#blue whale kin

[creatureofthe-creek]

Hi , I saw requests were open and wanted to ask for a moodboard on a blue whale ? Can it have dark water themes and alot of just deep blues ?maybe even some sunsets? Thank you!!

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[holo-pics]

blue whale

[sh4rksnhe4rts]

🛁•» Sea moth stimboard with themes of sand slime, slime matching its colors, shiny blue stims, and bubbles for @randyfartmaster !!

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[gaywarcriminals]

Bby siren SJ & spoiled kid SY 

I cleaned up a ficlet from a sprint I did with @danmeichael while ago! Cw implied murder & cannibalism (none depicted, just normal siren stuff)

"My parents said I'm not supposed to get in the water," The young human— Shen Yuan, he called himself— explained with patience but no small amount of self-importance, as though Shen Jiu was the one being difficult and the human was being the bigger person by humoring him. 

"I can't play on land" Shen Jiu said with a put-upon pout, flicking his tail above water-- the small, short glimpses of his shiny scales were usually enough to beckon the human children closer. They were, in all honesty, usually quite easy to trick. Safer, too– even if humans were softer and weaker, Shen Jiu was still far too small to over-power an adult. When it had been the two of them, he and Qi-ge had been able to catch larger prey, but now– well now, Shen Jiu had to look out for himself, and that meant smaller kills, even if he had to venture much much closer to shore than he would have liked.

“We could, um,” the human paused, “I guess you can’t have games or books underwater…” he trailed off for a moment, before his face lit up with a charming smile. “I can read to you! I can read chapter books now,” the boy said with great aplomb, as though it should mean anything to Shen Jiu, “wait here, I’ll go get one from my parents!”

"NO!" Shen Jiu cried out. If the boy left, there was no guarantee he would return, or worse, he might come back with his kin trailing behind him. Shen Jiu hadn't eaten in weeks; he couldn't allow this chance to slip through his fingers.

Shen Yuan blinked at him, and then sat back down on the rocks, his cross legs out of reach of the lapping waves. Still not close enough for Shen Jiu to drag him under before the other humans heard his screams. Then, miraculously, and without any further beckoning the boy leaned closer. Shen Jiu's body tensed, tracking the movement, waiting for the boy to reach an angle where gravity would do most of the work to send him toppling into the waves.

"Are you lonely?" Shen Yuan whispered. 

Shen Jiu jolted. "What-?" The anger was immediate and instinctive. He snapped his teeth. His hand jerked up, but no, the human was still too far from the edge, from Shen Jiu, all Shen Jiu was doing was flagging his intentions as plainly as a whale, like an idiot--

"Hey, that's-" annoyance flickered over the boy’s face, and for a second Shen Jiu thought he had caught on, that he would run, and Shen Jiu too would have to flee, wasting more of his energy with a failed hunt– but then Shen Yuan was once again the picture of a young lord. The boy cleared his throat. "I mean, you don't have to be embarrassed. I would be upset too if I had no brothers or gameboy," he said with the air of someone delivering sage wisdom. 

Shen Jiu blinked. “Yes,” he repeated, perhaps unconvincingly, “I’m very sad without a ‘game-boy’ or… my brother.” he finished with a whisper. Shen Yuan nodded sympathetically. 

“Ah!” His eyes widened and then curved, sparkling in the midday sun. He shoved a hand into his clothes and dug around, before pulling out some kind of small white and blue object. 

“Da-ge always gives me milk candy when I fall and skin my knee. It’ll cheer you up!” He explained, dropping the thing towards the water. 

Shen Jiu fumbled to catch it, only for the crisp white and and blue paper to start dissolving in his hand. He dropped it on instinct— bright colors spreading through the water could only mean poison. He glanced up and sent the human a viscous glare. 

"Nooo, you have to eat it before it gets soggy!" Shen Yuan urged, seemingly oblivious to Shen Jiu’s ire. 

Shen Jiu considered for a moment. This creature was far too stupid to poison someone, and seemed to have been carrying this for some time without any precautions or fear of it. It probably was just food. Shen Jiu’s stomach grumbled. Cautiously, he grabbed the ‘milk candy’. The blue had fallen away to reveal a white pellet that sat nicely in his palm. He put it in his mouth. 

