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somethingswift19 · 1 year ago

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Who? JJ Maybank x Tattooed (f) Reader

| Warnings: mentions of abuse, swearing, over protective JJ (mildly), alternative reader

| Summary: JJ noticed your medusa tattoo for the first time. All characters are in their 20s in this

| (a/n): I don't know how I feel about this ending. But I hope y'all enjoy!

You weren't like the others on Kildare Island. Technically you were a kook like Kie, but also like Kie you were a pouge through and through. Your dad was ex military and now worked for the local prison while your mom owned the only tattoo shop in the county. Due to this, your family tended to stand out which also meant you lacked in the friends department. That was until you met Kiara.

You and Kie had been inseparable since you met at the kook academy your freshman year. Neither of you wanted to be there but were forced by your mothers to attend. For her 16th birthday present, the two of you even got matching dolphin tattoos. Then when Sarah came along it became the three of you.

This led you to now. You were a 23 year old bartender at The Wreck, Kie's family restaurant, and the two of you had just gotten off shift. Running to the back you threw on your black "I <3 Hot Dads" hoodie, jean shorts, and red high top vans before throwing your messy, curly hair up into a bun. "Hey (y/n), are you ready?" your best friend yelled from the doorway.

"Yeah I'm coming!" grabbing your backpack, you followed her out. You had plans to meet the boys at the beach for a bonfire tonight after work. You had only met them a few times, and all of said times a certain blonde had caught your attention. Getting in the car you got settled but Kie didn't stop staring. "Can I help you?" you laughed.

"Oh no. Just wondering if you were gonna spend the whole night drooling over JJ again and not make a move like last time," she shrugged. Rolling your eyes you told her to just go.

Grabbing the beer out of the back, the two of you made your way towards the beach. "Hey girlies!" the familiar voice of Sarah Cameron rang out. "We were beginning to wonder when the two of you were showing up!"

"Blame the one who had to get ready before we came here," Kiara side eyed you before all three of you began to laugh.

"Listen! Is it a crime to want to look half way decent for my two besties other friends? I mean gotta make a good impression right?" you continued laughing.

"Yeah right. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that JJ is here tonight," Sarah teased you causing you to lightly hit her in the arm as the three of you headed down to the sand. After reaching the firepit you got settled onto the soft sand sitting crisscross applesauce. "Where's Pope?"

"He had homework for his fancy college program," the blonde boy you had been looking forward to seeing all night responded as he sat down next to you and handed you a beer. Nodding your head you took a swig out of the bottle you had been handed. The other three in the group were busy talking about something Sarah's brother did when JJ leaned over and broke the silence between the two of you. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't look like anyone I've ever seen around here." You gave him a funny look before he quickly added, "Like it's a good thing! It's cute! Just very different!"

A blush formed on your freckled cheeks, "Thank you...I Think." He was right though. You had long curly black hair with tiny bits of green throughout, both sides of your nose pierced along with your septum, and both ears pierced all the way up. Not to mention the tattoos. Yet you still had a sweetness or "innocence" to you.

"You're welcome!" he smiled proudly to himself for causing the pink tinge. "Now tell me about your tattoos!"

"Well what do you wanna know?" You inquired. The two of you being so wrapped up in your own conversation to realize the other three had left you two alone.

"Well for starters, how many do you have?" genuine curiosity was shown on his face. You fascinated him. "I mean I can see you have your traditional patchwork leg done here, but do you have any more?"

"Well," you began. "I have my leg sleeve (of course), then I also have a full arm sleeve, and one down my side. And then a secret one that matches Sarah and Kie's." you smirked before beginning to giggle when he looked astonished.

"We are gonna circle back to the mystery tattoos later!" the blonde boy exclaimed. "But can I see your sleeve?" You nodded with a hint of reluctance only because of one tattoo. You took off your hoodie so you were only in your tank top. JJ began examining all of the colorful pieces you had but quickly stopped when he saw the medusa adorning your upper arm. His face went from curious and playful to stern. "Who?"

"It's really not important," fixated on the fire you really were hoping to not have this conversation yet. You were always cold but the hoodies also helped keep that hidden.

"You can talk to me," his blue eyes softened. He didn't want to push you but wanted to at least offer. "My dad...he used to beat the shit out of me. I used to blame myself. Would convince myself that I deserved it somehow. My fiends helped snap me out of that."

The two of you sat there in silence for several minutes before you brought yourself to open up, "It was my ex. He had a hard time taking no for an answer." JJ didn't say anything but just let you confide in him. "But before that, I went through something similar to you. My dad was an angry guy. I remember showing up to school with black eyes and having to have my friends cover for me. Then when I was 16, things got particularly bad. He slapped me so hard I fell down and he stormed out. Said 'He should have left me and my bitch of a mom a long time ago'...he came back the next morning in tears and never laid a hand on me since. So then when my ex did what he did, it just brought out suppressed memories."

JJ immediately brought you into a hug while wiping a tear off your cheek, "I am so sorry." You looked up into his beautiful baby blue eyes when the two of you leaned in. He kissed you so gently and tasted so sweet you thought you were in heaven. That was until he whispered onto your lips "So what are these secret tattoos the three of you girls share?" Laughing you buried your face into his chest.

