#Putting Swim Fins on a Cat

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

thinking of merman gaz again so...

Again. || Merman!Gaz pt.2 (for Mermay 2024)

cw: smut, voyeurism (fingering and piv), face-sitting & cunnilingus, non-sex toys used as sex toys, dubcon elements, mermaid smut idk

Merman!Gaz who goes looking for you at the beach he found you after he realizes you two did not, in fact, mate.

Merman!Gaz who cannot find you and gets genuinely distraught and sad for a few weeks, but keeps going back to the beach nonetheless.

Merman!Gaz who, one of those times, spots a couple at the beach under the cover of night.

Merman!Gaz who can tell it isn't you, (it's not the same scent), but knows it's a human woman, and a human man, and she smells sweet and aroused, just like you had been.

Merman!Gaz who drags himself over the rocks and watches closely as the man's fingers dive deep into the woman's sopping cunt, the same way he had had his tongue inside you...

Merman!Gaz who watches how the woman's back arches and she cries out to the night sky in delight as he brings her over the edge, just like he had done to you.

Merman!Gaz who watches how they turn over on the towel, and the man fishes a large appendage from the confines of his clothes, and sits her down onto it, sinking her onto it and hearing her cry so beautifully...

Merman!Gaz who gets the realization that, unlike seahorses, it's the human male that penetrates the female to breed, not the other way around... but he can't.

Merman!Gaz whose efforts to see you again become even more desperate, attempting to find you to test the newfound knowledge...

Merman!Gaz who's fins brighten and nearly glow when he spots you at the beach again nearly a month later, alone and looking out onto the water for him.

Merman!Gaz who swims up to the rocks like before and looks at you with big brown eyes and, although you see little more than a silhouette, you crawl over to him.

Merman!Gaz whose mouth isn't quite equipped to speak, so his words sound rough and a bit foreign when he says 'Missed you', but preens when you say you 'missed him too'.

Merman!Gaz who tries pawing at your legs again, this time covered in a pair of leggings to beat the cold winds of the sea, and gets stopped by you saying 'you hurt me the other day. you can't leave me like that'.

Merman!Gaz who understands the word 'hurt' and 'leave' and pouts at you, rubbing his head against your leg like a cat, before climbing up on the rocks beside you and kissing your cheek.

Merman!Gaz who carefully brings you over his lap, over his tail, watching how you squirm a bit against the wetness and the bizarre feeling of the scales.

Merman!Gaz who kisses you softly, his wet, salty lips pressed to yours and his webbed hands holding you close.

Merman!Gaz who makes out with you sweetly and slowly, like he has all the time in the world to apologize for leaving you, showing he's no longer in a rush.

Merman!Gaz who preens and smiles brightly when your hands caress every inch of his torso, especially his strong biceps and the extra layer of fat on his tummy, seemingly pleased that you're pleased.

Merman!Gaz who helps remove your clothes and this time goes slowly, no longer receiving a warning to be 'careful', and is somehow knowledgeable enough to not drop your coverings onto the ocean to drift away, but either sets them neatly on the rocks.

Merman!Gaz who lowers himself halfway into the water, to keep his tail (and some of his scales) hydrated, but keeps his head above the rocks, dragging your exposed cunt over his mouth.

Merman!Gaz who rocks you back and forth on his tongue and lets you grind against it as he laps and sucks at your clit, watching you quiver and tremble above him.

Merman!Gaz who rips orgasm after orgasm out of you and suddenly stops and pulls you off him, and gestures vaguely, leaving you confused and worried, guessing whatever he means.

Merman!Gaz who dives back into the water, leaving you angry and frustrated, thinking he's, once again, leaving, and so you resume putting your clothes back on...

Merman!Gaz who returns so suddenly it startles you, pulling you back onto his lap and this time rips your t-shirt off your body in frustration for covering yourself again.

Merman!Gaz who stops your protests by rubbing a webbed hand over your warm, wet cunt, knowing his fingers will not fit inside, the webbing preventing them to go in further than the fingertips...

Merman!Gaz who carefully holds onto the base of a smooth-surfaced cerith sea shell and presses it slowly into your eager, winking hole.

Merman!Gaz who notices how prettily you react to the way it fills you up, the ribbing and twisting shape rubbing against the most sensitive spots in your gummy walls.

Merman!Gaz who smiles as you lay your head against his shoulder, carefully recreating the in and out motion he watched the human man perform on his partner, your moans echoing in the night.

Merman!Gaz who has no idea of your limits or of anything being too much for a human, and so goes on and on.

Merman!Gaz who keeps moving the shell slowly inside your wet walls, ripping so many moans and climaxes out of you, that it leaves you limp against his torso, with a blissfully fucked out look on your face.

Merman!Gaz who keeps his tail wrapped around one of your legs firmly, possessively but lovingly, wordlessly declaring you his mating partner, even if you won't actually breed with him.

Part 1:

[m1sa-w1sa]

Animal Party!

The harbingers finding out you had a pet

(Some of the animals are tigers lions bears sharks etc etc, characters might be a bit OOC cuz this is kinda a crackfic but if yall want more srs ones lmk)

Tartaglia

For him Lets say you had a pet bear it would go kinda like this, since you and him live in a big house you wanted a big backyard, he never knew why but he Never said no, his siblings could run around there so when he came home from work you were not anywhere to be found.. until he heard you call someone a “goodboy” from the backyard, his bow was already drawn as he would have a stern expression on his face until he saw you with a bear. “[NAME]…” “So i forgot to tell you…” “WHY DIDN’T YOU THEM ME SOONER?! HE’S SO CUTE!” overall tatamis loves the bear

Scaramouche

For Scaramouche you had a cat a fluffy white one, this time you went over to visit him with your cat just hanging out in her purse “Took you long enough-… What the fuck is that..” “Its [CATS NAME]…” I deeply feel like scaramouche would be jealous if the cat took to much of your attention but would warm up to the cat, not enough to not show at least a HINT of jealousy

Arlecchino

So You had a spider for this (if you dont like spiders then imagine something else) and again you went to visit her, Arlecchino actually does like spiders (or just insects in general based on voice lines) so wheb she sees one crawling on you she was surprised that you had one just hanging around, She doesn’t mind it and also gets close to the spider, Leney (idk if i spelt his name right) almost killed it becuase he thought it was creepy😞

Signora

You have a silly little snake!!! This can go either way you visit her, she visits you..OR she sees it slithering around and she calls you over “[NAME]! WHAT THE FUCK—“ “Signora! You found [SNAKE NAME]! Thank you!!” Signora would be surprised and confused..how can you live with that…THING?! Why is it built like that… Signora is ALRIGHT with your pet she isn’t to fond with it but would take care of it for you

Pantalone

You have a cat! Not the small one a BIG one so.. a lion for him you TOLD him you had a cat..just not what KIND of cat “Pantalone do you want to see my pet?” “Of course [NAME] it cant go that bad..” It went that bad, when he came to visit you and saw a whole ass LION he froze when did you get the beast?! “Ha..[NAME] you said you had a cat..” “I know! This is [LIONS NAME]!” “Why didnt you say that you had a lion?” “It was less fun..” hes alright its pretty tame, (might get a little jealous from all the attention the lions getting…)

Dottore

Simple way to put it, you have a shark said and done same with Pantalone you TOLD him just not that detailed in your words “Dottore you like fish right? You wana meet mine?” “Sure, I suppose it wouldn’t be that much of a hassle..” Well when he cane over he wondered why your house had a pool in the backyard, until he saw the fin sticking out of the water “See Dottore? This is [SHARK NAME]! “You said you had a fish” He doesn’t really care for it because he doesn’t go swimming often or study the oceans yet but he isn’t going to tell you to give it away

Columbina

You had a swan, a elegant animal it was plain and simple so there isn’t that much convincing that the animal WONT hurt them, You and Columbina have hang outs (aka dates..) by the pond, She only REALLY opens her eyes around you (she wears the mask so she wouldn’t fall in love with someone else again but your a exception) and saw that you had a swan with you she was like a kid in a candy shop in her eyes it was a perfect animal for someone as perfect as you! She loves your swan and has a good relationship with it

Sandrone

You had a hamster (a FAT one) it was just in your hands eating sunflower seeds (ofc it is..) as you were going to find your beloved Sandrone “[NAME] whats the dust in your hand for?” “Its my Hamster!” “What..” Sandrone is sarcastic so she does make jokes how its a fucking FATASS but she secretly thinks its cute and would do anything for that little fur-ball

Capitano

You have a fox! I feel like when he found out you didn’t know he was off today, so you were outside playing with your little fox friend while he looked at you, even if his face was covered he had a small soft smile who ever knew that his s/o could be so cute..but he doesn’t know much about taking care of animals so he loves hearing you talk about it and slowly warms up to your fox!^^

Peirro

Last but not least! You owned a monkey (or a spider monkey) but you and your monkey go EVERYWHERE together so its not hard for him to figure it out, since you two starting dating he was introduced to your monkey, he doesn’t mind that silly little fella he just wants to spend time with you and sometimes when your off doing errands or something else, your monkey just hangs out with Peirro, one time, Peirro had the monkey on his shoulders while in a fatui meeting (I feel like any of them would take your pet to a metting when there good with them, besides the shark… sadly)

(We are finished! I really hoped you enjoyed this!!^^ Tags: @jadestone2 )

[dearly-somber]

Purr | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. slow burn, f2l (friends-to-lovers), fluff, angst, drama, high school!au, eventual romance, eventual smut

-> w/c. 948

-> rating. 13+

-> a/n. I’m going to drop a Spotify playlist for this couple soon!! Please look forward to it <3

-> warnings. None!!

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Jun. 30th, 2022 @ 18:26

-> fin. Thurs., Nov. 9th, 2023 @ 14:28

-> edited. Mon., Nov. 13th, 2023 @ 12:22

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

Y/N stifles a yawn as tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She shakes her head (as if trying to shake the yawn away), then smacks her lips together, sitting deeper in the couch as her eyes struggle to stay open.

Jungkook feels himself smile, momentarily forgetting about the movie they’re supposed to be watching together—V for Vendetta. It’s far outside of their preferred genres, so he finds it unsurprising that she’s lost interest.

Suddenly she turns her head to him and Jungkook nearly breaks his neck trying to look away in time, his cheeks flushing pink at the embarrassment at being caught.

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he raises his hands above Y/N’s shoulders, his heart racing as she shifts in her seat to lower her head into his lap, one hand tucked under his thigh and one resting on his foot.

