#Black star betta fish

[nice-betta-thailand]

High quality Betta fish Female Queen of Black Star Avatar for sale aquatic life readily available for your freshwater exotic fish aquarium.

[rowan-makes-art]

Overdue inktober 2022 drawing dump part 3

[puppetmaster13u]

It's the last day of Mermay...

So have my most common headcanons on who would be which (or take inspiration from such) for if they were merfolk <3 Yes, this is DCxDP but can be used for either separately if you want.

Bruce- Ray

Alfred- Remora

Kate- Angel Shark

Dick - Guppy

Cass- Cuttlefish

Jason- Thresher Shark

Tim- Bichir

Steph- Spanish Shawl Sea Slug

Duke- Anglerfish

Harper- Cichlid

Cullen- Rasbora

Damian- Stingray

Carrie- Dusky Batfish

Jarro- Starfish

Terry- Devilfish

Matt- Koi

Barbara- Jellyfish

Gordon- Squirrelfish

Ghostmaker- Moray Eel

Harvey- Tiger Shark

Selina- Catfish

Harley- Clownfish

Poison Ivy- Leafy Seadragon

Riddler- Corydoras

Joker- Piranha

Bane- Pufferfish

Mr. Freeze- Leopard Seal

Scarecrow- Anglerfish

Waylon- Saltwater Crocodile

Solomon Grundy- Coelacanth 

Penguin- Longfin Icedevil

Ras Al Ghul- Sturgeon

Talia- Pike

Dusan- Pike 

Deathstroke- Tiger Barb

Clark- Sea Lion

Connor- Fur Seal

Jon- Fur Seal

Kara- Sea Lion

Martha Kent- Ribbon Seal

Jonathan Kent- Manatee

Lex Luthor- Cardinalfish

Barry Allen- Marlin

Wally West- Swordfish

Bart- Marlin

Iris- Trout

Thawne- Wahoo

Captain Cold- Beluga Whale

Heatwave- Guppy

Captain Boomerang- Discus Fish

Mirror Master- Mahi Mahi

Green Arrow- Goby

Arsenal- Arapaima

Artemis- Grouper

Black Canary- Orca

Diana- Lionfish

Cassie- Lionfish

Cheetah- Spotted Snapper

Vandal Savage- Dunkleosteus 

Marvel- Whale Shark 

Billy- Wrasse

Mary- Wrasse

Freddy- Killifish

Eugene- Loach

Pedro- Danio

Darla- Goby

Black Adam- Gar Fish

Dr. Sivana- Dolphin

Mister Mind- Bristle Worm

Martian Manhunter- Octopus

M’gann- Octopus

Aquaman- Hammerhead Shark

Kaldur- Blue Tang

Oceanmaster- Ray

Plasticman- Oarfish

Booster Gold- Goldfish

Blue Beetle- Blue Shrimp

John Stewart- Sailfish

Hal Jordan- Neon Tetra

Red Tornado- Mantis Shrimp

Zatanna- Swordtail

Constantine- Fighting Fish

Doctor Fate- Wrasse

Deadman- Glass Fish

Klarion- Platy

Cyborg- Mola

Raven- Squid

Beast Boy- Triggerfish

Starfire- Koi Fish

Beast Boy- Fluffy Sculpin

Lobo- Wolf Fish

Deadshot- Ruby Barb

Killer Frost- White Koi

King Shark- Great White Shark

Doctor Light- Dolphin

Catman- Tigerfish

Angel Breaker- Redtail Black Shark

Trigon- Giant Squid 

Martha Wayne- Mako Shark

Thomas Wayne- Devil Ray

Lucious Fox- King Mackeral 

Jack Drake- Freshwater Angelfish

Janet Drake- Comet Goldfish

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Danny- Betta Fish (Or Giant Phantom Jelly)

Dan- Lancetfish

Ellie- Betta Fish

Jazz- Oarfish

Sam- Lamprey

Tucker- Devil's Hole Pupfish

Valerie- Cherry Shrimp

Vlad Masters- Vampire Squid

Maddie Fenton- Lion's Mane Jelly

Jack Fenton- Whale

Ida Manson- Gulper Eel

Mr. Lancer- Hatchetfish

Spike- Gourami

Wes Weston- Carp

Kyle Weston- Perch

Paulina- Dragonfish

Star- Cichlid

Dash Baxter- Short Beaked Dolphin

Kwan- Goldfish

Box Ghost- Boxfish

Lunch Lady- Killifish

Skulker- Sea Turtle

Ghostwriter- Lyretail

Sidney Poindexter- Shubunkin

Jonny 13- Corydora

Kitty- Loach

Ember- Basslet

Desiree- Seahorse

Spectra- Eel

Walker- Frogfish

Nocturn- Lanternfish

Overgrowth- Sea Pig

Fright Knight- Swordtail

Pariah Dark- Skate

Princess Dora- Dragon Goby

Pandora- Leaf Scorpionfish

Frostbite- Crabeater Seal

Clockwork- Colossal Squid (or Congor Eel)

------------------------------------------------------------------------------If you want pics of any of the fish/creatures I am happy to put them out, I just can't put that many links on one post lol. (Also apologies if I missed anyone)

[lucygriefer]

Storyspin Undyne

In my imagination of this universe, Undyne is an old warrior Queen. One that helped lead the fight between humans and monsters. Rescuing whoever she could until they lost. Once sealed underground Undyne ruled alongside Queen Alphys. The two of them did what they could to keep monsters happy. As time went on Undyne’s anger and hatred towards humans slowly mellowed out. She still hated humans for starting the war and sealing monsters away, but she isn’t angry enough to rekindle war.

Eventually, she and Alphys adopted two skeleton children, Sans and his younger brother Papyrus. Every night Undyne would tell the skeletons stories from the surface, and when she was a warrior. Everything was going fine until Sans started to get sick. Where they learned that the older skeleton child's soul was weak and prone to sickness. Undyne became worried about this and tried to be positive for the two kids. Sans worried about his brother but also continued to get sicker and sicker. Needing to walk around the castle with a magic IV drip connected to his soul.

Soon Sans lost his ability to walk with how sick he got. Undyne helped him get around. At night she would take the sick skeleton to the barrier. Telling him stories of the surface. The beauty there was, along with the stars. Singing him to sleep each night. On the night Sans passed away she was holding Sans close, telling him that he’ll be okay and will soon not be in pain, turning to dust in her arms.

The family then shrunk to three. Papyrus is confused about why Sans had to leave and Undyne doing what she could to keep Papyrus happy. One day while she and Papyrus were playing in the courtyard a human that had been wandering around, doing a neutral run, had walked into the courtyard. The human then killed Papyrus, while the human was killed by the guards.

From there Alphys declared war against humans while Undyne ran off to the ruins. Her emotions turned her mind into mush as she tried to figure out what to do. She didn’t completely hate Alphys for starting a war with the humans but at the same time, she wasn’t happy. But she didn’t trust herself to talk to Alphys about it. Worried that her emotions would get in the way and make her lash out when she doesn’t want to.

While living in the ruins she managed to mostly calm down but still doesn’t leave the ruins not able to face Alphys after all the time that's passed. She does visit the exit to the ruins and eventually starts to talk to the monster that would sometimes visit the door. The two of them talk to pass the time. She eventually has the other monster promise her that they would protect a human if one were to ever leave the ruins.

While creating Undyne’s design I didn’t want to go with her wearing a dress. I don’t see her as a dress person so I looked through a few different types of clothes. I wanted her to have some clothes that showed off her old battle ready personality, so I gave her a set of black leather combat boots. I did plan on giving her a denim jacket and saving her wearing a leather jacket till she got to the surface but since I took a break from working on the piece I eventually changed my mind and gave her the leather jacket instead. So on the surface she’ll either be wearing a denim jacket or her leather jacket. Along with comfy loose fitting boot cut pants. With a short shirt that has the deltarune symbol. I also played around a little with some fish designs. Like she already had some armor fish design but I was also thinking of maybe adding some betta fish, or some angler fish inspiration or something like that. And I liked the idea of some deep sea fish features to add on so after some point I did add some on. I also gave her a betta fish pet as I didn’t want to completely scrap the betta fish idea.