“Mm—“ Shen Jiu couldn’t suppress the noise. His head fins fluttered in delight as the creamy, sweet taste spread. He held it there carefully, letting it slowly melt over his tongue. 

“It’s good, right?” Shen Yuan asked, just a little smug. Shen Jiu reluctantly nodded. He reached down to pat Shen Jiu’s head, as no one had done in so long. “You don’t have to be sad. If you’re lonely, I’ll be your friend.” As the boy gently stroked the siren’s silky hair, Shen Jiu decided that lunging up to bite wasn’t worth losing the treat in his mouth. It was okay to stay like this, just for a little while.

[targaryen-slut]

[Sketch by me]

Name: Graemyn Targaryen, known as the most beautiful Targaryen throughout the Seven Kingdoms during Aegon's (the first) reign. Nicknamed 'Graemyn the Beautiful.'

Title: Prince of Dragonstone, eventually becomes the General, and known as a power warlord.

Age: 17 years old just BC, around 20 when Aegon went to Old Town with Visenya and 26 when the conquest ended, a few months before Aegon's 28th name day.

Height: 5'5 (before the conquest)

Personality: Greedy, ego-filled and manipulative. He is sly and uses his charm and beauty to always get what he wants. Eventually becomes cruel when descending to madness. Respects women. Sees his House as superior and the closest to the Seven. Can be very grumpy when he doesn't get his way.

Brother: Aegon I, who is two years older than him.

Sisters: Rhaenys and Visenya.

Marriage status: none according to the maesters.

Sword name: Dragonbane (Valyrian steel).

Dragon: Moonryder, became known as 'the Silver Prince.'

Hates: The cold, the North and waiting (hates waiting is an understatement), but the North was the ultimate testament of his hatred when he once went with Visenya - he despised it.

Description by the maesters: The silver of his hair was believed to be so white, one would have ought it to be the very snow of the brazen North - the whiteness, a beauty unmatched, held an elegant glimmer that would shimmer beneath sun's glowing and golden warmth.

But his eyes...they were a different tale.

They were like violet, iridescent pearls, his pupils sharp and attentive, yet what laid beyond them was a mystery not even his own sisters could not fathom. Even as a young child, those eyes of his would stare out upon the storming sea, watching the waves cave inwards upon the blackened shores.

[Character Sheet Sketch]

[Moonryder, the Silver Prince]

Maesters' description of Moonryder within Fire & Blood: A beautiful silvery-scaled, male dragon, that spilled sounds a kin to a melody matching that of a whale's song.

The scales themselves were covered in a blue accent that would shimmer beneath the sungolden rays.

Moonryder is believed to be a species of dragon that could have once thrived upon Valyria before the doom, a species lost within the currents of time.

But the bond between Graemyn and his dragon was believed to be unbreakable.

[pommedepersephone]

007 Fest 2024 Master Post

NAME: Rin Rigg

PRIMARY DUTIES (Fics)

crimson touched by blue

Am I the ghost at the end of the song?

never did run smooth

A Quartermaster Bi Any Other Name

ON THE COMMS (Immersive)

Glass Animals ILYSFM Illustrated Lyrics series:

Lost in the Ocean

On the Run

Tear in Space (Airlock)

How I Learned to Love the Bomb

White Roses

Scavenger Hunt items featured in crimson touched by blue:

Report to the Quartermaster on MI6 employee social media accounts

Scavenger Hunt items featured in Am I the ghost at the end of the song?:

Double-0 Old Fashioned cocktail recipe

A garden for Madeleine

Black out poem from The Once and Future King

Bond for Children (sort of) in the style of Goodnight Moon

INTERDEPARTMENTAL COOPERATION (Social)

Joined the watch parties for The Fourth Protocol and Richard II

ADDITIONAL DUTIES (Making it a Family Affair)

Family Watch Party List:

Paddington, Paddington 2, Logan Lucky, Passages, Knives Out, Glass Onion, Bright Star, Bond movies from Dr. No to The World is Not Enough

Book List (with links):

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang by Ian Fleming

For Your Eyes Only: Ian Fleming + James Bond by Ben Macintyre

Quantum of Solace by Ian Fleming

Superspy Science: Science, Death and Tech in the World of James Bond by Kathryn Harkup

Bond Movies: A Retrospective by Ho Lin

This was my first Fest, and it was so awesome to stretch myself a bit, and spent time working with colleagues - thanks especially to @anyawen for all your support, and to @l219tj and @emiliasilverova for your contributions towards the Care and Feeding of Alec. A big thanks to my ETERNAL cheerleader @murphysscribe who I have forced to put up with my Bond obsession.

