#Large Wader

[subbalakshmisastry]

Asian Openbill Stork In Kukkarahalli Lake Mysore (HD)

[fromtraveldiaries]

Purple heron, Ameenpur, August, 2024

[bucketsquid]

i think it's reasonable to joke about grand run [tm] ruining the salmonid population, as grim as that is when these are sapient people. do not ever forget that part.

BUT

Do you think King Salmonids can spawn too? They're so huge. You can fit SO MANY EGGS in a fish that big.

They'll have lots and lots of kids! After all, it's the BOFFFs (Big Old Fat Fertile Fishes) that keep populations afloat.

[skygoldart]

Cod Grian Cosplay Build!

The fish man himself, season 10 Grian!

Reference Sketch

Some notes:

I always end up changing somethings from the reference when making the actual outfit, although I stayed pretty close it it this time.

I initially drew him with a handlebar mustache and goatee to mimic the whiskers of a fish, however I switched to a fluffier mustache beard to match the guy from Frozen.

I also opted for my turtleneck shirt over the red sweater+collar to go for more of a fisherman vibe

Since Grian is usually drawn with parrot wings, I wanted to call back to that with red yellow and blue feathers on the bobbers.

The tail and fins

I wanted to lean into the “fish”er man design and gave him fish fins and a tail.

It’s design is based on a cod fish with striped fins based on the feathers of an osprey

To make it, I drew the tail pattern on a large piece of paper, cut it out, cut each section out of the respective fabric times two, sewed the two sides together, and lastly filled it with a ton stuffing.

The tail is heavy, but it’s fun to wack people with it.

The fins for the arms and beanie are made in a similar way, each hand sewn onto the beanie/bracers once stuffed.

The Overalls

I had originally planned for him to be wearing waders, but wanted to make the outfit more wearable for everyday wear without overheating. So I opted for some brown corduroy overalls instead.

To add a “wet” look to each pant leg, I briefly dipped each one into some black fabric dye before rinsing and drying.

The green pixels on his skin look like they could be kelp or patches so I decided to go with the latter and dug through my scrap fabric to find these green pieces.

I embroidered the edge of each piece with a unique stitch and placed them randomly on each leg.

The snails!

Of course we can’t forget about the snails

There are three snails for this project with two more eventually on the way (a plush pink snail, and a plush brown snail).

I made the clay blue snail first with polymer and attached tie tacks to the underside so I can use it like a pin and stick it anywhere on my clothes.

Same goes for the pink worm snail which is also made of clay.

The blue plush snail is based on a pattern from Etsy by willowynn with some slight modifications, mainly to the eyes/feelers, and doubling the size.

Facial hair

This was one of the parts I was the most excited about for this cosplay and the only part I didn’t do myself. I commissioned @basic-amoeba to make a custom ventilated beard, styled and everything. This part turned out so good!

Some final notes for this project

This cosplay took from Feb 20 to March 15th to complete since I was so determined to finish it before Grian changed his skin. Haha look at me now. He still hasn’t changed it.

Not pictured (cause why can I only add 10 photos 😭) is the mending book with a fish hook I made using scrap faux leather, cardboard, and some cut printer paper. I painted in galactic the word mending and sprayed the whole thing in my “enchanting” spray paint (a blue to purple iridescent glitter spray paint)

A small fun backstory to the fishing rod:

My grandpa is an experienced fisherman and has dozens of fishing poles. When I talked about this project with him, he brought me out to his workshop and pulled down the dustiest fishing rod there. He told me he had fished this fishing rod from a lake one day with the line and bait still attached. Can’t get anymore accurate to Minecraft fishing than that lol.

Obligatory cosplay photo:

[thesiltverses]

hello mr ware, the siltcord has been discussing and so i would like to ask if you have any notes/thoughts on speculative biology or ecology in the world of the silt verses?

Howdy! That's a really fun question and I think my only note for anyone playing or imagining within the setting would be to run riot with it. (Because we're talking about a million different accelerated and highly localised evolutionary triggers compared to our world, right? What does happen to the fish swimming downriver from an automobile plant dedicated to a god of oil, coal and gas? What god are the bees worshipping when they construct their vast golden cathedrals, what blessings manifest in their swarms, and what happens if a hive grows large enough? Back in Season 1, we mention that something with a beautiful siren song joins the birds in the branches - how would the birds ultimately be changed by that and become its evangelists?)

I think there's a ton of inherent possibility in speculative biology and ecology if you want to get into the margins of the setting, even as a discipline - I wonder how brave and hardened you'd need to be to put on a pair of waders and head into the wilds trying to chart all of these localised mutations. But it's the sort of thing you need to be really cautious about within a compressed and discrete narrative - the more weird background detail you introduce, the more gonzo and alien the setting becomes, the more we lose the sense of familiar drabness and closeness to our world.

In other words, we barely touched it but it's out there as an idea and I think it's awesome.

PS: Apropos of nothing, a little while back I was reading Cuckoo by Gretchen Falker-Martin, who repeatedly introduces 'ghostly phlox' as a strange background detail of her desert landscape. It's such a wonderful choice because despite having a beautiful meaning, the name of the flower itself is fleshy, lumpen and weird. PHLOX. It sounds alien and wrong. I guess the tie-in is that if we'd done more with ecology in the show, it'd have been about looking for elements like that which are unobtrusively off but off nonetheless.

[treecakesarts]

[ID: a digital drawing of a poster for natori shuuichi's fabulous fishing, showing natori standing in front of a river holding a fishing pole in one hand and a large fish in the other. natori is wearing brown waders, a red plaid shirt, and a bucket hat. / end ID]

natori shuuichi's fabulous fishing!!

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

JOHN: why do they always show cranberries in those big pits and it's implied it's wet and possibly swimmable. do cranberries really grow like that. what.

ROSE: You've never heard of The Bog?

JOHN: th. the what?

ROSE: Hm. I forget some people don't understand New England.

JOHN: each additional comment you add makes my blood run cold.

ROSE: Well, then, yes, cranberries grow in large clumps called bogs. Once they're ripe, the bog is flooded and the cranberries are harvested, basically by using big floating nets to round them all up and scooping them out of the water.

