#molt fluid

[gianttankeh]

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[sysig]

Come back as a flower, spring Baby

Tala took it pretty hard. Makes sense

Hopefully, anyway. Live food that has the opportunity to hide can be hard to keep track of, so it’s possible they were stressed too... But at least that would be something familiar, not a big scary shadow to run away from

Even selfish, childish thoughts deserve a place to be recognized. There’s no utility in piling shame on top of grief

It felt really strange to logically know that they were gone but still believing so hard that I could somehow undo it, that they’d start moving again if I just did the right thing. Death really does strange things to the brain

[masochistikitty]

oh my gd the idea of god tiering being a metamorphosis for trolls. die on your quest bed and your body becomes a cocoon from which your realized self shall emerge. they get wings after all, why not make it buggy in other regards.

[threebea]

I feel like we could get weirder with the near human stuff honestly. Give Stewjoni bird DNA. They evolved from a bird species and mixed with humans. Let them all be cocky bird motherfuckers. Give them a sense of magnetism and the instinct to migrate. Let them lay eggs and occasionally molt. Stewjoni mascs get the prettiest shiniest outfits and fems prefer neutral colours and styles. It's not uncommon for some people to be fluid with their gender presentation. Maybe their hair changes colour naturally from duller colours to brighter and back. You impress people with dancing. Not only to woo them, but dance battles are a common way to begin negotiations. Dancing can be as simple as arm waving or head bobbing. They're extremely playful. Most of their sports involve stealing a shiny thing.

Obi-Wan had a stash of shiny treasure when he was little. It was mostly bottlecaps and buttons, and maybe a few spoons. He used to give his friends small metal objects to show he liked them which drove the Creche master crazy because those are choking hazards please stop. Qui-Gon gives him a pretty rock because ah yes, a stewjoni kid will like a pretty rock, but by then Obi-Wan is pretty culturally human and is like ??? it IS pretty and I DO like it but what?

He gets called ma'am a few times beard and all, but by then he's aware for a Stewjoni he's dressed very feminine and just rolls with it. Jedi are pretty gender egalitarian he doesn't care.

He's offered bugs a lot because that's a standard Stewjoni dish but he hates bugs. Didn't grow up to like the taste. Sometimes it's just what you grew up with. Qui-Gon it's good for you! You're still growing! Obi-Wan: I'd rather have roadkill! Qui-Gon: That's good for you too! You evolved from a scavenger species! Obi-Wan: I evolved from a trash bird. Give me the nerfburger Qui-Gon! Qui-Gon: STOP STEALING MY FRIES OBI-WAN!

[writteninlunarlight-years]

HI, LET'S TALK ABOUT ART THEFT

Hello, my name is Luna; I have gone by Luna for ages and have been friends with some fantastic artists here on Tumblr. One artist is @heart-of-the-morningstar

A few days ago, it was brought to our attention as a friend group that someone had reposted her entire work, and only in the small author note pointed out it was hers, and they were only doing this because the account has errors (Which it doesn't but we will get into that later)

The account in question for doing this is known as @luna-naoffcial

Now, from one Luna to another, stealing other authors' writing, purposefully taking art, and getting rid of the artist's watermark is wrong.

I have compiled a long list of proof of all the transgressions and my own personal grievances regarding what has happened and continues to happen in the artist community.

First off, story stealing:

To accomplish this, I went through every single story and copied not only the summary that this person wrote on their master list but also the first few lines of the text.

With this, I placed it in a Google reverse engine search and managed to find the accounts with the actual stories, all of which, from my understanding, do not belong to @luna-naoffcial.

They are as follows:

Masochism Tango: https://www.wattpad.com/story/365788359-masochism-tango-alastor-lucifer-vox

Molting Season: https://www.wattpad.com/story/365592419-%F0%9D%90%8C%F0%9D%90%8E%F0%9D%90%8B%F0%9D%90%93%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%8D%F0%9D%90%86-%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%84%F0%9D%90%80%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%8E%F0%9D%90%8D-radioapple

To Love A Killer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46501777/chapters/117090241

Insanity: https://www.wattpad.com/story/361200644-%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%8D%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%80%F0%9D%90%8D%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%93%F0%9D%90%98

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These are all stolen writing works, not to mention the one stolen from @heart-of-the-morningstar

We will move on to stolen artwork and the watermarks intentionally cropped out of view.

I opened a Google engine bar and an image search to find these. You can then download or drag and drop the image you are looking for.

With out further ado:

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I would like to dive into the 'apology' given out and the oddities I have found.

I don't know how many people on Tumblr are familiar with the Cait Corrian drama that happened a few years ago.

She was found creating many fake accounts on GoodReads and trying to ruin the chances of her other YA Authors' getting accredited.

She is also notorious for making fake discord messages to try and cover up her deciete

I post this specific account of the story and these screenshots to highlight the oddities of the following messages shared between @luna-naoffcial and her 'friend' @lia65lana towards a third individual named Kate. What is off to me is that there are a lot of odd things involved in this message exchange

For example, Lia is messaging Kate off Luna's account. Why not off your own account? On top of that, why is Kate on Luna's account? I trust many of my friends but would not hand over my account.

This conversation thread looks very similar to the Cait Corrians. Not only that, but the people in the conversation sound and talk very similarly. The grammar, spelling errors, and odd placement of some nouns and verbs are fluid between all 'three' people.

