#Auger Shells

[rattyexplores]

Photos 1-2 - Gastropoda sp.

Photos 3-4 - Fasciolariidae sp.

Photos 5-6 - Terebridae sp.

Photos 7-8 - Neverita didyma

Photos 9-10 - Duplicaria bernardii

More shells washed up on the shores of Woppa.

13/09/23 - Gastropoda spp.

QLD:CQC, Woppa (Great Keppel island), ocean shore

[doyoulikewafflez]

Day 19 - Ridge

(I have to admit, this was a bit challenging. Anyways: fun fact about auger shells (the long one), they can grow to be 6 inches long!! )

[susiecards]

Ace of spades

Auger Shell Found in warmer waters, they stun their prey which consists of various marine worms.

[w1tchcr4ftt]

what if i said i imagined music for a splatoon idol group i made that does not exist but its a fire song. Augy sings, Calico writes and plays and Smash adds percussion whether in edited form or other.

[steampunktendencies]

This 19th-century multi-tool from Germany has 100 different blades and a .22-caliber five-shot revolver.

This knife could be described as the Mother of all Swiss Army knives. If you count the miniatures inside the tortoise shell handle covers, it has 100 “blades.” They include pocket knife blades of every style imaginable, a serrated blade, two dagger blades, several different types of shears and scissors, an auger, a corkscrew, two saws, a lancet, button hook, cigar cutter, tuning fork, pens and mechanical pencils, mirror, straight razor, and a functional .22-caliber five-shot pinfire revolver. The one modern convenience it doesn’t seem to have is a bottle opener, but the bottle cap as we know it wasn’t invented until 1892. Source : National Museum of American History

[bestanimal]

Round 3 - Chondrichthyes - Heterodontiformes

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

While several extinct genera of Heterodontiformes are known from the Jurassic, today only one genus, Heterodontus, the “Bullhead Sharks” remains. Ten living species of bullhead shark have been described.

Bullhead sharks are relatively small, with the largest species reaching just 1.65 metres (5.5 ft) in maximum length. They have tapered bodies, with blunt, proportionally large heads, relatively small mouths, pig-like snouts, and pronounced ridges above their eyes. They have two large dorsal fins, the first larger than the second, and an anal fin. Both dorsal fins have a rigid spine at the front of each fin which is used for defense. Bullhead Sharks are bottom feeders in tropical and subtropical waters. They have cusped grasping teeth at the front of the mouth, and flattened teeth at the back of the mouth. They use the flattened teeth at the back of their mouth to crush hard-shelled prey like bivalves, crustaceans, and sea urchins, and the grasping teeth on soft-bodied prey like worms, anemones, and octopuses. They hunt at night by "walking" along the sea floor with alternating motions of their pectoral and pelvic fins.

Bullhead shark egg cases are shaped like an auger, with two spiral flanges. This allows the egg cases to become wedged in the crevices of rocky sea floors, where the eggs are protected from predators; however, some bullhead sharks deposit their eggs on sponges or seaweed. Due to their spiral shape, each egg case requires several hours to rotate out of the mother shark's cloaca (Oof). She usually lays two at a time. The eggs typically hatch after 7 to 12 months, depending on the species. The pups will usually reach over 14 cm in length by the time they leave the egg case.

The Heterodontiforms appear in the fossil record in the Early Jurassic, with modern forms appearing in the Late Jurassic. Despite the very ancient origins of the genus, phylogenetic evidence indicates that all living species in the genus arose from a single common ancestor that survived the K-Pg extinction.

Propaganda under the cut:

Female Japanese Bullhead Sharks (Heterodontus japonicus) are known to deposit their eggs in communal nests, with as many as 15 eggs left in the same nest.

Horn Sharks (Heterodontus francisci) (image 2) have relatively small territories they hunt in at night, returning to the same “house” during the day. They may remain faithful to the same territory for over a decade. Now that’s a homebody.

