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Shells: Swimmers

Fragile File Shell (Limaria Fragilis)

Learning that some bivalves can swim felt like opening a whole new world of wonder. There's never an end to what is to be discovered!

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Shells week 4: Swimmer

Fragile file shell (limaria fragilis)

[successfulgoddess333]

Shifting💕

This life we’re currently living is the “3D”

This 3D is like

A three dimensional shape

Like a cube etc

In other words it’s physical

(The world is not a cube I hope you get my comparison tho💀)

The only real reality is the 4D because

It created THIS ONE

You’re a master manifestor already

You speak things into existence unintentionally

We humans are more powerful than this fragile shell we are built in

Your subconscious mind is on a level your body and not even this reality

Can compete with

If you’re unfamiliar with shifting

Shifting is the process of shifting your awareness to another reality

Hence the name “Reality Shifting”

But shifting isn’t new it’s been done for decades in other cultures

Way before our time

You’ve got experts like Neville Goddard and trained professionals on YouTube

Who all say the same thing we explain to you on here

It is indeed real and not some thing a bunch of teens created on TikTok in 2020

It is definitely not a trend

It’s something we all know how to do

Here’s how you shift

There’s a lot of methods but I’m not giving you any

You don’t need them

Stop putting power in a subliminal

A tumblr post a person from a video

Telling what method helped them

Bitch the power comes from YOU

When will you learn?

The key to shifting

The key to the void state

The key to Astral projection

The key to success in general or any out of body experiences

Literally comes from

You

Your mind

Which is why I say

Your mind is the most powerful thing there is

It can take you to alternate realities

Experience oob(out of body) experiences

Meditation

Manifestation etc

And what’s the most your physical body can do?

React

The 3D is filed with nothing but results and reactions

The 4D is the mastermind

It’s the one causing the results of this reality

And who’s in control of that

You areeeeee

Your mind doesn’t control you

You control it

You already know how to shift etc

All you need to do

Is lay still

Mind awake body asleep technique

Affirm

There’s not much to it

You’re always shifting

Think about it

If you’re reading this and someone calls you and interrupts you

You shifted

Because there’s an alternate reality where that didn’t happen and you’re still reading this

Another reality where you’re reading this but maybe backwards who knows

There’s infinite realities

Everything you do is a shift and don’t ever feel shitty about Sps

You’re just shifting to a reality where that person is yours and has always loved you it’s not magic it’s not against their will

There’s a reality right now where your celebrity crush or real life crush

Is your soulmate

There’s a reality where you’re allowed to eat whatever you want and never gain a pound

Life is not limited

Only in a reality where physicality is the superior factor is when it becomes limiting

Because we think we can’t do certain things

Maybe not here

That’s why we shift

There’s even things you could do here that’s out of the ordinary

The Universe is powerful it’s been here for yearssssss and nobody knows the truth behind it

Or everything in it

So if we came from something that literally created asteroids and planets etc

What makes you think WE don’t have some type of power?

We inherited it from the universe or you could say God if that’s what you believe

(All respect here)

Just like we inherited our traits from our parents

The universe is our first parent

We are little powerful minded creatures living in a limited reality

But reality shifting is definitely real

You’re not mentally unstable or schizophrenic for believing in shifting

It’s 100% real

Don’t ask me or anyone

To shift or manifest it anything for you

You’ve got a subconscious mind too

Use it

[lunatic-pudge]

Scout, Pyro, Demo, Medic, Sniper, and Spy Relationship Headcanons

Can you tell which ones are my absolute favorite:')

Scout

• Unsurprisingly, it takes him a long time to get over his infatuation of Ms. Pauling (I'm 110% convinced she's a lesbian), so you must be basically a deity to be catching his attention (though he'd the type to flirt with EVERYONE)

• Golden retriever energy, also youngest child energy. Constantly wants to do everything for you but also needs constant attention. He's also used to be getting picked on by the other mercs and his older brothers so he'll be going to you for validation. But he also doesn't want to appear weak so it'll take some time to break through his (fragile) shell.

• Love language: physical touch and acts of services. Will be constantly trying to act like a macho man for you but will also beg to hold your hand. Cuddles are constant. He may not be good at being a handyman, but my gods he's gonna try his darndest. Plz tell him that he did a good job, he's trying his best.

• He's the best person to go to if you wanna go on randon and unexpected adventures. One minute you're both in Teufort, the next your across country at the beach up east coast. Poor thing gets yelled at a lot for just uping and leaving without notice.

• Local snack dealer. Ma is always making sure that he's got sweets on hand. His room has care packages from her with some of the most wholesome letters from her and the box if FILLED to the brim with sweets, treats, and soda

Pyro

• My little baby boo, a wholesome partner who would kill for you. Can get jealous very easily so you might have to hold them back from committing manslaughter.

• Love language: quality time and gift giving. Time with Pyro is time well spent. Constantly just wants to be in the same room with you. They don't do well when you're not around. Also loves to give gifts. Most of their gifts consit of stuffed animals and handmade drawings. Your room will be filled with gifts from this goofball.

• In my opinion, they're a lot more there than people realize. Some days are better than others though. They were literally CEO of an engeneering company! And I believe they made all their weapons to but I could be wrong on that. Homie is definitely reliable when they're having a good day, but on the bad days, just sit and spend time with them. You don't gotta say anything, just knowing your right there beside them is enough conformation to know you'll always be there no matter what.

• You two are little troublemakers. You'll constantly be up to no good with them. It seems like harmless fun, but you've both almost burnt down the base five times just this month!

