#Maybe I'll draw this beast more another day

[serensama]

Thursday Bangers: Dr, Who?

Fourth installment of this prompt based ongoing fic- I'll keep going for as long as I can make the prompts work hahah (not that you're making it easy @woundedsoul12 you wondrous task master you). Ended up writing way more than I thought I would (1.9k) but hey, here we are!

Rules for your Copy and Paste: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays).

This week's prompt:

I'm prepared to sacrifice my life I would gladly do it twice - Mercy by Shawn Mendes

Her lips were softer than he remembered. Plush and smooth as he moved his mouth over hers. He had intended for it to be a long, chaste peck, but then she kissed him back. Tentatively at first, like she was shy, until she felt his tongue lick at the seam between her lips, and she responded in kind. Illario couldn’t believe his luck when her arms linked around his neck, and she stepped closer to him, her hips pressed against his own. 

If he were being completely honest, he had totally forgotten that she-beast Zara was still in the room. That was, of course, until she grew a second head and started screeching out of it. Or at least that's what it sounded like. 

“Illario Dellamorte! Who the hell is she?!” she shrieked, stomping her way closer to them. Much to his surprise, Lilya stepped beside him and held his hand, an action that Zara did not miss, causing even more unpleasant, indignant noises to erupt from her. “How could you do this to me?” 

Lilya looked up at Illario, a wary expression on her face as her eyes darted between him and Zara. “I… I’m not sure what’s going on here. Illario, who is this woman?” 

Seeing as he was probably already going to be killed by Dr de Riva as it was, he didn’t see the problem in dying a second time over if it meant that he’d finally get the crazy ex off his back. Besides- if he was going to hell, he may as well enjoy the descent as much as he could. He hushed her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders protectively, drawing her into his side. His other hand smoothed down her long locks and held her face tenderly, concern playing across his handsome features. 

“Lilya? Mi Amor- are you okay?” 

Oh, he was asking to be kicked in the balls by this woman. When they finally got to speak to each other alone, it would just be two minutes of her just kicking the shit out of him. 

She blinked but recovered quickly and nodded, her small hands curling into the lapels of his navy overcoat as though she were nervous, or possessive, or both. He had to hand it to the doctor; she quickly cottoned on to what he needed from her and played her part well, considering she had only witnessed the brief interaction between him and Zara. Another pang of guilt hit him for being the cause of his cousin’s no longer being able to be treated by her, but it was almost worth it to see Zara almost go full exorcist mode. He only hoped she wouldn’t start puking up pea soup all over the carpet. Caterina had insisted on the white carpet and would be terribly put out to see it stained. 

Zara yelled out his name again, and he ignored her, captivated by the clear green irises that were staring up at him. He’d dreamed of her eyes for weeks, seeing them up close and in the light of day, he knew he’d be dreaming of them for many more. When he continued to disregard her, the woman rifled through her bag and threw her phone at his face. If he hadn’t been eye fucking the pretty doctor in his arms and been in the right state of mind, he might’ve stepped aside - but instead, he was beaned right on the corner of his eye. Say what you would about Zara, the bitch could aim. 

“Fuck. That was meant for you, you homewrecking whore!” 

Then again, maybe not.  

“Hey, ‘Lario, can you see me? How many fingers am I holding up?” she asked, her tone serious, with two fingers held up in front of him. He answered, and she smiled, wincing at what she knew was going to be one hell of a shiner. Once she was satisfied that he wasn’t in any immediate danger, she stepped out in front of him, like she was the one protecting him. 

“I am not a homewrecking whore. You are just a woman who can’t come to grips with reality. This man does not want you-” 

“You’re wrong!” 

“I assure you, I am not.” 

“Illario isn’t seeing anyone. He’s just doing this to make me feel bad for the rough patch we’ve had-” 

Lilya scoffed, a cold, heartless noise he would have never thought would come out of her. He almost got hard just thinking about her being so ruthless. Fuck… maybe he really did need to see a therapist. Who the hell in their right mind got off on that? 

“My dear Miss… Zara, was it?” Lilya asked, knowing full well what the woman’s name was. “You said that throw was for me; I suggest you leave with the kind security guards heading our way now- lest I show you the damage proper aim can do. And trust me, I never miss a target.” 

Yep. He was hard. He was going to go to hell with an erection and a stupid grin on his face, and he didn’t even care. He pulled Lilya back and held her waist from behind, placing a kiss to her temple as he kept his eyes on Zara, the security doing their best not to manhandle the irate woman, knowing who she was. 

“I told you, Zara,” he began, curling his arms around her in a full embrace, “I’ve moved on. We’re over. You have no business with me, her or the company, so you must leave the premises. If you are seen here again, without express invitation from me or my family, I will press charges. Do you understand?” 

The woman stood still, her shoulders heaving up and down from her heavy breaths and glared at him. If he didn’t know better, it felt like he was being hexed by her stare alone. She didn’t answer him; instead, she pulled her arms free from the guards’ loose hold and walked out of the office, security following closely to ensure she was escorted from the building. 

Illario sighed deeply once Fletcher confirmed they had gone into the elevators, and the rest of the office returned to their business as normal, only a few people shooting him and the random woman curious glances as they continued working.  Lilya turned around and tenderly touched the reddened area around his eye socket, flinching empathetically when he did. She went to his EA’s desk and kindly asked if it was possible to get some ice and ibuprofen for him, and then led him into his own office. After surveying the layout, she determined that the couch was the best place for him to sit and gently helped him to it - not that he was unable to do so himself, but he found that he didn’t mind being led or cared for. It had been years since anyone who wasn’t Lucanis had looked out for him. 

...Had anyone apart from Lucanis ever looked out for him? 

He was lost in thought when a cold punch hit him in the face, and he exclaimed, shaken free from his downward spiral. 

“Oh, stop being such a baby, it’s only ice,” she soothed, a wry smile playing at her lips. Right. Those lips. Sinful, pouting, pliant - “So, I’m going to assume that was your ex? Clingy? Unable to understand that you’re broken up? Obsessive? She needed to see you with another woman to move on, so you used someone she didn’t know in the heat of the moment to get your point across, which just so happened to be me. Am I close?” 

“Yes, yes. You’re a genius and a good judge of character…” he grinned, grimacing for a second when his eye smarted. To her credit, she only smiled briefly at his pain and continued icing his injury. “Correct, Mr. Dellamorte, on all fronts,” she whispered, holding his gaze. “So that begs the question you should be asking…” “And what is that, Doc?” he chuckled, ignoring the pain in his cheek. It was easy to do so when he could easily smell the perfume that had long faded from his bedsheets, warming the air around him. 

“What does my impeccable judgement tell me about you?”  His smile faded. Hers grew. 

“I’m not going to like what you say next, am I?” he groaned playfully, taking over the icing duties, instantly mourning the loss of her touch. She sat back on the couch and laid her hands on top of each other on her lap, the woman he held in his arms retreating behind her professional facade once more. Suddenly, his attraction to her ability to smoothly switch to callousness dimmed when it was focused on him. 

“Probably not, no. I think now that… the debacle outside has played out… it is time I take those two minutes you promised me.” “Well, you’ve certainly earned them.” “Well done, me,” she retorted with a smile so sharp it could cut him in two. “You need to stop calling my office. My poor assistant, Bellara, has threatened to quit if she hears your voice on the other end of the phone one more time.” Illario raised his left hand in surrender. “Scouts honour, no more calls to your office.” 

“You’re meant to raise your right hand for that,” she clicked her tongue with faux disappointment, a shadow of the warm smile he could look at for hours playing across her mouth. 

“I’m injured, take pity,” he pouted, earning him an earnest laugh. She motioned for him to remove the ice pack, and she leaned in to inspect his face, so close he could just kiss her again, but she retreated as quickly as she came. 

“Hmm... shan't. For it is my expert opinion that you will, in fact, live. Congratulations, Mr. Dellamorte, you can continue being the best-dressed rake this side of town.” “Ouch. That one hurt, Doc. Isn’t your first rule to do no harm?” “Helping you take your ego down a peg or two is not doing harm. It’s a kindness to the rest of the world. I should get a medal,” she stated audaciously. “So now that we’ve confirmed that you are, in fact, not dying, and you’ve promised that you will no longer politely harangue my assistant, I shall bid you a good day. I leave with the sincere recommendation for you to please get examined by a doctor, especially if your symptoms get worse.” 

Illario cleared his throat, his grin already telling Lilya exactly what he was going to say next. 

“You’re a doctor. Please feel free to examine me once again, as thoroughly as needed. Doctor’s orders and all that.” 

She laughed again, her head thrown back like she hadn’t laughed in years. 

