#but i did have to construct multiple tails

[fightingwithallreality]

Horses (1983) written by Rose Greydanus, illustrated by Joel Snyder

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

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[ghosts-and-glory]

I really really wanted to work on diverse character lineups and silhouettes so designs of my favourite followers. (Plus The Lamb)

I wanna keep the red on the design of every follower, Anubis seems as the only exception but she wears a red undershirt. It’s like the opposite of The Village, red is the safe colour in this cult.

And yeah that lamb drawing is familiar, this is one of the other character sheets I stole from for The Lamb and Narinder refs.

I wanna maybe do some more later. I should probably also give the ex bishops concrete follower designs too at one point.

I have my ramblings about Nobre, Nagre and Anubis here. Rambling about the other three under the cut.

Puar (They/He)

American Akita and Nobre’s younger sibling. He’s a trained doctor from Darkwood who got separated from Nobre and found by The Lamb after almost ten years. With their extended lifespan granted by The Lamb they’ve become one of the most skilled and multifaceted doctors alive.

Jamer (He/Him)

Bass from Anchordeep (who drives me fucking crazy.) He’s the main labourer and in charge of construction around the cult. He asked me once multiple times in a row to feed the same follower poop. (And yes I did it the first few times and when I finally said no, that was when Nobre rolled up to ask me the same shit)

Merarna (She/They)

Free-Tailed Bat from Anura. Fiercely independent missionary who would much rather be outside the cult ground on her own. They’re incredibly quick on their feet and wield a spear.

[paintedkinzy-88]

Let's take a step back (or rather, forward) and indulge my wandering mind. Behold! Bad Future Dragos!

I want it to be clear that these are at the... latest point in their lives (AKA, before they die) rather than all at the same time. The design choices are very deliberate in that case.

As always, off I ramble---

Raphael was often called the "Umbrella" of the Resistance, due to his habit of shielding those around him with his wings. He's always done this, ever since he was a dragonet, but the danger is much more real now, and he has a lot more people to protect. As it is, his wings are torn beyond repair. Unless he uses his Ninpo, flying is no longer an option. It's also because of this tendency to constantly throw himself into the front lines that he lost one of his legs. Lucky, Donnie was able to craft multiple prosthetics for him, as his size grew bigger and bigger each day, at a much faster rate than his brothers. Unfortunately, this also made him a bigger target, as he was the first Hamato casualty.

Speaking of Donnie, that serpent held the Resistance together, no doubt about it. He wasn't often put on the battlefield, as his skills were much more needed within their bases building defenses, weapons, armor, indoor gardens, and so much more. He was essential to their survival, working the hardest out of the group of engineers and construction workers they were able to recruit. However, after loosing his tail, back leg, and, temporarily, his voice to Krang hounds, he was kept strictly on base only, much to his dismay. With his focus so narrowed down to just build build build, Donnie created more and more pieces of tech to help him do so, like multiple Shelldon bodies and a constant supply of robot arms (that could of course be used as weapons in a pinch). In the end, keeping him so guarded didn't matter. When one of their hideouts was ransacked before they could escape, Donnie stayed behind to initiate a self destruct. He took out the sister Krang in the blast, as well as a sizable chunk of their army.

Leo was the seemingly fearless leader of the survivors, his way of words convincing countless people of all kinds to join their forces. He actually only took charge after Draxum's death, since the yokai had previous experiences in mass wars and lead them as well as he could prior to Leo. His fins have certainly seen better days, but swimming wasn't much of an option after a few years anyways, as the Krang eventually made the oceans far to toxic to be in. Eventually, with his fins so torn up, Donnie did make him prosthetic wings, as attacking from the air was such an incredible advantage. He also ended up taking one of Raph's old arms after a wound left them having to amputate, and resources to build a brand new one were slim pickings. Sadly, after Donnie's passing, there wasn't anyone with the same knowledge to fix and manage the wings, leading to them eventually just breaking off. Leo mostly uses them to stab aliens now.

Mikey gained a growing group of worshippers rather quickly. He hates it immensely, but his family finds it hilarious. With his mystic powers only gaining strength, and getting increasingly flashy as well, it wasn't too much of a surprise that people would see him as an angel, godlike figure, or deity. He was the heaviest hitter of the Resistance, even before Raph's passing, and spent any free time he had either speaking to their ancestors or helping people nurture the little remaining hope in their base. Despite being almost constantly on the frontlines of the worst battles, Mikey has the fewest scars.

AND, FINALLY: Heights. With a quickly added April to help out. Again, these are at the latest stage of their lives, because Raph would definitely have been Much Bigger Than That had he lived to be Leo's old man age.

(And Donnie has always been the taller twin. It's not his fault Leo had more time to gain a few inches on him.)

[fanon-elio]

By your side.

Part 5

Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has developed a crush on you. So while you and him were on a business trip, both of you were forced to confront your growing feelings for eachother.

Tag: Red Letter (Nsfw)

Minors DNI

Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is not canon. You are responsible for the content you consume, so if the following warnings trigger you, you may read at your own risk.

Warnings: Smut, oral (giving+receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, unprotected sex, pinning, biting(like a lot), a bit possesiveness, mating press, breeding kink, creampie, multiple rounds, reader and lycaon are dirty minded, lycaon is a service top, mentions of blood, shower sex, some small fluff.

(Please inform me if I have forgotten any)

Other warnings: lowkey my first fanfiction, so bare with me here. (T^T)

This part is once again a bit longer than the others.

This fic contains a lot of scenarios written in Lycaons pov cuz i eat this shit up for breakfast

I apologize for any mistakes you may find. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Honestly i really gotta do some self-reflecting after this part. The fact that my mind was actually able to come up with something so grafic shocks me a bit.

Once again, this part contains explicit sexual themes. Minors DNI!!

Enjoy!

"Master, please allow me to make love to you" Lycaon was suprised by his own confidence.

He hoped he hadn't misjudged the situation. The seconds of silence between you two felt like hours, but he kept eye contact with you. Finally you spoke, barely above a whisper "please do" and he let out a sigh of relieve as he dove straight back to kissing you, unzipping your dress as he did so.

He felt immense satisfaction course through his veins like hot lava when he drank in the sight of you as his clawed fingers found the clasp of your bra. You put a hand on his shoulder, gently halting his actions, he looked concerned for a second, wondering if he had overstepped a line already "Is something the matter? We can stop if y-" he started but you interrupted him "no I want to continue it's just" you reached for his cheek again and he leaned into your touch "I just want to make sure this is what you want too, I don't wan't to preassure you into anything, to make you feel like you owe it to me" he chuckled as he gently grabbed your hand, slowly guiding it from his cheek down to his exposed chest.

His fur was as soft as silk as your fingers ran over his pecks, down to his abs, and stopped at his clothed crotch. You blushed as you felt his straining errection through his pants "I hope this is enough of an answer" he replied playfully, groaning as you gave his bulge a little squeeze.

He stood up suddenly, leaving you confused for a second, but when he pulled you to the edge of the sofa and got on his knees, his intentions became very clear to you. He hooked his fingers under the straps of your panties as he once again found your gaze, silently asking for permission to continue - to cross that line.

You nodded, and he pulled your panties off, gently spreading your legs. His mouth began to water when he looked at your pussy, his tail thumping against the ground to visualize his growing excitement as he licked your inner thigh. Slowly getting closer to where you needed him. You yelped a bit when he moved your legs up to your chest, gently holding them in place. Your eyes remained fixxed on him, shivering a bit when you felt his breath against your exposed sex.

He started slow, planting a tender kiss against your clit before licking a long stripe up your folds, immediately making you see stars, his groans of satisfaction turning you on even more. He circled your clit with his tongue before spredding your glistening folds, pushing his tongue inside. You let out a loud moan and it made his cock even harder as he ate you out like a beast starved, feeling the way your walls moved around his tongue. You tried to move your legs, wanting to wrap them around his face, but to no avail. There was no fighting his iron grip, all you could do was watch him as he tongue fucked you, sometimes pulling out to suck on your clit. He felt you twitch with every movement of his tongue inside your pussy, completely lost in the act of pleassuring you "Lycaon wait I'm close" you said but it didn't fully register to him. He pushed your legs down harder, practically immobilizing you as he picked up his pace.

He wanted you to cum, he wanted you to cum all over his tongue, he wanted to make you scream from pleassure. And so you did, as your orgasm hit you full force. You burried your fingers in Lycaon's hair, pulling him even closer to your pussy as he obidiently swallowed everything you gave him. You shook as he continued to lick your puffy folds, seemingly to pussy drunk to think straight "Lycaon wait" you almost sobbed, but he didn't seem to hear you, continuing to suck on your overstimulated clit. "its too much" you said, gently pulling on his hair to get his attention. Finally he seemed to return to reality, ceasing the assault on your poor cunt. "Apologies, it seems i got carried away" he responded and you pulled him up by his collar so he was ontop of you, crashing your lips against his and tasting the remnants of your climax on his tongue. "OK, your turn" you responded, motioning him to get up and sit down.

He felt nervousness bubble up again as you positioned yourself between his spread legs. His tail continued to thump excitedly against the sofa as you unbuckled his belt. "May I?" You ask and he swallowed "you may" he responded, giving you the permission you needed. You pulled his pants down, freeing his cock from its confines as it slapped against his lower abdomen. Your eyes widened as you took in his sheer size "please, don't force yourself to take it, i don't want you to hurt yourself" he replied, feeling a strange sense of pride as he watched you marvel at his cock. "Can I still try?" You asked him so innocently, carefully wrapping a hand around his shaft, and who was he to deny you what was yours "its all yours" he replied, gently caressing your head, hissing when your tongue made contact with the head of his cock. His gaze never left your form, carefully watching all of your movements as you tongue ran over his weeping tip. He let out a moan when you put it fully in your mouth, and that gave you the confidence boost you needed. Slowly you swallowed his full member, trying not to gag as he moved down your throat. Lycaon was in awe as he watched you, you actually managed to take him completely, his cock twitched in response to his suprise, and he thinks he has fallen even harder in love with you. Slowly you bopped you head, circling your tongue around his member "are you alright he asked?" Through heavy breathing "I'm ok don't worry" you replied and he gritted his teeth when you began pumping his cock with your hand. You knew he was close, and you were ready to get payback for earlier.

You picked up your pace, fondling his balls with one hand, while the other continued to stroke him as you sucked on the head of his cock. His moans got louder, and you could hear his claws tearing through the material of the sofa "wait master I'm- " he started, and you used the oppertunity to take the reigns "cum" you comanded and he threw his head back, obeying immediately. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock while you mercilessly continued to jerk him off, his moans only adding fuel to your fire. Slowly he came down from his orgasm, twitching a bit when you gave his cock an experimental squeeze, noting how hard he still was.

It seems your Wolf was not yet done for the night, the thought of which excited you.

He looked at you "how do you feel?" You asked him "amazing" he responded, still trying to catch his breath. You once again stradeled his lap, gently grinding on his still overstimulated cock. You yelped in suprise when he picked you up, carrying you bridal style to his bedroom. He carefully layed you down on the soft sheets before he got on top of you again. He looked at you with a pleading expression, and you raised an eyebrow. You knew exactly what he wanted, but you wanted to hear it out of his mouth "what do you need, tell me" you said, and he leaned foreward, whispering into your ear "please let me fuck you" you gripped the sheets as he gently nibbled on your ear. You summoned all the courage you could muster "go on then" you said, moving your head to the side to give him full access to your shoulder and neck. He looked at you for a moment, as if questioning if you ment what he was thinking. You gently carassed his jaw, cautiously sticking your thumb into his maw, tracing his bottom fangs as you confirmed his thoughts "make me yours."

It was as if a switch was turned in Lycaon's head as he once again pinned you down, licking over the tender flesh of your neck.

Words can't describe how badly he wanted this.

He carefully opened his mouth, and you shuddered when you felt his canines ghost over your skin, an apology left his lip before he dug them into your shoulder. You yelped as you felt him suck on your skin, the small sting of pain making you even more drenched than before. He licked over your fresh bite mark, the taste of iron strong on his tongue as he gently carassed your thigh as another small apology for biting you so hard. Even though he secretly hoped it would leave a permanent mark.

You got on your hands an knees as he carefully brought his cock to your pussy, his tip nudging at your entrance. Your hands twisted into the sheets in anticipation, something he seemed to notice "tell me if it hurts and I will stop immediately" he said and you nodded. Your mouth fell open as you felt him slowly penetrating you, inch by inch "half way in already, almost there" he spoke through gritted teeth, your pussy having his cock in a strangle hold already.

Finally he bottomed out inside you, hitting that spot that turned your vision to static. You felt so deliciously full, and were embarassed by how close you once again were, even though he just put it in. Lycaon, ever so attentive, seemed to realize without you having to voice it, keeping still to give you time to adjust to him. He felt like he was in heaven, your pussy felt so warm and soft around his throbbing member.

