#like the giant squid

[patheticmosasaur1]

I don't know why but I don't think there are any weird scorpions at all

like every animal group (except for those small ones where all the members are closely related) has at least one weirdo. even pseudoscorpions and whip spiders have one! (that cave dwelling one with long arms. whip spiders also have a weirdo cave dweller)

but for some reason I can't find any weird scorpion. all of them look the same! the only differences are the proportions and what shade of brown or yellow they are. when I search for weird scorpions I always get that prehistoric one with gills, eurypterids and unrelated arachnids

are there just no weird scorpions on earth??????

[cosmicwhoreo]

Wholesome Reunions~

It's amazing what can go down in 50+ years~!

Giant Squid Cookie belongs to @80bitesofsweets

Black Lava Cookie belongs to @rawdough

[drowning-in-your-moonlight]

Idk...sonshadamy where Shadow is a deep sea eldritch being that's...being held in captivity, being experimented on by Gerald. Stuck in his.. squid form.. most of the time, in a giant tank.

Maybe he can't keep a keeper, he's hard to "feed" and watch over. Maybe there's a few people that go missing, but who cares?

Maybe there's a Miss Amy Rose and Mister Sonic that are happy to be his keepers and somehow tame him.

[borealing]

sorry to keep talking about squid game but gihun getting through the first game because of sangwoo and ali, the second game by his own merit (because he is a sweaty sweaty man), the third game by forcing his team to listen to each other, the fourth game because ilnam didnt want to let him die, the fifth game because he lucked into someone else taking a metaphorical bullet for him (and saebyeok reminded him which side to step) and the sixth game because he was fighting, but he only won because sangwoo made him win .... the show does an incredible job of showing us that this isnt the usual way that someone wins, that deoksu or however u spell his name got far successfully by bullying his way through, and then in season two showing that when they work together, barely anyone dies, and those who think like deoksu (thanos) still succeed. its just so interesting to me cause like 1. id be obsessed with the guy who got through my murder games by being so wet and pathetic that everyone he meets wants him to succeed anyway and 2. other winners would have gone through the same thing to a lesser extent, even inho knows what hes feeling but believes its worth it for the greater good, and 3. everyone is equal in these games, but he has preferential treatment from the literal host who just happens to be in the games, would someone like inho think that he succeeded by exploiting every path available to him, including manipulating other people, or think that he was "unfair" in the way he won?

[bbaycon]

I am in need of more dumb leaf founders content

[coroika-headcanons]

Skull is really damn tall. like freakishly goliath-size tall. like has to duck in every doorway. like towering over everyone else by a mile

if I knew more marine biology I'd come up with a species specific reason for this but I'm lazy soooo

Also as a result of this he has lots and lots of admirers and romantic options but is very ignorant of this, leading to funny hijinks.

⭐

[fisheito]

yakuya in MY swamp? in MY ecosystem? no . i am still in disbelief. i hope you all know that my particles are bouncing off the everything. i am using periods as punctuation but the state of my mind is naught neareth final.

[verdantachillean]

I wonder if our submarines and stuff are just like bigfoot for the fish,

Giant squid: I think I saw the soulless shark

Fish: Bro that’s just a conspiracy theory

Giant squid: screw you it’s real!!!!! *eats the fish^

[kirby-the-gorb]

[theygender]

If I was in the magnus archives I think I could be an avatar of the vast. I love seeing wide open spaces that stretch on seemingly infinitely with no end in sight and I love learning about animals which are so giant that I would be as insignificant as a bug to them and I love thinking about stretches of space and time that exist on a scale larger than my mind could ever possibly comprehend. I have whatever the opposite of thalassophobia + megalophobia + astrophobia is

[buzzybee3]

SKETCH DUMP OF STUFF ILL NEVER FINISH (plus a hug for @sun-e-chips’s waterspark moon cause he never got one… mb chat)

[tinins-art]

giant squimd :]

[blackjackkent]

As the dragon collapses, its soul once again fading into oblivion, Rakha feels the Weave rip open behind her. The Emperor steps from its hiding place and surveys the fallen body impassively.

"Ansur," it says gravely. "I never thought I'd see it again."

Rakha very nearly hurls herself at the mind flayer right then and there.

It's a mark of how much things have changed that she almost certainly could succeed in striking it. Wyll and Jaheira and Lae'zel have all let their guard down, knowing that Rakha is no longer driven by the beast urge in her head to violence without cause.

But this isn't violence without cause. This is her anger, not the beast's, and it has been growing and growing since the night it showed her all its cards. It has manipulated her, it has taunted her, it has used her - and now she finds that it still continues to lie to her.