JOHN: ok thank you. i hate it a little less. the horrible little man in my head is still screaming "BOG BODY BOG BODY BOG BODY", but i appreciate the education.

ROSE: Additionally, you don't just flood the bog and then go around it in a boat, or whatever. No, you use hip waders to get in there and put the big floating nets where they go and get all the berries and such.

ROSE: And many cranberry farms opt for organic or sustainable pest control methods, one of which is encouraging wolf spiders to live in the cranberry field and eat the bugs to keep insect damage down.

JOHN: wait.

ROSE: And, well, when you're in the bog in hip waders, that makes you the tallest thing. Wolf spiders can swim a bit, but they don't like it, so they are, quite understandably, looking to climb out of the water onto a tall thing. So you will probably have, like, a hundred wolf spiders trying to climb your eyebrows. You have to be chill, though, because the spiders are also employees.

ROSE: If you ever want to go wading in a cranberry bog, just make sure you're cool with spiders.

JOHN: ...i want you to know, really truly know, that "make sure you're cool with spiders" is not a specific enough statement for that situation.

[minecraft-inspo]

Though the majority of oviraptorosaur diversity existed later in the Cretaceous, several more primitive genera are known from the Early Cretaceous. I have created four to join our roster for this epoch, illustrating the morphological diversity of these initial forms. 

An iconic dinosaur, well-known for its cartoonish front teeth, Incisivosaurus bears little resemblance to later oviraptorosaurs. The skull is elongate, crestless, and evidently toothed, in contrast to the more typical members of this clade. Incisivosaurus is among the most basal oviraptorosaurs and was important in illustrating that many of the group’s most bird-like features were the result of convergence. This animal was quite small and is known from a single 10 cm skull along with two referred juvenile specimens. It was likely a close relative of Protarchaeopteryx, with some researchers suggesting synonymy between the two genera. However, due to the crushed nature of the Protarchaeopteryx skull and the lack of an adult postcranial skeleton of Incisivosaurus, comparison remains difficult. Incisivosaurus possessed feathers, with the juvenile specimens exhibiting large tail fans similar to those known from its more derived relative, Caudipteryx. 

Caudipteryx is another small oviraptorosaur, best known for its immaculate preservation which helped to establish the presence of feathers in non-avian dinosaurs. Fossilized melanosomes suggest that Caudipteryx was a dark colored animal with striping in the wings and tail fan. It bears more resemblance to later, more derived Oviraptorosaurs than to Incisivosaurus, with reduced teeth, a shortened skull, and more bird-like proportions. However, these dinosaurs were contemporaries and were both discovered in China’s Yixian Formation. 

Yuanyanglong is a newly described dinosaur published in 2024. It had a comically small head and long legs. Ecologically, it may have been a wader. Two specimens are known, having been unearthed from the Miaogou Formation of northern China. While many Late Cretaceous oviraptorosaurs are described from localities in the Gobi desert, this is the first known from the Early Cretaceous in that region.  The species name “bainian” means "a hundred years,” and honors the 100th anniversary of the naming of Chirostenotes and Oviraptor, both described in 1924. 

Finally, Microvenator is a quite speculative inclusion. Known from only a single juvenile specimen, the identity of this animal remains uncertain. It was initially interpreted as a small predatory dinosaur, with Deinonychus teeth being attributed to it. Later study established that it was, in fact, an oviraptorosaur, the oldest known from North America. However, whether it is a primitive oviraptorosaur along the lines of Incisivosaurus, or a more derived oviraptorosaur remains uncertain. Recent phylogenies tend to find that it is the most basal Caenagnathid, meaning that it is more closely related to Anzu than to Oviraptor, and as such, quite derived. Thus, the appearance, as interpreted here, is more like the oviraptorosaurs of the Late Cretaceous than the more basal relatives otherwise known from the Early Cretaceous.

[captainlondonman]

Sewer Man

Josh felt in a great place. He was doing well in college, had the pick of the girls and  with the curly blond locks and good physique helped by much time at the gym, he was going places he thought. He was on his way home walking alongside his mate, Tim and passing a building site where clearly there was work going on in the sewers. You couldn’t avoid the stench stretching as far as the pavement. Just as they were about to pass a stocky,middle aged man in full yellow mud stained Hi Viz waterproof clothing and mud caked waders came into view, smiling at the lads as they walked past.

‘I tell what Tim, one thing is for sure, I ain’t ever gonna end up in a job like that looking as shit as he does. Christ look at him with his overweight body and doing such menial work.’

Just after they passed the bloke, the man shouted out

‘Hey mate looks like you dropped this bottle out of your bag.’

‘Not sure it’s mine,’ Josh retorted gruffly

‘Sure is mate, I saw it just fall out as you were looking at me. It ain’t been opend so you might as well have it.’ He said coming up to Josh to hand over.

The smell from the man with the sewer slush all over him made Josh want to throw up and get the hell out so thinking it was best to quick accept.

T’hanks very much’ as he grabbed the bottle.

‘Sorry about the smell lad but you get used to it.’

Josh grimaced as he took the bottle and stuffed quickly into his bag, moving on.

‘Christ what a fucking job he’s got and he thinks you get used to that smell. Not bloody likely as far as I’m concerned. No one would want to look and smell like that’

Josh and Tim walked on eventually parting ways and Josh thought when he got in he would get on to his computer and get some college work done for the following day. Later in the evening with the bottle sitting unopened next to his lap top  he started feeling a bit horny so unzipping his trousers he started to cruise online enjoying some of the porn sites seeing girls giving blokes blow jobs. As his cock started to grow he opened the bottle and took a swig of the water.

‘Odd, it doesn’t feel just like water but it’s not bad. I’m still sure I never dropped it. As the water slid down his throat so his cock hardened, much stiffer  than normal, he was ram rod stiff and feeling so constrained in his trousers he put his hand in to yank out. As his full thickness came out so his cock sprang up showing a nice gleam of precum. He looked at the photos on line and thought to himself.

‘How come this is making me so horny, I need to search for something better’ so without thinking he typed in

Horny HiViz workies on Tumblr and immediately a whole page of websites came up. Guys in Hiviz, Bears, chunky workies with full beards and arses showing.