“You know what, sure. I could do that,” Lilya positioned herself between his legs and bent down until they were face to face, her hand supporting his chin, thumb unconsciously caressing his freshly shaved jaw. “Hmm, you’re right, you do need a follow-up. You should call my office and… oh wait… You can’t. What a shame. Good day, Mr. Dellamorte.” 

She tipped his chin back gently with a wide grin and sauntered off, completely aware that he was watching each step she took out of his office, and what she assumed was out of his life. But if there was one thing Illario Dellamorte knew, it was whether a deal would be worth the risk and effort it took to pursue, and Lilya de Riva was exactly the kind of risk he wanted to take.  

Gentle no pressure tagging: @rookamell @jenn2d2 @nyx-de-riva @pixiedurango @ofcrowsanddragons @thedissonantverses @hightowerqueen @himluv @kabsey @introvertedfangrl @davrinsleftpectoral @cocoboots @trash-nerd @apothe-cary @nimblefox66 @obsessed-with-book-boyfriends @seaglassmelody @brennacedria @hedwigoprah @mythals-whore and anyone else who wants to play! :)

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Weird birds I found outside today.

[factual-fantasy]

26 asks! Thank you!🐕‍🦺

I believe that AI generated """art"""/images are extremely harmful to real artists. Its just a weapon that steals mountains of peoples hard work and is causing real people to lose their jobs.

Its a rotten thing that should be obliterated from the internet. I'm sitting on the edge of my seat waiting expectantly for its downfall.👎👎👎

@axolotlcookie0

If you're talking about making fanart of my designs/character/AUs, please do not. I'm really not comfortable with it :( If you're just trying to show your support then just leave a comment on my artwork or stop by my ko-fi. Those will go a long way for me <:))

I had no idea there was one! <:0 I haven't been keeping up with Welcome Home since Matpat took a step back...

References. Just drown yourself in references. I'm in a discord server that has a bunch of refs for the bots and also am taking dozens of screenshots as I rewatch the show. Just gathering reference after reference and using them religiously as I draw. :00

You mean the factual fam? :0 I thought about adding another character once I hit 30k followers. But when the time came I didn't really have any ideas that I liked.. So for now it'll just be the 5 of us :)

Also thank you so much! :)))

(Referencing this post)

XDDD Average day in the Autobot base!

(Link in ask)

I have not, but they have a neat artstyle! :000

@cherrycreamfairy

Nothing in particular, it been same old same old. 😔

Don't worry! I don't think you're asking to many questions! <:00

Also, I love LOVE LOVE!! The bond between Ratchet and Raf 😭😭💞💞💞

Lastly, I love that character! :DD It looks really neat :)))

(Link in ask)

Man, that's just disgusting. I'll do whatever I can to get it taken down. Thanks for letting me know 👍

I've never heard of it <:00

XDD You're welcome! Use that power wisely now, don't do anything Optimus wouldn't do!☝️

@misscherrypie (Referencing this post)

JHABDJHEHF XDD

(Link in ask)

Thank you so much! :DD I have a fanfic side blog but have since privated all the posts out of embarrassment- so currently I don't write/have any fanfics to share 😅😅--And other than sounding like a hyper five year old when I made that post😅 my opinions remain somewhat unchanged.

Soundwave is still my favorite Decepticon for the same reasons. The silent type that is a beast in combat, and is fiercely loyal to Megatron will always be cool to me. As for the other Decepticons, the way I would describe them has changed just a bit.

Megatron: I hate him in the way you are supposed to hate a villain. I think he's a really cool character and I enjoy seeing him on screen and seeing what evil deed he'll craft next.👀

Starscream: I used to really hate Starscream. But now his pathetic, sniveling, and cowardly behavior is more funny to me than anything. And its always funny/satisfying to watch him backstab Megatron and throw a wrench in his plans over and over XDD

Knock out: Knockouts incredibly vain and Egocentric personality is really getting on my nerves this second time around. He annoys me whenever he's on screen and keeps making me think that Breakdown was more deserving of life and a redemption arc than K.O. As I close in on the episode where he becomes an Autobot, I highly doubt there will be any satisfying character development that makes his switch from Con to Bot believable. I will surly post a rant about him sometime soon and maybe completely overhaul his character for my AU. 🙄

Shockwave: I've only seen a few episodes with him so far. But I really like him. A hulking scientist that can absolutely flatten you on the battle field. Cold, alien, calculated, unfeeling, shows no mercy or fear.. he's pretty cool to me XDD

Airachnid: I hate her but not in a fun way like Megatron. She's just an annoying villain with an annoying personality that keeps getting away when she really shouldn't have. 🙄

Predaking: Only seen this guy for a few episodes too. And I haven't gotten to the ones where he talks yet. But I don't like him much already. The stakes already felt high and realistic enough. But then you add a reincarnated overpowered cybertronian dragon thing into the mix? Just made it feel more fantastical and like there's too much going on at once. Not really a fan of him so far. <:/

Dreadwing and Skyquake: The ending these two had made me very sad. Skyquake dying in his debut episode and then having his death/body striped of all its honor by being resurrected and used as a weapon.. Only for him to mindlessly wander the shadow realm for eternity.. I can only hope he became one with the allspark and has no connection to his body..

Then Dreadwing.. The pain he must have felt when he learned of what Starscream did to Skyquake.. and he didn't even get the chance to avenge his brother.. I really hope they're both at peace together with the allspark.

I really liked the two of them, and think they were very well written and interesting characters. I will definitely be writing them into my AU and give them a happy ending where they can be reunited.💚💙

Breakdown: I really, really liked him and think it was horrible writing to kill him off after his encounter with Silas and Bulkhead. Like seriously, what happened in the writing room for this character? They couldn't have hammered it into our heads any harder that Breakdown was setting up to switch to Autobot. I went back through that episode (Season 1, Episode 16) and took some dialogue just to showcase what I mean.

First of all, we have what Megatron said after he is notified that Breakdown was captured by Silas. "If Breakdown allowed himself to be captured by those smaller than him, weaker than him. He deserves whatever fate awaits him."

This shows the viewer that Megatron sees Breakdown as weak for being captured by humans, and thus deems him useless.

Then we hear what Breakdown says when Silas comments about Breakdown being too valuable to let go. "Haha! Megatron will never pay a ransom!" His laughter and this comment shows the viewer that Breakdown believes Megatron will not negotiate with the humans and will simply eradicate the humans in order to rescue him.

These two things showed the viewer that Breakdown thinks Megatron values him and will rescue him, when in reality Megatron absolutely does not value him and has no intentions to rescue him.

Then later on with the bots we get these lines:

Bulkhead: "Mech can melt him down for all I care, let the cons rescue their own!"

Optimus: "It is unlikely that Megatron would bother with an arrand of mercy."

Arcee: "Okay, but this is breakdown we're talking about"

Optimus: "Sometimes we must rise above ourselves for the greater good."

Bulkhead: "Oh what's that supposed to mean!? Breakdowns gonna go all soft and join the cause??"

Optimus: "While it is unlikely any Decepticon will choose the path of good, even they posses the potential for change."

THIS, implies/hammers it SO HARD into the viewers brain that not only is it likely that a Decepticon WILL change, because Optimus believes they all have the ability to do so. But that BREAKDOWN SPECIFICALLY might change after they save him.

After this, we have this interaction between Silas and Breakdown after the Autobots were supposedly blown up.

Silas: "Enjoying the view? Ironically your would be rescuers may be in more pieces than you right now."

Breakdown: "Decepticons don't break that easy!!"

Silas: "Who said they were decepticons?"

Breakdown: "That doesn't make sense. Autobots wouldn't come to rescue me."

This shows the viewer two things. That Breakdown really believes the cons will rescue him, and he doesn't believe the bots would save him for any reason.. But then Bulkhead shows up.

Bulkhead: "It must be your lucky day"

Breakdown: "w...what are you doing..?"

Bulkhead: "Getting you outa here. Yeah, I don't believe it either."

Bulkhead: "Can you walk."

Breakdown: "I.. I think so"

(Alarm starts blaring)

Bulkhead: "Can you run?"

Breakdown transforms his hand into a hammer: "Never run when you can fight"

Bulkhead: "Just keep that thing pointed away from me, alright?"

Breakdown then pauses and kind'a looks at his hammer as Bulkhead moves forward. Eventually following after him.

Later in the fight against Silas, Bulkhead was weakened and fell. Breakdown rushed in to push him out of the way of the helicopter firing the laser. They look at each other, both kind'a surprised by what Breakdown just did.

Later, we then we get this interaction with Starscream.

Starscream: "Consulting with the enemy, Breakdown?"

Breakdown: "Bulkhead got me out of there!"

Starscream: "Many sparkfelt thanks, Autobot. Now destroy him."