Horn Sharks are queued by light rather than by an internal clock. In laboratory settings, they will become active as soon as lights are turned off. If they are in the middle of something when the lights are turned on, they may stop swimming and sink to the bottom. In one experiment where the sharks were kept in darkness, they remained continuously active for 11 days before slowing from fatigue. (☹️)

The Horn Shark generates the highest known bite force relative to its size of any shark, which it uses to crack into mollusks, echinoderms, and crustaceans. One study found the average bite force for this species in the wild to be 95 N with a maximum of 135 N, while under experimental conditions sharks could be induced to bite with over 200 N of force.

Female Horn Sharks in the wild pick up their egg cases in their mouths and wedge them into crevices to keep them safe.

In July 2018, three people were arrested after stealing a juvenile Horn Shark from the San Antonio Aquarium. The shark was scooped out of its tank and smuggled out of the aquarium in a stroller, wrapped in a wet blanket. It was thankfully returned unharmed two days later.

The Crested Bullhead Shark (Heterodontus galeatus) (image 4) produces spiral-shaped egg capsules that are secured to seaweed or sponges with long tendrils.

The Crested Bullhead Shark is a major predator of the eggs of the Port Jackson Shark! Individual sharks have been observed taking the egg capsules in their mouths and chewing on the tough casing, rupturing it and allowing the yolk to be sucked out, or simply swallowing the capsules whole.

The Port Jackson Shark (Heterodontus portusjacksoni) (image 1) is a migratory species, traveling south in the summer and returning north to breed in the winter. Males tend to arrive to the breeding grounds first with the females arriving later and staying later, perhaps as a means to reduce egg predation upon their newly laid eggs.

While juvenile Port Jackson Sharks are not particularly social, adults are often seen resting in caves in groups, and prefer to associate with specific sharks based on sex and size. In lab settings, these sharks were shown to have unique personality traits and preferences, can be trained, can count, and can learn by watching other sharks.

[sejdkvinna]

shells for witchcraft

Abalone Shells

Abundance, peace, and compassion

Abalone shells are very colorful, and the insides are coated with the same material that make up pearls, nacre.  These colors are said to be incorporating all the colors of the sea and sky.  In addition, the iridescent colors promote a feeling of abundance, peace, and compassion.  In addition, the colors can represent the upper chakras, the Abalone shell is useful for developing psychic powers.  Since Abalone shells have also been a food source for thousands of years, Abalone shells represent the giving power of the Ocean.

Abalone shells can also be made into jewelry and amulets, and not only will they promote abundance, peace, and compassion, but they will also impart a calming, spiritual vibration to help the wearer through emotional difficulties.  In addition, Abalone shells have also been historically sacred in Polynesian and Native American cultures, especially as a vessel for sage while smudging.

Scallop Shells

Travel and spiritual quests

Symbol of Venus and Water

Scallop shells are distinguished from other shells by the multiple rays and ridges, which all converge at a single point near the base.  To early humans, this likely symbolized the sun's rays converging on the horizon at sunrise or sunset.  Because of this, Scallop shells are a good symbol of Venus, also known as the Morning Star or Evening Star.  Later, to medieval Christians, the Scallop represented the path of pilgrims to holy sites.

Continuing, Scallop shells had a sacred meaning in Christian Europe from as early as the first pilgrims.  The pilgrims, although mostly illiterate, were able to be guided to the pilgrimage sites with the Scallop symbol.  In addition, the Scallop is a symbol of the Saint James the Apostle, and the symbol of the Scallop can be found through countless Christian altars and cathedrals.  Because of the association with pilgrimage, the Scallop is a symbol for those who have undertaken a spiritual quest.

In addition, the Scallop shell is often depicted as the seat or carriage of ocean deities in art.  For example, in art Poseidon often rides upon one, and Aphrodite is seen rising up from the sea in a Scallop shell.  In addition, Scallops are often on Pagan altars to symbolize ocean deities and the element water.  Because of this, Scallops are often used as a chalice, offering bowl, or vessel for love magick.