I tried my best to show off what her personality once was based on her clothes. From her once stubborn brash attitude, only for that to mellow out and calm down once monsters were sealed underground and Sans and Papyrus was adopted. Being alone in the ruins didn’t help with this either.

In the background you can actually see a possible design I might use for Alphys. There were also some features on Undyne that weren’t added till later on in the work like the angler light and vampire fish fangs.

Storyspin Undyne Speedpaint video link - https://youtu.be/H7TOZfwIw8w?si=uO85m3pb08fPGTca

[foreverwinter33]

eras tour outfits masterlist

lover

lover bodysuits :

pink and blue

blue and gold

purple tassels

barbie

tangerine

lover blazers :

silver

black pinstripes

blurple

barbie

tangerine

lover guitars :

pink guitar

blue guitar

purple guitar

fearless

gluten free gold fringe

gold noodle / octopus

silver noodle / octopus

cacio e pepe

black and gold tiger

distant diamond sky

red

22 t shirts :

a lot going on at the moment

who's taylor swift anyway? ew

we are never ever getting back together

this is not taylor's version

i bet you think about me

i knew u were trouble

bodysuits + long coat :

pre altered bodysuit

altered bodysuit

all too well long coat

all too well guitars :

red guitar

black glitter guitar

speak now

champagne everything bagel ballgown

pink ballgown

silver ballgown

tissue flower / tree mushroom dress

purple cupcake ballgown

blue elsa halter neck ballgown

purple wonderstruck ballgown

blue cinderella dress

reputation

original red snakes

gold snakes

folklore + evermore

original evermore set dresses ( rip ) :

orange flower dress

pre altered bronze dress

altered bronze dress

willow cloaks :

green cloak

purple-ish cloak

folklore / evermore dresses :

purple

pink

white

green

blue

butter yellow

folklobster

1989

old 1989 sets :

pink set

green set

orange set

blue set

new 1989 sets ( top + skirt ) :

pink + pink

orange + orange

yellow + yellow

blue + blue

purple + purple

pink + orange

pink + yellow

pink + green

pink + blue

pink + purple

orange + pink

orange + yellow

orange + green

orange + blue

orange + purple

yellow + pink

yellow + orange

yellow + green

yellow + blue

yellow + purple

green + pink

green + orange ( carrot )

green + blue

green + purple

blue + pink

blue + orange

blue + yellow

blue + green

blue + purple

purple + pink

purple + orange

purple + yellow

purple + green ( ariel )

purple + blue

the tortured poets department

crumpled up piece of paper dresses + the smallest man who ever lived coat :

i love you, it's ruining my life

you should be

the smallest man who ever lived coat

broken heart sets :

black set + gold jacket

gold top + black shorts + gold jacket

graphite set + graphite jacket

black set + graphite jacket

white set + white jacket w/ silver lapels

white set + white jacket w/ black lapels

black set + white jacket w/ black lapels

surprise songs / acoustic set

old surprise song dresses :

pink

green

yellow

blue

new surprise song dresses :

pink raspberry

orange blueberry

orange orange

betta fish ( pink & blue )

sunrise boulevard ( yellow, orange & pink )

amethyst ( purple )

tide pod ( blue, orange & white )

midnights

lavender haze fluffy coat

anti hero t shirts :

silver sequins

blue

lavender ( light purple )

orchid ( dark purple )

pink

iridiscent

lavender sequins

icy blue

midnights bodysuits :

navy starburst

blurple scallops

fake abs cutouts

chevron

moonstone / stars aligned

karma jackets :

multicolour

magenta

light pink

blue

[neopronouns]

flag id: six flags with 9 stripes, with the second and eighth being smaller than the others, the first and ninth smaller than those, and the fifth the smallest.

the top left flag's stripes are soft blue, pale blue, very light sky blue, off-white, light blue, off-white, cream, very light sandy brown, and light sandy brown. the top right flag's stripes are very dark purple, dark purple-pink, medium dark pink-red, gold, very dark indigo, tan, faded blue, dark indigo, and very dark faded blue.

the middle left flag's stripes are blue-black, dark indigo, medium dark dull purple, light golden yellow, very dark blue, dull light teal, faded medium dark teal, dark blue, and very dark blue. the middle right flag's stripes are silver, dull light blue, very light sky blue, bluish-white, periwinkle. cream, light sandy brown, pale red-pink, and dull light purple.

the bottom left flag's stripes are dark faded blue, medium dark faded blue, faded blue, light blue, blue, light blue-grey, dull sky blue, medium dark faded sky blue, and dark blue. the bottom right flag's stripes are indigo-black, extremely dark indigo, very dark blue, dark faded blue, very dark indigo, dark faded sky blue, very dark faded sky blue, extremely dark blue, and blue-black. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

skycolauric | royalcolauric navycolauric | periwinklecolauric bluecolauric | indigocolauric

skycolauric: a colorgender related to the color sky, short poems, teacups, clear skies, diaries, dripping icicles, tears, and tennis shoes

royalcolauric: a colorgender related to the color royal, crown jewels, portraits, satin chairs, masquerades, nebulas, betta fish, and secrets

navycolauric: a colorgender related to the color navy, brush strokes, suit jackets, midnight, comforters, star gazing, arctic waters, and starlings

periwinklecolauric: a colorgender related to the color periwinkle, knit hats, candies, tiny flowers, beads, teacups, washi tape, and clouds

bluecolauric: a colorgender related to the color blue, blueberries, canals, gatorade, denim jackets, stationary, coastlines, and bluebirds

indigocolauric: a colorgender related to the color indigo, cold water, tile, masks, constellations, dyed fabric, macaw feathers, and night sands

[pt: skycolauric: a colorgender related to the color sky, short poems, teacups, clear skies, diaries, dripping icicles, tears, and tennis shoes

royalcolauric: a colorgender related to the color royal, crown jewels, portraits, satin chairs, masquerades, nebulas, betta fish, and secrets

navycolauric: a colorgender related to the color navy, brush strokes, suit jackets, midnight, comforters, star gazing, arctic waters, and starlings

periwinklecolauric: a colorgender related to the color periwinkle, knit hats, candies, tiny flowers, beads, teacups, washi tape, and clouds

bluecolauric: a colorgender related to the color blue, blueberries, canals, gatorade, denim jackets, stationary, coastlines, and bluebirds

indigocolauric: a colorgender related to the color indigo, cold water, tile, masks, constellations, dyed fabric, macaw feathers, and night sands. end pt]

second set of colorgenders based on the results of this 'what color is your aura?' uquiz for anon!

these are in the colorgender flag format with the aura color from the uquiz as the center stripe and colors inspired by the listed things as the rest of the stripes. the terms are the aura color, 'col' from 'color, 'aur' from 'aura', + 'ic'!

tags: @radiomogai, @colorgendered | dni link

[novemberhope]

11: SYMBOLISM/THEMES

what represents your oc? is there a specific colour you associate them with, or a specific animal?

Neri - pale blue / betta fish Niara - light green / emerald swallowtail Azura - white / arctic fox Cordelia - black / bombay cat Ellaria - green / splendid fairy wren Ginny - red / leopard seal Midori - blue / crested ibis Kat - purple / lynx Star - orange / prairie dog

Join OC-tober! Learn more in this post!

[bluepeachstudios]

When the skittles get older, will they get their own rooms, or will they share one? What their rooms look like, like would it be neat, messy, what kind of stuff would they have, ect?

They get their own rooms in the penthouse once they get too big for the crib, but they regularly spend nights in each other's rooms. Only Bardi is really territorial about his room, so they won't sleep in there as much. If he feels okay with it they'll go and sit on his bed or somewhere while he works. Sanzio especially likes to sit on his bed and read while Bardi works.

Davinci's room is the cleanest, he likes things to be neat! Simoni's is clean because his brothers all help him keep it that way. He tends to get distressed easily and have trouble finding things when his room gets too messy. Sanzio keeps his moderately tidy; there's no trash or anything but he's got a lot of stuff he hasn't put away yet. He gets tired the quickest when doing physical things. Bardi's room is a godawful mess and he will not let ANYONE help. They organize it wrong, he can't find things, he gets upset. He knows where everything is. Just don't touch the scrap piles. He WILL know if you move a single screw.

