphan they are studying, lest it turn out to be a brutish personality. Males and females of the species live separately; the smaller females gather in herds of up to twenty individuals led by a matriarch, whilst the larger males live as roaming bachelors. While females are rarely troublesome, concerned only with keeping their young safe, the males can prove aggressive, especially when in musth, and so must be closely monitored. Paraphans are not normally destructive, but an irate male or uncontested herds of females can destroy flora, necessitating hunting or repelling. The key to Paraphan's success is the unique strain of parashrooms that have bonded to the fanged beast. Sustained on fat reservoirs stored in specialised tissues, these parashrooms benefit from the fanged beast by way of nutrition and spreading their spores wherever the monsters travel. In return, the Paraphan occasionally feeds on the spores and caps, as well as exploiting the paralytic potential of the mushroom to repel predators. The brush-like comb at the end of their tail is often coated in these spores, ensuring a quick lash whenever Paraphan has need of it. Beyond its capacity to inflict paralysis through launching its symbiont's spores, Paraphans are also incredibly large and powerful monsters. They can easily crush most other monsters underfoot or swings of their muscular trunks and huge tusks. They are also surprisingly intelligent in making use of their environment; Paraphan's have been known to inhale water through their trunks and spew it out at other monsters, or even picking up rocks and tree trunks to use as bludgeons. Paraphan is not considered to be an exceptional monster (Low Rank - 3, High/Master Rank - 2) though it is not to be underestimated. Combining its strength with paralyzing spores and surprising cunning allows Paraphan to catch even veteran hunters off-guard. Make use of pitfall traps to exploit the fanged beast's bulk, and fire-based weapons are good for destroying the spores and fungi that it relies on. While not invulnerable to predation, Paraphan's impressive size and defensive integrity usually makes it too troublesome for most predators to bother with. The exceptional is the brute wyvern Alkanodos, whose cunning and venom outplays the slower fanged beast. Fortunately, Paraphan is known to form mutualistic alliances with the temnoceran Jansilla. The fast and keen-eyed Jansilla sights danger promptly, and complements the might of Paraphan to repel opponents neither could handle individually.

Thank you for reading and take care.

#monster hunter #fanart #sketch #monochrome #fanged beast #pachyderm

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drops-of-moonlights · 10 months

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The other revelant supportive fairies and witches, redesigned for who knows which time! Small tibdits below because at this point y'all know them lmao. Mirta, Lucy, Galatea, Krystal, Selina!

Mirta Owain: we know her, we love her, I kept her as a witch through and through! Not much to say about her, her power of Illusions comes from mixing her primary Darkness with Light and Water to create various optical effects and visions. She also still loves pumpkin as a food despite having been turned into one, which tends to unnerve some people lol.

Lucy Wisternia: Mirta's taller gf, we also know her well! She grows enough later on to be forwarded by Griffin herself as a potential new teacher in CT if she so chooses. Her Fauna Source was honed and focused in any small invertebrate that can be classified colloquially as an insect or bug, so it expands to arachnids and some shellfish, like shrimp. She has a particular fondness for bettles, though.

Wenbai Galatea: the current princess of Melodeus! She still has 5 years or so left since reelections for a new monarch happen again. I've decided to make her albino as well. Her power of Vibrations is from her Metal Source, aided by Sound and Wind.

Krystal Rosalinda de los Árboles: Princess of Linphea, Helia and Flora's childhood friend, the one that makes them come to their senses when fighting. She's still the Fairy of Aromatherapy, which here means her main Healing Source is aided by bits of Flora, Fauna and even Poison.

Selina Harlock: I DON'T THINK I NEED TO SAY ALL THAT MUCH, SHE'S SELINA, WE KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HER LMAO. Currently in jail for another couple months, she MIGHT appear in AUS8? Still not fully on the details yet but we'll see. Her Witch of Fungi comes from her primary Poison Source, which extends to small bits of Flora and Fauna Sources in line with how WEIRD mushrooms are in general when it comes to these sorts of classifications.

#Drops's Art #Winx Club #Winx Redux AU #Mirta #Lucy #Galatea #Krystal #Selina

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poisonously-alluring-sev · 5 months

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Snape Preference ~ Books He Recommends

Severus Snape Masterlist

Context You ask him for something good to read and he gives you a pile of books he thinks you'll enjoy. (This is excluding the obvious amount of potions and herbology books he probably has)

The Secret History by Donna Harett Under the influence of a charismatic classics professor, a group of clever, eccentric misfits at a New England college discover a way of thought and life a world away from their banal contemporaries. But their search for the transcendent leads them down a dangerous path, beyond human constructs of morality.