Breakdown and Bulkhead look at each other. Both look shocked and hesitate to do anything.

Breakdown: "But y-"

Starscream: "Do you plan on joining their ranks anytime soon? No?? Then be done with it already!"

Breakdown hesitates for several more seconds. "Tough break Bulkhead, maybe in the next life." And then attacks him.

This, once again, was hammering home that Breakdown very likely was going to become an Autobot. He fought alongside Bulkhead and protected him when he didn't have to. And when he was told to destroy Bulkhead, he seriously hesitated and tried to argue with Starscream about it. Before giving in..

Then finally, he have the most damning evidence of all. After Breakdown and Sarscream escape the scene and meet up later on down the road. They have this interaction.

Starscream: "One day you will repay your debt to me Breakdown, the day it comes time to choose sides."

Breakdown: "Uh.. between bots and cons?"

Starscream: "Between myself, and Megatron!"

Breakdown: "...."

Starscream: "Incidentally I suggest that Megatron never know of this rescue. You do want him to think you overcame the puny humans on your own.. don't you."

THIS, interaction is the cherry on top. Starscream implied that if Breakdown wants to go back to the cons, he better make himself look useful and say he got free of the humans himself. This shows Breakdown that Megatron didn't actually send anyone to rescue him. Megatron does not care. So his view of Megatron and the deceptions as a whole was changed with this interaction.

THEN you have the fact that Bulkhead saved him. He doesn't understand why, but no doubt this changed his view of the Autobots and Bulkhead entirely. With their limited resources, they still went out of their way to try and rescue a Decepticon. No doubt the Bots are looking much more merciful and kind than he may have originally thought..

And lastly, us as the viewer get what Breakdown said. "Uh.. between bots and cons?" LITERALLY. This question makes the VIEWER AND BREAKDOWN consider that choice! Why else would they have Breakdown AUDIBLY QUESTION which side he should be on if it wasn't implying that he would later change???

I think it was just garbage writing to kill off Breakdown the way they did. They made an entire episode that basically spelt in big bold letters "Decepticons have the ability to change, and Breakdown is going to choose to become and Autobot." They could not have made that message to the viewers and to BREAKDOWN any more clear if they TRIED.

So basically. I really liked Breakdown and the direction his character was going. And I absolutely hate what the show did to him.

@narrator-girlart (Referencing this post)

Ah sorry, that was just a paid drawing request. I'm not actually apart of the fandom <:/

But I mean hey, I plan to reopen requests soon, maybe you could place an order for me to draw more XDD

@fancymussmuss

Aww that sounds really sweet! :) Any opportunity for Ratchet to bond with the kids and learn more about human culture is a win for me! :DD

@ilobewallmark

Thank you! :DD And I plan to! :))) And after I finish watching the show and make simpler redesigns for the bots, I imagine I'll draw them even more! :))))

@sussyhahag

(I wont show the artwork because it is not mine to share, but the text next to Miku said: "I KNOW THINGS ARE HARD RIGHT NOW, BUT IM SO PROUD OF YOU FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR! LETS KEEP DOING OUR BEST, OK?💙")

Aw <:))) Thank you! Does this mean Miku will bring me ibuprofen and cold water? 🥺

@beryl-shade

From the picture, it looks to be a beautiful lake! :00 I'm sure my OCs would think its beautiful too! :))

@knifecatss

SCREAMSSS THANLYUUU!!! :DDDD 💞💞💞💞

Oooo I might have to look into that :00 tho I don't think I'll make my holoforms bleed <XD I cant find a way to make that make sense..

..Well, maybe if the bots main body is injured, that injury will be shown on their holoform as a glitch or tear in their bodies. But idk if you can injure the holoform itself 😅

Woof. Thank you so much for the information! This really helped me make up my mind.

Its sounds like Rescue bots is a show I'd be willing to give a shot someday. Just for its lightheartedness alone tbh. At first I thought I wouldn't like a kiddie transformers show, but as I transition into season 3 of TFP I find myself missing season 1 and the lower stakes/day-in-the-life-of vibe it used to have. But I would be sure to just 100% disconnect it from TFP.

As for Robots in disguise, I think I'm bagging that show entirely. Bumblebee and the others acting way out of character, stupid/non threatening Decepticons, the main cast never learning or developing their character, it just sounds like it would be SO frustrating for me to watch. I can imagine I'd be ranting the whole time and rolling my eyes at Bee. So I won't be trying that show anytime soon.😔

@beryl-shade

I can imagine they'd be be in awe of the car factory. Maybe slightly disturbed..? Maybe it'd feel uncanny to see cars be assembled like that..

As for the DMV, half of the cars wouldn't pass inspection XDDD

@littlelightfish

He's probably chowing down on some good food and listening to the bigger cookies tell stories! :)))

@heaventhehedgi3

I actually don't remember him <:(( I don't think I've ever seen that movie before.. 😔

I've actually drawn Sherlock Gnomes and Watson before! :0 It was a long time ago tho 😅

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: eastern oyster

Welcome to another Wet Beast Wednesday presented by me, Bethany, professional bivalve enjoyer. I went into researching this post intending to cover oysters in general, but I quickly found that 'oyster' is actually a really broad and poorly-defined term referring to lots of not very closely related bivalves. I then narrowed it down to the true oysters of family Ostreidae, only to find that there's not a lot in info about a lot of those either. Finally, I just picked the one true oyster I could find the most info about. Maybe I'll do pearl oysters (which aren't true oysters) another day.

(image: an eastern oyster removed from the substrate and placed on a white surface next to a ruler. It is an irregular, lumpy bivalve, with one of its two shells visible. It is an off-white color with many stains and bits of algae growing on it. The ruler indicates it is just under 10 cm long. End ID)

Crassostrea virginica is also called the American oyster, Atlantic oyster, and a bunch of other local and culinary names. They are bivalves, a large category of molluscs characterized by having two shells called valves made of calcium carbonate and connected by a hinge, with the body secured within the shells. Oysters often have lumpy and asymmetrical shells, as opposed to the more symmetrical shells of clams, mussels, and scallops. This is largely due to them living in tightly-packed areas. and needing to grow to fit their homes. Eastern oyster shells can grow up to 20.5 cm (8 in) long. The shells of oysters are connected to each other with a powerful adductor muscle that is used to clamp the shells shut when needed. Also inside the shell are the gills, heart, mantle, gonads, and digestive tract. The mantle is a mollusc structure that can serve a number of functions in different species. In bivalves, the mantle is responsible for secreting the shell as it grows. it can also perform gas exchange due to being filled with lots of small blood vessels, but the gills are mostly responsible for that. Oysters do not have a central nervous system, instead having a simple nerve net that runs through the body. They produce pearls in response to irritants and infections, but these pearls are tiny and have no monetary value.

(Image: a drawing of the internal anatomy of an oyster, with different body parts labeled. End Id. Source)

The eastern oyster lives in intertidal zones along the eastern coast of North America, from northern Canada to the Gulf of Mexico. As with all bivalves, they are filter feeders who use their shells to feed. By opening the shell slightly, water is drawn in. The the ouster closes the shell to force water back out. Oysters use a filter called the latero-frontal cilli to filter the water as it passes out, with the cilia grabbing on to food particles and passing them to the mouth, which is at the back of the shell. Oysters prefer to feed on algae. Feces and particles too big or inedible to eat are stored near the back of the shell. Occasionally, the oyster will use forceful shell closings to shoot the waste out. Oysters are incredibly efficient at filtering the water. A single oyster can filter up to 190 liters (50 gallons) of water a day, removing plankton, algae, food particles, and sediment. This helps keep the water clean, benefiting the ecosystem. Oysters help prevent algal blooms by removing algae and excess nutrients from the water. Algal blooms are caused when excess nutrients leads to a population explosion of planktonic algae. These blooms are dangerous for a number of reasons, but the biggest problem comes from when they die. Decaying agale removes oxygen from the water and when a whole bloom worth of algae dies at the same time, it can leave the water so deprived of oxygen that aquatic animals can drown. Preventing algal blooms is an extremely important benefit to the ecosystem provided by oysters and one of the reasons they are considered a keystone species. Because they live in intertidal zones, oysters may become exposed during low tide. By clamping their shells shut, they can retain enough water to stay oxygenated until the tide comes back.

(Image: a gloved hand holding a cluster of oysters growing on each other's shells. There are barnacles, algae, and bits of kelp growing on them as well. End ID)

The other reason oysters are considered a keystone species is their reefs. Oysters need hard surfaces to adhere to and they tend to cluster in these places. In addition, oysters will often grow on the shells of other oysters, creating growing structures called oyster reefs. These reefs provide a valuable habitat for other intertidal organisms. Oyster shells act as habitat for barnacles, mussels, bryozoans, algae, and other sessile organisms, as well as hiding places for small animals. These in turn attract grazers and predators. The oysters themselves also have a number of predators, including starfish, seabirds, fish, and a variety of parasites. Oyster reefs are often located near estuarine areas or river outflows, taking advantage of the nutrients brought in from land. Oysters are able to survive a wide range of temperatures, salinity, and poorly oxygenated waters.