However, I am willing to step back and say it could be a dialect thing, as when I look at the @luna-naofficial account, my Google Translate automatically wants to translate from Mandarin.

What really struck me as odd however was the responses that both accounts posted as apologies

Lia's account is red, and as we have seen, Luna's is green.

Both accounts posted the EXACT SAME MESSAGES. Only Luna's had an additional ending.

As I was investigating for my friend, it changed again

Again, many of these messages don't fully make sense. There are many grammatical and spelling errors, all very similar to the original picture I added first. All of these 'three' people sound, talk, and make the same errors in all the same ways. I would like to play the benefit of the doubt. In these messages, there is talk of depression, death, and anxiety, all things I personally also struggle with and I understand are hard. However, they are not excuses for purposefully stealing other people's hard work and taking credit for them.

You blatantly take credit for others' work, which is wrong and disheartening.

Side note @alastorsmiles1930: The response and messages are also odd and read the same as all these others. This account is also the ONLY account that followed @heart-of-the-morningstar and the others in my friend group. I want to point this oddity out however I hope you are just an innocent bystander

From one Luna to another, please stop this and apologize. Not just to @heart-of-the-morningstar but to everyone you have been stealing from.

Thank you for listening My Moons

[obae-me]

ive been sick recently, here are some of the fever dreams and various other stupid thoughts ive had;

1. mammon and mc taking beel to the human realm to compete in eating challenges. he gets free food and they get to laugh at the horrified faces of the judges while he demolishes everything and asks for seconds

2. remember the golden age of a/b/o? demons have a higher sense of smell so when mc first arrived, there was a scent blocker in the summoning spell. This fails at some point and now mc has to hide out with solomon or else the brothers will follow them around like they’re the pied piper bc since when did mc smell so good?

3. mc convinving the brothers that humans molt by doing the pva glue thing. solomon is the only one who knows different and absolutely backs them up

4. freaking out the brothers by sleepwalking/talking. mc opening levi’s door in the middle of the night (he’s still awake, rui-chan just dropped a new episode he needs to analyse) and just dead staring at him for several seconds before barking and walking away. he avoids them for days after

5. going to the human realm and bring back a souvenir for diavolo every time. they’re usually the silly things you can buy when you visit tourist areas but they’re held in as high regard as the royal family heirlooms. a small snow globe with a sunglasses wearing gnome inside is displayed next to the royal jewels

6. sampling every different kind of tea with barbatos like a bucket list (chamomile? thumbs up! darjeeling? hates with a burning passion)

7. leaving offerings for the demons/angels out of habit whenever they do something nice. new beauty routine- asmo finds roses in his room. high grade on a paper- satan finds a small cat statuette on top of a pile of books. loaned a listening ear- simeon finds new pens in his writing desk

8. mc being affectionate without realising. humans can be big on physical contact so it’s can be common to kiss or hug regularly. demons are not like this and they short circuit everytime mc kisses their cheeks in thanks or hugs them in greeting

thank you for your time i’m going back to sleep

Oh no! I'm sorry you're sick! Drink tons of fluids and get so much rest!!

1. I bet you Mammon put some money down on him somehow and became absolutely giddy with how much Beel was winning. He would treat him to a buffet afterwards.

2. Ah yes, the wonderful and semi cursed days of a/b/o. I have no doubt that something about their human drives them all crazy.

3. I love love love the thought of MC and Solomon doing things that freak the demons and angels out a bit, mixing real things with fake facts and no one ever knowing what's true or not.

4. What if the brothers all assumed that only Belphie did stuff like that because of his Sin, and so when MC comes around and does similar things, it freaks them out a bit. Again, I love the idea of a human giving all the powerful demons a bit of the jeebies.

5. That is such a cute thing, oh my goodness. Diavolo being obsessed with cheap cliche tourist souvenirs. He's got mugs and shotglasses with different states and countries on them, the fridge in the kitchen has a bunch of magnets of various attractions. He's got several baseball caps he wears around the castle when people aren't around.

6. So sweet! I love the thought of Barbatos having a little notepad and writing notes on their reactions of different teas so he knows exactly what to serve them and when. (I love me a good earl grey myself).

7. As a person who loves giving gifts, this idea is so sweet. It's like a beautiful equivalent of getting a little gold star. They deserve good things, all of them.

8. I think I've done a headcanon of this particular thing (or maybe not, maybe it's just been on my mind before). But yes! Coming up and giving them a hug when they're sad, telling them they love them before hanging up the phone, all things that makes the demons melt instantly, and MC isn't even aware.

Thank you for sharing your dreams!! I love hearing about dreams! Rest up!!