Nautilus Shells

Renewal, growth, and rebirth

The Nautilus travels hundreds of miles in the currents of the sea, and can be considered the nomad of the sea.  In fact, the fitting name means "sailor" in Greek.  More importantly though, the Nautilus shell is an important symbol of mathematics and sacred geometry because of the logarithmic pattern in its spiral.

This shape is because unlike other shell creatures, rather than shedding its shell and finding a larger one, the Nautilus increases the size of the shell.  The Nautilus shell grows to create a larger chamber for the body as it grows.  Because of this, the Nautilus shell is a good symbol of growth, renewal, and rebirth.  Additionally, the outwards spiral trend of the Nautilus suggests that it can continue growing indefinitely.  Meditate with a Nautilus shell or use it in your magick for spiritual growth and expansion.

Auger Shells

Protection and aggression

Auger shells are distinguished by its shape, which is an elongated spiral that has an opening at the base and a point at the tip.  In the language of shells, the Auger is considered to be both masculine and feminine energetically, therefore representing completeness.  There are hundreds of varieties of Auger shells all around the world as well.

In addition, Auger shells come from a type of predatory sea snail, and the aggression of the animal is implied by its narrowly focused shape.  Auger shells have a venomous tooth as well, making it a good shell to use in hexes and curses.  In magick, Auger shells are one of the only shells that are associated with the planet Mars.  Other uses for Auger shells are for headdresses, magick wands, and protective charms.

Cowrie Shells

Fertility, luxury, and wealth

The Cowrie shell is characterized by its yellow or white color and egg-shape, with two rows of teeth along a gap in the center of the shell.  Cowrie shells are admired for their natural polish, which symbolizes refinement and luxury.  In fact, the Italian word for Cowrie is porcellana ("little pig"), which the word porcelain is derived from.  Because of its shape and polish, Cowrie shells have been used as currency, decoration, and religious items in nearly every part of the world.

In addition, because of its shape, the Cowrie shell symbolizes the vulva.  Therefore, the Cowrie shell is often used in charms regarding wealth and fertility.  Cowrie shells can also be strung onto necklaces or sewn into garments.  Additional uses for Cowrie shells include divination.  There are many different systems of divination with Cowrie shells, mostly stemming from African and Afro-Caribbean cultures and traditions.

Conch Shells

Awakening and mermaid connections

Conch shells have been symbolically used by cultures around the world since ancient civilizations.  The conch (or Shankha) is used by Tiben Buddhists as a way to call people to worship, and the conch shell is also seen in the hand of the Hindu god, Vishnu.  In addition, the sound of blowing through a conch is similar to the sound of AUM (the sound of the universe), which has an awakening effect (similar to chanting OM).

In addition, the conch shell is often shown in the hands of mermaids, which makes the conch shell a good tool for connecting to mermaid energy and mermaid spirits.  Similarly, blowing through the conch shell can be used as a tool for summoning mermaid (and other ocean creatures) spirits.  Meditating with the conch shell can be a way to get in touch with the ocean and ocean spirits, since you can hear the ocean in the conch shell.

Sources:

https://www.groveandgrotto.com/blogs/articles/the-magick-of-seashells

https://zennedout.com/magical-uses-meanings-of-shells/

[boymanmaletheshequel]

offerings for Artemis

🍃🦌🍃🦌🍃🦌🍃🦌🍃🦌🍃🦌🍃🦌🍃🦌

Physical offerings: 🎁

• Moonstone, • Amazonite, • Emerald, • Moss agate, • Apophyllite, • Green calcite • Pearls, • Deer hair, • Deer bones, • Deer antler, • pheasant feathers, • arrowheads, • white roses, • Artemisia, • Deer Imagery, • Boar Imagery, • Bow or arrow imagery, • mugwort, •wormwood, • yarrow, • Auger shell, • Fern, • Nettle.