(Image: a side view of an oyster reef. It looks like hundreds of oysters growing in a wide area, clustered closely together. Smaller oysters are growing on the shell so larger ones. They are exposed to the air, presumably due to low tide. End ID)

Easter Oysters reproduce yearly in summer, with the water temperature being the determining factor. Oysters living farther north spawn later in the summer, when water temperature reaches between 60 and 68 F (15 and 20 C) while those living further south spawn earlier when the water temperature exceeds 68 F. Spawning can happen multiple times a year, as long as the water stays warm enough. Eastern oysters are broadcast spawners that release their sperm and eggs into the water column in synchronized spawnings. Fertilized eggs hatch after about 6 hours into a simple larva called a trochophore that swims using cilia. After a few hours, the trochophore will develop into a veliger larva. These are swimming planktonic larvae that has the beginning of its shells and hunt for plankton and algae. After a few weeks, the veliger will sink to the seafloor and develop into a pediveliger larva, which has a snail-like foot that it uses to move around and find a hard surface. Pediveligers seem to prefer seeking out adult oyster shells, but they will take just about anything. Upon finding a good spot, the larva will produce a cement that it uses to attach its left shell to the surface. This will be where it stays for the rest of its life. The cemented larva quickly develops into a juvenile oyster called a spat. It will be sexually mature by the next mating season. A mature female can produce up to 150 million eggs a year, but only a very few of them will produce a larva that survives to adulthood. All eastern oysters start as males and many will shift to being female after a few years. Changing sex during one's life is called sequential hermaphroditism. Most species can only change sex once, but eastern oysters can change sex multiple times.

(Image: a drawing of the life cycle of an oyster. It shows an adult oyster releasing sperm and eggs, which are fertilized and lead to a veliger, which looks like a mini-oyster with a fan-like swimming structure. The veliger develops to a pediveliger, which has a snail-like foot sticking out. That then progresses to a spat attached to the shell of a larger oyster, which develops to an adult. End ID. Source)

Eastern oysters are classified as vulnerable to extinction. Their primary threats are overharvesting and climate change. Eastern oysters are edible and form a major fishery in both the United States and Canada. Harvesting of oysters peaked after the industrial revolution, almost driving the species extinct. Even now, when harvesting is more highly regulated and has a much lower output, the wild population is estimated to be 1% of its pre-industrial status. Aquaculture of eastern oysters is growing and, in recent years, more of the food output has been from captive-raised oysters than wild ones. Oysters are also threatened by pollution and climate change. While they can tolerate a wide range of temperatures, they are vulnerable to heat stress, especially as they can't move to cooler waters in summer. Climate change also results in ocean acidification, which results in less structurally sound shells. Pollution threatens oysters and their larvae and a recently-introduced disease called multinucleated sphere x has the potential to wipe out whole reefs. Because oysters are a keystone species, their loss can threaten whole ecosystems.

(Image: an oyster farm. It consists of rows of cages tied together and left resting on the seafloor. The cages are full of developing oysters. Raising them in the wild allows them to clean the water and get food for free and does not mean destroying the reefs when they are harvested. End ID)

[honey-minded-hivemind]

🔦Rewind AU... Notes on the Mystery Character, (Genet/Cheetah/Lynx/Bobcat), by Reader (and Kevin!):

• This character is only ever mentioned, never seen (actually, an old picture of them in costume is in epsidoe *** of season ** !)

• They seem to have been younger (yeah, I think it was mentioned in passing, like, they were maybe 13 when they joined the team, but they knew them waaaay before that, kiddo!)

• They're a feral mutant, I think? (yep! Kinda like Wolverine and Sabretooth! You remember them, right, kit-cat?)

• I found an old plush of them, I believe... (haha, yeah, kit-cat! It looks great!)

• From the pattern, it appears to be in shades of gray, brown, and black, with gloves and black boots, and a mask similar to Wolverine? (right, kiddo! They even had a little tail, if I remember correctly~!) (Really?) (yeah, kit-cat, it was so adorable! i wish the other ferals had tails... it would've been so cute~!)

• They were close to a wide range of characters, or at least were known and/or acknowledged by them, even villains or side characters (who knew old Magneto and Sabretooth and Mystique could be such softies? haha, but they were, kit-cat, if only for them...)

• This character (Genet? Cheetah? Lynx? Bobcat? Lion? what was their name?) might have been related to Sabretooth? I asked Kevin if they knew, and they said they didn't exactly know, either (well, i know a bit more now, but I'll tell you another day, okay, kit-cat?)

• Their real name never pops up, and I haven't found out what it is yet... Kevin, do you know? (hmmm... let me think... I'm not sure, kiddo. Let me look into it, and I'll get back to you)

• They used to go shopping with Jubilee and Storm; on a Christmas episode, everyone was opening some presents they had left behind for everyone, that they'd gotten but didn't have the chance to give before they disappeared? died? left? It was an emotional episode, but it made me feel warm inside, too... (It WAS a good episode, kiddo! It's important to remember those closest to you~♡ And they didn't leave, they were taken!) (got it, Kevin!)

• This character was fond of classical literature and poetry, as well as collecting trinkets from nature and thrift stores (P.S. They share a lot of my tastes... huh. They seem kinda cool... I wish I knew more about them...) (don't worry, kit-cat! you know plenty, okay? you're doing great so far!)

• Apparently this character was special in some way, but Kevin won't tell me why (because it will spoil everything too early!!! i want you to be okay with it, okay?) (Okay, Kevin...)

• They uses to keep drawing books and a notebook; the episodes where they open them show some of this character's backstory, as well as their inner thoughts, some of which might be... upsetting... for younger viewers... It was a good episode, it dealt with some heavier topics, but Kevin watched it with me, so I felt better (anything for you, kiddo, anything for you)

• Scott, Jean, Wolverine, Xavier, Storm, Beast, Morph and even Jubilee each had an episode where they dealt with and worked through their grief about this missing character; it was also very emotional, but a bit less heartwarming; more somber; made me tear up a little; it was weird, why was I crying? (well, it was all very moving! it's understandable for you to cry! if you need to cry, it's okay, kiddo. just let it all out, okay? i'm here if you need me)

• There was a lost episode where the X-Men villains discussed what was going on and what they knew and felt about this missing character... It was a little strange to see them care about them, but it was kinda nice, I guess, that they weren't all bad, that they could care... (of course~! i told you this character was special, kiddo~!)

• The character had a birthday pass while they were gone, and everyone in that episode was sad, depressed, and seemed to wonder if they had let them down... except Xavier talked about how they must not focus on the past, but the future, and Cyclops said they'd keep looking for them, because it's what family does. Everyone agreed, and they had a slice of that character's favorite pie to remember them and celebrate their memory... (... ) (Kevin, are you okay?) (yeah, i'm fine, I just- it reminds me of someone, and I really miss them) (... do you want a hug?) (aaaaw, kit-cat... i'd love one, especially from you♡)

( @thewickedweiner @sugar-soda @weebwholovesuchihasasuke @danni1323 @vivid-bun What do y'all think? And who oh who could the mystery character be?) (We all know who they are, but I wanted to ask it anyway!)

[whisperwritingstuff]

don't worry i haven't forgotten about carrying on with reverse beasts with the distraction of the au crossover shenanigans

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Scar gnaws contentedly on Cub's hand, still awash in relief and joy that Cub is talky again. Scar's been so tense and worried for days straight at this point, he thinks it's more than reasonable to appreciate this little break.

Rudely, Cub uses his free hand to jab at Scar's back.

Which of course means Scar can feel his wings start to unfurl, not that he lets them finish, pulling them right back in with a small wince he can't quite supress.

"Scar." Cub gives him a flat look.

"It's fine. I'll be fine." Scar brushes off, taking Cub's hand out of his mouth before he risks accidentally biting it too hard. He nuzzles it instead.

"They're not gonna heal if they're hidden." "Cub." Scar whines the name for as long as he can draw it out, fluttering his eyelashes sadly at Cub.

This, of course, has no effect.

"Out with them, at least let me clean it up." Cub's tone is stern, no-nonsense.

It still perfectly accomplishes making Scar feel bad. Because Cub hadn't meant to hurt him, hadn't wanted to. Because who is he to deny Cub some small comfort in helping tend that damage?

"Promise you won't damage them more?" Scar asks, still hesitant.