‘Shit what is all this I have never looked at this before but my cock is telling me I love it’. He stared at the screen, seeing photos of Hi Viz guys sucking one another off,  fucking each other in portacabins, big and beefy and the bigger and beefier, the more he kept staring and the more his cock bounced.

‘Shit this is great, these guys are so turning me on,’ he said as his hand started to slip down and grasp the full ramrod thickness. The more he stared at the screen the more his hand started to work his shaft and he sat further back in his chair , his legs wide apart so he could see his full 8” and feel the pulsating hardness.

 ‘What is it that’s making me love seeing these hairy workers shag each other but it’s such a turn on.’

The one video of two blokes in a portacabin with one bent over a bench his HIViz taken down round his ankles showing a large hairy arse while his mate unzipped and took out his thick cock spitting on the shaft and rubbing it in with his dirty hands ready to take his mate up the arse. The guy’s pot belly was hanging over his trousers  but that was part of the arousal for Josh. He played the video over and over again his hand jerking his cock, moving up and down the full length. He could feel himself coming and arched back in the chair groaning as he could feel his cum ready to burst from his balls and up the shaft.

‘This is the best wank ever’ he thought and with that he spurted load after load of cum the first load hitting his chin and then all over his body, great arcs of creamy cum.

‘Where did all this cum from? I never wanked like this and had so much.’ And his heavy breathing subsided.

Cleaning himself up Josh went to bed and all night he could not get the picture of the two burly hairy workies fucking each other out of his mind. His cock kept getting hard every time he thought about them.

Getting up the next morning he decided he could not be bothered going to college and would chill out at home. As always he liked to look at himself in the mirror admiring his 6 pack.

‘Christ something seems a bit different’ he said examining himself. The blond hairs on his arms were starting to go a darker colour and his smooth chest was showing signs of a dark stubble not just a little patch between his tits but stretching up from his waist and up towards his neck. Even his legs seemed to have a coating of darker hair.

‘It was not like this yesterday’ he thought but in some ways he thought it made him look more masculine so he then forgot it and started to get on with his day. Seeing the bottle of water he decided to take another swig, it wasn’t that bad. Again as it went down his throat  so the tingle started again and so his cock hardened making a thick large bulge in his chinos. He felt good and suddenly he knew he needed to go out but wore a long jacket to cover his hardon. Without thinking he walked into town and stopped outside the barber shop where he had seen several workies go in for their cuts. There was only the one barber but the guys always seemed happy to sit and wait. But today there was no one waiting so he was drawn inside.

The barber turned and said

‘Hi Mate needing a cut?  He was a bear of a man. 6’2’’ with shaved head and bushy dark beard. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt and his hairy arms  bulged out and the buttons could hardly keep in his belly which was straining at the fabric. A pair of fatiques showed a large arse and a decent bulge at his cock.

‘Yeah thanks’

‘So what do you want? Just a trim with those blond locks of yours.

Without thinking Josh blurted out ‘No I want the lot of off Make my head look like yours , basically a skinhead.’

‘As long as you are sure. It will certainly make you like a real man’

‘That’s what I want’ Josh replied so certain.

The barber took out his razors and started shaving each side of Josh’s head and Josh could see all his blond locks falling in to the floor but he didn’t mind. Then he felt the hair on the back of his head go leaving a stubbly mess all over.

‘I’m gonna put some shaving foam all over your head and then take the sharp razor for a proper job.’

‘Fine by me’

As the barber worked on his head Josh could still feel his cock so stiff that it was almost painful. With the hair cape over him he started to stroke his dick and move it around in his chinos to make it more comfortable. The barber was moving around the chair and Josh could feel the guy’s belly rubbing against him. Josh was loving that flesh against him and started to mildly push his body against the chest and feel it sinking into him. Not sure what was going on but he started to think the guy was responding and pushing a little more. As Josh looked down he could see the guys enlarged crotch sitting on the armchair, the bulge pushing against his fatiques and showing the outline of an definite knob on. Josh couldn’t understand why he was getting so aroused  by this fat guy with the big cock when he was hetero but he felt himself so horny and loved the guy’s beer belly tight in against him. His  hand started stroking his own cock thinking he was being discreet.

‘Looks to me mate as if me scalping you is getting you worked up. I know damn well that hand of yours is stroking your dick.’

And with that the barber undid the cover and took it away.

‘That’s some erection you got there, Christ it really is straining down your leg.’

Not knowing what he was saying or why Josh found himself saying

 ‘I love feeling your belly rubbing me and that cock of yours looks pretty erect to me.’

‘Sure is mate, a good sized bulge.’

 ‘I’ve never sucked a cock before but I really want to give you a blow job

‘Looks as if you have come to the right place. You won’t get a better dick than mine to suck. Just as well you have a big mouth to take it all. Let me lower the blinds and lock the door.’

Josh needed to let his cock out and he was so hard he could hardly let it out of his chinos. He turned to see the barber coming back towards him, his belly hanging over his belt and his hand rubbing his expanding crotch.

‘So you like a big guy with a big dick, eh boy.’

‘Sure do.’ Josh replied his hand reaching out to grab the barbers crotch and he could feel a huge pair of balls and thick erect dick.

‘I’ve never sucked dick before but Christ I want this man’

‘Let me help you’ the barber said as his meaty hands undid his zip and let his cock bounce out. ‘You’d be amazed how many workies have had this down their throats.’

His dick sprang out of a forest of dark pubic hair really thick at the top a full 9inches tapering and  revealing a large cut dark pink head.

‘You sure look as if you’re gagging for my dick.’

The barber took hold of Josh scalped head and pushed it towards his cock.

‘You can get hold of your prick while you suck me off. Not a bad knob you have there boy it sure is fucking stiff.’

Josh could smell the sweat of the man’s cock as he opened his mouth. He may never have sucked before but he knew what he wanted and he wanted the whole length. He let his tongue gently rub around the head taking in the first drops of precum. It felt good and he let his tongue lick his lips to savour the taste and smell.

‘I need a bit more than a fucking lick, open yer whole mouth. My workies know how to suck cock.’