"It's so embarrassing," you blushed as he started to chuckle right when the other three showed back up from what looked like swimming. "Oh! Just in time! (y/n) here was just about to enlighten me on these secret tattoos of yours!"

"Don't do it!" and "She was not!" were said in unison by other two.

"Come on guys we should tell them," you smiled and you all three agreed. "Ok, so just know the three of this did this to celebrate graduating high school. We were young and dumb."

"Oh this is gonna be good," John B mumbled.

"We all have a different fruit," Sarah continued.

"On each of our asses," Kiara finished. The two boys burst out laughing.

"Are you being for real?" John B asked. "I mean I knew about yours Sarah, but all three of you?" he couldn't hold back the laughter anymore.

JJ leaned over and whispered just to you, "I can't wait to see what yours is." Causing you to once again turn bright red. You knew you were in trouble with this boy when he just smirked down and kissed you again saying, "You're too damn cute when you blush like that."

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himbo-ford-pines · 2 months ago

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hehehehehehe evil thots illegal thots here have bad babysitter Stan

CW: drinking

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Stanley watched his brother run full speed around the house. He sighed. He should have never given into the boy’s pleas for ice cream. Their parents were going to be gone overnight and had tasked Stanley with watching the seven year old Stanford. He recalled his pa’s warning before they left the house: “He’d better be asleep by eight, and eat his entire dinner and-“ blah blah blah. Stanley knew what he was doing. Christ they worried so much.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a crash. He paled. “Sixer, I know you didn’t run into that fucking urn.” He stared hard at their grandmother’s ashes on the floor. “God… dammit. Okay.” He stood and grabbed the broom, muttering to himself. He was gonna get his ears boxed for this.

Stanford stepped back and rubbed his arm sheepishly. “Sorry Stanley, I was pretending to be a B-52 and-“

“Yeah, bud, I saw.” He sighed. “You need to calm down a little, you’re literally bouncin’ off the walls. In fact-“ he glanced up at the cat clock monotonously ticking away above the entrance to the kitchen. “I think it’s bedtime.” He considered ashes in the dustpan and grabbed a Tupperware, dumping them in while his brother whined at him.

“What?! That’s not fair, you get to stay up all night and watch tv!”

“Yeah, cuz I’m charge tonight, and Pa gave me specific instructions on what to do with you. I’m not getting my ass whooped because you wanna watch cartoons longer than normal. I’m already getting it because you spilled Grandma on the fuckin floor.” He wiped his hands off on his white shirt, grimacing at the dark smudges. Sorry Grandma.

Ford frowned. “But I’m not tired.”

Stanley frowned. Getting this kid in bed when he didn’t want to go was nearly impossible. Then he remembered his ma talking about giving them gin on her finger when they were babies to calm them down and put them to sleep. He wondered if beer would do the same. “Tell ya what, you can stay up with me, but you have to drink with me. You wanna be a man or whatever? Come on.” He grabbed a six pack he’d stolen from the local grocery store from the fridge and placed it on the coffee table imposingly. “Think you’re up for it?”

Stanford puffed out his chest in pride. “I can do it! I am a man!” He ran over to the couch and sat down, keeping his arms crossed.

Stanley threw some pajamas at him. “At least get cozy.”

Ford groaned and started taking off his clothes. Stanley found his eyes trailing over the boy’s soft body, coming to rest on the boy’s tighty whiteys. He shook his head when Stanford pulled his pj’s back on and flopped down onto the couch, cracking open a cold one with the boy. He grabbed the clicker and switched on the tv, flipping through channels until they hit some documentary and Sixer started yelling at his older brother to stop there so he could learn about jellyfish. Stanley groaned but figured the kid would only be up for a little longer so he obliged and settled back as he was lectured on the stages of jellyfish life, polyp stage, Medusa stage, blah blah blah. He sipped his beer boredly, and pulled the boy closer, offering him the bottle. “Here. You said you’d keep up with me.”

Stanford took it, a bit unsure of himself and sniffed it, recoiling a bit at the heavy fermented wheat smell. “You sure Pa won’t get mad?”

“Not if Pa doesn’t know. You gonna rat me out?”

“No.”

“Then shut up and quit worrying. Drink.” He opened another beer for himself and chugged half of it, letting out a loud long burp afterwards that sent Stanford into giggles.

“Gross Stanley!” He hit his arm and regarded the bottle before taking a tentative sip and almost spitting it out. Stanley covered his mouth.

“Swallow, Sixer.”

Ford swallowed with a shudder and let out a much smaller burp. Stanley grinned and nodded for him to keep going as the teen continued sipping his own beer. Stanford wasn’t going to back down from a challenge- he never did. So he drank. He finished the bottle about the same time that Stanley was half way through his second. He leaned back with a groan. His tummy hurt, but he didn’t feel drunk? At least, he didn’t think so?

“Hey kid, go grab those chips.” Stanley pointed to the bag of potato chips on the counter in the kitchen. “But finish this first.” He handed him the half full bottle of beer he had been working on. “Then we’ll be even.” He smirked, seeing the unsure look on Ford’s face. “Unless you’re chicken.”

