So Fish have sounds?! A thought for RiverClan!
Fish sounds are so frricken creepy. They sound like the background to horror games.
Could you imagine a RiverClan warrior in a flood, trying to get to the surface and all around them doomtm music plays?
Or Maybe they know the sounds and what they mean. They've learned them, they're taught how to mimic them in order to attract the prey's bigger predators.
They're also taught the sounds that mean 'get out of the water right now!'
And maybe someone is swimming, just fine. They dive deep to catch something because it's fun. And then they hear it. So close to them.
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Some fish sounds you can find: FishSounds
My recommendations (the especially creepy ones from what was available):
Melanogrammus aeglefinus
(Haddock)
Melanogrammus aeglefinus
(Haddock)
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Ophidion marginatum
(Striped cusk-eel) (this ones a bit louder than the others)
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Umbrina cirrosa
(Shi drum) (I like this one a lot)
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Aplodinotus grunniens
(Freshwater drum)
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Argyrosomus regius
(Meagre)
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Brosme brosme
(Cusk)
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Chelidonichthys lastoviza
(Streaked gurnard)
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Gadus morhua
(Atlantic cod)
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Lutjanus griseus
(Grey snapper)
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Protonibea diacanthus
(Blackspotted croaker)
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Unknown Unknown
(Unknown)
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Unknown spp.
(Unknown)
**A lot of these fish aren't harmful to cats, but the sounds are still good for some spooky ideas and visualizations!
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Misunderstanding - RadioApple comic
(This is pretty messy, but eh, that's how I do comics ig)
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no capes au dick and jason referring to tim as gala kid, before he’s adopted because he was the only other kid at the galas and they forgot his name.
jason post coma: what the heck bruce you adopted gala kid??
dick: his name is tim
jason: oh fr?
bruce: jason please be more sensitive his parents died
jason: omg welcome to the club
dick laughing: that’s what i told him!
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If Bill's dad is red, I wonder if Bill is reminded of him when he gets angry...
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roommate!ghost who's waiting for you when you get home in the middle of the night after going out with your friends. Sitting on the couch in those fucking grey sweatpants when you stumble through the door and drop your keys. Has to stare at the crack on the ceiling when you get down on your hands and knees to find them, pretend for his own sanity that he hasn't seen the tiny excuse for underwear you've got on under that little black dress.
Like clockwork, he's got you sitting on the icy bathroom counter as you giggle, telling him all about your night. He's got cotton pads and makeup remover in one hand and the other holding onto your thigh because you started unconsciously squeezing his broad frame when he stepped in between your open legs. He gently wipes away all the traces of the night, carefully mapping out the contours of your face like you're a masterpiece he's carved from some precious stone. Until he gets to your lips. The shiny, fucking sparkly gloss is all thats left on your skin but his hand freezes as he studies the crease in your bottom lip. You catch up two seconds later in your dreamy, relaxed haze, and without even thinking about it you close the gap, softly pressing your lips to the one's silently hovering over yours.
His breath catches and his grip on your thigh becomes molten hot as you just as quickly pull away. Innocently you smile at him, like you hadn't just killed him, like you hadn't just made him start planning your wedding down to the way your eyes would shine as you walked down the aisle, all for him.
Your laugh is the only thing that can pull him out of his stupor, "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that."
But he does, he really, really does.
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I think about this call so much
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day 6.
sleeping / dancing.
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Suddenly, bell bottoms aren't so bad
Bonus sketch, because I had to vv
"Stop checking out my assistant, Stanley."
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Solangelo hair kiss ❤️❤️
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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt
“Woah. You look like shit."
Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.
The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.
"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."
And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.
The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.
If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.
"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.
"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.
"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.
The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.
He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."
There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.
"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."
Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"
"Daniel? Is that you?"
His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.
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lesbians are so awesome I wish they were real
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Hey, no one thought they'd need window security on the top floor!
Episode 53 Part 34
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Uhhh- throws and runs
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