Josh opened his mouth wide and slowly started to take in the length, slightly gagging at first, tears coming to his eyes  but he knew he wanted the full and more than that he wanted to feel his scalp touch the man’s beer gut which was hanging over his fatiques. As the barber’s ock was nicely tapered so he was able to move up the shaft, his saliva moistening the thickness.

 The barber took hold tightly of Josh’s head and pushed him against his groin.

‘Take the whole bloody length’ as he plunged his cock the whole way until Josh’s mouth was almost glued against the forest of dark wiry pubes. Taking the prick was one thing but for Josh feeling his bald head rubbing against the flabby hairy belly was the best. As the barber pulled him in and out and as the cock slipped all the way down Josh’s throat so his head moved in and out of the soft hairy belly.

‘You fucking love dick but I think you love a beer gut even more. Go on push yerself right in. You suck just like a fucking wired up workie. They suck the best. Maybe you should think it over. I fucking love feeling all that spit of yours on my shaft.’

Keeping hold of Josh’s head the barber started humping faster and faster and by this time Josh had his hand gripped round his own dick wanking as hard as he could, loving the feel around his cock head.

‘Shit man I,m gonna cum, keep wanking boy I want to see you shoot as you take all my spunk.’

With one final push so Josh’s head sank into the barber’s belly he let out wad after wad down Josh’s throat so much that it was spilling out and down his chin.

Josh let out a huge groan as his own cock erupted up and over his shirt great white globs all down his front.

‘You are one fucking randy little cunt, boy.’ The barber said wiping his cock to remove the dripping cum. Well time for you to have a look at your head and see what you think. Not sure what it is mate but you seem to have changed a bit since you came in. Is it just the scalping?’

Josh looked at his reflection. His eyes opened wide in astonishment. Sure enough all his blond hair had gone and a gleaming bald head was in its place which he thought looked so different but liked, in fact he loved it. However his blond facial hair which was never very heavy and besides he shaved every morning, looked very different. It was not just a very dark 5 o’clock shadow but it was a short bristle and seemed to take up half his face which in itself seemed bigger and wider. He then looked down his body and hardly noticed all the cum stains down his shirt. What he did see was that his body was almost wanting to bust out of his shirt. The shirt had been fine when he put it on but now not only could he see a pair. of man boobs but his belly was tightly pressed against his shirt and his arms  were almost ripping the sleeves open. Not only that but there was dark hair showing right up to his neck. Is this me he asked himself moving his hands around to make sure the reflection showed in the mirror. It was him. Gone was the boy next door look and in its place was a bald dark  guy with a thickening body.

‘I know it is me’ he thought ‘and somehow I like it.’

The barber said ‘You can’t leave here with that cum stained shirt. I think I can help you out, wait a mo.’

He went out the room and came back in with a battered bag.

One of my workies left this recently but hasn’t come back for it. It has a HiViz jacket inside plus some other things so you might as well take the lot. Look here’s the jacket.’

He pulled out a filthy jacket full of dark stains, some areas looked more black than yellow.

‘I can’t wear that’

‘Well you either put that on or everyone sees you’ve been having a good wank. Up to you mate.’

Josh took the jacket and thought

Christ where has this been its almost as if it’s been down a sewer.’

Gingerly he put it on. But it was too big.

‘Forget the size mate at least it will get you home.’

‘I’ll just leave the rest’ Josh said.

‘Oh no take the lot I don’t want it messing up my shop and beside I don’t want that smell around me. Tell you what since you gave me such a great blow job I won’t charge you and you can take the bag as a thank you from me. Now get the hell out and let me wipe my cock before the next workie comes in. You never know what he might be wanting.’

As Josh slunk home he was at first worried someone might recognise him but thought with his shiny scalped head, his now dark semi beard and thicker body plus the dirty HI Viz jacket no one would want him. Also the smell would put people off. However as he carried the bag not knowing what was inside, there was something about the smell that he started to like.

‘Christ it’s like a sewer but I am feeling turned on and he could feel his cock grow the more he breathed in the foul smell. ‘Thank God the jacket is covering me, just as well it is too big’ he thought as his cock inched its way down his leg.

Once home he took the jacket off and laid it across his bed, dumped the bag on the floor and found himself having to wank gain to get his cock back to normal. When he had cleaned himself up he felt so tired and took another gulp of the special water before undressing and collapsing on his bed under the jacket.

‘God I must have slept for hours he thought as the daylight poured in I’d better get up and prepare for college’ as he struggled out of bed. As he passed his mirror he suddenly halted and stood back to look at himself. He had to touch the mirror to know that it was him. The blond college guy had gone. In front of him stood a slob. He was now taller than yesterday, gone were the slim muscle legs. They now looked like hairy tree trunks, thick curly hair from his toes all the way up and around his crotch. But his crotch was massively thick with hairs and now he had a pair of very heavy balls. His nicely sized circumsized cock was longer and thicker and uncut. The dark hair continued all the way up and across his chest. The slight belly he had yesterday and now ballooned out to a full beer gut hanging over his belly and his man boobs almost needed a bra with huge fleshy nipples. The dark hair continued up and around his shoulders and as he turned in the mirror so it continued down his back and Christ his arse was a positive jungle. His head was still totally shaved and gleaming but the 2 days growth of beard was now thick and bushy. Staring at himself he panicked  and as he stared dumbfounded he could smell BO from somewhere. Christ it was him as he lifted his arm and smelled his now hairy armpits. ‘Its as though I have not washed for a week.

How the hell can I go out’ he thought ‘as none of my clothes will fit me, I not just big but I’m fat and almost craving for a beer.’

He then remembered he had worm the Hi Viz jacket the day before and it was what he thought way too big. Perhaps there were some clothes in the bag he could at least wear until he got to a shop.

Lifting up the bag he let the contents fall onto his bed and with the clothes came an avalanche of dirt. ‘What the hell is all this?’

As he checked through he saw a worn dirty and pissed stained jockstrap, the piss marks now almost brown. A dirty T shirt with holes under the armpits smeared with grease. A pair of HIViz trousers which were almost as black at the jacket, a thick belt, a pair of dirty thick socks that at one stage may have been white but now were grey and finally the items that had made the bag so heavy, a pair of waders caked in dirt.