The Resurrectionist: The Lost Work of Dr. Spencer Black by E. B. Hudspeth

Philadelphia, the late 1870s. A city of gas lamps, cobblestone streets, and horse-drawn carriages—and home to the controversial surgeon Dr. Spencer Black. The son of a grave robber, young Dr. Black studies at Philadelphia's esteemed Academy of Medicine, where he develops an unconventional hypothesis: that the mythological beasts of legend and lore—including mermaids, minotaurs, and satyrs—were in fact humanity's evolutionary ancestors. And beyond that, he wonders: what if there was a way for humanity to reach the fuller potential these ancestors implied?

Masters Of Death by Olivie Blake

There is a game that the immortals play. There is only one rule: Don't lose.

The Maidens by Alex Michalides Edward Fosca is a murderer. Of this Mariana is certain. But Fosca is untouchable. A handsome and charismatic Greek tragedy professor at Cambridge University, Fosca is adored by staff and students alike—particularly by the members of a secret society of female students known as The Maidens.

What Moves The Dead by T. Kingfisher When Alex Easton, a retired soldier, receives word that their childhood friend Madeline Usher is dying, they race to the ancestral home of the Ushers in the remote countryside of Ruritania.

What they find there is a nightmare of fungal growths and possessed wildlife, surrounding a dark, pulsing lake. Madeline sleepwalks and speaks in strange voices at night, and her brother Roderick is consumed with a mysterious malady of the nerves.

Murder Your Employer by Rupert Holmes Who hasn't wondered for a split second what the world would be like if a person who is the object of your affliction ceased to exist? But then you've probably never heard of The McMasters Conservatory, dedicated to the consummate execution of the homicidal arts. To gain admission, a student must have an ethical reason for erasing someone who deeply deserves a fate no worse (nor better) than death. The campus of this "Poison Ivy League" college—its location unknown to even those who study there—is where you might find yourself the practice target of a classmate...and where one's mandatory graduation thesis is getting away with the perfect murder of someone whose death will make the world a much better place to live.

Botanical Curses & Poisons: The Shadow-Lives of Plants By Liz Inkwright In both history and fiction, some of the most dramatic, notorious deaths have been through poisonings. Concealed and deliberate, it's a crime that requires advance planning and that for many centuries could go virtually undetected. And yet there is a fine line between healing and killing: the difference lies only in the dosage! In Botanical Curses and Poisons, Fez Inkwright returns to folkloric and historical archives to reveal the fascinating, untold stories behind a variety of lethal plants, witching herbs, and fungi.

Dracula by Bram Stoker Irish author Bram Stoker introduced the character of Count Dracula and provided the basis of modern vampire fiction in his 1897 novel entitled Dracula. Written as a series of letters, newspaper clippings, diary entries, and ships' logs, the story begins with lawyer Jonathan Harker journeying to meet Dracula at his remote castle to complete a real estate transaction. Harker soon discovers that he is being held prisoner, and that Dracula has a rather disquieting nocturnal life. Touching on themes such as Victorian culture, immigration, and colonialism, among others, this timeless classic is sure to keep readers on the edge of their seats! Now available as part of the Word Cloud Classics series, Dracula is a must-have addition to the libraries of all classic literature lovers.

A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik I decided that Orion Lake needed to die after the second time he saved my life.

Everyone loves Orion Lake. Everyone else, that is. Far as I'm concerned, he can keep his flashy combat magic to himself. I'm not joining his pack of adoring fans. I don't need help surviving the Scholomance, even if they do. Forget the hordes of monsters and cursed artifacts, I'm probably the most dangerous thing in the place. Just give me a chance and I'll level mountains and kill untold millions, make myself the dark queen of the world.

Hope you enjoyed this quick idea I had. Also, all of these books are amazing and I 100% recommend all of them!

#no snape hate #if you hate on this blog i will end you #safe blog #no hate #safe snape blog #snape #safe place #sev #no antis #severus snape #safe for snape #safe blog for snape #professor snape #preferences #severus snape one shot #one shot #severus snape love story #severus snape art #severussnape

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