He wanted to make you cum on his cock, to pleasure you even better than earlier, better than how you've ever been pleasured before. He wanted to fuck you so good that you'd never desire anyone else but him.

You wiggled your hips, giving him the sign to start moving. Slowly he pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in, your eyes started to water at the corners. You couldn't believe your luck that this was actually happening, and neither could he.

Lycaon gently carassed your back as he picked up his pace a little. He reached one of his hands down, taking one of your breasts in his hand. He was messmerized by how soft it was as he started to play with your nipple. His hand continued to trail down your body, finding your clit as he rupped gentle circles against it. He stopped for a moment, carefully repositioning himself, as he pressed his chest to your back. He sucked on your other shoulder, finally giving you all the hickeys he wanted to give you for so long. He wanted to litter your body with hickeys, you'd look so pretty covered in them from head to toe.

He felt you clench around him, it seems you were getting close again. He picked up his pace again, the squelching sounds of your cunt filling the room, fully capturing his attention. Your grip on the sheets tightened "faster please, it feels so good" you called out to him, and he wouldn't make you ask twice "as you wish master." He laced his fingers with yours as he started plowing into you at a volatile pace, your voice filling the room as you screamed his name. He already loved the way it sounded on your tongue, but hearing you scream it drove him almost mad. "Your cock feels amazing oh my god!" You praised, and he felt your pussy squeeze his dick harder, you were about to cum. "Please bite me again" you pleaded brokenly, tilting your head to expose you other shoulder, and he obliged, plunging his teeth into your tender skin. His tail wagged violently as he thrived on you allowing him to freely mark you like this, mark you so everyone knew you belonged with him.

You brokenly cried out his name as you came again, soiling the bedsheets beneath you, and he halted his movement, moaning at how tightly your cunt was holding onto him as he gently rubbed your clit through your orgasm. Lapping on your shoulder, he waited for you to come down from your high before gently speaking up "are you ok? Do you need a break?" He asked you, carefully running his hands up and down your thigh "please don't stop, you haven't cum yet" you told him, you looked over your shoulder and met his gaze "fuck me more please" you asked him, and he smiled at you, pressing a loving kiss to your neck "anything for you master."

He pulled out of you and you wanted to object, but your words got stuck in your throat as he turned you on your back, and put you into a mating press before quickly entering you again "please scream my name some more" he asked politely before continuing his volatile pace. His cock was so deep inside you, you could feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix with every punishing yet delicious thrust. It almost made you go insane, it didn't take long until you came again. You screamed out his name again as you came on his cock, your release squirting out, and drenching him. You could hear his balls slapping your ass while he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, and the impossible tightness of your cunt, sloppily kissing you to swallow all of your noises. He broke the kiss, and licked the tears off your face, thinking how pretty you were even when you were completely fucked out.

Lycaon couldn't tolerate a mess, but he started to love making a mess out of you.

He buried his face in your neck again, feeling himself slowly getting closer to his own climax. He felt his balls tighten as he started to moan louder, notifying you that he was going to finish soon "please let me cum in you y/n" he pleaded, and you let out an especially loud moan after you heared him call you by your name "let me breed your pussy please" he pleaded again, burying his head in your neck, desperate to fill you to the brim with his seed. You crossed your legs behind his back just above the base of his tail, catching his attention before you whispered in his ear "breed me Lycaon" which completely send him over the edge. After a few final strong thrusts, he pressed his cock as deep inside you as he could, drowning your womb with his cum, as your Name kept falling from his lips like a sinful chant. You felt the warmth of his seed as he throbbed and pulsed inside you. Your gaze landed on the Wolf thiren above you, mesmerized by his expression, by his half lidded eye, and his parted lips as he tried to catch his breath, revealing his pearl white fangs in a silent snarl. Clearly he enjoyed himself just as much if not even more than you did.

Lycaon himself was almost drooling from the sensation as he continued to pump his cum into your fluttering pussy. This was by far the most intense orgasm he has ever had in his entire life, nothing could ever compare to it. Especially not his hand when he would stroke himself to the thought of you underneath him like you were right now. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he came down from his high. You could feel his cock still throbbing inside your cunt, realizing that he was still painfully hard despite having cum twice already. He grabbed your hips before gently sitting both of you up, you brokenly moaned as his cock sank deeper inside you. You took in his disheveled appearence, it instantly reminded you of that night as you voiced out what you've been thinking the entire time "you're beautiful", your voice barely above a whisper. Lycaon let out a small whine as he started to slowly thrust up into you, kissing you apologetically as he tried to muffle your screams from being overstimulated. "I'm sorry, just one more load I promise" he told you, his cock squelching through the load he had already filled you with. He took one of your nipples in his fanged mouth, his canines gently tracing against the sensitive bud as he sucked on it "I'm close" you told him and he kissed you again. The kiss was sloppy and desperate, a mess of teeth and tongues as you both chased your final releases for the night. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, stronger than any other orgasm you had earlier, and you stopped thinking. Your head couldn't form a single coherent thought, and in the heat of the moment you opened your mouth, biting Lycaon's shoulder as hard as you could. It caught him off guard, and he grabbed your ass as he mercilessly impaled you on his length, his voice cutting through the fog in your mind as he repeated the same sentence over, and over "I love you y/n". Finally he let out a loud moan filling you once again to the brim with his release as you clamped down on his cock, milking him for all he's worth. But it was too much, and his cum slowly dripped out of your pussy as it ran down his pulsing shaft. Both of you breathed heavily as he looked at his shoulder, small red spots forming from your bite mark, and that was the moment he knew he had to marry you, no questions asked.

He gently layed your exhausted body down into the unsoiled sheets, wanting to get up in order to clean you both up, but you stopped him "stay" he turned his attention to you "we can clean up tomorrow" you said, your voice heavy with sleep, and exhaustion. He smiled lovingly, carefully lying down next to you as he pulled you into his soft embrace, his length however remained buried in you. He kissed your head, thanking you for letting him share this experience with you as the sensation of his soft fur slowly lulled you to sleep.

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Sunlight found its way through the parted curtains. Slowly your eyes cracked open, still heavy with sleep as your eyes fell on Lycaon, the Wolf thiren himself was still fast asleep. You reached a hand up, first caressing his cheek, and then slowly moving up to his ears, gently petting them, and gushing over how incredibly soft they were. You moved your hand to scratch behind his ear, and he let out a satisfied little grumble as his hold on you tightened ever so slightly. You heared his tail thumping against the mattress as you intently listened to the little sounds he made, only to be interupted by a familiar stretch as you felt his cock harden again. You stopped for a moment unsure of what to do now. You didn't want to wake him, he deserved his rest after how well he had fucked your brains out last night. Your hand ran down his chest again, gently groping his peck as you moved lower, letting your hands run over his defined abs. You bit your lip, slowly moving your hips while your hand continued to roam his body. You looked at his expression, noting how he furrowed his brow to the sensation of you fucking yourself on his morning wood. He moaned quietly as you tried to take him even deeper, moving your hand around to first run down his back, and then mischeviously grabbed a handfull of his ass.

You eyes fell on his eyepatch, and his muzzle, as you realized that he hadn't taken them off before he fell asleep. You couldn't help your curiousity from invading your mind, wanting to once again see him without them. Only this time you wanted to look at him properly. You pondered if you should ask him about it once he woke up, not realizing that the moment you thought about was just upon you. You halted your hip's movement when you felt his hand grab your thigh, gently kneading it "I wish you a good morning as well" he spoke, his voice low and filled with sleep. "M-morning" you said, feeling a tad bit embarassed that he had caught you red handed like this, even though you've been playing a risky game from the start, knowing that the sensation of your velvet walls could always break his slumber. "Sorry" you apologized, and he huffed feeling like teasing you a bit "what are you apologizing for master?" He asked, kissing you on the crown of your head. "You know... for..." you said, hoping he would understand what you ment without you having to voice it. But he deleberately played dumb, something you noticed "I'm sorry it seems I don't quite follow" he said, and you shot him a little glare "I'm sorry for... grinding myself on you" your face now almost the same shade of red as his eye. Truth is, he had been awake for much longer than you, silently admiring you. As he felt you fucking yourself on his dick, he had no intention of stopping you, why would he? You were just so precious.

He lifted your head with his fingers, kissing you deeply. You moaned as your tongue moved against his, wanting to continue grinding against him, but his firm grip stopped you. You hoped that he'd once again fuck you stupid like last night, the fire in your stomach igniting, and setting your nerves ablaze. But Lycaon had other plans, as he broke the kiss, and slowly unseathed himself, you moaned at the sudden feeling of emptiness. You made him aware of your discontent, wanting to keep going but he just smiled, and pressed another kiss to your head before he got out of bed.

He was teasing you, you knew it. Sure, you were suprised that he had it in him, but you also knew that this was a game both of you could play. He scratched the back of his neck as he made his way towards the bathroom, he turned his head wanting to give you another glance. Instead, stopping dead in his tracks as his eye fell between your thighs again. He watched as his cum began to slowly leak from your core, and he could feel a tinge of discontent shoot through his brain, a feeling he could neither describe nor pinpoint. Its supposed to stay inside, he thought as he watched you reach down to your pussy, scooping up his release on your fingers, and pushing them back inside your heat. His mouth watered again as he watched you finger yourself, while you watched his hand gently stroking his once again erect cock. Suddenly you stopped, and he fought with himself not to pummel you, but instead he cleared his throat, realizing that he had totally fallen for your trick. "We should get cleaned up" you said, closing your legs and breaking his trance "right" he responded shortly, making his way over to you "one moment I'll help you" he picked you up gently, carrying you to the adjacent bathroom.

He put you down on your wobbly legs, as you held onto the sink in order not to fall over. Unfortunately neither his nor your bathroom had a bathtub, both having admittedly very spacious showers instead. He turned the shower on, holding his hand under the water to set it to the right temperature, hoping that it wasn't to hot for you. Against popular beliefe, Lycaon very much enjoyed hot showers and baths in contrast to the Ice he operated with in combat. You watched him as he got on one knee, reaching out one of his hands for you to take, patting his left thigh with the other as a silent invitation for you to sit on it. The warm water, and Lycaon's hands felt good as he gently massaged your sore body "last night was beyond amazing" you spoke, leaning your head against his shoulder "I'm very glad you enjoyed it" he replied, and you could hear the smile on his face.

You once again noticed that, dispite being in the shower, he was still wearing his eyepatch and muzzle. "Can I ask you something" you started, running your hands up and down his soaked back "of course, anything" he replied, rubbing your bodywash on your back. "Can you take your those off?" You asked, running a finger over the leather of his muzzle. He halted his movement for a moment, and your heart hammered against your rip cage. "Of course you don't have to if you don't want to, I didn't mean to pry" you rambled, thinking that your curiousity had offended him. Lycaon however thought that it was now well enough time that he would show you, to place the same trust in you that you placed in him. He put a finger to your lips, gently shushing you before he sat you down in front of him. His fingers moved to undo the clasps of his eyepatch - to remove the last wall he had build up.

He put both to the side, now being fully exposed to you, not just physically, but also emotionally. "Just be warned that it is rather... unpleasant to look at" he said. You gently took his hand in yours as you looked at him "May I?" You asked, and he nodded, understanding what you ment "please do" he replied as you moved your hand towards his face, gently brushing his hair to the side to take a proper look at him.