Ford wrinkled his nose and tilted the bottle back, holding his breath to avoid tasting the sour liquid as it washed down his throat. He slammed the bottle down on the table, burped in his brother’s face, stood up determinedly, took one step towards the kitchen, and fell flat on his face with a groan.

Stanley burst out laughing and stood, stretching. “That was so easy. Alright, bed-“ his inebriated brain focused in on the lining of Ford’s underwear peeking out from his pajama pants. His cock jumped in his own sweats. He looked at the clock. He still had hours before their parents were home… and he and Ford had played before. It’s not like he hadn’t gotten a yes any other time he’d asked, why would this time be different. He picked the drunk kid up and tossed him on the couch.

Stanford grunted and blinked up at him. “Dizzy…”

“Shh.” He pulled the boy’s pants and underwear off, silent, and let Ford’s legs fall back onto the couch as he stared at the boy’s soft cock. He just… he needed this. He reached for another beer and took a drink of it before pushing it to his brother’s lips, making him take a drink despite Ford shaking his head. Stanley pushed Sixer back down onto the couch and pulled his cock out, stroking himself with a small groan before going down, taking Stanford’s entire package into his mouth and moving his tongue around, playing with his tiny cock and his fucking grape sized excuse for a sack. Ford let out a lewd noise, tangling small hands in his brother’s hair. “S-Stanleyyyy~” he crooned before his mouth fell open. He stared at the ceiling fan for what felt like a very long time as he focus’s on his brother’s warm mouth on his privates. He gasped- he was about to finish in his brother’s mouth when Stanley pulled off with a shimmery line of pre connecting his lips to Ford’s cock. He grabbed his brother’s legs and lifted them before spitting right onto his ass and shoving two finger into him. Ford yelped at the sudden penetration, wiggling clumsily in Stanley’s grasp but Stan had a big advantage on him in size and sobriety. “Easy buddy, I’m not gonna fuck you tonight, not really anyway. You get fingered and put to bed, that’s it.”

Ford let out an unintelligible whimpering slur of words at him that Stanley ignored as he felt around for Ford’s sweet spot. He found it quickly- he knew his way around- and didn’t let up on it, touching and feeling the boy’s prostate until Stanford came all over his own legs, blubbering and gasping. Stanley pulled his fingers out slowly and wiped them on the couch as he watched Ford catch his breath. “Are you ready for bed yet Sixer?”

Ford just closed his eyes and Stanley sighed in relief, curling around him in an apartment that was finally quiet.

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sag-dab-sar · 1 month ago

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Day 4 of Hellenic Polytheism

Are there any deities you don’t currently worship but want to learn about? by @wisdom-devotee

I have realized I know basically nothing about Poseidon. I don't have any inclination to worship him but I was shocked with how little I knew. I had no clue how connected to horses he was or how "old" he possibly is, nor his connections to Desponia or Peloponenese. [Disclaimer: I have not read all the sources]

Met Museum:

Poseidon, Herakles, and Hermes fishing. The immortals of Mount Olympos were not exclusively engaged in momentous feats. Here three of them are shown fishing, each perched on a rock. Poseidon holds his catch in one hand, his trident in the other; Herakles tries his luck with a rod; and Hermes gesticulates at the right." Terracotta lekythos (oil flask) ca. 515 BCE Greek, Attic. Met Museum — Link

Encyclopedia of Ancient History: Poseidon by Ioannis Mylonopoulos — Link

Theoi Project Poseidon — Link

Boeotian Black Figure. Bowl, Three-Handled. ca 5th Century BCE. The Gorgon Medusa lies dead, beheaded by the hero Perseus. On the left, the god Poseidon strides forward with a trident in one hand and a dolphin at his feet. One of the Gorgons rushes towards him with arms outstretched. She is crowned with a pair of serpents and wears two snakes tied as a girdle about the waist. Behind her, Medusa lies dead with blood squirting from the severed stump of her neck. The winged, horse Pegasus flies just above her, born in the gout of blood. — Link

The Indo-European Attribute of Poseidon as the Water God by Nobuo Komita — Link (Link to Google Scholar and PDF is a download)

Abstract: Generally Poseidon is regarded as the Greek sea god; however, besides his maritime attribute, he seems to have closely associated with fresh water. As the myth of Amymone indicates, Poseidon produced springs which formed the Lerna River; in addition, Amymone is concerned with water as the river and springs of her name imply. And as the myth of the Alban Lake suggests, Neptunus, the Roman equivalent of Poseidon, is also closely associated with fresh water. The etymology of Neptunus is interpreted as 'Nephew of Water'. The etymology of Poseidon also indicates that Poseidon seems to be concerned with warer; the *da-component of Poseidon is explained as proto-1-E 'fowing water'. In eastern and central Europe, major river names such as the Don, the Dnieper, the Doniester, and the Donau have the * da- component. These features imply that the etymology of Poseidon can be interpreted as 'Husband of Waters' indicating Poseidon as a fertility god, and similarly his seismic attribute is related with water (earth water'). The Indo-European sky god Zeus is also associated with water sending the rain to fertilize the earth, which indicates that Zeus and Poseidon share the same role as a fertility spirit. Originally Poseidon was the Indo-European water god associated with fertility, and Poseidon seems to have acquired his maritime aspect in Greece. However, his etymology and various features concerning water designate that Poseidon firmly retained his original Indo-European attribute. (sorry if this is wonky copy/paste was weird)