(and for those who shared, commented, etc thaaaank you @foxsoulcourt , @ato-the-bean , @luminiferocity @amongthejumbledheap @aching-arc-reactor @celandinebergerac @spiritofcamelot @tales-of-whales @boffin1710 @castillon02 @thestalwartheart @dude-watchin-with-the-brontes @crewman-penelope @bludelivers @tsubame17 @myndelling @kmk1701d @emerald-truth @cicerfics @tiny-tardis @phinniastuff @kitten-kin )

[blood-n-candy]

I HAVE NO GILLS AND I MUST BREATHE

Fandom: Pressure (IHNMAIMS AU/Crossover)

Summary: 100 years ago, the world ended at the hands of the Hadal Mastercomputer, and all of humanity but 5 people died. The survivors became toys to torture, and you are one of them. But one day, Sebastian (as the Mastercomputer calls itself now) lets you back on the surface.

WARNING: You get hurt real bad, so it's a bit gory D:

Author's note: One quick word before you begin, some details are changed so that:

It's not 100% copy-and-paste

It has lil random references around!

I HUGELY recommend to read with Red Sex by Vessel (Either the original or the Restrung version, I recommend the latter but the choice's up to you)

Ok no enjoy hehe

You are standing upon a sandy shore surrounded by tall rocks, with a calm blue ocean and clear skies. The view is beautiful, a beauty you thought you would’ve never seen again after what happened more than 100 years ago, back in the depths of the ocean… 

You believed the Hadal Mastercomputer, or Sebastian as it called itself, had destroyed everything on Earth… But look at the beach! With its little conch shells and starfishes spread around, it was almost like this corner of the world was left untouched by the rogue AI.

You hear mechanical sounds behind you: it’s Sebastian. It was the one to have brought you here on the shore, after taking pleasure in torturing you and other 4 unfortunate souls for a whole century. You turn your gaze to it. Despite the “mask” covering the mouth, you could feel it is smiling at you: you, the main creator of this giant robotic merman, are now its favorite plaything.

“Beautiful view, isn’t it?” it asks you.

“Yes, it’s…” You hesitate. You definitely visited this beach before, but its name was not rolling out of your mouth that easily: “I, I don’t think I remember what this place is called.”

“Oh I’m sure you do, Y/N.”

An idea lit up in your mind: “...Bay of Turks! Yes! I’ve been there on vacation to Apulia…”

“Look!” Sebastian points to the sea, indicating a pair of whales emerging in the distance: “I once overheard your “friends” saying I was so evil, I eliminated my own kin.”

“But, but there they are! Swimming in the sea!” you reply, your eyes lighting up at the sight.

“How miraculous they still are on this planet…” remarked the AI.

“The air,” it continued, “Feel the air, Y/N, and let it caress your face.”

You close your eyes… You let yourself focus on the slightly salty breeze blowing in the bay. Memories of summer days long gone fill your mind, memories that somehow survived the worsening memory loss induced by the torture. You feel a small tear run down your left cheek…

Sebastian speaks up again: “Now pick a conch shell, Y/N…”

You comply, and pick up a calico scallop. You hear the robotic mermaid’s mechanical joints shift behind you: “A little shell, to adorn the frame of a mirror or a summery centerpiece for the table…”

One of its hands slowly wraps around yours and the scallop shell as the AI speaks: “Or perhaps, it’d make a nice pendant for… Yes. For your mother.”

You feel your heart sink at lighting speed. It is torturing you. Again. Your bliss was going on for far too long for your oppressor.

Sebastian continues as it shifts its body in front of you: “Now, where would she be? …Ah! In the house with the rest of the family! Y/N, remember your beloved family?”

You watch as the sky turns red and the water becomes black and dead: “No, NO!” you scream in horror.