‘How the hell can I go out in these but I have no option’ he thought. Firstly he put on the jockstrap which was a perfect fit and let his new cock fill it out. His cock stirred as he gave himself a hard grope. The T shirt was tight making his boobs stick out and his nipples so obvious, it was a bit short so when he put on the HiViz trouers his hairy  belly stuck out under and over the tight belt. Next the waders and he felt the rubber attaching itself to his legs as he pulled them up. Finally the jacket which today was a perfect fit. He walked back to the mirror to look and picked up the almost empty bottle to down the last few drops. He stood facing himself his legs wide apart, the waders almost rising to his groin so his crotch stuck out, his meaty hands jutting out from the jacket. And his belly dropping down over the belt. Instead of feeling disgusted at his look he smiled and felt that he looked right, he looked a fucking fat beery thicko workie and already he could see his crotch getting bigger and his cock more than semi erect.

Now he knew what he needed to do and where he needed to go.

Josh walked back to the building site he had passed a few days earlier and the guy was standing waiting and signing towards him.

‘I knew you’d be back Joe. This is where you are meant to be and shit, look at you, a right slob of a workie, perfect for us to get on with the job down the sewer. Get your hard hat on and let’s climb down. I lead the way and you follow

Josh did as he was told and climbed down into the sewer. The stench rising to meet him. Once down the lights were dim but as he stood and took in the foul smell so his cock started to grow. He fucking loved the smell and felt at home., giving his crotch a pull and his cock slid down over the waders.

I knew you’d love it down here Joe. I can see that cock of yours loves it too. So does mine, the Boss said unzipping his Hi Viz. I think you and I have a bit of unfinished business eh? Now get over here’

The Boss put out one of his dirty shit covered hands and grabbed Josh’s cock squeezing his balls tightly.

A nice package you got there Joe. I might want a bit of that later. Bet you love vthat dick of yours in the jockstrap with all that dried piss. That piss is mine mate so you can feel all that rubbing against you. Time we let that beer gut of your out. Bet you never thought you’d have a hairy gut that size. The Boss released the belt and opened up the HiViz trousers showing Josh’s thick pubes.

‘Now turn round and stand against the wall’ and with that the Boss pulled down the trousers so they rested on the top of the waders. Jesus that is one hairy arse you’ve got. I will need to really push my cock past all that bloody jungle. The Boss took his hands over the arse cheeks and prodded into his hole. Seems you have a good sized hole there Joe. You’ll need for my cock.

The Boss undid his own HiViz and let his cock spring out, gobbing onto the shaft and with his hand mixing the spit and the shit. Along the shaft.

Bet you love getting shafted win those waders and you can take in the sewer stench at the same time.

The Boss kicked Josh’s legs wider apart as he directed his cock into the hairy crevice, pulling his cheeks wider apart so as to take the thickness of his prick. As he slid in his cock so Josh pushed out his arse to take the length and bonce the Boss could feel his dick sliding up with the mix of spit and shit he brought his hairy hands around Josh’s waist.

Not much of a waist you have there now. One big heavy hairy beer belly.. Let me get my hands over this mass and squeeze you. As he rubbed his hands over Josh’s belly so he pushed his cock up to the hilt , their waders rubbing together.

This is it Joe, now who’s the fucking middle aged fat workie. We are both hairy HiViz blokes down the sewers and you fucking love it , eh.

Yes Boss go on keep humping me. I’m so fucking hard with that cock all the way up my hairy arse.’ Josh said as he took one of the boss’s hands and move it up to his boobs. ‘Go on work my big tits. My boobs are almost like a woman and I lobve them being worked over. That’s right really squeeze my nipples’

‘ A right fucking dirty workie you are. Shit man you haver me almost ready to come’ the Boss said as he was pummelling Josh with his dick while one hand squeezed his belly and the other pinched hard his tit..

‘I’m fucking giving you it mate and you’re gonna take every drop of my spunk’

With one final ram the Boss erupted his cum all the way up Josh’s arse.

You ain’t coming yet Joe. I want to have some that spunk of yours a bit later so you will just need to hold back or now. Besides now you are down the sewer it’s time for some work to be done. Life ain’t so bad is it. A belly like yours, stench of shit, dirty all the time and a right hairy bugger to boot in those fucking waders.’

‘ Thanks for all this Boss. I don’t want anything else.

[therealstacyfakename]

Fisherman Tommy kinard who owns the charter his dad left him. His ears are pierced but he hasn’t really worn them since he was 20 and wanted to piss his dad off. He lives in the cottage his Nonna left him in her will. He has a large dvd collection and a well stocked kitchen from his monthly Costco trips (Costco is an hour and a half away in Astoria). When he doesn’t want to cook he can walk into town and get the best fish and chips on the coast. He used to hate this town, but no longer seeing it under the shadow of his father, he’s started to realize there’s no where else he could live.

He needs a deck hand this summer and hired Evan. Evan doesn’t have any experience on the water but he works hard and learns fast. Evan, on some kind of find-himself roadtrip takes up Tommy’s offer to live in his spare room for the summer (housing in a tourist town is both hard to come by and expensive). They slip into a comfortable rhythm quickly, Evan is a good roommate and obscenely chipper at 4am when they wake up to go to the harbor. Sometimes when Evan is pulling in crab pots he can’t stop staring at him, he just makes those grunden waders look good.

Ok so anyways this idea came to me this morning and I started writing a fic about this.

[ebitenpura]

Commander Stew

Theron cooks something for the Commander.

Odessen - The Kitchens

A young man sporting a dollop of white hair and refined features entered the communal kitchen of the Alliance carrying a large crate, wearing a plain burlap apron, rubber gloves, and waders over what usually would qualify as a stealth suit–a bit of an odd sight, but one Theron had gotten used to over time.

“Hey! You’re back early. Put ‘em down over there,” Theron glanced over his shoulder, nodding briefly at the young man, then motioning with his head at the kitchen island. Eight squeezed past him as he ran his hands under the faucet, careful not to bump into the other spy. They set down the box on the counter and patiently folded their hands, awaiting instructions.

Theron turned off the sink and flung the remnant droplets off his hands, drying them with a slightly stained checkerboard dish towel.