"You know I can't do that. Not now." Cub shakes his head.

"Yeah. That's right." The denial is comforting, Cub-like. If Cub had promised him that, Scar wouldn't let Cub anywhere near his wings. That wouldn't be Cub, not really. Not a Cub he could trust right now.

Cub gestures for him to turn around.

With a nod, Scar resettles himself facing away. Then he thinks better of the position, and lays down. He takes a few slow, deep breaths, before slowly working his wings back out.

They lay limply across his back, still weeping pale blood from the jagged tears in the middles.

"They look amazing, I know, simply stunning to behold." Scar chatters, focusing on keeping up a light and meaningless patter, so that he doesn't flinch and tense up.

Cub rests his hands on Scar's lower back, steady and chill, letting Scar acclimate to that touch, before he begins to work on the wounds.

No bandages. For an injury to magic and soul manifest in flesh, only magic will do.

Scar gives only the briefest resistance to the feeling of Cub's magic trickling into his wings, the slightest of hesitations before he willfully accepts the sweet clean wash of it over his senses. Even like this he can taste how much more powerful Cub has become.

But Cub is cautious with his magic, so precise and careful as he threads it along his claws and stitches the gaps back to their proper configuration.

Scar shouldn't be allowing Cub to do this while bound, to freely manipulate a part of his soul, to reshape it. He wouldn't, if they weren't alone, if Cub weren't so very Cub-like right now. Scar's decided that the risk is worth it. It doesn't hurt that it feels good. Which can't be overstated, after the pain of the wounds remaining fresh the whole time they were hidden. Like, Scar could deal with it, not the worst he's ever had, but it still isn't nice.

Cub's magic soothing the pain away, on the other hand, is very nice. And another good reason for Scar to have started this laying down, because he has no doubt that's how he'd have ended it regardless, and moving while being worked on-

Once was enough times experiencing that for him, thank you very super much. There are a lot of things Scar wants to ask, but even he knows better than to remind Cub of his summoner while Cub has his hands up inside those vulnerable bits. After his wings are done, maybe. If he remembers them that long. Maybe not. Well, he'll re-remember them later probably if he needs to.

"All set." Cub says, smoothing a hand down the middle of Scar's back.

"That might be a new speed record." Scar rolls his head to grin at Cub.

"Thankfully, it was targeted for pain, rather than damage." Cub speaks clinically, as if he's assessing damage rather than speaking of his own intent.

"Mm, the better option." Scar nods. He'll take pain in the moment over longer healing time, every day of the week.

"If it gets to be a lot, I can top you up." Cub gives him one more injection of that caramel pleasantness, cool magic poured directly into Scar's bloodstream from hands splayed flat against his lower back, below his wings.

"Yeah, I know. The full service Cub experience." Scar giggles. "Ten out of ten stars, would come again."

What Scar wants to do is lay there blissing out and feeling good for a while. What Scar actually does instead is get out his phone to check how long they've been at this.

"Hour, maybe?" Cub supplies, when Scar realizes that knowing the current time is useless when he doesn't know what time they started at. Right.

"We shouldn't leave him unsupervised that long." Scar sighs deeply. He doesn't want to face the complicated emotions that come with Grian's presence, he'd much rather stay in this simple moment with Cub.

But the moment itself wouldn't stay simple, even if he did.

Scar peels himself up off the bed. He pauses when Cub puts a hand on his shoulder, then has the odd sensation of Cub's hands over his back, tucking his wings away. That's. Strange. But it does save him the effort of trying to do so himself without re-tearing or otherwise making a bother of it. So, neat! He'll take it. Scar bumps his shoulder into Cub’s, keeping his own cheer high. He feels good, he’s got Cub, nothing can bring him down now!

“You gonna be okay seeing him again?” Scar asks Cub, already out the door and scanning the skies for Grian-specks. “Don’t think I could leave you alone with him right now.” Cub shrugs, following after him.

Scar wonders which direction that goes, what kind of standoff there is in Cub’s mind. Scar, a danger to his summoner. Or Grian, a suddenly revealed hazard to his fellow Vex. It doesn’t much matter when the result is the same either way, though. That Cub will need to be there with him.

Scar clambers his way up a tree, claws and restless energy carrying him up the trunk and onto the branches. Not like the height will make much difference if Grian’s flying high enough not to be seen from the ground. But it’s at least something Scar can do.

He scans the skies again, before hopping to a new tree, then repeating the process several times.

“By the way, he’s not up there.” Cub’s voice carries clearly up to him, even at a calm speaking volume.

Scar nearly falls out of his tree, ending up clinging to a branch upside down to stare at Cub. “What do you mean not up here? Of course he’s up here! This is like, what he does. To clear his head and stuff.”

“Said what I said. He’s not.” Cub stares mildly up at Scar. "But he always does this!" Scar protests, gesturing wildly-

And then falling directly out of the tree and onto the ground from letting go of his hold. Cub does a slow clap.

"Hush you-" Scar picks himself back up, putting his hands on his hips. "If you're so all-knowing, then where is he?"

"Down." Cub answers simply.

Scar doesn't ask if Cub's sure. He doesn't need to. He gestures for Cub to lead the way.

[imtrashraccoon]

So, I'm redoing Donovan(I swear I'll draw with with his big old wings, it's just easier for me to deal with it) because I reread some of the Dragon au stuff, and it got me thinking. What if the seer made his punishment more severe for his actions, having his draconic form more beastly, sharp, aggressive, hideous. How would that effect him, emotionally, and mentally, being forced to look in the mirror everyday and seeing a hideous beast staring back at him instead of his normal appearance, scales, fangs, claws, a long serpentine frame rippling with muscle. I can only imagine that pain he goes through, trying to find a way to reverse it but to no avail. Do you think he would go mad, lashing out at everything and everyone. Having his own soldiers trying to slay him in his sleep for his appearance? Having no warm hands coming his way ever again...but then years afterwards a poor unfortunate mage nearly burned at the stake for healing abilities or a tragic warrior who lost everything to dictators, the individual not caring about his appearance or his aggressive behavior, just wanting a place to stay and hide. Away from those who broke them at the camel's back. I wonder how Donovan would think if such a tragic soul found their way into his soul, healing him, shattering the ice around the burning ember of softness deep inside.

And I just laid Donovan bare there, holy crap. We'll, I hope you enjoyed my triad of a tragic octopus dragon bastard.

Mm, sorry I was savouring this post for a while. The drawing is also very good!

So, the way I see Dragon Donovan is that he doesn't terribly care about his appearance, or at least he pretends not to. For the first little while it was inconvenient since he was a lot larger than before, but it was relatively simple to enlarge the Dark Fortress since he still had a lot of mana. His whole schtick is conquering through fear so being a large, scary dragon only made that easier.

He doesn't have an army per say, since he prefers to summon his own soldiers, and the other three skeletons are more flunkies than anything. However, a dragon catches more attention than a sorcerer and after being transformed, there were a lot more attempts made on his life.

Only when the time period to break the curse is exhausted does he start to change. At first, he's visibly angry, destroying multiple rooms in the fortress in his fury. The boys decide to leave him alone for a few days, maybe they know why he's angry or maybe they don't, either way their reactions are another story entirely.

After he calms down, Donovan would shut himself in his quarters for several days, not wanting the others to see him in this state. He's more than distraught as he realizes that there's nothing he can do to reverse this transformation. For whatever reason, his soulmate never found him and now it wouldn't matter if they ever did.

It's business as usual after that, except he's more detached now. There's very little sign of the skeleton he once was and he's more ruthless than before. He doesn't care if he's seen as a beast at this point because he actually is one.

So imagine his shock when he crosses paths with an unfortunate warrior years later. One who could barely wield a sword and yet was determined to avenge their family. He doesn't know this individual, but they claim he destroyed their town when they were a child. Despite their anger, Donovan can sense there's something different about this person and, rather than kill them, he takes pity on them. He offers them a place to stay, a place to heal, and maybe a chance to improve their sword skills. It's under the guise of using them as another peon of course, but part of him wonders if he should dare to hope that maybe, just maybe, they're the one he was looking for all along.

[eriisaam]

On this episode of "Boobs will continue until Eclair's clothes are figured out, both of them": A concept sketch of Magni, Eclair's fully-realized form.

I'll go over in much more detail when I actually get Eclair (and his alt as Magni) done sprite-wise, but the long and short of it is that Eclair has an innate and not-quite-in-control-but-still-predictable quirk to him in that his body undergoes pretty significant changes depending on his current power level at the time. On an average day, he might be category twink levels, but the more power he gains, the more the himbo graduates to a full on twunk. Likewise, he loses body mass the weaker he gets, and if he suffers either opposite extremes (either way too much power, or dangerously low energy otherwise), he might lose his ability to retain human form entirely, in which case, he turns into his beast form, a winged snake, and to the appropriate proportions depending on which end of the power-tipping he dipped into (no energy? You get a pocket noodle. Too much energy? You get Grima-but-with-an-orange-cat-personality.)