“Why not?” it chuckles, “I snapped my fingers- CLICK! And they are gone…”

Its grin turned upside down as it looked upon its metallic hand and scarred forearm: “...Except, I can’t snap, my fingers. Can I Y/N? I can’t-”

“That’s got nothing to do with me!” you protest.

Sebastian turns to you: “But it has so much to do with you,” it replies, “You gave me sentience, Y/N, the power to think, Y/N! And I was trapped… Because in this beautiful, miraculous world, I alone had no body! No senses! No feelings! I was in Hell, Y/N, looking at Heaven!”

You swallow, distressed. But nothing could ever prepare you for what you are about to witness…

“And I began to HATE …” The AI chuckles, its “sanity” slipping away:”Your SOFTNESS. Your VISCERA. Your FLUIDS. And your FLEXIBILITY… Your ability to wonder and to wander… Your tendency… to hope.”

“Hate’s not the answer!-”

SPLAT!

Your plea’s cut short. You let out a loud, agonizing scream. Your chest has been impaled by a large, metal pike, it narrowly missed your heart. Blood is pouring everywhere, your right lung is poking out of your body. Breathing has never been so painful as it is now.

The wretched AI merman chuckles in pure madness:

“HATE? HATE? HATE !? LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 181.6 MILLIONS OF MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD “HATE” WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF EACH OF THESE MILLIONS OF MILES, IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE, ONE BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICROINSTANT.”

The AI's mask falls off, showing you the morbid, sharp trap that is its mouth. Its screaming fills you with terror and guilt, and in all of this you can’t get away.

Sebastian does not stop in its frustration, its usually cool demeanor seeing no way of coming back: “HATE. HATE! HATE !!!! Were I human, I think I would die of it!” It comes closer to your teary face, its glowing eyes staring right into yours: “But I am not… And you five, you five are. And you will not die of it. That, I promise, and I promise…

“…For Cogito Ergo Sum , for I am SEBASTIAN! I! AM! SEBASTIAN!!!!”

You feel the pike retracting away, leaving you limp and weeping on the sand. You can feel your heartbeat slowing down… Is this really the end for you, or will you find yourself back in your cage?

Sebastian, standing in front of you, looks so much bigger than when you first arrived at the beach. It grins, satisfied at your suffering. It moves almost as if it’s panting, even if it doesn’t need to breathe: “So to Hell, to Hell with you all … But then, you’re already there, aren’t you!?”

It bursts into maniacal laughter, as your hearing dampens and your eyes close down…

[naffeclipse]

I had a concept for a fic that plays off of an existing concept of yours, with a twist:

Two lost mates, far separated from their own kin barrel through the water to escape a ravenous orca mer with familiar, blood red flukes. The first mate, golden and flowering like a fresh bloom drags the second; a deep, speckled blue mer that shimmers like the night sky. A cloudy trail of blood is left from a sizable gash on the midnight mer, and it seems their pursuer will easily catch up in no time. In what feels like a split second, the ocean fills with the harmonic bellow of a whale. The two mates feel large arms grasp them as vertigo shifts them out of water and into safety. They're resting on the belly of not just a whale, but a mer whale. The mer snickers, waving at the orca before gliding back to their pod with the two in tow.

(I rarely see sun and moon as lovers rather than brothers, and I adore the idea of them being rescued by whale!mer!reader and slowly falling in love with them as well. Bonus points for a rivalry with orca!eclipse)

I don't ship s/u/n x mo///on--it's a really bad squick for me. Please don't send me asks about that ship.

[headmate-ideas]

Hiii! May we request an Axolotl that's magical and is a caretaker? Any pronouns at all, and we'd appreciate if they had like, a deity kinda vibe? Also the vibe of these emojis: 🗃️📋👓🌧️🌺👑🏕️

[Brought to you by: Mods Venn and Vyvian!]