Pu-ro, pa-ki-ja-na/-ne, and the Sanctuary of Poseidon at Pylos By Barbara Montecchi — Link

From Article: the hypothesis is put forward that the temple of Poseidon (po-si-da-i-jo), which is linked to both pu-ro and pa-ki-ja-ne (PY Tn 316), should be identified with the central megaron of the Palace, the religious role of which is well known. Poseidon indeed appears as the most prominent god of the Pylos kingdom

Continuity From the Mycenaean Period in a Historical Boeotiam Cult of Poseidon (And Erinys) by Thomas Palaima — Link

From Article: ...in the full range of Mycenaean culture and its place within the Hellenic tradition, past and present. He has also been interested in detailing the archaeological evidence for what leading researchers call 'the horse of Poseidon', i.e., the terrible earthquake damage that might have contributed to the demise of Mycenaean palatial culture. I offer this exploration into continuity of an unusual cult of Poseidon in Boeotia from the Bronze Age into the classical period

Mythical and ritual landscapes of Poseidon Hippios in Arcadia by Julie Baleriaux — Link

Abstract: Poseidon has recently benefited from renewed scholarly attention, contributing to re-evaluate his role in ancient Greek imaginary. By opening the research previously limited to literary evidence to the archaeological and topographical evidence, new perspectives on “Poseidonian landscapes” have emerged. Arcadia, a land-locked region where Poseidon Hippios is celebrated with fervour, is here taken as a case study to try and go further in identifying the god’s realm of action. Areas with floods seem to be his preferred worship places, while in other areas he plays a crucial part in myths but is hardly worshipped alone. There also seems to be a connection between his patronage over freshwater and horses. Overall, natural observation seems to have been instrumental in choosing the location of his worship places.

From Polis to Borders: Demarcation of Social and Ritual Space in the Sanctuary of Poseidon at Kalaureia, Greece by Pakkanen Petra — Link

Abstract: This article focuses on three interrelated themes in the study of ancient Greek religion, looked at through the material evidence from the sanctuary of Poseidon at Kalaureia on the island of Poros, Greece. First, I look at the so-called polis model and its applicability to an interpretation of Kalaureian material related to the cultic life of the sanctuary from the point of view of the 'historiography' of Greek religion. I then discuss the historical context of the archaeological material, with particular emphasis on the topic of the sanctuary as a known place of asylum particularly during the Hellenistic period. Thirdly, I examine the archaeological material related to eating and dining and its potential connection to the demarcation between sacred and profane activities and between sacralised and profane space in the sanctuary, with special interpretative attention to the significance of border(s) and boundaries. Drawing attention to these issues may help us understand the dynamics and interplay between 'official' and 'private' aspects of ancient Greek religion, within both the tradition of the scholarship of ancient Greek religion and the so-called 'archaeology of cult'.

Further Insights on the Cult of Poseidon Helikonios in Helike (IV)* by Dora Katsonopoulou — Link , PDF

From Article:

The cult statue in Poseidon's temple probably showed the god seated, holding trident in one hand and dolphin (fish) in the other. This type of Poseidon enthroned is represented on coinage of a number of cities associated with his worship (Fig. 3a-c); more interestingly, a similar depiction of the god, even identified as Helikonios, is preserved on early 3rd century BC coins from Sinope, where he was strongly worshipped. On the reverse of these coins, Poseidon is shown seated on throne to left, holding dolphin in his right hand and leaning with his left hand on trident; on the countermark of the coin illustrated, a diademed radiant head of a god (Zeus or Poseidon) to the left is depicted (Fig. 3d).

Reflections on the gems depicting the contest of Athena and Poseidon by Hadrien Rambach — Link

From Article:

This article examines the depiction on engraved gems - with essential detours to marble sculpture and numismatics - of the "dispute of Athena and Poseidon", or rather the presentation of the gifts, with the gods facing each other. The most famous is a cameo in Naples (plate 1), [...] engraved gems, this large cameo measures over 50mm in height. Believed to date from the late 1st century BCE. [...] Part of the attraction - and mystery - of the cameo is the unexplained series of engravings in the exergue: two palm trees, two shells, two wheels (?), the IY monogram, and another, unidentified object (plate 2)

The Sanctuary of Poseidon at Onchestos from Onchestos Excavation Project — Link

From website: Sanctuary of Poseidon at Onchestos has left its mark in the literary works of the ancient Greek civilization as a longstanding religious and political hub in Boeotia. From the 1960s on, sporadic archaeological investigations at the site provided tantalizing glimpses at the extent of the sanctuary and its influence over the region.

Site A of Sanctuary

Louvre Museum:

Fragment. Poseidon (remains, standing, headband, chiton, himation, holding, trident); framing net. Late Corinthian 6th Century BCE ca. 550-525 BCE . — Link

Paywalled: Poseidon's Festival at the Winter Solstice by Noel Robertson — Link

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sillymickel · 4 months ago

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jsabtdfandtsoec · 8 months ago

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Which Project Arrhythmia boss is your favorite? :) (Totally not asking because I'm drawing a lot of PA bosses)

Hmmmmm, I don't have a lot, probably.