[crevicedwelling]

hi cervical delving, was wondering if you think isopods are more comparable to cows or horses IF we were small enough to milk / ride them. their many pretty patterns remind me of both, honestly. but i dont know much about isopods. i like to imagine owning large fields of them and they also large, but i hate the thought of putting them through the industrial torture cows go through... i understand there is a more comparable cow beast that ants milk, but

in my bugs-as-vertebrate fauna understanding I see isopods as rodents actually; they’re incredibly prolific and numerous where they exist, can eat anything and have these nasty little gnawing mandibles that can cut through whatever they want. being small enough to ride an isopod would be like riding a giant rat & probably either would kick you off its back and then eat you, bones and all. I have seen hungry isopods tear into their molting brethren and fight one another to eat live beetle larvae. they have been known to bite holes into the tarantulas and centipedes people mistakenly cohabitate with them thinking the isopods will “clean up” the enclosure. as soon as the predator molts they’ll clean the enclosure really well. isopods are a menace

millipedes are probably more your speed and I could imagine a relatively peaceful millipede farm with a bunch of big spirobolids munching on a bale of old rotten wood. not sure what you’d milk them for other than benzoquinone defense fluid. or in the case of flat millipedes maybe bottling their cyanide gas for chemical reagents

[eldritch-spouse]

Had to wait a week to ask this because my wifi cut out out but do you think xenomorph cum is acidic

Not really.

Considering there isn't supposed to be blood in cum or saliva, I don't think either one of these fluids is acidic- Especially not saliva, which is used to form the resin of a xenomorph hive's walls.

There's a case to be made that maybe it's just acidic enough to not survive in a human organism for long, or to cause a negative reaction out of you- But that's not really an idea I subscribe to.

Because, in my headcanon, xenomorphs don't necessarily need a phallus to reproduce, the Queen is handling that at her own pace. So I presume they'd only use their individual genitalia for emergency situatious where there's only one or two surviving xenos, the Queen is dead and none of them can molt into one.

In that instance, for example, their organisms could adapt to seek out a different type of "host", utilizing sexual reproduction in the process. And for that to work, they need to deposit tiny ovamorphs in you and ejaculate something to seal them in (this is just one possible scenario). If this material can't survive in foreign bodies with unknown levels of acidity, then the effort would be pointless.

So I think their genetic material would have a higher level of adaptability, as seems to be the trend with this species.

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Roll Up with the Sacred Scarab

The sacred scarab (Scarabaeus sacer) is perhaps the most famous of all dung beetles as a symbol of worship by ancient Egyptians. Outside its godly role, this species can be found throughout northern Africa, as well as southern Europe and into western Asia as far as India. In Africa it inhabits both deserts and scrubland, as well as agricultural areas where food is abundant, while in Europe the sacred scarab stays more towards the coast in dunes and marshes.

Aside from its well-known association with religion, the sacred scarab is known best for its association with dung. When a source has been found, individuals roll it into tightly compressed balls known as telecoprids, which can weigh up to ten times their size. These telecoprids are then rolled with the hind legs to an underground chamber where S. sacer strains out and feeds on nutrient-rich fluids, molds, and undigested particles from the ball over several days. In addition to its role as a nutrient recycler, the sacred scarab is also an important source of food for many small mammals, reptiles, and birds.

In its native range, the sacred scarab will mate year-round provided food is abdunant. Males and females work together to form and move a dung ball back to the underground nest; it is during this stage that males will fight each other for control of the ball, while the female will simply follow wherever the telecoprid goes. Once in the next, male and female briefly copulate before the male departs to search for another mate. The female then sculpts the dung ball into a pear shape and lays a single egg in the narrower end, which is then sealed. Her job done, she too leaves to seek out another partner and repeat the process, laying over a dozen eggs in her lifetime.

After a week or two, a single larva emerges from the egg and begins feeding on the dung around it. Over the next 3 months, it will molt up to three times before forming a pupa. About a month later, a fully mature adult emerges and burrows its way to the surface to find a fresh source of food and potential mates. Unlike many beetle species, the sacred scarab is an adept flyer, and will often use its wings to travel between food sources as opposed to walking.

Though the sacred scarab may seem ornate in Egyptian hieroglyphics and jewelry, the species itself is quite plain. Individuals are completely black, and both sexes are indistinguishable from each other. Individuals can range from 1.9 to 4.0 cm (0.7 to 1.6 in) long, and weigh up to 2 g (0.07 oz). One interesting feature is their front feet; unlike other dung beetles, S. sacer doesn't have any. Instead they only have a vestigial claw-like structure that can be used for digging.

Conservation status: This species has not been evaluated by the IUCN, but due to its large population size and adaptability to urban and agricultural expanstion it is considered relatively stable.

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[ms-scarletwings]

Every Dredge Aberration (2024), part 14

Over sea and sky raced their hideous, cacophonous sound.

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

at once was joined by a dragon’s wake.

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

Hear it threaten to punish their folly if found.

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

Crawling Instar ˚.༄

Encyclopedia #181

Aberrant form of Opabinia

Description:

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

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

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

Boreal Shell ˚.༄

Encyclopedia #182

Aberrant form of boreaspis

Description:

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

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

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

Broken Arapaima ˚.༄

Encyclopedia #183

Aberrant form of arapaima

Description:

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

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

How to catch: As above ^^^

Primordial Shadow ˚.༄

Encyclopedia #184

Aberrant form of Xiphactinus

Description:

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

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

How to catch: ^^^

Effigy Crab

Encyclopedia #185

Aberrant form of horseshoe crab

Description:

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

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

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

Mire Screecher

Encyclopedia #186

Aberrant form of giant mud crab

Description:

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

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

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

Wretched Nipper ˚.༄

Encyclopedia #187

Aberrant form of nipponite

Description:

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

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

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

[vhouatroph]

Vampirism is a disease in Karvaea that affects most corporeal creatures. An entity afflicted with vampirism is typically referred to as a vampire.