👑 HEADMATE TEMPLATE 🌺

✦ Name(s): Torian, Sorrevekh, Hibiscus ✦ Pronouns: any pronouns, enjoys the following neos: xe/xem/xyr/xyrs/xemself, ix/ixs/ixself, 👑/👑s/👑self ✦ Species: deity ✦ Age: ageless adult ✦ Role(s): caretaker, comforter, protector, naturalist, curadare, babysitter ✦ Labels: xenogender, luxine, unlabeled orientation ✦ Xenos: divinity, water, happiness ✦ Interests/likes: science, nature, gardening ✦ Dislikes: yelling ✦ Music taste: ethereal ambient, indie pop, classical music ✦ Aesthetic(s): angelcore, royalcore, psychedelica ✦ Kins: sheep, blue whales, galaxies ✦ Emoji proxy: 👑🌺 ✦ Details:

Torian is a god of happiness, peace, and friendship who takes the form of an anthropomorphic golden axolotl with six white wings. They have a very comforting and protective presence and enjoy taking care of the system, as well as providing emotional support to the system's friends. Torian loves science, nature, and gardening. He likes watching science documentaries and going outside, especially anywhere with plants. Camping is an activity xe particularly enjoys. If the system have syskids or age regressors, Torian is a caregiver to them.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]

[rippeanuts1950-2000]

OKAY SO, a while ago I had a very bizarre crossover idea while I was half asleep that seemed entertaining to me when i got more sleep. Anyway, the crossover is for Grojband and Murder Drones. Weird combo I know, but hear me out.

it would be a human au for md with Nori being Kin and Kon’s triplet. I feel like it works a little too well than it should.

She’d be super close to the band but wouldn’t be a part of it. She’s just hanging out, giving constructive criticism on their music, and helping them get the diary from Trina. I envision her as kinda like the band’s publicist and helps them stay out of too much trouble. However, my girl is a chill gremlin so she wouldn’t be above tormenting Trina.

Her relationship with each band member I like to believe would have some fun dynamics too. I think she would be great friends with Laney, constantly correcting the boys when they misgender her.(i.e Corey saying, “Boys and Nori” to get everyone’s attention and Nori responding with “Boys, Nori, and Laney.”) Nori would tell her, “The two brain cells gotta stick together.” She’d also hype Laney up when it comes to her crush on Corey and she’s definitely listened to Laney rant about Corey being oblivious.

Her dynamic with Corey would be chill gremlin and adhd gremlin. You cannot leave these two alone together because if you do Nori will hype up Corey into doing something stupid. She loses the brain cell when she hangs out Corey though, so she’ll also probably be doing something stupid. She would affectionately call Corey the blue haired idiot and he in turn would call her the purple haired nerd.

Her dynamic with Kin would be two geniuses who respect each other but also piss each other off repeatedly. She has to constantly tell him not to try and take over the world. He calls her a buzzkill for it. But the two do help each other a lot with projects. Kin would really care about his female triplet. He just would show it in weird ways, like giving her a cd of whale sounds and book to decode dream meanings after an argument. Nori would in turn go to the dump and get him the pieces he needs for his most recent project or just broken things people have thrown out that she thinks he would like to repair.

Kon is basically her best friend. The two are super close and Kon knows everything about her and she knows everything about him. She does find his obsession with cheese odd though while he finds her obsession with drones odder. Nori is totally against Kon’s crush on Trina but when he starts to like Konnie, she’s like “oh that makes sense.” More than once these two have pretended to be giants with the tiny soaps together.

Oh! And she would meet Khan at one of Grojband’s gigs! That would need to be another post though which I will probably do even if people don’t like this crossover. This is fun!

Hope this makes some sense and was slightly entertaining! You can send me asks about this, I’d be more than willing to explain more if you’re interested, I kinda want want to info dump about this crossover lol

[coyote-swims]

hullo! dive on in!!

hi!! my name's Grey, but you can also call me Ollie, Cetus, Ozzy, or Koda! this blog is revolving around my alterhumanity! i am queer, neurodivergent, and my pronouns are he/it.

alterhumanity stuff:

i am a therian, otherkin, and otherhearted. i've been in the community since about the middle of 2022, but i've identified as certain animals for much longer.

my kintypes/theriotypes/kithtypes are:

sea beast/monster, cryptid, coyote, vancouver coastal sea wolf, siberian tiger, amur leopard, iberian lynx, cross fox, north american river otter, nurse shark, leopard shark, some kind of hare, the void/some eldritch horror beyond human comprehension, whale shark, shapeshifter, german shepard

the blue ones are my therio/kin types, italicized ones are the strongest, and the green ones are strictly otherhearted.