Even with his fearsome past, Theron found the quiet operative to be pleasant company most days, with Eight acting as his assistant in daily matters ranging from mundane chores to deadly missions. All at the behest of Lana, of course. She was the one who insisted on (see: forced) a pair of helping hands for him after he'd incorrectly assumed she’d wanted him to take on all her burdens.

Not that he was complaining about the extra hands. Certainly not today of all days–he was planning something special, and that required all of the help he could get.

Theron opened the flaps of the crate. Fresh from their gardening plot in the Odessen fields, the box was practically bursting with colorful root vegetables and leafy greens native to the planet. Purple, orange, striped yellows and swirls of blue–all packed with vitamins and the healthy color of a successful crop. Plain proof that their efforts to cultivate more organic food for the personnel had finally given fruit, after several long winters of withered stalks and exhausting meals of food chips.

Theron smiled wryly. He’d have to make a toast to Dr. Oggurrobb’s fertilizer and the Force Enclave’s agricultural knowledge later.

“Will this be enough?” Eight asked, mellow as ever. He watched him coolly through deep umber eyes.

“It’s more than enough,” Theron answered, a bit of uncertainty leaking into his tone as he stared at the foodstuffs. The vegetables taunted him from their comfy spot atop the counter next to the impressive array of knives and cooking utensils laid out side-by-side like an interrogation toolkit. “...I think.” He wiped the tip of his nose.

Theron hated to admit it, but he was no culinarian. Master Zho had never taught him (really, what could you teach a kid to cook in the wilderness besides canned goods and pre-packaged rations), and his stint as a SIS agent since his youth had left him with little time to prepare nor care. The extent of his cooking repertoire could quickly be summed up to sticking a frozen Orobird leg in the flash oven and waiting for two minutes, sadly.

So why was he making an effort now?

The image of the Commander’s tired face weary from battle and sleepless nights, aging lines etched deep into their skin with the carvings of a destiny too large for one person, flashed in Theron’s mind. He’d seen the way they’d fought–skipped meals, denied themselves sleep, hid the way their gaze turned vacant when they thought no one was looking, left their cafeteria plate practically untouched, compounded blackened bottoms of endless cups of caf, the stims—the Commander was burning themselves at both ends.

Hypocritical as it was, he couldn’t stand watching them drive themselves into the ground. The galaxy’s fate was important, but…not as important as they were to Theron. Yet he found himself at a loss; what words he wanted to tell them to eat better, to sleep more, to stop hurting themselves fell short whenever the Commander gave him that one look. That look of resignation, deep as the dull ache that would settle in his chest afterwards.

“I’m okay,” They’d tell him, smiling wan, “Thank you, Theron.” It’s alright. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me.

Like hell he couldn’t. He–

“Theron…?”

Theron snapped out of his reverie, realizing he’d been wringing the dishcloth far too tightly for too long. Eight stared at him, puzzled. He released it. His knuckles returned to their previous pink.

“...Sorry. Just. Tired,” Theron shook his head, massaging his temples. Tired. Yeah. He was sure someone else was too, and he hadn’t asked Eight to come here to watch him have a breakdown. Pushing off from the counter, he clapped his hands together, mustering up a second wind. “Let’s get to work. Shall we?”

Commander Stew

Ingredients:

Young Makrin Legs

Orobird Soup Stock

Rootleaf, 1 Head

Imperial-issued Instant Glowblue Noodles, 1 Package

Republic Synth-Ham and Grophet Sausages

Odessen Wild Onions

Mandalorian Spice Sauce

Zakuulan Swamp Glowshrooms

Slice of Ration Cheese

Directions:

Prepare the young makrin legs by soaking them in water and shaving the fibrous exterior with a peeler.

Theron stared at the unassuming pile of…legs that resembled roots more than they did the limbs of any creature, and secretly shuddered. Makrins weren’t particularly uncommon on terrestrial worlds, but their crabby, tree-like appearance and tendency to wallow in loam didn't make them his first choice to eat. He wasn't exactly opposed to adventurous cuisine, but he wondered how exactly the legs of a chitinous creature equaled something that would make the Commander more appetized.

As if sensing his cause for pause, Eight peered over his shoulder where he stood frozen with peeler in hand. “The Jedi recommended them for use in medicinal dishes. When eaten boiled, it lowers blood pressure, and contains many nutrients.” He said thoughtfully, as if reading an entry from an encyclopedia.

“Is that so.” Theron inwardly balked at the mention of the Jedi–a little known fact was that Master Zho had raised him on Jedi cuisine, most of it vegetarian, but even then he hadn’t sampled every bit of agriculture the galaxy had to offer. Makrin legs were a bit out there, but seeing as they were native to Odessen, recommended by the enclave and another piece of stress relief on a plate for the Commander? His survival training told him the harmless limbs could only benefit, despite their gnarly appearance.

Remove the tips and fibrous base. When cleaned and processed, set aside.

He buckled down and began shaving the legs. Lack of proper nutrition was always a deciding factor in conflict–Theron had seen his fair share of soldiers who contracted disease from improper eating and lack of supplies– and he would feed the Commander any bit of ugly vegetables if it meant seeing a little more life restored to their pallid cheeks. His fingers found their rhythm as he removed the tough outer skin from the legs exposing their soft white core beneath the blade of the peeler, their texture reminding him oddly of Dantooinian tubers with an extra coat of slime.

Slice and dice half of a medium-sized onion.

Theron had to pretend he wasn't looking particularly emotional as he chopped the onion. Or maybe he was simply brought to tears at the thought that their food could have flavor for once, all thanks to the Alliance’s team of scouts who procured such supplies for them from the unmapped regions of Odessen’s wilds. Eight was among that team, hence Theron's willingness to let an Imp spy of all people join him in cooking. There was only a small handful of people he could use to conceal his efforts from the Commander, and Theron would make use of both his ability to obtain food in secret and his espionage skills to see this through, opposing factions be damned.

And if others worried about poisoning, well. He didn't pride himself on being Chief of Security for nothing. The safety of the Commander was his priority, as were the characters of those he chose to fight alongside them. They were his responsibility. His to trust with their most important fight and everything in-between. Theron couldn't afford to keep the old grudges that the Republic and Empire maintained in these desperate times, and he would not fall victim to their need to blind themselves with their unending war. He had to fight for what was important, and that was…people. Not sides.