Vampirism is transmitted through the exchange of bodily fluids. For most creatures, this is often through a bite, or consumption of infected meat.

Creatures that become vampires generally go through a few stages of infection. Early on, the disease will cause a mild iron deficiency, leading to a heavy craving for meats.

This is a vital time for the infection, as it is still curable in this state. If meat consumption is kept to a minimum during this time, the disease will pass. If meat is heavily consumed, the infected will go through further stages of the disease. Vampirism is particularly dangerous to obligate carnivores, who are unable to properly moderate their meat intake.

Once a creature has eaten enough meat to satisfy the disease, iron levels revert to normal, but behavioral changes do not: vampires will have a higher level of aggression and a larger appetite for meat than their peers. In some cases, particularly among social species, cannibalism will also occur.

Creatures will begin to physically change as vampirism progresses. Rapid gum recession is one of the first physical signs of vampirism. Following this, teeth will see a minor increase in size. In synapsids, (including mammals) canine teeth will see a significant increase in size in particular. For creatures with already large canines, this can result in injury. In creatures with a chitin shell, future molts will often see an increase in sharpness and rigidity of the shell.

Other behavioral changes that come with later stages of vampirism include a shift towards a nocturnal activity cycle in creatures that normally prefer diurnal or crepuscular activity cycles. Solitary vampires will become more territorial, and social vampires will become more reclusive among non-vampire peers.

Social vampires will also generally form their own groups separate from a larger group, referred to as a "camp." Camps will go on nightly rampages to mass feed on prey, often leading to the widespread slaughter of livestock. This explosion in vampire activity all at once is usually also when vampirism is finally properly noticed within a region, making outbreaks very difficult to prepare for.

After several weeks to months of feeding, vampires will begin to experience iron overload, and perish en masse. This will often create large corpse fields, where scavengers will often feed to continue the cycle of infection if they are not dealt with.

The origin of vampirism in Karvaea is the Divine Parasite Tholora, an entity that lives within the brimsanguid realm of life. Tholora is an entity that has been written about all throughout history, along with her plagues of vampirism. She wanders the world, spreading vampirism where she goes, and feeds on the corpses once the vampires expire. Tholora does not often stay in one place for too long, often moving as seasons change.

Tholora is approximately 3 meters tall and 2.5 meters long. She is mildly equine in appearance, though has a rather long neck and bizarre 8-toed feet. A majority of her body is covered in black feathers, except her head which has a hard chitin "mask" that keeps her mouth covered when she is not feeding or fighting. She has two eyes which see through triangular holes in her mask, and five horns. Along Tholora's back are a number of cnidarian-like tentacles, which extend to the end of her short tail. Tholora's blood is green, and her flesh is blue.

Tholora spreads vampirism by nonfatally attacking prey at night, generally small synapsids. As the injured animals are hunted by larger predators, vampirism spreads through the food chain until reaching apex predators. As this goes down, Tholora hides in waiting until the mass feedings begin. At this time, Tholora moves out and starts to actively hunt animals that have become infected with vampirism. It is not unheard of that Tholora will appear in the middle of a fetching operation to deal with vampire attacks. In these events, she is generally not hostile towards humans unless provoked.

When provoked, Tholora is often considered to be a cocky combatant at first. She apparently doesn't take most creatures seriously, and relies heavily on kicks, head slams, and just throwing her bulk around to subdue attackers. When something is not easily defeated, Tholora begins to take her attackers a little more seriously.

Tholora is noted to have a magical bias towards fire magic. With that, when she becomes sufficiently annoyed, she will wreathe herself in flames. Tholora will release the cover over her mouth, and begin to spit blood out in all directions. Being a brimsanguid, Tholora has a notable level of sulfur in her blood, and as such this blood is combustible. Tholora will set her blood on fire, hurting and confusing attackers all the while she also continues her physical attacks. Any attempt at slaying Tholora has been met with retreat or death. If she enters the area during a fetch, the area will be abandoned until she leaves. During vampirism outbreaks, fetchers will be instructed to make plans on what to do if they come into contact with Tholora.

Tholora, like all brimsanguids, originated from the Lilieaeta region. There are no known individuals of her species besides her, and investigations have led to believe she is the last remaining individual of it. The only region vampirism has never been found in is the Arisaerel region.

[deinocheirus]

@theload The changes for the most part have been largely character based rather then setting. Biggest overall change is now much more fluid in appearance and are all born as literal worms, grow eyes and take form based on their self perception and “envy” of others.

Each time a dragon molts it’s skin it changes a little bit (or a lot). Most dragons look something recognizably a “dragon”, but they can range from “bug” to “human” to “giant living island”.