His heart pounds hard against the back of his throat, eyes glued to the back of her head. If you told Jungkook a few months ago that Y/N would actively seek him out and be comfortable enough to be physically close to him, he would have laughed in your face. Seeing it happen before his eyes blows his mind.

A satisfied feeling in his stomach makes his chest inflate with a sense of accomplishment and pride he can’t put into words.

She nuzzles her cheek against his thigh, a little hum escaping her lips as she slowly relaxes her shoulders and softens her exhales.

With his hands still hovering just above her shoulders, Jungkook takes the leap to put his hand in her hair, gently running his fingers through the nice-smelling strands and occasionally letting his fingers brush against the back of her scalp.

Her heartbeat slows even further at the sensation, and fond smile tugging his lips upward in response. Jungkook sets his eyes back on the movie, idly dragging his hand through her hair.

“Jungkook-ah!”

“Hm?” He looks at Jimin with alert eyes, momentarily halting his motions to focus in on his hyung.

Jimin is quickly followed by Taehyung, who wraps an arm around Jimin’s shoulders with a goofy grin. The two shifters look down at Jungkook’s lap with curious eyes, Taehyung’s eyebrows comically high on his head. “That’s new,” he says.

“She’s sleeping,” Jungkook mutters, putting a finger up to his mouth as he continues stroking her hair.

He wonders… If Y/N were a cat right now, would she be purring?

He hopes the answer is yes.

“Did you need something?” Jungkook asks, trying to divert their attention as he grows ever-shy under their knowing smiles. He brings his free hand up to massage the tips of his ears, knowing for a fact they’ve turned a bright red.

Taehyung snickers as Jimin replies, “Not right now, but we were brainstorming about ideas for Rosie’s birthday next week and we need a third opinion.”

Jungkook nods. “What have you come up with so far?”

“I think we should take her to Lotte World,” Taehyung chimes before Jimin gets the chance. “She’s been talking about it for weeks.”

Jungkook nods thoughtfully. He remembers that one day a few weekends ago when Y/N came over to hang out and ended up chatting with Rosé for nearly an hour about Lotte World and how amazing it had been the one time she got to go with her parents.

“I think we should do something cozy,” Jimin says. “We can go out to the river and swim for a bit, then come back, change, and barbecue. It’s not super extravagant or anything, but I think she’ll like having everyone together to celebrate, you know?”

“Mmm,” Jungkook hums thoughtfully.

He thinks both options are good. They’re both things Rosé would enjoy and be thankful for, and they’re also things the rest of the pack can enjoy.

He wonders, though, “Why not do both?”

“Huh?” They say together.

“Do both.” Jungkook shrugs. “We can go to Lotte World first and then come back to barbecue. Some excitement and then something nice and cozy,” he says, briefly glancing back down to watch as strands of Y/N’s hair fall between the gaps in his fingers.

“Wow,” Jimin says, looking off into the distance. “Since when were you so smart?”

Jungkook pouts.

Taehyung muffles his laughter in Jimin’s shoulder, reaching around him to ruffle Jungkook’s hair. “Don’t take it so serious, Kookie. You know we’re just kidding. It’s a good idea!”

Jungkook smiles. “I guess… Tell the others, then?”

“Yep!” Taehyung says excitedly, pushing away from Jimin to stretch his arms out behind him. “Tomorrow, though. I’m beat.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, whispering conspiratorially, “He was up playing games all night.”

“Yah!” Taehyung says a little too loud—Y/N shifts closer to him in her sleep.

“Shh!” Jungkook hisses. Taehyung raises his hands in defeat, shaking his head on his way to his and Jimin’s bedroom.

Jungkook waits a few seconds to make sure she’s really asleep before continuing his ministrations in Y/N’s hair.

“You know.” Jungkook looks up at Jimin. “You two have gotten really close.”

Jungkook smiles. “Yeah… She’s opened up a lot.”

Jimin ruffles his hair affectionately. “I’m happy for you, Kook. Maybe, soon…?”

Jungkook shakes his head softly, looking down at the back of Y/N’s head. Her shoulders rise and fall in time with the steady rhythm of her heart. “Maybe.”

Jimin gives his shoulder an encouraging squeeze, whispering goodnight as he heads upstairs.

Jungkook rests his hand on Y/N’s shoulder with a slow sigh, leaning back against the couch as he focuses on the last couple of minutes of the movie nobody’s been watching.

“Soon,” he whispers.

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[bonefall]

again looking over the reworked history what the hell happened with Ripwater, I wanna know. What *was* that? How did Riverclan kill it?

Oooooh, quite a request! Ripwater, Queen of the Lake, one of the episodes of BB!Po3!

Ripwater is a Wels Catfish, the largest freshwater fish in Europe. The biggest specimen EVER caught was just landed last year, in 2023, 9.4 feet long. It wasn't weighed, but smaller fish than this one have broken 300 pounds.

And it's not a good thing that we're catching so many big ones.

Wels catfish are extremely invasive across most of Europe, introduced for anglers who want to land record-setting catches. They're massive, intelligent carnivores, sometimes called the "freshwater orca" because they will lunge out of the water to catch land prey. They DESTROY the population of anything big enough to fit in its terrible mouth, including fish, amphibians, and even turtles.

They get that big from a mix of constant food and hot temperature. It's a sign that they're devastating their surroundings, and that nothing has been able to kill them for the decades it takes to get so large.

So of course, some dunderhead put them in British rivers, where they've been spreading upwards ever since. Thankfully they thrive better where it's warmer, so they're not too massive of a threat to BB's modeled regions in Northwestern England, but they're fucking coming.

Ripwater's name isn't an exaggeration. That's how they hunt. They gape their jaw and beat their fins like dragons, creating eddies and currents that suck their hapless prey in. When RiverClan names her, it's because they see her ripping the water in half. I was thinking about her recently, and came up with some new stuff. I'll take a brief break from my drafts to serve up some fragments for you.

[A gray cat with blue eyes, Lakepaw, later BB!Lakeheart, swims in bluegreen water surrounded by lilypads. Below her is the massive shadow of Ripwater, a gigantic Wels Catfish. Its eyes flash in the depths.]

SMALL RECAP OF BB!PO3: (to set the stage)

It is now a breather arc, just dedicated to some worldbuilding!

I feel pretty strongly that Po3's strength is how AWESOME of a slice-of-life arc it could have been. To this end, I removed the Kin of your Kin prophecy from it, until it's revealed only at the very end just before Cruel Season.

That's so I can focus on The Three and their adventures around the lake, without this big prophecy looming over them and making the lower-stakes conflicts look small.

Instead, the various episodes of Po3 are related to problems that their new home presents, with just a teeny bit of Sol's magical influence to spice things up.

While Lionpaw learns about the "meaning of strength" and ultimately learns a terrible lesson he will extend to his kits, and Jaypaw finds his limits and learns to prevent others from defining them for him, Hollypaw is grappling with Fire Alone and how to reconcile her grandfather's legacy with her strict dedication to the Warrior Code.

And SO we find ourselves in one of the earliest episodes of BB!Po3; Ripwater the River Demon. This is like... episode 3 or 4, it's a REALLY early one.

I'm just shuffling it around with ANOTHER RiverClan-centric episode; the Shinewater Plague. The oilspill from TNP is now going to be bumped up to Po3 so it's more about establishing Mothwing and her apprentice Willowpaw, to contrast Leafpool and her apprentice Hollypaw, before Holly swaps to being a warrior. Jaypaw completes warrior training before becoming a Cleric apprentice.

So I don't want them to be TOO close together. Maybe put Ripwater in Book 2 and have RiverClan comment that they don't really want to ask for help because of the last big event, Mistystar hates feeling indebted to ThunderClan.

After all, it could basically replace the "flood" episode from Canon Po3, which is often forgotten about anyway. I'm already having ShadowClan construct dams instead of RiverClan anyway...

ANYWAY RIPWATER

I want to start this episode off with Sol/Harry, who is unnamed, messing around near water. He has a bit of a fish motif going on that I want to establish, and I need to get him to start messing with the Clans good and early.

(Specifically his motif is going back and forth between the koi, also an invasive and notably domesticated species, and the atlantic salmon which is famous for its changing life cycle.)

The Wels Catfish is an invasive species to England, slowly making its way up the island from the South. The fish who will become Ripwater, at this point, is already HUGE but not cat-swallowing huge. She's an 80-pounder.

Sol hits her with some godly magic, which allows her to grow at a rapid rate.

The sort of thing where it wouldn't be COMPLETELY implausible. He just... helped it along.

When we get to her first true on-screen appearance interacting with RiverClan, she is nearly 300 pounds of monstrosity with a length of about 8 feet

I'm unsure how, exactly, ThunderClan comes to know of this. But I DO know that I want Hollypaw to be snooping, and heavily encouraged by her mentor Brackenfur to do so. So, somehow, SOMETHING starts going wrong across the lake and ThunderClan catches wind of it.

Thinking about it, this should probably be her first big action after swapping out of Cleric apprenticeship.

One of the few things she's missing about Clerichood is the way she could be close to Willowpaw without needing to sneak around so much. It's easier to just pass it off as "friendship" and "Clerics need to be close." Leafpool and Mothwing are a similar way.

Possibly work in that Hollypaw's also already seeing Heatherpaw in the tunnels, contrast the two things...

At this point, Hollypaw has a crush on Willowpaw, which is requited, but... it's kinda fading.

She still loves her like a friend, but she's liking Heatherpaw a lot more. It doesn't mean she doesn't CARE for Willowpaw, of course, but

Willowpaw is still IN love, and it's slowly becoming unrequited, when it didn't used to be.

And from RiverClan's POV...

The first disappearance is so sudden they have no idea what's happened. I'm planning for it to be Robinpaw.

(I go back and forth on if it's Robinpaw or Dapplepaw, but I'm leaning towards Robinpaw again, because I like Dapplenose too much to have her get killed off here.)

She went out clamming in the lake with her sisters, Lakepaw and Otterpaw, there was a swirl in the water, and that was it. She was gone.

Just like that.

She never came back up. RiverClan searched for her, following the currents, checking the shoreline, everything. It was like she vanished.

Mistystar is suspicious and doing everything in her power to figure out what happened, but... let's face it. It's the word of two apprentices, who were swimming alone, who swear Robinpaw just went under.

Misty JUST got done with the Shinewater Plague and isn't trying to make RiverClan look like it can't keep track of its own young. The most likely situation is that Robinpaw was sucked down by an undertow that the three of them were too inexperienced to recognize.

So... she's pretty adamant about not sharing this information until Robinpaw's body is found. Jaws Style. "We cannot let the other Clans be alarmed by this, else they might meddle in our affairs..."