Theron would always be a son of the Republic at his heart. But now his heart belonged to another, and those lines had long blurred.

Slice the glowshrooms length-wise, removing the head from the stems. Set aside.

Clean and cut the rootleaf in half, then the following halves into quarters; chop into smaller squares until you have about 1 cup’s worth of rootleaf. Store the rest in a cool, refrigerated place.

Unpackage the Synth-Ham, Republic Ration #0625, and slice to desired thickness.

Theron opened the can of mystery meat and upended it onto the chopping board. The green ham-like substance plopped onto it with gelatinous grace. He poked it with his cooking knife. It jiggled away from the tip.

Eight placed an empty pot next to him along with a can of opened grophet sausages and an unwrapped package of Imperial ration Glowblue Noodles, their signature color shining through the foil. Theron quickly thanked him out of the corner of his mouth.

Arrange the rootleaf, onion, makrin legs, and glowshrooms at the bottom of the pot in even layers.

Add a helping of Mandalorian Spiced Sauce on top.

Theron couldn't forget Torian and his people. They were the ones who suggested using their own spices for the hotpot, as “no other spice in the galaxy compares to that of a Mando’s.” Though he’d initially expressed some reservations at setting the Commander’s tongue aflame, this special mix had been made with their preference in mind; Shae had been so impressed by their valor that she presented several crates worth as a gift after the battle of Darvannis. Spices were a luxury if not a grand gesture in wartime, and not one Theron intended to use lightly.

Add the Synth-Ham, grophet sausages, and top with a slice of ration cheese over the previous ingredients.

Finally, add the Glowblue Noodles and 3 liters of Orobird stock.

Theron blinked at the finished product. “Wait a minute. This is…”

“Revanite stew?” Eight once again helpfully supplied.

It was Theron’s turn to ask the questions as he raised a suspicious brow towards his sous-chef. “They ate this during the coalition, when the camps combined. How did you get the same recipe?”

Eight smiled quietly to himself, in his mysterious and elusive way. “Our Commander was there. It was their idea to share food across factions. I still haven't forgotten its taste. If you ask any of the soldiers from that time, they will say the same.”

Theron stared at him, speechless. To think the same recipe he’d been making this entire time was a result of their union on Rishi…he recalled seeing Imperial and Republic soldiers bonding over a cookpot, but hadn't joined in, content to watch the proceedings from a distance. So much had happened during Revan’s rise that he’d failed to pay enough attention to something so innocuous as a moment of camaraderie between unlikely allies.

It had been their idea to eat something both Imperial and Republic that fateful night. To form the basis of their Alliance over a simple, warm bowl of soup.

Theron felt his heart swell.

He…he had to remind them of what they had built. What they meant to him. With this.

Set on top of a burner and deliver to recipients with bowls to share.

Theron held his breath as he wheeled the cart of foodstuffs to the Commander’s quarters, careful to avoid jostling the stew that balanced atop it as he reached his destination. He rapped on the door with the back of his knuckles.

A puff of pnematic air revealed the Commander, yawning wearily from yet another sleepless night of work and burdens. “Yes–” They stopped. “Theron? What are you doing here?” They eyed his cart. “And what's with all the food?”

Theron cracked a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought you could use some dinner, so…I brought you some. If you don't mind, that is.” He quickly added, feeling out of place in the deserted hallway.

The Commander smiled, a genuine one that reached their eyes, crinkling at the edges. “I’d love to try whatever you made. Come in, we can eat it together.” They stepped aside to allow Theron room to maneuver.

Enjoy with your intended party.

As expected, it was delicious.

Not as filling as seeing the Commander laugh to the point of tears at his explanations as to why he'd been so secretive all week trying to hide the fruits of his cooking from them, but filling nonetheless. He'd give it a 5/5, personally, as a true soup for the soul. (And a note to make it again with less sneaking around).

If the Commander was satisfied and satiated... so was he.

[subbalakshmisastry]

Asian Openbill Stork In Kukkarahalli Lake Mysore (HD)

[fromtraveldiaries]

Birds of a feather... Painted storks, Ameenpur lake

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

You know, because it's hard to give a massive amount of character in one post, I'm gonna list stuff about alternate rusted knights here

Repentant Thief: Emerald Sustrai, desperate for company used her semblance to hallucinate her friends/allies. Over time as her memory of them began failing, the illusions became flatter, more generic in their kindness and support, and at some points she truly believes that's what RWBY and Co. were like, while at others she can't stand the sight of them, the inaccuracies making her sick to her stomach.

She waits for her Heroes. The ones that saved her before.

She wears leather armor with a Leather helm that covers the lower portion of her face, with a large cloak and hood over all of it. her pants are very similar to previoupairs, simply plainer and sturdier. She has traded heels in for full hiking boots.

~~~~~

Fathomless Angler: Clover Ebi, now an old man, has grown tired, very, very tired. So tired he no longer cares to find a way out, and lets time slip by - He never read The Girl that fell Through the World, his knowledge of it's tale being minimal. He figures this is some twisted afterlife, that he'd done wrong fighting Qrow and has to let himself be punished for fighting his friend.

He Waits, as catching a fish is mostly waiting for it to take the bait. He's still trying to figure out his fish.

Clover wears a faded, dusty Atlesian coat, meant to have water and snow slide right off, with a large scarf and slick bucket hat. due to lack of care, his beard has grown long and scraggly, a veritable bush of salt and pepper. He wears Waders in place of his old Military boots.

~~~~~

The Cobalt Knight (Oxidized Cobalt): Alyx, upon deciding to amend her mistakes in the Ever After was assaulted by The Curious Cat. Jaune Arc, the Rusted Knight, still sick from the poison rushed to her aid. In the end, Alyx was saved, and the cat slinked away to lick it's wounds.

Jaune's didn't make it, and was swallowed by the tree.

Alyx, unable to heal him, to fix this mistake took up his weapons and trained. She was smart - out maneuvering and outsmarting the cat for years until she was able to fight it directly. Then they stayed apart, the Cat not wanting to risk themself, and Alyx not wanting to her own life in revenge.