[mothduchess]

Molting (A Kitsune HRT side story)

Sometimes, I dream myself as a vixen. A party with friends in a beautiful quiet glade, with fur soft and magnificent. One could almost smell the roses, hear the wind laugh in joy. A sunlit grotto paradise where hope lived and danced. All that fur, that sparkling euphoria amongst friends, it could send me into a giggling fit! But day will always give to night, for time will reveal new splendors and questions. Night is not fearful, for the moon is bright and gentle. The games may be done and the food might be shelved, but in the darkness dwells things you cannot imagine. They won't hurt you. No matter how afraid, or how confused, the things that go bump in the night never intend to bump you over. Such thoughts filled our head as we stared at our hands which began to crumble as cracking sand would; fragments of flesh fell and shattered onto the floor one after the other. We felt scared, seeing our body which we thought we finally had begun to understand, crack away after we found a scrap that poked out. The frayed threads of our form had revealed themselves to go deep however, and tugging at them had revealed our mistake. "Can't it stop? I keep learning, I keep stumbling, but things never stop," we pleaded. Our arms wrapped around our frame. The mirrors in the house were covered and the lights were off - all was silent and all was still. Which is why we felt a dread when we received an answer.

Wordless. Sightless. The crumbling of our flesh filled our ears but we felt something else. Deep within the body where hearts and bones and viscera go there was but a deep pitch blackness, yet it was not empty. In that moment, I felt my face twist in confusion, wanting everything to stop. Not out of fear of what was within, but fear of the lack of knowledge. What little was left of my hands went to my face as I shrank into the corner, curled into a ball. From that blackness though, scratching could be heard. Was this really the first time? We thought back, sitting there while the creature within quietly created new cracks in the flesh. Something tickled our skin beneath with some fragments even clinging to the force and being pulled down with it. A pain curled into being behind our eyes and within our teeth, that try as we might we couldn't put it into words. Long sender and clawed digits began to poke through and tore away the body chunk by chunk, faster than it previously collapsed. Thoughts of not being alone... chtter Of thinking about ourself as a swarm within a coat or blanket... k-tk k-tk A thousand little things, quiet and numerous... CRACK Loud and obvious, like a pair of wings. The new appendages dripped some unknown fluid onto the tile floor, extending from a now hollow back that roared in its chasmous scale. Giant, gorgeous, colorful wings. At first we were worried - had we been wrong about being a kitsune. Did we lie, did we deceive? This was different, this wasn't what we thought! But when we twitched those wings, a cathartic fluttering took our heart by storm. It felt just as true as those delighted giggles in the grotto. Just as warm as the fur I felt in that dream. Had we still a mouth, we would have smiled nervously at the unexpected pleasure of our wings as they slowly flexed and extended. My gaze flicked to my hands now revealing themselves to be the very same insectile appendages we had used to reveal ourself. When I pulled ourself up with the counter, hairy fuzzy legs clicked underneath, extending our height to threaten the ceiling. The moonlit sky took a glimpse through the curtains, causing our fur to shimmer in the dark with a beautiful gossamer glow. The wings extended, taking in the curious light and merging it with our own curiosity. "What are we?" we wondered in awe. We looked to the mirror. Clumps of human skin were still caked to the skin, the chipping having slowed to a crawl. What stared back from the glassy plane were two massive compound eyes surround by a sheer collar of fur and twitching antennae, the head cocking in utter fascination. A cautious, delighted trill escaped our throat as one hand traced our new visage, until we saw the human skin that remained. It was uncomfortable at first. The fear remained. The confusion. There was even more? Would we like what we saw, would others fear us, or send doubt and suspicion? But another glance in the mirror, bereft of vanity we assure, eased our doubts and quieted the anxiety. We felt beautiful, wonderful and most of it relieved - this form and truth had in fact been there the whole time. It was a part of us. The bathroom window gasped and sharply inhaled the crisp night air. Summer was slowly beginning to end. The mysteries of autumn were on the horizon. But staring deeply at the pale moon light, we couldn't help feel a delight at the fact there was still so much to discover of ourselves. We felt delight that when we finally felt safe enough to fly into the dark, we would not be alone.

--------------------------------------------------------------- So. Funny how life works. Not *only* is this moth week, which... *checks the current title and icon of this blog* Yeah that tracks... it ALSO is the week we (with the help of our friends) FOUND OUT WE'RE A WE. Or, probably? We read things that make sense, something called a median system. We've had these kind of thoughts a while now but we're still new to this whole thing. Of realizing that how we think isn't typical for most. IMPORTANT TO NOTE: we often express ourselves with horror and dramatic visuals - we hope no one got the thought we were trying to treat being a system as something terrible or scary. We wanted to illustrate that terror you feel when you realize you don't know everything about yourself anymore. So.... we're a we! Also I as well. It's odd to us that our writing still feels comfortable with purely I, but with this piece we felt it necessary to comb things in. Given that we also love being a moth monster, we felt it best to combine both our other lovely creature with this quiet and beautiful horror of self discovery that is life. (But seriously *holy cow* 2024 ain't letting up)

[kisiel-z-kosmosu]

Bio-Angel design that was send to me by the power of shower.

Thought proces was driven by ,,If I were an ancient shepard, what features could I descirbe as the ones in Bible (and later art)?", also I love stained glass in churches and wanted to include the same feelings they gave me.

Notes but in text +fallen angel notes v

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Angelymph- holy, glowing gas that allows angels to levitate in the air. On great heights angelymph fills entire body, making it glow like an alive star, near erath's surface special halo-shaped organs compress gas around ribs and edges of umbrellas.