His left eye was rendered shut indefinetly as it was covered by a giant scar, another smaller cross shaped scar having its place on his right, atop his muzzle. He studied your expression, trying to discipher it, as your fingers traced over his scars. Normally he would have recoiled, not even he himself touched it often, the memory of its creation still too painful for him to fully confront. But your touch felt... nice, very nice. His voice broke the silence as it bounced of the shower walls "I want to tell you about me" he started "I love you, and you deserve to know..." he carassed your cheek "...to know who I was." You stayed silent while you listened to him, rubbing soothing circles on his hand as he spoke. He told you about his criminal past as a thief for Mockingbird, his then partner, the betrayal, and about how he chose to leave this life behind to change for the better. His gaze wandered down to his legs, and he swallowed thickly. It has been a long while since he had last talked with someone about this part of him. "I- uh... in regards to my legs" he stammered, his discomfort about the topic clearly written across his face. You reached out to him, giving him a peck on his nose, the sudden act of affection making him halt his explination "I'm so proud of you" you said, caressing over the small scar on his muzzle "and I'm grateful for the trust you place in me, I swear I'll honor it" you place a hand on his mechanical knee, the water had made it warm to the touch compared to the metallic coldness it normally displayed "if you're not ready to talk about it yet, that's absolutely alright" his ears dropped a little in dissapointment, less towards you and more towards himself "I'm sorry" he said quietly but you just caringly shook your head "there is no need, I feel very happy that you told me about yourself" you replied, and leaned in close, letting your lips ghost over his "I love you too Lycaon" your lips connected with his, a kiss so gentle and so full of love Lycaon feels all his worries melt away in the warmth of the moment, and your affection. He deepened the kiss his tongue finding its way once again into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, a sound that he loved so much "you're eager" you said after breaking the kiss to catch your breath "is it alright if we continue where we last left of?" He asked, kneading your inner thigh with his hand. His cock once again stood at full attention, ready and eager to please you, just like him. You gently took his length in your hand, running your thumb over his, already precum leaking tip "i'd love to" you said giving it a few pumps "If you let me suck you off again" you told him, a mischievous smirk on your face, an expression he actually mirrors "if you let me eat you out again" he replies.

a few minutes later, Lycaon stood in the shower, leaning himself with his arm against the shower wall, shielding you from the downpour as you sucked on his cock. His free hand gently combed through your hair as your tongue ran over the head of his cock. He couldn't help but think of how you had sucked him off yesterday, the image of you taking his cock balls deep was still fresh, and remained so unbelievable hot to him. Would you do that again if he asked you? "Master wait a second" he placed a hand on the top of your head, gaining your attention "what's wrong?" You asked, and his hand returned to comb through your hair "everything is alright, I would just... like to try something if you're alright with that" you perked up at his proposal "absolutely! What did you have in mind" you asked him, teasingly slapping his dick against your cheek, enjoying his reaction as he watched you "can you do it like yesterday?" He asked, and you understood. Of course his reaction to you deepthroating him yesterday hadn't been lost on you, and you smiled up at him "of course" you said, rubing his stomach. Without further ado you took him back in your mouth, enjoying his moaning as you once again shoved his impressive length down your throat. You let out a little noise of surprise as he slowly started to move his hips back, and forth "I'm sorry, is this ok?" He asked, you giving him a playfull thumbs up as he gently facefucked you. He ever so slightly picked up his pace, and you knew he was gonna cum soon "I'm going to cum soon master" he warned you, originally wanting to pull out before he climaxed, but before he could you reached around him, grabbing the base of his tail. A little yelp escaped him as he looked down at you, understanding the look on your face instantly. He nodded in a little silent "ok" before he started moving again, his breathing becoming more rugged with every thrust "I'm coming" he said, flooding your mouth. He looked at you as you swallowed his load, completely starstruck and in awe.

You were beyond perfect.

He gently removed his still twitching member from your mouth, leaning down to capture you in a sloppy kiss. Tasting his release on your tongue just like you had done yesterday, and it drove him feral. "Your turn" He said, breaking the kiss, and made you stand up "wait, my legs are still weak" you said but he told you not to worry before he leaned you against the wall, putting your legs on either side of his head before diving between them without warning. He wasted no time lapping on your folds, and sucking on your clit, your moans only seeming to encourage him more. You were close, and grabbed a fistfull of his hair, grinding against him as you came closer, and closer to the edge. But before you could finish, he pulled away, giving your inner thigh a little bite. You looked down, making eyecontact with him. Originally you wanted to ask him why he stoped, but he spoke before you "please look at me when you cum" he said, licking your inner thigh. You nodded in agreement, and he dove back between your legs, continuing his assault. Finally you toppled over the edge as you came, once again grabbing a fistfull of his wet hair, grinding yourself against his face. You moaned loudly as you watched him swallow your release without breaking eyecontact. You let go of his hair, gently smoothing it down as a silent apology. He placed a small kiss against your clit, and you shuddered "May I continue please?" He asked you while he carassed your thighs "yes you may, but not in this position" you breathed out, and he obliged. Carefully laying you down in the shower. He gently took hold of your hips, elevating them to bring your pussy closer to his mouth before he started to once again pleasure you with it. In this lewd position you could see even more clearly what he did to you, as you watched him tonguefuck you again. Dispite all that, he kept eyecontact with you, gobbeling up all the expressions that your face made as he worked your body. You didn't last long "I-I'm gonna cum again!" You said, reaching for his hand to hold onto. He laced his fingers with yours as another orgasm hit you, some of your release dripping onto your chest. Lycaon carefully lowered your hips before getting on top of you. Your eyes remained fixed on him while he licked up the remnants of your cum from your titts, taking one of your nipples in his mouth to suck on it. He ran his tongue over your left nipple before he released it with a popp, and switched his attention to the other "do you wish to continue?" He asked, pumping his cock which you noticed "yes I do" you replied. He gave you a quick kiss before sitting back, making you straddle his lap, his cock twitching against your cunt "this way you can direct the pace" he told you. You grabbed behind you, taking his cock in your hand before guiding it to your entrance. Slowly you lowered yourself on him, his own eyes entranced by how your pussy swallowed his member "just a little bit more, you got this" he told you before your hips met his. His dick now fully sheathed inside you again.

You carefully started bouncing on his cock, holding onto his shoulders for support as you moaned in unison. You threw your head back in pleasure, and he found his attention once again drifting to your beautiful breasts. The way they bounced up and down seeming to hypnotize him, as he leaned foreward to once again suck on your left nipple, kneading the other one with his hand. Your pace slowly stagnated, and he looked up at you "do you need a break master?" He asked concerned, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath you took. You leaned foreward, brushing his hair to the side again before placing a gentle kiss on his scar "I ment what I said last night" you spoke through deep breaths "you're beautiful" you carassed his cheek, and he leaned into your touch. You then leaned foreward to whisper into his ear "so please, ravage me again like you did last night."

You yelped in surprise as Lycaon grabbed your ass before abruptly standing up, with you still impaled on his cock. He pressed you with your back against the shower wall, kissing your forehead before he spoke "your wish is my command" with that he fucked into you at a brutal, and demanding pace, the small drops of water that came out of the shower head bounced right off his back. "You make me feel so good, so happy" he babbled, already completely pussydrunk as he ground his cock against your cervix, wanting to make you scream his name again. And that you did, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, as if he would vanish if you let go. You burried your face in his neck, telling him over, and over how much you loved him, his tail wagging in pure ecstasy at your declaration. "I-I'm close, I'm close again!" You cried out to him "I'm close as well" he whsipered in your ear "do you want me to pull out?" He asked, licking over your neck, feeling how quick your pulse was "no, please don't pull out!" You said, his moaning getting louder at your pleading "please cum inside me again!" he picked up his pace even more, hammering his cock into you.

If you wanted him to fill you pretty pussy with his seed again, who was he to deny his perfect mate her wish.

He was ripped out of his thoughts by a familiar sensation on his shoulder, noticing you biting him again. His heart swelled at the act of you marking him - making him yours.

And this time he followed your lead, as he leaned in, and bit your shoulder again, his fangs punching right through your tender skin. The overwhelming satisfaction shooting like electric currents through his veins, as he fully indulged in his instincts. The little voice in his head repeating the same word over, and over.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

The sting of pain sending you over the edge, clawing you hands in the fur at the back of his neck as you clamped down on his dick. Lycaon moaned loudly, still needing a little push for his own climax. He felt his balls tighten again as he fucked you through your orgasm, finally arriving at his own. After one last final thrust, he fully burried his cock in you, filling your womb with pulse after pulse of warm cum. He felt a tad bit light headed as he kept filling you with so much cum, it oveflowed from your poor abused cunt and splashed against the tiles of the shower.

Both of you remained in this position for a while, breathing heavily while you slowly recovered from the intense orgasms that had ravaged your bodies. You held eachother close, as Lycaon ran his tongue over your bite mark, licking up the small pearls of red forming on it "I can't feel my legs" you chuckled, and he followed short. He slowly pulled out, sitting you down on the warm tiles of the shower before kneeling in front of you "I'm sorry, it seems I've bitten you to hard" he carefully ran his wet fingers over your wounded shoulder, still silently marveling at how it looked on you. You leaned your head against Lycaon's chest while he carefully cleaned you, apologetically kissing your bite mark. "Are you alright?" He asked you, his hand running up and down your back. More so to soothe his own concern. "It's quite alright" you respond, being cut off by the grumbling of your stomach "just very hungry" he chuckled again "I will prepare breakfast as soon as we're cleaned up."

After getting both of you, and the shower cleaned up, he turned off the water. He opened a window to rid the bathroom of the steam the hot shower had filled it with, wondering how much time had passed while you two had indulged in eachother. Looking around he noticed the small droplets of water clinging to the walls, the mirror, and the furniture. A small drop of water fell on his nose, sighing as he noticed the condensed water dripping from the ceiling lamp. He definetly had some cleaning to do before both of you departed tomorrow.

His eye fell on your tired form in his arms, and he smiled.

But that had time, right now he wanted to make sure you were alright. After drying both of you off he placed you back on the bed, scavenging the room for his boxers while you had once again drifted off to sleep. Lycaon made his way towards the living room to pick up his pants he had abandoned there yesterday, his eye falling on the stains on the sofa cushion, and the carpet. Those stains were by no means difficult to get rid off, the problem was the big claw shaped tear in it, the wadding starting to pool out of it. He cringed, running his hand through his hair as he wondered how he would explain the damage to the owner.

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Part 4 ->

To be continued ->

I hope you enjoyed this part. It was definetly shocking to me that my mind was able to come up with something so grafic, but life is to short to think about if something is cringe or not. Lastly I want to inform you that I'll probably close this Story off with a shorter epilogue. After that I will upload a masterlist with all parts on my Blog for easy accessibility. In the coming days I will inform you about the projects I have planned for the future. I hope you stay tuned for that.

-Elio

[post-futurism]

Australia NEEDS to be paying attention to this. In essence the Liberal party is going to use the tears of a massive gold mining company not being able to get their way with destroying a significant Aboriginal area to stir up racist and classist aligned votes under a new Liberal Party banner somehow claiming that the party is speaking for the working class.

ICYMI McPhillamy's Gold Mine has gone through the planning process and received development approval for their site near Blayney, NSW, on Wiradjuri land. The mine would be facilitated by the construction of a tailings dam on the Belubula River around which are identified Aboriginal archaeology. Because the dam would have required the destruction of these objects, the planning process included consultation with Registered Aboriginal Parties (RAPs), including the Orange Local Aboriginal Land Council (Orange LALC), and Wiradyuri Traditional Owners Central West Aboriginal Corporation (WTOCWAC).

Despite having planning approval, Tanya Plibersek, Labor's Environmental Minister, made a rare approval of an Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Protection Act Section 10 application which enables the protection of an area provided that the minister can be satisfied that the land is a significant Aboriginal area and is under threat of injury or desecration. This Act is separate to the planning process and is available to Aboriginal people to use where they consider that the planning system has failed to protect cultural sites.

This is exactly what the WTOCWAC did. During the assessment process, the WTOCWAC gave advice to the Orange LALC who were the identified Aboriginal persons to comment on the project in Blayney (because Blayney does not have a LALC). It originally did not support the proposal, the same as the WTOCWAC, however, the Orange LALC changed its final position to neutral. Despite the WTOCWAC being a registered RAP that had written it did not support the proposal, the planning system favours LALCs over traditional custodians who are not part of LALCs and therefore the state government was able to ignore the WTOCWAC's opposition and approve the development anyway.

The area where the tailings dam would be constructed is part of a significant Wiradyuri cultural story that is, at this time, only known to cultural knowledge holders, the Orange LALC and Tanya Plibersek. The cultural significance was clearly enough to 'satisfy' Plibersek that the identified area should be protected under Section 10.

The day that the section 10 application approval was announced was just two days after the 200th anniversary of the Bathurst Wars on August 14 1824, the day on which Governor Brisbane issued a proclamation of martial law which gave rise to a war against Wiradjuri people and colonisers. The war was indiscriminately a war of extermination, with Wiradjuri people fighting back but ultimately forcing to surrender after their population was significantly annihilated and the survivors having dispersed. 200 years later, the elders in the WTOCWAC are some of the many Wiradyuri survivors of the Bathurst Wars. It was during a week long of commemorating and conserving culture that the immensely great news of the Section 10 approval came through.

However, since the announcement, the WTOCWAC group have faced significant backlash from the mining sector and communities at large. In addition, the media has focused on the tears of the McPhillamy gold mine company not being able to get it exactly their way even though their shares have increased by about 16%.

Here are multiple articles weighted toward the mining sector's tears.

I have only seen one (1) mainstream article that actually gives an indigenous voice to the backlash they've been getting for daring to use the coloniser's laws to protect their cultural heritage.

Make a donation to the WTOWAC here. (They are a registered charity and your donation is tax deductible)

Wait, wasn't this post meant to be about the Liberal Party?