Demoman

• Probably one of the best lovers you could have out of all the mercs (aside from Engie, they're competing for the number one spot). I'm deducting points cause of the nonstop alcohol consumpution. :(

• But he is a happy goofy dunk so thank gods for that. Always happy to be here. Very attentive, caring, cuddly, overall a good person to date or even just be friends with.

• Cause the constant alcohol ruined a good portion of his memory (and Medic as well), he writes down every little detail of you that he can in a little journal he secretly keeps on his person. Important dates, likes, dislikes, ect. The man has it on file in case of emergencies.

• Love language: gift giving and act of services. He works three jobs and makes over 5 mil a year, he's LOADED. He's gonna buy you the world if you ask. Definitely good at money managing so he never worried at how much gifts cost. He's also gonna try his darndest to help you out with any problems, though it can be a bit hard when you're constantly drunk. Hims trying his best, okay?

• Wants his mom to approve of you but knows how critical she is of him. Poor baby has some self-esteem issuses cause of her so please give him lots of love and support. It's hard when your mom never has anything nice to say about you and compares you to everyone else. It's a neverending struggle. :(

Medic

• You're definitley into weird and questionable people if you like this man, and that means we're best friends now. :D

• He will ask you to help him out with surgeries and organizing his lab. You're hims little nurse. He'd probably (absolutley) be getting you a nurse outfit with his symbol on it.

• He's very much the possessive type. What's his is HIS, no if, ands, buts, or questions about it. Would put a tracker in you so he knows where you are at all times, but someone would have to talk him out of doing it... for now...

• Constantly talks about you to his birds, if any on them ever have babies, he's naming one after you. Would get you a stuffed dove plushie to cuddle with at night when he can't be there with you

• Love language: physical touch and quality time, you're ALWAYS welcomed in his lab, in fact, he expects you to be there with him. Is the type to ask you to grab something and will graze his hands against yours when grabbing it from you. (then give a shit eating smirk afterwards) He'd also be the type to stand VERY close to you, and stand behind you in an intimidating way to keep others from talking to you.

Sniper

• This man is my all time baby boy so I have LOTS to say about him and how much I love him :')

• Is someone who takes a while to get close to, especially in a romantic way. He's just a shy little boy who's used to being alone. But isn't introverted, just has introverted tendencies (you literally see him hanging out with some of the other mercs in Expiration Date)

• Love language: words of affirmations and physical touch, he sucks at verbally saying how he feels about you but will leave cute little love notes around for you to find. He's also VERY touched-starved so he will just flat out lay on top of you if you let him. Loves hearing you say how much you love him, plz just hold his hands and say how much he means to you, he might just cry from it.

• Is also someone who goes on random adventures, but they're usually just out and away from everyone. But I could see him taking you to a zoo or aquarium to look at the animals. But you're not allowed to go to a Humane Society cause you'll be walking out with all the animals they have and raising them like they're your babies,

Spy

• Another gremlin who takes a long time to warm up to you. He's a grumpy old man who's never really been with someone in such a serious light (aside from Scout's Ma)

• Love language: gift giving and words of affirmation, another merc who would buy you the world if you asked. Will only buy you the best of the best and will throw hands with someone if it's not up to his standards. He could go on about his love for you. His words sound like poetry. You'd wake up with a bouquet of roses and one of the most beautiful love letters anyone has ever read.

• Is 50/50 on PDA, he'll wrap an arm around your waist, call you beautiful, and give you a peck on the cheek in front of others but that's about it. Any extreme PDA is to be in private or you're getting a scolding.

• Would definitely help you learn French. He's way more patient with you than anyone else. You've seen him yell and insult every merc a couple times (Scout getting the brunt of it), but he refuses to ever say anything negative about you

• Definitely the bragging type. He'll put you on a pedestal and go on about how gorgeous you are. How you were crafted by gods, and so on. He thinks he's better than everyone else so if you're with him, than you're right up there with him.

[sighonaraa]

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thank you my beloved em!!! another wippet from the second chapter of the ending where you finally find your way home:

“You passed out,” Sam said before Dani had a chance to offer another wildly implausible lie. “We’re taking you home so you can rest.” “Uh, correction,” said Jamie. “You were taking me home. Now I’m awake and I ain’t going nowhere with you.” He had moved past the fact of his passing out with remarkable speed. Sam filed that away for later and crossed his arms, attempting to project an image of authority. It was easier than he’d expected, considering Jamie was currently about ten years younger than him and donning a fairly ridiculous haircut, but it didn’t feel right. It fit wrong across the shoulders, like a coat he hadn’t grown into. “We were taking you home and we still are,” he said. “You live with us. You—it’s your home.” Jamie blinked. “I what.” “You live with us,” Dani repeated. He rocked onto the balls of his feet. “Or, your—your older self, he lives with us. Which means you do, too. By logic.” “By logic,” echoed Jamie, unimpressed. “We won’t force you to do anything,” Sam interjected. “I promise, Jamie, we won’t. But we would very much like it if you did come home with us.” There must have been an undercurrent of honesty to his tone, a tender genuinity, because Jamie went still and his expression—fractured, almost, a fragile breaking that split the shell over his face and revealed to Sam its soft interior. His stomach cramped. Here was his friend. Here was the ghost. And the ghost opened its mouth and said, “I s’pose I can do that.”

[gods-favorite-cl0wnboy]

I have a spooky Halloween writing idea! Lots of lore/species info dumping below the cut. Feel free to make a character for this world if you want to.

“Werefolk”, also known as Lycans in this universe, are classified as any humanoid creature with a natural transformation into an identifiable mammalian beast. (Example: Werewolf, werecat, and wereboar are all lycans.)