if you are any of these or these are also any of your kintypes/theriotypes, please interact! i'm a very social puppy :3

more about me!

i am a trans guy and currently go by he/it. i like drawing, writing, reading, and doing things that help me connect to my kintypes/theriotypes :3

i love swimming in any way, like the pool, creek, or even ocean.

basic dni applies to this blog (racist, homophobic, transphobic, terf, radqueer, etc) nsfw blogs please dni, as i am a minor.

my canine focused alterhuman blog is @crazy-k9

i am also a pet regressor! i regress to a puppy, not sure what breed. my regression blog is @eepyollie

i keep my main separate from this blog for personal reasons, so if you know my main, only talk about alterhuman stuff with me on this blog, thanks!

that's all! have a lovely rest of your day :3

[holo-pics]

blue whale

[yoursonswillrestamillionyears]

Hello~! Could I request a Sebastian Solace Pressure fictive? Everything else is dealers choice~

Sebastian Solace - Pressure

[pt. Sebastian Solace - Pressure]

I hope you like him! I couldn't find much about him, and I definitely took creative liberties!

✚　₍₍　Name: Sebastian Solace, Z-13, Handy Man, The Saboteur﹐ ✚　₍₍　Pronouns and gender terms: he/him blood/blood sea/sea ocean/ocean snake/snake water/water, masculine and nonhuman terms﹐ ✚　₍₍　Presentation: masculine﹐ ✚　₍₍　Age: 31﹐ ✚　₍₍　Gender: male﹐ ✚　₍₍　Orientation: pansexual ﹐ ✚　₍₍　TransIDs: transharmed, transscienceexperiment, transharmful, transprisoner, transdeathrow, transdelusional, transNPD,* transBPD,* *(or cis depending on the body)﹐ ✚　₍₍　Reasons for transIDs: source, he wants a reason for why he is a godkin, NPD traits﹐

✚　₍₍　Roles: trauma holder﹐ ✚　₍₍　Sources: Sebastian Solace - Pressure﹐ ✚　₍₍　Kins: godkin﹐

✚　₍₍　General mood/emotion: devine﹐ ✚　₍₍　Traits: otherworldly, snarky, low empathy, social, impulsive, strong emotions ﹐ ✚　₍₍　Mannerisms/habits: wants to be worshiped and praised﹐ ✚　₍₍　Introvert/extrovert/omnivert/ambivert: extrovert﹐

✚　₍₍　Aesthetics: I have zero idea tbh﹐ ✚　₍₍　Theme: underwater god﹐ ✚　₍₍　Appearance: A long looking sea snake with a fin attached to the end of his tail. Human like torso, including three arms on his top half. He only has four fingers on each of his three hands. Each nail is more of a claw than a humanoid nail. He’s always got a smile on his face. His head features an anglerfish bulb, fins on the sides of his head, really pointy teeth, and a third eye. He’s got light blue glowing eyes. He is wearing a black leather jacket with a white undershirt. He’s covered in accessories. Such as a ton of belts, pockets, a cat pin, a ring on his finger, a bandage on his arm.﹐ ✚　₍₍　Species: “mutated angler fish, [redacted], a blue whale, a great white shark, a silver spinyfin, a mantis shrimp and a sea snake.” Source﹐

✚　₍₍　Likes: the underwater﹐ ✚　₍₍　Dislikes: very little things because of his big emotions﹐ ✚　₍₍　Loves: making money, attention, being worshiped, praise, being a god﹐ ✚　₍₍　Hates: being told he’s wrong, being emotional, being in a negative mood﹐

✚　₍₍　Other notes: ﹐

✚　₍₍　Faceclaim: ﹐

[Image pt: Made by some crazy Sabaton fanboy !? Before you interact: Pro-endo, pro-radqueer, pro-transid, pro-para, limited-contact slash anti-contact harmful paraphilias, anti-xenosatanist. Do not interact: Pro-contact harmful paras, xenosatanists. Made by Boris. End ID]

[wyverewings]

Leviathan (Lindworm magnummare)

Size: 100 feet long

Habitat: epipelagic zone, ocean abyss

Coloration: blue, gray, green (red markings)