(and she's still maybe a little paranoid that some snoop in another Clan is going to find out that Leopardstar wasn't killed by a rogue, y'know.)

I don't want it to be TOO much of a bloodbath, so I'm capping Ripwater's body count at three and just aiming for two deaths total.

I'm also going for a coincidence RiverClan is going to interpret as a pattern; this happens a lot, specifically, when they're hunting Freshwater Pearl Mussels.

Ripwater doesn't like the river as much as she likes the lake, but it has nothing to do with their clamming. They're just going to interpret it as such.

Anyway.

The next one she goes after was lucky. By some stroke, she opens her jaw, and the victim is able to grab onto something before they're sucked in. (Maybe toss in something here were it was Holly who was able to help save them.)

Since the WHOLE Po3 Apprentice Generation is going to be getting more focus, there needs to be more input from the RiverClan apprentices. Lakepaw and Otterpaw obviously need time here, but I also NEED to involve Ripplepaw, to establish how he's going to be seen as one of the strongest in RiverClan by OotS.

EDIT FROM THE FUTURE AS I FIGURED STUFF OUT:

It was Ripplepaw, Otterpaw, and their two mentors on a raft who were attacked next. They were fishing for mussels in a shallower part of the lake.

Otterpaw was tethered to the raft with a flax lead, so it wouldn't float off. Or just tugging it in her mouth. Either way she had a line.

When Ripwater attacks her, she is swallowed on the line like a worm on a hook

And it starts pulling the WHOLE RAFT down, just a crummy bundle of sticks

One of the mentors started shouting to cut the line, else it would drag all of them under, but Ripplepaw dives right down to beat its ass without telling them he's not gonna cut it

Hollypaw just rushed right in, didn't think about it, forgetting she was supposed to be trying to sneak around

Taking control as the natural leader she is, she ordered them to shut up and start pulling the opposite way

Underwater, Ripplepaw braced himself against the fish's lips, grabs Otter's tether, and YANKS

Abovewater, the adult warriors are pulling together, Holly grabs the raft and pulls too

Once their paws touch the bottom of the shallows it's over, one last HEAVE-HO and POP!

Otterpaw is FREE

And when it's finally known that the apprentices weren't mistaken, there's a monster in the water, THAT'S when the debate really starts up. Mistystar does NOT want ThunderClan meddling, and she'll already be pissed off that Hollypaw (and any OTHERS who tagged along with her, I wouldn't put it past Honeypaw to wriggle her little yellow butt into a later draft, or Lionpaw for his massive strength) witnessed something that's not her business.

There's a moment from canon I desperately want to keep; where Squirrelflight comes to fetch her daughter.

(more reason to just say this is replacing The Flood Episode from canon lmao)

It's such an interesting moment, and so forgotten. In a nutshell, Squilf is both furious and concerned that her kit went missing and meddled in another Clan's affairs, but... understands the impulse.

Because it's something she would have done.

So when she scolds Hollypaw, there's this aching feeling that she's scolding a younger version of herself. Calling her arrogant and disloyal, that an apprentice's opinions mean less, and that she needs to listen to "older and wiser" warriors within her own Clan.

In BB, I want to do something big with this. Firestar is the figurehead of Fire Alone, who encouraged Hollypaw's behavior through his deputy, Brackenfur, who he set as her mentor for a reason.

But Squirrelflight is being abused. By Brambleclaw.

This is one of the lowest points in Squirrelflight's life, and she is walking a line between self-worth, the warrior code, and her personal beliefs, just like her daughter is.

SO, since I'm already using Brambleclaw's enabling of Ashfur's physical abuse as one of the contributing factors to Hollyleaf's descent, I ALSO want to show how he acts on other characters.

Brambleclaw, Clan Culture, the pressures of their strength-obsessed social system. So it's gotta be Squirrelflight that reminds her, or even plants the seed in her head;

"What you did isn't consistent with the Warrior Code."

Maybe even have Mistystar herself state this earlier, to be echoed by Squirrelflight, offering an alternate perspective to Hollypaw. Make her realize that ThunderClan's political leanings are not universal or even popular.

But when Hollypaw comes back to ThunderClan, whoever set her to be a snoop wants her to spill the beans. This is also a big WIP part, as Hollypaw struggles with if she's going to obey or not, and I still need to set all the political "players" in this moment.

I know for sure, though, that Firestar's IMMEDIATE desire is to meddle like it's an episode of Scooby-Doo. Though he's savvy enough to be smart about how he phrases it and what actions he takes, his ultimate goal is to put his little cheeto-dust paws all over this. And Hollypaw is starting to question how appropriate that actually is.

This is where it starts to really be a rip in Holly's mind. Clans aren't JUST big, blanket groups with united opinions, they're collections of individuals. Mistystar doesn't want meddling, but Willowpaw is in danger. Otterpaw and Lakepaw went all that time without being believed, after they watched their sister die, because they're lowly apprentices like her. Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw are angry and disappointed, while Firestar and Brackenfur are secretly lathering her in praise.

Now imagine me standing in front of a big board where I'm writing ??? because there's a missing chunk here.

I need to connect THIS part to what comes next, which is where ThunderClan DOES come in and help out. Here's the thought process going on in RiverClan;

Willowpaw comes in to do something important. She adores Hollypaw, knows her value as a Cleric, and knows that StarClan can sway Mistystar.

I want her to have a couple of pieces of a vision... BUT. She decides to interpret it in a way that's convenient, and add a few details.

It's not a tooootal lie lmao. It's just 75% true.

This is the true power of Clerics, when they realize it. No one can actually challenge them without just ignoring them or stripping them of power. They are accountable to StarClan alone.

A mentor simply doesn't say this out loud to their apprentice. It's a quiet secret. And Willowpaw just realized it.

and thinking about it... this should be the thing that finally breaks the budding romance Holly and Willow had. Holly is sickened by this, when Willow confesses how she convinced RiverClan to work with ThunderClan.

But, without even being a full Warrior, the apprentice leverages her power as Cleric of RiverClan, and 200 skill points of Improv Acting, to tell them these things;

"StarClan is so angry with us that they've sent a hog to the water! It's why they've sent a ThunderClan apprentice, we must work with them to eliminate the beast that lurks in our waters. With spears and plans, we must hunt it honorably!"

(Mistystar is defensive, but it's not known why) "We haven't disobeyed StarClan in any way. We'd already accepted their help once before, when sickness drove us to weakness, and it's only let them think they can disrespect our borders as they please. This can't be the holy will of our ancestors."

"It's-- We've been disrespecting this bountiful new land that they've so generously given us. That's what the pile of shells in my dream was. Think about it! The last attack was on the shore where we collect mussels. The second attack was on a cat latched to a raft, and it was only the tether that saved them. And the first..."

IVE GOT AN IDEA, Robin, Lake, and Otter WEREN'T clamming when they were attacked. She gestures over to Lake, knowing that if she doesn't back her up, the theory crumbles.

(Otter is in the Cleric's den, unconscious.)

Lake hesitates, not wanting to lie. Willow jumps back in,

"It's why Otterpaw was attacked," does those little jazz-hands to be like 'come in bitch work with me,' "And it's why Lakepaw has to be involved in killing it, to end what she started, and appease StarClan."

Lakepaw more like I LIKE-what-you-just-saidpaw, "It's true, we were so ashamed to admit it, Mistystar, this is all MY fault, I wanted my siblings to dig up mussels, PLEASE let me atone by stabbing the fish to death"

AND AFTER THAT IT'S NOODLIN' TIME

Mistystar, begrudgingly, accepts Firestar's help, or perhaps reaches out to him. Ripwater is a "Hog in the Lake," a beast too big for them to kill honorably on their own.

ThunderClan is the ONLY Clan that uses spears, and only for boar hunts. To protect themselves and to give their quarry a quicker death.

No other Clan touches weapons for dishonor reasons, as they're heavily associated with the demon Shredtail.

I should have Willowpaw explain her half-truth to Hollypaw here, and it's where Hollypaw just... so very suddenly can't look at Willowpaw the same way.

Jaypaw would definitely face an ableist moment from someone, but it's going to have to be one of those times where he accepts that there IS a very real limit to his ability here. Spears are range-weapons and his whiskers don't reach that far. He can't tell where he's stabbing, and the water is going to make it too hard to smell where Ripwater's dangerous mouth is. He can't be chosen for this hunt.

Meanwhile Lionpaw learns from Willowpelt how to make a spear and it is one of the most satisfying things he's ever done in his life, he's like "this is so awesome oh my god i love weapons"

just gently setting up that he's going to eventually become ThunderClan's head of hunting, and also that he's a lil violent

I feel like him and Lakepaw should hit it off a little because they both think the idea of stabbing a fish in the face is super cool, only for someone to growl at them that they shouldn't be enjoying themselves so much

Maybe Blackclaw, fuck that guy

(absolute tangent but BB!Lionblaze is kind of evolving into a little dork and I love that for him. Local himbo only capable of making friends or enemies, all Clanwide opinions on him are polarized, more at 11)

THE PLAN

So how DO they kill that thing? First of all, it's all about strategy.

Immediately they started making a couple of specialized spears. Most spears they make are exclusively for boar-hunting, so they have a distinctive "lug" that prevents a boar from impaling itself down the shaft to get you.

Someone in RiverClan explains that you don't want a fish having the chance to get off a claw. If Ripwater escapes, they might not find her again until she kills someone else

The solution is that these need to be custom-made, with special claw-shaped prongs, so they're chevron ^ shapes instead of tear-drop points. They stab in, and don't pull out.

So they need to make spears from scratch, which is an intensive process, and they don't have time to waste. RiverClan doesn't want to hunt by water that has a chance of having a freshwater orca spawn and drag you in; they'll starve

And there's only so many artisans in TC that can MAKE spears. Glue, twine, shafts, blades... these are all things that take hours of labor to create.

And MORE IMPORTANTLY, they realized from the Raft Rescue that a tether, attached to a floating object, can be very useful. Each weapon has rope tied through it and is tethered to a raft-- which is even MORE intensive, RiverClan had to repurpose several nets to create so many lines, and they only own three rafts, so the rest have driftwood.

So they only have time to create 3 special water-spears, and bring in 2 modified boar-spears.

Lionpaw is like visibly disappointed he can't have one lmao

The only apprentice given a spear is... Lakepaw. And it's a boar-spear

Because she's gonna be bait. They believe the litter is cursed for their "sin" and she'll be the next target.

But still, they chum up the water near the last sighting with blood and crowfood, like hog slop, and wait.

(Heavy WIP stuff here as we get to a play-by-play I haven't fully figured out yet)

Their plan is to get it on the shore as quickly as possible.