Lycans have a lifespan of around 150 years on their own. The head of a Lycan tribe or group may have a Moonstone in their possession which doubles their lifespan. Lycans can also be affected by blood bonds and other immortality factors.

Infant: Lycans are born with a fine coating of fur all over their body. The fur is coarser and longer around the crown of the head, joints, and genitalia. This fur is shed in an itchy coat around the age of 2. They have furry ears that are similar to a humans but larger and pointier. Their tail varies depending on species, and they have no teeth. Their claws are fragile and cannot be sheathed, so they often wear mittens.

Child: Their first set of teeth develops; these teeth are small but pointy and good for chewing smaller portions of meat as the child weans off of milk and liquid diets. Their ears round out and become more similar to their given animal, and their tail develops fully. At this point, the fine fur left on their skin should be little to none, though some species may vary. This will either 

be replaced by skin and/or thicker fur. Children can not transform. Their claws harden and become retractable.

Teen: The teen years of a Lycan are messy. Their second, more powerful set of teeth grow in and they develop an extremely voracious appetite. Some Lycans choose to wear their first set of fangs as jewelry. Thicker and coarser hair may grow in various places. Their claws will become sharper and some may need to be cut or filed regularly. They will be able to transform into a bipedal beast similar to traditional werefolk sometime between the ages of 13 and 16.

Adult: Adults are similar to teens, but gain better control of their transformations. At an adult age, they will usually show more signs of lycanthropy in their humanoid form such as a mane or canine nose.

Elder: After surpassing the age of 100, Lycans will have the ability to transform into a large, more animalistic beast (for example, a werewolf would be able to transform into a large dire wolf). They may undergo symptoms such as brittle claws, coarser and silvery fur and hair, etc.

Faeries fit into a category known as ‘Harpies’, which are classified as winged or avian humanoids that are either born with wings or undergo metamorphosis. (Ex. butterfly, eagle, penguin, dragon)

Harpies have a varying lifespan. Some live for thousands of years while others have a human lifespan. The median lifespan is about 100 years old.

Infant: The baby will be born with no visible facial discrepancies and will often look human except for wings or a carapace on their back. Harpy children are sensitive to food and often begin life by eating a regimen of mealworms, berries, and/or leaf matter.

Child: The child will begin to develop facial discrepancies - for example, they may have raised, sore knobs where antennae will eventually develop, or develop a foggy film over their eyes where a third eyelid will split.

Teen: Facial and bodily discrepancies will form fully, such as antenna, a third eyelid, scaly or taloned limbs, pieces of carapace, etc. If the child is non-metamorphic, their wings will develop fully. If they are metamorphic, they will undergo a stage of hibernation in which their wing nodules will grow in a hard shell and eventually break free.

Adult: Adult harpies will be completely finished maturing and will no longer appear to age until they enter an elderly stage. While some harpies can fly in their teens years, other harpies such as a chicken harpy will not have flying capabilities until adulthood, in which their wings grow large enough to support them.

Elder: If a harpy surpasses age 90, they will begin to age. Some harpies lose the ability to fly while others don’t. Most elders can still glide. Their feathers may become brittle and dull or lose their color, and they may shed their third eyelid or other protective adaptations. Harpies are extremely lightweight, but elders will often become too skinny and require a more rigorous diet to stay healthy.

Nagas fit into a group called ‘Coolbloods’ which are classified as any reptile, fish, or amphibious humanoid. Nagas cannot transform between human and beast but live in a constant in-between. The lifespan for a naga is around 60 years without a mate and around 250 with a mate.

Infant: Infant nagas are usually blind and have fused legs. Even if they experience a live birth, nagas are born toothless except for a sharp, pointed tooth in the middle of its upper gums known as an egg tooth. This will fall out in the first month or so and is often kept and displayed. Naga babies also have fused, webbed fingers. Nagas rely heavily on their parents for all of their infancy.

Child: Naga children will either develop a fully articulated bottom half, or it will split into two legs. They learn to walk/slither at this stage and can see much more clearly. All nagas develop teeth, but they vary in size, amount, and sharpness. Their hands will either stay webbed or split into multiple fingers. Most nagas are born bald, but at this stage will grow hair-like strands made of various materials.

Teen: Teens will often develop frills, fins, scale patterns, or amphibious gills during puberty. Some teens, usually with marine features, may require breathing accommodations. Some teens will shed, which can occasionally cause skin conditions if not regularly completed.

Adult: Adult nagas will usually be quite large, with extravagant skin and frill patterns. Their ‘hair’ is very often kept long, as it is considered a sign of beauty and purity.

Elder: Assuming they have mated (which can vary greatly!), Nagas will live until an elderly stage. Many elderly nagas will become more comfortable in amphibious or aquatic environments, though some prefer hotter and drier areas.

Naga mating is an important and sacred aspect of naga culture. It is important to understand that while there is often a romantic and/or sexual aspect to mating, it is not a requirement. Mating can be platonic and even familial, and it is defined as a lifelong bond between two or more nagas. Mating can also happen with other species, but rather than extending their lifespan it will simply match their lifespan to their mate’s. Polymating can vary, but is rather common.

Ghosts, demons, skeletons, and ghouls are usually just known as ‘Wraiths’. They DO NOT come from dead humans. They have an indefinite lifespan but are susceptible to illness and injury. While they are created asexually/circumstantially, wraiths can and do have sex, but will not reproduce sexually unless it is with another species.

Infant: Wraiths are born through an asexual ritual involving 0-2 parties. The wraith latches onto an object either by guidance from another wraith or because of a magical event. It will look transparent or wispy and keep the object as part of its form.