Like all bedrooms, they change as their tastes do. Around their teenage years they start to really solidify what their rooms will stay as for years to come. Bardi has a lot of tech in his room, with video game posters and notes and blueprints sprawled everywhere. He likes to sleep up high so his bed is a loft bed, with a place to curl up and read or do smaller projects beneath it. He has an absolute powerhouse of a computer that puts governments to shame. He's hand-made some parts for it and also makes custom controllers, so some of his favorites are up on the walls as well. A lot of his interests revolve around accessibility in video games, as well as prosthetics, mobility aids and braces. He's got a lot of parts and pieces scattered around. He likes black and purple so his room kinda looks like. Goth with cyberpunk aspects but sleek. He has a wheelchair for when he doesn't feel like wearing his braces that is black and purple and glows way too much.

Davinci's very sporty. He does martial arts the most and does several different kinds, much to his caretakers' dismay. He still has to be very careful with his heart condition but he gets to participate in a tournament once a year! He loves plants as well. His room is FULL of plants, it's like walking into a jungle. Even his bathroom is full of them. He also keeps a betta fish, whose tank keeps getting more and more complex because he likes adding pieces to it, including tubes that lead to MORE tanks. (He takes care of the koi on the rooftop garden that Splinter started; there's a pond there now too!) He likes collecting old stuff like Cody. He's got his dad's mask in a display along with his katanas and a journal Leo made for him about his own struggles as a teenager coping with growing up.

Sanzio's room looks like one of those pinterest libraries where everything is super cozy, with lots of dark wood and natural light combined with coffee shop aesthetic but like, with more COLOR. He loves books, he loves writing, he loves cute animals, he has a million stuffies, his bed is nice and low so he has an easy time climbing in and out of it. He also has a wheelchair that was designed by Bardi for days when he doesn't feel like wearing his braces. It's decorated to be nice and pink and subtle. He likes to keep succulents, but he keeps worrying about when to water them so Davinci regularly checks in on them and just lets him know when to water them instead. He likes collecting old physical books and comics! He even does some bookbinding of some of his favorite digital-only books. He already has 5 volumes of 'Sanzio's Anthology', which are just some of his favorite short stories all put together and bound physically.

Simoni's got stars on his ceiling, and in the corner there's like a fluffy storm cloud on the ceiling that lights up like lightning is going through it. The stars twinkle and shift like the real stars, which are pretty hard to see from New York because light pollution and all that. He sleeps in a hammock most of the time, since that's cozy, but he has a gathering of pillows and blankets beneath it in case his hips are hurting bad. He also uses gutter crutches so those are in there, his are a red to orange gradient with white stars decorating them. Simoni loves to collect pictures and videos of people. He'll talk to anyone and ask them what they're up to. Just like. Imagine the Humans of New York tumblr blog but it's Simoni just getting audio recordings and video recordings of people talking about their lives or things they love. He has a lot of photos on the walls, printed out the old-fashioned way. He loves video editing as well and single-handedly brings AMVs back in the 2120s. He also enjoys carving pretty patterns into clay, or painting them with a lot of colors. Nobody knows this, but he tells secret stories with them.

They all have bits and pieces of their dads' things in their rooms as well. Sanzio has a turtle stuffy that has Raph's voice come out of it when he hugs it. Simoni has all of their old photos in photo albums, and all of his dad's action figures carefully decorating his shelves. Bardi still uses a lot of Donnie's old tools, and listens to his teaching lectures that Donnie made him like podcasts.

Their room at their dads' place looks completely different, though ;)

[arvandus]

‼️JJK SEASON 2 SPOILERS WARNING ‼️

So normally I view shipping as kind of a fun silly thing to do when part of a fandom. Like yeah it’s be cute if these two characters ended up together but obviously that relationship isn’t the focus of the story and the creator focuses on the progression of the plot and conflict with the protagonist and antagonist, etc. So I’ve never really had an otp before, just a handful of ships that I’m like “yeah that makes sense and it’d be cute and stuff but I wouldn’t harass other fans and content creators about it”.

But…

SatoSugu is on a whole different level. For the first time you can’t convince me that Satoru and Suguru weren’t romantically involved with one another… I mean, the two are literally soulmates. Yin and Yang. One cannot exist without the other. Darkness in the light and light in the darkness. The betta fish in the outro for season two representing their tragic fate is perfect. Satoru follows the path of the black, sickly betta fish (representing Suguru and his struggle with depression) with concern, while Suguru barely acknowledges the white, healthy betta fish (representing Satoru and his constant upward progress). Male betta fish cannot be kept in the same tank because they are bred to be fighters (both of their powerful family lineage and high expectations placed upon them) and eventually one will kill the other (and we know how that went).

Fate of the Stars by Tally Hall plays in my head whenever I think of them. I feel it’s fitting and kinda sounds like an auditory version of Gojo’s Infinity, but also Geto’s descent into madness. Anyway I felt I needed to ramble bc I can’t explain this to anyone irl without going insane bc I love them so much. Like I got a really nice gojo figurine and there’s a matching Geto one coming out next year and I gotta get it obviously so they can be together on my shelf all happy.

(*´꒳`*)

Oh boy anon, I am so with you. I don't think their relationship will ever be given an explicitly canon romantic label (they never are sadly), but this is honestly the closest we'll get to it. Regardless, we all know that the history is there, the dichotomy, the light vs. dark and yin vs. yang. It's a story about tragedy, about love lost (whether romantic or not, although bruh... *gestures wildly*).

It's all the little details that went into their relationship to each other that really stand out for me. Like in the latest episode when Getou requests something sweet because he knows that Gojo will have some of whatever he gets. Like, not only does that tell us that they share food regularly (or more like gojo takes it lol), but that Getou is constantly considering Gojo's desires when it comes to his own decision making. He knows him better than anyone, and vice versa. It's what makes Getou's downfall so hard to take. Getou always requires purpose to everything, he's all about rules. He's incredibly disciplined. So to have someone who seems so incredibly rock solid turn around and make the decisions he made... It must have gutted Gojo. Because Gojo can understand it even though he doesn't want to, and it holds a mirror up to his own darkness, his own potential for violence. And with his ability, that would be catastrophic. So now Gojo is forced to step into Getou's shoes against Getou who used to be his rock. ASDF;ALSJFA I could go on forever about it.

For me, I find angsty pleasure in the tragedy of perhaps they weren't official; perhaps they never reached a point where they could explicitly express their feelings for each other before everything went south. But they were both aware of it, and its that energy that follows them everywhere until Getou's end, and it continues to follow Gojo even now. It's about regret, and loss, and loving even though we shouldn't anymore, because we can't erase their memory. It's about mourning what could-have-been, it's about hope and how it leads us astray, and it's about repercussions and consequences. It's all very human, tragic, and beautiful.

[hollow-lime-green]

Hi! I was wondering if you'd designed the fish cross stitch or if you bought the pattern from somewhere?

Hi! This is a custom design based on this lovely art by juliejujube_ on instagram. I don't have a nice cross stitch pattern generating program that puts in the grid and box markings, but for anyone who wants to take a stab at it (literally), here's the betta fish pattern I generated (+ a probably long winded explanation of the process under the cut).

I'm not great with visual art, so what I do for my patterns is use a site to pixelate art that I like for a vague outline, and then I go in and clean everything up + block out colors with Krita. Then I get something like this:

But in real colors, that is a nightmare to cross-stitch with because of the contrast, so here's the 'coded' version:

You can sub in whatever colors you want, but I kept Satoru (white fish) simple with DMC white/blanc, 01, 02, and 03. The blue eyes are C995.

As for Suguru (black fish), I don't have a pattern because it's mostly just eyeballing things to make them work, and I went back and forth on his design a lot. Embrace the chaos. The magic of him comes from 3 layers of black tulle/mesh that are layered on top of each other, then cut to form the fins. before cutting, I stitched out the 'bones' (spines?) of the fins to secure the tulle, then I cut around. The bottom tulle layer goes all the way out, then the top 2 layers are cut sequentially to make a subtle ombre kind of effect. Once I was done with these, I put some fabric fusion around the edges of the fins (also did a tiny bit of stitching with some black sewing thread) to help the durability.

I also wasn't happy with the darkest shades of grey I could find, so his grays are artificially darkened by brushing with a bit of black marker. But his base is the Satoru design rotated. I essentially just did the same fish body outline in black. This is roughly what that looked like:

The colors are dmc black (310), 413 for the light grey, 3799 for the dark grey, E317 (shiny!) for the blue indicated here, and 3746 for the eyes.