Four cats could pull Otterpaw from its mouth, so 5 spearcats and a dozen strong warriors could pull it onto the shore. Surely.

shorely.

It comes as expected, lunging at Lakepaw. She leaps back and tries to use her spear on it, but she is NOT properly trained with it, she stabs its face, but can't break the skull

RiverClan manages to toss a net at the beast, but it's NOT heavy enough

And they managed to get LAKEPAW with it, pressing her to the beast, her spear is dropped into the water

Someone shouts that it swims like an eel, able to just reverse course unlike a REAL fish which must turn

In the panic, warriors start mobbing it.

she thrashes, and splashes and the net is barely holding her back at all

She smashes a warrior with her tail, buffs another with her powerful head

She's stabbed in her side by a ThunderClan warrior (probably Sandstorm), and she turns on the raft they're standing on, breeching and SMASHING it to bits. Lionpaw and the rest of the cats on this raft get dunked

In the water, ThunderClan cats are useless, and RiverClan cats can't properly handle spears.

Someone from RiverClan, probably Blackclaw, tries to free Lakepaw but is scooped up in Ripwater's mouth.

He's screeching and yowling and trying to hold onto its upper jaw, regularly cut off as she dives under

When Willowpelt gets her spear in, she holds onto that damn stick with her LIFE, getting swung around and dunked in the water and then going back up into the air

Thornclaw, holding the other boar-spear, aims for its tail

But it's not enough; Even with several warriors of RiverClan, five spears, a net, and the weight of the two remaining rafts, Ripwater's managing to pull them towards the depths

She's too big to bite, too large to claw, and too strong to hold down

LIONPAW TIME

He grabs the spear that Lakepaw dropped

Ripplepaw seems to zoom right passed him, running away from the fish. He thinks he must be some kind of coward, the fight's NOT OVER YET!! WE NEED TO HELP LAKEPAW

(In a later draft I might have Lionpaw be on the smashed raft, and Ripplepaw brings the spear to him before turning and bolting back to shore. Either way he doesn't explain himself)

He paddles near one of the rafts, and is pulled up onto it

Firestar calls him a WONDERFUL BOY for bringing the spear

Lionpaw mumbles something enthusiastic around the stick in his mouth, wriggles his butt, and jumps back into the water

Grabbing the net sticking to Ripwater and using it like tree bark, he pulls himself on

Bites the spear by the lug like a handle

And stabs it in like a knife

But it's already starting to pull out, too shallow

Filled with anger and resolve, he bites the shaft, and PUSHES

Harder and harder and harder until there's a crackle, the twine breaks loose, and the lug snaps

The rest of the spear slips in as if Ripwater's made of butter

Figuring that's probably deep enough, he lets go of the net, breaching the surface, sputtering and hacking

He's about to dive again to go get Lakepaw, but to his surprise, she breaks the water next to him

and then he feels the fish bump his paws

His name is called from the shore, and there's Hollypaw and Ripplepaw waving. Ripplepaw TOOK HIS SPEAR'S ROPE. Like a GUY WHO THINKS.

Now there was a team of cats on the shore, all the spent warriors who got thrown off, pulling Ripwater to the shore.

And from the feeling of slimy fish under his paws, it seemed like her fight had been all but spent.

And more cats were swimming to shore now, with the ropes attached to the other spears.

Once on the shore, they're able to discover that, tragically, Blackclaw has died. Mistystar in particular looks deeply torn by this, as their relationship was notoriously toxic. But still, he had been the father of her children, and drowned trying to save a Clanmate. She jumps up onto the massive fish, giving a speech about sacrifice, how Blackclaw and Robinpaw would be honored, and that RiverClan has learned its valuable lesson.

Ripwater was symbolic; it's the greed they had unleashed upon the lake by over-exploiting one resource. From now on, they would be respectful of StarClan's bounty. She thanks ThunderClan for helping to fulfill a prophecy, and offers that their debt be repaid by splitting the meat of the hunt.

Hollypaw, internally: "Oh she's doing that on purpose. She knows ThunderClan hates fish and it would be rude to refuse."

Firestar: "well. how could we refuse."

Sandstorm, quietly, in the distance: "easily actually ew"

CLOSING STUFF

I kinda want some kind of "epilogue festival" where the two Clans legitimately celebrate with a somewhat somber meal sharing. Some of these episodes in Po3 will result in lasting traditions and holidays that are celebrated annually.

At that little "fish festival," it works for Holly to officially break it off with poor Willow, to leave this episode off on a bit of a sad note.

This was one of the first times Lionpaw's power becomes obvious, and it's the sort of thing that wasn't really noticed. I figure it would be good for Lakepaw to ask how that lug snapped, she could barely even get the spearhead in. Lionpaw just brags and says it must be because he's SUPER STRONG.

For some reason he's just making a ton of friends whenever I write these out, I think I'm going to lean into it. Lionpaw's got friends when he's a kid lmao, starts losing them over time as he gets more violent.

It's probably because I really need a comic relief in The Three's dynamic. Hollypaw is very dramatic, Jaypaw is dealing with legitimately stressful social issues, and Lionpaw is violent. Someone has to lighten the mood up a little and it's probably because he's The California Girl himself lmao

At this fish festival he also discovers fish isn't actually that bad. Everyone's being weird about this. It's not really that slimy. It's got a strong taste but that's kinda nice, actually?

Could use some berries but like... "damn why don't we do this more often. this would go great with blackberries."

Ripplepaw: "You think so? I can taste sweetness, can I try to make it at home and tell you how it works out at the next Gathering?"

Lionpaw: "It's not hard, you just mash the berries and stew them in a little water before pouring it over your meat. I learned it from Willowpelt, she's got a mad sweet tooth."

Lakepaw: "No offense Lionpaw, but I always thought you were a total lunkhead. I never thought you'd like, cook?"

Lionpaw: "I mean not really, I'm an awful cook, I can just make simple stuff. Willowpelt's just nice enough to be patient with me, my mentor Ashfur says if I can learn something anyone can, haha."

Just a nice little moment for him.

Blackclaw is being mourned in the mortal plane, but secretly, getting a SCATHING trial up in StarClan. His death was heroic, but his ENTIRE LIFE was treacherous.

From teaching Hawkfrost to follow in his father's pawsteps, to joining him in WindClan's Civil War, and his constant arguing and undermining of Mistyfoot back when she was just a deputy trying to do the right thing.

He goes on trial for a bunch of things he did in TigerClan, too, facing his victims who took his misdeeds to their graves. He's not the only cat in RiverClan who is getting a review like this.

Leopardstar is already in the Dark Forest, and soon, Blackclaw's sent there too.

I decided to kill off Blackclaw here so he could have a VERY cool Land Mar;

(context: all Dark Forest demons now get a cool little evil playset area just for them, where they spawn into after they're thrown out of StarClan. These are called Land Mars)

It's still unnamed, but it's basically an even BIGGER Ripwater. It goes above and below the river and lakes of the Dark Forest, popping up in any body of water big enough to hold her.

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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 19

MASTAPOST

Danny woke from his little cat nap soon after, stretching his tail out like a lounging snake. Damian sat next to him, characteristically unimpressed as the teenager cracked his knuckles and shook off the remaining grogginess.

“Are you done?” Damian asked.

Danny yawned again. “Yeah what time is it?”

“It has been about two hours. We are wasting time.”

Damian swam to Danny’s left side and nudged him with his head. Danny bonelessly flopped to the side without moving. “Dude, what’s the rush? I thought you liked animals.”

“The whales have been amenable company, but my father needs me back as soon as possible. In addition, we have entered a coral reef.”

Danny blinked, and got up. The boy leaned his head over the edge of the mother whale. Seemed Damian was right. The waterscape in front of them was filled with tall kelp forests in the distance. Below the, the sea floor housed miles of vibrant coral in all sorts of colours. Red, purple, yellow and green coral spiraled and twisted and grew from the rocks and sand, living alongside schools of big and small fish. Clownfish peeked in an out of anemones. Little critters like shrimps and lobsters crawled in and out of crevices, sheltered from predators.

Damian apparently thought he was taking too long. Danny belatedly realised his harness was untied, just as Damian rammed into his back and pushed him off the edge.

“We need to replenish our supplies.” Damian said. “Teach me how to gather forage and hunt.”

Well that was a slight issue. Being a modern American teenager with access to such things as fridges and a global supply chain meant that he was perhaps less suited to roughing it than the younger boy might have assumed. It was not like he never had to live off the land, but the less said about long swim home after Vlad happened, the better.

“Well?” Damian repeated, arms crossed, looking down Danny expectantly.

“Alright then. I’ll teach you silly human what it’s like to live off the land, like your ancestors long before you.” He said sagely.

The whale pod crooned a deep farewell as the continued on their journey. He and Damian waved them off, before returning to their own needs.

He led his young charge to perch atop a cliff overlooking the reef. The boys laid their fins flat so as to avoid drawing attention. Danny scanned the landscape, settling his eyes on a lobster hiding underneath a rock. Despite their reputation these days, lobsters did not look nearly as appetising raw and alive. From the bottom, they looked more like cockroaches than delicacies. Plus, they were literally the worst possible travelling food ever. No.

Instead, Danny caught sight of his real prize. Mussels!

“You good with shellfish?” He asked the younger boy. Damian turned up his nose, looking haughty like Sam’s parents were it not for the adorable pout he’d put on too.

“If the only other option is starvation.”

“We’ll keep an eye for more plants on the way.” Danny said, preparing to descend.

The thing about mussels was that you didn’t need to kill them to bring them along. They came with their own natural packaging, even if it was a bit heavy. Danny stuffed his pockets with a couple handfuls of the shellfish, leaving space for a more varied diet, and leaving the rest to stay and reproduce. He wasn’t greedy! Sam had taught him about these things. Mussels were very important to the environment. Evidently Damian was aware too. The boy nodded in approval as Danny continued his search.

Damian’s sword came in useful as well (he would’ve taken it away if he wasn’t sure that the kid would slash him for it) for harvesting kelp and seaweed. The pair snacked on kelp strips as Danny took them to their next prey.

However, Damian protested. “I do not wish to kill this one.”

The huge trout, easily as big as Damian, floated blissfully ignorant of the two predators eyeing it like hawks. Danny ‘s head spun as he tried to keep track of Damian’s seemingly endlessly shifting opinion towards eating fish or not. “That thing could feed us for like 300 miles.”

“The largest fish also reproduce the most. This one is a female.” Damian continued. Now that he thought of it, didn’t Sam make a whole protest about this in the beginning of summer? “Many oceans are in danger due to overfishing from humans. As a human myself, it is my responsibility to fish sustainably.”