Devotional offerings: 🙏

• donating to a woman’s shelter or other feminist organizations and movements

• donating to children’s aid groups and childbirth centers/safe abortion access groups

• going out in nature for a walk

• bathing or swimming in a natural body of water like a lake or stream

• donating to or supporting wilderness conservation efforts

• consider recognizing or celebrating Greek holidays that center Artemis such as artemisia, thargelia, and laphria.

🍃🦌🍃🦌🍃🦌🍃🦌🍃🦌🍃🦌🍃🦌🍃🦌

[bigmammallama5]

Shell Haul

Atlantic bay scallops, calico scallops, baby’s ear snail shells, cayenne keyhole limpets, lettered olive, shark eye moonshell fragments, Atlantic auger shells, common jingles, small eastern oysters, pen shell fragment, eastern banded tulip shell fragment, Atlantic coquinas, cross-hatched lucines, fossilized shark teeth and fragments.

Cross-barred venus clams.

Cross-barred venus clams.

Cross-barred venus clams, common Atlantic slipper snail shells, arc shells (turkey wing and moss).

Arc shells (turkey wing and moss), southern ocean quahog venus clams, soft-shelled clams, eastern oysters, Atlantic giant cockles, assorted small arcs and cockles.

Atlantic giant cockles and fragments, assorted small arcs and cockles, soft-shelled clams, lightning whelk fragments, pear whelk fragment, assorted coral fragments, scotch bonnet fragments, worn and textured shell fragments (quahog, arc).

[All shells were responsibly collected, most to be used in or with art.]

[themarginalthinker]

Undertow

Laddie and the Boys go beach combing. Laddie shows Dwayne some shells he found.

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Hey guys! Back with another one! A cute scene between Dwayne and Laddie I've had in my head for forever, and finally getting around to writing it.

However, before the drabble, there are a couple of things I'd like to say about specifically our version of Dwanye here:

In our headcanons and worldbuilding, Dwayne is Native Canadian, from the Haida people of Haida Gwaii off the coast of BC Canada. In this drabble, he tells Laddie a story of Raven. I, nor my co-author, are Indigenous. The information on the story nominally comes from the University of British Columbia and the Canadian Museum of History. Here and here.

As someone who is not part of the culture and wishes to be respectful, I am open to concrit and suggestions for how to change or improve the character's representation or dialogue, and corrections about the presentation of the story or alternate sources of information!

As always, thank you. :>

When Laddie runs back to him, he's covered in sand.

"Did you fall in?" Dwayne asks with a laugh at the sight of the boy. The large shirt they'd cut down to size that still hung off his small frame was soaked, a smear of red, slimy algae coating the lower edge. His shorts, that were at least made for his small stature, are no better, wet on the front at the backside. There's sand coating Laddie's legs up to his knees and crusted on his forearms. Dwayne will end up brushing out his hair later and come away with enough to make a sandcastle, he's sure.

Laddie is grinning from ear to ear, though. He rushes to Dwayne, barefoot on the deserted beach. The epitome of a child in summer.

"Paul was giving me a piggy back ride and Marko pushed him and we all fell in the water!" Laddie says as he comes close.

Dwayne raises an eyebrow and looks up, to the pair further down the way. Paul and Marko are dancing around each other, feet barely touching the surf as the waves flow and ebb, pants rolled up to their knees and similarly barefoot to avoid soggy boots. They laugh, call each other names that Dwayne is glad Laddie is out of earshot for, and attempt to toss each other into the waves - or failing that, throwing gobs of wet sand at each other. Their jackets are stashed at the bikes that they'd parked up the dunes, where the beach turns into rocky outcroppings overlooking the little curve of hidden cove.

Up there, the glow of a lit cigarette brightens and dims with each pull on it, David huffing out the smoke as he watches the dark ocean and his pack, away from the grit and dampness.

Dwayne thinks priss, and even from this distance, he can see David pause in his smoking and shoot a look down at him. Dwayne just smirks and turns back to Laddie.