I'm not fully done with this piece yet. I want to add some stuff to the empty space (Six Eyes for Satoru, something fun for Suguru, lots of silver stars for them both) , but I'm not sure what that will be yet! Still thinking :))

if anyone tries these out, I'd love to see!

[pandakyoki]

Jade/Floyd/Tweels x Annabeth Commission Ideas

-> Short Boyfriend x Tall Girlfriend -> Toddlers -> Elementary School -> Middle School -> Gender bender -> Bad Wolf x Red Riding Hood -> Bad Wolf x Black Lamp -> Fairy Gala -> Firelit Sky -> Happy Beans Day -> Ghost Marriage -> Wish Upon a Star -> Scary Monsters -> Vargas Camp -> Port Fest -> Glorious Masquerade -> Harveston Festival -> Sunset Savana -> White Rabbit Festival -> Beach Swimwear -> Apprentice Chef -> Proposal -> Wedding -> Stage in Playful Land -> Annabeth turned into Betta fish/Eel Mermaid -> Valentine's Day -> White Day

[notmuchtoconceal]

–

the priestesses danced – in the baths built atop the springs down the bluffs behind city hall. the expanse of some bay hill within a block– well-eclipsed by the funnel of strata which teethed the cliffs. down the plaza -- beneath the canopies of streets, there shone another city gleaming in the gold of an artificial sun. cavern ceilings painted azure as the sky.

the priestesses danced – so that that sleep may overcome the carnal in men, those beasts who dwelt in the land above, with the fallen sisters they had taken as claims, who had become again the beasts they had been as girls, in the wild and untamed woodlands that were the brush they could not oil or tame – the talons they lacquered only to strike with priapism by venom. they danced and danced – and some harmonies met the men meek of heart, whose ears were open to the hornet honey of their rhythms :-- for heavy of soul, transmutations erupted in every atom of their skulls. arcs of gold convulsed through leaden filament. 

~^..^~ ( o ) ~^..^~

.     ^!    .^.   !^ `

from behind the columns, walled gardens in the shade kept the night as day. stars gleamed down the sleek of the fiberoptics of their gowns, and constellations latticed the forms of flowers and mosaics neither geometry nor mesh, for the wall was itself the night which emanated out the radiance of day, bound in brickwork which was not there, for they walked between the lime and were grazed not by the mortar, but passed suspended above the grounds in grace, as each were only women in the flesh, feet fawnlike and pale in painted toes :-- upon the floor, they moved, ankles clinging to the gossamer of their gowns, swanlike and downy muscular as the brine around them was sultry as the sea winds before a storm – for they knew again their prince, abundant in his horn and his cups, helmed in the shell that was his light :-- for he was only the light which resides in the shell, the conch which held the voice, and could be whispered into most sweetly, for you heard back only the tide.

cpt. drottin knelt to the empty plinth at the center of the dais from which they emanated -- around him, shone spotlights of seven colors :-- and in the shapes which overlapped him, he was masked. crowned and cut in twain by a laurel of peacock feathers shearing quartz vibrations in jagged discordance through the brawny and striated skeletomuscular webbing of himself :-- lattices of meat and fat studded rock-salt, for the hunks which fell from the gelatin of his subtle flesh flopped about with the elegant twirling fins of a betta fish pooling in black and yellow bile creeklike with reflections of shed arteries dripping opalescent man-roe fermented on the pressed caps of his spit-polished boots. ankles twisted as what bound them tightened together round the rising equis, the stalk of some trunk so iron-rich its tendons could press toward the hide which trapped it, for we knew the beauty of this moment and all moments – a terrace of blood rubies now with a drop of pearl. for his thread, the sterling silver of his chastity, cut him to ribbons with pangs of love. 

- this sword – this sword which is mine by right – which in my hands would bifurcate me to the pure action :/: re/action of my poles – without it, i am merely a man. condemned to love woman – for only by her may i know myself, as i remain merely a beast, and with the ecstasy that is the agony of my inheritance, and the agony that is the inheritance of my ecstasy – i endure my burden, though i will never draw the blood of man, condemned as i am, to eternal war by virtue of being them!   

the knights of the labrys – who kept their sisters sharp of tongue, and their brothers sharper in striation -- by lance by prick and cut, by the butt of handle and cleaver, banged the horns that were the handles of their polearms in percussion -- tapping twice and thrice across the stone.

ALL IS

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SECT

ED 

he writhed and he lashed – suspended in the nowhere state of himself.

a burning coming over the black winds of the sea which men could not see, he kept solemn as the lights paned over him – still in supreme concentration to the sheathe which rose drop by drop within the stone.

ALL IS

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SECT

ED 

the blows of the horns crashed through him as surf across a rocky shore. the descent of the first note -- as though unfurling -- lapped up the hairs of his neck, to caress him tip to notch of top of skull.

/ . ( ( ( o ) ) ) . \

`// . \ \ | / / . \\`

the repenters of the priesthood, our brothers of blacked eye – knelt with the men of drottin's guard. in paisley and escherprint, as they divided themselves down the midline by sigils and prayers, so did his guard unbutton their shirts, to expose the split-gashes burst open from the vigor of their movements – to be, here and now, resutured.

ALL IN

BI

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IONS

they knew not their mothers, for they had been cut from them. as they were not born, they could not die. without death, they had no and infinite time – for men they were, and yet of women, not.  

ALL IN

BI

SECT

IONS

- i who am untethered, am wrapped up in myself. i who am untethered, wrap up all in my menagerie! around every wall, i remember where i walk and where i have begone! i walk the streets as myself, and i walk the streets of myself. what infinite turns you behold, what infirmaries you endure, and what brickovens you bemuse, on some further rotation you know you have gone nowhere. i am sorry – for there is no way out! you are stuck as time has stuck – as my wanderings have amazed the city! 

for though nine, she remained the spider –

- and i still merely the fly.

for he offered himself –

she drank of him,

and was devoured. 

… hey. you're pretty. hope you'll only slurp me with all the elegance befitting of a taureen fulla fine handcrafted strawberry lemonade?

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take me to that beautiful place ~

where nothing need be gross ( )

& even fewer euphemistic O == O

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cpt. drottin.

he was beginning to show up with some consistency. you wouldn't know if gentle dabbings would remain enough to keep him off.

- um, major *****( . . . . . ) sir.

for fuck's sake, kid.

don't let him call you that. you sound like a cereal box mascot.

- um, i'm sorry, maj. ******* – oh my god, if that was unbleep'd it'd sound so fuckin goofy. you're honestly so try, you never have to camp!

he was more than trustworthy – to always draw attention to the breach.

- she should just rewind, pretend none of that ever got carried through!

only in your infinite editorial power – could you endure the shrink-wrap leaden weight of his antinatalist agenda.

- bro, i am 100% pro-baby, bro. they increase the overall net rate of gross entropic waste and consumption in the world. we need to affirm life/affirm death by creating it for the sake of the sakeless, bro. ... embrace descent/chaos as the ravishment of civilization wherin man is an eruption as any other :-- the cloud fated to swell, crest and collapse, settling back into but a mere holy pablum of fossilized substrata, debited to be mined and compacted with the trash of those future generations we have sired to spit on us as we've been sired to spit on our own with the laurels of our leaky cockheads :– drink of my dick drippings in a roe goblet of fibrous microplastics, bro. harvested of the gelatin of me, they've been marketed for the spoil! drink of me and be one with me, as i am the proof of what's in the pudding – the chastity, loch and keys!

the priests of the labrys he bent to his will – weighed with snow in gnarled poses, heavy as the boughs of spring – craned to him to blow mountain horns through the handles of their hollow axes.

- i have not spoken to brother laika in some time! what rulers echo in every void utterance! the pleasure has most certainly been his!

the rhubarb hues swollen beneath the sterile goatiness of his face – slick with his sweat, some idiot aureole played as his hair unfurled from the gilding of its honied comb – a kaleidoscope of arms and suckers in the brass-edged prongs of a heliacal crown which was his hair blowing in the breeze of the slate blue day – metallurgical in the covalence of its bonds, the day overlooking the white of the plaza, yellow ivory by ash of gold.

