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justrandom9 · 2 years

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Head cannon of fria and oscar meet accidently by chance.

(the surveillance team, irresponsibly slept on their shift, fria leaving her quarters, impulsively wander the empty halls, searching)

Oscar:(walking alone, eyes focused on long memory, feeling a strong attachment to the object, and laughs to himself knowing it shouldn’t mean anything him. bump to some one) Oh, I’m sorry didn’t exp--

(both fria and oscar locked eyes to each other, unknown to each other, but felt they knew one another.)

Fria: Apologies “young man”(not knowing why she chokes on her last statement)

Oscar: Oh no! I should apologize, I didn’t mean to bump in to you, should have been more aware of my surroundings!!.. uhm I’m sorry!? but have we met? you seemed familiar?!

Fria: I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be!, But I have this strange strong feeling I do know you?! I should know you!? But your appearance, age are different?!, But your eyes!.. Your eyes are still the same.. So old, Alone, Hurt, but still have so much hope, despite all you have seen.. I’m happy those haven’t changed!!

Oscar:(oscar couldn’t comprehend why, but he felt the urge to speak, a wrong, he knew nothing about) I- I am sorry!, I didn’t know this would become of you, to “ALL” of you over the centuries.. I thought- I thought i was helping, I did not wish to push my curse to any of you, I didn’t know!, I’m so so sorry!!!(chest, and shoulders heavy, oscar legs shaky, losing strength with each second, until he fell to his knees, tears falling, emotions running through his mind, shame, anger, self loathing, couldn’t tell if this was oz attempt to resurface or his!?)

Fria:(unaware why, the boy is in all four crying, apologizing to her?! she wanted to assured the boy she hold no malice, but didn’t, instead she went on her knees to be on his level, a gentle hand on his shoulder, encouraging him to look at her, not questioning or fighting it, fria allowed herself to the unkown force, then the words came to the surface) You don’t need to apologies for something you did not force upon, nor not knowing of the consequences by offering your magic, nor do I regret accepting it! even after so MANY years. I don’t fully understand it myself, but i feel it, emotions.. anger, betrayel, forsaken, honor, respect, admiration, but amongs these feelings, one stands out the most, OLDER then the rest, it’s empathy!

I know not many before me were good, some were cruel, others selfish, many scared, and few truly understood the burden wielding the mantle. It may not the same as your curse, But i understand! The guilt and shame you constantly carry with each life.. it almost broke me!! But then i was reminded of something that someone VERY old who could understand me, who struggle with it, and continues despite the hardship, who I helped!, knowing now, what i didnt knew then.. Thank you! for reminding me, we may not be able to change or choose who or what “We” are, but can press on, endure the cards we been dealt with, and hope for a better tomorrow, don’t you think so Oz?!(seeing the boy, puzzle and surprised expression... a memory came to fria mind, she didn’t knew him, but did once, long long ago, the same expression from the silly old hermit in the woods alone in his cabin. Fria smile, in some level glad much have changed but his silliness never did)

Oscar:(suprised and yet not at the same time, oscar saw and analyze fria warm kind eyes.. a memory came to him, one far older then ozpin, he remembers the young women in her blue robe, the first to sit in silence with him on the coldest winter, the eldest of four sisters) Winter!?

(before Fria could answer Oscar, the surveilliance team and guards came, looking for her to escort back to her quarters)

Guard: Ma’am your not suppose to be out of your quarters it’s not safe for you, please come with us.

Fria/winter: Oh dear! I forgot.. well it was nice talking and catching up with you, Old Man(satisfy speaking “Her”, “Their” truth, a piece of Fria peace of mind.. but one more reminder from an old friend), and remember never stop moving forward!

(Guards whispering to each other)

Guard.1: Her condition getting worse, she doesn’t know she was talking to a kid!

guard.2: Quiet, she’s has Alzheimer's, she’s not deaf!

hermit/Oscar: Never stop moving forward... Thank you, old friend!

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nintendoteuthis · 2 years

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@rassicas went through the new Splatoon website that Nintendo set up and summarized all the important bits. Let's see if we have any scientific commentary to make:

The age that Inklings gain humanoid form varies, but is usually around age 14. Individual variation in growth rates is the norm in nature (some people in my field would be better off remembering that...). Great to see this canonized.