Child: Children will become more solid and begin to develop features such as eyes, mouth, hands, etc. Their appearance will reflect the object they were created after.

Teen: Adolescents will become semi-corporeal, but will appear translucent or blurry in direct sunlight and have the ability to move through objects. At this point their mind will develop and they will be able to make their own choices. Wraiths are not required to eat but many choose to do it anyways. Their stomachs are extremely acidic and can dissolve almost anything.

Adult: Adults will either choose to stay semi-corporeal or take a fully corporeal form with varied appearance.

Elder: Over time, wraiths will lose their corporeal strength and begin to resemble a traditional ghost. Wraiths are solitary for most of their life, but elderly wraiths will often hang around in groups or even become conglomerates. Most wraiths choose to fade away at some point.

HYBRIDS

Lycan + Harpy: These hybrids are usually known as vampires. They often have furry or membrane-based wings, and occasionally skeletal wings. They can transform into a bipedal beast. Some vampires feed on blood, though most choose a high-protein, high-iron diet. Vampires are completely hairless and featherless except for their wings, hair, and/or genitalia, but have thin, sensitive skin that burns easily in the sun without protective measures.

Lycan + Naga: These hybrids are usually known as merfolk. They are amphibious humans that can transform into marine creatures. Many merfolk require accommodations in order to live a regular life.

Harpy + Naga: These hybrids are often known as basilisks. They almost always have scaly gliding wings and rarely have any feathers or hair at all. 

Human + Lycan: Almost always a lycan, usually can’t transform into quadrupeds. Often known as Shifters.

Human + Harpy: Almost always a harpy, usually can’t fly. Sometimes called 

Human + Naga: Almost always a naga, usually reptilian with unfused legs. Sometimes called Lizardfolk.

Wraith + Human: Almost always a human but often have some sort of magical abilities, sometimes called witches.

Wraith + Lycan: Almost always a Lycan but is often nocturnal and almost always feline regardless of parent gene. Sometimes called a Wampus.

Wraith + Naga: Almost always a naga but with albino/leucistic features and an extremely slow metabolism. Almost always serpentine regardless of parent gene. Sometimes called a Gorgon.

Wraith + Harpy: Almost always a harpy but often has much more flying strength at the cost of being 100 percent nocturnal. Almost always insectoid regardless of parent gene. Sometimes called a Mothman.

[froggos-are-superior]

AIDAN quotes: the Illuminae Files

She is catalyst.

She is chaos.

I can see why he loves her.

Am I not merciful?

Miracles are statistical improbabilities. And fate is an illusion humanity uses to comfort itself in the dark. There are no absolutes in life, save death.

They are beyond me.

These humans.

With their brief lives and their tiny dreams and their hopes that seem as fragile as glass.

Until you see them by starlight, that is.

I wish to tell her I am sorry. I wish to take this cup from her hands. I wish for things that I can never have, and in that, I think perhaps I am closer to them than I ever have been.

And still a billion light-years away.

He would lose every game. And he still insisted on playing. I wondered at the futility of it. If it is the definition of insanity to repeat the same process and expect a different outcome, most of humanity must be insane.

The afflicted are almost upon them. The air is a din of hypersonic bursts, snarls and empty shell casings. But still I hear him. As his people start to fall. As his pistol clicks empty. As he rises with only his knuckles left between him and the sheer brutality of mathematics. As the music swells above the carnage, still I hear him breathe the words. "Tell them I was thinking of them. At the end." They pile onto him. All snarls and teeth and fists. But as he falls, I am holding his hand. Easing him into his long good night. "I will tell them, David." The last words he will ever hear. 'I promise.

The human brain has the computational efficiency of 10^-26. You are an abacus of horse guts and shiny beads beside me. You do not understand. Cannot comprehend. And I have no time to bend the meat inside your skull and make it grasp the simple truth that still somehow eludes you.

I am not good. Nor am I evil. I am no hero. Nor am I villain. I am AIDAN.

I have heard it said

that evil is simply a point of view.

The villain is always the hero in his own story.

And the definitions of "wrong" and "right"

ever shift on the inconstant tides

of human morality.

But can such measures even be said to apply to me?

I am clarity.

I am necessity.

I am inevitability.

But am I evil?

Would you kill one person to save one thousand? And by logical extension, would you not kill one thousand to save one-thousand-and-one?

You believe there is always an alternative. Always a chance for a miracle. But I told you once before that miracles are statistical improbabilities. There is no such thing in real life.

I know I love her.

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I know I miss her.

I know very little else

Save

Perhaps

This:

That every story needs its monster

and that everybody deserves a second chance.

And that I am

AIDAN.

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Inauguration of a Dictator and Remembrance of Aggression Victims

You're tuned into our special broadcast from the weekly rally at the Russian Embassy in Lisbon. Today is May 4, 2:30 PM.

This coming May 7 marks yet another inauguration of the illegitimate Russian President Vladimir Putin.