- sir, your words move me as only cpt. schreibermachen's do – have you, by some iota of probability unpaid, perchance to've read him?

your fine, well-read brother was no doubt manhandling some of cpt. hlaford's exquisitely tortured thoughtcrimes of passion against sin and country before sicking you with this routine unexpected visitation.

- i can't tell if you are making fun of me to my face, or making fun of joey to my face, or making fun of joey to your face, or revealing your deepest insecurities by highlighting what you can conceal only by not even bothering to brother – wow, sir. you really do have a lot going on, huh?

yeah, you'll tell me.

- it's no wonder – cpt. joey admires you so much and is always telling people how great you are, even if i don't always see it? to me, it's like -- you seem needlessly cruel, distant, and full of terror and awe, but um – somebody needs to be afraid for you, sir. that is a beautiful and perfect thing for you do for someone. be afraid for them and never let them know what's wrong, or just hug them – hug them and never let them go cause you can never express in words what they mean to you. no matter how many or how few you've got, you'd never be able to express that in words, for the issue is not of quantity or of quality, but structure :--and how could anyone ever know what they mean to us when we fail them by failing to let them understand what we feel?

 he had no idea. he had all the ideas. 

- i'm sorry, sir – i don't want to hurt your feelings with the stupid shit i say aimlessly, but um – i feel like there's no way to be around you without hurting you, and if i can understand this, while you have to live it daily, there's no need for me to elaborate upon it by the route idiocies of my own word choice, since you've been living your own life and know your own pain, i suspect it's still comforting on some level, even if it's equally or infinitely more comforting for me, to say this to you – cause i know i have to hurt you to comfort you, and the comfort in some sense outweighs the hurt, but um – if cpt. haruspex were rambling this long, he would attempt to return to some previous point to give the illusion that progress is being made, but he always feels like he's talking to a brick wall cause he isn't good at reading social cues? i honestly can't tell?

... cpt. haruspex is deeply confusing and i don't always know if i should be listening to him, cause sometimes he seems really confident, but then sometimes he seems really shaky, and i'm like – which one is it gonna be today? he makes me feel real insecure and that makes me wanna go towards him? cause i'm like – am i gonna need to take control of this idiot? is he gonna hurt himself again – oh my fuckin god. if i let this idiot hurt me, i would rip his fuckin head off – it would be brutal. i would tear off both his arms, crush his skull – tear his fuckin guts out and fuck the hand-ripped ceasearean taint-pussy i installed just to fuckin smash up – holy fuck. it sounds so fun, i kinda wanna risk my career and my reputation by doing it in public. right here. right now. – but um . . .

count to three.

… yeah  …?

I  I I    I  I  I 

 … i'm not cpt. haruspex, so i don't think i need to go there, but um – it seemed relevant anyways, so i will? even though it's not relevant anymore since i rambled on so long, but um – to avoid it now would reek of anticlimax, so i ought? ... yeah? keep talking?

    I    V

… it's the entropy as a necessary process to take us to our inevitable fate of finality, sir? i can't ever give as much care as i can give you pain, but by bearing my pain, you're increasing the net amount of care in the world, even if you can only take so much for yourself? as though the older you get, the more care you're entitled to give, or at least the less care you're entitled to receive, for care is a limited thing given, and if you're still failing, even at your age, you're understood to have poorly optimized the care you've been given – and while it is true that the inherent care a person can receive is finite, some bodies are deprived in such a way that care cannot be properly optimized, or the care they'd been given not enough, or for that same care to have been rendered toxicified. everyone wants to care, but few people care about how they're doing it?

…

though in old sage, sir – care is understood to be wholly reciprocal, for an elder mind is at its peak when nourished by the wisdom of experience. no valorous young flesh would harm a frail soul or allow it to come to harm, for what we are is what we know

... and all we'll ever know is but our heads!

…

at least long last as we have heads to know.

     F V

- IS THAT FAH-VEEE OR WERE YOU SAYING AND WRITING FIVE AT THE SAME TIME

don't fuckin scream at me, kid.

already wanna rip your neck out and dance in your blood.

- um, i'm sorry, sir. i'm really ashamed at how i behaved just now?

that's a start.

- um, i should be ashamed of how i am all the time?

he could read into things.

he learned it from cpt. schreibermachen, no doubt.

- i'm sorry i get you so wet, sir. i know i'm a real she-braggart and a he-harlot and worse than any woman, but like, um – cpt. schreibermachen learned it from watching you. 

kid, cpt. schreibermachen thinks being complicated is a virtue. the locomotion of moving parts fascinate him, for he is inherently dense and slow-witted. he is the worst indulgence of the materialist sciences, holy shit – he reads like jittery molecules in a beaker crudely attempting to escape their own dead, intellectual anti-atomism by furiously stroking their mitochondrial clitties. synthesize some meta-nature, joey. you can do it. you can improve upon the vast incomprehensibility of the perfection of all creation by breaking it apart into cancerous, bifurcated deadweight, scattered about the apartments of your reeking barnyard bate cave drooling more weird affection over incomprehensible tomes like all the other assorted grotesqueries you fetishize because you're disgusted by your own slight, deformed, nubile lil fuck-bod. yeah. nibble on some gristle and chicken bones, you ever-fertile regenerative godling. go leave Pomo Prometheus Bound Up and Unmod, cute lil Werther White Chocolate. lick you off my fingers, see how good you melt in my mouth. go on! believe in yourself, kid. you can fuckin cast off the yoke of physics and radically recreate matter in a shape more approximate mind. it's all on you. nobody wants to rut the narrow taper of your bony, alluring lil bitch-breeder hips, holy fuck. nobody, joey. nobody is thinking of seeding your needy lil blonde, blue-eyed boycunt cause you are so fucking asking for it prancing around being such a pretty lil nerd all the time. 

- wow.

vv ( o ) vv

- it may take me some time to process all this, sir. i am not like – a one hour photo, or even, um – a memento of a log ride you can pick up in fifteen minutes for the image needs time to solidify into form? it may take me years to reconcile the every implication of your every stated utterance against the pre-existing biases of the situation as i understand it? you know i'd never be able to tell joey any of this because he's so, um – like in awe of you and i'm so in awe of him, i'd never have it in me to even so much as hint to a word of this, unless it's like, um – one day joey found himself so weighed down by such terrible pain, that to continue to believe in you would only hurt him further, and i would have no choice but to um – risk hurting him by telling him the truth, though it would both hurt me to hurt him, and hurt me to be deprived of him, but neither could ever be as hurtful as letting him hurt pointlessly by languishing in a lie? for this was my duty – to increase the net care in the world by telling the truth to my brother and dearest light of my soul, for nothing would be so painful to me as to deny myself my love's true freedom and living valor?

he was already writing the script.

you'd need to make some common-sense suggestions.

- um, you're ruthless?

the way you hurt people and pretend like you're caring?

you are all-knowing. you see things as they are.

your insight cannot be disavowed. 

- um, it was not my place to question you, sir. i understand this now.

you have been a good joey, cpt. drottin. you may lean forward and receive the head-pat you so desperately crave by being stupid enough to approach your commanding officer.

- you're sweet, sir. you're fair, just, alluring, and tolerant?

don't push it, kid. one of us is still a smut-pushing propaganda monster.

- you have made cpt. schreibermachen everything he is, for he is all you could never be – and he adores you for you are all he could never be, though this is shameful for you both to bare, as though both of you crave and adore the other, neither of you want nor respect yourselves. 

 his happiness mattered more than yours. he would not die this day.

- just gotta hear it once a morning, sir. once more in this semi-paradigm of our infinite solar orbit, you have gifted me the gift of immortality!

tomorrow you will bring with you a basket of apples. they will be gold as the sun, placed in a hand-wreath of wicker, on a bed of pine fronds lightly syruped by their own sweetness. huckleberries shall be included.

- i know the ones you like, sir. i may or may not surprise you with a different hue or even a different shape all together, and you'll never know if i fucked up or was discreetly attempting to slow-drip the lifeblood of variety back into your life because i love you?

piss off, drottin.

- do you mean get lost and never found?

you mean open up. 