The boy’s fins puffed with pride and conservationist fervor, a quiet determination that reminded him of Sam. Danny had some doubts. “If we eat the small fry, there won’t be many left to grow big and ‘reproduce’ as you say.”

This point seemed to put pause on Damian’s previous showboating. The boy gritted his teeth, looking for a comeback. “What about invasive species? Those that threaten the natural balance.”

Danny shrugged. That was a good point, except Danny didn’t know how to identify any of those.

“But you live in the ocean!” Damian protested when this point was brought up.

“Yeah. You live on land. Does that mean you know about every species that lives on Gotham?”

“Yes.” Well he kinda walked into that one, didn’t he?

“Well if you know so much about invasive species, why don’t you look for them?” Danny challenged. Animal hyperfixation or not, surely this kid couldn’t identify the hundreds of species that lived in this reef.

Damian’s ear fins tensed, something he’d noticed in himself whenever he was concentrating on something. The boy turned away from Danny and to the reef in front of them. Suddenly, the boy’s body slumped.

A smug grin split open Danny’s face.

Damian groaned, as if his next words were like Soviet torture. “There are no saltwater invasive fish near California, to my knowledge.”

“Hah! Suck on that, fishboy!”

Damian mewled angrily. His hand drifted down to the hilt of his sword. On dear.

“Alright, alright, alright. What about a compromise?” Danny waved his arms defensively.

“Speak.”

“We grab the fish that we were gonna grab before you interrupted.” Damian hissed at that. “BUUttt only one. And we fill our pockets with small fry. A balanced fishing diet. What do you say?”

The grumpy child pouted one more time for good measure, before sinking back to the floor. “Fine. You still need to teach me how to make a kill.”

“You sure you won’t get attached?”

“I can suppress my emotions to complete the mission.” It spoke something about Damian that Danny wasn’t even that phased this time. That being said please let that just be a boast with nothing to back that up.

Danny lay prone, fins flat, head down, like a tiger about to pounce. In the entire conversation they’d had, the trout had drifted about five inches from its previous position. Survival instincts this poor girl had not.

“All you need to do is shut your gills, like holding a breath. Just get closer… and closer… and POUNCE!”

Danny leapt at the trout, using his powers to accelerate into a blur. His hands pinned it down in an instant, the trout thrashing and slapping him, trying to escape. With a swift motion, Danny bit clean through its gills. The trout rapidly lost strength, slowly fading until it went still.

He held the trout up like a trophy. “Tada!”

Damian frowned deeply. “That was an unclean kill. It suffered immensely.”

“Ughh!” Danny groaned. “What do you want from me. I’m a siren not an assassin.”

Damian unsheathed his sword, looking about 50% more menacing as any other six-year-old Danny had ever met. “It seems I will have to show you, instead.”

Five minutes later, his idea of showing Danny how to kill resulted in a fresh bruise and a bent fin. The carp he had tried to pounce managed to escape with a shallow cut on its side.

“I’m very educated now, Damian. Thank you.” He snickered as Damian roared in anger.

“Shut your mouth! You have an unfair advantage, seeing as you can use your powers, while I am hampered by my body.”

“You’ll grow into them. I think. I dunno I haven’t met a lot of siren kids.”

“I am not a child!” Damian said, pouting very maturely.

The rest of the morning was spent like that, roaming the reef in search of food and bickering over this and that. At one point they debated over dolphins were whales or not (Danny personally thought whales were too nice to encompass dolphins under their umbrella).

Their food supplies replenished and energy still raring to go, the boys sealed their satchels shut, and continued south.

Meanwihle…

Hundreds of miles away in the ocean, Bruce stands at the helm of the Fenton Family SAV, its modified engines going at full throttle.

In a hidden compartment in his room, Tucker Foley slams into the firewall of the Fenton’s new database with everything he has. Schematics, blueprints, notes. He needs that data and he needs it now.

Sam Manson meditates on her bed, surrounded by candles. She recites warding spells, a staple for any young magician.

Skulker sits in his private yacht, bandaging his wounded leg, sliding the pieces for his next upgrade. Behind him, an ornate fish tank sits empty, awaiting its guest.

Agent K and Agent O monitor the news. The sonars around Amity. A report sits on the desk. The Fentons have just left town? That will be interesting… 

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I am so obsessed with the catcatfish they bring me joy on a cosmic level I can't even explain, thank you

EXCELLENT 💜 i'm really floored by all the enthusiasm i've seen for these silly guys! finals crunch is bearing down on me so it means a lot to bring smiles to people with my silly stress scribbles.

i totally encourage anyone who's interested in drawing their own to feel free to do so! if you want to, @ me and/or tag it as #catcatfish ^_^ there's no hard rules of course because i'm not anyone's boss, but if you're curious about a list of guidelines for designing your own, here's some scaffolding for you to spitball with:

the "original" catcatfish is based off of a blue catfish, and likewise i would encourage designers to pick a real catfish species to base theirs after. their minimum size is housecat size, but if the real-life catfish gets bigger than that, then so will the catcatfish. keep the salinity in mind, i.e. don't put a gafftopstail in a river or lake. and just like a real fish, chlorinated pools are toxic!

in terms of silhouette, just think of them as a catfish with paws and ears. they have a wide subterminal/inferior mouth, fleshy barbels, beady far-apart eyes, a round trunk, and a wide & powerful tail. the limbs are cat limbs, but the proportions are closer to that of a river otter to make them more hydrodynamic.

the fur is also very otterlike in terms of length, texture, and density. the fins are only furred on the leading spine of the dorsal fin and the fleshy base of the adipose fin. remember: they're amphibious, so there are no long-haired or hairless catcatfish! they need their slick, short fur to stay warm and reduce drag underwater. long fur and hairlessness will make it harder for them to swim and also give them severe hypothermia.

in terms of color, it's pretty open-ended: basically any real-world fish coloration, plus tabby and piebald versions of each, along with melanistic ("nightcrawler") and leucistic/albino (haven't picked a catchy name for that one yet).

they are omnivorous, but will prefer to eat more meat than plants (or vice versa) if that's what their IRL catfish counterpart eats; a pleco catcatfish will eat a lot more veggies, for instance, but it'll still need some animal protein. their only true teeth are two small fangs on the top jaw and two on the lower jaw. they eat by gulping food/prey down whole. if they're eating on land, that means they'll jerk their heads back like a bird/lizard to swallow; underwater, they use suction. they have an extremely strong prey drive. they can eat kibble and wet food like a cat, but may struggle to gulp it on land; pour the kibble into a wide bowl of water when it's time to eat so the catcatfish will have an easier time swallowing it.

i mentioned this in another post: the operculum seals the gills shut on land, so you'll only see those bright red gill filaments while the catcatfish is in water. i draw two gill slits as a cartoony stylistic choice, but really they have however many gills that the corresponding catfish species does. the gill slits are visible from the inside if they open their mouths wide enough.

don't forget the dewclaw spine! i can't endorse declawing :p

[kitkinnie]

some of my kintype's behaviors for fun!

using my head to let people know i love them (putting my head against their chest or shoulder) -> cat headbonks

stretching (i need to do this more often but i don't currently really have the space.. when i move out i wanna try stretching more frequently) -> moekka and cat behaviors

joking/saying things robotically ("directive fulfilled"/"quest complete" when i finish a task or get something for someone, "nutrients aquired" when i make myself food, etc.) -> alien and robot behavior

big tail lashing when annoyed -> moekka, cat, leviathan, AND dragon behavior! no wagging here

tail tip twitching when excited/happy -> moekka and cat behavior

wing shimmying/ruffling (ambient/idle behavior) -> moekka, bird, and dragon behavior

wiggling fingers/doing "claw hands" (to achieve the feeling of having or unsheathing claws/talons) -> moekka, cat, leviathan, and dragon behavior

involuntary smiling when upset/being prone to hysteria/manic laughter -> im sorry but. chara coded (this is one of the things that made me consider chara as one of my kins since that's a behavior we share)

the entire moekka ear emoting guide i made can go here too. this is what my ears do

fins flaring out when aggressive -> dragon and leviathan behavior

snarling/showing fangs(i dont have actual fangs. tragic) when angry/aggressive -> moekka, dragon, leviathan, cat, werewolf, and cryptid behavior

snorting/exhaling through nose or sighing when angry/annoyed (steam is supposed to come out) -> dragon behavior

bouncing/doing weird little high steppies when excited -> moekka behavior (i don't do this irl much because my leg anatomy is tragically not suited for it but. steppies !)

purring (something i can't do irl, at least not comfortably/real-ly) -> moekka, cat, and dragon behavior

thinking in concepts/pictures rather than words and having to translate my thoughts into cohesive english on the fly -> cryptid/alien/robot behavior, generally giving a "not human" vibe. kind of annoying when im trying to explain myself quickly and concisely tbh

being sooo sleepy all the time (/slight exag but im a pro at napping) -> cat and dragon behavior. these guys love to sleep

avoiding direct sun (i get sooo hot and sweaty in the summer i cannot handle the heat) -> its giving vampire (i get teasingly called one all the time since i always wear black and dont go in the sun. im also super pale) but in reality, its cryptid behavior babey!

squatting on things/perching/sitting up high/not sitting on furniture correctly -> cat/moekka/dragon/bird/cryptid behavior. also the autism . i always wanna be sitting on stuff like a gargoyle

walking on tiptoes -> MOEKKA BEHAVIOR !!! i miss my digitigrade legs so bad

climbing up high (i never learned how to climb things and im not physically strong enough to either... it scares me because i dont have the parts i need to climb properly but) -> dragon/cat/moekka behavior

eating fruit and meat -> moekka, dragon, leviathan, and bird behavior. i like bread and rice n.. carbs. a lot irl but its not a part of many of my kintypes' diet

being in the water in general -> leviathan and dragon kin. i dont actually know how to swim (ashamed) but i know id be so good at it if i had my big tails and dragon wings or leviathan fins to propel me. i need to be zooming . and also be resistant to salt water. i prefer pools

flyingggg -> dragon/moekka/bird (i miss flying so bad. i wanna fly i wanna be in the air and sleep on clouds and zoom right over the water)

collecting things, picking up rocks, not being afraid to handle/deal with bugs -> bird brain . some dragon and leviathan in there too (my biggest collections are plushies, pokemon cards, and keychains/pins, and my mom literally calls me outside the apartment for mantis duty. recently we've been getting praying mantises in the hallway so theres a cup and piece of paper outside that i keep there and use to pick them up and throw them out the window)

that's all i can think of for right now but you guys should totally send me asks about my kintypes .. talking about them (especially the ones that aren't real) helps me connect to them more n also i get to share stuff i made up like for leviathans and moekkas :]