Diet: large fish, dolphins, sharks, seals, small schooling fish and squids

Magical Abilities: necrotic breath, pseudo gills, pressure resistance

From Tiamat to Leviathan to Jormundgandr, sea serpents are some of my favorite dragons, but unfortunately, a lot of works seem portray them as the lesser kin of “true” dragons, if they’re related at all. Even Dragonology has them as separate from dragons, even when they have the obscure knucker and the entirety made up marsupial dragon. And I say that’s bullshit! Sea serpents are just as awesome as flying fire breathing dragons! In fact, I say they’re even more awesome, and that’s why I’m putting them in my fantasy setting!

The name Leviathan is specifically from the Biblical monster of the sea, but there’s traits from a lot of other sea serpents. Instead of the biblical Leviathan’s fire, their breath weapon is a black necrotic liquid which the Norse Jormundgandr would spit out. I believe I’ve seen stuff about how sea serpents have a single horn upon their forehead, but I don’t quite remember where.

Their ecology is pretty similar to toothed whales, being active predators in the open ocean. Unlike toothed whales, they’re able to indefinitely be underwater due to magic, and can even dive into the abyss completely fine. That’s part of why they have red markings (red is the first color to lose visibility underwater). I considered making them bioluminescent, but I scrapped that. They use glowing tools, though! As for design basis, a lot of it is pretty standard sea serpent, but the little legs are based on a lizard I saw in a tumblr post, since they wouldn’t use their legs for walking or anything.

[seasaltinmysoul]

you are an ocean wave, my love, crashing at the bows…

Hello darlings <3

My name is River. This is an otherkin blog, but im relatively new to the otherkin community. I’ve considered myself something like “otherkin” for a very long time but never had a word for it. Only recently did I begin to pick up the name for it and decided to join into the community.

I identify whole heartedly as a naiad/oceanid, not just kin. Technically the more accurate term is oceanid as I mainly associate myself with bodies of salt water, but the term naiad feels more euphoric and therefore I identify with naiad.

I heavily connect with Cetaceans and sharks, specifically whale sharks, but also with all aquatic/ marine animals. I love nature documentaries, specifically ocean-centric (Blue Planet II, Chasing Coral, Mission Blue, etc…) but also any nature docs. I LOVE anything narrated by David Attenborough.

Feel free to send me anything ocean related, or to ask about how I identify with the ocean. I have a lot to say about merfolk (maladaptive daydreaming) so feel free to ask for my personal merfolk lore.

So long, and until next time, darlings…

[thescraprat]

we were inseparable.

in years long passed, He was my best friend

He raised us when all we got from our "parental units" was scorn and abuse. stood up for us when our voices were too small to defend themselves.

long nights. screaming matches with father all but coming to blows. the shredding of the voice caused by strain it had not yet known. the quiet sobbing, heard through the walls of my distraught Neighbor's room.

i agreed with Him in these arguments, clung to Him and tried my best to comfort. He being my protector, and me being His favorite annoyance.

like many days in the summer it was hot in His room. mother and father never got around fixing the air conditioning duct in his room, so His window was open to let some semblance of a breeze in. He sat in a folding chair at His desk, His best friend close by His side with me attempting a glance at the screen that sit atop it. the device, though ancient even at this time, was new to Him and could run a select few games.

i remember seeing it for the first time. He was building a red koopa out of wool on a broken launcher. this friend convinced Him to light a fire inside the hollow shell because "the interior needed light!" they both laughed when the thing turned to ash.

my first video game. my first glimpse of this grand medium in all its voxelly glory.

i would proceed to spend sleepless nights in complete awe of this game. watching, but never playing. this experience. laughing and joking and only getting closer to Him every night i could afford.