"Find anything good before they started being idiots?" He asks.

Laddie nods, and holds up the plastic yellow toy bucket in his hands, rattling its contents. Inside is a collection of shells and stones, glinting under the moonlight, washed clean.

"Uh huh! They showed me the best tide pools. Look! Paul even found some alive snails!"

Laddie reaches in and wedges one off the side of the bucket where it had been attempting to make its escape, the creature sliding wetly back into its shell to hide at his touch. The shell is striped orange and brown and faintly pink at the edges, pretty. Dwayne hums his approval at the treasure, though knowing Laddie might want to toss it back when he's told he can either let it die and keep the shell, or have to give it up anyway because, according to David, "Marko's flying rats are enough."

Dwayne glances into the bucket, pawing through them himself to see what else Laddie had managed to find.

A good handful of seaglass, blues and browns, worn smooth and frosty with the endless sands and waters. There were a good number of cockle shells, small and grey and pretty, a couple spiraling augers like little unicorn horns, a broken half of a scallop, and cowry shells jingling like coins in his palm. One, two, three four, five-

Dwayne closes his eyes, and takes a breath, banishing the numbers from his head. Waiting until the urge to count, count, count passed.

When he opens his eyes again, he sees something else, near the bottom of the bucket, grey and round and unassuming.

Dwayne reaches in and pulls it out, tugging off some seaweed clinging to it, scraping off the sand coating the inside so the pearly white interior is better seen.

A clam shell, dead and empty, but still attached by the connecting hinge.

"Hey Laddie," Dwayne says, "do you wanna hear a story?"

Laddie, previously entranced with the crawl of the whelk on his hand, leaving wet little trails along his skin, looks up.

"Yeah!" He nods his head, long sun-streaked hair flying around his ears. Dwayne reaches out and hooks a truly wayward lock behind his ear. If he wasn't careful he'd start to look like a mini Paul, and then where would they be.

Dwayne rubs the clam shell between his thumb and finger, and the words come quietly.

"A long time ago, when the world was very new, there was Raven. And because the world was so new, Raven was alone."

He lets the count of each pass of his fingers keep the words from catching behind his teeth. Letting them pass.

"One day, Raven flew down to the beach, where he watched the waves come in and out. He didn't find anything new, anything to catch his interest. He very well may have left, if something new hadn't caught his sight, at the last moment."

Laddie tilts his head, eyes intent, on Dwayne and the shell.

"There was a clam shell in the sand, but not like any other shell Raven had ever seen. It moved around, wiggling like no clam ever did. There was something in it."

"What?" Laddie asks, the conspiratorial tone Dwayne had unintentionally adopted having wormed into his own curiosity. Dwayne smiles with him. Leaning in a little. Thirty one passes of his thumb, thirty two passes, thirty three-

"Well, Raven flies down, and he lands on the shell. He pecks it, he prods it, he tries to see it all. And when he tries to open it, a hand comes out! Inside the clam shell are creatures that Raven has never seen before. Very strange looking, too. Bare skin instead of fur or feathers or scales, and just one patch of long black hair, the same color as him. When they see Raven, they are very afraid, and want to stay in the shell, but Raven calls them out. The world is very big, but Raven wants friends, and eventually, they emerge. The first people in the world."

As he has spoken, Dwayne's soothing of the shell hasn't stopped, the numbers in his head keep ticking up. He's smiling down at the shell in his hand, hearing the hush of the ocean nearby. The words come easy, as a scar on his palm catches on the edge of the clam.

"That's a funny story," Laddie says. His smile has turned into a little contemplative frown, shifting from foot to foot as he waits for Dwayne to finish.

Dwayne blinks.

"Yeah, it is, huh."

"Hey! Laddie! Over here!"

Laddie turns around as Paul calls out from down the beach, he and Marko crouching by some big, flat rocks, poking at a pool. Waving to him to come and see and fill his bucket more.