That anger feels good, it feels real, not like the beast's ravings - but she doesn't like that it feels good. That makes it feel far too familiar for comfort.

There is another difference though, as well. She feels the anger - but she is not owned by it. She can see it and feel it and not act on it. She sets her jaw. She waits it out.

She is calm.

"How much more of your past are you not telling me about?" she growls. The anger and humiliation sit in every syllable, almost reminiscent of the edge her voice held while under Bhaal's thrall - but she does not strike.

"My past is past," the Emperor says coolly. "I concealed nothing from you. I simply left out the details that were not pertinent to our cause. But it seems you are interested in them."

Its voice is monotone but she has learned to detect the shades in it. She hears them now - disdain, sarcasm - and her voice echoes them in answer.

"I just need to know," she says curtly, "if you're going to kill me. Like you killed your last 'friend.'" She shoots a glance at the dead dragon.

She isn't sure, but she thinks she sees the illithid stiffen slightly. "I killed Ansur out of necessity," it growls. "For the crime of being illithid, he would have killed me first."

It shrugs, turns away from her, looking at the fallen dragon again. "It's like I always told you. I was just like you - an adventurer who yearned for greatness. And in mortal terms, I achieved it. As captain of the Wandering Eye, I acquired enough gold to found Baldur's Gate. I stayed for a while to watch my city grow, but it was not enough. I grew restless again. The sea called to me and I ran to her with open arms."

Its head tilts to one side thoughtfully. "Life at sea was not easy. Our last adventure was ruinous. My ship was destroyed, my crew lost, but my spirit was far from broken. I was determined to return in triumph once again. I heard of treasure in Moonrise. I strove to find it."

One of its tentacles twitches. "What I found was an illithid colony, where I acquired a tadpole much like yours and became a mind flayer, enthralled to the elder brain. It was Ansur who found me, Ansur who pulled me from the brain's domination, Ansur who brought me home. He sought to cure me of my sickness, called on every healer he could find, nearly broke his spirit in the attempt."

It floats over to stand next to Ansur's skull. "But he failed to understand - I wanted no healing. I was not sick."

Rakha's eyes narrow as she listens to this speech. It astonishes her, really, that she ever followed the Emperor with reverence and trust. Its words no longer follow the path of her thoughts.

I was just like you - an adventurer who yearned for greatness. Rakha has never desired greatness, not that she has any memory of at least. All she wants is to be done, to rest, to be left alone with the silence in her mind.

The Emperor - Balduran - instead sought glory and trod into the wrong place and became a monster for it. And Ansur, his friend, wished to save it.

"So you killed him," she says flatly.

"Even after he had exhausted all possibility of reversing my condition," the Emperor says, "he still clung to hope. I tried to convince him of my reality - I was on the cusp of greatness beyond my wildest dreams. But all he could see was a mind flayer."

Again the illithid's tentacles twitch, more sharply this time, its eyes narrowing to slits. "He came to me as I slept. A mercy killing, in his mind. I saw the tears; I felt his grief. I had no choice but to kill him first. It was an act of self-preservation."

Rakha finds herself remembering a night deep in the darkness of the shadow-cursed lands - the night they emerged from the Shadowfell, the last night before the assault on Moonrise Towers. She remembers Sceleritas's mocking voice, and then the beast surging up and taking control, more strongly than it ever had.

She remembers very nearly becoming a monster, very nearly ripping Wyll's throat open with her bare hands. She remembers the panicked terror of sitting inside her own mind and watching it steer her body into damnation.

Wyll survived that night. She was strong enough, barely, to hold on until Wyll and Lae'zel could subdue her, bind her... but she is all too aware of the dark period around two o'clock in the morning when she was nothing but a rabid animal. She knows, left to her own devices, she would have killed Wyll then.

More than once she has been soothed by the promise that one of her friends - Lae'zel, Jaheira, Minthara, even Minsc - would not hesitate to kill her if she slipped beyond any hope of redemption. If it came to that point, she would have welcomed the knife.

The Emperor, it seems, does not see things the same way.

"You could have done the honorable thing," she mutters hoarsely, "and let him kill you."

The Emperor stares at her steadily. "Words easier said than lived by," it says coldly. "Do not think I am ignorant of what I have lost. I may not regret my actions - but I do regret that they were necessary."

Rakha shakes her head. All she hears, now, is exactly what she heard the night they rescued Minsc from the cistern. Alliance, loyalty, friendship - all of these things mean nothing to it before pragmatism. It has sacrificed those more important than her in the past, and it will sacrifice her, too, without a second thought, when she is no longer of use to it.