Yeah, so remember when The Voice referendum was going up and Peter Dutton said that he would give The Voice another go if it failed, and then when it DID fail, he said he would never give it a shot again? Did you also read the first linked article and read this horrific quote:

“This is not the Australian Labor party of the worker,” Dutton told the Minerals Council’s annual conference this week. “Its members are committed to waging environmental and social crusades, especially against certain industries.” .... The Coalition has carefully analysed the different reasons people had for voting no in last year’s defeated referendum on enshrining an Indigenous voice to parliament in the constitution, and especially those self-identified Labor voters who call themselves working people. Dutton wants to turn that opposition to the voice into disillusionment with the government, and ultimately, votes for the Coalition at the federal election. He reckons the McPhillamys decision helps him do it.

The interests of the mining sector, racism and anti-aboriginal rhetoric goes hand in hand with Peter Dutton's platform. Not only will we never see another attempt at The Voice under a federal Liberal Party, we COULD see an abolition of the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Protection Act, the mechanism that has protected the waters of the Belubula River from being destroyed by the McPhillamy gold mine. The mining sector has been so shaken up by this 'sudden' and 'unprecedented' decision, and with them lining Dutton's pockets it's not unreasonable to predict that abolishing the act could be one of the first things Dutton does if elected.

This would be absolutely devastating for current and any future Aboriginal sites that need to be protected where the planning system has failed to protect them. And this is going to continue to be the case until the planning system can better identify and protect intangible cultural heritage.

We need to stand up for Aboriginal rights, we need to stand up for the protection of Aboriginal cultural heritage, we need to ensure there are pathways for the protection of culture and we need to believe traditional custodians when they walk their truth.

[starastarship]

Thoughts on Indigo park chapter 1

Spoiler warning under the cut!

Alright guys so today I played Indigo park chapter 1 with my friend @theroseofazrael. And I wanted to give my thoughts on it along the way basically! Warning again spoilers for chapter 1!

Right of the bat I wanna say that this is coming from somone who watched it first and someone who played it after. So you could say I have at least 2 things to go off by

Putting this in multiple parts

Part 1: entrance

So the beginning. first of all intro cutscene was really well made and amazing to look at! Getting right put into the game, meeting Rambly for the first time was nice! (Also fun fact I did the math around the 2920 days guest absents and it's 8 years!) I liked him alot! He is cute and sweet! Love his animations and I hope he doesn't turn out evil (or at least not the AI) So we open the door with a simple puzzle and I am glad it is really just like a kind of walking simulator! Going in we are getting our critter cuff, and I was so sure in the playthrough I watched that there was one of the mascots inside the shop!

with the critter cuff around our wrist we now walk into the park and when I first saw the statue I immediatly thought "Is this a disney reference"! I liked it! going throught the tunnel and it collapses behind us. I would say I actually kinda liked that! I find it sometimes a bit more realistic if something old collapses right behind someone than it already having collapsed! Also the tunnel kinda reminded me a bit of a tunnel from my favorite theme park which I found funny!

also on a side note: I love how Rambly still tries to make this abandoned theme park sound more like that it is under construction. Deniel is a river in egypt!

part 2: The train ride

While it still plays a bit in the tunnel I put it with the train ride! Walking through the que line really helps the feeling of This was really a theme park! And while I didn't see it on my playthrough (at least I think I missed it) on SHB I saw like the tail feathers of Mollie already giving an uneasy feeling but was also a bit foreshadowing in a sense. Anyways when I was in the call with my friend, Rambly told me I would be too old for this ride and I literally said "well fuck you then". This was also still at the time where I did not realize Azra was not watching my stream, because my game crashed at the beginning and I booted it up again but forgot to stream it at the time (I honestly believe it has nothing to do with the game and more about me having too much stuff open at the time!)

Anyways we load up onto the train and off we go on our first ride! This was a very sweet introduction to the cast, and felt natural for a theme park! Meeting Mollie first I loved that introduction. I like her opimistic character as they talked (which I found also really cool that Rambly interacted with the cast during the ride!) What I didn't noticed until a bit later, down there was a door where you could see Mollie "spying" on us! I just saw how the door closed but it gave me the impression that she stalked us during the entire ride or she was like "looking around" and basically found out there is someone!

Then we get to Finleys underwater space and the entire time I was looking around if I could find Mollie somewhere again (I unfortunatley didn't see her anywhere). But then Finley say "you know me for 100 years" and Imma get this right off the bat, Mollie later on says this! I go deeper in this later on!

Then we get to a really destroyed place which thinking about it is weird! Every other place was ok looking, almost in tip top shape but this one was quiet literally ruined! It is open for alot of theories I believe, since this one was probably Salems place! it is up to you guys what this was! So off we go to repair the electricity finding a Mollie animatronic! It says one last thing about Rambly hurt Llloyd! Now this one gives me the impression that Rambly is more evil but also later on with Lloyd there is a scene that plays out. And I believe that there is more to the cuff/ the system in the park than we thought

Anyways we boot up the train again and carrie on! Next and last one is Lloyd. Here we see the first time the total distaste for Lloyd from our Raccoon! now considering how Rambly and Lloyd interact, this might be just his AI programm but throught the game, expecially the collectables, it is more to believe that this dislike isn't really programmed! So maybe that part, wasn't meant to be in a annoyed way? only time will tell! But also I knew this one from tik tok but at the end of this interaction, looking to the left shows Mollie like literally by our side coming from the courtains! I will talk about a thought when we get there!

Going out we are at the gift shop of the ride. And here I noticed that in one of the cameras we can see Molluie running after the train! We see multiple empty trains in those photos and then one in the middle with Mollie running! I believe that would have been our photo! considering all other photos are empty seats, it makes the most sense. And with mollie always popping up during the ride now and then! Now this one is more a theorie but I imagine that this photo was taken during Salems part! Maybe Mollie was chasing us, the train was just faster, and when it broke down and we went out to fix it, maybe she caught up! Then she saw we weren't there and maybe thought we ran ahead? this is really just what I have thought about this than really being a theory! Anyways i was pointing the picture out to Azra and here I noticed how stupid I was

I noticed after they told me, there was no stream, that I forgot to stream it! These entire first minutes, they did not see what I saw while I stupidly pointed out things you can only see! oTL anyways moving on to part 3!

part 3: the central area and Lloyds theater

Putting these 2 together cause I find them rather short in a way! First of going down the stairs and seeing the entire area + working and I believe opperating ferris wheel! I told to Azra that as a kid or even now that I would have gone there! I just hope they also have rollercoaster tbh! I like the adrenalin! I found the fountain actually really funny, being able to rotate like this while spitting water! Noone was save against the water! we also get to the information kiosk and to the collectables! I found it nice that we got more info about them through Rambley and expecially through our protagonist which there is one thing!

At the beginning Rambly tells us that we are a new comer/ are not in the guest data base, but looking at the descriptions it is made very clear we were in this park multiple times! I believe either, children weren't like allowed to be in the guest data base because well they were children! or because we aged and with age faces change, the face recognition didn't pick up on us!

And another thing. As I said before Rambly seems to really dislike Lloyd and with the plushies, expecially the last one we get (and old cartoon version of Lloyd) it says that Lloyd was the most popular one apperantly! or at least the company was more focused on the Lion than the Raccoon! So I believe the resentment shows that Rambly is a bit more sentient than it looks like!

Moving on, Rambly wants to bring us to the Jetstream junction but unfortunatly we need a key! And that key was in Lloyds theater. getting acess to it, we go inside! seeing the theater was really pretty! and on stage we see a sleeping Lloyd who wakes up and running away. now I wanna adress that because I feel like that they aren't really out to hurt us! after the key and getting through the section (where even if I know nothing would happen, I still anticipated it) only then when we tried to go, did he really came close enough to grab us! and that one time in the middle where he was squished under a box! And honestly i think it was also because he was like put into a croner and didn't see another way!

Here is also a funny thing because technically speaking you can get this anytime when you turn around away from the backstage area we see again Mollie! Some had it at the beginning I had it after the area and honestly I feel like it is more impactful when it is after the area!Anyways we got the key and off to Mollies place!

part 4: Jetstream junction

Now this place was really fun! We go up to rooftop racing adn are greeted with rumble having fallen onto the ride destroying it! Now I felt it was unfair we only get to ride one thing so far in the entire park! Anyways we go downstairs again and to the landing pad! or rather we should go there but off to the side is a little drinking area with an arcade machine! We can play it and it is a typical oldschool platformer! This is also where we meet Salem for the first time basically! Many also belive that this has more story relevence than it looks like. Also we get like a pixalated Ramblyberry but I think that is more an easter egg than it being exactly "canon".

Anyways we now enter the landing pad which is like a really REALLY big playground area! and we got a interesting puzzle here! simple to understand. We have blocks and need to figure out the the right combination! Easy to understand thanks to the purple block and the purple star besides it! So power goes out and we walk through the entire playground, finding all shapes and the colors to it! And guess what Mollie is with us! She is often very cose to us but never really attacks us! until after we solved the puzzle! We get our first chase in the game and the only one in chapter 1!

I died only 2 times! first time I was not expecting her to come from the front and second time I didn't knew where to jump! but overall I liked the chase! it was easy to follow and had only one moment that I thought "ARE YOU FUCKING ME?! an it is the collectable during the chase! it's not hard to see but dang I held to step back one time to get it and my adrenaline was so high holy shit!

And the ending was wow. So like I felt like with the head off it felt different than I saw on SHB. Maybe it was becuase of the pure adrenaline but I felt like they fixed the timing of when it happens! Cause with Mike I felt like the timing of the head or the distance of the jump too was weird! but maybe it was always like this. And during all of this me and Azra just went "damn she is bleeding alot" not exactly listening to Rambly saying anything about the park and stuff! But it does make me wonder what happened to the staff and expecially WHY WAS THERE FRESH LOOKING BLOOD ON BOTH MOLLIE AND LLOYD?!

Anyways we leave and soon make our way to Ocean Odyssey and I notice that is Nordic themed ! (loves it!) and after seeing a big Finley coming out there ends chapter 1!

Finally thoughts

I really enjoyed it! I don't play often horror games... actually rewrite that I never played horror games and this was my first time! gameplay wise, there were a few nitpicky things but that was their first game and for that alone this deserves a major Star because it is really good! and story wise, it got me hooked! we got enough information for anticipation withouthaving all to much said, only leaving us wondering!

Anyways can't wait for chapter 2 and see ya!

[ms-scarletwings]

Every Dredge Aberration (2024), part 14

Over sea and sky raced their hideous, cacophonous sound.

Industrial din, siren’s wail, and earth’s quake,

at once was joined by a dragon’s wake.

Lo! they call, see it winding their false island around.

Hear it threaten to punish their folly if found.

Over waves rang a crescendo warning for the final chain’s break. ₊˚.༄

Crawling Instar ˚.༄

Encyclopedia #181

Aberrant form of Opabinia

Description:

Folds of flesh contract in rhythmic waves, roving ceaselessly towards its target

Comment: Do you understand what an “instar” is? It’s a term to describe an insect or other arthropod still on a path of multiple molts to achieve its mature form. This above, like itself before the ooze’s touch, is still a larval stage of something greater.

How to catch: For this specimen you will have to be switching back to shallows-appropriate advanced gear. Return to the mangroves and surrounding jungle graveyard. You can easily guess where you’ll be looking for a harvesting spot by now.

Boreal Shell ˚.༄

Encyclopedia #182

Aberrant form of boreaspis

Description:

A cold wind blows through a skelatal frame, condensed into the light of a ghostly aurora.

Comment: Ironically, it’s construction scratches better an itch for something I previously didn’t know how badly was missing in the Stellar Basin, or the Pale reach- The signature beauty of their nights wrapped into a cruelly clever play on the boreaspis’s name. Nonetheless, it is still so wrong and unbelonging to the warm and vibrant swamps. A treasured find for the record.

How to catch: An infused coiling rod is the sole tool to drag through the thickness of sinister ooze and twisted tangles of the bog both.

Broken Arapaima ˚.༄

Encyclopedia #183

Aberrant form of arapaima

Description:

Scales plucked from skin turned leather. Eyes paled from the agony of knotted muscles. Bones unset and set untrue.

Comment: Warped bodies as powerless before the elder presence as any other. The flesh must either embrace the change, bend with the current, or it will be broken so easily. We would be foolish to believe we are any stronger.

How to catch: As above ^^^

Primordial Shadow ˚.༄

Encyclopedia #184

Aberrant form of Xiphactinus

Description:

Whispering purple plates orbit and lock around a shadowy core. Shapes of darkness fill the spaces between.

Comment: Not even before I’m done in my bewitched appreciation of the boreal shell, this other living artwork comes into clutches. Did you plunge too far into that darkness, ancient fish? What I don’t have a clue of is whether this new shell is an organic or salvaged one.

How to catch: ^^^

Effigy Crab

Encyclopedia #185

Aberrant form of horseshoe crab

Description:

Wisps of yellow light flicker within this ghastly shell, a screaming skull with a spinal tail.

Comment: I wish I could just dissect the little mutant to find out exactly what's ticking inside that bone armor. Whether flesh, gem, or fluid, the whole animal will be needed as one of the pigments making up the Golden Treasure paint selection.