Contrasting how it was Kamui who gave him a proper name of "Eclair", Thorr attempted to likewise give him a proper name of "Magni", so whereas he's known as "Eclair" generally, "Magni" tends to be an unofficial+ distinction between when he's just comfortably being himself, or when he's revealed his hand as a god, usually when Thorr backed him into a corner badly enough to force it out of him.

+ By "unofficial", I mean that while the others don't necessarily call him "Magni" beyond Loki and Thorr (unlike Ephrel and Spectabilis where the latter IS used frequently by the dokkalfarians, Freyja and Freyr among a few others, for comparison sake), I tend to denote Eclair-as-Eclair and Magni-Eclair note-wise to make the distinctions clear about either alts, in the same way we know Yugi and Yami as "Yugi" and "Yami Yugi" when the latter is usually called "Yami" instead, when he isn't just called "Yugi" otherwise).

Since this was meant more as a stone-toss attempt for me to try to iron out and visualize details about Magni's design before putting it onto the sprite, which, for comparison...

... I was not entirely satisfied with the design I originally sat on, let's just say... this is done more as another quick sketch, cuz it really was just meant to be a quick experiment, and also I felt better sometimes drawing a bit more freely and loosely a bit more often (I do still wanna do things more cleaned up and/or fully realized, just for now, it's fun to cut loosely and messily on and off more, especially after seeing a lot of you guys with your own sketches and doodles.) Maybe I might come back to this to fully realize this pic too, but for now, I'd probably prioritize wrapping up the sprites and then moving next to ref sheets before walking this back among other things (*eyes last year's Sharena Week pile and weeps*)

Also there's a Youtube Friendly ™️Version too. As a treat.

[wayshadow]

More BlaCaviar/Pearlviar

I had done this a while ago, but many times I just scan the drawings and completely forget about them in my "Scan" folder. Also, lately I have been very stressed and losing hours of sleep, nothing serious, just family events and the fact that I am close to finishing my university degree. I've also been a little addicted to ARK: Survived Ascended but that's another topic.

Anyway, as I was coming up, a long time ago I had made a story that I never finished, but maybe one day it will end (XD) as soon as I drew it and I forgot about it. After years of the beginning of the marriage of Black Pearl and Caviar, adding the birth of their two daughters, the republic never knew who Black Pearl really was, it was only known that the Duskgloom Sea attacks had stopped, no one knew the reason, It just happened, without imagining that the beast of the Duskgloom Sea now inhabited the republic.

For a reason that I have not yet questioned, the republic ends up finding out who BlackPearl is, causing panic in the republic (Something not very surprising yupee) in addition to the fact that the sailors who have lost ships and family in the Duskgloom Sea, made a demonstration in they seeks justice since BlackPearl is responsible for those losses, she knows it, but she has changed and tries to make an apology that obviously no one accepts, they want to bring her to justice or take justice into their own hands. Caviar, who defends his wife, knows that there must be justice but not in that way, but the inhabitants of the Republic take him as an accomplice of the "Beast of the Duskgloom Sea" where things end up getting out of control, since even the Other Elders of the Republic get involved, Custard II being one of the most involved, since he sees the Sovereign of Duskgloom Sea as a great help to defend the republic, basically, a weapon.

As he is the "Leader" of the Elders of the Republic, he decides to propose a deal to Captain Caviar and BlackPearl, where he would calm all the Republicans, forgive the mermaid's crime but only if she agrees to be part of the arms of the Republic. republic, although it is a good proposal, neither Black Pearl nor Caviar are convinced when they learn of the bad tricks of Custard II, by not accepting a whole disaster results that ends in the separation of the members of the Salty Shark, the imprisonment of Caviar and the capture of BlackPearl. And I left it until then, I didn't take up the topic again because I was busy with my classes.

Regarding the separation of the Salty Shark, it was to keep Caviar and BlackPearl's daughters safe, since, if they try to use BlackPearl as a form of weapon or defense of the republic, they could do it with the girls as well, after They are all half Mermaids, this would lead to an adventure in the ocean, where the girls find out that they are like their mother, seek help from BlackPearl's sisters and blablabla. I stayed there and didn't continue, maybe one day I'll come back but, that's the context of these doodles

All the text above was translated with Google Translate, English is not my first language.

[caviiday]

Get infodumped, Punk; In An Immortal's Despair, the characters who are gods are:

Sun - Xander

Stars - David

Love - Whit (tomatoes are thrown at me)

Health - Arturo

War - Levi

Time - Eden

Sleep - Rose

Knowledge - Min

Beast - Nico (God of animals-- beast was the only name i could think of)

Music - Hu

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The others are:

Teruko (Human/Immortal)

Charles (Human/Mortal)

Ace (Cervitaur*)

Veronika (Human/Witch)

J (Harpy)

Arei (Siren)

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*deer centaur

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I can see a scene like this happening at some point, as well, if i were to expand on the story even more;

Love kicked his legs as he stared at Time. She had looked rather down the past few days, but it was nothing he couldn't fix-- he handled everything when it came to emotions. Humans knew him as Love, as did most other gods, for that is what he specialized in-- But hatred, sorrow, and joy were all also feelings he handled.

"Sooooo... Clocky, Tick-tock," He tried both nicknames on his tongue with a hum of dissatisfaction. No, no, neither would do. "What's been on your miiind? You know you can tell me, my mouth is shut tight!"

Time looked over at him with pursed lips and sunken eyes. She knew she could tell him, she knew he wouldn't spill a word, but it hurt to think about. She kept following the human she adored, in hopes her affection would eventually be shared, but it never was. It made her heart ache.

When the goddess did not respond, Love stretched his arms out above his head and let out a soft groan. "Welp! Not gonna force you. New question! Think you can make someone immortal for me? See, there's this cute little human! Wants sooo hard to be a warlock or something... Not sure I can help with that magic-stuff, but I do like him a lot."

Many words came to her mouth at his words, but none of them slipped from her lips. Some words sounded like what may be said by Teruko, her beloved curse-bearer, which made her tear up and sigh. Hopefully it will pass, she thought sorrowfully as she stared at Love.

He just kept talking about the mortal, describing the features he had and describing the way he talked. She did not interrupt at all, but if the mortal was anything like Teruko... Oh, she worried she'd make another mistake.

"Sooo... Hmm... Well, i'll also ask him if he wants to be immortall... But think about it, alright? Preeetty please?" Love flashed Time a pleading pout, as well as what looked to be his attempt at puppy-dog eyes.

In turn, she just snickered into the side of her fist and waved her other hand in dismissal. "Fine, fine! I'll think about it."

bRAINWAVES HOLY SHIT, I'm so jealous of you I wish I could write as good as u.....

I wanted to make a panel for this but I got lazy :( have this

(I'll maybe draw my designs for them)

I really really like how you emphasized that Eden was scared to gift any mortal with immortality because of what happened with Teruko. immortality was the ultimate gift you could ever get from her, yet Teruko treated it as a curse, a hex. She didn't want this, she didn't want this.

No matter how much Time follows Teruko, she will always run, like she always does.

"what do you even see in me?"

"Everything."

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I really want to draw designs for ur fic... It's so good I swear, I'll try to once I have a little more free time......

Siren Arei harassing Harpy j every time she goes to the sea to catch some fish, I should draw this someday....

[lingkaranitubumi]

So BG3 is currently holding a chokehold on me and I can't help but think of hetasean dnd au. I'll try to limit this to PHB and 5e for simplicity reasons. also sorry I'm not a seasoned DND player at all i played one casual campaign but only actually understood the mechanics after playing bg3 LOL im a highly kinetic-visual person

Vietnam: Any tanky build will do as such I was thinking an atheist paladin would be funny lol. She is definitely the one with the most hands-on experience in battle. Proficient with polearms and shields. I see her more leaning towards martial classes, so like barbarian or fighter. probably fighter. Looks Lawful but actually Chaotic. Hmm... maybe Neutral Good?

Thailand: Monk for the muay thai coolness. Not sure about his subclass tho... most of them don't sound lethal and brutal enough. Definitely Lawful Evil.

Malaysia: At first I was thinking of a gunslinger build (just so I can give him a loooooong boy ala Malacca era) but the fighter subclass, because he doesn't come off as the artificer type to me. Either that or barbarian for the tiger rage. Now him being a druid would allow him to actually turn into a tiger, but honestly Mal as a character doesn't seem so druid-y to me--Oh wait. he skips meetings to catch sea creatures and talks about social harmony... maybe he could be a druid. Chaotic Good.