Beak, no teeth, proved great method of air exchange during flight and making very wide range of sounds

Angels’ skin is very flexible, covered in soft scales and almost translucent (in areas where it’s thicker white color is visible)

Umbrellas (3x on head) are used for jellyfish-like motion while leg-wings make direction change easier

Muscle and bone tissue is blue,

Leg-wings work in way analog to bat wings, many people had mistaken them for white gown

No reproductive system and reduced pelvis (among many other bones), angels never fully stand on earth, they are delicate in struture

God’s eye, always open, the brightest element, looking at it could multiply human vision or induce hallucinations (especially among sinners)

Around 2.5 meters tall and 5 meters "wingspawn"

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Falling: the only way to trully disobey God is by intentionally removing the All-Seeing Eye (works sort of like eating forbidden fruit for humanity). This gives angel (hereinafter referred to as demon) free will, but also quickly deprives angelymph, causing physicall fall.

Horns: are remains of umbrellas, soft membrane easily tears apart on surface and dies off. The same thing happens to leg-wings. This althought painfull is actually beneficial, allowing them to walk on bonetips.

Injures (marked red) never fully heal, causing neverending burning pain sensation. Most of the body tightness and hardens during healing, leaving demons small compared to their former selfs. Under 1.6 meters.

Body fluids: Abscence of angelymph is slowly replaced by normal blood , this mixed with blue organs and scales (it hardens like in exosceleton after molting) makes demon skin purplish-ash color.

Behaviour and look: Demons are way more eager to interact with humans, hence more close to reality depictions. This also caused them to adapt human clothing and fashion. Demons like modyfying their body, buying bodyparts from humans (they suprisingly match, and take demon colorations) or making metalic upgrades.

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Human forms: Angels can disguise perfectly as anyone, delicate pulsating can be felt under forehead if you touch it in right spot.

Demons are easier to spot, they human skin is weirdly dead-looking and pale (compared to population, not necessarily white) And largest horn pair is not fully hidden.

[melodiousmonsters]

(Long ah post) Re-did my monster taxonomy again, now with more ranks and specificity. I shall now go into more detail about everything on there. Some taxons are grouped together for lack of anything differentiating them. Things in italics and parentheses are out of universe notes, everything else is information known to the monsters. Also yes this does mean the scientific names for the old monstiary pages are almost all inaccurate again.

Monsters are under the domain Monstra. To be put in the domain you need to be sapient and capable of breeding, some exceptions may be made for certain monsters that are clearly monsters but can’t breed. (The chart is nearly the same as the ones that are used in the modern day monster world, but the exact arrangements of species may be changed as some “monsters” aren’t even monsters but most don’t know that nor have a way to find out. Divina was added after the Wubbox were discovered, thus the addition of the last part of the previous in-world sentence as they can’t breed)

Kingdoms

(This was added after the original document was written) Divina is where the monster species made directly by gods go, a semi-waste bin taxa. The name “Divina” goes down to the genus allowing for unique species names. They seem to be immortal, and possess great power over their elements. The two monsters under the ranks are Divina mechana (Wubbox) and Divina simiservice (Enchantling). Organica contains the ordinary monsters made of living organic matter. They have living cells, can breed, and most of them need to eat, but that’s not a requirement. Inorganica contains the ordinary monsters that are made of primarily inorganic/non living matter while they are alive. They can breed, and none of them need to eat. They run entirely off of their lifeforce, but they eat sometimes for enjoyment.

Phylums

Beastia or beasts are critter-like monsters. Mondragora contains plant-like monsters (Mushrooms are plants in this universe, but there are true fungus like molds and yeasts, they just are barely researched). Reanimata or reanimated monsters are similar to the undead from ancient stories. These monsters are made of cells, but dead ones. Constructa are mainly made of non cellular materials.

Classes (not element classes those are different)

Segmenta or segmented monsters have an segmented exoskeleton composed of chitin, a nervous system primarily on their ventral side, hemolymph, a heart that is on the dorsal side, and molt to grow. Jellatina (through that to jellatidae) or jellatinous monsters are a very broad classification, a semi-wastebin taxon. Basically they don’t have a spinal cord, but aren’t segmented. Chordata or chordates have spines of some sort, even if they are very small and simple as in the inkfish(Atrapicidae). They have blood, and internal mineralized bones. Fungi (to Sporalis) or mushroom monsters have no leaves, are consumers, and aren’t like critters. They are actually a network of mycelium and what looks like their bodies are actually just puppets that are made for interacting with other monsters, and maybe aiding in breaking down food. They can shortly detach these and animate them for a bit while not connected to their mycelium, this behavior is most commonly seen in Sporalis sadisticus (Squot), but the others can do it too. Plantae (to Florales) or plant-like monsters are, well, plant-like monsters. They have chloroplasts and are autotrophs, and can absorb nutrients from soil through special membranes mostly on their feet, but some other monsters can do this too so it’s not a requirement. Instead of activating muscles with muscle fibers, they use hydraulics. They inject and retract water from special absorbent tissues that expand and shrink depending on how much water is in them. For transporting materials through their bodies they use xylem. Phantasma (to Phantidae) or phantoms are ghost-like monsters. They have no organs and instead use a special fluid called ectoplasm that does all their bodily functions like digestion, material transport, and movement. Speaking of movement ectoplasm can stay suspended mid air allowing them to float. Skelleosis (to Skelidae) or skeleton monsters are mostly made of calcified bones. They don’t need to eat, sleep, or do anything a living organism needs to do. Constructa(the class, to Mechina) are monsters that construct their bodies. They often start out by their egg morphing into their first form, and then as they gain more lifeforce as they grow they can support a larger body and add on to their forms. Incramentids (to Goleformes) are inorganic monsters that grow like an organic one rather than building themselves.