How to catch: Simply set crab pots about the Twisted Strand, specifically at water no deeper than 10 meters.

Mire Screecher

Encyclopedia #186

Aberrant form of giant mud crab

Description:

A lashing yellow tongue whips around a mouth of flattened teeth. Two humanlike eyeballs burst between dripping claws.

Comment: When a wise man once remarked that he had fought mud crabs more fearsome than you, perhaps he had been referring to these. Take one of them down to Little Marrow to complete the requirements for a beautiful new paint job.

How to catch: With enough space, these are probable to also turn up in the same pots as your horseshoe crabs, but their full depth range runs between 5 and 25 meters.

Wretched Nipper ˚.༄

Encyclopedia #187

Aberrant form of nipponite

Description:

Blunt teeth and a forked tongue test the flanks of passing creatures. A single loosened scale is enough.

Comment: For just a moment, I mistook this atrocity against natural law for one of those office staple removers. Retaining some of the knotted oddness of the original mollusk, it boasts very openly its poorness as a swimmer, likely preferring to simply wait in ambush.

How to catch: Release your own waiting jaws- being a crab pot trap- into the ink blooms about the Twisted Strand. 0–50 meters is their possible range, so most optimal recommendation is to place at further than 25.

[helloabominacion]

QUERENCIA. (N) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home, the place where you are your most authentic self.

Paring ⇀ kukulkan, Namor x Alien!reader Summary ⇀ Something told you that this primitive planet could be the new start after your unfortunate past. But after living three years among humans who were distrustful and aggressive toward you, hopes were crushed like stepping on a snail. But after meeting a dangerous mythological legend and a girl obsessed with jewelry and marine animals, you thought this couldn't get worse.

A/N ⇀ i'm excited for this one cause it's gonna be multiple chapters instead of one shots fics. also i don't use the ' y/n 'e. my native language is not english so there might be some grammar errors! feel free to let me know if you see any! :)

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Everyone has a childhood memory that will come back to them. It doesn't matter if it was happy, sad, uncomfortable, or traumatic. You will never forget it, and your memory that, despite not being joyful, your conscious will remind you of it in difficult moments. You don't know if it's a cruel way of your brain to make you recall bitter memories, and it always does it out of the blue. You wish you could restart your brain sometimes, but that would require going to a hospital full of locals who are not very friendly with you.

You can't blame them, and you cannot hold ill feelings toward the local's villagers, with infinite beliefs that this world could offer you. You learned them when you discovered this planet. Similar to your home, with different structures and weather but an identical society. Although a bit primitive, how can planet Earth's habitants assume they are the only ones in space? With so many galaxies in space and massive planets, that cannot be compared to the sun. Oh, that splendid sun that your skin loved on the first day you arrived. Bathing in its warm rays, you were fascinated by its captivating sunsets and sunrises. You never got tired of those.

Your planet was not like this, covered by immense clouds that did not allow the sky to show, immense oceans but not as deep as the earth, and mountains. Your planet was known for using the minerals of the mountains and active volcanoes, using their energy to create life, and cultivating a beautiful culture that, from generation to generation, has passed through several decades.

Only to be eradicated by a madman.

A gloomy shadow fell on your gaze, a heavy exhalation flew from your nose, slumping against the hammock. A nightmare woke you up before your alarm went off, and you couldn't catch up on sleep afterward. So now you were gazing at the ocean, waiting for the sun to rise. Your hut was constructed out of the materials of your fallen ship and natural resources. Of course, you were inspired by the designs of the local Yucatecans.  

Three years have passed since you crashed on this planet, keeping a safe distance from civilization, although humans have their mutants, superheroes, and 'gods.' But with you, it was different. You still kept receiving indifferent looks, with fear or disgust. You weren't going to hide your body, it was impossible to conceal your pointy ears, and the idea of hiding your precious tail with some pants was ridiculous.

Your people do not hide.

With the first rays of the sun, you stood up from the hammock, ready to go to the town and work. Wearing an old red tank top, green cargo shorts up to the knee, and a pair of sandals. You don't need them, but they were a gift from a mother who saw you all barefooted in the streets, insisting and almost scolding you for not wearing footwear.

Your people don’t need to wear ‘shoes’, their feet were stronger and made to run in the forest and climb mountains. With your backpack prepared with your supplies and lunch, you headed to Progreso, starting another mundane cycle again with the humans.

With a glance over your shoulder, the soft breeze swayed the palms surrounding the hut, your home, which you glared at it. How can it be home to you if it's always empty? You prayed that would change soon.

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The streets of Progreso were boasted with locals and tourists, excited to begin a new day to either work or explore. You marched the same road to avoid stares and strangers who dared to ask why you have a tail. You can handle children with sticky hands who are overcurious about your tail, but grown adults trying to touch your ears? That's a big no-no.

You work in a popular restaurant name El Pargo, but you were not a cook, a waitress, or a barista. None of that, you work in the back, receiving heavy cargo that no human could get off the delivery trucks. Sometimes the manager would send you to the dock to ensure their deliveries were safe, which confounded you. Did someone wanted to steal their shrimp and lobster?

Crime was common here, too common because people didn't seem bothered if someone was killed in the streets or kidnapped. Your people had their rules too, if you steal they cut off your hand, but those were radical times. You were wondering if that could help them. You took another bite of your guava, the juices dripping onto your handkerchief. It was your first break of the day, and you were observing the people go by the restaurant, families enjoying the sun and their sweets, and couples holding hands as they looked at each other in love. Some of your coworkers have pointed out and teased why you were observing like a hawk. Perhaps you like to analyze and imagine what if it was you walking in those shoes.

“Xola!”

You beamed at the nickname and turned around to lock eyes with the owner, Maritza, with a vulgar mouth but a nurturing woman who likes to smoke those cigarettes twice a day. Throwing the rest of the fruit in a trash can and wiping your hands on the handkerchief, you asked what you can do for her.

“I need you to go the dock, el Peter y Chucho no vinieron andas crudos,” Maritza huffs as she texted her smartphone.  “Can you go there and give them a hand, Mija?   Shows those lazy bums some muscles, si?” Peter and Chucho have a hangover.

You nodded as you followed her to the back room to get your phone. “What are we receiving today?”

“Octopus, lobster y una cajota de huachinangos como te gustan!” Maritza winked in your direction as you tried to prevent those purple-manicured nails from poking your ribs, but you did beam at the idea of those delicious red fishes. They tasted so great with lemon, white rice, and boiled vegetables. It was the perfect meal.

“Andale, take the bike so you can get there faster, vamonos Shu!”

You caught the keys in midair, tail wagging as you grinned at her, nodded gratefully, and exited the half-full establishment. Maritza was in a good mood, allowing you to drive her motorcycle only happens once a year.  Your first time driving a bike, you almost drowned in the ocean along with it.  The engine's purr vibrated between your legs when you ignited the vehicle, and you started to drive on the poorly fixed street.  Trusting in your driving skills, it took about twenty minutes to get to where the local boats unload and where sometimes people liked to fish and release.

“What’re you doing here, fenomeno?” freak

“Can I at least remove the helmet?” You deadpan as you get off the bike muttering in your native language, ‘annoying little shit’

“What did you say?” Jose question with a glare.

Finally you paid attention to Maritza's son, the proclaimed future owner of the restaurant, scowled at you with disdain. He is a pubescent boy who hardly knows about the world, that's what Maritza told you, but you knew the boy had a hatred towards you, perhaps due to the lack of a father figure in his young life.

“I said, hi Jose, how are you today?” You smirked at him as you left the helmet on one of the handles. “I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“Because I’m already handling it, so I don’t need your help.”

“That’s not what your mother told me.” But before you could approach the dock steps, Jose stepped in the way.

“Como te lo dije fenomeno, I don’t need your help. So go the fuck away.” like I said freak.

Your pointy ears fold back, feeling the anger in your throat with the urge to smack him on the head. Insults never dishearten you. You've heard worse, but the resentment towards you. What did you do to deserve such treatment? When you took a threatening step and invaded his space, delight passed when you saw Jose shrink and your vibrant eyes scowled him down.

“If you don���t move, you’re going to force me to move you, boy.” You snarled quietly as your cat eyes like glared at him. Jose gulped and smirked nervously.

“If- if you touch me, I’ll call on you the police.”

 The weak threat made you huffed amusedly as you side-step him.  “As if anyone wants to touch your disgusting human body. I do not respond to threats, Jose. I make them. So, I suggest you change your attitude before something happens.”

And right away you went up the stairs, ignoring the angry words of Jose, who followed you, trying to have the last word. The waters of the pier were deep, and where no one dared to swim since there was no sand to step on. Your eyes found the boat with the restaurant logo, and you greeted some workers, some greeted you, and others gave a look that you didn't even care about and began to help them disembark. Quickly picking the heaviest box and putting it on the hand truck.

But how were you going to work with someone yapping down your neck?

“I could tell my mom that you said that to me! ¡Te despedirá si se lo digo!”

“Go for it.”

You hoped the impassive glare you sent over your shoulder could make him walk away, but he continued to complain. And you felt second-hand embarrassment since other bystanders were glancing at the young adult as if he was a nutcase, and he is, but Jose couldn’t care less. He wanted to speak his piece of mind.

“I will! And then you can get the fuck away from my home.”

“I didn’t know you own the whole state.”

“You know what I mean, pinche fenomeno!” fucking freak

Workers who watched the interaction shook their heads in disbelief, used to these childish tantrums from the young boy you believed. Finally, with the last heavy package set, a guy took away the hand truck to load on the car waiting at the end of the pier. The other male workers took this as a sign to breathe and sit on the boat while waiting for another hand truck.

“Ya dejala en paz Jose, estamos trabajando aquí.” Leave it alone Jose, we are working here

“Ya chamaco vete a perder a otra parte.” Alright kid, get lost somwehre else

Jose scowled at the workers in disbelief.  “Why are you letting this alien work with us? She doesn’t belong here!”

“Am I a freak or an alien? Pick up your damn mind.”  Your remark got a few chuckles from behind you as you faced Jose, tail wagging left and right, frustration bubbling to a fit of anger you might not be able to contain.

“You know what you are,” Jose sneered. “A fucking – “

“DEMONIO!”  Demon

Everyone jerked at the loud shout from the other side of the pier, and they saw an older man struggling with his fishing rod, as if something was trying to pull him down.

“¿Señor, está bien?”  Someone asks him from the boat.  Sir, are you alright?

“Hay un demonio en el agua! Un demonio.”  There is a demon in the water! A demon"

Two men quickly approached, helping the man try to pull the catch, and you also drew near to the edge of the pier. Why would he scream demon? Could it be one of those monster fish you sometimes see in the magazine? A frown pulls your brows as you scrutinize the turbid water trashed around where the line was disappearing.  But when you crouched down to get a better look at what it could be, your eyes widened in bemused, briefly between the men’s pulling back and forward. You briefly caught two small hands pulling the thread of the fishing rod. It wasn't a demon, that was a child!

“Stop, stop! That is not a demon, that is a kid!”

But none of them listened to you as they were on the verge of collapsing, whatever it was down there, it was strong and didn't seem to budge. Someone lost their grip with the water thrashing and splashing on the slippery wooden pier, and the older man was yanked down.  And you dive in, ignoring the scared protest from your coworkers.

Your eyes adjusted to the murky ocean water as you swam down, trying to locate the man with the white shirt, but the salt water was stinging your eyes, but you kept kicking your legs. Sinking even further, relief flooded you as you located the man a few feet away from you, floating unconscious. You swam over to him, and before you could even grabbed him by the bicep, something from down below floated to you, and you almost lost all the air as you gasped dumbfounded.

A child, there was a child glaring at you. But your keen eye catches the big gash on her forearm, blood flowing as the kid cradles her arm near her, and with a last mad glare she sent you, she swam down and disappeared into the dark water.

Who are you? What are you? Where do you come from? So many questions but limited time for your lungs. Remember you’re not like your other distant relative who are design to breathe underwater. Desperately you grasped the man's arm and swam up with all your might, lungs starting to burn inside your chest. Sweet relief filled your lungs the instant you broke out from the surface. A long stick appears in your line of vision, and you grip it, letting the man pulling you to the pier. A pair of hands hold you from your biceps and pull you up, clothes clinging to your soaking wet body.

The paramedics immediately took the unconscious man to the hospital, one of them gave you a thick blanket to cover yourself with, and you accepted it. They applauded you for your brave action, patting your back as you smiled at them, but your mind was elsewhere. Who was that child in the ocean? It wasn't your imagination, perhaps a mutant you sometimes saw on the news.

“Oye Xola, que vio esa viejo en el agua? Was it a demon? Did you saw it too?” One of the fishermen asked you, all of them gazing at you with morbid curiosity.   Should you tell the truth?  Lying was against the law on your planet, but then again, this is not your planet, so you shrugged. Hey Xola, what did that old man see in the water?

