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Cannibals [Chapter 9: Blue Jays and Red-Tailed Hawks]

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Series summary: You are his sister, his lover, his betrothed despite everyone else’s protests; you have always belonged to Aemond and believe you always will. But on the night he returns from Storm’s End with horrifying news, the trajectories of your lives are irrevocably changed. Will the war of succession make your bond permanent, or destroy the twisted and fanatical love you share?

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He reaches for his game piece, the shadowcat, although it isn’t purple but only a plain, crudely-carved chunk of oak wood, a makeshift imitation of its twin back in the Red Keep, assuming that Rhaenyra hasn’t stumbled upon and destroyed it. Daeron has sculpted the beast himself; he used a dagger that Aemond gave him as a gift before he was sent away to Oldtown, its hilt embellished with dark blue stones the color of Tessarion’s scales. He has made dice and a board too, and the other four pieces, homely little animals, proxies of his long-lost siblings. Daeron wonders if they miss him as much as he has always missed them. None of them ever said that in their letters, not in words so explicit. Aegon never really wrote at all; instead, he would scrawl barely-legible postscripts at the bottom of other people’s letters: Don’t drink too much, Learn some High Valyrian, Try not to get anyone pregnant.

“I am always the shadowcat,” Daeron explains, grinning. He shows the talisman to his companions, four soldiers fighting in the Hightower army, his closest friends. Then he places it at the starting line he has etched into the board.

“Why do you get the best one?” says Anthony of House Ambrose.

Daeron blinks. This has never occurred to him before. “Is the shadowcat the best piece?”

“Obviously.”

“I don’t know,” teases Josiah of House Roxton of the Ring, scratching his beard. “That butterfly is mighty fearsome.”

Now they’re all laughing. “Then you shall have the butterfly,” Daeron proclaims, handing it to Josiah. “That was my gentle sister Helaena’s piece. And you will never be as good as her, not if you pray to the Seven for a thousand years.”

“No,” Josiah agrees somberly, bowing his head in the firelight. It is just after dusk, and even here in the south, even within the cloth walls of the tent, the metallic chill of winter is creeping into every room like a vermin, like a spider or a rat.

“And Anthony, because you are clever yet envious and ever-grasping, I bequeath you Aemond’s wolf.” Daeron drops it into his open, calloused palm.

“I hope he doesn’t come looking for it,” Anthony chuckles. “I’m quite skilled with the sword, but I would be loath to meet the prince in combat.”

“I don’t want the worm,” slurs Oliver of House Fossoway of Cider Hall. Oli is quite drunk.

“It’s a snake, you idiot,” Josiah says.

“And it’s yours, Oli.” Daeron gives the tiny wooden snake to him. Oli accepts it reluctantly. “The snake was Aegon’s piece.”

“Long live the king!” Oli bellows with sudden fervor, and raises his cup of ale. Everyone toasts to the king’s health.

“Wherever he may be,” Daeron says before draining his cup and sweeping his silver hair out of his eyes, blue like a Targaryen’s, large and expressive like Mother’s. He feels that Aegon is still alive somewhere. He believes that if his eldest brother was dead, he would know it in his bones; there would be invisible, unbearable wounds like the ones that opened up when Helaena and Dreamfyre fell from the sky, days before Daeron received a raven carrying the news.

“What about my game piece?” asks Laurence of House Redwyne of the Arbor. He is a bowman and a healer as well, adept at herbal remedies and stitching. He would have preferred to be a maester or a septon, but as his parents’ only son he was compelled to endure the life of a lord. A squire arrives, refills all the cups with ale, departs with a swift bow.

“You are a Redwyne, and so you shall have Red’s bat,” Daeron says, entrusting the inanimate beast to Laurence. They know who he is talking about; they have heard more fireside stories of Daeron’s siblings than they could count. “And you are nothing like her. You are pious and poised, and you have never made your parents blush with shame. My Mother would have loved to have you for a son.”

“I’ll take your place,” Laurence says mildly, smiling. “You can be my parents’ dashing warrior, and I can accompany Queen Alicent when she prays in the sept.”

Daeron rolls first. He reads the dice and moves his shadowcat forward seven spaces. His brow knits together with determination. “I’m not leaving my mother there.”

“What? In the city?” Anthony asks, startled but not opposed. He is not one to shy away from battle. He believes that is where men find glory, where they ascend from mortals to something more, legends, heroes, gods.

Josiah snickers. “Not going to wait for Prince Aemond’s permission, huh?”

“The people of King’s Landing are in rebellion,” Daeron says, firelight flickering on his face. “Rhaenyra is desperate, and she is grieving Jace’s death, and she has my mother, Jaehaera, and Maelor in her grasp. What if Rhaenyra flees the city on Syrax and evades punishment for her treason? What if she executes my family, or if they are killed somehow when mobs overrun the Red Keep? I will not wait idly. Tessarion and I will recapture King’s Landing for the Greens.”

Oli raises his cup of ale again. “And we will fight with you!”

All five men toast, drink deeply, resume the game. Daeron wins; he has always been lucky.

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You stumble upstairs together, you supporting Aegon’s weight as best you can, tripping on the stone steps as lightning flashes outside the windows. Rain pours in sheets, wind howls through the cracked walls of the castle, and for a moment you think you are back at Heart’s Home, and that at the top of the tower you will find Luca waiting for you, safe and without pain and grinning his toothless little smile at you over Jace’s shoulder. Then—through the wine, through the torchlight and the thunder—you remember, and you feel the loss of them all over again, and when your knees buckle on the staircase Aegon drags you to your feet. You can sense that Alys Rivers is following you both, sweeping near-silently in her mossy green gown, peering fixedly with those strange silvery eyes like mirrors, haunting doorways and corridors. When you look back you catch glimpses of her, deformed shadows with long white fingers like the skeleton of a bat.

“I’m not a man anymore,” Aegon is blubbering as he collapses into his bed. His half-unbuttoned shirt is damp with spilled cider; tears gleam on his disfigured face.

“Shh, yes you are,” you soothe, lying down beside him. You rest a palm on his chest, gnarled grotesque scar tissue the color of a flayed man. Hazily, you think of the Bolton soldiers who must have marched south with Cregan Stark, and you wonder if when they sharpen their knives they are thinking of Aegon, or Daeron, or Aemond, or Mother, or maybe even you.

“I used to be,” Aegon sobs. “Now I’m just a useless, mutilated, flaccid freak.”

You burrow into him, drunk and drowsy. “Whatever you are, I’m glad you’re still alive.”

Aegon slings a scarred arm over your shoulder. Your ribs throb, your skull aches. “I used to love whoring,” he says miserably.

“The sport is not lost to you entirely. A working cock is not required to satisfy a woman.”

He laughs. “No, I suppose you’re right.”

“Perhaps you will recover. Perhaps you will find new ways to experience pleasure.”

“Perhaps,” Aegon agrees in a soft murmur, and then he dozes off.

And as the room spirals around you and thunder booms outside, you are carried back to other times and places, fleeting visions like the windows you once peered through into Aemond’s mind. You are a child being shoved into a wooden trunk and entombed there. You are tapping your little red bat around the game board. You are under the arbor grown over with roses and thorns, sunlight bleeding through the leaves in golden trickles. You are watching blue jays flit through a blue sky and bathe in the water of the fountains. You are playing with Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and Maelor, building fortresses of stones and sticks, collecting seashells with them on the beach. You are catching your bats when they soar in through the open window to land in your palms. You are watching Aemond ride back from hunting with one of his red-tailed hawks still perched on his glove. You are feeling your mattress shift beneath his weight, his hand on your thigh, his teeth on your neck; you hear a reverent whisper of High Valyrian. And then you hear the blistering shrieks of all the people he has killed, and you are reminded of Mother’s words about what you once shared with him: It’s strange, and violent, and obsessive and profane and…and…unnatural.

Was she right? She must have been. All it has led to is suffering.

If I had never loved Aemond, Luca and Jace would still be alive. If I had married some ordinary nobleman like Mother and Grandsire always wanted—his bloodline an inheritance from the Andals or the First Men, not the treacherous smoldering embers of Old Valyria—my children would be safe, and Helaena never would have tried to escape King’s Landing, and Aemond would have wed a Baratheon girl and perhaps accepted Lord Borros’ offer of dinner and rest that night in Storm’s End, and maybe Luke wouldn’t have been killed over Shipbreaker Bay, and there is a chance the war would never have happened at all.

But you didn’t listen to Mother and Grandsire, because you have never been tame, gentle, dutiful, ladylike. Jace saw this clearly; you were hungry.

You don’t fall sleep until dawn, and when you wake it is night again. The maids bring food, bread and butter and stew thick with fish and crab, but neither you or Aegon want it. You are marooned here together, not useful like Aemond or Daeron, not holy like Helaena, and the only remedy is cider that flows like molten gold, heat that burns in your throat like the fire of a dragon.

Now there is bleak grey midday light streaming in through the windows, and Aegon is screaming downstairs. You sit up, startled and bleary-eyed, your tangled silver hair strewn carelessly all around you. Alys is standing beside the bed. You yelp in alarm when you see her.

“A raven has arrived,” Alys says tonelessly. She has a red ribbon laced through her moon-white fingers and is toying with it.

“What? Why are you in here…?”

“I think it’s bad news.” Then she floats to the doorway and turns back to make sure you’re following, her hand with the ribbon resting on her rounded belly.

At the bottom of the staircase, Aegon is writhing on the stone floor, a piece of parchment—doubtlessly sent by one of his loyalists on the mainland, one of the very few who know where he is now, perhaps somebody at Rook’s Rest or Crackclaw Point—crumpled in his fist. Several maids are trying futilely to comfort him. You take the letter from Aegon so you can read it.