[toxooz]

i'm sure you've described them before but i can't find anything on it so, could you describe the skate squad's powers if they have any?

idk if would say powers moreso just abilities BUT

Ponti with his HUGE ARMS can smash rip tear crunch squish impale ect. his bigass tail can put a hurtin too he can easily hold down a body under there, His ears can hear for miles if he really focuses, and finally his infamous death roll which is basically a gator death roll where they latch onto a limb and twirl tf outta their body

Abios eye has a bunch of phycological powers (oops) and can infiltrate the frontal lobe and get into someones head, see memories (spoiler alerttttttt 👀👀), and can manipulate feelings by controlling the brains chemical production, and probably a lot of other cool brain stuff i gotta get back on my neuroscience im rusty 😔 his eyelashes also emit pheromones that aid in all his succubs stuff but its close range

Ollie n his big brute strength ofc the fact that orcs are naturally super buff n strong but also his demon features where he does the thing similar to Gandalf when he makes the room all dark and terrifying when he's not fuckin around (it was heavily inspired by that) Ollie can make a room go cold and dark from his '''aura'' for lack of better word. His presence gives you the same chills as seeing a ghost and makes you hallucinate ect. That why when he does that ppl typically get too caught up in their body's fight or flight overdrive to be able to think clearly. I'd like to think he gives off Large Animal presence like as if u were in front of a horse or lion and that feeling is amplified when hes indoors lmfao AND he can also 'get in the head' as well like he can say some demonic shit that echoes off of the inside of the skull and can shake the very core of the soul (probably sounds like Sauron in tha head)

Kariiii has her dragon fire that's super hot and glittery so she can be a lil master of illusion if she wants. I'm thinking abt giving her gecko hands n feet so maybe she can climb on walls too if not she can still climb with her wing claws. She can lick her eyeballs and shes also got some fairy pizzaz that kinda works like a special 'aura' as well. She does have a hoarding pink things problem but she makes sure its at least presentable for the most part pfft

Remy oh bOI he doesn't have much goin for him but i think hes kinda got what Ollie's got just to a miniscule extent like he can make the room feel uneasy if he's all sulky and angsty but its only enough to mildly scare or irritate not so much 'strike fear into the hearts of men' cause hes also got that everlasting shadow over the eyes

he can climb like a monkey with his tail ( so can Abby) so ig he's rlly good at parkour

Oscar's got his slime that can be a blessing or a curse when it comes to sticky situations and in the water he's kinda a menace he is SUPER agile and uses his ears for fins when he swims. He's got a 2nd jaw in his mouth for grabbing prey and those teeth carry a nasty bite

Vinny may be soft n fluff but he's also got his lil needle claws and teeth and can be really flexible and agile as well cause son cats WILL fuck u up when theyre angry

[vibratingskull]

Thrawn Mermaid AU

Thrawn x f!Reader

You just found this isolated cove hiding a cavern some years ago and it became your hideout. 

You decided to swim a bit.

You left your clothes on the shores, swimming in your undergarments. The water is fresh and the sun is warm, you dive to see the shells and little fish fleeing before you.

You found shellfish and open them with your knife to gulp one down. You savor the salty treat. 

You find an impressively large scale in the sand. Multicolor and shiny, it is absolutely mesmerizing. Considering the size, the fish must be exceptionally large.

You continue swimming and see another one, you pick it up for your collection. A little farther away you found another one.

You break the surface to breathe and see a group of men and women running on the shore with nets and harpoons. It looks like they’re searching for something. You pay them no mind and they ignore you.

You follow the trail of shiny scales in the direction of the cavern.

It’s way darker inside but still manageable. 

One of them is soiled with reddish stains.

You break off the surface again to admire the inside of the cavern. It is completely immersed when the tide is high, but for now you have water down to your waist. 

As you observe the black damp walls you hear splashy sounds in the depth of the cavern. A fontain? Here? 

You walk through water to the back of the cavern and you froze.

Here, entangled in fishnet, fighting to free itself is what you can only refer to as a mermaid. 

You can't speak or move, in shock. But it surely sees you and it hiss in your direction. You get a glimpse of its teeth and decide you want none of that near your flesh. 

You observe it in more detail. It is more precisely a merman, and an impressive specimen at that. Muscular, blue skin, glowing, piercing red eyes that seems to devour you, with fangs and claws. He’s fixated on you like a wounded animal ready to jump at anything that come near him.

Judging by the red flowing around him, he his indeed wounded. His tail is long with translucid fins, the scales definitively come from him.

He agitates himself in the net but only entangle himself more and the red around him deepens. You notice and long slash across his chest, from his shoulder to his waist and a part of a harpoon thrusted in his flank.

“Stop that, your badly injured!” You try. He looks at you with a sound that resemble a snarls.

You hear the group coming back, and he frozes too, his eyes following their sounds. You put two and two together.

You can’t just leave him like that... Not without trying something

You take one step closer and his attention is back on you. He roars at you like a pissed off lion would, a deep guttural sound that strike fear deep down your very being.

You stop, raising your hands up in surprise and fear. You wouldn’t have bet he was capable of such sounds.

You notice his eyes are fixed on your knife in your hand.

You extend your hand to him in a appeasing manner. Maybe he’s like a cat and need to snifs you first.

You slowly approach under his furious gaze and approach your hand of his face cautiousliy

He attempts to slash at you, you back down so rapidly you fall into water.

So no cat sniffing, got it.

You circle his agitated form to gain access to his back, wich seems to piss him off even more now that your not in his field of vision anymore.

“I’m trying to help” You explain, even if he didn’t understand. 

His back his made of a deep blue skin, the scales of the tail stopping at his waist but a long fin runs from his neck to the back of his back. 

You know some dolphins like to have their belly rubbed, but strangely you don’t think you should try on this one.

You take a fistful of the net and start cutting it down.

His whole body waves furiously, almost slapping you with his tail.

“ENOUGH!” You order.

You don’t know if he understood or because he felt the pressure of the net loosen up but he stops moving. He remains still, but you can still hear a low growl coming from him and his whole body is tense, ready to jump away.

You cut through the net as quickly as you can, surveiling the movement of his clawed hands. You hear the group coming closer. Hurry!

You almost finished when he decided he was freed enough and launch himself forward at full speed, with you still entangled in the net

He rapidly swims away from the screaming group, away from the cove, away from the shore, dragging you with him.

You didn’t have time to take your breath, the salted water is inside your lungs, burning them.

You try to tear the net appart, in the confusion you lost your knife.

Hurry!

Your vision darkens and your limbs loose their strenght gradually, but it’s the fire in your lungs the most painful.

Hurr...

You open your eyes, laying on the sand of the cove. You cough out water, freeing your lungs. 

You look at the tranquil water of the sea. the water is still.

You shield your eyes with your hand, and away you can see the end of a tail disapearing into water. 

Someday after you found your knife back into the cavern, curiously posed on a rock with a shiny multicolor scale with it.

@blueninjablade3

[tothepointofinsanity]

Pre-Grief Syndrome: Pertinence-salad of Waterbaths

Or: A little mermaid gains her scales.

You could start this literature with a simple remark that blue is the colour of your eyes, and therefore the colour of your Soul, and what dyed your Soul, would, realistically, be coolly associated with your environment; that science of thriving and what society believes.

See, with this line of this-and-that, you found any commentary on such matters have always felt...prosaic, in the sense of commercials placating the consistency of blue skies and palm beaches. Your relatives once held the tips of your hair between their fingers, rubbing it like powder, and the spoken sentiment to follow had always been rather extreme - how blue your hair is, Miki-san, I'm sure your classmates envy you, right?

Recently, memories of the past seem to return in waves, and fade faster than seafoam. Your heart tickles, and at first you think you brushed your Soul Gem a little too tightly, but when your mind draws the past in poor photographs of exposure flairs obscuring faces of what-should-be relatives (family or friends? but either way, they don't seem too memorable now) in the sunset of playgrounds and you curled up besides the running stream dividing the neighborhood sector, you tilt your head to the side, a hypnic jerk between Living and Nonexistence.

(Recently, you start to forget things just a little faster, and each effort to recall even this fresh sting seems to snowball with challenge.)

You are not disturbed by this.

Try as you might, even if you clench your teeth and stand in the middle of the room with your curtains drawn, the low simmer in your body to reach out and encase what little valuable past you recollect burns passion's last, embers of a fire preserved only in the crumbling end of a cigarette. Soon, like itself, you will be discarded and crushed under a heel, completely put-out; nothing personal of the sort, of course (this you know, and this you think), but a matter of moving onto a fresh stick. You contribute in a falling ladder as another rung to be temporarily stepped on. The locomotive which steadily chugged its merry way has derailed into the sea.

Sometimes you see fish swimming in your vision, ghostly fins and tails waving in front of your face, a school of beckoning. When you sleep, your body aches under the dry blast of air conditioning, and you always fall in your dreams the same way you used to practice diving into pools at mandated swimming classes. You yearn for that which will end you, inexorably.

(Do you have any idea how much she has sacrificed to keep you happy?)

The passengers are drowning. You don't know who they are, and you can't feel much for them except for instinctive pity. Second nature had become reflex, misery and its company taking form of familiar (why are they...familiar? Why is she...familiar?) dancers pirouetting around your overcast self.

"There you are."

I'm expiring, you want to tell her, but you cannot even grace her any response. You stand there, in the rain, where your vision has narrowed into a tunnel and faces become even more blurry. Are you underwater? You certainly feel like it. Your body is lightweight - how strange a sensation, when corpses are generally heavy. You raise a hand, not of your own will, but still motorised by a turning heart, a resilient wound-up key, and you close your ears. Of course, everything feels dull and muffled even in the blade of lightning's storm. Puddles gather around your feet, and you don't need to look to know your uniform is soaked, practically a sponge for the wrath of nature.

Still, you stand, if only slightly crooked, over the box of a stray cat in the alleyway, your other hand gripping the umbrella above the animal to prevent it from getting wet.

(Your hand hurts. You don't feel it. Your last bit of good will, and there is a foul 'feeling' when you think that.)

You did it because you can. It seems that your brain is electrified by arbitrary nodes now, a ghostly remnant of something that has upstaged all logic. It reminded you, distantly, of that little newspaper article of fish moving after they're served to the table for consumption.

The cat mewls at you, but you just stare at it, unmoving.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A hand lands on your shoulder. You don't react, at first, when you don't know who this girl is, you decided, even if her eyes reminded you of warm fireplaces and a red eye bearing judgement-

You flinch, battering her hand away.