Sea urchins are good at processing Super Sea Snails, and use their spines to dextrously remove the insides. This does not have biological basis. Sea urchins aren't specialized predators, unlike the closely related sea stars; they primarily eat algae (this is actually a problem off the coast of California), but will also prey on slower, more sessile animals like sponges and crinoids if they happen to be in the way. But they have no real way to deal with snails, especially more mobile ones. The mouth of most sea urchins is a small pentagonal organ called an Aristotle's lantern, and it's best at grazing algae, seaweed, and kelp. The spikes are also primarily defensive and would be of no help either.

Although it's possible that in the future, the ancestors of Spyke and Murch would have evolved an Aristotle's lantern specially designed to carve snails out from their shells...

Craymond cleans up parasites that may have latched onto Flow. Craymond is an emperor shrimp (Periclimenes imperator). Periclimenes are cleaner shrimp, and P. imperator in particular is known to live commensally on sea slugs. So that's exactly what he would be doing in nature. I love it when Splatoon adds bits of real biology like this.

Lil Judd is an omnivore, but is especially interested in "crispy prawns". Cats are obligate carnivores (though this is inclusive of seafood, so prawns are still on the table). A cat would probably not by its own accord be omnivorous. Of course, this is Lil Judd. We can't rule out that one of the modifications the Professor made was expanding his diet.

There are two types of Octarians: those that are made from tentacles cut off from a host, and those that can become humanoid. A new organism developing from a severed part is called fragmentation. Corals, flatworms, and echinoderms can do this. Seems like it also evolved here in cephalopods. This may have been inspired by how octopus arms have "a mind of their own"; an octopus arm has so many neurons (approximately 40 million) that, when the brain sends a signal, the arm can delegate exact movements to itself. It'd be like if your brain told your arm to pick up something, and your arm opened your hand and grabbed the thing by itself. Though an arm can't operate entirely without the brain (the brain needs to send commands and process sensory information), I can see asexual reproduction through fragmentation developing by expanding on this process (maybe the arm acts autonomously in immediate response to sensory input until it grows a new brain). This is the future, and evolution has done weirder things.

Golden eggs are used as a high-performance energy source. Turns out that they're also used as a biofuel - which was already known for power eggs. As with power eggs, presumably this is because they have lots of fatty acids. In this case, to help nourish the embryo. (although if there was something in the embryo that made them more effective energy sources - which may be the case - that would be kinda messed up)

[Marina's] description is "Maiden in love", the word for "love" being the romantic type. They keep giving us Pearlina fuel

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon biology musings #actual canon information here!#oc

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thebeethathums · 5 years

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An Adventure - 13

Pairing: Bilbo Baggins x Reader

A/N: In which the dwarves slip away. I thank Tolkien and the screenwriters of the Hobbit for that beautiful bit concerning Bilbo's place on the journey. I had to include it... I just love it so much. SO CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE ON THAT.

Standing on the balcony with Gandalf, you shivered and turned from him, pressing your hands over your face with a soft hum. Had anyone seen your face then, they would have watched your eyes go a milky white and a crack like design pattern the skin around them, both giving off a soft glow.

You could see it… someone was coming to Rivendell- a man and a woman- they would be there by nightfall. You let your hands fall, the moment passed, and looked up to Gandalf, who was watching you with a sense of cautious curiosity, “Saruman the White is on his way along with a blond maiden of elven decent whom I do not know the name of… I believe they intend to put our quest to an end.”

“Galadriel…” Gandalf breathed, looking out at Imladris again, “You must take the dwarves and go.”

There was a period of silence before you softly queried, “Will you convince them of the darkness? I feel it, Gandalf… even now, in this peaceful place, there is something brewing.”

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you to his side reassuringly, “I will do my best, little one, but you must go and leave me here. Keep an eye on our friends until I can join you again.”

You gave a single nod, giving the hand on your shoulder a squeeze before turning to go find Thorin and begin the preparations to slip out of Imladris while Gandalf met with the White Council.

You found him with the other dwarves a bit away, approaching quietly but not silently like you normally did, and Balin spotted you, giving a grin, “Lass! We’ve been missing you!”

There were nods and calls of agreement from the others and you gave a small smile but shook your head, “I’m afraid I’ve come on business, lads… Thorin, a word please.”

He eyed you suspiciously before excusing himself to follow you to a quiet corner, giving you an expectant frown, “Speak.”

“We must leave before it is light or not at all. The light of day will bring with it a strong opposition to your journey and it would be best if we were out of sight when it does.”