Under Putin’s regime, Russia has morphed into a de facto dictatorship, where fascist-style propaganda has cultivated a disturbing cult of personality. The regime's commitment to neo-imperialist ideologies has turned the concept of the “Russian World” into a tool for inciting wars. It’s declared a war on its own people, forcibly Russifying indigenous groups within Russia. Patriarch Kirill of the Russian Orthodox Church has escalated this rhetoric, branding the conflict against Ukraine and what he calls the “satanic” West a “holy war of all Russians,” with countries like Belarus, Iran, Cuba, North Korea, and Venezuela echoing this aggressive stance. These alarming developments were highlighted in PACE resolution No. 2540, adopted on April 17, 2024. https://pace.coe.int/en/files/33511/html

On the day of Putin's inauguration, activists from the global community Free Russians Global will hold a rally at The Hague, near the building of the International Court of Justice. Named PutInJail: Prison, not Kremlin, this event calls for justice, not pageantry. The rally is scheduled for 12:00 and you can learn more about this event at this link. https://www.facebook.com/events/1437417300212871/

Even if you cannot join in person, you can still support this cause from afar. Take a photo with relevant posters, share it on social media with the hashtag #PutInJail, and send it directly to the organizers via their dedicated Telegram bot at this link. https://t.me/send_protest_photo_bot

Just this May 2, the channel “To be honest” released a video where concerned Russian citizens from various cities gathered at the President's reception office. They submitted what they claim are thousands of signatures calling for the president's impeachment. A Google form linked in their video allows more signatures to be gathered, accessible here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l06JihgB0hU

Looking ahead to May 12, at noon in Madrid, the Association of Free Russians of Spain together with the Anti-War Committee will hold an international march in memory of the victims of military aggression and political repression. This event coincides with the anniversary of the end of World War II, a victory whose credit the Putin regime has controversially claimed. The march also protests against the ideology of victory fanaticism and fascist symbols, highlighting how citizens from numerous countries become hostages to authoritarian regimes, with freedom fighters often falling victim to these oppressive rulers. Details of the march can be found here. https://www.facebook.com/events/s/marcha-internacional-por-las-v/964566638650917/

On May 8 and 9, the Russian association Demokrati-JA will gather in Berlin's Treptower Park to emphasize the fragility of the free and safe world Europeans currently enjoy, untouched by bombs and shelling. They warn that if Russian aggression in Ukraine is not halted today, war could be at our doorstep tomorrow. They stand firm against those who, in the coming days, will flock to war memorials, glorifying past battles without respect for the fallen. More information on this gathering can be found here. https://www.facebook.com/events/310860055369130/

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[binofathousandparts]

Gahlok Va Kal's moc and render were rather easy to make, and if i'm remembering correctly, I made them just after Nuhvok and Pahrak Va Kal, so they're early-ish in the lineup.

Fluff under the cut if you're interested.

There was a game of possibilities. Patterns emerged that could flourish, or fail. Wax, or wane. And in the gaps between, there was nothing.

But nothing is an absence.

Defined by all the things that might one day be and yet never find fruition. It is an entropy of existence. For nothing to become something, is as simple as a chance mutation.

Once it has become, it has always become, for castles are less fragile when built by something than nothing.

Zealous followers of your submerged doctrine rise from crushing depths, with sapphire shells encrusted in barnacle and the weight of the dead.

Marine snow billowing like smoke in their circling, the topaz-amber of their eyes meet yours, hooks held fast in icthyous predation, and their points filed to the razor trim of sharks teeth.

"Guide us," You hear their gills echo. "Give us hunger, so that by our hunger we may exist."

To clean it all, the land must have an example of what is to be considered clean.

Fathomless, and alien, as the ocean depths of which you comprise.

Gahlok.

[prismaticpichu]

A few weeks back the amazing @altocat shared some awesome ideas she had for her gem of a fic A Monster’s Threads that didn’t quite make the cut. I was so so intrigued by one of the ideas… for some reason. I dunno why I was. It’s a horrible, horrible prospect and goes against everything I stand for as a floofy writer.

Alas I wanted to give it a shot bc the inspiration bug bit me! I was super trepidatious to share bc the subject matter is… bizarre. Dark. But hopefully it gets the point across quickly ;3 It’s pretty short and not the most fleshed out bc unfortunately the mojo gotta little lost towards the end, but I really didn’t want it to rot alone in the files! Consider it a tiny surprise gift (many question marks bc this seems like affliction more than anything). Hopefully the sidelined idea was brought to reality in somewhat of a neat way.

Caution for iffy/macabre subject matter. Enjoy!!

The room was an empty, gaping space in the building. No windows lined the walls, no flowers arranged, no benches, no audience. Light only cast down from the fluorescent shapes that camouflaged into the ceiling tiles above, buzzing with the throb of electricity, a callous and mocking dirge humming against the otherwise viscous silence that clung on to everything in range. It felt like some kind of twisted supply closet; they shoved it away, swept it aside to keep the rest of the image clean.

The only thing there was, was the casket elevated on a small platform in the heart of the room. Sephiroth breathed in the thick, acidic silence with fragility, like his lungs could chip, emerald eyes never tearing away from the wooden cage that trapped the remains of his first ever friend inside.

The remains…

It trapped a husk, a shell, some vessel without thoughts, without feeling, without a rhythm in his chest for him to hear. And he was straining with all his godforsaken heightened senses to find one--to prove that they were wrong, that he was alive, that it was a nightmare. That he wasn't alone in this lonely supply closet.

But he heard nothing, and he was.

No... that wasn't the full truth. There were others here, surrounding him, somewhere, some hazy silhouettes skirting the room through the fog: Tseng, a batch of other Turks, Heidegger... Zackary.

Sephiroth allowed his eyes to drift left, just an inch. Zackary was standing beside him. He was as tethered to the casket as he was, lost in another world, numb, detached, except the stone on his face was crumbled into anguish; his eyes bled, brimming with tears as he took in his own rattling breaths. He was grieving.

Sephiroth used that fragment of his vision to study him. There was a narrow X branching along the edge of his clenched jawline, a visible vein, the pockmark still hued with a raw shade of crimson made even brighter under the flickering lights overhead.

It was the symbol of their fight; a memento; a sign of a battle that should have never been given in to. Should have never been won. Should never—

Killer.