"...Stop standing under the rain, you idiot. You're going to catch a cold."

But there's water, you want to protest, blue sparkles tinkle the illusionary air, the sound of a violin's drawl in the background, where else could I possibly be?

Even your arms itch, then. You're not sure if you watch to reach out to That Girl or lay them by your side, the corpse to the coffin. Instead, you hug yourself gingerly, not in response to the humid weather, but because they burn. You want to submerge yourself into a tub. There is a tub at home. You want to go home. Rain alone is inadequate to melt the burning frost creeping up on your skin.

"Sayaka! Your hands!" That Girl reaches out, trying to tend to those luminous, rotting scales, but her touch worsens it, like flame to the wings of a moth. Your eyes flutter shut, turning away. Scales, malodorous, oily scales of blue and yellow and ink black flourish a bright, misty rainbow in raindrops.

"Tell me what's going on!"

"Water," you croak out, your voice deeper and distorted than you remembered it to be, "I need water. I want to take a bath."

(I definitely won't regret it!)

And for moment's end, That Girl just looks around. You want to smile, and the muscles of your lips twitch a smidgen in effort despite the vacancy of your eyes. You know that your body remembers something that your mind does not - a brief thought occurs to you that she thinks she can find a bucket wide enough to keep your feet within it for a while. You don't understand why she bothers, and why she bothers with such vulgar methods. A bucket of water would hardly sustain contain you.

(You needed something better. Something that feels like home (what was it that drove you to these depths as the concert undulates with grace?: the ocean.)

"Let's go," she doesn't touch you, doesn't question you, this time, opting to keep a close distance from you as you limp away (since when did your feet feel so heavy on land?), leaving the umbrella against the cat's box.

Even as you know you'll forget it eventually, that sentiment, that sound of rain, that headless flame, you focus on the comfort of slipping into a bath of water at home, surrounded by porcelain walls painted with curling waves and seagulls soaring permanently over them.

Soon there will hail grief — but just before the warned stroke of midnight, you continue to brush scales off your skin, tap water rippling seafoam with each push.

[twilightmalachite]

Kanata Shinkai - A Walk With Me

Author: Yuumasu

Characters: Kanata, Izumi, Shinobu, Kaoru, Souma, Shu

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofer: Kirin

"A tiger, a shark, and a mackerel…? Ugh, I’m getting confused de gozaru~…"

Season: Summer

Location: Staff Canteen

Kanata: Sea bass, flathead, eel~…♪ Whiting, sweetfish, marlin, tuna~…♪

Izumi: What kinda song is that? Strangely catchy…

But seriously, why are we here? How is this an OCEANS activity?

Shinobu: That would be because the Summer Fish Fair has begun here at the employee canteen!

Izumi: I’m aware. But isn’t this circle for getting in touch with sea creatures? This is completely unrelated.

Kaoru: Well, something like this once in a while can’t hurt, right? You can deepen your knowledge about seasonal fish by eating them!

Or whatever, I just tried listing some formal reasons. First of all, food tastes better when you eat together with everyone… Second of all, we can share our thoughts on it too.

Izumi: You of all people are saying this, Kao-kun? I thought being around men “grossed you out”.

Kaoru: That was uncalled for… Souma-kun, we're over here!

Souma: Sorry for making you all wait. I contemplated for a long time on which one to eat.

Kaoru: Fair enough, the menu has quite the selection, isn’t there? Now that we’re all here, let's sit down.

Izumi: Looks like the sofa seats… Are all taken. There’s empty table seats, so should I borrow some chairs from elsewhere?

Shinobu: Heheh, I thought you’d say that, so I’ve got them borrowed already…! ♪

Izumi: How thoughtful of you, such a good boy!

Huh, Shinkai? You also brought one? We have no need for it, so go and put it back.

Kanata: No, “six” is good. Because today, we have a “guest”!

Souma: Hmm? What did you pull out of your bag… A stuffed animal?

Kanata: Nice to meet you, I’m “Mister Blue-nurse Sand Tiger”. ♪

Shinobu: A blue tiger? But it looks like a shark to me, though…?

Kanata: “Blue Nurse Sand Tiger” is indeed a “shark”. It is a “mackerel” shark.

Shinobu: A tiger, a shark, and a mackerel…? Ugh, I’m getting confused de gozaru~…

Kanata: Back in the day, “sharks” used to have been called “dragons”, too. Some sharks are named that too, as a sort of “remnant”.[1]

“Mister Blue-nurse Sand Tiger” here was given to me by Chiaki.

He happened to see it while at the “game center”. He got it for me since he thought I’d like it.

Kaoru: So that’s why you’re attached to it and carrying it around with you? Moricchi’s present must mean a lot to you, huh!

Izumi: If it means so much to you, at least give it a more refined name. Naru-kun too basically named her cat, “kitty”.[2] But you wouldn’t normally give a human the name of “human”, would you?

Kanata: A more refined “name”? I wonder what would be good, hmm…?

Shinobu: Well, he’s white, shiro, so… Ah, how about “Shironosuke”?[3]

Souma: A fine name. It’s much like one for a Japanese boy.

Kanata: It is good, I like it. I am glad I was able to get you a nice “name”, “Shironosuke”.

All right. From now on, I will take you to all sorts of places with me, okay? …♪

Izumi: I don’t think that’s any different from his original name… What do you think, Kao-kun?

Kaoru: Ahaha, well if the guy likes it, then that’s good enough, right?

Location: ES Hallway

1 hour later…

Kanata: Ufufu, I’m glad everyone got to “meet” you. That means you’re part of “OCEANS” now too, “Shironosuke”.

The “weather” is good today, so let's go for a swim at the “hanging garden”.

“Plushies” can't “puka puka” though, so please watch from the side instead.

Hm? Your “pectoral fins” have gotten longer... Are you growing bigger, “Shironosuke”?

(…Oh. The seam tore, and stuffing is sticking out.)

(This is bad. I have to fix up “Shironosuke”…)

Location: Dressing Room

In the ES building's Dressing Room…

(Hmm~… I thought I could fix him from what I had learned in “home economics” class, but…)

(“Repairing “something like a “plushie” is really hard. The “seams” keep opening and even more “stuffing” falls out.)

Shu: …Oh, Kanata. It's rare to see you here.

Kanata: Shu~…

Shu: What's gotten you so sad? That cotton… A plush?

Kanata: Mhm… I tried to “stitch” him back up, but it's not turning out right…

“Shironosuke” will turn out flat at this rate… Shu, can you fix him?

Shu: Of course. Trial and error when it comes to unfamiliar things only makes things worse. You should have asked me from the start, like you did with Shachitaro.[3]

Wait right there. It won't take long to stitch him back up.

Kanata: Understood. You remember “Shachitaro”, Shu?

Shu: Well, you visiting the handicraft room was a rare occurrence… Hrm.

He's called Shironosuke, correct? So how come he's become so dirty?

Kanata: That's because I carry him around with me. He’s all white so the “dirt” ends up standing out no matter what I do.

But no need to “worry” He gets all cleaned up with the “washing machine” and “dryer” every night.

Shu: Non! Absolutely not, Kanata, it's necessary for stuffed animals to be hand-washed.

Things like this are generally cheaply-made in the first place. It is not suited to be carried around.

Kanata: Mm, but I promised him I would take him to all sorts of places… That's unfortunate.

I'm sorry, “Shironosuke”. You'll have to "stay" back in the "room" from now on.

Shu: That's what will be best for this kid. Handle him with utmost care, as you would family.

The repair has finished. Take this as a present from me. When you leave home, let him rest on this cushion.

Kanata: Uwah, thank you so much…♪ It’s handmade by Shu, you know~. Isn't this great, “Shironosuke”? ♪

We won't be able to “go out” together anymore, but I'll make sure to bring back plenty of “stories”, alright?

Stay put and be a good boy, okay, “Shironosuke”?…♪

The Japanese name for Kanata’s plush is “Shirowani”. Wani (鰐) means “dragon”, or “sea monster”. As sharks were literally a dragon-like sea monster, they were often called that. Same goes for crocodiles as well; the Japanese word for them is still wani (ワニ).

Arashi’s cat’s name is “Nyanko”, a portmanteau of “nyan” (meow) and “ko” (child). It’s basically the language equivalent of “kitty”, sort of like how Rei calls Koga “wanko”, or “puppy”.

The original text doesn’t reference the plushy’s tummy, and instead works off of the “shiro” from “Shirowani”, the japanese name. I decided to not localize the plushie’s name, since I think names are important.

Shachi (シャチ) means Orca.

[sbf-orouborus]

Clangen Heart of the Sea challenge.

So this is a little sea mer theme challenge I made for clangen and wanted to share.

Not many rules that'll dictate things mainly just flavor but feel free to use however you like!!

RULESSS/the actual challenge/theming.

So this can be played in any mode because there are very little patrol rules.

Upon creation your leader has to be someone with the unusual senses/starclan/darkforest/omen/dream ability. This will be your flavor

And you have to have one of the beach clans... duh.

So as the moons go on your star will be sensing something on the horizon (whatever that is, is up to you. ) and will end up upon their death (within 50 moons they must die) they make a deal/ anger a god/ whatever flavor you want. But the result is the same.

Now every 5 moons you'll roll (or choose based on a likelihood listed further below) on so many cats to be "blessed by the sea"

Now this has 6 stages every time a cat gets picked they move up a stage (no rerolling just moving up)

1st stage: the cat has webbed paws, itchy skin, and glowing eyes.

2nd stage: the cat starts having scales grow across their body, (I like having fun picking the color) and they have dreams of the sea.

3rd stage: fins grow from their ankles, ears, tail, and ridges form along their back. (You can now decide what kind of mer they are as well as pick a second color :3 ) as well as needing to stay damp.

4th stage: more fins much larger grow on down the spine (that's the dorsal fin!) And on the hips (either pectoral or pelvic fin) and their back legs become weak/bad at walking.

5th stage: the claudal/tail fin fully form. And are bedridden / dehydrated if they don't swim daily. + all the extra cool stuff you wanna add

6th stage: gills. They can't be on land most of the time and their back legs can barely support them on land (think seal) most of their body is covered in scale and now they glow in the dark! (Markings either reflect the pattern/glow eye color. Or do whatever you want have fun here.)

As your clan progressively becomes more fish here's how things change.

all kits born by a blessed one will be born one stage higher then their parent.

Your attitude towards patrols changes too. Now clan interactions you either avoid or agress.

All lost cats get taken by scientists.

Outsiders tend to be afraid if you.