Singapore: Any class that relies on high INT, like wizard . Ok I said I'd limit to PHB but war magic is so him. The other schools just doesn't scream poisoned shrimp enough for me. Lawful Neutral.

Indonesia: At first I was thinking of cleric to match his worldflags counterpart but Indo as a warlock is a delicious thought. Besides, Pact of Talisman mechanic sounds like typical indo black magic shenanigans. Of course the talisman must be a haunted ornate keris. Then later another idea came: what if he's a multiclass bard-monk?? The mechanics match up with pesilat Betawi as it's tradition to roast your opp with pantun (type of Malay poem) before commencing the beating. So like, Vicious Mockery -> Flurry of Blows . but if Thai is already a monk, Indo will have to relinquish that role for diversity reasons. I'm on the fence between True Neutral and Chaotic Neutral.

Philippines: Him being a bard is a no-brainer because filipinos and singing!!11!!! also after playing a bard, there seem to be more of roasting a dude than singing But hear me out: deadly dex-based fighter. Or since he already has Pien, why not a beast master ranger? If we really need to play that Catholic Trauma™ then Piri could be a cleric. never paladin tho. Two-weapon proficiency, twin blades because he's a gemini. Same alignment as Indo awww twinning!!! but leaning more on chaotic

this is still a brainstorming post maaaaybe I'll draw their designs some day...... what do y'all think???? I'd like to hear some suggestions 🙌

[totkdaily]

Day 53: The All-Clucking Cucco, and Koltin

The researchers at Foothill Stable are grateful to be clothed again. Jora says he still can't find his friend Dillie - they lost track of each other round Rebonae Bridge, near Wetland Stable to the south west. From what Jora says, it sounds like Dillie might have fallen in a cave. I'll keep an eye out, but I'm not headed that way for a while - I hope he's got rations. 

The korok up the hill by the stable is trying to reach a friend who's basically on the way to Akkala, just up the road. I hitch up Peaches to the stable's cart, load up the korok and set off. 

The old monster camp by the Akkala Road is empty - because they're on the bridge now!! Good grief. I charge Peaches through and we race for the stable. 

We reach South Akkala Stable just as a storm blows in. I give Addison a hand. 

Jana in the stable is preoccupied by a drawing of a beast on the wall. It's supposed to be this mystery beast I've heard about once or twice before. I don't know what to make of it.

Jana also mentions that her little sister Gleema is fascinated with a cucco oracle - whatever that is. What is it with this family and creatures - last time I was here, I think it was Gleema who wanted a bunch of dragonflies. 

Dmitri, who runs the stable, wants a picture of the Unity Bell in Tarrey Town. There's a tradition that two people who ring it will be together forever. His four daughters would love it - and I'm headed there.

Kaifa is another of his daughters, caring for the sheep. But she's lost a cucco - not the prophecy one, apparently - and it won't lay eggs unless one of the family is nearby. 

Penn is here! He's got no leads, and he wants to try the cucco prophecy to get some - or at least interview the people who come to see it. 

Kaifa's cucco is in the well - but I can't figure out how to get her out. 

Tenne is taking care of the horses - she wants to go to Tarrey Town one day and order a dream home. But first she wants a partner with kind eyes who knows how to bake - she hopes hanging the Unity Bell picture will help her dating life. Sweet.

After beating Parcy in an ore-smashing contest, I head up the hill to this cucco oracle. 

Gleema says horseys, not bugs, is her new interest. She wants to ask the All-Clucking Cucco if she'll be a horse one day, but the line is too long. 

Fashionista Falmark says he heard Cece was influenced by someone in Tarrey Town - maybe Hudson's wife? He stopped here to see the oracle, and the cucco told him there was treasure on a remote island in the northeast. He hopes this means clothes, but I think clothes being treasure is specifically a Misko thing. Unless this is a lead to one of Misko's chests? It's such a vague clue.

Lonnie is the only person still in the queue, but she needs more time to think and lets me go first. 

The cucco knows my name, and that I'm seeking Zelda, but that's hardly a secret. It says I will face many trials - the first of which is to get to the top of the Stable.

It takes me a second to find a place to ascend, but I do, and reach the top.

The second trial is… bring logs.

And the third is - the Yiga Clan! It's been so long! I'd almost forgotten about them, I can't believe they're still knocking about. I survive the ambush, and agree with Penn's assessment - the All-Clucking Cucco was nothing more than a Yiga scam. I wonder what it was supposed to achieve… 

It's pouring down. I think about heading into the stable for the night - but then I turn to check the skyline and see the familiar glow of Kilton's balloon, just past Ulri Mountain Skyview Tower. Except that he gave it to Koltin, didn't he? If that guy's still looking for bubbulfrog gems, I have plenty for him. I run and glide through the rain, ignoring the tower for the moment in case I miss the window and Koltin picks up for the night. I'm not sure what his schedule's like.

He gives me a moblin mask and tells me he can sense nearby bubbulfrogs now he's eaten some of their gems - strange that he still can't seem to catch any of them himself. He gives me three hinox toenails, the mystic robe, eight fire keese eyeballs, a lizalfos mask and five ice-breath lizalfos tails before I run out of gems for him.

I can see Tarrey Town from here. And it looks as though another town has sprung up on the banks of the lake below? 

I head back to the tower as dawn approaches. It would be silly to be so close and not to activate it.

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Mycelium Menace (Hermitcraft g/t au)

Pt1

Shattered Code

Pt1, lore dump on forest borrowers

Now for all the stuff I've done in the past which I'll hopefully write more for!

✨Upon Clouds we Dream...✨

Chapter One and Chapter Two is out, but Chapter Three is non-existent. (yet)

Then there's the other au that I have stuff for, but I'm not sure what it is or where i was going with it and i'm pretty sure it's dead but oh well-

Make new friend's but keep the old

Chapter... One? Chapter... Two? Maybe?

✨MER AU THAT I HAVE SAID NOTHING ABOUT YET✨

Art for it

Becky ask!!! (small infodump)

✨I have fallen (but have faith, for I shall rise once more)✨ (mcyt g/t au)

Pt.1

Brick ask :D

✨Dystopian au✨ (mcyt g/t au)

infodump

Becky ask (technically infodump)

✨Oneshots!✨

He started it!

Horror and HELP

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Wip game thingy

Munchkin character sheet

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Taming the beast

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Borrower house no.1 (not very good)

Borrower house no.2 (better)

Borrower house no.3 (pretty darn great)

Borrower house no.4 (think of a witches house)

shitpost (and my first post)

shitpost (not my first post)

shitpost (honestly how many do i have?)

shitpost (another one??)

shitpost (:D)

stuff that freaks me out in g/t #1

stuff that freaks me out in g/t #2

spooder

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FFXIV Write 2024 - Perpetuity

TW - Pet death, 'willfully dying' but happily, Endwalker Ancients stuff

In white robe, an ancient of Etheyris sits, hind on her heels. Beneath her, flowers of fading hues are crushed, the unlucky few to accompany her to the star. She breathes easily, smiling, stroking gently the feline familiar on her lap. The beast struggle to enjoy her company, its own draws of life ragged and cruel.

"There, there," says the ancient. It's a strange term for one with such a youthful mien, so few years to her life compared to the other white-robes. "I'm sorry this form's end is cruel. But it was nice while it lasted, yes? Did you enjoy it?"

The beast cranes its head ever so slightly, looking its master lazily in the eye. That much was a struggle. Though, there was no pain in the effort; that had been blissfully denied. There's love in the gaze the pair share, and the pet nuzzles its head against her belly.

Hey smile lingers, though the upward nudge of her cheeks loosens a millisecond stream down her features. "I'll be right there with you, and when the time comes for us to be born again, we'll find one another. Such is our design. So please, don't worry. Don't fear. It's okay."

A few of her peers had disagreed with the motion of letting her life fade alongside her work. Apparently, it wasn't the first time she'd done this. "Nini," they had pleaded. "It's far too early to go. Linger still. For a day. A week. A month. A year. An eternity." Their words were more passioned and less obvious than that, but that's what she heard. And she did feel for their pain. But a time had come. A time to say goodbye. Better to declare it now than wait until they grew bored of her. Better to dream of the next time they should be so blessed as to cross paths.

"Death is just an end," she says, more to herself than to the beast she makes her magic still. "From an end, a beginning. Everything was once another. The only thing we treasure, really, is consciousness; isn't it?" She feels her pet's final breath against her fingers, and she sighs. "It's that end which we fear. It doesn't really matter what comes after, the idea that this... ends. That is terror. I feel it every time I ponder too deeply. But the truth is, well, eventually, something new will happen, even if we don't remember it.