“No, it wasn’t a demon. I think it was a small shark or something else, but I couldn’t see it clearly.”

Humans speculate among themselves. A shark, a sea monster, or an older man should search for another age-appropriate hobby. And before you reached the stairs from the pier, you gave one last look where you jumped into the water. The soft waves moved the water in a rhythm that prevented you from observing its depths.

It's settled. You are going to explore more about the depth of the ocean.

Everyone went about their day, prepared to share what had happened on the pier with their friends, family, and others. Maritza lent you one of her clothes, and she was excited to see you in them. Your closet includes shirts that expose your shoulders, shorts, or long skirts to comfort your bottom.  The white crop top with no sleeves was a beautiful local white stitching, and the long flowy green skirt was perfect for your tail, with free mobility.

You said goodbye to Maritza with a wave and a smile, promising you would bring her clothes back tomorrow. All day you were thinking about how you're going to investigate your little encounter. The public library was 1 hour from the city, and you needed more energy to use public transportation. The internet could help, with its infinite knowledge of the world, surely there will be something about children capable of breathing in water and stronger than an adult. Your feet wandered through the streets while you savored a large bowl of fruit full of hot sauce and other sweets that the vendor prepared for you. But someone drew your attention, and a happy grin pulled your cheeks.

“Abuela Aurora!” You called out to the elderly woman ahead of you and trotted towards her. Her wrinkled brows rose in surprise, then fondness at the sight of you, and open her arms to embrace you in a gentle hug.  The smell of marzipan and roses filled your nose, enjoying the warm contact from her purple and pink shawl.

“Mi dulce Xola, como te fue hoy? Cuéntame.” My sweet Xola, how was your day today? Tell me.

You related your day, every detail you did, every thought, and every word you had with someone new. And you pause, unsure if it would be a good idea if you tell your encounter with the child to the grandmother. Would it scare her? Alarm her? Then again, she always gave you good advice. She always did when you wanted to create a life in Progreso.

“Hubo un accidente en el muelle, un pescador cayo al agua y estaba ahí para rescatarlo.”

“Ay que peligroso, pero mi dulce niña estaba ahí para salvar el día. ¿Qué fue lo que atrapo ese pescador?”

“No era un qué sino un quién…”  The older woman halted and looked at you curiously, waiting for your answer.

“Vi a una niña, vestida en harapos y con collares de dientes en su cuello.”

That innocent curiosity in the brown eyes of the older woman changed to one of affliction, and with a speed that surprised you, Aurora grabbed your hands and stared into your eyes.

“Olvídate de lo que viste.  Tu no viste una niña en el agua, fue tu imaginación.”

“Pero abuela yo –"

“No! ¡Olvídate de eso, es un mito y nada más! ¡Él es un mito!”

You slipped out of the older woman's grip, and uncertainty invaded you as you took a step back and looked at her suspiciously. And without explaining her outburst, the grandma spun around to continue her stroll as if nothing had happened.

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What the fuck just happened? After thirty minutes of wandering all alone with your rambling and perturbed thoughts. You met grandma in a public park, she offered you a taste of one of her empanadas when you admitted that you had never tried them. It was a fact, she knew something about that underwater child. Tomorrow morning you will have to be persistent and get answers. But what if she's protecting you from something? Is he a myth? Who is a myth?

Your pensive gaze rose to see your cabin illuminated, with its decorative lights on the railing, the warm and gentle breeze swaying the palms leaves, making your skin nippy due to the sweat. So peaceful. Nothing disturbed you.

Your tote bag slipped from your shoulder, falling on the sand with a quiet thud. You didn’t left the backyards lights on.  It’s like a ritual to you, turning all the lights before going outside.   Instinct invades you, slits black pupils narrowed, attempting to search for any sign of threat.

There were three classifications among your people who had unique gifts. For example, a group was for the community, healers, and builders. Another group was for working minds to voice the complaints and wishes of the communities to avoid conflict between tribes.

You knelt without breaking contact with your home and grasped a fist of sand, a familiar warmth spread in your right hand, turning the little sand into a glass-looking lance.

Then there's your group, fiercely protecting the community with their lives. Who attack first and asks questions later.  But you gotta be cautious cause this is not your planet; this environment is not filled with humongous beast or neighborhood tribes who wished to raid your hom.

Earth doesn’t have that.

“Come out before I’ll drag you by the throat.”  Your threat was loud, making sure whatever was inside your home could hear it. A rustle from your left was heard, loud and approaching you, bending your knees into a defense position, raising your spear to your shoulder.

“Much ma' in meentik loob…”  Please, don’t hurt me.

Your gaze immediately softened, and you lowered the spear. Your heartbeat delayed its frantic pace, realizing you were not going to fight your life. A huge relief for you because you were wondering how you would hide the body. There was the cause of your inner turmoil.  Giving you the biggest puppy eyes you have ever seen, wet hair still dripping, which indicates she must have been hiding in the water not too long ago, but a whiff of copper made you blink. The little girl was still holding her arm to her chest, there was no bleeding, but the gash on her forearm looked red and angry, needing treatment.

You took a step forward but halted when she quickly took two steps back. Her widened eyes were staring at something, and you looked down, ah right how could you forget the dangerous weapon in your hand. Slowly you kneeled down, keeping eye contact with the girl, dropping the glass weapon, and the second it made contact with the white sand, it returned to its original form.

The little girl gasped with wonder as she walked towards you with new courage, speaking in her mother language you could not understand.

“Teech juntúul k'uj?  K'a'abéet a beel juntúul bey le intia'al, Kukulkán!”  Are you a god?  You must be one like mine, Kukulkan!

 You crouched correctly to her eye level as you raised your hands. “Woah, woah, I – I cannot understand you,”

The girl paused as she heard you speak, frowning.  

“Ah, you don’t understand me, okay….” You muttered to yourself, feeling conflicted about how to communicate with her.  “That nasty wound will get infected if it isn’t treated.”

The girl tilted your head as she blinked at your word. You pointed at her wound. “What happened to you?”

 She glanced at it briefly and shrugged. “  Yaan u ts'akik chúunk'in, le xiibo' estúpido lúub yóok'ol tin yéetel in la'achik.”  It will heal later, that stupid man fell on me and scratched me.

You understood the word stupid, but you could not decipher the rest. However, inside your home, you could use your native technology to help her and be able to translate what she said. You straightened to your height and offered your hand. The little girl stared at it, then at you. Curiosity but caution gleamed in her brown eyes, clearly not trusting you fully.

Using the same hand, you offered you pointed where your heart was. “Xola,” You offered your hand again, hoping the little girl would understand your intentions. You just wanted to help her and perhaps know more about her origins.

It took her seconds to understand you, and a smile pulled her chubby brown cheeks. “Yalit,” Your hands gently grasped the small hands from Yalit and pulled her towards your home, and for the first time, you had a  guest in your lonely home.

[p3chris]

Thoughts on the "Bullet-in-Butt Date"

Just a long post on why I think the "Bullet in Butt Date" might be problematic to animate.

To our collective dismay, I think this extra mission is unlikely to get animated and that might be why we got "Mama becomes the wind" as consolation.

Not to play the devil's advocate, but I do see some issues with this side chapter that might have caused objections to its animation.

For one, and I think this might probably be one of the major problems, is that our four to six year old Anya concocts and detonates a bomb here, in a restaurant pantry:

There are so many potential issues with this: it sends out a horrible public message, people are shown doing ignorant things that could get themselves or others killed or injured, concerned authorities might worry that kids could potentially emulate this, it is also terribly unrealistic for a host of reasons and raises too many questions beyond the suspension of disbelief.

Admittedly, that was also my thorn with this side chapter. Like I mentioned above, it is strikingly unrealistic. Don't get me wrong. I actually did love this chapter - for the initial family interaction, the focused twiyor interaction and Twilight's cute desperate attempts to impress Yor. Anya tailing her parents was adorable and so was Franky getting his fix of Twilight embarrassing himself.

I took Anya's intervention with extra brakes on my inner skeptic. Anya is very young and not particularly academically inclined. While she can read thoughts, she is still prone to misunderstanding things due to her lack of general knowledge.

It simply seemed too much of a stretch that she is able to get the slip multiple times on Franky with him none the wiser to her shenanigans, follow the Red Circus member's thoughts, gather the correct proportions of household/industrial chemicals and moderate them in the amounts needed to construct a non-lethal makeshift bomb, and not hurt herself in the process despite her lack of fine motor skills, knowledge and protective equipment. Bear in mind that at this stage she is shown to still somewhat struggle with math and fractions since she is focusing her efforts on copying off her classmates.

Then there's the Red Circus dude who is able to just appropriate a pufferfish, a fish with a dangerous toxin which requires handling by a trained expert for an expensive and rare dish, and do with it as he liked. He is also able to administer life-threatening amounts into Yor's martini and get a colleague to serve it. Imagine what would happen if it gets out that that this high-class restaurant is so lax about the security and use of its ingredients. There's also Yor who registers a strange drink and just drinks it with no apprehension or hesitation, and doesn't question why the restaurant served her a drink that managed to completely dull her pain (and that would kill people who are not her). That doesn't sound, logically, like how a trained poison user would behave. But that does say some not so flattering things about her and why Anya rates her lowly for life skills.

Lastly, Anya made a mess of the pantry and the corridor, and no one, absolutely no one in this high-class busy kitchen even noticed this young child and the hazardous and wasteful mess she made, which could also have injured others besides her intended target. The restaurant continued operating even after their pantry exploded and one of their waiters was hurt. Like I said, so many issues that test the suspension of disbelief.

Then there is also the less than sensitive treatment of the Red Circus dude's trauma. To find the people you care greatly about brutally killed is traumatising and to encounter the person responsible even more so. However, here his actions and motives are simply played off as a joke and action sequence for Anya.

Not only was the whole retaliation twist unrealistic, but it also goes against how Anya has been otherwise consistently shown to contribute to their parents' mission and wellbeing. The running gag is that things often don't go exactly as she planned, but they work out in the end.

Anya's assistance is usually not as sophisticated or grand as her constructing a bomb and threatening an adult criminal so effectively he thinks she is a child assassin. What is cool about her is that she tries to find the best use of her current abilities and her environment.

Also, her limitations are usually realistic. Despite being a telepath and a resourceful and independent child, she has a short attention span and is easily distracted. She has a small body and isn't capable of great strength or reach (with that said, she is already a lot of stronger than one would expect of her age and build, something I would like to explore further at a later time). She lacks both general knowledge and specialist knowledge and her mind is at an egocentric stage of development so there are still many things she struggles to or simply does not process. She sometimes misunderstands the situation and often finds herself out of her depth. But that's okay. She is a child. Not a child operative, a weapon, or a superhero.

Honestly, this chapter was lovely enough even without this dramatic twist, since the series itself is also about the Forgers finding themselves through the little moments. Notice how subsequent side missions seem to remain focused on the mundane and simpler moments - Franky's mission to find love, Anya playing with Penguinman and Bond, plus one of the latest chapters involving injured Yor and Yuri being competitive with Loid.

What I really loved about this side mission was how fixated Loid was about making Yor happy and some of the lovelier twiyor moments in the manga.

It'd be a real shame if this doesn't get animated.

[aventurinees]

❧ here’s a little rundown on a verse im working on , writers please do give constructive criticism! as i am trying to make this interesting. but its also a somewhat draft, and so i can can keep track of what im doing. so its incomplete as well :). 🌷🦢

(if u write pls interact 🪽)

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On this planet called ‘Veda,’ there are many creatures. Such as vampires, sirens, mermaids/mermen, werewolves, fairies, banshees, and oni.

There is no hierarchy in this world, however, other creatures do tend to look down on people of the oni species. Viewing them as nothing but curses and demonic creatures (unfortunately what they are so nothing does them justice.) However, many oni’s did not sit back and take discrimination from other legendaries. The legendaries that continued to yap about how bad the oni were really drove them over the edge, they know what they are, but hearing it on repeat annoyed them to the core, and considering oni are very short tempered, this caused the oni to go rogue, killing off other creatures brutally. This specifically started a war with werewolves. Before time, werewolves and oni’s have always butt heads centuries before, but werewolves also being killed off by the oni set off a hell on Veda.

This is where the main character Mazoku Akuma comes in. A little rundown on Akuma..their name means ;

Akuma - Devil : demon

Mazoku - Evil : supernatural being

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Mazoku lives in a small village of oni’s who have isolated themselves from the world, straying away from anything and everything. These oni’s have gained control over who they are known to be by going on strict diets and following certain rules to keep themselves in line. Mazoku, unfortunately, is an oni who struggles with the diet and following the rules. Just recently they were found near the sea absolutely mauling a merman, getting them into huge trouble and causing them to get a scolding that felt neverending.

