#mucous

[msb-lair]

Clutch #3758 - Vida/Savir

Mated On: 2024-11-08 # of eggs: 5 Hatched On: 2024-11-13

Progeny:

Hatchling 9998 - Aberration Female, Slate Falcon/Spring Safari/Twilight Mucous, Uncommon

Hatchling 9999 - Aberration Male, Ginger Falcon/Radioactive Safari/Banana Mucous, Dark

Hatchling 10000 - Aberration Male, Stone Savannah/Radioactive Peregrine/Cerulean Polypore, Common

Hatchling 10001 - Aberration Female, Beige Falcon/Chartreuse Safari/Cyan Mucous, Dark

Hatchling 10002 - Aberration Male, Tarnish Savannah/Spring Safari/Amethyst Polypore, Uncommon

Comments: My 10,000th dragon hatchling! Allowing for 10+ years of mistakes in the numbering, anyway, some of which I caught and fixed, and possibly others of which I missed. Does include guest clutches (other people's in my lair, and mine in other lairs) but does not count opening eggs from events, Galore, and gathering.

Probably keeping him and, given the new breed just out, turning him into an Everlux.

May discontinue doing daily clutches moving forward, and switch over to "start a nest only when I feel like it"; 10+ years is a long time to play a game.

[hoard-of-dragons]

abyss/blood/ruby

[doodlehorseafternoon]

I mean, in large animal medicine my favorite phrase that I CANNOT use out of work is "always more lube, lube is your friend"

And that's a lot of what mucus is

hurr hurr I'm a human body hurr hurr I'm gonna solve all my problems using mucus

[sciencesolutions]

[zu-is-here]

<– • –>

[jesncin]

what are either of you guys favorite queer hcs for your favorite characters (if you have any ofc)

I have a cursed current fav queer headcanon:

I like to think Johnstantine had a massive crush on Ray Monde when he was young, and is embarrassed about it once he got older. Ray keeps gently turning young Constantine down but still takes care of him on the occasional times Constantine's homeless.

This probably isn't a popular hc but a friend of mine who I'm calling a Constantine Scholar had a similar hc so it counts now!!

[bookgeekgrrl]

hell yeah, the best squid scientist on this hellsite (@sarahmackattack) got to meet Elmo & some cute kids and teach some Science™!

SM: I hate to break it to you, Elmo. I think this shark might be able to eat you whole.

E: Oh, this is terrifying.

[spiderlegsmusic]

[gotham-response]

Hey, this new trend? The one where you hold your breath and walk through fear gas? Please stop doing it. Holding your breath will not protect you

[marzipanandminutiae]

okay I'm feeling almost totally better and have been fever-free for 24 hours. also I am sick to my back teeth with isolating. if this goddamn test isn't negative tomorrow I'm going to scream into a pillow on the balcony

and if I have to miss Brimfield, something inanimate is going to get punched

especially if I test negative in time to get my stupid fucking second gum graft surgery, which is going to suck especially recovering in 90-degree heat with no A/C for three days when I've already been isolating in this room for four so far, but not to have fun with my friends as a hurrah beforehand

[msb-lair]

Clutch #3506 - Yrtha/Yrthraz

Mated On: 2024-02-26 # of eggs: 3 Hatched On: 2024-03-02

Progeny:

Hatchling 9333 (Mercer) - Aberration Male, Umber Falcon/Emerald Peregrine/Shamrock Riot, Uncommon - 15 gems on 2024-03-09

Hatchling 9334 (Soldier) - Aberration Female, Brown Falcon/Seafoam Peregrine/Forest Mucuous, Rare - 15,000 on 2024-03-09

Hatchling 9335 (DarkArmy) - Aberration Male, Tarnish Savannah/Pistachio Peregrine/Spearmint Mucous, Common - 15 gems on 2024-03-09

Comments: 

[momachan]

"John Constantine, this is your life. Doesn't amount to much, does it? Thirty-years-worth of jumbled relics, a biography of arcane detritus-- just three misserable boxes in the corner of a petty crook's lock-up. Jesus, is it thirty years already? Must be, this is 1982. Tempus bloody fugit, eh? Hah-- Never trust anyone over thirty-- That's what Jerry Rubin said. They were a laugh, the yippies-- More fun than the bloody yuppies, anyhow. Shut up, John, you're rambling. Keep your mind on the job."

John Constantine, Hellblazer Vol. 2: The Devil You Know. "The Bloody Saint. Part One."

[feline-evil]

I am of the opinion that if you threw The Lobby Boy at the ceiling with enough force he would get stuck up there like one of those classic ooey gooey slimey-rubber toys. Sorry, Hotel's closed. Lobby boy got stuck on the ceiling and we can't get him down. Yeah. Yeah we think this is gonna be a whole week thing, we tried pulling him but he just got weirdly stretchy and it really creeped us out so we're just gonna wait for him to fall instead.