Cold sucks. No patrols during winter. (Or summer. Whatever your theme is)

Extra rules

Your leader can't be related to the first.

Your deputy can't become leader.

The leader, deputy, head mediator, head medicine cat, and all kits of the leader start with stage 2 upon the beginning of the blessing.

Patrols become underwater themed and you become folk tale to outsiders. Aka scary sea creaturesss.

Once every cat is blessed to some degree pick a random number that's how many moons until the flood. (Or the clan fully moves to the ocean however you wanna put it.)

Once the flood happens, no patrols for one. Whole. Year. Also a random number of cats die but none that have gills can die during this.

After this your officially a mer clan! Whoohoo!! I- don't really have any more rules only enough to get you here + 1 point to help yall. so you guys gotta figure out what happens after!! Have fun!

That 1 point: once the clan is fully underwater and everyone is stage 6. The first kit born will be named Heart of the Sea. And be a bit special...

Highly susceptible to being blessed.

Connection to starclan/darkforest. Clairvoyant, dream walker, omen, lonesome, insecure, compassionate, loyal, righteous, adventurous, strange, faithful, and nervous.

Highly resistant to being blessed

Childish, bold, calm, cunning, responsible, wise, thoughtful, strict, keen eye, insight, and mediator.

(Rest are neutral)

have fun everyone!!

[gureiify]

Princess Sakuya passed away last night.

I want to talk about her some, so this might get long. <3

She was a koi style female betta fish I got from a petsmart in late 2018. White red and black in color with short fins. She had original tankmates of 2 glass catfish and three hatchet fish. I did a lot of research and decided on a female betta because they are calmer and less likely to abuse tankmates.

She was always friendly and curious and mostly left her tankmates alone. Though she starts out three colors the white in her scales turns to red and black over time, although she also gains an electric blue shimmer to some scales that reminds me of that storybook the rainbow fish.

My very favorite thing about her was her 'cuddliness' Because she was so curious she always swam toward things coming into her tank, not away, and I was always afraid that during water changes she'd get knocked around by the water and get injured. So I started sticking my hand in to block her to one side, to my suprise she swam right over and sat in my curled hand. I'd never had a fish that was like 'ok! hold me!' That became what we did every time there was a water change.

In late 2020 we decided to move from FL to WA. Usually a significant move necessitates rehoming fish, and that was originally the plan, but the closer move date got the less I wanted to separate. So I decided to take the risk and take the fish with us. Into a bucket goes the Princess, 3 hatchet fish and the remaining glass cat. 7 days and over 3000 miles later we arrive in WA, only the glass cat didn't make it.

The new tank is a 40Gallon tall, and it's a wonderful amount of room for 4 fish. The hatchet fish all eventually pass and it's just her left in that big tank.

In late 2022 she becomes ill and starts struggling to swim to the surface of that huge tank to breathe the air as betta need. So she moves into a 10gal tabletop tank on the bay window for treatment. She ends up recovering, but with her favorite plants and leaf hammock and the windows sunshine she is happy so she doesn't move back to the big tank.

In april 2024 she gets ill again, and after treatment recovers physically, but her personality has changed, she's listless and fearful, laying near the surface and seeming to panic whenever food or new water goes into the tank. Last friday I moved her into a hospital bowl for a last effort treatment, knowing it was likely end of life and not sickness. She was 6 years old.

Sunday I knew in my heart that she would be gone soon. So I put my hand in the tank to say goodbye and after a moment of panic she calmed and swam over into my hand. I got to hold her a last time. Monday night when I went to check on her she had passed. She'll be buried under the cherry tree with her favorite leaf hammock.

Many people think of fish as disposable pets, and betta especially. They're sold in little cups with incorrect care instructions. In truth they're amazing little companions who are worth the time and effort to really care for them.

I'm glad I got to spend 6 years with Princess Sakuya and I'll miss her dearly.

Thank you for spending the time to hear her story.

[uchidachi]

I don’t know if it’s my recommended posts or what but I’m seeing a lot of cute cats (& dogs!) who love water lately and while swimming cats are adorable, I am begging you to please follow these safety rules:

In the bath, the water should not go past your pet’s belly! They should be wading in the water, not swimming. Even an animal that really enjoys the water can easily accidentally put their nose below the water line, and aspirate water.

If you take your cat or dog boating or swimming, they should have a life jacket at all times! There are the rare cats that do enjoy water activities, and many dogs do, but that does not mean they know their limits, and a tired pet can quickly become a drowned pet. Also even a slight current is a big deal for a small swimmer. Also the life jackets are so cuuute omg, there’s one with a shark fin even!

[steam-beasts]

I always wonder? What happens if you put a engine from another country In to sodor? Does the infection spread to them like the plague or something? I mean this world I'd very strange. Also I imagine morterbike having a deer body

Nia actually exists in the au, and since she's all the way from Kenya, her monster body is a mix between a cougar and a jaguar. British locomotive bodies are a mix between a cat and a wolf's.

As for how the infection would work on a non-sudrain engine, the monster engines are in a way, like zombies. So if they see a non-infected engine, they'll instantly be triggered into a wild, mindless state and bite the engine or ram into it.

For other vehicles like Bertie or Harold, buses will gain stubby little hamster legs and a little bob-tail, becoming hamster-buses. Helicopters and planes like Harold and Jeremy will gain more avian features like feathers. Jeremy, as a jetplane would have his landing gear replaced with talons for snatching up whales. Aviation vehicles would be considered a type of large bird.

Cranes like Cranky and Carly (and Big Mickey) have fish-like features, like large fins going down their support beams and on their heads. So now, if Cranky ever thought things were too much to handle, he could just jump off the docks and swim away...he's a giga fish. A Cranefish...

[baahsu]

SIGH ITS ME LOCAL VSCEST WHORE BACK AGAIN. neways my minds fr like a fishbowl rn bc my one braincell keeps swimming back n forth btwn thinking about "yoniji dog and cat dynamic" and "super possessive of his all his siblings ichiji" but since you urself made the "craving manhandling yoniji" post ill give you my silly strange little thoughts on that one first. but know that possessive ichiji is also coming sometime soon bc he makes me crazy lmao

SO as we all know, yonji is very much puppy coded, but what we DONT know/talk enough about is how cat coded niji is. like i'm confident that mf would start purring if you pet his head n carded your fingers thru his hair

so cat and dog dynamic, already great, but now it's YONIJI where the puppy is like a head taller than the cat and the puppy loves the cat very much and wants to carry the cat around like a fancy handbag and wants to make the cat see stars (in more ways then one ;]) and this whole time the cat is like "🤬😡😾🙄" bc like. yeah niji feels the same way but GOD yonji you are a literal '''''emotionless''''' prince AND soldier please stfu you are embarrassing him 😭😭

yonjis the one who'll pull any of his siblings into his lap whenever he wants to, even in front of soldiers/staff bc A. hes physically affectionate and B. he just. can. lol (what are 0123 gonna do?? physically overpower him when theyre LITERALLY in his lap??? maybe sanji could if he was desperate but thats abt it fagagfaaghwf and if any soldier/staff member made a comment abt it they'd just fuckin die lol)

AND yonji likes doing this to niji the most bc the others just dgaf about it (ichiji doesnt mind- a chair is a chair- this one just happens to want its hands wrapped around his waist, reiju finds it cute and endearing, and sanji might've been tense about it at first but after a while he just melted into it bc ZAMN hes touch starved) but niji VERY MUCH gives a fuck about it. he gets sooo flustered and red in the face- twisting in yonjis lap and banging his fists against yonjis head n chest and shrieking "let me go you fucking ape!" in a voice an octave higher than usual. yonji is simply sitting there like "😊😊😊" bc his ass is NOT listening. hes prolly lost in his head thinking about how hard hes gonna be fucking niji within the next 3 minutes if he doesnt stop that damn squirming.

ALSO fitting cat and dog dynamic methinks- yonji bites. affectionately. like ofc he does hickeys and claim marks but sometimes he'll just go up to niji or any of 0123 and (lightly, gently) bite them somewhere on their arm or shoulder or finger to be affectionate. (is this me projecting?? maybee <3<3) niji, resident cat who finds biting as a challenge, does NOT fucking get it and goes "??!?!? motherfucker WHAT?!?!" everytime it happens. 013 understand that its meant to b affectionate but instead of telling niji this they simply watch this interaction go down whenever it happens bc its Really Fucking Funny

and to end it out, obviously yoniji fuck like animals in heat, too. yonji with the doggy style and deep growls in nijis ear and the (strong, heavy) bites that draw blood all along his neck and thighs. and niji with nails that leave scratches all along yonjis skin and whos back can arch better than any cats and who sure as hell ACTS like a cat by constantly whining and complaining the whole time during sex abt yonji smothering him with affection but the second yonji sighs n eases up on em niji immediately goes "!! what the Fuck do you love me or not??!?!". yonji quickly realizes that sometimes the best thing to do is just shove some fingers in his mouth to get him to stfu :)))

OKAY and fin lol. they are so silly yet hot together. goofy whores, even. they make each other better AND worse. i love them.

-J.J c(:

No no no but this is so good?? So accurate?? Even the little details?? Ichiji doesn't mind yonji putting him on his lap because it's just another seat to him?? Yonji's ready to murder someone if they say shit about what he's doing?? Everyone's amused at how much of a dumbass niji is?? I LOVE IT ALL

Cat and dog dynamic just fits so perfectly for yoniji it's crazy!!

Yonji is that mix of being a huge dog that doesn't realize it grew too much and of being a huge dog that's pretty much aware it grew and it's making the most out of it. He's constantly craving physical affection, you can see it in his eyes and in his figurative tail that's constantly wagging as he trails behind his siblings, the catch is that if they ignore him he can just manhandle them all, toss them over his shoulders and plop them on his lap when he gets to a couch

Then there's niji, only outwardly accepting physical affection on his own terms, but making a scene if he gets ignored for too long. He's always threading that line of "I hate you, leave me alone" and "I hate you slightly less today, come cuddle me"

So when you put them together it's just hilarity overload. Niji has no chance against yonji, he can't fight him, can't overpower him, he can't barely even move when yonji got his arms around him (even worse when yonji gets his whole body on top of him). But it's obvious to everyone niji secretly loves it, he feels yonji's weight and warmth and the way he mercilessly pounds into him and he just purrs and whines uncontrollably

I also think ichiji's kinda like a cat too, except he's the type that just sits there on his own, judging everyone and just takes it if someone decides to do something to him. And by someone I mean yonji and reiju, if it's niji or sanji his other side comes out and he'd much rather tease them for being needy