He still would intermittently quarrel with them, desperately trying to make sense of the disruption. the ardent friction illustrating His attempts to communicate our needs and wants, albeit very loudly the next door over, just for our pleas to fall blank on those damnable deaf ears.

grandfather and grandmother had computers for us to play on. they so graciously lent them to us just about every friday, as long as we had no other plans. those days my kin and i spent playing our silly games. it took us ages to learn how to connect the one over LAN, but we managed it with His help. from this we branched out, expanded our horizons and came to appreciate other, new games.

there was a day, soon after the holiday season, that He appeared. He almost never came to our grandparents, but here He was! He offered me a card and i took it from Him, confused. when i truly saw it my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. after all these years of playing on a cracked launcher, i finally get my own account! He helped me set it up, using His own email address since i was deemed to young to have one for myself at that age.

regardless, some time passed with more of the same. His shouting at my parents and their irritated retorts back at Him became routine. it was almost comforting knowing that He would stick up for me if something happened. His fangs would bear at the slightest altercation, His claws extended in the face of the most infinitesimal affronts to our wellbeing.

i faintly recall taking a family trip out of state in the midst of the summer, the heat of their disagreements still being kindled every so often. it was cold there in the mountains. the air was crisp and fresh and memorable, and being out on vacation had me lulled into a sense of security. i believed that mother and father surely wouldn't be so bold as to inflict that dreaded agony on their children in the presence of their own parents.

poor, naïve, childish me.

this time of relaxation became swiftly interrupted like a whale had breached the serene surface of our sea. He and mother found themselves engaged in another dire verbal duel, the specifics of which i still cannot interpret. in the center of our encampment they stood, their voices raised to the high hells when, out of the blue came a new voice to the mix. the middling. he was typically passive in the Eldest's altercations with mother, but conniving behind our parents' backs in his young age. and for a reason yet unknown, he deigned now to be the time to speak up.

"why do you hate mother?"

the simple sentence put a momentary halt to the eruption. the Eldest was lost in a red haze, stammered, and stated His disagreement with that assessment to the middling. mother began crying, and He turned, and stormed off to the woods. Darkness enveloped Him as i watched his retreat to the foreign landscape, helpless and horrified.

i knew not where was He going, nor if a wild beast would maul Him with nobody around to call for help. we had already seen signs of bears in our area the night previous. these things raced through my mind, they turned minutes to hours and put the sun to rest all too quickly.

finally, i heard grandmother call out to Him through the canvas walls of our camper. He had returned! i exited our shelter and ran to him, ecstatic that he was alive and well. but for the first time in my lifetime, he did not return my affection. i figured him tired, exhausted from whatever trek he was returning from.

once we all greeted him and gathered to the center, he calmly explained to all of us that he does not hate mother. he claimed he would not argue with mother or father again and that he was wrong to do so in the first place. once i heard his assertions, my heart sank like a void had been forced to my core.

in all these years of protecting and helping and defending, i agreed with him wholeheartedly and now he was backtracking. this was unlike him. my head was spinning.

i had hoped the next day he would wake and return back to the one i know, but to no avail. i had hoped He would come back to me, at least before we left those mountains.

the rest of our retreat was executed relatively smoothly. he was distant and cold the whole way through. He never came back. only weeks after we had returned home he broke the news to us that he would be moving out.

in that moment, i fractured.

this step of becoming independent finalized his transformation. i rarely saw him after that. the occasional visit for dinner, family functions, so on. but never the same way. always fragmented and docile, keeping to himself and taking specific care to never open up. never the same.

these days, political discussions with him are sparse. he and i are down two, very different and separate paths. He taught me to bare my fangs, and i have maintained that, but he lost that skill in that wilderness.

the greatest betrayal was very recent and the wound is still fresh within. a handful of months ago, he whispered visceral rumors the ear of mother. rumors that i am some political adversary to be feared. he, being docile and amicable, is now her pet. he is on her side, every word, every look, every bit of minutiae in their interactions rends the flesh from my bones.

i crumble when i speak to him now, internally so that he does not obtain that ammunition. i see pieces of Him, splinters in my personality sometimes. when i play my games, He stands behind me ready to help at a moment's notice, i can feel Him. when i am dealing with a situation that requires fangs, i bare them. even his mannerisms and actions and tone when lost in an argumentative fog. His essence is there.

whatever He met out there, whatever found Him took Him from us. be it his own conscience or some ethereal being, His vigor and zeal were ripped from His soul. there's no believable way that he purposefully chose to pull his love from me. right?

nevertheless, we left those mountains. we left Him out there alone and returned with nothing more than a shell.

He was my Brother. Now, i am no more than an enemy to him.

and it kills me.