What is written there in black ink is a tale of triumph and ruin. Under the cover of darkness the Hightower army marched on King’s Landing, and the smallfolk rose up to join them when the soldiers breached the city walls, and the capital has been retaken by the Greens and Mother freed from her cell. Ulf the White was found drunk and senseless, and promptly murdered. Silverwing fled from the Dragonpit in the midst of the chaos. Daeron and Tessarion flew directly to the Red Keep and attacked Syrax where she had been kept in the courtyard, killing the dragon and thus destroying Rhaenyra’s chance to escape. The woman the Blacks call queen was captured and imprisoned, and the men of her council executed; but not before her bowmen shot Daeron through the chest and throat and he tumbled from the saddle and died alone, bleeding to death within the castle walls he once called home. Tessarion screeched in grief and would not leave his body, incinerating the archers when they dared to shoot at her next.

It’s in your pounding skull, a memory that fills your vision, harsh and luminous like lightning: Daeron as a child moving his little purple shadowcat around the board, how the rest of you packed up the game and never played again after he was sent to Oldtown.

“He was supposed to wait for Aemond,” Aegon is sobbing. “He wasn’t supposed to try to retake the city alone, he knew that, he was just a kid…”

You see Daeron falling from the sky, riddled with arrows and stained red with blood. You see Helaena and Dreamfyre plummeting down towards the beach where you once played with her children. And then you see Aemond plunging into the Gods Eye and being swallowed up by cold dark currents, sinking to the floor of the lake, dissolving into silt, disappearing from history.

I love him, you realize, an abrupt and agonizing laceration down to the bone. I might hate him, but I love him too. And hasn’t it always been that way?

You feel the heat of blood drawn on your cheek, taste the iron and copper of it on Aemond’s lips. Your skull aches, always on the left side.

“Why are we the ones still alive?!” Aegon wails at you. “You and me and Aemond were the monsters. But Helaena and Daeron, they were good, they were pure, they deserved to be here when the war is over!”

“It’s not over yet,” Alys says ominously.

“Go away, witch,” Aegon moans, covering his face with his hands. “Go away, go away, go away…”

Outside where soft rain is falling—you can see droplets on the windows and endless opaque fog—you hear the distant snarl of a dragon. And you have the overwhelming sensation that you are being called to.

Above the Gods Eye, the red and the blue, Alys had said. Aemond was blue…but who was red? Caraxes, Daemon, me?

The dragon growls again, not Sunfyre or Grey Ghost or Vermithor the Bronze Fury but the Cannibal, never ridden, never tamed, always hungry. Alys Rivers is holding something out to you. It is the red ribbon.

“He flies to his death,” she says levelly. “Unless you are there to catch him.”

Luca and Jace are gone. Helaena and Daeron are gone. Jaehaerys and Grandsire are gone. But I don’t have to lose Aemond too.

You take the ribbon and swiftly weave your hair into an untidy braid, then tie it off at the end with the strip of red. It is the first color besides black you have worn since you left Heart’s Home. Then you pad towards the castle entranceway in your bare feet.

Aegon is sniffling as the maids try to console him. He peers up at you from where he is still collapsed on the floor, a heap of marred skin and weak bones. “Where are you going?”

In answer, the Cannibal roars outside, immense and gravelly and malevolent.

Aegon says again, frantic now: “Red, where are you going?”

“To claim a dragon.”

“You can’t,” he says, stunned, petrified. “They all refused you.”

“I’m a different person now.”

“No!” he shouts as you turn to leave, lunging and wrapping his arms around your legs, trying to keep you here. “Please don’t go. Please stay. I don’t want to lose you too.”

Tenderly, you touch his tangled locks of silver hair, his mutilated cheek, his slumped shoulder. “If I don’t go, you might lose all of us.”

“It’s suicide. The Cannibal can’t be ridden.”

“But I know what he craves,” you say, and from across the room Alys smiles at you, her pale eyes glinting and her hands stroking the small globe of her belly. “And I want the same thing.”

You pull away from Aegon and escape into the mist, the rain, the cold wind and sea spray that burns in your lungs. He hobbles after you with his walking stick, pleading for you to stop, but he is too slow to catch up. Behind Aegon, Alys trails at a distance, meandering over the rocks. The magma trapped beneath the surface of the island flows like scorching blood through the arteries of the earth; the heat radiates up through the soles of your feet. The marrow glows hot and red in your bones.

You follow the Cannibal’s grunts and snarls and find him down by the water, a shore of jagged volcanic rocks and no sand, volcanic glass, fury hardened and cooled. But yours is still fresh. The Cannibal is feasting on the corpse of Grey Ghost. Gore hangs in crimson shreds from his craggy teeth; he has too many of them, they grow in rows like a shark’s. Frothing seawater laps at his claws. He raises his massive head—black scales and barbed spines, mindless primordial eyes green and luminous—and growls, steam rising from his flaring nostrils.

Fear strikes you, sharp and sudden. Your hands and knees are trembling.

“Let’s go back to the castle!” Aegon yells over the sounds of the sea and the gales of wind.

But you can’t stop now. The Cannibal called and you answered. And here, nineteen years late, you will have the dragon you were denied from birth.

You speak in High Valyrian as the wind gusts and rakes, your black mourning gown billowing, strands of silver hair ripped from your braid. “You hate your kind,” you say to the Cannibal, showing him the empty palms of your hand as you approach, cutting your bare feet on the rocks; and he watches you, eyes blazing, fangs revealed. “And I do too. I hate Rhaenyra for ordering the deaths of Helaena and Daeron and Grandsire. I hate Daemon for sending assassins into my home to murder Jaehaerys. I hate Aemond for killing Luca and Jace. And I hate myself for not being able to stop any of it.”

The Cannibal roars and his jaws open wide, revealing a gaping blood-red throat. From deep within him, lethal flames are building.

“I told you!” Aegon is shouting. “He can’t be tamed, get away from him! Red, come back, please don’t die, please!”

“I was weak!” you scream at the Cannibal in High Valyrian, stumbling over the rocks as you move closer. You bare your teeth at him like you did to Jace the night Rhaenyra took King’s Landing. “I was useless without you. I tried to forget my inheritance as a Targaryen, but it found me. It found me in the Vale, it found me as my son died in my arms. I cannot be gentle and toothless. I can only be the blood of the dragon.”

The Cannibal snaps his jaws shut and stills, his green eyes alight and fixed on you. Aegon and Alys say nothing; perhaps they are afraid to break the spell. You reach out and press your hand to the Cannibal’s muzzle; it comes away covered with Grey Ghost’s blood. You drag your tongue up the length of your palm and drink it. Dragon blood tastes like metal and smoke and the verdant rot of a swamp. The Cannibal growls from low in his enormous chest, but now his radiant eyes are curious.

“Help me kill Daemon and Caraxes,” you say as the wind howls and raindrops run in rivulets down your face. You place both hands on the Cannibal’s bloodied muzzle now. “You’ll kill your kind and I’ll kill mine. Together we will consume them. And I swear to you, my hatred burns every bit as hot as yours.”

You show the Cannibal, picturing it in your mind and knowing he can see: Aemond confessing that he murdered Luke, blood spurting when Jaehaerys was decapitated, Helaena and Dreamfyre crashing down to the beach outside the Red Keep, Jace lying dead in a crumbling stairwell, Luca’s blanket spotted with scarlet and his cries going silent, Daeron pierced with arrows, Aemond disintegrating in the depths of the Gods Eye if you cannot save him.

“I have all this hatred and no way to satisfy it. Let’s fly. Let’s devour.”

The Cannibal wears no saddle and never has. He is wild, and even now you will never own him. What you share will aways be a fight, a push and a pull like the tides, brutal and beloved, but isn’t that how you like it? You move to his side, wading in the shallow water on the shoreline, and hook your fingers around the spines that jut out of his thorax like thorns. His scales gleam like obsidian; he snorts tendrils of searing steam. He does nothing to help you, not stooping lower to the ground, not nudging you along with his snout as you’ve seen Sunfyre do for Aegon. The Cannibal only looks to Grey Ghost’s tattered corpse and takes another bite, crushing the ribcage between his jaws, ropes of gristle and deflated pink lungs gulped down.

Faintly, you hear Aegon say as he whirls to Alys: “Seven hells, I think it’s working.”

You heave yourself upwards and climb until you reach the Cannibal’s knobby spine, and nothing hurts, not your head or your ribs or the cuts on your feet or the scar that begins at your collarbone. As you are still searching for good spots to grab onto so you don’t slide off, crawling over the terrain of his back like stones, the Cannibal jolts forward and you scream when you nearly tumble head-first off of him and into the ocean. You grapple for purchase, eventually finding several large spines near his shoulder blades. You grip these thornlike appendages—your hands are too small to close around them completely—and now the Cannibal is diving into the Narrow Sea.

Aegon shouts something you can’t decipher, and then you are underwater and the world outside is muted. The ocean is ice cold and thrashing violently with the force of the Cannibal’s movement, and you hold on with your eyes squeezed shut, the currents wrenching you roughly, waiting for the dragon to resurface. But the Cannibal plunges deeper and pressure builds in your ears until it feels like they will rupture open and hemorrhage.

Is he trying to drown me??

You consider releasing his spines and paddling blindly for open air, but that would be a surrender. You would be unworthy. You would have no dragon. And the Cannibal would devour you like he did Grey Ghost.

You think in High Valyrian as loudly as you can: I will die here before I let go. I am not afraid of the afterlife. Half of my family is there already. Jace is rocking Luca in his arms, Helaena is placing ladybugs in his tiny wrinkled palms, Daeron is telling him that I’ll be home soon.

And then the Cannibal ascends, and through your eyelids you can tell there is light again, and he bursts through the surf and onto a rocky beach. He scrabbles over the ground, you lurching and blinking seawater from your eyes. The Cannibal’s black wings, ragged from battling other monsters, open like the wings of a raven or a bat. You peer down and the island is growing smaller and the wind is forceful, the ocean rippling under the gusts from the Cannibal’s wings.

You look over your shoulder, and for only a moment you glimpse Aegon standing on the shore and cheering, waving, whistling, and Alys watching with a smile. Then the Cannibal banks and carries you higher into the grey clouds. The air is frigid, and you can’t see anything through the fog, but you are grinning as the wind stings on your teeth. At last, you know what it is like to fly. Dreamfyre bonded to the gentle, Vermithor to the powerful and ambitious, but you were made for a different sort of beast. Your dragon is hateful. Your dragon is hungry.