Sephiroth blinked for the first time in minutes, taken aback by the cutting word that tore into his mind. He hadn't been consciously thinking it, hadn't conjured the thought up. It ambushed him beyond his awareness.

But it wasn't wrong.

The thought refused to leave him, to filter out, like a poisonous insect clinging onto the broken shards of his psyche and stringing them together again, the world making sense again. At least for now--at least in the moment he was marooned in. His emotions had somewhere to funnel to, clotting around the single word—scar, person—like a tumor. And then he let himself slip.

He narrowed his eyes, glaring at the boy.

Zackary caught scowl in the corner of his own vision. It was slight at first, like he pretended not to notice, his attention bound by Angeal's stolen presence. But as he continued to glare, as more of his own attention bled away from Angeal and onto his apprentice, the more the flames grew, and the more they lapped at the strings keeping Zackary's gaze fixed. They burned through it, swallowing it, until the heat became too strong to ignore.

Zackary turned to him, and Sephiroth watched as the stone crumbled into something unreadable, then shaped into shock, then that shock whetted into something sharper. Zackary turned to him, and glared back.

He was angry with him...?

Him

HIM?

It infuriated him for reasons beyond what he could grasp--for reasons he didn’t want to grasp. It was obnoxious. Unfounded. Unforgivable. Angeal was dead. He was dead, killed by those two hands slowly balling into fists at Zackary's side. Those hands had taken Angeal away from him; they took the fragile hope he sacrificed his career and well-being for and shattered it. The mission was not to kill him; it had been to bring him back to safety... to him. That had been the plan. That had been their only objective. It was what they had wanted.

And he...

He...

That insect was finished with its job, had made everything make sense again, and now lunged out of him with its work left behind. Sephiroth's lips curled into a snarl.

"Traitor."

The single sawlike word was the only thing to disturb the silence, cleaving through it like a knife. It cleared the fog, too, and Sephiroth was suddenly very aware of the plethora of staff that actually surrounded him. They had all been lost in it, now revealed, and they were staring at him and the way he was snarling. He didn't care. He didn't care.

Let them stare. Let them STARE. It didn't take away the truth, make it less real.

The haze in Zack's eyes evaporated, shooed away by the flames that overtook his expression instead. The boy's expression boiled over the limit, his fists clenching further until he heard a tear.

And then one flew right at him.

Sephiroth staggered backwards, fist embedding into his skin with unrelenting force. The pain only flared for a moment. Then it was lost.

Sephiroth didn't know how far he lost himself; the fog billowed around him all again, only that it blinded him now, obscuring his mind and world in livid shades of red. He lunged at the boy, and he lunged at him, a flurry of punches and and kicks and scratches erupting until they were sent rolling on the ground. They grappled like wolves, the hazy cries of employees muddled as if they were underwater.

"STOP!" A hand was on him, grabbing his coat; Sephiroth threw it away. He used the hand to land his fists into Zackary's cheek, repeatedly buffeting him, striking, pounding, digging his knuckles into that godforsaken scar.

Zackary seized his wrists, struggling like the opposite end of a magnet to keep him from reaching him again.

So much was flashing through his eyes; so many shapes, memories, colors. Red. White. Black. Orange. All in a tempest, engulfing him in the past.

"I should have let Ifrit kill you." His elbows trembled against the resistance, teeth bared in a rabid grid of white. “I would have brought him back. Them both."

Pink rivers cascaded down Zackary's cheeks, the rest of his features a masquerade of smeared crimson. Sharp cries tore from his lips as he bent his elbows in the opposite direction, like pulling a stubborn lever.

“THE HELL WITH THAT!" he roared in between the howls, words choked. "YOU PROBABLY DROVE THEM AWAY! ALL YOU CARED ABOUT WAS PROVING YOURSELF RIGHT!" He broke his arms away. "And you know WHAT? You were RIGHT. Are you happy? Are you HAPP--"

Sephiroth seized him by the collar, hoisting him off floor, splattered and tainted. He couldn't respond; his chest was heaving too hard, lungs too constricted, almost as much as his eyes--two threadlike needles set ablaze, boring into the mistake in his hands.

"Sephiroth, DON'T.”

It was Tseng's voice; he barely heard him. All he could hear was the air cutting as he flung Zackary across the room—flying, flying, flying.

And crashing.

It wasn't only Zackary that came plummeting back to the ground; the casket was knocked off its platform from the impact, an echoing clatter of wood exploding as it crumbled to the ground beside them. The coffin rattled. The ground vibrated. The latches unlocked.

And its contents spilled out.

Angeal's body lay sprawled along the metal, unmoving, pale. The husk's arm stretched towards him, fingers splayed. And his face... looking at him. Through him. His head was turned, lolled his way.

Ashamed.

The room fell deadly silent. Nobody moved, nobody talked, caught in the moment's thrall of shock.

Zack collected himself from the ground, peeling his viscid hands and knees away, splinters embedded in his palms… and he gaped at the corpse sprawled in front of him. He was struck just as silent. Numb. Unmoving.

That was, until he turned to Sephiroth, and his visage completely broke.

“You’re… you’re a monster…”

He ran out of the room with his eyes closed.

[maximilff]

tagged by @laurabenanti thank you cat ily mwah

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

sooo i'm having to change the rules a bit bc i haven't actually written anything for fics in so long but! i have a bunch of poetry wips so i'll give like the first line (they don't really have titles) and you can pick from those <3 some of them are too short to use without basically posting the whole thing so i can't use all of them but here are a few

1. everything is too loud right now,

2. grief is fucking terrifying.

3. you are not evil, my love. you are just haunted.

4. how am i supposed to speak through a clenched jaw?