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Akuma has a hard time controlling himself due to the fact that his parents were oni who never really got the proper training in the village, which affected him, causing him to also have a lack of understanding in some subjects. However, Mazo is well liked by a few kids in the village. They think it’s cool that he’s that one oni to be singled out due to how he can’t control his urges, Mazo finds it quite odd that they find that cool. Isolation isn’t exactly fun, which they tried explaining on multiple occasions, but it never works out.

❧ The village being near the sea means that the oni’s were familiar with many of the sirens and mers, but Mazoku was never really liked by them after the incident of them devouring one of the ‘mertizens.’ However, one merman in particular caught Mazo’s eye, not in a ‘I want to devour him way,’ but Mazo must admit, the boy was captivating. The merman was beautiful. Pearly blue scales adorned his pale skin, and his pure white eyes, whitish blonde hair with light blue highlights that sat on his shoulders, and his shiny blue tail that had a pink hue to the sides topped of his whole look, not to mentioned the seashell necklace the merman always wore. Mazo never knew the boys name, but the way he looked had them in a trance. But they were always forbidden from interacting with any other creature, for obvious reasons as of now. However, this never stopped Akuma. And they finally got the honor to learn the boys name, Yang.

Yang - Ocean

[blueboyluca]

Chapter 16 is just endless anecdotes about how Stella can communicate in button-perfect English.

Even though I just added these three words, I had always used them in my natural vocabulary when I talked to Stella. Stella was no stranger to these words; this was just the first time she had the chance to use them as well.

Hunger’s explanation for how Stella apparently knows words is as infuriating as ever. This is the exact kind of explanation I see on Instagram from multiple dog buttons accounts. They just assume that the dog knows the meaning of the word because it’s a word they (the human) uses often. I use a lot of words often with my dogs, they are no stranger to many words, but that doesn’t automatically prove my dogs understand the meaning of those words, or would be able to use them to communicate back.

This time, after I was vacuuming the living room for about three or four minutes, Stella ran from the bedroom over to her board. She sped right past me, barely making eye contact with me and avoiding the vacuum. "All done all done," she said. I turned the vacuum off. Stella wagged her tail. Her ears went straight back against her head. "Happy," she said.

Another extremely questionable anecdote.

The patterns of language she was using were consistent and predictable. She said words at the times when they made sense. She did not say "eat" in the middle of the day or combine words that did not go together like "beach bed," "good mad," "bye bed," "water park," "walk water," and so on.

How can I trust this is true? There is no data here. There is no inclusion of examples where the meaning of the communication was unclear. I am just supposed to take all of this as fact. I am just supposed to accept it because Hunger is saying so. I am just supposed to believe that Stella is definitely using words in deliberate phrases that make contextual sense, and that she never makes combinations that would be unclear or linguistically nonsense. I’m supposed to believe this fantasy that Hunger has constructed.

If we did not understand her, she tried saying what she meant in a different way, or she repeated her message.

It's telling that we don’t get examples of what these different ways of saying something are.

I don’t know – doesn’t it say something that the leaders in the field of dog training and behaviour have largely ignored Hunger for Words? Doesn’t it say a lot when these experts with years of experience and education brush past questions about these buttons, with brief comments of operant conditioning before changing the subject? I guess conspiratorial thinking would argue that “big dog training” is trying to cover it all up, but the more realistic explanation is that the leaders in the field recognise this as scientifically unsound and prefer to ignore it. Right? Like, I hardly ever see experts talk about this. (Probably because it’s a load of bunk!)

Stella was tired, she stretched along her board, saying words slowly with significant pause time between each one. It reminded me of when I wake up in the morning and yawn and stretch as I talk.

What was it Mirk once said? Hunger read On Talking Terms with Dogs challenge.

Stella even came up with her own ways to talk about concepts she did not have a specific word for. For example, she started saying, "bye eat" to request the Kong toy we filled with peanut butter every time we go to work.

Kill me.

Honestly, I can’t give more examples. This entire chapter is just like this. It sucks.

I wanted this story to spread because of the messages it represented. Everyone deserves a voice. And dogs say and think about so much more than we ever thought they could.

I’m sorry but this is laughable. This book is not about Stella or dogs. It’s about Hunger and her ego as a speech therapist. She has not demonstrated interest in dog behaviour and dog communication. She has only demonstrated interest in teaching Stella AAC, as an example of how clever Hunger is herself.

Stella’s commitment to her own wants and needs inspired me. She did not back down from her own desires when I tried taking her where I wanted to go. This was further proof to me that Stella’s sole purpose in life was not to do what we say. She had her own mind and ideas. Everyone has the right to their own opinion and their own wants. Now that I saw firsthand that Stella had a specific vision for her playtime, and did not appreciate me trying to change it, I tried finding a balance between what Stella wanted and what Jake or I wanted and talking about it first.

Hey, guess what? I managed to do all this with my dog without a single button available to us.

Chapter 17 is like a nothing chapter where she talks about becoming famous. She does not mention any criticism or skepticism.

Chapter 18 is a clumsy attempt to bring a conclusion to this insane story.

What would have happened if Thomas Edison gave up on his experiments because someone else did not share his vision? What would have happened if the Wright Brothers allowed other people’s ideas of what was possible to stop them from trying something new? All great ideas and discoveries come not from focusing on "what is," but from imagining what "could be." After all, as Albert Einstein said, "Logic will take you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere." I choose to live in a world where visions of what “could be” are celebrated and prioritized.

Once again, the ego on this woman.

I am a firm believer that our beliefs about the world shape our own individual experiences. I challenge you to think in terms of possibilities instead of problems. Ask yourself, What if it does work? What if the results are even better than I thought? I challenge you to look at the world through the lens of untapped potential everywhere you turn. I challenge you to follow your curiosities, no matter how wild or unlikely they may seem at first. I challenge you to let go of all the excuses you can think of for why something couldn’t work and hold on to the reasons why it could. At the start of any pursuit, you have no idea what it could become.

Seriously fuck off. There is nothing scientific about this. I would love for someone to do this properly, to actually see if dogs can communicate with speech. But that’s not at all what Hunger has done. She has believed something so much that she has now accepted it as truth. And this stuff at the end about challenging people to follow curiosities and let go of excuses is a bunch of nonsense. It’s a very convenient way to slide past any criticism. Hunger is basically putting her fingers in her ears and saying, "La la la I can’t hear you, my dog can talk la la la."

Stella opened my eyes to the glaring similarities between dog and human communication skills.

No, she didn’t. You haven’t paid attention to dog communication skills at all. You’ve superimposed human communication skills onto your dog.

So that's it. I'm going to put my final thoughts in another post.

[lampmanliveblogs]

Let’s go with episode 18!

I've somehow managed to avoid seeing the title for this one, so I have no idea what it might be about. If I had to make any guesses… last episode ended with a cliffhanger, the Owl House surrounded by coven scouts. So this episode will probably begin with Eda & Lilith fighting them off. Maybe Luz, King & Hooty arrive back in time to help… or maybe they'll get some help from another source.

One potential help would be Hunter. Seeing as he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go, he might head back to the Owl House and help Eda & Lilith defend it from his former coven mates.

Another possibility that I went over in the post I made yesterday with my updated Conspiracy Corner 3.0 is that Steve will turn traitor and help our favorite outlaws out. Steve has appeared on a few occasions this season, including on the party celebrating Lilith getting a new job. And in Any Sport in a Storm he mentioned that he was beginning to regret his life choices… just saying, he doesn’t sound too loyal to the cause.

But let’s stop speculating and just get into it!

This is the first image I am met with as I hit play. I will consider this a warning.

This is not at all what I was expecting.

It’s... a flashback. To sometime shortly after Gus was moved up a year. One of the older students pretended to be his friend to get him to do all the work for him so he'd get good grades. This has happened before. He runs and hides in an empty classroom, where he loses control of his illusions for a bit. Willow is there too, also hiding. She summons a small abomination to try and cheer him on, but it melts.

Don’t get me wrong, I like Willow and Gus, but I can’t say this is how I expected this episode to start.

This breathing technique look similar to one I was taught in high school to help when one was feeling stressed. It was called ”breathing in a square.” Basically, it was just taking a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds, and the exhaling. Rinse and repeat until you feel better.

At the time, I thought it was a rather stupid idea, but since then I’ve come to appreciate how taking a few really deep breaths can actually help calm you down.

Labyrinth Runners

Labyrinth Runners… No relation to any Maze Runner, I’m sure. Not sure what the title is supposed to mean just yet… the imagery of labyrinths brings up ideas of being lost. Not always literally, but also metaphorically, as lost in life, or uncertain of the right path going forward.

More importantly, we see some Hexside students in the present days having embraced studying multiple tracks. Mattholomule is now studying Illusions in addition to Construction. Illusions being the same magic his new best friend Gus uses.

Emira now studies Healing as well as Illusion.

Edric decided to pick up two additional magics, Beast Keeping and Potion, on top of Illusion. Back in Reaching Out, he did say he had some interest in Beast Keeping and Eda said he had a gift for Potion making.

And now this guy is here! His face is shrouded in shadows, but based on the tail and that badge he’s holding, I’m gonna go ahead and guess that it’s the Head Witch of the Illusion Coven. Let’s see if I can’t think of a nickname… hmm, a character all about illusions… Oh, I know! Mandrake!

I mean, it was either that or Utgard-Loki, but this guy looks more like a Mandrake.

[sepublic]

            Meet Nick Dragomir Kajumon! I considered doing a redraw, but tbh, this sketch I did a while back has... aged fairly well!

         Nick is an interesting individual, born of magic and technology. Crafted by Arakchos and Draik as an ‘Ultimate Weapon’ of sorts, they took the Typhonus Infusorium Armor and wrapped it around a metal endoskeleton equipped with various mechanisms and devices. By implanting a manmade soul into the body, they created Nick Dragomir Kajumon (the name is as long as the story behind it).

         The dark blue Infusorium isn’t just armor for Nick, it’s a part of him, his soul entwined with it and the metallic frame within. Thanks to magic, he can open his mouth to chew on and absorb metal to repair his internals, if they’re ever damaged, though alas he has no sense of taste. His claws are made of Destonium, a silver metal that like his armor is also indestructible.  

         Nick can fly, with jet boosters built into his back that his shell will unfurl to reveal. He’s like a cross between a snapping turtle, a T-rex, a dragon, and a gorilla in terms of form; Nick is equipped with massive strength and can curl up into a rolling ball of destruction. Typhonus Armors are already indestructible themselves, but their serrated, sharp textures add additional destruction, as do the sharp scales that cover Nick’s back.

         What makes Infusorium stand out amongst other Typhonus Armors is that it can create constructs and weapons from itself, so Nick can generate blades, spikes, flexible tendrils to lash out with, etc. His mouth can open to fire a laser sphere, while his palms open to fire multiple; A barrage of these can whittle down any force, and at full power the cannons fire concentrated beams of energy.

         Not only that, but his chest can open to reveal a small compartment! Having decked it out with soft surfaces and cushions, it acts as a handy place to store objects and even small children inside of. As a result, Nick has been tasked with a fair number of escort missions, and his anchor-like tail can extend over his head to strike like a scorpion. He can even mash his hands together to form a giant drill, and by spinning as he flies, tunnel through the ground! His Typhonus Armor is already protean, but so are the features of the frame it’s wrapped around, and the configurations it can take.

         With such an arsenal of power, you’d consider Nick Dragomir Kajumon to be one of the most fearsome members of the Arkley Gang, and he is, to an extent… But also, he’s a very silly, clumsy, and easily flustered dude. Not the most stoic, kind of gullible, he’s a big lug who means well, a gentle giant, and his solution to a ticking bomb was once to carry it over his head as he ran as far as he could, screaming the whole time (he could survive the explosion, but everything else...); Despite his intimidating size and frame, Nick has a light, generic voice. If Nick wasn’t nerfed by his agreeable Just Some Dude vibes, he could reach his dreaded full potential.

         That said, Nick is no slouch and if he’s assigned to a mission, that’s the equivalent of caling in the big guns. He’s already an unstoppable juggernaut who can last against an Escapee, imagine if his personality was ruthless and focused enough to match…! In the end, don’t underestimate Nick just because he can be a bit goofy; Nick’s strength, combined with the sharpness and durability of his armor, means he can end a fight against even an Escapee within three direct, consecutive punches to the face. He’s knocked down people with regenerative abilities hard enough for them to not get back up.

        He’s been assigned as a bodyguard for the students a few times, and when Trexdis betrayed the Arkley Gang, he was one of the few members she could trust and count on to help her, having served beneath Trexdis’ command a number of times. He isn’t particularly familiar with a few of the other trusted friends Trexdis has roped into her defection, but Nick figures he’ll just have to get accustomed!

[cloudbattrolls]

All Alone

Sometimes I don’t have eyes.