Black heart:

Jester

Nautilus

Aura

Solario

Mist

Anddd Medusa.

Lost evil:

Basically all of the bosses

Dark delirium:

Delirium

Oddball

Hysteria

Lumiere

Rhythmic World:

Pandex

Meotix

Crystal

PandeX(not to be confused with pandex, this is the evil within pandex)

Another world:

Dark hal

Sun

Gyntening.

I can't list more cause I got homework to do.

#im bored #lol #asks #send me asks #pa #project arrthymia

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sh0esuke · 1 year ago

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" I Won't Survive This "

𝗠𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗰𝗲̀𝗻𝗲 : Gojo Satoru

𝗥𝗲́𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲́ : Après dix-neuf jours écoulés, Gojo Satoru est enfin de retour. Cela n'attise pas seulement la joie de ses amis, mais aussi la colère de ses proches.

𝗔𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 : rien de bien méchant outre du spoil

ENG : PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORKS. If you want to translate it, ask me first then we can talk about it. If you want to find me on Wattpad or AO3, my accounts are in my bio, these are the ONLY ONES i have. FR : MERCI DE NE PAS VOLER MES OS. Si vous avez envie de les traduire, merci de me demander la permission avant. Si vous voulez me retrouver sur Wattpad ou AO3, j'ai des liens dans ma bio, ce sont mes SEULS comptes.

𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚜 : 𝟑,𝟓𝐤.

Commentaires, likes et reblogues super appréciés. Tout type de soutien l'est, merci beaucoup !! <33

Gojo Satoru, l'enfant prodige, était à présent le tout dernier espoir qu'avait dans le fond de sa manche l'humanité toute entière. Voilà deux jours qu'il avait été libéré de la Lisière du Supplice. Voilà deux jours qu'il avait déclaré la guerre à Kenjaku et au Roi des fléaux, Ryomen Sukuna. Le détenteur du Sixième Œil n'avait eu, depuis, pas un seul instant de répit, ça avait été une succession de mauvaises nouvelles, des épisodes dépressifs à en perdre la tête, et une pression toujours plus insupportable qui s'installait sur ses épaules. Et, malheureusement pour lui, ça n'était que le début.

« Shoko ! »

Une jeune femme avait fait son entrée dans le bâtiment, mains nues. Entre son bras et avant-bras, reposait un joli sac de cuir noir. La brune fit volte-face en direction de la nouvelle arrivée, elle extirpa la cigarette coincée entre ses lèvres et arqua un sourcil, Shoko la dévisagea longuement, ignorant même la présence de MeiMei à ses côtés.

« Ça alors, quelle surprise, je me demandais quand est-ce que tu allais enfin arriver. »

La médecin légiste serra sa cigarette entre son index et majeur, elle descendit en un clin d'œil les nombreuses marches de l'escalier afin de rejoindre la jeune femme.

« Tien donc... » murmura MeiMei, finement amusée.

« J'ai fait le déplacement pour me pointer jusqu'ici, c'est pas pour que tu me dises qu'il s'est barré. »

Shoko secoua la tête.

« Il est en haut. » répondit-elle.

Elle zieuta son dos un instant.

« Il est pas avec toi, le petit monstre ? »

La demoiselle roula des yeux. Elle aurait pourtant juré qu'il s'était accroché à sa main lorsqu'elle avait fait son entrée. Il avait bel et bien disparu. Elle ne le sentait ni dans sa main, ni contre sa jambe.

« Qu'est-ce que j'en sais ? » elle maugréa. « Il est comme son père, j'y peux rien. »

Shoko sourit.

« Si je le vois je te le ramènerai. »

« Merci, t'es un amour. Il doit pas être loin. »

La jeune femme laissa son petit sac tomber dans le creux de sa main pendant qu'elle s'approchait de l'immense escalier. De ses escarpins à plateforme Medusa Versace, elle dépassait Meimei ᅳd'ailleurs sans même la regarder, elle était bien trop occupée à dévisager le chemin dressé droit devant elle, furieusement pressée. Le bâtiment ne lui était pas spécialement familier, elle avait un peu de mal à se repérer. Mais la présence spirituelle de Gojo se faisait forte sur la gauche, ainsi, elle s'y dirigeait.

Et elle ne tarda pas à le retrouver.

« Espèce de sale enflure. »

La porte coulissante claqua derrière elle. L'enfant prodige bondit du canapé sur lequel il était assis, faisant immédiatement réagir la personne assise devant lui. Un répugnant homme dont les cheveux plaqués sur son crâne leur donnait un effet gras et une paire de lunettes sur son nez ridiculement carrée et épaisse.

Gojo fronça les sourcils.

« Ijichi, tu ferais mieux de nous laisser. »

Le blanchâtre se gratta ensuite la nuque. Il regarda son assistant et ami s'en aller, la queue entre les jambes, pendant que la jeune demoiselle qui avait fait son entrée, elle, avait croisé ses bras contre sa poitrine et avait commencé à le foudroyer du regard.