Orders

Arachnids ( to Vasucta) are segmented monsters that eat by liquifying their food with their digestive juices by injecting it into their food with fangs. Insectiformes are the segmented monsters that eat by chewing or sucking up already liquid food. Synapsids (to Mammalidae) have solid skulls with three holes in each side, differentiated teeth, warm blood, and are the only organic monsters that can have fur. Amphibians (to Amphibidae) are monsters with skin they can breathe through when wet, and solid skulls. Sauropids have solid skulls with five holes in them, and undifferentiated teeth. Piciformes or piscine monsters have skulls with multiple parts, undifferentiated teeth, and partial thermal regulation. Most have gills and lungs.

Families

Crustacean (to Crustata) monsters are Insectoid monsters that have filamentous gills that they use to breathe. Insect monsters are Insectoid monsters that breathe through spiracles. Reptilidae or reptilian monsters are cold blooded and are primarily covered in scales. Avidae or avian monsters are warm blooded sauropsids. Ossipicidae or ossipicids are piscine monsters with calcified bones. Cartelpicidae or cartelpicids are piscine monsters with cartilage bones. Atrapicidae (to Suctipedes) or inkfish are piscine monsters with beaks, very underdeveloped spines that are one or two bones. Herboceae or herbal monsters are plant-like monsters with no bark on them and instead have soft stems. Arboraceae or tree monsters are monsters with bark. Miniralidae (to Geologica) are monsters made of minerals, they typically eat the minerals that they are made of and they are then heated in a special organ called a kiln, the molten rock is then gradually pushed to the surface to cool and harden into the new surface plates of rock. How they move has been theorized to be magic based. Articinidae (to Artinzina)or artisan monsters are made of materials like wood, fabric, or other crafts materials. They grow and do everything in a magic based way.

Genuses

Insectidae - Dronsecta or dronesects are insect monsters that can open portals with their wings. Larvasa are neotonus insectoids that stay in their larval states for their entire lives. Colomu means colored wings and Colomu have colored wings instead of the clear ones other insectoids have. Insectidae is just a wastebin-taxon where the rest of the insect monsters go.

Jellatidae - Membrana have membranes around their fluid insides. Fluidum have part of their bodies as uncontained fluids, the only monster in this genus are Fluidum _____ (haven’t named the species yet) (Whimsies), wich boil the fluid to fill a sack they make to contain it, which allows them to float. Molluscus is a wastebin-taxon that contains the rest of the soft bodied monsters.

Mammalidae - Ferrae are carnivorous monsters that actively hunt things and have sharp teeth. Ruminanta are monsters that have more than 4 stomachs and eat grasses and other tough things that require a lot of digestion. Humammalia are bipedal omnivorous monsters with mostly flat teeth. Psudoreptillia are semi-cold blooded monsters with calcified skin that resemble scales. Thumpidae are monsters that share a morphological resemblance to or are Thumpidae thumpus (Thumpies), which means they have no ribs and primarily move with spring loaded bones retracted by muscles. Cabutoris exists to contain the species Cabutoris maw (Maws), which fit nowhere else.

Amphibidae - Anura have no tails, Squamosis have calcified lumps beneath their skin that make them look like they have scales.

Reptilidae - Lizardae have flat-tipped tongues. Dracoda have forked tongues. Dinodae have non-splayed-out limbs.

Avidae - Pluma have beaks and most are flighted. Humavia are bipedal and don’t have beaks, have bird-like feet, and no fur.

Ossipicedae - Squamifer have scales, Lenis don’t.

Cartelpicedae - Rayta have ray-like cartilage in their limbs, Serrata have serrated teeth which are mineralized.

Herboceae - Herbosa have proper leaves that are fairly thin, Suculata have thick leaves and store a lot of water.

Arboraceae - Ambularborae have no bark covered trunk, Trunka as the name implies, do

Phantidae - Banshee contains Banshee banshee (Whisps), and Banshee talona (Withurs). Felaspira contains Felaspira furrus (Ghatz) Felaspira serpenta (Xysters).

Skelidae - Carossis have some non-bone tissue, ossa are all bone.

[kayforpay]

For the kink requests: Meowrails cum inflation. (Nep is the one receiving. Doesn't have to be an obscene amount, just kinda noticeable)

It's a little awkward. But then again, they both anticipated that; they're not exactly the most well-versed trolls when it came to pailing, which was why they were even doing it together. It was one of those stupid pacts that people made with their friends, or, as the case may be, with their moirails.

If we're both virgins by the time we've both had our tertiary molts, we'll sleep together.

Of course, they had both laughed, Equius had went back to half-sleeping on her lap, and the rest of the early morning had passed the same way it always did; watching romance movies, and Nepeta complaining about the incompatibility of the predesignated couples while she fed Equius carrot sticks like he was a particularly needy pet hoofbeast.

And now, since Equius' slower growth had finally caught up with Nepeta's to have them both comfortably out of their tertiary molt periods, they were stuck with the reality of their conversation. Equius was, again, curled up against Nepeta and accepting her gracious attention, while Nepeta herself was talking through their options.