Alyx waits for the same reasons Jaune did - Guilt, anger, self-loathing, and a need to help RWBY, with all the same weapons he fought with; Mind, Sword, and Shield.

She wears armor like Jaune's only simpler, and lighter, and in FAR better condition - only a little dirty and scuffed.

~~~~~

The Frosted Empress (Lonely): Weiss Schnee, Knowing all she had to do was wait, did just that. She waited. and Waited. And waited. She did her best to stay stable, she practiced arts, she kept up her training, she began to speak to herself in off moments, she never got along with people too much liker herself so Alyx was a handful to deal with.

She oscillates between a very sweet, matronly figure, and an Icy, bitchy Vol-1-esque personality, with moments of lucidity being not too uncommon.

This Weiss wears very simply constructed outfits - basic chain mail and dresses, with immense ornamentation, and a veil, like one would wear at a funeral. She has many different trinkets - leaves, feathers, jewelry and what not.

~~~~~

The Wilted Rose: Ruby Rose fell into the Ever After, and Suffered. She fought as much as she always had, but with no support, no clear goal and the weight of her failings crushing her, Alyx and Lewis were the Straws that broke the Camel's back.

She Ascended into the one person she knew could do anything.

Summer rose.

As motherly and sweet as ever, this rose has thorns only for The Curious Cat - even if she can't remember why.

She looks like an older Summer. With like, very graying hair. It's just Summer Rose.

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Fossil Novembirb 11: A New Dawn

Palaeotis by @drawingwithdinosaurs

One of the absolutely best known ecosystems of the Eocene is found at the Messel Pit site of Germany. Deposited in a similar way (via multiple volcanic eruptions over periods of thousands of years) to the Fossil Lake of yesterday, but a few million years later, it shows the end of the early Eocene and the start of the emergence of modern mammalian groups. Lucky for us, it also shows the next stage of bird evolution! This was also the site featured in the first episode of Walking With Beasts, "A New Dawn", though the avifauna was not particularly well represented in that program.

Yes, obviously, Gastornis was in Messel, though as a large ground herbivore than a predator. But there were plenty more birds than that! Lithornis was also here, because it was just as ubiquitous; and there was also the mysterious Palaeoganth Palaeotis. Originally thought to be a relative of Ostriches, then not, and now possibly again, this bird has a strangely intermediate morphology between that of large flightless Palaeognaths and the Lithornithids of the early Paleogene; indicating it may be a transitional form. It would not have been able to fly, given its short wings and lack of keel, and probably fed on small animals in its environment.

Juncitarsus by @thewoodparable

In addition to the Megafowl Gastornis, there was also the early landfowl Paraortygoides, which did not have a crop like living landfowl and as such probably mainly fed on soft plant material. It also had shorter legs than other landfowl relatives at the time, indicating it may have been more similar to living pheasants than fowl that had been around previously.

Even though the Flamingo-Ducks like Presbyornis would stick around well into the Neogene, the first relatives of Flamingos show up at around this time. Juncitarsus was a wading bird, probably just as closely related to living grebes as their cousins flamingos, and had gastroliths in its stomach - allowing it to feed on hard animals it gathered in from the lake. It wasn't the only wader; Messelornis, a wader related to living rails and cranes; is the most common bird at the Messel Pit and was an important generalist in its ecosystem. In addition, the "Snipe-Rail" Rhynchaeites was actually an ibis relative, probing for food with its beak in the substrate around the lake.

Scaniacypselus by Paleo Miguel

Strisores are everywhere at Messel, with relatives of swifts and hummingbirds like Cypseloramphus, Parargornis, and Scaniacypselus, which weren't as adapted to specialized aerial niches as their living relatives. An insectivore with tiny feet, Protocypselomorphus, was also present; as were an early potoo in the form of Paraprefica and an early frogmouth in the form of Masillapodargus.

Strange flight specialists far away from their living ranges aren't the only bizarre features of the ecosystem - Masillastega, a piscivore and relative of living gannets and boobies, was also present at Messel. More relatives of seriemas, like Dynamopterus, Salmila, and Strigogyps showcase how not all Cariamiformes were predators - Strigogyps was an herbivore! The long-legged predator Masillaraptor was present there too, indicating falcons were successful as multiple types of raptors prior to today. The owl Palaeoglaux was a small predatory bird, with ribbon-like feathers in dense layers on its back.

Eocoracias by @drawingwithdinosaurs

There were, of course, many tree dwelling birds in this lacustrine forest, including relatives from both sides of the "core landbirds" family tree. The ecosystem preserves a truly alarming number of mousebirds, including Chascacocolius with a conical beak, and Eoglaucidium with a strangely short tail. Eocoracias, another early roller like those found in Denmark, had iridescent feathers. Early hoopoes like Messelirrisor and early trogons like Masillatrogon show even more examples of more tropical birds showing up in higher latitude locations during this warm period. Messelastur was another possible Parrot/Passerine of prey; as was possibly Pumiliornis. Tons of pre-Passerines were here, too, including the zygodactly-footed Serudaptus, Psittacopes, and Primozygodactylus.

These dinosaurs were living at the end of a time of rapid evolution and diversification for most living things on Earth. However, the hot and humid times never last - as the planet begins to cool, drier ecosystems spread around the planet, and the global tropical forests fade into obscurity. It's time for these new groups of dinosaurs to adapt for new ecosystems...

Sources:

Mayr, 2022. Paleogene Fossil Birds, 2nd Edition. Springer Cham.

Mayr, 2017. Avian Evolution: The Fossil Record of Birds and its Paleobiological Significance (TOPA Topics in Paleobiology). Wiley Blackwell.

Smith, K. T. 2021. The Messel Pit: Window into a Greenhouse World. Geoconservation Research 4(2): 547-556.

[heres-someart]

Going fishing

Click for better detail! ID under cut!! Reblogs are better than likes!

[ID: A digital drawing of Grian fishing while sitting on the edge of his dock at sunset. His back is to the viewer and his feet are in the water. He wears a red sweater, brown waders, and a dark warm grey beanie. He has two large wings on his back which are reminiscent of osprey wings. Next to Grian is the artist's signature: heressomeart End ID]