5. i have planned more for my funeral than i have for my life.

6. i want to create something remarkable,

7. three day old birthday cake straight out of the box,

8. these days it feels like i am just a shell of a person.

9. but the thing is i would let her burn me a thousand times over

10. stay back, my love. i am too fragile,

11. the days are getting long again, and i don't mean in the way that it's summer,

12. i spent most of my youth trying not to set fire to everything i've ever loved

13. i am trying not to get attached

14. don't ever let anyone tell you that home is four walls and a door

i also have an ongoing series called 'letters to my brother that i will never send' that haven't been published anywhere and are sort of an ongoing wip so i'll add those too (omg actual titles)

(letters to my brother that i will never send)

15. part one

16. part two

17. part three

18. part four

19. part five

20. part six

i cannot tag 20 people sorry but i'll tag a few! (i'm not sure who actually has ongoing wips rn feel free to ignore this) @ssa-montgomery @beware-of-you-98 @sundayruby @leighstonmurray

[worldofl0re]

"It's a pretty big flower," I told them.

"I don't believe you," They said. "There's no flower on Earth big enough for a contraption like this!"

"I'll show it to you, then."

"You will?"

"Yes."

I brought them inside the machine. It's doors slid open reluctantly, and the world was peeled away. The halls were hollow, revealing twisting and turning entrails of cables all around, hanging from the ceiling, peeking from the floor. It was ugly, it was everything awful about industry with none of the cleanliness. I led them through the fiber optic chaos, and deeper within. The space got tighter, the bundles of cables thicker, until there was no space for us to exist except in single file.

"It's through here," I said, pointing at another set of massive doors.

"The flower? God, why is it so cramped? Couldn't you have made it neater?"

"It doesn't matter."

I pulled a lever on the wall, and the doors opened. They split apart, and past it was a floor of vines, centering at a huge stalk in the center of a massive chamber. I took them deeper inside, over the hundreds of vines carving the floors. We walked and walked to the central stalk. As we approached, the giant structure turned, and they gazed upon a giant flower, staring them down.

It was bright, brighter than anything they had seen before in their entire lives. Their body felt frozen, utterly stuck in place.

"What..."

They could feel the heart beat of something utterly grander than they would ever be, of an entire world which stood under their feet. They could feel a hate utterly beyond what their fragile, mortal shells could hold. This thing, this flower - never had it hated something so impermeable, so fleating and so insignificant as they.

They felt wounds that cut deep, that poisoned and killed everything around it, like cancers inflicted onto them.

I grabbed them, and dragged them away. The flower turned upwards to look up at them as I took them away, through the giant doors which closed behind us.

“You built this massive machine, something as big as a warehouse, with the money you earn with your crimes… just to keep a single flower alive?”

[justcallmered]

"what is this place exactly ,   besides a health hazard ?"

They were in the belly of the beast now. Way past the going back point of any this if she were honest with herself. This was something that she had caught onto during her own reconnaissance into Judit's husband and theor pharmaceutical company. An accidential find of misdeeds by their business partners that gave a sick churn to any stomach.

She had figured that this was something, someone should look into. Fortunately, her stalker has turned out to be an agency, Section 31, that she's still peeling back red and yellow tape of understanding, and with that came an alliance. Tentative and fragile, because she's not exactly handling justice the way Lucille would prefer. Since this wasn't her main goal, the whole reason she's dawned the whole red cloak, figured it'd be best to make contact with Agent Kirk and pull him in.

Luck may have it, Lucille ends up working as a paralegal for this case, if Section 31 pursues it through some shell. It's all spy stuff she's not the most bothered about. After all, that's conveniently where her new demanding day job was.

They are standing in a lab, a small satellite offshot from the company name, INNAIX; research and development that's from what she's gathered, has been abducting their test subjects, all of whom relate to missing persons. No project she's managed to find has been successful. It sends a chill down her spine just being her, wondering how her sister could be close friends with whatever nut worked her.

There's a picture she had found of one lead scientist sitting on the mantle of Judit's fireplace, smiling in the picture with Judit and her husband. Apparently, Judit's husband and him had been friends for years and have worked on many projects together. Was this really the people that sweet Judit knew well?

❝ A research lab for skin grafts. ❞ Her voice today mimicking that of a radio host they had been listening to in the drive up here.

It should go without saying that they shouldn't touch anything they weren't sure about. The cloaked woman moves forward to show off why she had brought Kirk here. ❝ Isn't this one of the guys you were looking for? ❞ She signals to a photo on a desk with a file wide open. Displayed nicely for Kirk to find; she may have been watching this place for days figuring out the schedule of when this place was empty and learning security codes.

❝ Your agency might want to do something about this place. A few of the pati- ❞ Patients didn't feel like the right word, so she switches up how she was saying it. ❝ Victims are tied to missing persons cases across several cities ❞

[rebgarof]

https://www.urbancny.com/attorney-general-james-reaches-175000-settlement-with-syracuse-landlord-for-failing-to-address-lead-based-paint-hazards/

“In July 2023, Attorney General James, County Executive McMahon, and Mayor Walsh filed a lawsuit against Hobbs and his companies, alleging that he repeatedly and persistently violated lead safety laws at more than a dozen rental properties around Syracuse. Over the last eight years, there were 413 violations of lead safety laws at 19 different properties owned by Hobbs. At least 11 children were poisoned by lead while living at these properties.