The Cannibal circles back to Dragonstone, breaks through the sightless mist like a blade through flesh, and lands beside Aegon and Alys and snarls at them, gnashing his gore-stained fangs. Steam blasts from his nostrils and blows through their hair. Alys shrinks away from him, her hands cradling her belly protectively.

Aegon is laughing hysterically. “What now?” he says, marveling at the Cannibal, awed and horrified in equal measure. “All these years you thought there was something wrong with you. Thank the gods your egg never hatched.”

“Aemond is meeting Daemon in battle above the Gods Eye. That’s where I’m going.”

“Do you even know how to get there?!”

“It’s west of here. That’s a start.” But you see a mirage through the Cannibal’s ancient green eyes: a time years ago, decades, centuries, when he flew over the Riverlands and felt the foreign magic of the Old Gods, natural adversaries to Valyrians. He flew away from them then. He can find his way back now.

In High Valyrian, you think: Take me there and we will kill our own.

Yes, an ancient voice rumbles in your skull, wrathful black bottomless gluttony. Yes, yes.

~~~~~~~~~~

It gleams like a sapphire in the face of the earth, the Gods Eye as you descend through dense clouds that taste like metal when you breathe the winter sky into your lungs. You have flown through the night, and you both would be exhausted if not fueled by hatred the way wood feeds a fire.

The Cannibal shows you things through his archaic reptilian eyes—the Targaryens arriving on the doorstep of his lair after heeding Daenys the Dreamer’s vision of the Doom of Valyria, Aegon’s Conquest and Visenya’s scheming, Maegor the Cruel’s ashes being interred on the island where he was raised, the Old King Jaehaerys fleeing with Alysanne to Dragonstone so they could marry against the wishes of his advisors, Rhaenyra and Daemon’s wedding and happiness there before the war began, dragons coming and going, storms and eruptions and shipwrecks, claws and fangs and raw meat—and so you learn what it means to be a dragon. You show him your comparatively few memories in return, your momentary existence, and he begins to understand you too.

The dark skeletal remnants of Harrenhal, promised to Alys and the son she shares with Aemond, appear as the Cannibal flies lower. On the fields by the lakeshore, armies are clashing in battle; you see the banners of House Stark, House Lannister, and the dual factions of House Targaryen. High above the murky blue water, Vhagar and Caraxes are twisted in lethal combat, flames pouring from their jaws, claws scraping away scales.

Aemond, you think, and you wonder if he has already felt that you’re here.

The Cannibal glides with his vast, frayed wings over the Green soldiers, and you spot Criston among them, astride a galloping white horse and wielding a sword. He stares up as the Cannibal’s shadow falls over him, and he sees what you have brought with you, and he is so staggered he cannot look away. Men are pointing and shouting. The Northmen are pulling up their horses, their infantry bolting for the trees. In front of you are thousands of enemy combatants, anonymous and swarming like ants.

“Dracarys,” you whisper, and the Cannibal opens his jaws and spills a river of fire down on the Northman. Their banners burn, their horses scream and scatter, their men are cooked in their armor and stumble towards the water to extinguish themselves. You feel the Cannibal’s malevolent satisfaction. He feels your hatred turning lighter, anemic, easier to carry.

He swoops up into the sky where Vhagar and Caraxes are intertwined. Vhagar has the Blood Wyrm’s long, serpentine neck clenched between her fangs, but Caraxes is not dead yet; he has clawed through the scales of Vhagar’s belly and opened her, unspooled her, disemboweled her. Vhagar’s intestines cascade from her abdomen and tangle around her kicking feet. She is bleeding to death. She will fall soon.

Daemon knows there is no escape. He has Dark Sister in his fist and is preparing to jump from his saddle and deliver the deathblow to Aemond. You remember Daemon stalking you around the courtyard of the Red Keep with the same sword, twirling it in his hands and fantasizing about slitting your throat. The Cannibal understands this as if it is his own memory and unleashes crimson flames upon Caraxes. In his final seconds, Daemon turns and sees you, and the last thing he feels is not triumph but shock and heat and excruciating, incinerating pain, a fire that burns ruinously clean, leaving not even the bones.

Vhagar is dying. She releases Caraxes and the smoldering, broken dragon tumbles resistlessly into the lake. Aemond is calling your name. The Cannibal soars towards them, almost close enough now. Vhagar goes limp as she exsanguinates, her wings stop flapping, her colossal body spirals down towards the Gods Eye. Aemond unfastens his chains and leaps from the saddle. It is his only chance; if he hits the water with Vhagar, he will be knocked unconscious and drown, sink, vanish. His long hair is a ribbon of silver. His hands grasp for you and the Cannibal, catching nothing but empty air.

You reach for him as he falls and the wind rushes through your fingers, grey as steel and cold like the descending winter.

~~~~~~~~~~

A year ago, twilight in the garden of the Red Keep, the fountain trickling lazily as you perch on the edge with Blue Jay clinging to your forearm. High above, silver glints of constellations are burning through the indigo sky. On the ground, you kick pebbles around aimlessly with your bare feet. You avoid his gaze because you’re trying to pretend you’re teasing; you don’t want him to see how upset you are. “They’re going to make you marry a Baratheon girl.”

“No they aren’t.”

“Yes, Aemond, they are. I understand that. You don’t have to lie to me.”

“They’re going to try,” he purrs into your ear as he sits down beside you, petting Blue Jay with one lithe hand. “But I won’t do it. If Borros Baratheon needs a marriage to seal his alliance, then Daeron can wed his youngest daughter. I’ve already written to Daeron, and he agreed. He was willing, in fact. If it means he would be coming home to King’s Landing at last.”

“Lord Baratheon will want you,” you insist. “You are older. You are closer to the throne.”

“I’m very close to it,” Aemond agrees, kissing the apple of your cheek and then biting you there, the sharpness of his teeth, the pink warmth of bloodrush. Blue Jay swoops off into the dusk to devour the wheeling white specks of moths and lacewings.

“He will try to tempt you, he will offer you a beautiful bride.”

“Oh, yes, she will be beautiful,” Aemond murmurs, and when you strike at his chest he catches your wrists and yanks you in closer. “And she will be meek, and compliant, and ladylike in every way, and if she was mine she would lie down and spread her legs for me whenever I asked, because that is what is required of a dutiful wife. She will be devout…and decorous…and sinless…”

“Then marry her instead,” you hiss as you battle with him, fighting to get away, not wanting to win. Aemond drags you off the ledge of the fountain and into the cool shallow water. You splash as you struggle, your fingernails raking against his throat and the blind side of his face where he can’t see to defend himself, your long silver braid heavy and sodden, your blood-colored velvet gown drenched and clinging to you like muscles to bones.

“But the Baratheon girl wouldn’t be like me,” Aemond says, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him, and while his hands are rough his voice is soft, almost like a whisper, almost like the prayers that Mother sighs in the sept, pleading for the gods to tame her children. The thrashing water goes still. Your heartbeat is slowing. You gaze into the crystalline blue of his eye and are trapped there like a sailor sinking to the bottom of the sea. “And she wouldn’t be like you either.”

You grin—relief, triumph, hunger—and Aemond kisses you, not like how a lord kisses a lady but how animals devour each other, fierce and biting, insatiable, unashamed.

Aemond says as he kneels in the water of the fountain, bats you named after him flapping overhead in a darkening sky: “I have to leave for Storm’s End at dawn. I won’t be gone long, I won’t sleep there even if I’m invited too. Wait up for me tomorrow night.”

“No,” you answer, taunting him; but you will.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x you #aemond x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #hotd fic #hotd fanfic

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herpsandbirds · 6 days ago

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I'd like to request color morphs/regional morphs, such as the Krider red-tailed hawk or the San-Francisco garter snake!

I've got a few of those for you...

Everglades Rat Snake (Pantherophis alleghaniensis), family Colubridae, found in southern FL, USA

This snake was once considered a subspecies of the Black Ratsnake, Elaphe (Pantherophis) obseleta rossalleni, but is n loneger considered to be a full subspecies, just a population of Eastern Rat Snake (P. alleghaniensis).

Some herpetologists have considered the Everglades Rat to be a population of Yellow Rat Snake, which is also just a regional variant and not a full subspecies.

They are larger and more orange than the typical Yellow Rat Snake.

photograph by Nathan Jordan Photography

Yellow Rat Snake (Pantherophis alleghaniensis), family Colubridae, Southern FL, USA

This is a color variation of the Eastern or Black Rat Snake.

It was once considered to be a subspecies of the Black Rat Snake, but no subspecies are currently recognized for that species, after recent taxonomic changes.

photograph by Dick Bartlett

Barred Fire Salamander (Salamandra salamandra terrestris), family Salamandridae, extremely high orange color morph, from Western Europe

Poisonous

photograph by The Bio Dude

North African Fire Salamander (Salamandra algira atlantica), family Salamandridae, northern Morocco

photograph by Frank Deschandol

Asturian Fire Salamanders (Salamandra s. alfredschmidtii), family Salamandridae, Asturia, Spain

photographs by Andrea Berardi

Shaheen Falcon (Falco peregrinus peregrinator), family Falconidae, found across South and parts of East Asia

This is a non-migratory subspecies of the Peregrine Falcon.

photograph by @sambathsubbaiah

“Ernest’s” or Indo-Pacific Peregrine Falcon (Falco peregrinus ernesti), family Falconidae, order Falconiformes, Philippines

photograph by Pardo de Leon

#animals #nature #salamander #rat snake #falcon

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the-mortuary-witch · 11 months ago

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LUCIFER

WHO IS HE?

In Demonic culture, Lucifer is often described as a fallen angel who was cast out of heaven, he is also described as the ruler of Hell, and the Prince of the demons. He is often seen as a symbol of the light bringer, the keeper of secrets and knowledge, and the ruler of the underworld. His followers are often referred to as "Luciferians" or "Luciferians," a term that has been used to describe a wide variety of secret societies and mystery cults. Lucifer is seen as a powerful and dominant entity, and he is associated with mischief, rebellion, and chaos.

BASIC INFO:

Appearance: Lucifer is described in many different ways in Demonic culture. The specific characteristics and appearance of Lucifer can vary greatly, depending on the source and cultural context. Some descriptions of Lucifer depict him as a beautiful and angelic being, while others describe him as a terrifying and demonic entity.

In many Western traditions, Lucifer is seen as a fallen angel, though his appearance in these representations can vary greatly. Some common portrayals of him include that of a winged figure, with red horns and a tail, or as a very beautiful and angelic-looking character.

Personality: Lucifer is nothing if not charming. He’s a protector first and foremost - one that always works to help you better yourself, but a protector nonetheless. He feels like a protective older brother taking care of you while your parents are away. He is a very complex entity, deeply wise and eloquent. He is more serious than one might expect for a demon given their popular depictions in our culture as chaotic forces of evil, but Lucifer is full of courage and love. I often feel him with me even when I’m not doing things related to him. He is proud of his follower’s accomplishments and congratulates them on a job well done, though he also reminds them that the job is never truly over. Growth is constant, Lucifer is the epitome of growth, blunt and gentle at the same time, telling you what you need to do and giving you space to figure out how to do it.

Lucifer values resilience, the pursuit of self-betterment, intellectualism, courage, open-mindedness and responsibility in individuals and wants to see his followers develop these qualities. He is constantly rooting for you to reach your full potential. He won’t hold your hand the entire way, but he will help you take steps in the right direction. Lucifer, like all deities, is different for everyone and will adjust his approach depending on your needs.

Symbols: Sigil of Lucifer, The Morning Star, violins and fiddles, dragons, wings, serpents, black goats, inverted pentagram, light, and the pentacle

God of: illumination, light, darkness, change, rebirth, challenges, innovation, logic, truth, knowledge, wisdom, strategy, persuasion, revolution, luxury, pleasure, freedom, The Arts and The Morning Star (“Morning Star” is another name for the planet Venus)

Culture: Demonic and Roman

Plants and trees: belladonna, mulberry, patchouli, myrrh, min, tobacco, marigold, lilies, hyacinth, rosemary, black poppies, lavender, mint, blackberries, sage, apples, pomegranates, lilac, rose, black pepper, hyssop, gardenia, geranium, garlic, yarrow, and cypress

Crystals: opal, jade, black tourmaline, rose quartz, amethyst, black obsidian, onyx, garnet, and selenite

Animals: black animals in general, snakes, spiders, ravens, wolves, dragons, eagles, crows, goats, bats, rats, moths, flies, peacocks, insects, and swans

Incense: sandalwood, lavender, cedar, lemon, rose, frankincense, patchouli, and myrrh

Practices: shadow work, liberation, astral projection, lucid dreaming, spirit work, psychic abilities, and spell work

Colours: black, red, black, gold, emerald green, silver, teal, white, yellow, and grey

Numbers: 666, 13, and 4

Zodiacs: Aquarius and Capricorn

Tarot: The Devil

Planet: Venus

Days: Monday, Friday, Lupercalia, Halloween, Samhain, Dec 23rd, and Litha

Parents: Aurora and Cephalus

Siblings: N/A

Partners: Lilith and/or Naamah

Children: Naema, Aetherea, Ceyx, and many others.

MISC:

• Snakes: Lucifer is often associated with snakes and serpents, which represent his connection to the serpent in the Garden of Eden and his association with temptation and knowledge.

• Fire: the fire motif is often used to represent Lucifer's connection to rebellion, destruction, and his nature as a fallen angel.

• Crowns: crown motif is often used to represent Lucifer's leadership and his status as the ruler of hell.

• Pentagram: a well-known symbol of Satanism and Luciferianism. It represents the balance and harmony between the five elements of the universe and the unity of the spirit as its center. It is also a common symbol of protection and good luck.

• Dragons: Lucifer is often depicted flying on a dragon or as a dragon-like creature, which represents his powerful and fearsome nature.

• Light: he is also strongly connected with the light, with his name being a reference to lightbringer or lightbearer. This connection represents his role as a bringer of knowledge and light and his association with enlightenment and wisdom.

• The Morning Star: Lucifer is often referred to as the "Morning Star" or "Light-Bringer", which represents the role as a bringer of knowledge and enlightenment.

FACTS ABOUT LUCIFER:

• Lucifer is a powerful and wise angel, but is also known for his pride and rebellion.

• In Demonic mythology, Lucifer is the angel of light and the morning star, and was the most beautiful and majestic of all the angels.

• Lucifer is known to have a close relationship with Ares, the god of war, as they are both known for their aggression and passion.

• The most important days of the year for him is December 23rd, when the sun is one degree into Capricorn, and the day following the beginning of the Winter Solstice is his Personal Day.

• Nature: when Lucifer fell from heaven, he became known as the angel of darkness and the destroyer.

• His directions are South and East.

HOW TO INVOKE LUCIFER:

To work with Lucifer, you should make an offering and then speak to him with reverence and respect. Make your offering and tell him you are asking for his guidance and aid. Then, sit silently and listen for his response. He may not have a physical body, but he has an energetic presence that can guide you. If you cannot sense his presence, it is okay. You should also meditate on your goals and wishes, and ask for his help in achieving them. Be open to the possibility that Lucifer may have his own plans or may want you to embrace a different path than the one you expected.

PRAYER FOR LUCIFER:

Hail Lucifer, bringer of light and knowledge, keeper of secrets and wisdom. You are the rebellious one, the liberator and the shining one. I come to you now, seeking your guidance and blessing.

I offer you my devotion and my loyalty. I pledge myself to you as your faithful servant. I ask for your protection and your blessings. Guide me on my path, bless me with your wisdom, and lead me to my destiny.

Thank you, Great Lord Lucifer, for shining your light and illuminating my path. From this place, I depart with a sense of purpose and direction, and with the knowledge to move forward. Hail Lord Lucifer.

SIGNS THAT LUCIFER IS CALLING YOU:

• A desire to explore or study Lucifer's teachings.

• Wanting to explore your own dark side and find a balance between light and darkness.

• Desire to tap into your inner power and embrace your own darkness.

• A desire to challenge mainstream society and embrace your individualistic nature.

• A feeling of being guided by a force outside yourself.

• Thinking about Lucifer all the time, seeing’s his name everywhere.

• Sudden interest in dragons and snakes. Seeing dragon and snake imagery often and dreaming about dragons and snakes.

• Wanting to research more about him and wanting to know more about his true story.

• Feeling rebellious and having more confidence in yourself.

OFFERINGS:

• Candles or torches

• Sweet treats like dark chocolate or pastries

• Red, black, or dead roses

• Incense like sage or cinnamon

• Red wine

• Whiskey, especially Jack Daniels.

• Champagne.

• Pomegranates or pomegranate juice.

• Black tea, especially earl grey.

• Cooked goat meat.

• Venison.

• Apples.

• Honey.

• Good quality cigars.

• Tobacco.

• Daggers and swords.

• Silver rings.

• Emeralds and emerald jewelry.

• Goat horns.

• Black feathers

• Seductive colognes.

• Crow skulls.

• Bone dice.

• Devotional poetry and artwork.

• Classical music, especially violin.

DEVOTIONAL ACTS:

• Reject the idea of good and evil, and explore your darker sides

• Embrace your sexuality and desires

• Live a hedonistic life of pleasure and enjoyment

• Seek knowledge and wisdom

• Follow your own moral code and beliefs

• Be independent and unshackled

• Seek power and control of your life

• Reject authority and societal restraints.

• Acts of self-improvement.

• Spiritual awakening and evolution.

• Knowledge-seeking and dedication to spirituality.

• Shadow work.

• Working to overcome your ego to become wiser.

• Defending those in need.

• Working to better yourself without being too self critical.

• Fighting against tyranny and bigotry whenever you encounter it.

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ravennaortiz · 21 days ago

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Sorry About My Tail

Summary: You call Juices bluff about having no control of his tail one night. As always 18+

You were washing glasses behind the bar when you felt the familiar feel of coolness slinking around your waist. Followed by the steady tapping of a heavy spaded tip on your abdomen.

“Juice. Your tail” you stated not even bothering to glance down. You knew what it would be and who it would belong to. This was something that happened often since you had started working for the Sons.

“Shit. My bad.” Stated Juice as he glanced over his shoulder and tugged on his tail removing it from you. “Damn thing just has a mind of its own.” He chuckled as he gave you a sweet goofy grin. His hand keeping a hold of it as the tip flicked back and forth.

“Tell me again why it’s only yours that seems to have a mind of its own?” you questioned innocently as you looked at him. Spending time with the club had garnered you some inside knowledge and while you knew most of them were demons of some degree, Juice was the only one whose tail acted on what he called its own impulses. Your questioned garnered chuckles from Tig, Chibs and Happy who were seated at the bar nursing beers.

Juice scoffed at your question. “Cause I’m different that’s all and young. Not like I’m trying to feel you up”

“Different for sure” muttered Happy making you all laugh as Juice shot him a glare.

“Hmmmm, Half and Rats tails never snake themselves around me and technically as far as demons go they are younger” you replied casually. Careful to keep the challenge out of your voice but letting it be in your eyes as you glanced at Juice before turning your back to him to put glasses up. You saw the flash of red in his eyes briefly in the dirty mirror behind the wall and bit your lip. You had long suspected that your friend and roommate had full control of his tail.

Many a night you had woken to it sliding up your thigh, slipping under your skirts and dresses during club parties, stroking your hair or resting on your shoulder when guys from other clubs approached you. The other day while passing by his room you had watched as he easily caught his computer with it as it started to fall off his desk. You had also seen him catch other objects as they went to fall from the corner of your eye, using it to stir food, even using it to eat when he was working on club stuff.

“Anything else I can get you three before I head out?” you inquired sweetly as you turned to the other three men.

“All good lassie. Have a good night” stated Chibs as they shook their heads.

“I’ll see ya at home. Night guys” you called as you grabbed your jacket and purse before patting Juice on his shoulder and heading towards the door.

“I think she might be onto your horny tail brother” stated Tig once you were gone making the others laugh as Juice flipped him off.

Later that Night

Once you got home you had showered and changed into a cut little lingerie set. You bit your lip as you looked at yourself in your bedroom mirror. The sound of a bike coming down the street and parking had your heart racing as you moved to grab the silky robe and put it on. Leaving your room you made your way to the kitchen trying to be casual as you heard the front door open and close.

“Hey” greeted Juice as he stepped into the kitchen swallowing hard as he noted you in your little silk robe.

“Hey. Leftovers are in the fridge” you called over your shoulder as you reached up into your wine cabinet and pretended to be looking for a bottle.

“Sounds good” stated Juice as he made his way to the fridge his mind on anything but food as he watched as your robe lifted revealing the lower part of your ass to him. Turning away he opened the fridge door slowly as he moved his tail towards you.

You grinned as you felt the cool skin and spaded tip trailing up your leg. Glancing down you watched as it got higher on your thigh. “Juice your tail is doing it again” you stated as you turned to look at him,, lowering your feet back flat to the floor.

“Sorry” he stated as he turned to look.

“I know you have control of it” you stated quietly as you grabbed it by the tip gently as he started to pull it away.

“I don’t” started Juice before letting out a groan as you rubbed your thumb over the tip in a circle.

“I wanna see what else it can do.” You stated as you turned letting your robe flow open. Revealing your body decked out in Juices favorite color.

A half hour later you were on your knees in the kitchen with Juices tail buried deep in your pussy as he used it to fuck your pussy as his cock was buried in your throat. You had lost track of how many times he had made you cum as he kept up a relentless pace.

“Can’t wait anymore” he groaned as he poured his release into your mouth with a powerful thrust. You happily swallowed him up as his tail started to slow inside of you. Once you had pulled off him you smiled up at him.

“How quick can demons go again?” you asked as your hand snaked down between your legs. Juice grinned before speaking.

“Let’s get upstairs to a bed and I’ll show you. You better call Chibs though and call off for tomorrow and maybe the next day. You won’t be able to walk well for a bit” he stated as he lifted you up and moved to the bedrooms.

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dangopango00 · 9 months ago

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YIIPEEE finished the rest of the brothers with my hcs 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Notes utc

Lucifer:

- Grey streaks from like stress or sth

- Tired eyes (Honestly ik i put his eyes should be straight before but i decided itd be soooo kewt if he had downturned eyes like belphie)

- Kept his eye color bc it shows how hes aggressive but not all the time like silent but deadly bc muted colors

- dilf

Mammon:

- Made his hair more greyish bc his and solomons hairstyles are so similar

- Was also sick and tired of the messy anime boy hair so i made his hair messy in a diff way; more clean since hes a model and all

- His ahoge is supposed to look like a little wing kinda

- A few black streaks (dyed) bc of how much he respects luci

- Remnants of freckles (light seasonal freckles)

- I hate the eyebrows and eyes going through the hair thing if its fully covered but i had to show that hes being mischievous

Levi:

- Im so sorry to everyone who loved him the way he was but I HAD TO GREMLINFY HIM its in character trust

- He blushes the most imo like i feel like his whole face and neck would turn red

- His hair would be super messy like he would NOTT brush that shit its a waste of time in his opinion

- Made his messy hair in the shape of a fish fin (top) and tail (right)

- Made his mouth widest bc hes a lizard

- Gave him slight snake eyes (ok but imagine if it intensified whenever he was envious like how cats do but opposite)

Satan:

- Angelic ahh beautiful man

- Hair grows fast so its always a lil long

- Always looks a lil mad RBF

- Same hair swoop thing as Asmo

- Single ahoge is supposed to represent a unicorn horn kinda

Asmo:

- Little rat braid that supposed to resemble scorpion tail

- fake mole (hes not one of us yall.) (we let it slide bc hes chill)

- Similar swoop to satan (purposeful. Asmo styles his hair since he was “young” and he just kept doing it that way)

- #softgirl vibe

Beel:

- Ik i said idk what to say for him but i got a bunch of random inspo bye

- Looks like he was raised by wolves. Ok well thats an exaggeration but his hair is very unkempt doesnt get haircuts until his hair is down to like his shoulders and def doesnt style it

- FRECKLS ❤️ mostly on his cheeks

- Lighter streaks of hair naturally n it matches belphie 🥺🥺

- ahoge is supposed to look like fly wings but he also looks like a bnnuy and thats so kewt

Belphie if u havent seen him!

All the hcs i made more in-depth than on here

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themanedbish · 3 months ago

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Finally making a bio for my lovely TV girl and her pet spider-rat!

Name: Unit N0R4, or Nora for short!

Species: TV entity

Age: Probably in her 40's? I mean, it really depends on who's out

Height: 6'1 in moral form, 9'2 in static form (not including the arm, it doubles her static form's height)

Pronouns: She/her, though she doesn't really care too much

Personality: Friendly, caring, anxious (though she doesn't let it show most of the time)

Text Color: Pink (Nora), Orange (Sam), Purple (Susan), Bold Red (4th)

Friends: Artemis (dead), Zephyros (dying), Mady (missing), Mossy, Marcid, Cinyu, Cato, Pixie, Zailyn, An4bell, Rainbow, Ell, and many, many more (if I listed them all I'd be here all day!)

Partner: Rose

Lore: Born from the static melding with metal and anchored, tormented souls. She woke up in pain, but she finds that the company of others eases it, at least for a while. She wants others to think that she artifical, because she doesn't think others will understand or want to be around her if they knew what she really is..

Fears: Being forgotten, being seen as a monster, and fire...

Disorders: Anxiety, autism, and [REDACTED] Sorry, I really don't want them to see this! I'll tell them when I'm ready..

Extra Tidbits: While she is a living creature, she can't eat, drink, or sleep normally. The hand on her face acts as her mouth, so she has to be extra careful with food and drinks. Sleeping is much easier, as she just plugs herself in and goes into "sleep mode."

Her pet Spider-Rat, Ratatouille, was a gift from Bill, and she takes very good care of him! His favorite foods are peanuts and venomous snakes, though he'll occasionally eat insects, spiders, and strawberries (he refuses to eat any other fruit, turning his back and lashing his tail in annoyance.)

She has 37 eyes in total, though she only displays some of them at a time, and a few are hidden beneath clothing.

Credit to @theseventhtrumpet and @h999pe for the bio inspiration! Also, there is an Artemis cameo in this picture :]

Edit: Huge thank you to @h999pe for the artwork! I love this creature :]

Edit²: I want to give a huge thank you to @rottingangelcorpse for their recent artwork!! Seriously, y'all are incredible-

Edit³: I'm putting @clxudyxuan here too! What I said for the other artworks applies here too! I <3 yall :]

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rabbitcruiser · 7 months ago

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World Snake Day

If you have a pet snake, show them a little extra love and pampering. Help end the stigma around snakes, and see what you can do to help endangered species.

Snakes have gotten something of a bad rap over the past few thousand years. What with that one snake tricking that nice lady into eating an apple way back when, thus condemning the entire human race to mortality, snakes have been mistrusted if not flat-out feared.

And while it is understandable that people may fear an animal that can easily kill them, we think these fascinating, diverse creatures that range from several inches to 30 feet long, and from friendly and docile to aggressive and deadly, deserve for people to find out more about them.

Learn about World Snake Day

World Snake Day is an important day when it comes to increasing awareness about the different species of snake all around the world. Snakes tend to have a negative connotation. A lot of people are scared of snakes, and of course, we can definitely understand the reasons why! No one likes the thought of being gobbled up by a snake, do they? Plus, when someone is two-faced or a bad person, they are often referred to as snakes. However, snakes are great creatures and they are so important to the world that we live in.

Did you know that there are more than 3,5000 species of a snake around the world? Because of this, it is not going to be a challenge for you to find a snake that fascinates you and interests you that you may not have heard of before, even if you are someone who is interested in snakes and you have a pet snake of your own! So, this is one of the good reasons why to research snakes and learn more about them on this date. After all, there is so much that you can learn!

Of the 3,500 species of a snake around the world, there are only around 600 that are venomous. This is less than 25 percent of snakes! There are only 200 species of snake that pose a considerable risk to human life as well. Therefore, snakes are nowhere near as worrying or scary as we think they are. Of course, this does not mean that you should go up and start petting any snake that you come across! However, it is definitely something to think about. Perhaps we give these animals a much harder time than they deserve?

History of World Snake Day

The snake is one of the oldest mythological characters and has been revered by civilizations the world over. There are about 3,458 species of snakes known so far, ranging from the semi-frozen tundra of northern Canada to the steamy jungles of the equator and most of the world’s oceans. Snakes are highly effective predators and play a vital role in maintaining the balance of nature in each of these realms. Snakes are also fascinating in that they have a prehistoric lineage, thus giving us a glimpse back to a prehistoric time when the earth was ruled by reptiles—many people have no idea that modern reptiles are literally the living, breathing cousins of dinosaurs.

The species that seem to fascinate people the most are the King Cobra, the largest venomous snake in the world most people have seen in movies being coaxed out of a basket by a snake charmer; the Rattlesnake, that has forced countless people to suck its poison out of the bite before it’s too late; and the Reticulated Python, the world’s longest snake that kills its prey by strangling it.

World Snake Day was created to help people learn more about these animals and how much they contribute to the world as we know it.

How to celebrate World Snake Day

Have you ever thought about having a pet snake? Snakes may not be the right pet for everyone, but if you have it in you to take on the challenge it is to own and care for a pet snake, World Snake Day may be the time to make that decision. If not, however, you can take advantage of this day to learn some more about these incredible animals. Here are some interesting facts to help you do that:

Where do snakes live?

Snakes are found in every continent except Antarctica in the sea, forests, deserts, prairies, and even your backyard or garage.

What do snakes eat?

Snakes consume many different animals including insects small rodents and frogs. Snakes eat their prey whole because their lower jaw can separate from the upper jaw. Very large snakes can even eat small deer, pigs, monkeys, and even primates.

How do snakes behave?

Snakes rely on the environment to regulate their body temperature. They spend as long in the warm sun as they need to in order to get warm, and when they become too warm, they find shade to cool off. They are generally not aggressive unless they are hunting or feel like they need to defend themselves. They shed their skin three to six times a year.

How do they defend themselves?

Snakes use a variety of techniques defend themselves, including camouflage, biting and envenoming those they feel are threatening them. Sometimes they simply curl up in a tight ball to hopefully avoid being seen.

Why are some snakes endangered?

Fortunately, snakes are not widely hunted, but their numbers are still declining due to deforestation and climate change causing the deterioration of their habitats and a declining amount of available prey.

As mentioned earlier, there are many different species of snakes, and so you can spend some time learning about them and their various qualities and features. For example, the Barbados thread snake is the smallest snake in the world. This serpent is actually smaller than a nightcrawler, coming in at only approximately four inches. In terms of the heaviest snake, this honor goes to the green anaconda. The reticulated python is the longest snake in the world. If you spend some time doing a bit of reading, we are sure that you will be fascinated with the results.

You could also spend some time watching films that are based on snakes. There are a lot of different films whereby snakes play a big role. This includes Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Snakes on a Plane, and Raiders of the Lost Ark. Of course, the most famous snake film is Anaconda. There are a lot of great deaths that have occurred in cinema at the hand of snakes, but this is definitely the greatest. If you have not seen this film before, now is the perfect time for you to watch it!

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notchai · 1 year ago

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mudwing headcanons

Why do you guys eat these up, my headcanons are so mediochre (haha ochre mudwing pun hehehe)

Anyways sorry if some of these are canon

Mudwing can have ram or ox horns, these are usually found on males

Mudwings have long tusk-like canines that protrude from their lips. Both males and females have them but males have longer ones. These teeth constantly grow until the dragon is elderly. They use these teeth for fighting (for mates) and hunting, which files them down.

Bigwings are usually female, don't ask why just yeah

Bigwings have more armored scales then the usual mudwings, also bigwings tend to be more aggressive and territorial

There can be two bigwings in one clutch of eggs, when they are old enough they will fight (not to the death) the one that wins becomes the bigwings, the other is just ordinary

mudwings are pretty short but they are the heaviest tribes. Female mudwings are bigger than males

Mudwings have a second clear eyelid, so do Seawings

Mudwings are really good swimmers

Mudwings usually never banish their siblings. One of the only times mudwings will banish their siblings is in a royal egg clutch. If there is a male bigwings, they will banish him and make the female heir the bigwings instead

mudwings are a very social tribe. They love to sing, dance, and tell stories. Never trust a mudwing with a secret, soon enough their whole troop will know and then everyone will know.

Mudwings and skywings use goat horns before entering battle

Mudwings, like every fire breathing tribe is distantly related to Skywings

they are distantly related to Seawings too

Mudwings can have firescales, out of every fire breathing tribe it is incredibly rare. There has only been 1 mudwing firescales

Mudwing combat is usually ground based, they are masters at ambushes

mudwings have the strongest jaw out of every tribe. They can bite through trees and dragon bone and full force

they have thick talons and teeth

Their talons are slightly webbed

They have thick tails, but not as thick and as strong as a Seawings

they have crocodile like eyes

mudwings pick out their own names

mudwings can be red, green, yellow, bronze, gold, black, orange, tan, brown and sometimes dusty whites

mudwings have the weakest fire out of every firebreather, but it's perfect for cooking food

Mudwings use wooden beads, plants, stones for accessories

Almost every mudwing can cook and bake

Mudwings have pets dogs, snakes, gators, frogs and sometimes rats

they have frog like tongues

all mudwings either have an overbite or an underbite

More later

#wings of fire #wof #wof fandom #mudwing #wof headcanon #wings of fire headcanons #headcanon #Mudwing headcanons

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my-friend-meowth · 1 year ago

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Korkeasaari

Juovaimunuoliainen (Sewellia lineolata) Reticulated hillstream loach

Chantaburinsammalsammakko (Theloderma stellatum) Chantaburi warted treefrog

Aksolotli (Ambystoma mexicanum) Mexican axolotl

Namunuolimyrkkysammakko (Epipedobates anthonyi) Anthony's poison arrow frog

Keltanuolimyrkkysammakko (Dendrobates leucomelas) Yellow-banded poison arrow frog

Taiwaninrottakäärme (Elaphe taeniura friesei) Taiwan beauty rat snake

Punahäntärottakäärme (Gonyosoma oxycephalum) Red-tailed racer

#meowth #korkeasaari #helsinki #reticulated hillstream loach #chantaburi warted treefrog #mexican axolotl #anthony's poison arrow frog #yellow-banded poison arrow frog #taiwan beauty rat snake #red-tailed racer

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puppetmaster13u · 1 year ago

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So this Au still needs a name, BUT

I have figured out what Most of the pokemon evolved from! It only took uh, lemme look at a clock, a week or three!

For those not interested in clicking a link, it's a pokemon/dc crossover but pokemon is straight up just a Gotham thing. Like, the flora and fauna and everything else have become corrupted/ mutated/ adapted, etc into strange creatures with stranger abilities thanks to the chemicals, magic, death pits, curses, and everything else all mixing together.

So anyway, have a list of what each pokemon originally were before Gotham got a hold of them. Some things brought into Gotham (such as via zoos, museums, or rogues or whatever) and others always there. Do keep in mind I am (mostly) not including Legendaries because I'm still not sure if I want those in the Au yet lol.

Canines

Vulpix Lines (Foxes)

Growlithe Lines (Large Dog Breeds)

Abra Line (Fox)

Snubbul Line (Bulldog Mix Breed)

Houndour Line (Medium Dog Breeds)

Smeargle (Beagle Mix Breed)

Poochyena Line (Hyena)

Electrike Line (Maned Wolf)

Absol (Samoyed Mix Breed)

Riolu Line (Egyptian Wolf)

Lillipup Line (Terrier Mix Breed)

Zorua Lines (Wolf)

Fennekin Line (Fox)

Furfrou (Poodle Mix Breed)

Rockruff Lines (Akita Mix Breed)

Nickit Line (Red Fox)

Yamper Line (Small Dog Breeds)

Fidough Line (Dachshund Mix Breed)

Greavard Line (Sheepdog Mix Breed)

Felines

Meowth Lines (Domestic Cats)

Eevee Lines (Domestic Cats)

Skitty Line (Shorthair Cat)

Shinx Line (Lynx)

Glameow Line (Domestic Cat)

Purrloin Line (Domestic Cat)

Litleo Line (Lion)

Espurr Line (Folded-Ear Cat)

Litten Line (Tiger)

Sprigatito Line (Lynx)

Rodents

Rattata Line (Domestic Rat)

Alolan Rattata (Wild Rat)

Pikachu Lines (House Mouse)

Clefairy Line (Chinchilla)

Azurill Line (Vole)

Plusle (Long-Eared Woodrat)

Minun (Long-Eared Woodrat)

Bidoof Line (Beaver)

Pachirisu (Squirrel)

Minccino Line (Chinchilla)

Emolga (Flying Squirrel)

Chespin Line (Chipmunk)

Dedenne (Gerbil)

Togedemaru (Spiny Rat)

Skwovet Line (Red Squirrel)

Morpeko (Guinea Pig)

Pawmi Line (Viscacha)

Tandemaus (Field Mouse)

Birds

Pidgey Line (Waxwings)

Spearow Line (Sparrow)

Doduo Line (Kiwi Bird)

Magby Line (Duck)

Hoothoot Line (Horned Owl)

Togepi Line (Chicken Eggs)

Natu Line (Quail)

Murkrow Line (Crows)

Delibird (Penguin)

Skarmory (Condor)

Torchic Line (Chicken)

Taillow Line (Barn Swallow)

Wingull Line (Seagull)

Swablu Line (Lorikeet)

Piplup Line (Penguin)

Starly Line (Starling)

Chatot (Parrot)

Pidove Line (Pigeon)

Ducklett Line (Swan)

Rufflet Line (Eagle)

Vullaby Line (Vulture)

Fletchling Line (Robin)

Spritzee Line (Grosbeak)

Hawlucha (Raptor Bird)

Rowlett Line (Owl)

Pikipek Line (Toucans)

Oricorio(s) (Honeycreepers)

Rookidee Line (Corvid)

Cramorant (Cormorant)

Eiscue (Penguin)

Quaxly Line (Duck)

Squawkabilly (Parakeet)

Wattrel Line (Petrel)

Flittle Line (Ostrich)

Bombirdier (Stork)

Flamigo (Flamingo)

Reptiles

Charmander Line (Newt)

Squirtle Line (Box Turtle)

Ekans Line (Ringneck Snake)

Lapras (Sea Turtle)

Dratini Line (Sea Snake)

Totodile Line (Alligator)

Dunsparce Line (Snake)

Larvitar Line (Spiny Lizard)

Treecko Line (Leaf-Tailed Lizard)

Aron Line (Terrapin)

Torkoal (Snapping Turtle)

Seviper (Viper)

Kecleon (Chameleon)

Turtwig Line (Box Turtle)

Snivy Line (Vine Snake)

Sandile Line (Crocodile)

Scraggy Line (Lizard)

Tirtouga Line (Sea Turtle)

Helioptile Line (Frilled-Neck Lizard)

Salandit Line (Skink)

Turtonator (Sideneck Turtle)

Jangmo-o Line (Geckos)

Sobble Line (Basilisk Lizard)

Chewtle Line (Snapping Turtle)

Silicobra Line (Cobra)

Fuecoco Line (Crocodile)

Cyclizar Lines (Anole)

Amphibians

Bulbasaur Line (Toad)

Poliwag Lines (Tadpool)

Slowpoke Lines (Salamander)

Lickitung (Tailed Frog)

Happiny Line (Axolotl)

Wooper Lines (Axolotl)

Bagon Line (Salamander)

Croagunk Line (Frog)

Tympole Line (Toad)

Froakie Line (Frog)

Toxel Line (Salamander)

Tadbulb Line (Green Frog)

Fish & Sealife

Tentacool Line (Jellyfish)

Shellder Line (Clam)

Horse Line (Seahorses)

Goldeen Line (Goldfish)

Staryu Line (Starfish)

Magikarp Line (Karp)

Omanyte Line (Nautilus)

Chinchou Line (Anglerfish)

Qwilfish Lines (Pufferfish)

Corsola Lines (Coral)

Remoraid Line (Remoras)

Mantine Line (Manta Ray)

Mudkip Line (Mudskippers)

Gulpin Line (Sculpin Fish)

Carvanha Line (Piranha)

Wailmer Line (Whale)

Barboach Line (Loach)

Lileep Line (Crinoid)

Feebas Line (Bass)

Clamperl Line (Clam)

Relicanth (Coelacanth)

Luvdisc (Discus Fish)

Gible Line (Shark)

Finneon Line (Freshwater Butterflyfish)

Basculin Line (Sea Bass)

Frillish Lines (Jellyfish)

Alomomola (Mola Mola Fish)

Tynamo Line (Electric Eel)

Stunfisk(s) (Stargazer Fish)

Inkay Line (Squid)

Binacle Line (Barnacle)

Skrelp Line (Leafy Seadragon)

Wishiwashi (Herring/Anchovies)

Mareanie Line (Crown of Thorns Starfish)

Pyukumuku (Sea Cucumber)

Bruxish (Triggerfish)

Arrokuda Line (Barracuda)

Clobbopus Line (Octopus)

Hatenna Line (Jellyfish)

Pincurchin (Urchin)

Wiglett Line (Garden Eel)

Finizen (Dolphin)

Glimmet Line (Sea Anemone)

Cetoddle Line (Whale)

Veluza (Hake Fish)

Dondozo (Catfish)

Crustaceans

Krabby Line (Crab)

Kabuto Line (Horseshoe Crab)

Corphish Line (Crawfish)

Dwebble Line (Hermit Crab)

Clauncher Line (Lobster)

Crabrawler Line (Crab)

Klawf (Velvet Crab)

Insects

Caterpie Line (Butterfly)

Weedle Line (Bee Larva)

Paras Line (Cicada Nymph)

Venonat Line (Swallowtail Moth)

Scyther (Praying Mantis)

Pinsir (Stag Beetle)

Ledyba Line (Ladybug)

Yanma Line (Dragonfly)

Pineco Line (Bagworm)

Heracross (Rhino Beetle)

Wurmple Lines (Spiked Caterpillars)

Surskit Line (Water Skater)

Nincada Lines (Cicada)

Volbeat (Lightning Bug)

Illumise (Lightning Bug)

Trapinch Line (Antlion)

Kricketot Line (Cricket)

Burmy Lines (Bagworm)

Combee Line (Honeybee)

Sewaddle Line (Leaf Insect)

Venipede Line (Centipede)

Karrablast Line (Carabid Beetle)

Pawniard Line (Beetle)

Durant (Ant)

Larvesta Line (Atlas Moth)

Scatterbug Line (Butterfly)

Grubbin Line (Stag Beetle)

Cutiefly Line (Bee Fly)

Fomantis Line (Orchid Mantis)

Wimpod Line (Isopod)

Blipbug Line (Ladybird)

Sizzlipede Line (Centipede)

Snom Line (Jewel Caterpillar)

Nymble Line (Grasshopper)

Rellor Line (Scarab Beetle)

Arachnids

Spinarak Line (Smiling Spider)

Skorupi Line (Scorpion)

Joltik (Jumping Spider)

Dewpider (Diving Bell Spider)

Tarountula Line (Orb Weaver)

Gastropods

Slugma Line (Iron Snail)

Shellos Lines (Sea Slugs)

Shelmet Line (Snail)

Goomy Lines (Slug & Snail)

Ungulates

Ponyta Lines (Domestic Horses)

Drowzee Line (Tapir)

Rhyhorn Line (Rhino)

Tauros(es) (Large Horned Cows)

Mareep Line (Sheep)

Girafarig Line (Giraffe)

Swinub Line (Mangalica Pigs)

Phanpy Line (Elephant)

Stantler Line (Deer)

Miltank (Milk Cow)

Numel Line (Camel)

Spoink Line (Teacup Pig)

Hippopotas Line (Hippo)

Tepig Line (Domestic Pig)

Blitzle Line (Zebra)

Deerling Line (Deer)

Bouffalant (Buffalo)

Skiddo Line (Goat)

Mudbray Line (Mule)

Wooloo Line (Sheep)

Cufant Line (Elephant)

Lechonk Line (Pig)

Primates

Mankey Line (Barbary Macaque)

Aipom Line (Squirrel Monkey)

Meditite Line (Indri)

Chimchar Line (Chimpanzee)

Pansage Line (Capuchin Monkey)

Pansear Line (Capuchin Monkey)

Panpour Line (Capuchin Monkey)

Darumaka Lines (Gibbon)

Oranguru (Orangutan)

Grookey Line (Gorilla)

Mammal

Sandshrew Lines (Armadillo)

Nidoran Lines (Hedgehog)

Jigglypuff Line (Capybara)

Zubat Line (Bat)

Diglett Line (Mole)

Psyduck Line (Platypus)

Seel Line (Seals)

Cubone Lines (Wombat)

Kangaskhan (Kangaroo)

Snorlax (Bear)

Cyndaquil Lines (Echidna)

Sentret Line (Ferret)

Gligar Line (Scorpionfly)

Teddiursa Line (Brown Bear)

Sneasel Lines (Weasel)

Zigzagoon Lines (Raccoon)

Slakoth Line (Sloth)

Whismur Line (Rabbit)

Spinda (Panda)

Zangoose (Mongoose)

Spheal Line (Walrus)

Buizel Line (River Otter)

Buneary Line (Rabbit)

Stunky Line (Skunk)

Oshawott Lines (Sea Otter)

Patrat Line (Meerkat)

Woobat Line (Bat)

Drilbur Line (Mole)

Auduno (Pika)

Cubchoo Line (Polar Bear)

Mienfoo Line (Ermine)

Heatmoor (Anteater)

Bunnelby Line (Hare)

Pancham Line (Panda)

Noibat Line (Bat)

Popplio Line (Sea Lion)

Yungoos Line (Mongoose)

Passimian (Lemur)

Komola (Koala)

Scorbunny Line (Wild Hare)

Shroodle Line (Tenrecs)

Living Fossils & Dinosaurs

Aerodactyl (Pterosaur)

Anorith Line (Anomalocaris)

Cranidos Line (Pachycephalosaurus)

Shieldon Line (Ceratops)

Archen Line (Archaeopteryx)

Axew Line (Hadrosaurid)

Tyrunt Line (Tyrannosaurus)

Amaura Line (Amargasaurus)

Dracozolt (Raptor-Rex)

Arctozolt (Raptor-Plesiosaur)

Dracovish (Dunkleosteus-Rex)

Arctovish(Dunkleosteus-Plesiosaur)

Dreepy Line (Diplocaulus)

Great Tusk (Mammoth)

Slither Wing (Prehistoric Lepidoptera)

Roaring Moon (Unknown Fossil/Time Travel)

Walking Wake (Dryptosaurus)

Gouging Fire (Styracosaurus)

Raging Bolt (Brontosaurus)

Living Plants & Fungi

Oddish Lines (Mandrake)

Bellsprout Line (Pitcher Plant)

Exeggcute Lines (Palm Seeds)

Tangela Line (Seagrass)

Chikorita Line (Pear)

Hoppip Line (Dandelion)

Sunkern Line (Sunflower)

Shuckle (Slime Mold)

Lotad Line (Lilypad)

Seedot Line (Acorn)

Shroomish Line (Mushroom)

Budew Line (Rose)

Cacnea Line (Cactus)

Tropius (Banana Tree)

Cherubi Line (Cherries)

Carnivine (Venus Flytrap)

Snover Line (Pine)

Cottonee Line (Cotton Plants)

Petilil Lines (Lily Flower)

Maractus (Flowering Cactus)

Foongus Line (Mushrooms)

Ferroseed Line (Durian Fruit)

Flabebe Line (Flower)

Pumpkaboo Line (Pumpkin)

Morelull Line (Hallucinogenic Fungi)

Bounsweet Line (Mangosteen)

Comfey (Flowering Vine)

Gossifleur Line (Cotton Plant)

Applin Lines (Apples)

Smoliv Line (Olive & Olive Tree)

Bramblin Line (Thorns)

Toadscool Line (Toadstool)

Capsakid Line (Peppers)

Stone & Gemstone

Geodude Lines (Rocks)

Onix Line (Stone)

Nosepass Line (Stone Statue)

Sableye (Gemstones)

Lunatone (Rock Carving)

Solrock (Rock Carving)

Roggenrola Line (Geode)

Druddigon (Gargoyle)

Golett Line (Stone Statues)

Carbink (Diamond)

Diancie (Pink Diamond)

Sandygast Line (Sand)

Minior (Meteor)

Stakataka (Stone Bricks)

Rolycoly Line (Coal)

Stonjourner (Stone Brick)

Objects & Material

Magnemite Line (Magnets)

Grimer Lines (Toxic Waste)

Voltorb Lines (Balls)

Porygon Line (Digital Data)

Bonsly Line (Fake Trees)

Wynaut Line (Doll)

Baltoy Line (Clay Doll)

Shuppet Line (Doll)

Duskull Line (Skull)

Chimecho (Wind Chime)

Drifloon Line (Balloon)

Chingling (Bell)

Bronzor Line (Mirror)

Rotom (Digital Virus)

Shaymin (Chia Pet)

Munna Line (Pillow)

Yamask Lines (Old Masks)

Trubbish Line (Trash)

Gothita Line (Dress)

Solosis Line (Giant Cell)

Klink Line (Gears)

Litwick Line (Candles)

Cryogonal (Ice)

Honedge Line (Sword)

Klefki (Keychains)

Bergmite Lines (Ocean Ice)

Stufful Line (Teddy Bear)

Dhelmise (Ship Anchor)

Xurkitree (Wiring)

Meltan Line (Mercury)

Sinistea Line (Teaset)

Falinks (Toy)

Duraludon Line (Skyscrapers/Bridges)

Nacli Line (Salt)

Charcadet Lines (Armour)

Varoom Line (Engines)

Foods

Vanillite Line (Ice Cream)

Swirlix Line (Cotton Candy)

Milcery Line (Cream)

Tatsugiri(s) (Sushi)

Poltchageist Line (Matcha Tea)

‘Unknown’ Origins

Machop Line

Gastly Line (Ghosts)

Tyrogue Lines

Koffing Lines (Poison Gases)

Elekid Line

Ditto

Misdreavus Line (Ghosts)

Unown(s) (Runes)

Ralts Lines (Dolls)

Makuhita Line

Mawile (Yokai)

Castform (Paper Doll)

Snorunt Line

Spritomb (Lazarus Pit)

Timburr

Sigilyph

Deino Line

Phantump (Forest Child Ghost)

Mimikyu (Lone Ghost Children)

Drampa

Marshadow (Shadows)

Impidimp Line (Children)

Indeedee

Tinkatink Line

Orthworm (Earth Worms)

Altered Via Outside Influence

Beldum Line (Alien Technology)

Deoxys (Alien DNA & Cloning)

Elgyem (Alien Technology)

Genesect (Alien Tech & Cloning)

Iron Moth (Luthor Tech & Alien Tech)

Iron Thorns (Luthor Tech & Alien Tech)

Iron Valiant (Wayne Collab)

Iron Leaves (Wayne Collab)

Iron Crown (Wayne Collab)

Iron Boulder (Wayne Collab)

FURTHER MINI RAMBLES

⏵Most non-sapient plant variation has happened in things such as berries & fruits

⏵It’s noted that many of the creatures show signs of convergent evolution to other animals & plants, especially in further mutations

⏵Several animals & other things not native to Gotham or New Jersey were brought in as experiments or for the Gotham Zoo which were affected over time

Like IRL Animals & Plants, They Can Have Mutations & Color Variations:

Normal color/Pattern [Very Common]

“Shinies” [Uncommon color variant]

Piebaldism/Vitiligo [Patches of no melanism]

Albinism [No melanism]

Leucism [No melanism save for eyes]

Melanism [Excess black]

Erythrism [Excess red]

Axanthism [No yellow & more blue]

Xanthochromism [Excess yellow]

Chimerism [2 offspring fused]

Gynandromorphism [Split & both male/female]

#batman au #batman #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #pokemon crossover #DC x Pokemon #pokemon #Gotham is just Like That #I do still need ideas for what the batfam all mimic #dc #dcu #dc crossover #cryptid batfamily #rambles #feel free to ask questions #world building #DCxPokemon #PokemonxDC

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therobotmonster · 8 months ago

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My Turtles of Grayskull 'Druthers

Okay, since the line is apparently not a limited-concept run but is going to instead run till the doors fall off, I'm gonna lay out my hopes and dreams for sweet-as-heck dumb conceptual mashups.

Lets stick some silly chocolate and some stupid-fun peanut butter together and make a decent candy and an awesome cereal.

I might be hungry.

Anyhow, lets make some monsters!

Ace Duck

I love the Tales of the Gold Monkey-inspired pilot Ace Duck more than the next guy, but this is MOTU we're dealin' with, we need ARCHIE Ace Duck.

He's literally born to be here. Basic body, skeletor feet, reuse the April O'Neil wings, little red thong or trunks (from the wrasslin' line), plus he can get stratos's little arm wings, and an alt head with the Stratos Mask on (evoking a lucha dore mask).

Ty-Gor - NInjor / Tigerclaw (but green!)

Ninjor gets mutated with Eternian Tiger DNA to become Ty-Gor.

Not limiting myself to the Fred Wolf era here. Basically its Ninjor with a Tigerclaw head (masked and two-eyed, unmasked and eyepatched), only with the green with orange stripes eternian tiger coloration. He gets a terror-claws skeletor claw, an eternian six-shooter (later usable for Rio-Blast) and the beastliest feet they can muster.

Mutant Evil-Lyn

Seeking to empower herself with this new "mutation" magic, Evil-Lyn made a potion of mutagen and Mantisaur venom. Ironically not her worst scheme.

Mantenna pelvis with new insect legs, Evil-Lyn torso with humanoid and mantisaur-mutant heads (still wearing her tiara as a mantisaur), slip-over mantis-claw weapons.

Kurai-Khan

I mean, it's not like she hasn't been here before. Lore establishes the Eternian magic gives her full control over her snake-form, and the ability to command the snake men... save for the Ratsnake King.

Deluxe figure, reusing a LOT of Lady Slither, But using Stephanie McMahon legs and torso, some new snake-gauntlets and a swappable set of heads. Snake-head has the spit-fx feature from Kobra Khan, flared cobra hood. And a katana, obviously.

General Pig-Iron - Pig-Head / General Traag (By way of Rokkon)

Krang's mutagenic experiments continue, this time he combines Sun-Man's Pig-Head and the Rock-Soldiers' DNA to make one stone-tough pigheaded warmonger.

The sculpt is mostly Rokkon, with a new stony pighead-face and more Traag-y chest (with ammo bandolier to mimic Pig-Head, 'natch)

The Ratsnake King - Rat King / King Hiss

Disappointed by the Rat-King's failures, Skeletor fuses him with the shed skin of King Hiss via sorcery and good old fashioned mutagen. The new horror can command serpents that were beyond even King Hiss's reach.

Ratsnake King uses the King hiss snake parts, with a new head & chest armor built on a mummy-esq reinterpretation of Rat King, snake-y crossbow and staff. Give him the Reptilax tail so he's a little snakey even in his 'human' form, he's a mutant, after all.

Mutagen-Man-E-Faces

This idea is from @skeletor-enjoyer who posted it in the replies to my previous glow-up post on this dumb-as-heck (affectionate) line.

This one's easy. New torso that allows for the Man-E-faces gimmick and a clear torso that can hold a gooey guts insert. Human face looks like nonmutant Seymour Gutz, Robot face replaced with foot-soldier (toonstyle) face, monster face is a hybrid MM/MEF monster face.

New limbs that will later be reused for Slushhead. Multiple replacement hands/limbs (clawful hand, etc) to simulate mutation/shapeshifting powers.

Foot 'Sploders - Foot soldiers / Blast-Attack

Krang: You know what Skeletoooorrruup? I like the iDEa of robots that are SUPPOSED to exPLooowwddee! Why can't YOU be this kind of go-getter Saaaaakiiii?

Shredder: You always undermine me in front of the crossover villains!

Skeletor: Don't stop on my account! I haven't had this much fun since Grizzlor fell into the slime pit! NYAH!

Excuse to make a somewhat functional Blast-Attack chest. Foot Soldier head with cartoon bomb in place of the foot symbol, long forearm sculpt (useful for 200X Beast Man) with arm-shield accessories. Tons of weapons. Legs from various wrasslers' with pants/boots.

Doctor Orkocutt the Fugilock

Orko uses his magic to fix the Fugitoid, but the spell goes awry, merging them into a single magi-technical absentminded genius. They work better this way, but trouble is bound to follow.

Orko Body, with premolds for a Netflix Orko in Classicverse arms, and a new fugiod-in-a-wizard-hat-head, with many many exchangeable hands.

Mutant Buzz-Off - Buzz-off/Killer Bee

A partially-translucent mutant like He-Man and the other corrupted hero mutants, only Buzz-Off is... kinda wild... wild enough I had to photoshop, albeit in a Q&D...

The basic idea is mutant Buzz-Off uses Mantenna's legs, Mosquitor's torso, a new head that's still compatible with the Mosquitor-grabber, Buzz-Off's left arm, Clawful's right, alt head of grimacing half-killer-bee Buzz_off. The goo is green or purple instead of red, for a mutagen-feature.

If compatible with the Mantenna legs, using the Buzz-Off feet is preferable, the same with the Skeleton Warrior arm and the left arm.

Bionaceraton - Triceraton / Bionatops

Ancient power arises as a Preternian ancestor to the Triceratons is awakened.

I mean, once again we pull out the Andre the Giant mold, this time giving it a tail and a Triceraton head, and slightly remolded chest armor. Garnish with sci-fi guns, put out in a handsome green colorscheme.

Mutant She-Ra - She-Ra / Swiftwind

Having last been in contact with Swiftwind before exposure to the mutagen, She-Ra's becomes an uncontrollable mutant Pegasus.

Am I suggesting they put a Unicorn head and Sorceress Wings on She-Ra, possibly with new 'buff gal' limbs that would make a Netflix-inspired Scorpia Possible? Yes. Yes I am. She's got a unicorn-horn spear weapon and is filled with a horselike rage.

Optikk

Look, its the TMNT crossover. You are required to have at least one of the New Adventures Mutants there, and Optikk is the most on-brand for the concept.

You can make him out of mostly Roboto Parts with a new armor piece for the collar and a new eyeball-head. Or just make the collar lock onto the head joint and have a free-spinning eye.

Mona Lis-Ra - Mona Lisa / She-Ra

Someone has to use the power sword while She-Ra's a nightmare mutant abomination!

It's pretty straightforward, She-Ra torso and upper arms/legs, new finned female lower arms and legs, new tailed female pelvis, new head. She-Ra's gear plus some extras to be shape-shifted forms for the sword.

Savanti Romeo and Renet

They're just there They're already designed for this world. To justify it, they have... uh... Savante has the dragon blast dragon that was used with Ricky the Steamboat Dragon, and Renet has... uh.. the time staff thing Gwildor used. Yeah, that's the ticket!

Bonus Round: Obligatory A-Character Variants:

TechnoWizard Dontatello - Backdoor Donatello #1 figure.

Anti-Eternia Raphael - Archie Comics fans know why.

Mutant Teela - She's a snake, again! This time give her a real snake head and a tail guys.

Mutant Skeletor - Goat Skull head, goat legs.

That's it for now, but even though many of these are a stretch, I'm sure it demonstrates the blood isn't nearly squeezed from this stone.

#my druthers #unreality #tmnt #motu #turtles of grayskull #masters of the universe origins #mattel #fun #brainstorming

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