[talentforlying]

thinking about john's multitude of short-lived, often quickly-abandoned apartments for some reason, so a couple details:

although you might expect to find a very wizard-y interior to any place he's currently living at — you know, grimoires, skulls, dust, clutter, etc. — his flats actually tend to be fairly spartan in terms of decor; they've even been accused of looking modern, here and there. he just moves too frequently to really settle in & accrue Things, and has so often had to simply up & leave everything he currently owned behind (with very little chance of getting any of it back) that he no longer attaches much meaning to household objects.

besides the consistent presence of at least one bookshelf with at least 12 books on it, and a sad sprig of garden sage that miraculously hasn't died yet, the one exception to his lack of personal touch is his extensive collection of records + tapes, all of which he has repeatedly & methodically tracked down and bought / bid / traded / stolen / threatened for / blackmailed for / simply taken back whenever an enterprising landlord or new tenant left him the opportunity to do so. his record player itself has never needed to be taken back, since it has always mysteriously vanished from whatever flat he's leaving and mysteriously appeared wherever he's staying; it's convenient like that. his 10th anniversary walkman, however, frequently goes missing, only to turn up again later in a place he KNOWS he checked when he's least expecting it.

lack of home decor isn't to say he doesn't own much, mind: the bulk of his personal possessions — assorted occult paraphernalia, blackmail documentation, miscellaneous crap from his mucous membrane days, and anything he is able to take with him from past flats — are usually stored off-site, in a secure location that can't easily be tied back to him. this guy's been accused of being a satanic killer on multiple occasions, he knows better than to keep all the real shit out where anyone can just swan in and see it.

currently, this storage location (which i lovingly call occult shit central) is an abandoned inner london storefront + adjoining flat that was formerly his old friend ray monde's shop and home, called brick-a-brac antiques. it's decidedly cozier than the last place, (in that there are chairs, plural,) and has fewer bear traps laid out in anticipation of unlucky thieves; in fact, if a person were to visit without already knowing where constantine actually lives, it'd be easy to mistake it as his expectedly-wizardy flat. it's not an ideal location for an occult shit central, too close to the heart of the city and too close to people to avoid drumming up suspicion should constantine attempt any sort of ritual inside, but until chas finally quits ducking the paperwork and signs over his storage lot (which he may or may not be dragging his feet on out of pure resentment for having to do it at all) ray's place is the best option there is.

constantine's previous (and future) storage location was a lock-up in streatham that chas had been letting him use (see: all but surrendered to him entirely) since he got out of ravenscar, but after constantine's sister died, john decided he was done with magic and, in a spontaneous fit of rage, burnt the place down with everything but a few necessities still inside. he regretted this later, when he inevitably returned to the occult scene after just over a year away, and spent a lot of time calling in favors / hypnotizing arson inspectors to try and put together an inventory of everything he'd lost.

in the nearly 20 years since the fire, he's managed to replace or find substitutes for about 2/3 of what he had (occult-wise), and gather enough fresh dirt / do enough favors / orchestrate enough compromising situations to accumulate a little over 1/4 of the political / interpersonal power he once maintained. ( the lack of success in the latter being, in part, because people now in power aren't as familiar with his name & reputation as they once were; in part because people just don't believe in magic as much as they used to, or were otherwise bought by hell / heaven / other parties a LONG time ago; and in part because he's come to absolutely fucking despise most politicians / people in power more than he is willing to work with them, or more than he is able to plausibly believe they won't try to drop him at the first opportunity. )

you would be hard-pressed to find a landlady/landlord that speaks kindly of this man. if he wasn't kicked out for suspicious smells / disturbing noises / sudden infestations / suspected satanic activity, then it's likely that he abruptly up and disappeared in the middle of the night, with no warning and no rent. (on a few occasions, this vanishing act also coincided conspicuously with a gruesome death on the premises, sometimes of the landlady/landlord themselves, although no one's ever been able to prove anything.) frankly it's . . . magic, that people still rent to him.

due to these aforementioned bad ends, he's incredibly lucky if he gets enough time or leeway to take any sort of furniture with him from one place to the next. however, there is one incredibly comfy, wing-backed, sapphire-blue armchair that's miraculously managed to survive every move in the last ten or so years without being reported stolen — even though it has survived every move because it has, in fact, been stolen in the dead of night nearly every single time, by john and at least one of his buddies.

[justmaghookit]

I threw up :(

[variouspolltournaments]

Propaganda

Mucous Membrane: It's the band that john constantine (from dc) was in. They disbanded after constantine accidentally released a demon that attacked the band and dragged an innocent girl to hell, because constantine had to be committed to a psychiatric ward. I think most of the members either died or became shells of themselves through various magic related incidents. They produced one song which didn't do well.

Old Gods of Asgard: Special mention for Alan Wake 2 where they have an entire sequence set to their song Herald of Darkness, please look up a video of that sequence because frankly video games peaked there, we can all go home now.