« Tu bouges, je te tue. »

Une fois la porte coulissante refermée ᅳne laissant que Satoru et la jeune femme dedans, le détenteur du Pouvoir de l'Infini reposa son regard sur sa bien-aimée. Gojo n'eut aucune difficulté à remarquer ses yeux rouges ᅳmalgré la couche de maquillage qui les entouraitᅳ et son nez irrité par lequel elle ne cessait de renifler. Néanmoins, elle était splendide. Gojo faisait presque tache à côté d'une femme aussi élégante et resplendissante. Elle portait à merveille son tailleur noir en satin, dont le bas de son pantalon pattes d'éléphant, fondait sur le sol en ventouses. Sa petite veste épousait à merveille ses courbes, son décolleté était révélé sous la forme d'un V plongeant et, au niveau de sa taille, un épais bout de tissu noir agissait en guise de ceinture. Gojo la trouva belle, à couper le souffle, comme tout ceux qui avaient croisé son chemin depuis ce matin. Il fut cependant le premier à remarquer l'éclat de tristesse dans son regard.

Car, après tout, il n'était pas son mari pour rien.

« Dix-neuf jours, Satoru. Tu te fous de moi ? »

La jeune femme envoya valser son sac à main au sol, elle marcha à vive allure dans sa direction, faisant voler les bords de son pantalon, ce qui dévoila ses splendides escarpins à plateforme Medusa Versace et ne s'arrêta qu'une fois nez à nez avec l'enfant prodige. Leur proximité aurait d�� lui faire effet, car Gojo, lui, sentait son cœur battre à la folie, cependant, elle était tellement révoltée, qu'elle fut incapable de perdre du temps à flirter.

« Regarde moi bien, espèce de sale fouteur de merde. »

Violemment, elle se saisit de sa mâchoire.

« Tu me le paieras. »

Satoru sourit.

« Heureux de te revoir, moi aussi, chérie. »

« Parce que tu crois que je suis ravie, là ? »

Grimaçant sous l'emprise qu'elle avait, Gojo eut l'audace d'hocher la tête.

« Imagine ma réaction quand j'ai appris que le cadavre de Suguru t'avait emprisonné dans la Lisière du Supplice. Imagine la réaction de ton fils quand j'ai dû lui dire que tu étais présumé mort ! »

Ses yeux palpitèrent de colère.

« Désolé, jeᅳ »

« 'Désolé' ? 'Désolé' ?! C'est tout ce que tu as à me dire ?! »

Gojo soupira. Il se mordit l'intérieur de la joue et fit une maigre tentative en passant son bras autour des hanches de la jeune femme, il guetta avec attention sa réaction, de peur de la faire péter une énième durite.

« Ils t'ont prévenu, au moins ? » demanda-t-il, avec inquiétude.

Sa femme souffla.

« C'est Shoko qui m'a envoyé un message. Elle m'a expliqué que ça c'était mal passé à Shibuya, apparemment personne ne voulait m'en parler. »

Gojo esquissa un sourire.

« Je me demande bien pourquoi... »

« Ferme-la, enflure. » le coupa-t-elle. « J'ai cru que j'allais mourir... Comment tu as pu te laisser faire comme ça ? Et Suguru, alors, je le pensais mort ! »

L'enfant prodige grimaça au nom de son ami d'enfance.

Gojo aurait bien aimé avoir une explication à donner, une explication qui aurait autant fait sens que du bien, malheureusement pour lui, ça n'était pas le cas. Il ne voulait pas faire empirer la situation. Kenjaku s'était emparé du cadavre de son meilleur ami, après qu'on lui ait refusé celui d'une jeune et fraîche demoiselle, c'était aussi simple que ça. Mais comment l'annoncer à sa femme ? Elle qui avait le cœur sur la main ne le supporterait pas. Suguru avait été proche d'elle durant son adolescence, il lui avait même été d'une grande aide le jour où elle s'était décidée à demander ᅳforcerᅳ Gojo à sortir avec elle. Depuis ce jour, elle était tombée en adoration pour lui.

Gojo se voyait mal dire la vérité.

Alors, il s'en alla choisir la facilité.

Il mentit.

Il mentit à sa femme, les yeux dans les yeux.

« Je le pensais aussi... »

Gojo apporta sa seconde main au poignet de son épouse, il la força ainsi à retirer sa main de son visage.

« Ne te tracasse pas avec ça, ce sera bientôt terminé. »

« Pourquoi, parce que tu vas te battre contre lui ? Je te l'interdis. »

L'enfant prodige arqua un sourcil.

« Regarde moi bien, Satoru, je ne te le dirais pas une seconde fois : je t'interdis de te battre contre Suguru et Megumi. »

L'expression surprise qui s'installait sur les traits de l'exorciste n'était rien comparé à celle vilaine sur celle de la jeune femme. Si le regard avait pu tuer, Gojo aurait déjà quitté ce monde depuis longtemps. Malgré ses prières, il sut qu'elle ne plaisantait pas.

« Qu'est-ce que tu racontes ? »

« C'est plutôt à moi de dire ça. Qu'est-ce que toi tu fiches, hein ?! »

Elle se détacha de lui et frappa son pectoraux de la pointe de son ongle acrylique. L'extrémité manqua de le poignarder, Gojo en grogna.