“And Gandalf?”

“He has his duties to tend to but promises to join us again as soon as it is possible. You must trust me, Thorin. Please. The fate of your quest and Erebor hangs in the balance.”

The dwarf grunted, “We will be ready when you give the word.”

He began to walk away and you softly added, “I don’t need to remind you that we do not wish to alert our host. Stealth is key.”

With a small nod, he continued on to quietly spread to the others what the plan was and you spun on your heel, going to the stables to make your own preparations. Blossom nickered unhappily at your arrival, sensing something was up, and you shushed him, pausing only a moment to give him a pat on the nose before going to collect your pack and weapons. You slung it over your shoulder and went to say goodbye to Blossom, pulling his nose down to your face, “Be well my friend. I will return one day if I can. Until then treat our elven friends with the same respect you afford me.”

He gave a soft nicker and stamped his feet as you parted from him and wiped a tear from your face before neatly placing his brush on top of his now empty saddle with a small note written in elven script that simply read, “Please take care of him.”

You crept along with hardly a sound, making your way to the room Elrond had given you to gather the supplies he’d left you for such a time when your party was to depart; he had not known it would be so soon. You swiftly packed two new sets of clothes, a new cloak, various bandages and healing supplies, a new blanket, and a silver hair clip along with your other things.

Throwing your purple cloak over your shoulders before quietly strapping your short swords to your waist and tucking all your daggers away, you felt Gandalf’s signal tugging at the back of your mind. It was time to go.

You took precautionary measures as you made your way back to the dwarves, keeping to the shadows with light footfalls and swift movements as your current appearance would surely alert any passing elves that something was amiss. A number of the dwarves jumped when you emerged from the dark to place a hand on Thorin’s shoulder, “It is time.”

He gave a nod of acknowledgment and you turned away, striding off to keep watch while he got his kin ready. You closed your eyes for a moment, listening, and a hand brushed your shoulder. When you turned, you found Balin flanked by the others and you inclined your head that they should follow, leading them out of and away from Rivendell and its lush valley in silence.

Once you were far enough away that the path forward was clear, you let Thorin lead on, falling back to bring up the rear as you counted to make sure no one had been left behind- thirteen dwarves and a hobbit.

The sun was rising over Rivendell when you looked back, wanting to know what was happening in the now distant city below before shaking your head to stop yourself from going too far into those desires. This was no time to force yourself into a vision simply out of curiosity because, unlike the ones that came naturally, doing so would be beyond exhausting. You turned to continue on, finding Bilbo looking back as well and giving him a little smile as you linked your arm with his to lead him onward.

Back in Rivendell, Galadriel and Gandalf discussed the rising darkness and your current journey, their thinking very much the same concerning both matters.

Galadriel’s voice hummed into the air, “You send your apprentice with them, do you not trust her?”

Gandalf shook his head, “I trust her far more than most… Her presence among us was not needed. She knows what is coming, what lurks in the dark, perhaps even better than you or I. She can feel it.”

A small smile pulled at his companion’s lips, “Elrond thinks her a touch seer and from you, I see it is true. A rare gift indeed… You wish to protect her.”

“I do. She may feel the shadows but she does not fully understand what they mean and I will do everything in my power to keep it that way. Should she fall into the wrong hands because her powers touch what they should not, sending a call out into the dark…”

“She will not. With you as her mentor, she has grown strong and brave, her heart will not be swayed even if the worst should arise.”

Gandalf gave a small nod and began to leave when she stopped him, “Mithrandir... Why the Halfling?”

He turned to her, “I do not know… Saruman believes that it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found… I’ve found it is the small things- everyday deeds of ordinary folk- that keeps the darkness at bay… Simple acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I am afraid… and he gives me courage.”

Gandalf’s words seemed to find you over the distance and resonate through you as you peered at your friend through your lashes, arms still linked. You leaned your head on his shoulder for a moment and he tensed slightly, “(F/n)? What is it? Are you alright?”

You hummed in response before whispering, “Thank you, Bilbo.”

He furrowed his brow as you released him, moving ahead of him slightly, and asked, “For what?”

You offered him a soft smile over your shoulder, “For simply being you.”

He tilted his head in confusion but you continued on as before, silently moving among the dwarves like a shepherdess weaving between her sheep to be sure all is well. He wondered if he would ever figure you out and then if he even really wanted to… maybe you were just meant to be a mystery.

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