"Of purrse, we don't have to do anything. Obviously."

"Obviously. But if you wanted to, Nepeta--" He sat up, slightly and looked at her eyes. The color had come in more clearly over the sweeps, and she was only getting prettier. He felt guilty about being, presumably, the main cause of her lack of romantic partners. A hulking blueblood she was constantly toweling off wasn't exactly going to get many people interested in a lowblood. "I'm not uncomfortable. I adore you."

Her hand, bigger now but still extremely warm, rested on his cheek. "I love you, Equihiss. I just don't want it to be, you know, weird. I mean it's gonna be weird! It will be, but I don't wanna not have you with me beclaws of it." Her bottom lip trembled.

"I could never leave you, Nepeta. You are my beloved diamond, no matter what we- what we might d-do." He wiped reflexively at his forehead and neck, the main reason for his own lack of experience. "And, if I can be l-lewd," Nepeta nodded, knowing he wanted her permission when he said that. "I would feel somewhat more comfortable, knowing that it was you. That you would be with me."

Now, Nepeta was smiling, her other hand cupping his cheek, and she kissed him, soft and chaste. "Of course. I'll always keep you safe, Equius. Besides, I was thinking the same thing." Her ears twitched, pleased.

Kissing was easy. Although they had taken it up more slowly, out of Equius' fear of hurting her and Nepeta's wavering comfort with bodily fluids (as laughable as it was), kissing was easy once they got started. It was smooth, with Nepeta pulling him over her and holding his hair in a loose fist to keep it from falling in their face. When he was able to break his focus on her tongue in his mouth, he felt her putting it up in a hair tie.

"It'll just break." He mumbled, doing what he could to keep from flinching when her hands slid from their resting place at his shoulders to slide over his chest. Her mouth was on his neck, and he shivered. She smelled good. "I should just lay down. I-I'm dripping, Nepeta."

The towels of their pile were starting to get slightly damp, even though his sweating had tapered off somewhat. Still, she pulled at the hem of his shirt. "I'm gonna need a shower anyway, right? I've never minded before." Her voice was shockingly confident, even though her hands were wavering, unsure where to rest.

He nodded, and sat back to strip his shirt off. She sat up, and pulled her own off, tossing it out of the pile and onto the basement floor. The movie seemed muffled when he kissed her again, when her hands curled around his grubscars curiously. He giggled, twitching to get out of her reach, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Feeling her press against him was the first time he realized his bulge was already starting to slip out, and he shuddered again. Her own was twisting under her pants, and when he moved to pull his shorts open, she did the same. Her rumblespheres spilled to either side of her chest, and he let her put his hand on her chest, trying to only match the pressure she started.

Her legs curled slightly up as she pushed her pants down, trying not to move away, and Equius whimpered when his bulge slithered over the lips of her nook. His hips twitched, and she gasped, her claws sinking into his wrist. It was, apparently, that easy. Before he could fully catch his breath, he was half inside her, his thighs tense and shivering as he watched her hand press against the top edge of her nook, rubbing her pleasurenub quickly.

He cursed as she pulsed around him, pulling him in deeper, past the tapered end, and she yanked him down to kiss him again as his hair broke the rubber band, curtaining around their faces as he rolled his hips against her. Sweat pooled in the hollow of her throat, both his and hers, and he delicately wiped it with a towel, between slow, kisses, his hips moving reactively

Her bulge couldn't quite reach his own nook, from the position and how it was trapped between her thighs, but he hoped he would have another chance with her. Nepeta's hands pet through his hair, her voice was still that high, warm tone he loved so much, her body was reassuring against his. It felt like he was wrapped in her embrace, her safety.

"Oh." He gasped, breathing against her chest as he curled up. His fingers brushing against her grubscars made her pulse, made her squirm and whine, and he was caught off-guard when he came. "Oh, Nepeta. Nepeta."

She purred, though it broke up around light, breathy little moans, and kept her hands tangled in his hair to keep him close. At some point, she spilled over her stomach, though he couldn't really tell when. When he was finally released, and able to get his legs under himself properly, he was wobbly as a foal.

Nepeta let her legs down, and he gently undressed her the rest of the way before flopping face-down onto the pile beside her. "Goodness."

She giggled. "Goodness!" Her legs kicked slightly. "I didn't expect it to be so much."

He lifted his head to agree, but she was looking down at herself, at the small rounded lump of, he guessed, her seedflap. He could see blue through her skin, and had to hide his face again. "I-I'm sorry, I meant to p-pull back--" He stopped when she pat his head.

"I'm okay. It felt... Interesting. I don't know if I liked it, you know? D'you think we could try again, Equihiss? I-I mean, would you be okay? Are you okay?" She rolled over, onto his back, and kissed his shoulder. "Are you alright, Equius?"

Equius nodded. "Embarrassed. I liked it so-so much more than I thought, it feels kind of bad." He turned his head, and she kissed his cheek. "I don't want to seem like I'm quad-hopping."

Now, Nepeta snorted a laugh, snuggling under his chin, and it felt exactly like it always did. "Couldn't be you, Equius. And I'd never be worried about that. I know better." She paused. "We have to restart the movie, huh?"