When this is finished... there will be a final reckoning between us, she thinks wearily. And I too regret that it is *necessary*.

The Emperor's tentacles flick restlessly, and then it turns away and, with a gesture, reopens its portal back to the Astral. "While the past is beyond my influence, the present is not. It is time we move on. One Netherstone remains. We must find it before the brain breaks free."

[kitabearuwu]

That geek week live stream was a load of shit btw all we got were a bunch of massively overrated corporate show announcements and straight squid game brainrot where was the jwct theory trailer 😭 where was the focus on arcane 😭😭 where was the smaller project pride..so disappointing :/

[dapurinthos]

master caudle: now it's important that you read through all six double-sided pages of this patient information sheet before you give your small child these prescribed stimulants. sifo-dyas: got it. sifo-dyas: wow this is a lot of bullshit. caudle: yeah they think they need to be virtuous about the fact that they're making speed for kids that they're making huge profits from, instead of providing a needed substance for people with differently-wired brains. sifo-dyas: i think it would be really hilarious if i made ari listen to me recite all six double-sided pages. narrator: things did not go as he expected.

Master Si arranges it so that when he presents the acid green pill bottle to me, it's directly under the sofa-side lamp, illuminated like a holy object in a shrine. “Your legally-acquired, medical-grade stimulants.”

I grab at it, but he moves it back out of my reach, and holds up his other hand, blocking me.

“I have instructions,” he warns. That's as far as he gets.

I leap up and across the sofa in a move that would make an Ataru master sit up and demand where that sort of energy was when I was in their class. In the moment before I land on him, Master Si’s eyes go the widest I've ever seen them.

The idea that he may have just made a mistake is plainly visible on his face. He scrambles back, hits the arm of the sofa, then fumbles his way off of it and out of my way. He Force-pushes at the air and it forces me into a gentler stop than I had planned.

“Rules!”

I eye the new distance between us. “Give.”

“I’m supposed to keep them.”

“Give!”

“Locked up, out of reach.�� He backs up as unobtrusively as he can, shuffling more than stepping toward the door. “Doctor’s orders.”

I jump to tackle him again. This time, I feel the fabric of his robes slip through my fingers on the way down and manage to somersault off some of the momentum before I can brain myself on the floor, and only end up with a bit of shoulder pain from the impact. I scramble up and follow him out the door, into the hallway, bemoaning my fate like a Tsis tomb zombie looking for Force-sensitives to snack on.

“My focus!”

“I’m not sure you should have these if you're acting like this at the sight of them.”

“Master!”

“They're a controlled substance.”

“Master!”

“I’m very concerned.”

I give up bleating a third repetition at him and shift my choice of battlefield, reaching out in the Force like I’m patting the floor around me to pick up a pair of glasses. The carpet is wool. His slippers are wool. They may not be from the same place but they’re still the same material. The slippers will be easier. They're felted. That’s just fluff pounded together until it forms a sheet of material.

I let him feel virtuous and victorious as he goes through the instructions the healers gave him. Like all drugs for children, there's a long list. Most of it's for his edification, not mine.

“Got it?” Sifo-Dyas finishes.

I blink at him, removing my focus from felt. It’s like coming out of a cloud. The soles of his slippers are now connected to the carpet, the wool very agreeable to the whole process of de-felting, unwinding, and then joining together so I could squish them together with the Force. Some people sculpt things. I modify fibres. Double-sided fabric wishes it were this interconnected.

“Got it?” He has the nerve to bring my pill bottle back out and give it a rattle.

“Got it,” I say.

Sifo-Dyas narrows his eyes. He shifts his weight in this Mandalorian stand-off we’ve created between us. I narrow my eyes right back and, deliberately slowly, raise one foot.

He flinches back as I lunge again.

His slippers do not follow.

He makes a sort of ‘glurk!’ sound and trips over his own feet.

I move with grace and decorum, practically gliding down the hall to fetch the bottle of my rightful stimulants. Sifo-Dyas swipes at me without much conviction and uses the momentum to roll onto his back.

“No convincing textiles that they’re hook and loop tape,” he says to the ceiling.

“All it to the list,” I inform him, settling down on the floor to examine my prize.

“Okay, now undo it.”

“I haven't gotten that far yet.”

“Padawan,” he groans.

I imitate his tone. “Master!”

[little-paper-man]

:] I have finally sat down and (slowly) did my first colored piece in a long while! A little ref for The Gatherer AKA The Hunter's mom :>

and now i can REALLY get into my crackship >:D