–

as seeds scattered in the wind, they wanted not, yet wanted only to die.

a whole brood came of age, spurning the ovipositor which laid them. without contradiction of their wants, the falsities of the false world into which they were born, they knew they themselves to be expendable – people who should have never been, sold now and always, to people who weren't worth it, on land which was not theirs :-- serving only the machinery for which they had been bred to be slaughtered.

the carpenter removed his hood – he was but (a) baal by kinder words. 

he sang to them. in harmonic resonances of love, he sang to them. by the grosses, from bridges which rose in honeycombed towers, drone embryos flew without wings – into the traffic of tankmen to be torn under wheels pulverized & dragged – limbs flash fried a second here and there, wasted :-- untold countless unclaimed prophets squandered. 

((( o )))) without the lubrication of blood to properly anoint at proper variables – the machinery chugged and sputtered to a halt.

the streets caked with viscosities of skin and sinew – gelatin of bone and meat pumped by arterial sepsis. clean. pure.  sears of gunmetal perfumed on tongues. product rotting on shelves without plot or purchase, writhing with fresh and effervescent life, singing the songs of flies.

the structures collapsed by the rings of their stumps, pumping always lead in their sutures, where true necessity reigned, hollow hearts followed hollow heads – as all were as gourds in the wind.

a hedge trimmer to a bonsai, an octopus to a cutlet. with ice to a sickle, whole densities of shoulder were shed in the shaving. another turn of the waltz – into place, they fell, and into space, they rose.

deprive themselves of them – for they have spoilt their generations, every vivisection floating like debris, around the miracle of these pollutants.

~!~

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–

cpt. haruspex's tongue would slip when his hands would slight him.

cpt. haruspex's words would fail him – when by the slight of glance, his eyes would fall upon cpt. schreibermachen sipping coffee. 

- who the hell he thinks he is, mates? that prick joey – loungin around like the world were a lounge! a lounge none feel comfortable loungin in cause it's so pretty, fastidious, scented, polished and leatherclad, that you know by matrices of implication too multitudinous and subtle to be processed in the moment -- but which nonetheless register as a visceral impression which haunts your nervous system for days to come – that this ain't any lounge, oh no. this is joey's private lounge.

... joey owns the buildin! you think this is some neon-lit quarter-abyss a few inches underground where eyes glidin past cobwebs caressin brick and mortar in the granite womb of your senses, you bare by curtains bathed in hot pinks and reds, some scanty-clad flesh rapturous in the throes of intoxication, no -- calm it down, mates! joey's here. joey's gonna make things happen! joey's gonna change the atmosphere!

/// peer back into the dark, this is no charnel bar where the scent of grape concentrate and chemical burns lingers more on your eyes in the hyper-clarity of terror turned rapturous unrevealing, no!

... the darkness is gonna quiet, mates! gonna feel the heady scent of the froth fill your nostrils in the dust of some gilded mornin where you stretch by the sun and get a workout in swimmin round the archipelago before dawn. eyes lingerin on his bronzed and milky body – his scarred, his burnt and shrapnelled body – the delicate pale hairs casting him in a gossamer of spider silk by firelight you could remember no night but what you spent with him, but now it's time to work... so many distant memories. hangin round every day though you could look back and there he'd be. hand on your shoulder, so uncharacteristically warm, as his skin'd just withstood the fire – and now he's pullin up his chair, mates!

... right at the center recess! right round the big table! oh, he's here early! nobody else is here yet! let's just take fuckin control of everythin, why don't we? y'know – if brux got in the cafe (it's always a fuckin cafe with joey – can always hear the music! so effortless is the moment twisted, i can even hear the music!) – if brux got in the cafe early, he'd go slink off to some secret corner where it was extra dark and he'd giggle to himself cause nobody'd find him. brux'd really be able to dawdle and pretend to work back there, but no! joey don't wanna dawdle and pretend to work!

/// joey wants to be kept looked at so he can keep the illusion of keepin busy by actually bein busy, cause ya can't fuckin fake it in front of an audience! joey don't have the courage to live a life of solitude, so he needs people to go up to him while he's readin or writin or sippin espresso with his adorable and eminently breedable boyfriend -- and sometimes they glance at each other with eyes so tender ya wonder how laik don't melt like bunny chocolate on the spot and leave a big brown butthole-stained streak all o'er the dazzlin emerald-upholstered leather chairs or reflective teakwood table – and ya always feel like you're interruptin somethin special cause their love is so crystalline and perfect and your heart throbs every time you're privileged to witness it, then ya realize love like that only happens to certain special people and yer not one of em, so ya wanna either die or murder everyone in sight, and that is so perfectly natural and normal a feelin and everyone feels it and anybody who says otherwise is a liar like joey, who only wants to sip coffee and read books in public so ya feel like you're botherin him when ya need to talk, even tho he's fundamental to so many operations, he should be fully present at every moment, totally focused on you, cause – y'know.

/// you're totally focused on everyone else at every moment – least they could do's repay the favor! instead he's spittin out some zealous spiel all hopped up on genie beans and it's like – oh, all the men in the room are hooked on his every word! they're either all totally motivated or eager to hop in and he handles every interruption so gracefully and with such verve, it makes ya love him even more, and ya wish ya had somethin to say, but you're much too in awe of him ~ you're just thankful for any second he could spend wit you – so magnanimous is every second you spend wit him, you could feel nothin but total remorse which is the realization of the futility of life that the time you spend with him could never mean but a fraction of what his time means to you – not only cause there are so many of you out there, vyin for his attention, but because you got nothing to offer him. he has so much more. he's always had more. you could never measure up, even if ya had a trick ruler and his spine was ripped out – scribblin away at another one of his masterpieces, his popular fodders, his private letters! it's bad enough his sloppies look better than most of ya polishers, but his handwritten lil notes make ya feel elevated over ivied edifices by babblin streams as sunlight ripples cross the banks of the thames, and you respond with loike – shit ya coulda sent through a telegram, so it's loike... gosh, do i want him to keep writin me, or do i want him to know all the affection he showers on me is wasted? it's almost more polite to make him hate me so he knows he's not wastin his time? i could never repay him his every special moment – let him know how beautiful i think he is. every second i spend with him feels like accruin a debt i could never repay, so every moment i spend is consent to the slavery of his affection. with him, i could only ever be more grateful, more thankless, more blessed and needy with every moment he looks at me – and that is entirely his fault for bein so brave and manly and smart and beautiful in a way which highlights even his arrogance to a mute rhapsody of pure motion! he makes even his ugliness beautiful! how cruel and dismissive he is so constantly cause he knows he has leverage on ya, and it's loike – you bastard. you bastard. i hate you. i hate you. you think it was you. always you. the only reason you wanna get all hopped up with the men drinkin coffee and readin books is cause you want brux to hate you. this ain't about them. this ain't about you. this ain't about the codification of an ethos or aesthetic into culture under the organic process of a group of individuals rationally consenting to follow a bold, charismatic, and affable leader! no. this is about brux.

/// brux knows you're thinkin bout brux

just as much as brux is thinkin bout you! 

cpt. psychoraggia – whose shaved and heaving muscle-tits cpt. haruspex longed to fondle, yet refrained, for he was a bloodthirsty killbeast of fame and valor with countless recordings of backroom maulings widely distributed and pawed over – became uncharastically syllabic.

- brother brux, with all due respect – i think cpt. schreibermachen likes to drink coffee while reading books because they keep his mind sharp, since more pressingly – he enjoys stimulation which is psycho-chemical in a way we don't understand cause we think with our dicks.  

cpt. haruspex – would not cut :-- though his tirade yearned for blood.

- brother jacek, i like you. i like your big, fondleable muscle-titties. you don't know joey the way i do. you won't ever know joey the way i do. you're a big silly kitty and ya need to have your mane ruffled. i wanna jump on you and play with your big bashful pecs which the frenzy of my imagination renders furry and peachy, though i know them to be exfoliated, razor-dredged and olive, you prickly lil lionfish. you are a silly, silly killbeast and i think you're such a nice boy! gosh, i wanna kiss you. gosh, i wanna kiss your face. you are so handsome, it is painful. i want to die when i look at you. please bash me head in with a rock and lick the brain matter out of the prolapse between me eyes as you lap up me tears for iodine as i die. brother jacek, you are what is most precious!

cpt. psychoraggia understood at once – that no more conversation was viable. for a moment he thought he ought bow his head before abandoning cpt. haruspex for hours unknown, then figured this would pay too much deference to things spoken undeserving of deference, and so decided – yeah, fuckin walk away. don't ask for the encore.

he'll read things the way he wants, with his shitty, limited vocabulary.

thank our brothers who are the stars there are poetically-minded and ribaldly affable men like cpt. schreibermachen around to show you that things don't have to be so fuckin miserable all the time.

–

ions descended on the storm winds – the salt brine reeked of the sea. the anvils of the heavens hammered on the hindlegs of the cloudbursts. red skies straddling the seawall of night and morning were the clappings of thunderheads escalating in pitch to collisions of rapture.

- as though claws at the sky, dear brothers and fair sisters! ~ as though the strike of each bolt were embers which raked the sweet-caned peaches of creamery clouds, cotton candy on ice milk, the grilles of a bleaker cabaret :-- some plastic diner you wallowed to squeal in vinyl!

behind drottin's eyes, the horizon of a parting thigh – as the sea bisected the sky. compartments of him heaved, bashed against the glass dulled by manhandlers hand-mangled by handlebars. delicate precision slotting them into place along quarter-turns on tilts. pushed inward and bent so a pivot became a joint. sutured along a seam. the heat of some torch which was only the tempest of his eyes – the eye of his own storm. hourglass sands by molten glass. two cold fires welding the horizon to your eyes by some distant light or more distant darkness, leading the arc of his vault to the void infinity beyond, where no light could ebb away.

this memory which would never ebb away – of the sterile rooms where he knew himself as only streaks of aquarium glass; where he saw himself as more and simply less, the seagrass more than a crown -- laureled though he was, in scales of every color -- beading globules white as teeth or as eyes or still-soft flesh, beading pearls as he was elephant ivory, though not the shrapnel of a tusk – dripping the fresh, crisp mead. 

- from joey's heart, i have fermented – the rhizomes of the lotus of his heart. a chocolate cherry – spurned by dingbats and arrowheads, yet no fortune too outrageous – for this age i am iron as i armor myself in dross, when the armor ensconces what remains imperishable by right of what preserves -- as i am myself salty enough to burn ulcers off tongues, lay your beef before me expecting a lashing and i will give what i lap, as i shall no doubt remain, for i paige by the discount ~ all which is orderly in immolation is present in me – for should i fail to guild by this honey i chug, i shall be knot a man known for eras beyond me :-- but will be simply a waste, a man in his box, priority shipping overseas – another garish antique of the hammer head and nailing hand, wrought steelmen coming on cadavers in kiddielands unmembered, this rickety coffin still shambles for me. i keep it suspended by the whim of what lay alive, to hobble still more on stilts to a dawn beyond dusk?

cpt. haruspex met him once –

theirs was a bond which chained across time.

- brux, bro – i uh ... hey.

you wanna go to sleep with me, bro?

bet it'd feel good?

gettin stoned and curlin up with me while i sleep.

let you nuzzle my beard?

yeah?

feel good?

huh? 

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Made two bread Satans that didn't rise yesterday, next door dog liked the one that got baked, with two different batches of yeast and now I fully believe it's this house. The next one will be with baking powder or baking soda-vinegar-milk and if that doesn't rise I'm not making any more bread until we move.

Getting a bread machine isn't the answer, I want to make a little 2 cups of flour regular little loaf for munching on.

Meanwhile the baby black skirts in the fish tank are just adorable. They understand that when it's feeding time everyone darts at the surface, the population is just skirts and algae eaters for now, but it's just starting to connect they should aim for the food.

The way we do things is at night we use the tank to light up the living room, the light goes off in the day and the tank area is fairly dark, so when the light is turned on they get fed. It's trained them about as much as you can expect to train the average fish and as soon as they realize the light is on everyone comes out and starts darting around.

If you need/want a night light and could use a humidifier just get a little fish tank. Don't want the sound of a filter get a betta. Watch the tank drama unfold instead of a screen. Take care of them and give them the best environment. Add a live plant. Get a pet moss ball.

We miss our silly blue betta, we swear the pleco ate him and within a week it became someone else's fish, and still expect him to come out of the castle and dance or play red light green light. He loved the current from the filter and would fluff himself up, float in it, then crash in to a plant or hiding spot. We got the live plant because its leaves are the same as the fake ones they sell as betta hammocks. Turns out all the fish played with it.

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Crawling along as I work to organize my notes for Grease 2. A modern reboot would have done the gender swap. One of the T-Birds was openly gay. No one slut shames the slut. It's an adult relations parody without the adult relations. They're both failing chemistry.

It's still good practice for my brain to try and organize because I have some stuff I'd like to figure in to a CYOA and those take a surprising amount of organization.

And I'm still trying to slog thru the first season of Star Trek Picard and I want to yell at it to pick up the pace and just get to Brent already. Can totally see why most of these people aren't on the poster. Are the Romulan LOTR guy, the asshole captain, and the Romulan boyfriend supposed to be different characters?

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celestial betta

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Hello~! I like your blog! I loved all of your siren stories so much. Would you do some SFW headcanons about Siren Lucifer and maybe Satan too Yanderes with a GN-Reader, please~

Thank you for all your works!

Thank you for your patience, I had rewritten this one. Hope you enjoy.

🧜‍♂️Siren Lucifer and Satan🧜‍♂️ as yandere GN-Reader SFW

Lucifer

Appearance

In his glamoured form, his skin is stark white, and his tail is a contrasting brilliant scarlet and candy red, swirling around with stripes of deep and true black. Every single one of his fins has a black outline.

His fins look more like a crowntail betta with some fraying, though they are much longer and, while they seem cumbersome, they are beautiful in the sun, like a sunset just about to turn to night. Even his eyes are bright and seem to glow in the sun, a bold ruby in the sea.

But when his glamor melts away due to anger or hunger, he’s not so dazzling, instead dark and dull. His skin becomes a very dull slate gray. And his eyes go from red to completely black and his mouth is filled with razor-sharp teeth.

His fin turns even more ripped and torn and the red completely vanishes, leaving him completely jet black with tons of thorn-like protrusions running down his sleek tail.

His hands grow long claws with webbing in between the gaps of his fingers and even more thorns from his wrists up to his elbows. He resembles a deep, deathly rose at the bottom of the ocean, strange to land-bound creatures yet graceful and untouchable.

A Deeper Dark Siren

More of a loner than most sirens, he doesn’t even like the company of other animals and chases them away, though not many live in the deep depths that even the sun cannot reach. He rarely leaves his home, only for food or when he wishes to see the night sky.

He hunts sailors, trailing behind and listening to their tales and stories, mostly so he can get an idea of their sailing patterns. When he strikes, he always goes for the weakest on the ships, those who are slaves to the ship or even lowly workmen, and then he sings to them. His songs are those of desire, how they deserve more than those with better lives, better jobs, better cuts, and how they deserve much better. A song to swell their pride till they go mad and cause a munity.

He’ll take all those who are pushed and slice them open to let them bleed out. He doesn’t have any fear of sea creatures coming to steal his prey while he deals with the others. They know to stay far away when he’s around.

He takes the bodies back down to his den, where he feasts on them for some time, eating even the bones and devouring their marrow, leaving only interesting skulls to remain and add to his growing pile. As he lays amongst the piles of skulls and the treasures he’s collected from age-old sunken ships that have reached his deep depths.

Spending Time with You

He had found you as he was examining the stars of the night sky when he drifted to a small island barren of people, most of the wildlife being bugs, but he spotted you. He’s confused because it's quite far from the mainland.

He indulges you for a bit, the curiosity of your situation outweighing his normal desire to be alone. He approaches you with his glamor and asks, hoisting himself on a nearby rock. If you're shipwrecked, he just curiously asks about how you survived. It is then that he learns that it was because of his songs that you were affected or attacked. If you were swept here, he’s a bit confused about how far you actually lived after being on the seas for so long. Regardless, his interest is perked and you have his attention. He brings you a fish to help with starvation and leaves, though he keeps a watchful eye over you.

He watches you try to survive, only checking in at night. He quite enjoys seeing you forced to fend for yourself, and your progress and tenacity are appealing to him. Seeing you take shelter under a tree as you rest on those warm nights, he makes sure to leave you more food.

Eventually, he comes more frequently and offers more advice on how to save yourself, teaching you how to make better shelter, make better fires to cook with, and the like. He does sit with you, asking you about the world you come from and what it’s like... And he was correct, he doesn’t like humans. You might be an exception, though you are quite interesting.