Sometimes I have so many eyes that everything is a breathtaking web of angles and perspectives, no space left unseen. Sometimes I grow eyes to see all the colors trolls cannot, to view all the wavelengths that pass by, invisible! 

How awful, that trolls can see so little. I feel for them! I feel for the part of myself that wants to be wrapped up and isolated in my first form all the time - a sort of death, for me. Stasis, at least.

Terrible. I was never meant to stay still.

Not that any living thing is ever fully at rest. Cells divide, matter passes in and out, gasses exchange. What a beautiful collection of processes we all are! What wonderful harmonies!

Other part of me - please learn to be honest that you enjoy this. 

You are not wrong for existing. It doesn’t hurt others to love what you are.

Thrixe’s lip curled in disdain as he read the notes he’d left himself. The things he said in his full horrorterror state! Ridiculous. As if any of that was at all respectable to talk about.

Yes, he had to be that way at times for his health and sanity, that much was inescapable. But the least he could do was keep it private.

He looked up at the currently uncovered viewing window of his underwater hivestem block. Colorful fish passed by, and he could glimpse a sea serpent weaving back and forth in the distance.

Atlantis was a good place for seadwellers, for him in particular; he could blend in here, far less noticeable among the unusually high population of violets and fuchsias that existed. Even a few off-caste folk could be seen, some hiding it, some flaunting their illegally colored fins and gills as if to dare someone to try culling them. Tails were thought little of. Ullane would like that.

He looked back down at the notes on his desk - well. Notes was a generous term. In his horrorterror state he took down observations in several forms besides writing. Living, growing structures of flesh whose altered DNA held messages in the double helixes, packets of song given physical form that could be activated with a word or touch. 

The former grew like glistening violet spiderwebs in one corner where the brown desk met the hive’s dark stone wall, while the latter hung as nets of pale crystalline shards suspended in midair over its surface. 

The constructs smelled of salt and the sea, but not badly, he thought. It wasn’t like he had visitors here - if he did he’d be sure to hide such things. 

Typical, that he couldn’t even take normal records of his work and thoughts in that form. It wouldn’t be hard!

He’d have to try and keep more of his troll sensibilities next time he changed shape, that was all. He could civilize himself.

He had to be better. It was the only way to balance out all his…developments.

Zanzul would scold him if he called them freakish aberrations. She was no stranger to elbowing him or prodding him with her spiny limbs if she felt he was acting badly.

But that’s what they were. Even if it was normal for them, they couldn’t act like it was normal, for politeness’ and honesty’s sake.

He had tried multiple times to explain that to her and Zanzul didn’t listen, so he’d given up.

Thrixe drummed his slightly webbed fingers against his desk, the cool ceramic pleasant under his skin.

What if he tried to engineer himself so that he always kept his troll mind, regardless of form? Surely it was possible. 

He remembered, briefly and with discomfort, how Ullane had meddled with her own mind…but this was different! He wouldn’t hurt himself. He’d learned so much since discovering Uryali’s world.

Besides, this was for everyone’s safety.

He paused. Just in case something happened, he should probably do it deep down in the ocean, where he wouldn’t hurt anyone. Yes, he could have gone to the pocket world…but he craved the real ocean, the deep ocean he’d come from sweeps ago. 

Thrixe opened the door to his underwater lobby, though the lobby itself had a wall with a door in the middle, as an extra measure to keep the water out. Past that, after he’d sealed it, lay the door to the ocean. Biotech sponges dried the water that came in after every use, easily keeping up as long as he quickly came in and out. 

He relaxed as he settled into the cold waters, perfectly dressed for them in a black and violet bodysuit that covered him aside from his face and hands, his curly hair floating free from its usual braid. Thrixe’s glow spots lit up, naturally providing illumination, though he was only in the underside of the city; hardly deep down at all.

The hybrid swam swiftly and surely down, the currents bothering him little, and the sea serpents and aquatic dragons knew not to bother him. 

He’d fought a few who hadn’t gotten the message when he’d first moved here. The sharks attracted by the ensuing bloodbath had discouraged any others from trying.

It took some time, but he made it to where the sunlight vanished for good, the edge of the sea’s true depths. The water was clearer down here, and his gills flared, taking it in. He glowed brightly from his fins and his facial spots, and little fishes swam around him, attracted by his light - only to be snapped up by larger ones.

He was tempted to eat one himself…but what would Mikiel think? Snapping up raw fish like a feral? That wasn’t proper highblood behavior.

His glowing eyes watched the larger fish dart about, his digestion sac grumbling. 

Guiltily, he speared one with a tendril grown from one of his hands and ate it, then retracted the spiny growth. His moirail never had to know.

Satisfied, he closed his eyes, focusing as life still swirled around him. 

Thrixe changed.

His troll body warped to starfish flesh, spiny and full of tube feet, growing numerous eyes and mouths, engulfing the fish that strayed too close to him because - sorry, fish - he realized he was still hungry. 

He grew and grew, extending his many arms and his head, his legs, his tendrils and tentacles. He filled the dark, crushing waters as a glowing, rippling creature whom bubbles rippled around in a massive sheet.

The Choir hummed softly, happy to be back in this state. But his song soon stopped as his troll aspect tried to assert itself - and succeeded. He tilted his great head, eyes blinking, and his happiness waned as he realized how big he was, how he’d just eaten all those fish, fed into his many mouths. How horrible he must look!

At least no one could see him here, at the border of the midnight zone. 

He shut his many eyes. He needed to act better when he was like this, no matter how tempting it was to start prodding at the fish and other ambient life, at the currents of the depths…

No. He’d grown too careless lately! This wasn’t something to be enjoyed. Had he forgotten what had happened to the Siren and Uryali?

His powers were useful, that was all, just useful enough to outweigh how wrong they were. 

He didn’t have to be wrong. He could be decent and respectable and normal. 

…He could act like it, at least.

Didn’t it count because he wanted it so much? Because he didn’t want anyone to suffer his strangeness? 

That meant something, didn’t it?

Endless tons of water pressed down on him, and without him even meaning for it, his limbs extended further, questing for more organic material to consume or alter.

He stopped them. He would be still. He wouldn’t give in.

Exhaustion set into Thrixe. This was possible, but it was draining…he had better turn back. At least he knew it was possible now.

He began to shed his starfish flesh. 

Rather, he tried to.

It wouldn’t dissolve. 

A spurt of panic entered him, his many limbs writhing wildly as he tried again, and again, and again. No. No. 

No.

A terrible despairing vibration swept through the deep waters from his body, for somehow he had become stuck, unable to return to troll form.

Thrixe trembled all over. He had his mind, blessedly he still had his mind, but why not his body? Why wouldn’t it obey him? He had to go back! 

If he couldn’t go back, he had to stay down here. 

If he couldn’t change back, he had to be alone in the depths where no one could see him and he couldn’t hurt anyone.

Thrixe could not sniffle - he had no nose - but he felt as if he still did it, somehow.

He would fix this. He would fix this, no matter what.

In the meantime…

He calmed himself enough to compose a message for his friends who knew what he was, and one for Mikiel. 

He sent his moirail’s first - a recording condensed into crystalline form, waiting for him at his hiveblock. It was shaped like a diamond, of course.

Mikiel -

Something went wrong with one of my experiments. I’m fine, but I can’t come back until I fix it. I don’t know how long it will take - I’m hoping no longer than a few nights. Did you get that artisan olive oil I sent you? Good, right?

I hope work is okay. Freeze some monsters for me.

- Thrixe 

The one he sent to his friends was more generic, but he still asked them how they all were and warned them he was unavailable while he fixed his experiment. 

Zanzul…Thrixe winced at the idea of telling his signmate what he’d done. He knew she wouldn’t approve. Maybe he could fix himself before she found out.

He sent one last message to the clinic itself.

Could someone feed Archimedes? I sent him to stay while I’m gone. Please look after him while I’m away.

Thrixe swam toward a continental shelf and carved himself a hollow to curl up in. Rock crumbled away into the ocean as he squeezed himself in, curling up into a huddled violet mass.

Humming quietly, he tried to sing himself to sleep in the cold, dark depths.

[naturecoaster]

All About the Lake Lindsey Dinosaur

Most people who have traveled Lake Lindsey Road east of US 41 notice half of a dinosaur, life-sized, on the north side of the road. I have often asked people if they know where Lake Lindsey is. Most look confused and respond, “maybe…” I ask them if they remember the dinosaur and suddenly their eyes light up. “I’ve seen that.” “Weirdest thing ever.” “What happened?” “Why doesn’t someone finish it?” are common responses. Locals tell the story of August Herwede and his infamous half-Brontosaur that my oldest son calls “Headley.” August was a man with a mission who created his art for enjoyment. What do you do with Half a Dinosaur? Kevin Eaton grew up in Pasco County – Hudson in fact. He lives adjacent to the dinosaur and thought something should be done with the legendary beast. “For fifty years, this dinosaur sat untouched,” Kevin told me. “I thought something should be done with it. It would be nice if someone would finish the front half – if they know how.” “I’ve had people from Australia, England, Sweden, and all over stop for pictures with the dinosaur. I love to see parents bring their children for pictures. Sometimes we help children get in its belly for a picture,” Kevin said. “It brings me a lot of joy to see how much people appreciate this piece of local history.” Kevin’s brother, Steven Eaton actually owns the dinosaur. He lives on five acres behind and up the hill a bit. Steps were built into the tail of the half-finished Brontosaurus on Lake Lindsey Road by its creator, August Herwede. Image by Diane Bedard. Meeting Headley I walk over to August Herwede’s unfinished masterpiece and realize there is a hole in the underbelly where a ladder can be inserted to climb inside. “There are steps going down the tail,” Kevin tells me. “This is one well-made dinosaur!” Where did the Lake Lindsey Dinosaur Come From? August Herwede emigrated to the U.S. from Volkmarsen, Germany in 1924. He was a painter, a farmer, a stained-glass window maker for churches, and an interior designer who came to Florida’s Nature Coast in 1951. August built a home for himself and his wife, Augusta, on an acre of land along Lake Lindsay Road. August wanted to build an elephant, but his wife wouldn’t let him. In 1964, she passed away and he began creating his first pachyderm from plaster with canvas ears that would flap in the breeze. It was about five feet, according to Michael Marzella, a St. Petersburg Times reporter in the 1970s. A 1969 Tampa Tribune story with photos by Jim Twitty shows some of August Herweide's menagerie. There Was a Whole Zoo Locals, like David Ward, remember multiple dinosaurs, an elephant, a wooly mammoth and more. “We would look at the creatures and enjoy the scenes that were created,” David reminisced with me. “I remember a Tyrannosaurus Rex, one of those spiny dinosaurs, a Stegosaurus, and a duck-billed one in a scene under Oak trees with Spanish moss hanging down. It was kind of spooky.” In fact, August Herwede constructed 30-plus life-sized creatures, from a lion family to dinosaurs, and a 12-foot woolly mammoth with long curving tusks and tufted ‘hair’ from concrete, wood, and wire in two years! In the mid-1970s, there were picnic tables, a totem pole, and a sign that read “See the Animals” amongst them on the acre lot that was his home. August Herweide in his Brontosaurus while he was constructing his swan song by Mike Woodfin. Making the Brontosaurus In 1966, he began construction of his masterpiece: the Brontosaurus. This amazing statue would be built to scale, nearly sixty feet long and thirty feet tall! Like the rest of his prehistoric replicas, August’s Brontosaurus would be crafted on a wooden frame with a wire-reinforced concrete shell. It would be hollow, with access to the inside from a hole in the beast’s belly. He dug a pit to be its swamp home at the curve on State Road 476 and began construction. August was working on the project when he fell from the scaffolding and broke both of his legs. His neighbor found him several hours later and took him to the hospital. "The sad part about it is the big one he never finished," said Mrs. William Herwede, his daughter-in-law who lived in Valley Stream, N.Y. "He was going to make the whole history of the animal inside, but when he broke both legs, he knew he couldn't finish them and had no will to live.” August Herwede died from a fall while constructing his iconic Brontosaur. He was buried in the Lake Lindsey Cemetery. Image from Find a Grave. She and her husband inherited the property after August Herwede died, and they tried to maintain the statuary, but weather and vandals took their toll. A drunk driver ran into the totem pole, Cypress Gardens purchased the leopard snagging a fish, a trailer park bought the lion family, and Saint Petersburg insurance executive, Charles Lenz, purchased nine of them for a miniature golf course at his Homosassa campground. By 1984, there were only seven pieces left. Some in major disrepair. Finally, each of August’s creations was removed, except the back half of the Brontosaurus who has stood silently for nearly sixty years, heralding travelers along State Road 476, also known as Lake Lindsey Road. Many have exclaimed, "Was that a headless dinosaur?" And now you know why it's there. Pre-history in a Concrete Legacy by Michael Marzella, published Sept. 23, 1976, in the St. Petersburg Times. Read the full article