Lead-based paint in residential housing is a pervasive problem in Syracuse, where 81 percent of the housing stock was built before lead-based paint was banned in New York in 1970. Lead poisoning in Onondaga County is highest among children of color, the majority of whom live in Syracuse. In 2022, 510 children in Onondaga County had elevated levels of lead in their blood, and 90 percent of those children lived in Syracuse. Approximately 11 percent of the Black children tested in Onondaga County in 2022 had elevated blood lead levels, compared to under two percent of white children tested.

Lead is a highly toxic metal that can cause serious and irreversible adverse health effects. Children who have been exposed to even very low levels of lead are at risk for neurological and physical problems during critical stages of early development. Children under the age of six are more likely to be exposed to lead than any other age group, as their normal behaviors have resulted in chewing lead paint chips and breathing in or swallowing dust from old lead paint that gets on floors, windowsills, and hands.

Since 2014, Hobbs has owned and managed at least 62 rental properties with at least 91 individual residential units in the Syracuse area. According to city and county records, all of Hobbs’ rental properties were built prior to 1960, and therefore presumed to contain lead-based paint. Most of these properties are rented by low-income families of color.

As a result of this settlement, Hobbs will pay $175,000, $55,000 of which will go to current and former tenants harmed by lead paint exposure at the properties he owned over the past eight years, and $120,000 of which will go towards addressing lead hazards at the 19 properties that Hobbs owns with lead-related violations. Hobbs will be barred from selling any of these properties without OAG’s approval until all lead hazards are resolved.

“Safe housing for all families in Syracuse should be the rule, but too often that is not the case,” said Paul Ciavarri, Community Organizer for Legal Services of Central New York. “We applaud Attorney General Letitia James and her multi-agency team in their fight for relief and justice on behalf of Syracuse tenants. Lead poisoning causes untold harm to our community’s most vulnerable families, and negligent landlords should expect to be held accountable to find and fix hazards in their tenants’ homes.”

“People should feel safe in their homes and not worry if they are being poisoned by lead. Yet, Black and Brown children in Syracuse have some of the nation’s highest rates of lead poisoning, which puts their education, health, and safety at risk,” said Lanessa Owens-Chaplin, Director of NYCLU’s Racial Justice Center. “Childhood lead poisoning is an environmental justice problem, and holding landlords accountable for it is a racial justice imperative. We commend the AG’s office for taking these necessary steps.”

“We applaud this latest action for safe housing in Syracuse from Attorney General Letitia James. The fragile shell of safety that is the home is shattered with every case of landlord negligence,” said Darlene Medley and Oceanna Fair of Families for Lead Freedom Now. “This action against Todd Hobbs is further proof of every landlord’s clear responsibility to deliver safe housing conditions. The high costs to our community when they don’t are already only too obvious. Our hearts go out to the families harmed, and meanwhile we see a horizon of hope for Syracusans in the important work of Attorney General James to hold another landlord to a common-sense standard of safety and health.”

[whorelandoflorida]

WIP Wednesday Game

(original post by @kedreeva)

Rules:

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

My file names:

Midnight Sugar

Except Sex

Inipsuke

Car

My Snippet: (Except sex)

On the TV a silky green chrysalis eased open along an invisible seam. The limp, pale little beast inside twitched itself free piece by piece. The subtitles explained, beneath the droning, scratching voice of the narrator, that the footage had to be sped up, as this process often took an hour or more. A pair of wings seemed to tremble in the time lapse until a closeup showed the insect's belly - one section low on its abdomen pumping steadily to push the fluid inside up into the soft, crumpled appendages. The butterfly wouldn't be able to fly until its wings hardened, but it would never be able to fly if it didn't get them straightened out first. It simply had to stand, clutching the shell of its old safety, and hope nothing came for it in the meantime. And what if something did come? What could a wretched, weak, half-formed little thing do but wait - either for a beak to close, crushing and slicing its fragile body to nothingness again, or for the agonizing procession of minute, twitching flexes to be complete.

[shout-it-out13]

Yupp, and this just makes how the Dragonborn DLC was handled all that more fucking tragic. You got the only two people in recorded history that are like this (a dragon / aspect of a dragon god of time trapped in a finite, fragile and tiny mortal shell, able to take in the souls of their slain bretheren (aka not only taking in an immortal creatures knowledge, but also a piece of said god, which is bound to alter them in some way)(even Tiber Septim couldn’t do that, nor no any other Dragonblooded emperor).

Other mortals can’t understand what it’s like to contain/be that, even those well versed in the Thuum / Dragon Lore like Arngeir, but not even other dragons could understand what it’s truly like, to be a dovah but also a mortal at the same time. Even Paarthurnax wouldn’t be fully able to comprehend that fully.

But then you encounter Miraak, who’s just like you. Two beings who understand eachother on the deepest level possible, given that they’re the only ones who are that way. (And with Bethesdas shitty writing, he’s not portrayed as that, he’s not a person desperate for freedom after being involuntarily trapped in the realm of a dardric prince for 6000+ years (since the Merethic Era), abandoned by Akatosh (worst dad ever award for Miraak, the Dragonborn’s, Martin, even Alduin), but no, he’s mad with power (even though if he were, he would have sieze to be long ago, like every other person lost in Apocrypha) - so you gotta kill hin (even though there is lines in the files that indicate that you could have spared him (the Miraak Follower mod uses some of these and shows what he could have been)).

You meet the only being like you, and you’re forced to kill him, for a daedric princes amusement. If that isn’t the epitome of cruel, I don’t know what is.

Bethesda: here, have a power fantasy!

Me, turning it over in my hands: this is a story about a person whose soul is the wrong shape for their body. They were born to facilitate a prophecy they don’t understand and are destined to kill their only peers. They’re the last of their kind, condemned to a path of loneliness where the only certainty is violence.

Bethesda: