#and a big ol tank

[voidbeau]

I just woke up from a dream where my friend got eaten by a raptor or something.

We were in a mall where a giant ass snake and a raptor were being put on display and my friend and I were stopping by to take a look I guess, but for some reason both the snake and the raptor seemed unnervingly interested in us and the enclosure they were in was not well kept.

There were lots of holes on the netting above them and only a chain link fence to separate us.

Actually this was probably the world's worst set up for anything their size and they managed to slip out and me and my friend booked it the moment we realized they were looking to escape.

Unfortunately my friend got caught by the raptor in the mall stairwell and my ass did not stop for even a second so...

Rip dream friend, you were excellent bait. 😔✊

[aibouart]

thinking about how I wasn't really posting my adopts on here, even tho it's like most of what I do past few years. And I think partly it's because managing multiple accounts is a lot for me most days, but also Tumblrs weird culture around artists making money. Like if I posted the designs and said they were my OCs then people are fine, but the MOMENT I say "adopt" or "sale" then suddenly no one dares interact. As if it's some kind of curse to do so.

You can like (and even reblog) my adopts, or comms, or sale banners if I ever posted those, if you like the art and I won't take it as you wanting to spend money. I promise you it's really not as awkward as everyone makes it out to be.

Art is art is art, price tag or not.

[fisheito]

edmond olivine......... farm sounds edition tiny tsun obsessed with girlfriend 4x his (cup_ ) Size....

[impossible-rat-babies]

almost every time i run roulettes im reminded of pls do not do any action but run around after i rez u especially if its in an aoe u get a little grace period of being invul

[spideraquarium]

29 gallon, 8 months ago...

Good lord do plants grow if you give 'em a bit of light and aquasoil!

(also the loaches do like to burrow so much they more the entire half a ship along)

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

Fake pep can make babies?

(I answered this earlier here! But yes, some can have babies, including Pep

The clone in the footage of the last post is not Pep tho)

[obsidian-vineyard84]

A gaggle of sillies/j

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

creative mode subnautica i am invincible and my base is so pretty and there is nothing wrong with my brain

[needsmoreexplosions]

when i eat Potion of Feel Bad for breakfast and then I feel bad

[cyberhai]

Oh yeah pit bulls are so evil and scary one time my buddies pit bull was so hyped to see me again that she scratched the everloving shit outta my leg and knocked me flat on my ass trying to sit her tank sized self in my lap

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

I'm assuming that we are going off Final Fantasy summon rules.

if we’re mutuals feel free to use me as a powerful summon during a tough battle 

[birb--birb]

Give your bbys good head skritches for me today, my dear lizard man went to the big desert in the sky and I miss him already

[phobiaexists]

I want to like sit down and have someone show and ramble to me about their fish or shrimp tank setup so bad.

[lycantherous]

Hm. Do I try and get rid of as many possessions as I can to make space for a fish tank or should I just move ? 🤔

[starry-bi-sky]

The world blurs into a mess of oil smears as Danny's stolen away into Gotham's smog-smudged skies and sickly yellow light, and he clings onto the shadow of a man he met like a lifeline. It is a lifeline for all he cares, as they get further and further away from Vlad.

Half his face is smudged into the man's body armor, and Danny's only partly aware of the blood he's smearing onto the... fabric? The material -- on his shoulder. He's got half a mind to apologize. He doesn't.

Instead, through the loud whistling of the wind, Danny mutters a string of slurry, delirious "thank you's" on a repetitive loop. He's not even sure if he can be heard, but the terror in his heart turns into pained relief anyways.

Flying always makes him feel better -- the chill, the pressure, the weightlessness -- and it feels even better now. For a moment he can forget that Vlad stuck blood blossom extract into his veins. He sighs out, eyes closing, and almost regrets it when blood covers his teeth.

His reprieve is broken a cruel, few moments later when they land on a rooftop with a sharp -- at least to him -- drop, and with it so does his stomach. The hand splaying against his back jostles him curtly.

"Hey," The shadows whisper, Danny blinks his eyes sluggishly open, and blearily sees the white reflectors of the man's eyes looking at him. "Keep your eyes open."

"Sorry." He murmurs, nose scrunching up as nausea roils unpleasantly in his stomach. He licks his lips again, his blood is drying on his skin, and it feels like paint sticking onto him. It's uncomfortable. "The wind f'lt nice."

They're running across the rooftop, the jostling movement only makes him feel worse. But the shadows said to keep his eyes open, and Danny figures that's a pretty smart idea considering Danny's predicament. But he's going to vomit if he keeps looking at the world spinning around him...

He makes a mental compromise and buries his face into the crook of the man's neck, clawing at his shoulders to try and keep purchase. He latches his fingers onto the cape and despite his trembling arms, refuses to let go.

Danny only turns his head when there's a sharp pain in his lungs, he presses his forehead into his shoulder and coughs blood over his pauldron.... oops. "Sorry," he repeats, voice hoarse, "'m gettin' blood on you..."

"Hn. It'll come off." He's told, and Danny blinks lazily again, nodding curtly. The man's voice sounds nice, as raspy and soft as it is. But before he can tell him that, they're in the air again, the wind whistling in his ears.

Danny relishes in it, but keeps the thought in the back of his mind. Up until they land again, and as another wave of sickly nausea and pins-needles pain washes over him like the tide, he blurts out; "I like yr'voice."

...He doesn't get a response back.

Danny drifts in and out of consciousness, with the Night jolting him awake every so often with a sharp, quiet reminder to keep with him. Danny doesn't bother deigning a real verbal response to that beyond wordless grumbles and mumbles. A few times he stops to cough up his lungs -- even once gagging on air like a cat trying to spit up a hairball. Nothing comes out, and Danny is more embarrassed and exhausted than he is anything else. He wants to vomit, but he's terrified of what might come out if he does.

The man picks up greater speed after that.

Eventually they leave the roof to the stars -- as hidden as they are amongst the sickly clouds -- and drop down into an even darker alleyway than the one Danny found the horned man in. They land on something, and the man slides them off onto the ground.

There's a gentle hissing sound, and Danny opens his eyes just as the man places him in a leather seat and straps him in. "Wh're w'goin?" He asks, lolling his head to the side to peer up tiredly.

"Somewhere I can help you."

Danny already knows he was doing this to help him -- the man wouldn't have taken him away from Vlad otherwise. But still, he can't help the tears pooling up in his eyes and beading on his eyelashes; threatening to drip down his face and mix into the blood.

There's a lump in his throat that he swallows down with a side of copper, but he manages a smile. He can't get the words out, but he hopes the man can see the hope in his eyes.

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[bittersweetblasphemy]

FISH QUESTION

random not regular blog content related topic:

we're looking into getting guppies for the little one as a reward for potty training (since they're a little behind on it and this is something they actually asked for and seemed excited about so 🤞 on this finally being the motivation they need) and i just wanted to ask if any of yall had any tips regarding their care.

quick things to note for the worried fish lovers:

we (husband and i) will be the main caretakers, not our toddler lol

we'll be using a full tank setup, 5 gal for 5 same sex guppies (my research so far has indicated that this should be fine but please do correct me if this isn't the case) and maybe a snail or two

i am doing my own research in the meantime, but you never know when there's a useful tip that doesn't make it into the usual care guides