Dwayne breathes.

"If you find any more shells small enough, you can ask nicely for Marko to make them into a bracelet for you," Dwayne tells Laddie, standing up properly. Laddie's eyes sparkle at the idea, and he nods vigorously again, hair flying back out of place from his ear. He's off before Dwayne can reach out to put it back, legs kicking up sand as he runs, bucket of finds swinging.

Dwayne watches him go, and only realizes he's still holding the clam shell when the edge digs into his fingers. Held too tight in his hand.

Looking back out at the dark ocean, Dwayne pulls his arm back, and throws.

-

"Laddie-!" Star exclaims, eyes wide from where she'd looked up from her seat on the bed. She tosses aside the book she'd been reading to rush up to Dwayne.

Laddie is in his arms, barely awake. "Relax, Star," Dwayne shrugs. "It's summer. Let him live, huh?"

Star pointedly looks over the boy, covered in leftovers of the night's escapade from head to foot. Sea salt and sand and stained shirt, hair tied back with a bit of dried kelp of all things - matching Paul's own hair, evidence of the culprit of such a silly thing. A faint smile still on his face as his hands barely keep hold of his bucket.

With a sigh, Star just reaches forward and gently lays a hand on Laddie's back. "Fine. But you're washing it all tomorrow. Child included."

"Fair enough."

[deityoftherain]

Oceanfolk Tradition made for Empires SMP S1 Lore

Bestowal is something my friend (@welcome-back-to-hoimycraf) and I came up with together. We went crazy in DMs just building up a tradition that I wanted to include in this fic (more info about it on Tumblr) when we didn't need to but when have we ever been sane about our block people and worldbuilding?

Just because I don't think I will be able to use it to its full extent in this series (I might/will probably recycle it and use it in the future for other oceanfolk fics as needed but some of these I don't see myself ever using it BUT THEY EXIST SEE I THOUGHT ABOUT IT ALL), I will share my notes of it that are in my worldbuilding/planning document. Copy and paste, my beloved.

Bestowal: Oceanfolk give shells to those they care about and they wear them on their person as a display of their love. They start wearing them and giving them out when winter turns into spring. There are different shells to show different types of appreciation, care, and love. Oceanfolk tend to wear a lot of shells on their clothing. The shells given are worn as necklaces/bracelets/hairpieces/etc for the spring and they are later sewn into clothes. The shells are passed down and reused, meaning many oceanfolk wear shells their ancestors had worn before. When they don’t want them anymore, there are take-a-shell leave-a-shell spots. Oceanfolk can trade shells there, donate shells they don't want, or take shells to be able to use if they can’t go out to find their own for whatever reason or if they just want extra for xyz.

Shell Code for ^: https://naplesseashellcompany.com/shell-types.html cowries/olives - for those you would like to acknowledge but don’t know well such as coworkers and classmates! They are common and they are the kind of thing you have children gather for activities when teaching them about the tradition bonnets - to give to those you want to know better for xyz reason strombus - to give to those you look up to or respect in your community, showing appreciation as a fan of sorts, etc (those such as teachers, guards, healers, performers, etc) spindle/tibia - (look like sperm soooo) related to sex and fertility however they want to interpret that (your friend with benefits, pregnancy announcement, telling them you want to have sex, etc) tritons/frog - for friends and other platonic relationships turritellas - for familial relationships such as parents, siblings, children, cousins, etc miters/auger - for romantic relationships that you want to get into (if you’re really bold) or to acknowledge an existing one abalones - reserved for engagements and formally committed relationships (marriage basically)

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Unlocking the full potential of Auger electron spectroscopy

Auger electron spectroscopy (AES) is an incredibly useful technique for probing material samples—but current assumptions about the process ignore some of the key time-dependent effects it involves. So far, this has resulted in overly-simplified calculations, which have ultimately prevented the technique from reaching its full potential. In a study published in The European Physical Journal Plus Alberto Noccera at the University of British Columbia, Canada, together with Adrian Feiguin at Northeastern University, United States, developed a new computational approach which offers a more precise theoretical description of the AES process, while taking its time dependence into account. Their method could help researchers to improve their quality of material analysis across a wide array of fields: including chemistry, environmental science, and microelectronics. In the Auger process, an inner-shell electron is initially kicked out of its atom, often through an impact with an energetic light pulse. Afterward, the vacancy it leaves behind is filled by an outer-shell electron.

