#dolphins can get high on pufferfish lol

[dvcky-duck]

tried doing surreal art, really fun :D the 'sketch':

just kind of a big fat mess of photoshop <3 and here are the images I used/referenced

all from pinerest hehehe

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[puzzled-pegasus]

more WoF tribe hcs because I feel like it

SandWings often swallow their prey whole like a snake

RainWings, when telling stories, subconsciously change their scales to vaguely match those of the dragons in the story. They find it hard to follow stories told by non-RainWings because they rely somewhat on visual cues. Ex: Kinkajou telling Moon about something Winter said and her scales turning white and blue without her thinking about it.

Dragon wing gestures are something not enough ppl talk about but I love thinking about wing movement as it relates to body language. Wings flared to try to intimidate or to convey excitement, wings swept outward and horizontally to gesture to their surroundings, wings used to point at things, to wave hello or goodbye, RainWing wings outstretched and turned red in a gesture not unlike a middle finger, wings pulled back in shock, wings poised to launch into the air in a fight or flight response when startled, etc etc just WING RELATED BODY LANGUAGE/GESTURES!

SkyWings also 100% have at LEAST 30 rude gestures you can do with ur wings

LeafWings have prehensile tails like RainWings

RainWings as well as IceWings have an incredible ability to right themselves in the air when knocked off balance, kinda like cats lol

SandWings would too bc sandstorms

SandWings are actually really good swimmers

MudWings don't swim but walk along the bottom of the lake/river like a hippo

When RainWings trip on frog poison, their scales turn neon colors

SkyWings have extremely well developed vision and can see insane detail from very far away, like an eagle.

RainWings have courtship dances.

Typically, male RainWings and SkyWings have brighter colors and male SkyWings are more commonly red.

Similarly, blue SeaWings are more commonly male.

HiveWings can be hot pink. (Inspiration from that one kind of grasshopper)

Procreation between NightWings and SeaWings sometimes creates children with bioluminescent black lights.

RainWings can learn to speak Aquatic through scale color changes, though it only works with daylight because their scales are only color changing and not bioluminescent.

SeaWings can get high from pufferfish poison, like dolphins.

SeaWings get sick when they transfer from fresh water to salt water and vice versa, similar to altitude sickness.

SkyWings anatomically have the largest hearts of any tribe. (Ah, the irony)

If they eat too many shrimp or similar seafood, IceWings can turn pink. (It's not cute though, it's often a sign of malnourishment.)

RainWings, LeafWings and NightWings are the only tribes able to eat chocolate without getting sick.

Many NightWings are colorblind, but can see colors in visions of the future.

RainWings can mimick sounds and even voices with bonechilling accuracy.

Pantalan dragons do not have forked tongues.

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

Another question >:D

I’m sure you mentioned it but my brain just can’t brain right now, what are the dietary differences between mers and sirens? I assume it varies because of their differences in habitats, but I just want to hear your cool interpretation of this kind of thing >:D

It was mentioned in the mer/siren biology slides (which I need to expand on and update but I’ll do that laaatter) but I’ll be happy to word vomit in more detail about it lol

Sirens are obligate or “true” carnivores which means that they can only get the sustenance and nutrients they need from meat. They can technically eat plants like seaweed though only in smaller amounts as their bodies cannot digest it properly and it’s not very beneficial to them anyway.

Due to this, sirens have sharper teeth as well as other more predatory features as compared to merfolk.

And as for specifics of their diet, it really just depends on where their territory is/where they are as well as individual preference, though I will list what is potentially on the menu for a siren here:

Fish, especially larger migratory fish like salmon, and also eels

Sharks, dolphins, even smaller whale species like belugas and narwhals

In way colder regions where prey is more limited, they will eat seals and penguins

Seabirds may also fall victim to sirens if they are unlucky enough—sirens can breach the water fast and go pretty damn high if they want to/have a good headstart

Mussels and shrimp are too small even as a snack for an adult siren though lobsters and crabs are really tasty treats to them

Merfolk though it is a tad rarer as mers and sirens aren’t often close to each other

Aaand humans :)

I’m basing their feeding behavior mostly off of orcas as different pods have different dietary habits and the same can be said for siren pods as well as individual sirens.

Merfolk are omnivores so they can eat both plants and meat and need both to maintain a good diet.

Their teeth are duller than sirens’ though they still have sharp canines and claws but they lack some of the more predatory features and behaviors that sirens have.

Merfolk live amongst the coral reefs and seaweed forests in warmer waters so prey is often more plentiful for them than sirens, especially since they don’t always have to chase down prey and can eat plants instead. They are similar to sirens however as different pods will eat different things depending on their location.

Mer dietary list:

Plants like seaweed/kelp

Shrimp as well as lobsters and crabs

Mussels like clams and scallops

Urchins (mers are naturally immune to the effects of urchin venom)

Smaller species of fish, including clownfish and pufferfish (mers are also naturally immune to the poisonous effects of pufferfish)

Otters

Mers do not prey on humans nor sirens and actively try to avoid both.

[bbyboybucket]

Hey!

saw an ask game and was kinda bored and watned to chat, so here:

headphones or earbuds?

do you talk to yourself?

what do you think says the most about a person?

and finally. . .

what's one weird fact you know?

That's all, have a wonderful day! :)

Heyyy! Thanks for sending this!!

I definitely am an earbuds person.

I talk to myself 24/7, especially when I’m trying to do something haha.

I think it’s hard to choose just one thing because there’s so much that can reveal a lot about a person. I might sound crazy bc I know it’s always said “don’t judge a book by its cover” but that’s so not true. I think the way someone chooses to express themselves in their clothes and style and hair etc. really tells you a lot because if you pay attention, that’s a big look into what they like and prefer, sometimes what their interests are, and sometimes it can even indicate some personality traits too. For a basic example, if someone regularly wears a lot of makeup, like lipstick and detailed eyeshadow, that tells me that they’re artsy and they like making things beautiful. And I think the same thing about how someone decorates their home/bedroom, because that’s giving you probably and even bigger look into who they are. Because every single item in there really just represents a little piece of them. It can give a lot about their personality and interests.

Butttttt if we’re talking about mainly personality traits and particularly in the sense of whether they’re trustworthy, kind, reliable, etc. I think one of the biggest things (kinda an obvious thing too ig) is how they talk about other people when they aren’t around. I mean not only does that give insight into wether or not they’re two faced but it kinda can tell you if someone is a bitter person, if they’re spiteful, it can show if they’re insecure and so much more. But also, I think how someone reacts when a friend or loved one (or even a stranger in some cases) is in need or having a hard time. There’s A LOTTTTT that can say about someone, too much for me to get into.

As for a weird fact, I’m sure I know a million but I can’t think of very many off the top of my head, so you may have heard this one before lol but apparently Dolphins can be malicious. Male dolphins regularly SA female ones, sometimes groups of males will find a female and separate her from her school (? Idk what it’s called? Herd?) and take turns SAing the female until it sometimes dies. And if the female resists they’ll bite and attack it until it’s weak enough. They torture and kill other animals for fun, not for food. And another fun little fact is that they like getting high off pufferfish venom.

[multimask]

Alright buckle up we got a lot of questions: 13, 14, 16, 25, 26, 33, 37, 38, 42, 63, 68, all for my wonderful friend The Head of Coin! 👁👁 show me the forbidden information

ALRIGHT LONG LIST HERE WE GO (love that you’re asking Coin, who is supposed to be good at keeping Secrets, all of these questions, and so soon after That Chat with Von Kri, too)

13. What do they dislike about themself? Why?

I'm honestly not sure. Coin's been running around my head for a good number of months now, and I don't know if I've ever heard him say anything about something he doesn't like about himself. He's a cocky cheerful bastard, and I'm *still* trying to figure out if that's honest to god Him or if that's a façade he puts on. I'm not sure Coin completely realizes this - though he's definitely noticed after That Chat - but he's somewhat careless when not sworn to secrecy, is a way to put it, I suppose. If he's made a deal or an agreement then by the gods he will follow it, but if not? He can be unfortunately loose-lipped, as we discovered in that chat with Von Kri. If it involves his Own, then he is... better at being tight-lipped when not sworn to, but he can be careless when it comes to others he doesn't have any formal Deals with (like the main party...). He knows this isn't necessarily favorable, but he's also not sure how, or even if, he wants to really change that

14. What is something they love about themself?

Coin loves his surefire confidence. He’s a cheerful bastard, and a cocksure one at that. Until That Chat, I don’t think Coin’s been really shaken or felt out of control of a situation in a good long while. I still need to really sort out his backstory, and his early early life, but I don’t think that this cocksure attitude was always the case for him. It’s something he developed and worked for and... well, you heard it here first, he was *so awkward and shy* as a kid, a total wallflower. He's able to slip into the unnoticed wallflower easy enough, but it's not something he tends to do much these days. He was always watching, listening to others growing up, and he managed to basically turn that into his job?

16. What are their feelings on the people who raised them?

Alright, going to be copy/pasting this Q&A for Coin into one of my hidden DM channels so I’ve got this on record there lmao. The people who raised Coin. . . Hm. Coin was born to eladrin parents on the Material Plane, and he was not born with the “name” of Coin. I have that name written down in my notes, but that is not information I will lightly give where other players might see. The Name/Title of “Coin” he took on after he made his way to the Shadowfell, but that was later in life. His parents were kind folk, and they raised him best they could, but there was only so much they could do for the shy wallflower of a child he was. He doesn’t think badly of his parents, when he remembers them, but it’s been so long since he’s seen them that he rarely thinks about them. He knows his parents have passed away, but he doesn’t know where they’re buried or else he would visit their graves while he’s on the Material Plane right now

25. What stories do they like to tell? What stories do they like to hear?

Coin *loves* to hear stories of all sorts. He trades in information, among other things, and stories can tell you so much about an event and about the people telling you the story. He especially likes the “stories” that are basically someone catching the new person up on all the office gossip & drama. That’s always fun to listen to when they bring someone new into the offices and he gets to overhear the latest rendition of the complaints about Ayen’s Code that no one can understand. Stories that Coin likes to tell? Hm. Whatever kind of story he thinks his audience would like, something to keep them engaged and continuing to trade stories with him. I’m not sure I could get more specific than that, since what sort of story he’d tell depends on who his audience is and if he’s looking for information

26. Who do they miss?

Really digging at the backstory here, I see. *Any* information I’m giving here that pertains to before Coin joined the Shadow Court is new information we’re spinning up to answer these questions lmao. I don’t think Coin misses anyone, not seriously. There might be some old warlocks of his that have passed away that he misses, but there’s always someone new to meet. Perhaps his parents? When he remembers them, of course. It’s been *centuries* since he last saw them, and he has less and less reason to remember them as the years pass by

33. What makes them cry?

As much as I wanted to try and find a possible backstory scenario or something on something that makes Coin cry, I couldn’t think of anything, so we get a funny answer here. What makes Coin cry? Get him drunk enough and he’ll cry over the funniest things, like snakes not being able to walk because they don’t have legs. S&C have both seen this from him on numerous different occasions, I believe, and C will *gladly* offer up facts and info like that if he’s gotten over snakes but needs something continue to cry about. And also drops information like that around Coin when he's sober to add to the list of topics to cry over when drunk. Simply stating “The point is dolphins” around a drunk enough Coin will send him crying about dolphins bc 1) “so long and thanks for all the fish” (Coin: why would they abandon us!?!) and 2) dolphins attacking pufferfish to get high (Coin: they’re so meeeeannnnn why would they do that 😭)

37. What is their favorite thing to hold?

A pen or a coin. When he’s not running around watching the party in their chaos, he’s often found with a notebook or at a desk working on notes or ledgers. He keeps records, and so he’s often found with a pen in hand. He’s also almost always fidgeting with like a silver or copper piece. I think the cool metal of the coins helps ground him, and, as some other characters have seen, he will occasionally hand them out, so he’s always got a coin on hand. 

38. What do they smell like?

Musty, like inks and papers of a records room full of books. There’s also a sharp metallic edge to him, as well, that smells like copper pennies or blood

42. What are three words they would use to describe themself?

Sure-footed, Watching, and Energetic (and, of course, Cheerful, but I call him a cheerful bastard enough that that one’s a given at this point lol)

63. What fight has scared them the most?

A fight with the Baron, back in the early days of this Shadow Court. Things were rough going until everyone settled into their places and got used to each other. Fighting the sorcerer wasn’t that much of a problem, the magic he could handle, but the *blankness* of the Baron was incredibly unnerving. Coin is normally good at reading people, in both combat and conversation, but he’s never been able to read the Baron in either. There was a disagreement between Coin and the Baron about something or other, probably something pretty petty and insignificant looking back, but the fight scared Coin. He’s fought mages before, and can hold his own against them, but he wasn’t able to read the Baron’s movements or his casting, and that was the first fight he nearly lost in a long while

68. What was the best moment of their life?

Watching the party kill the Sage? Hearing that the Sage, Father, and Templar were all three dead? I think that second one, since that signaled him becoming the head of the Court. If there’s another moment, I haven’t mapped out his backstory too seriously, so I couldn’t tell you

[If you want to ask me questions about my characters, the post can be found here!]

[snickerdoodlles]

#something something how viscerally the realization that Pran was the only thing keeping Pat afloat ripped through me #why is that hot #cookie explain the feelings you are inciting in me #TAKE RESPONSIBILITY #bad buddy#bad buddy fic (via @faillen​ )

hello friend!! ilu dearly and i’m here to make it worse!! :D

did you know fish have taste receptors almost all over their body?

not only do they have a lot more taste buds and have a wider taste spectrum than we do, but they can also taste food just by swimming near it. i might not have been able to fit in Pran licking water from Pat’s skin, but he’s still savouring his favorite snack >:3c

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Give me the chaos of your mid you little hellion. Give me the au’s that are stewing away in there. Give me the angst and the fluff and the found family and the shenanigans and the love and allow me to go fucking feral as I read the brain rot.

PatPran mermaid AU. which, tbh, is as far as i've gotten for the most part. idk what the story is that accompanies this *waves hand* fic bit, but there's definitely something in there to discover

other kind of splendor (rated T, 1484w)

Pat visits his grandparents in their small coastal town in Chumphon. It's a small, charming place, where the homes and the trees are nestled close to thing strips of white sand beaches and the waters are deep blue. Pat takes the drive alone with only the radio and nostalgia for company and gets fussed over twice as much by his grandparents as soon as he arrives. On his first night there, Pat escapes after dinner and stands on a sliver of rock littered beach and lets the cold salty air wash away the city from his skin. Under the endless starry night and before the black sea dripped in silver, his stress and worries dissolve like sea foam on the shore.

In the morning, he's conscripted by his grandpa to help with home repairs and by his grandma to help her with her market run, but Pat's afternoon is all for him. He turns to the sea, just as he always does. The shore here dives away steep and quick, delightfully alien compared to the shallow sand beaches closer to home. Pat has many a fond memory of him and Paa diving as deep as they could bear, until their ears popped from the pressure and they floated free from gravity. This afternoon, Pat takes his grandma's old surfboard and paddles until his arms grow heavy. This far out, the beach is just a white scratch between the ocean and the forests, and the sea below his wiggling toes is an endless dark abyss.

It's peaceful, way out here. Pat can lay back on his board, limbs trailing through the cool waters like a balm to the warm sunlight beating down on his chest, and it feels like it's truly just him alone in the world. Storm season is a distant memory this time of year, with only the most gentle lapping waves to disturb him, and Pat drifts peacefully as time trickles by.

Pat's singing his favorite radio songs to the wind when something brushes along the sole of his foot. He yelps and yanks his feet onto his board, wobbling dangerously as his board protests his jerky movements. Pat manages to stay upright, not that it means much. The sun's sunk deep towards the horizon and its warm golden light slants across the water's surface in a golden mirror, only disturbed by the ripples flashing peeks of the deep dark abyss rising closer as the sun sinks lower. Pat thinks it was kelp that tickled him, but it's hard to tell for sure—anything else that's with him, whether that be innocent kelp or fish or something far more sinister, it well and truly hidden. Suddenly, the far distant shore is keenly missed. Pat tries peeking into his shadow to see if that might reveal anything, legs and arms still firmly tucked on his board, when a voice comes from behind him.

"You're a terrible singer."

Pat startles and whips around, rocking his board dangerously once again. A small laugh inflames Pat's ire, but all is forgotten when Pat gets a good look at his new company. A man smoothly bobs beside him, in the patch of water where the sunlight shines the brightest. His lips are curled into a bemused, close-lipped smile, and the golden light catches and gleams a fiery gold in the trails of water trickling down his skin. He's the most beautiful man Pat's ever seen, and Pat stares at him dumbly until his brain comes back online well enough to properly register what the man had said.

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" Pat protests hotly. The other grins meanly and Pat's nose scrunches defensively. "It's not like I'm out here trying to sing opera or something."

The man tilts his head, eyebrows faintly wrinkled as he mouths the word 'opera' to himself. This is also when the rest of Pat's brain finally catches up to him and Pat goes stiff with newfound wariness.

They are a long ways from shore. It is very, very odd for a swimmer to have swum out this far and not sound winded in the slightest. Even stranger for him to have arrived without Pat having heard his approach at all.

Pat opens his mouth, questions bursting on his tongue, but then the man opens his as well, and out comes the sweetest sound Pat's ever heard.

"Kwam rak man keu lok ti suay ngam—"

Pat blinks dazedly as the singer drifts closer. The sunlight seems brighter than it did before in a brilliant halo around them.

"That's not opera," Pat protests dumbly.

An outraged dimple flashes on the man's cheek before he goes back to singing, just as sweetly as before. "Reu bpen arai ti du chang ying yai—"

Pat doesn't realize he's put his legs back in the water until kelp tickles his leg again. The sensation jerks Pat's attention back to the golden lit water. "Hey—"

"Tao gap tongfa tao gap phukao, tao gap tale reu dtong mak kae nai—"

The song sweeps through Pat's mind like a gentle but overwhelming wave. His gaze is pulled right back to the vision bobbing alongside his board. The light shines brilliant gold around them. This close, Pat can see what he'd mistaken for water droplets on the man's chest are little scales reflecting the sunlight. The tickling sensation along his leg confirms it when the man's tail sweeps against it.

The mermaid's no longer singing Thai, but rather some strange yet sweet language that echoes like gentle tides upon the rocks and curls softly like rainfall upon water. He rises from the sea like a dream, hands outstretched to cup Pat's cheeks. His fingers are impossibly smooth and petal soft. Pat has the distant notion, in a part of his mind that feels far away as the rest of him is pulled into a trance, that he's about to be kissed.

The mermaid continues to sing to him, bobbing in the water, and Pat leans closer in millimetre increments, until his board wobbles threateningly. The mermaid's fingers trail across his jaw to tangle in the damp curls at the back of his neck. Pat can feel the mermaid's breath breeze across his cheeks as the mermaid's song reaches its peak. It's only because Pat's watching those sweet lips so close that he sees the instant the mermaid's smile turns wicked. Pat has just enough of a second to suck in a startled gasp of air before the fingers in his hair turn cruel and the mermaid yanks him into the water.

In and down they go. Air bubbles from his lips and catches in beads between them. Pat's ears pop furiously and the mermaid's tail beats against his legs as they go down and down into the dark waters below them, until Pat's lungs ache and he struggles in the mermaid's hold. Then the mermaid flips and pumps them back to the surface.

Pat bursts through the water with his head thrown back and gasping desperately for air. Water streams into his eyes which ache from the salt, and Pat clumsily treads water as he tries to wipe down his face. "Prannnnnnnnn."

Pran's laughter is the lap of small waves on beach rocks, the gentle gurgle of a stream letting out into the ocean. Pat manages to find his surfboard so he can prop one arm on it and spit out the rest of the brine he'd swallowed on their dive. His mermaid circles him like a predator, laughter ringing out across the waves all the while. His tail, shining with the deep golds, pink corals, and warning reds of a sun setting before a storm, teases the surface of the water around him.

Pat shakes the water from his hair and combs it back under Pran's hungry stare. "Aren't we a little old for this game?" he complains without ire.

Pran smiles wickedly. His teeth gleam like knives. "I can find someone else to play with, if you'd like."

Pat snaps his head around and glares. "Pran."

Pran vanishes underwater with another giggle. He's invisible from the surface, barely even a ripple to be seen. Pat doesn't dip below to find him, too eager to be prey in their game, and soon he's rewarded with a hand on his hip and Pran emerging soundlessly between Pat and his board.

Pran stares at the board before he shoves it away, turning smug when Pat scrabbles to grab hold of his shoulders instead. Pat laughs and tucks his head into the soft skin in the crook of Pran's neck, Pran effortlessly treading water for the both of them.

Pat drags his nose against Pran's cool cheek. "You playing with me, Mr. Pran?"

Pran's grip around his waist tightens and he grins, his dark eyes gleaming hungrily. "Always."

Pat laughs and claims his kiss, and his mermaid pulls them beneath the rippling waves.

[[ask me about the fic im not writing]]

[fandomfan315]

Oh!!! Fun facts!! I can do that!!

Okay uhhh let's see...

Dolphins play with pufferfish!! There's this stuff a pufferfish releases when it feels threatened, and dolphins will essentially get high off of it (unintentionally) thus making the dolphins feel giddy and happy!!

There is no sound in space, and therefore most old space movies are inaccurate bc they usually show like smth blowing up right and they have it with sound so like that's not true at all lol

Also even thought it's freezing in space if you get exposed to it for too long your blood boils :)

That's all I have for now and it's pretty basic stuff and idk if u knew them already though :/

What’s the tea tonight my heathens?

please spill