« Tu vas vraiment tuer une seconde fois ton meilleur ami, et exécuter ton fils ? La bonne blague ! »

Son visage se durcit.

« Tu as une autre solution ? »

« C'est pas à moi de gérer ça. Tu te démerdes pour les sauver, c'est tout. » articula-t-elle avec fermeté. « Satoru, je te préviens : plus personne ne mourra. Je ne te le pardonnerais jamais sinon. »

Gojo déglutit.

Elle avait beau hausser le ton et lui planter des dagues de ses yeux, il ne put s'empêcher de la trouver charmante. Le ton mielleux de sa voix, sa peau si douce, ses lèvres pulpeuses et brillantes, ses jolis cils couverts de mascaras et sa philosophie de vie, son grand cœur. Gojo en sentit son cerveau exploser, il s'éparpilla en mille morceaux dans son crâne, à présent incapable de l'aider à se décider entre amour et raison. Le simple fait de la voir battre des cils suffit à le convaincre. Gojo se sentit impuissant.

« Satoru, chéri. »

La demoiselle déposa sa main libre sur sa joue.

« Je t'en prie, ne fais pas de notre enfant le fils d'un meurtrier. Je ne le supporterais pas. »

« C'est pas comme si jamais le choix, ma belle. » marmonna-t-il pourtant. « Si je fais rien, Sukuna tuera tous les humains. Il ramènera l'espèce humaine à son époque, ils ne seront que du bétail. Je veux ce qu'il y a de mieux pour vous. Pour vous tous. »

« Et Megumi, alors ? »

Gojo glissa sa propre main libre sur sa joue. Mari et femme se caressèrent, une main sur la joue de l'autre et la seconde emprisonnée dans un nœud de doigts. Gojo refusa de la lâcher. Elle lui faisait mal au cœur, elle faisait revivre des conversations qu'il n'avait cessé d'avoir dans son esprit depuis son entrevue avec Sukuna. Mais elle était la voix de sa raison. Et peu importe qu'elle lui dise des choses déplaisantes, tant qu'il avait l'opportunité d'admirer ses beaux yeux, d'entendre sa voix de velours, il était le plus heureux des hommes. Il n'avait pas besoin de plus. Alors Gojo l'écouta avec grande concentration. Il lui dédia toute son attention, ignorant délibérément les choses et présences qui vagabondaient autour d'eux deux.

« Je sais pas. » avoua-t-il.

« Satoru, tu ne peux pas le tuer. »

La jeune femme inspira difficilement. Sa respiration tremblait.

« Ce n'est qu'un enfant.. Il n'a que quinze ans. »

Le détenteur du Sixième Œil pesta silencieusement.

« Tu penses que je le sais pas ? »

« Non, désolée, autant pour moi, c'est plutôt ta décision de vouloir l'exécuter qui me le laisse croire. » ironisa-t-elle.

« Je trouverai quelque chose. »

L'aveu de Gojo la prit de court.

« J'essaierai, je trouverai une solution pour le sauver. » il jura.

« Tu es sûr ? »

Elle roula des yeux en le voyant bomber le torse.

« Évidement. » sourit-il. « Je trouverai bien un truc, je l'expulserai de force, j'irai détruire ses doigts, peu importe. J'essaierai avant tout de sauver Megumi. »

« Tu me le promets ? »

Alors qu'elle avait raffermi la prise de sa main sur sa joue, Gojo, lui, s'était mis à caresser la sienne. Tandis qu'elle, le regarda avec panique, lui, l'eût contemplé avec tout l'amour du monde dans les yeux. Gojo lui mentait bien trop. C'était une mauvaise habitude dont il avait du mal à se débarrasser. Mais comment aurait-il pu lui dire la vérité, sachant que ça lui aurait brisé le cœur ? Gojo ne put s'y résoudre.

« Je te le promets, ma belle. »

Comme pour sceller ses paroles, il déposa un tendre baiser sur ses lèvres de velours.

L'enfant prodige l'embrassa délicatement, de peur de la briser, tandis qu'il la tint toujours plus fermement contre son torse. Son cœur pulsait dans sa cage thoracique. Il en avait les oreilles rouges. Gojo ne savait plus où se mettre. Son parfum intoxiquait ses poumons et il sentait une vague de papillons fourmilier dans son bas ventre. Quant à son épouse, elle jugea nécessaire de libérer sa seconde main pour attraper son visage en coupe, de manière à réponse plus amoureusement à son baiser. Elle le sentait partout. Partout autour d'elle. Gojo était dans le bas de son dos, il la maintenait en place, mais il était aussi sur sa joue, à forcer sa tête à rester stoïque et il était au fond d'elle, dans son cœur, dans son esprit, dans son estomac, et dans son âme. Gojo l'avait envahie. Même sa salive ne lui appartenait plus. Elle était sienne. Il était comme un virus. Un virus dont elle n'avait jamais ni recherché de remède, ni été guérie de.

L'instant où le détenteur du Sixième Œil se sépara d'elle, la demoiselle recula. Elle apporta son poing à son pauvre cœur et, presque immédiatement, elle entendit la porte de la pièce s'ouvrir. Des bruits de pas hâtés se mirent à frapper le parquet. Et tandis que son épouse ferma les yeux, ceux de Gojo s'illuminèrent.