Read more.

[squiddokiddo]

Favourite types of shells!!!

Yours, but also Squirts and Gordon’s if you wish! And any beachy headcanons you happen to have.

I do think Gordon would be very fun to hang out with and go looking in rock pools and would answer enthusiastic questions about sea creatures equally enthusiastically!

Ohh difficult question. I love seashells but I live nowhere near a beach so I don't get to see many very often, just muddy rivers and lakes around here. (;^^)

When I was younger, my mum used to scuba dive a lot in her free time and she brought me back some cool shells. One I remember was a shell from a type of snail I think and it had these pinkish stripes and would turn pearlesent in water. I really liked that shell, I think mum still has it.

Gordon's favourite type of seashells are probably anything with an animal inside, he's picking them up on the beach and flipping them over to check for stranded critters that need a little help to get back to the ocean. Gords sometimes picks up empty shells to make jewelry out of, he uses string, leather and other bits and pieces that wash up on shore like sea glass and driftwood. He's also made some décor and ornaments, with help from Virgil, some of which sit around the Tracy household as well as one being gifted to Lady P.

I think Gordon would like cowries as an aesthetic choice like cowrie bangles and bracelets, both he and Squirt would have cowrie and sea glass friendship bracelets.

Squirt would like anything with bright colours or unusual shapes like auger shells and starfish (not actually a shell but I'm including it anyway) they also like looking for fossils along the Tracy Island beaches.

.⊹*𖦹🫧🪸🐚𖦹*⊹.

[detective-inspector-her]

🖕for valkyrie?? :D (i promise im not flipping you off /gen)

Ok so this has been circling around my brain space for a while, so bare with me, because it might stray away from the ask. If you've watched Owl House or Stranger Things, you'd have heard of Eda's Orphanage or Steve being a mum. Stuff like that, but with Valkyrie. Omen, Alice, Auger, Never. Her kids now, they keep getting into danger and she needs to be right there otherwise they'd clearly die. Alice is smarter than the damn teens when it comes to survival for gods sake! She is forced to co-parent Omen with Crepuscular Vies against her will. Omen is very against it, but they have a truce when it comes to him.

Now the anger bit.

Anyone hurts those kids now that Valkyrie's healed a bit and is coming out of her shell? They probably won't be alive much longer. Because while she doesn't like killing, she's not having them get the same kind of injures that she used to get. And also bad guys don't go down like they used to and it's annoying.

I also think that 'hurting her kids' extends to the parents of said kids. So Omen & Auger's parents are on very. thin. ice. Crepuscular agrees with this sentiment.

[prospitian-monarch]

Under the cut: my palamedes' sollux DNA proof, recently unearthed while rummaging through tazmuir's fanfic for vrisrezi quotes (vote vrisrezi here!).

@diamond-rings-and-gutter-bones as per request. (note if you want to see me talk more about tlt or post with any regularity you'll have to find me at my main at @augerer!)

Also please note I've turned off reblogs on this post because I don't want to be misconstrued as trying to get into discourse about tlt being homestuck fanfic with the serial numbers filed off, which for the record i think is completely untrue. although as you've been mentioned i think you can reblog if you'd like to reply!

From "The Last Hearing of Gamzee Makara", urbananchorite:

Kanaya is mopping a little at the cracked goggles with an embroidered handkerchief, smelling luminous, clean. “Sollux was a marvel,” she says, with surprising warmth.