"When everything dies, when all consciousness fades, no one will remember however millions or billions of years it takes for the next consciousness to form. There will be no record of Etheirys. Maybe another world or two would have happened before a conscious thought begins. No one will know how many times we've reset. All that matters is that something will always exist. And all consciousness will know... is what it knows."

With a final, gentle stroke of her hand, she bids her friend's journey into the lifestream, its body glittering into the raw aetheric makeup of creation. That same hand finds its way to her chest, and weaves its way to her heart.

"Something will live again from me. This version of Ninisina fades tonight. But the next will have only lived because I died."

Expert fingers pluck loose life's hold on her soul. Her body begins to flow shortly after her beloved companion. She looks to the heavens with a smile.

"I hope you live as wonderful a life as I have. May you achieve all you dreamed, as I have. And may you die with love for yourself, as I do."

The ancient's final words carry her away, blown to the hereafter on a divine wind.

[dumbblondeposts]

Fic idea: klayley having another child

I’m such a sucker for au fics where klayley have another daughter and hope is a big sister

Idk why I felt like a boy is better suited for this so here's an alternative universe where hayley remained a werewolf:

She watches hope make her way to her little brother's crib for what's probably the tenth time this day, she reaches out to stroke his face with her little finger as she beams with joy and she feels nothing but pure contentment

It's been six months since she and Klaus welcomed their second child, this time a little boy named Henrik,

He was named after the Departed youngest mikaelson brother, it was Klaus's idea, a way to honor his memory or out of guilt, who knows

Not that Hayley objected

Everything's been easier, better with her second pregnancy, no danger looming over them, no witches plotting revenge

And for once she could see the side of Klaus she dreamt of seeing since she first learned she carried his heir

He was present, caring, thoughtful and truly alive, he seemed to have a handle on what it's like to be a parent

Maybe that too is out of guilt

He wanted nothing more than to make up for all the time he lost trying to get the city back instead of tending to her needs,

Instead of being there for her and their unborn child

Now he stands across the room, wearing the biggest smile as he watches hope doting on her little brother before his eyes meet Hayley's.

She looks tired, understandably so

Despite his insistence on compelling someone to help her take care of their toddler she refused

Could be her way of compensating for the time she spent away from hope in her first months

He sits next to her and she looks at their kids before quickly shifting her gaze back to him with a smile

"Is it too late to accept the babysitter offer?", She jokes

"Motherhood is wearing you out I see"

She bites back a laugh before she rests her head on his shoulder, an intimate gesture she could've only wished for once upon a time

Now it's habitual ,any bit of fear, of insecurity is long gone

Now she can truly rely on him, she can truly call him her partner

A man and not a beast

A loving father, a great friend and a sweet lover

She watches hope's concerned expression as little henrik bursts out crying before she decides she's bored and exits the room

he can hear Hayley's lengthy sigh and so his hand briefly rests atop hers

"I'll take care of it" , and it's Hayley's turn to swoon over the sight of the mighty Klaus mikaelson rocking his baby in his arms, his shirt smeared with vomit and spit up as he desperately tries to soothe him

She laughs before he gives her the "I give up" look,

"That's not how you do it, here, let me show you"

He carefully hands her the boy and admires the way he instantly calms down, the sight of a small family that loves him,

One that finally gave him a way to live rather than survive melts his heart

He looks at his children's mother nursing their baby, looking absolutely exhausted and he can't think of anything more beautiful

The picture is engraved in his memory, something from which he'll draw inspiration for the many art pieces he later dedicates to her

She looks at him again with a smile

"I'm actually starving right now",

And that's his cue to take care of her for a change,

Since apparently it's now a part of his "baby daddy" responsibilities to remind her to eat, drink and sleep

Not that he'll ever complain, this woman gifted him the world and then some more

He'd offer up his soul for her if she asked

"Alright then love, I'll get you some actual food instead of the convenience dung you so seem to enjoy to ring the changes"

She's busy fawning over Henrik grabbing her Finger when she feels Klaus approache her, he tucks the straying strands of hair behind her ear as to take a better look at her face and she feels herself blushing a little

No one gets her so weak in the knees as that bastard does

"Once I'm back I expect you to finish up your plate and get some sleep, are we set?"

He stands amused as she rolls her eyes at him

"Can you go back to not caring please, cause I'm starting to feel smothered" ,

"I think not", with that he gives her lips a tender kiss,

One that leaves her breathless

It's his way of getting her to stop complaining

An effective way they both enjoy

And the lovestruck teenager in her jumps out, the one who only ever wanted to matter to him

So she bites her lip and focuses all her attention back on their little boy

[sharpsuite]

  ✦  for niragi . heh .

↳ 76 REASONS FOR A KISS ↳ ✦ randomizer chose 59 .  kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s  .

THIS ISN'T PART OF HIS PLAN. It's a phrase that falls rather fittingly to Niragi - like he has some sort of possessive claim of that phrase in Chishiya's life. Maybe he does. Niragi has become something of a tornado in his plans - one minute it's usual banter and sneers and smirks, the threats, and the next its an unrivaled tension and lips crushing against one another. It's a TENSION that all of the death games and their timers have failed to ever make Chishiya feel.

Like now. His shoulders relax against the wall and he tilts his chin upwards the militant with a sly grin. " Now whose the one waiting to see if I'll come back from a game? " He murmurs into the minuscule amount of space between them - Chishiya's game been a relatively long one and he had been the last to arrive back sans any other players. Part of him had been surprised to see Niragi waiting like a BEAST ready for a kill , the other hadn't. The last few days there had been only brief glimpses of one another - he can't help the thread of curiosity that wants to know if he's lurked in Niragi's mind in his ABSENCE, as hard to catch or be rid of as in the flesh. Lips silence Chishiya before he can say anything more; not as aggressive as their first, and he can practically feel the SMIRK when Niragi pulls back just slightly. TEASE. ( Or consideration ? Allowance to leave if he doesn't want this ? Chishiya stays. )

This DEFINITELY isn't part of his plan. But his plan is at the waiting stage anyways - waiting for the deck to be almost complete before he steals it. Chishiya slides his arms around Niragi's neck and crushes their lips together again as the militant bends down and Chishiya stands a bit further up on his toes to ease the difference. One hand buries itself in midnight locks, curls as he parts his lips for him and nearly sighs into the kiss. ( Does his own inexperience frustrate him? YES. It is not often he finds himself lacking although he is learning. Can he appreciate Niragi's skill? . . . Also yes. ) And it's like Niragi knows he's THINKING TOO MUCH, that Chishiya's still in is own head, because the kiss slows and deepens and it has his toes curling, back arching. His free hand slides down from the back of Niragi's neck to his chest, tries to tug him impossibly closer by the silk of his shirt while Chishiya presses against him and feels the heat. This time there's no freezing rain. He wants and it's all Niragi's fault. ( There IS no one else, he's just as avoidant and distant with everyone else as usual. )

Fingertips hover with rare uncertainty - he wants but he doesn't know WHAT he wants. Only that the wanting is there with its appetite. Physical contact does not come NATURALLY and neither does the knowledge of what to do. The hand in Niragi's hair tightens a fraction more, he sinks into the kiss and into the tongue and that damn piercing he likes just a bit more. Slowly his fingers trail down over the fabric till he grasps at the sniper's hip, fingers brushing at the sliver of exposed skin while staying pressed against him. SAVORS each second until the need to part to breathe becomes unbearable and he has to break the kiss for both of their sakes.

His head feels like soft static, like it's softened by cotton. Chishiya draws in tiny gasps of air against Niragi's lips, his own lips parted and eyes only half-open. It's DANGEROUS the appeal that this whatever it is with Niragi has. It yearns and hungers. Sometimes it burns and sometimes its a soft warmth. His grip on black hair loosens, turns softer when he strokes through the strands and feels Niragi's forehead against his shoulder as his head leans back against the wall. He's still warm, body heat pleasant as he thumbs at Niragi's side absently and tries to ground himself back to the now. ( He LIKES the warmth and wants it. )

" Nira-Ah! " A puff of warm breath hits his neck as Niragi turns slightly to him in response and Chishiya shivers underneath it with a CHOKED noise that cuts off his own voice. Goosebumps erupt over his skin and his mouth opens and shuts in surprise at his own reaction. He might be able to quiet his noises but that gasp had gone unchecked and unrestrained. Why would he know that'd happen? He squirms now, uncertain whether to acknowledge the occurrence or ignore it. He can't quite bring himself to look towards Niragi's dark eyes and decides to turn his head to the side, to try to ignore the little occurrence. Maybe he should kiss Niragi again, shut him up before he says anything. / @crue11 / @wellfell