Sometimes he would keep trying his song on you, but it never worked. He didn’t mind. He started to very much enjoy his time with you. He’d come from the depths far more often to visit. At some point, he even let you touch his scales and fins. He almost seemed to flare them as if he was trying to impress you more.

He’s tried taking you back, but the exposure to the elements might kill you, and with how far away it is, you might not make the trip. He’s happy to provide for you, though. Maybe he’ll move his den closer to the island just for you.

He knows humans can get bored, so he finds trinkets for you or stuff to help you get more comfortable. Old sails for hammocks or bedding, and blankets, ropes, old compasses, or even music boxes. He’ll even look for other islands for fruit that has fallen into the waters.

If he can help it, he will never let you see his true form. He’d hate to scare you away now, not after you… captured this lonely heart of his. His face heated up when he realized just how quickly you wormed your way into his heart, is this what humans call love?

He starts leaving you more personal gifts. A bracelet of his scales or maybe even a hair pin if your hair has grown long enough at this point, or he might have helped you cut it with his long claws while your back was turned to him. Either way, he’s gotten you something small from himself, something that he can see you wear, maybe something paired with some of the flowers he can find. You'd look wonderful. Not that you don’t already.

Dark Tendencies

Taking you back, off that little island of yours was entirely possible, easy even. He lived in the deep parts of the ocean, swimming you to the mainland would take a day and a half, maybe two days at the most, but he wasn’t giving you up so easily, not when he could have you all to himself right here. It was perfect because you were all isolated and almost completely dependent on him. It was like having a little human pet, an absolutely adorable one that belonged to him.

He liked the feeling of bringing you a fat fish, a juicy bunch of fruits, or even sea snakes and mollusks every day and seeing your hungry face light up made his heart flip, all his, all for him on your little island paradise.

He detests when you don’t come to meet him on the shore, the island is a bit big and has a large forested area but at least small enough that you could hear him calling you. If you didn’t come to him he’d get angry and simply leave you for a few days. And with how dependent he’s made you things can get bad for you if you don’t try to get him back.

Trying to build a raft or signal for help is even worse. He looks unimpressed at your craft before asking you "Is what I did for you not good enough?" He’ll crawl on to that beach and glare at you, eyes cold with a smile that doesn’t fit. "After everything I've helped you with, do you want to leave? After all the pampering and love I gave you?" he’ll only give you one chance to make it up to him. Better make it count or he might just make some modifications to his new den and keep you locked away from the sun until you can learn what he’s trying to do for you.

Satan

Appearance

Satan has a long and powerful tail, longer than most sirens'. His caudal fin is a lunate tail, but it’s wide, very wide and matches the pale chartreuse color of his scales. Though it blends to a pale white underbelly.

Most of his other fins are short and more stout, though he has extra fins on his elbows, which are just as short as the others, but they do have a few spines to them.

His light colors make him seem softer, his facial features softer and more approachable, especially during the day he looks like an angel with the sunlight reflecting off him, and even his fins look like stained glass as light glimmers through them.

But his glamor easily melts away. His fins take on a much more torn appearance, with a black center and a true lime green around the edges. The colors of his tails shift, the chartreuse becoming a coal black while his white underbelly glows with a green bioluminescence. If you were to look closely, you might see his skeleton faintly inside that glow.

He grows two extra sets of dagger sharp teeth, though they are much more like barracuda teeth than shark teeth. More for gripping than shredding. They’re placed evenly in his mouth, but his front teeth are much larger than the back ones.

A Bookworm in Water

Despite his aquatic nature, he enjoys the books he finds on some beaches quite interesting, it took a long time for him to decipher what they say, but now whenever he finds them he moves them to a small cove right near the beach. There he wraps up each book and places them safely away from the water.

He sticks close to the cave, protecting his treasures from others and always looking for more. When he’s not out hunting, he’s sitting in the shallows and going over each book, trying to live vicariously through the characters inside, and even secretly hoping that one day he’d be swept away on an adventure. Even taking a wonderful liking to the book titled "The Little Mermaid,"

When he does hunt, he tends to simply stick to the shore. He finds humans tend to visit there alone much more frequently, allowing him much easier meals. He sings a song of trickery, lulling them closer with divine sounds before lunging for them and eating them then and there. The smell of blood is heavy on the beach before the waves wash it all away.

He does have another song. One that travels far if there are no humans on the beach. It's a song of pent up rage, of anger just below the surface that attracts humans with hatred in their hearts. When they get closer, they almost attack Satan but he seems to revel in their struggle, a wild and feral grin coming over him as he fights for his feast.

Spending Time with You

He saw you, book in hand, right on the beach. If you had more than one, he was even more interested. His tail sloshing around in circles with his eyes on the prize you had. Singing his song, he expected your eyes to quickly glaze over and start shuffling over, but instead your head quickly darted over to him. He was floored by the reaction.

He tried his other song in a nervous fluster but ended up making his own voice crack. He was horrified and quickly covered his mouth. Trying to approach him makes him yell at you, telling you to stop where you are, while trying to run makes him lurch with his long tail, grabbing your leg, telling you to stay where you are. He has to think about what just happened.

He keeps you in place as he tries to figure out how you are able to withstand the songs. He asks you extremely personal questions trying to figure it out, but nothing comes to mind. And more troubling still if you go and warn others about this beach, he’ll have a harder time finding food. So he wrestles you into the water, pulling you into his hideaway. He refuses to let you go until he’s figured it out.

During the time he learns more and more, he’s grows more persistent by the day in trying to figure you out. No human should be able to resist a siren. Maybe your family has mixed blood?

He finds you everything you need to survive, building you a fire and a way to collect fresh water and even bringing you ingredients for you to make over the fire. He watches you do everything with focused eyes. And a hint of what seems like childish curiosity as he asks simple questions about the things you do, but he at least seems to be taking mental notes after you answer. If you have questions, though, he seems more than happy to answer them. Anatomy, diet, psychology? Fine, though he does get embarrassed about more personal questions, as if he wasn’t asking you tons of them, though he does answer.

After a while, he starts to share some of his treasures with you. The books he’s found, he unwraps them and reads them to you, he’ll pull himself up on a rock and read them out. If you ever join in on reading he gets excited, his tail swirling around him as he listens, a smile beaming from ear to ear. He gets lost in the tale and, to him, it's like reading it for the first time again.

If you ever do ask about his true form, he’ll show it to you, but only after a lot of warnings. He doesn’t want you to be scared of him. He’s come to enjoy your company, even though it was through not so great circumstances... He’s shy when his form emerges and, depending on how you react, makes him feel ashamed and ugly or a bit uplifted and bashful, with hands going to cover his face and even his tail trying to hide his face as well.

At some point, as he is reading one of his love poems from a bottled message he had found long ago, He realizes all those feelings that are described are much like how he feels his tail slapping the water below in embarrassment. He loves you. What a turn, a twist just like in the epics he read! Were you his call to adventure, just like those tales of old? You have certainly changed so much since he found you. So much for the better. You might have been the most fun he’s had. He’s so happy to have you around.

When he finds books he thinks you might like, he comes back with a smile and gently offers it to you, often paired with some of his scales to make a nice bookmark. He’ll even take you on his favorite rock to read while sunbathing. But seeing you read in the sunlight as you flip a page and his own scales sparkle in the light makes him feel so damned content.

Dark Tendencies

He’s happy to have the foresight to steal you away from the human world. Having you as company was the best thing that ever happened to him, and he was certainly not letting you go. Any time you have asked about leaving he'll give you a smile and change the subject. Even when you get fed up he maintains that smile and offers you something else.

It's only when you try to leave is when his calmness breaks away and he grabs you, pulling you back into the cave. His glamor melts off violently, like ice in a hot skillet. He flashes his teeth as he pins you down on the rocky shelves. "Stay" is all he says before swimming off. The place where he grabbed you hurts. You're reminded of how powerful he is compared to a human like you.

But even after escape attempts, he'll still act like nothing happened. Only having outbursts when you try to leave or escape. But his mood flips back to the relaxed smiles and questions. Even offering reading to you. He does this because he knows he can catch you. You're in some kind of state of anxiety from being cooped up. He understands you're just not thinking clearly and he doesn't mind. You'll come around eventually.