From Gideon the Ninth:

"Sextus was a marvel," admitted Harrow. "Too bad you didn't marry him. You're both into old dead chicks."

(second line maintained for the Aradia comparison).

From "BL4CK HOL3, green 2un", urbananchorite:

The story is a terezi-narrated oneshot about the moment when Sollux dies piloting the meteor through the veil. I think it illustrates well the type of Sollux characterization that ua and e.g. paratactician generally had (not entirely the same as canon sollux) which is specifically what palamedes has the vibe of. Also there's the very similar line at the end.

Blood comes in great mustardy gouts from his empty eyeholes. It fills up his goggles and squelches out the rims, khaki on cranberry. It leaks out his nose and you know his screams without hearing them; not from the pain, but as acceleration. You know what he’s like, don’t you? His mind is cracking its whip to never mind his shell, his meat, where the hell did they ever get him. They’re bullshit. An ecstasy of contempt. Do it, asshole, do it, do it. You think you can hear his bloodpusher pounding, quicker and quicker, hurling itself against his ribcage with beating wings. You think you pinpoint when it starts to give; when it misses those first few beats and he screams through them, the moment when at last Sollux Captor’s heart bursts. The remaining ten seconds he runs on adrenaline and wild, maniac stubbornness, his mind running up a bill that his body can't pay. His mind skips town, his mind goes running far into the distance. There's so much light. You swear you can see it. [. . .] Sollux becomes a falling star.

From Gideon the Ninth:

"Yes," said Palamedes. "I also know you must have studied radical thanergetic fission, so you know what happens when a necromancer disperses their entire reserve of thanergy very, very quickly." [. . .] The sickroom exploded into white fire, and the bonds pinning Gideon snapped. She fell hard against the wall and spun, drunkenly, lurching back down the corridor as Palamedes Sextus made everything burn [. . .] She ran for her life down the long corridors, past the ancient portraits and crumbling statues, the grave goods of the tomb of Canaan House, the mechanisms of this feeble shitty machine crumbling as Palamedes Sextus became a god-killing star.

[thenativetank]

Native Fish Hunting - Interlude!

Well, so if you were wondering why I was quiet this past week, it's because I was on vacation! This time we went to Pensacola FL, which while a nice area, isn't exactly known for the wildlife. We went fishing and kayaking and I did find some neat things - I broke out my pictures into two posts, hopefully with some stuff you find interesting!

One of the kind of bummer-ish parts about this area, at least compared to other Gulf Coast cities I've stayed in, was the lack of shells washing up on the shores. In Sanibel you could find tons of different species, many still living. Here, mostly you find small scatterings of broken shells and that's about it. I did find some of these cool Auger snail (Hastula spp) where the waves crash down into the shore, still alive. After a photo opp, back into the water they go.

Not a lot of seaweed either. I managed to find a little of this Broad-Leaved Gulfweed (Sargassum fluitans) washed up but very little else. I guess there's good and bad in that. Funny enough, the FL Saltwater fishing regulations did have rules about taking saltwater seaweeds home with you, and from that I was hopeful about finding Caulerpa, Halimaeda, or Penicillus species, but no luck.

We did manage to dig up a few Sand Crabs (Lepidopa benedicti) here, but most of them were tiny. This was a good size specimen though it was only the shell. Still, I have good memories of digging similar species out of the sand back in Maryland where I grew up, so I always enjoyed these guys.

We went fishing for a few hours with rod and reel on one of the days - but didn't catch anything. Across the entire beach I only saw one person catch one fish. There's a reason R&R is not my favorite method of catching, and shore fishing is decidedly harder I've found. Mom actually caught this one in a sand sifter while we were lounging. I believe this might be a Florida Pompano (Trachinotus carolinus) but I'd be lying if I said I could tell definitively at this size.

We had a Blue Heron (Ardea herodias) visit us while fishing, waiting for us to catch a meal for him. I appreciate the vote of confidence, my feathered friend!