« Papa ! »

Père et fils s'enlacèrent. Gojo s'était agenouillé pour accueillir son petit garçon droit dans ses bras, il l'avait étreinté, emprisonné contre lui.

« Comment tu vas, champion ? »

L'enfant prodige caressa le sommet de son crâne.

« Tu as pris soin de maman, j'espère ? »

Le garçon hocha grossièrement la tête. Il savait que son père l'avait senti, de même pour ses grosses larmes qui avaient commencé à tremper son t-shirt. Mais Satoru n'en avait que faire. Il était soulagé de voir son fils après avoir été séparé de sa famille l'espace d'une éternité.

« Mhh ! J'ai été fort, je l'ai protégée comme tu m'as appris ! »

Gojo et sa femme surent pertinemment qu'il mentait, leur fils n'était pas quelqu'un de courageux, il avait autant peur du noir que de la première bête venue. Mais ils savaient aussi qu'il faisait de son mieux, à leurs yeux, c'était amplement suffisant. Gojo était fier de son fils pour avoir essayé, pour vouloir le rendre fier de lui ᅳsigne qu'il l'estimaitᅳ tout en sachant pertinemment que sa femme était assez grande pour se défendre seule. Que même un descendant du clan Gojo n'aurait pas suffi à égaler ses talents d'exorciste.

« C'est bien, filston. » déclara Gojo. « Je suis fier de toi, t'es un grand garçon, maintenant. »

L'enfant prodige se recula de son fils. Il le détailla attentivement, désireux d'imprimer sa simple image dans son esprit. Gojo ignora sa femme qui s'en était allée récupérer son sac à main et jeter un coup d'œil à sa montre, il était trop occupé à embrasser le front de son garçon et à le serrer contre lui.

C'était fou à quel point un si petit être pouvait être aussi diabolique qu'attendrissant. Sa joue rebondissait contre le moindre geste et ses yeux brillaient, à s'y méprendre, comme les siens. Gojo parla avec son fils, il le réconforta et l'étouffa dans son étreinte un nombre incalculable de fois, tout ça sous le regard attentif de sa femme. Ce ne fut qu'une dizaine de minutes plus tard, alors qu'on venait d'enfoncer la porte et de crier, que Gojo se détacha de son fils.

« M'sieur Gojo ! M'sieur Gojo ! »

Accompagné d'autres élèves, Yuji Itadori, ancien réceptacle de Sukuna, avait fait son entrée dans le bureau.

« Y'a un petit garçon qui vous ressemble qui se balade dans les couloirs ! Vous nous aidez à le retrouᅳ Oh. Oh ! Il est là ! »

Gojo se redressa, étudiant les nouvelles têtes apparues dans la pièce. Kinji, Inumaki, Yuta, Panda et même Maki, tous se tenaient derrière Yuji Itadori ᅳqui pointait l'enfant du doigt, des étoiles dans les yeuxᅳ, mains sur les genoux, la poitrine, le visage, ils cherchaient leur souffle.

« Du calme. Vous cherchiez mon fils, c'est ça ? » demanda le blanchâtre.

Yuji hocha vigoureusement la tête.

« Il a retrouvé son chemin comme un grand. » les informa-t-il dans un petit sourire.

« Vous avez un fils ? » s'étonna Maki d'un ton dédaigneux.

« Ouch. »

Gojo plaqua sa main contre sa poitrine.

« Qu'est-ce que ça veut dire, ça ? »

Maki zieuta la troisième Gojo postée sur leur droite à tous. Elle la saluait d'un petit geste de la tête, ce qui, fatalement attira toute l'attention sur elle. Les garçons la dévisagèrent.

« M'dame. »

« Maki. »

« Vous êtes la femme de m'sieur Gojo ?! » s'exclama Yuji.

« Saumon. » intervint Inumaki.

Pendant ce temps, Panda s'était approché d'elle, l'épouse du détenteur du Pouvoir de l'Infini s'accroupissait, voyant la curieuse créature lui faire face. Son pantalon éléphant traînait loin au sol, camouflant ainsi ses splendides escarpins à plateforme Medusa Versace. Elle déposa ses poignets sur ses genoux et plissa les yeux. Une fois suffisamment proche, Panda sentit une de ses mains sur le sommet de son crâne le caresser. Il en soupira.

« Panda, t'étais au courant !? » s'écria Yuji.

« Je savais pour l'épouse, pas pour le fils. » intervint Maki.

« Regardez ! »

Fièrement, Gojo brandit son fils. Il le tint depuis ses aisselles, sous les yeux brillants de Inumaki, Yuji et Panda. Gojo le savait : un enfant, ça faisait toujours son effet. Et qu'il en était fier... La chair de sa chair, le produit de son amour avec la femme de ses rêves, devant ses élèves chéris. Son garçon se tenait calmement. Il admirait Yuji et l'étrange visage de Kinji, ainsi que l'affreuse cicatrice inscrite sur le visage de Maki ᅳce qui l'avait immédiatement fait gémirᅳ

« Fier descendant du clan Gojo, je vous présente mon fils ! Satoru junior ! »

La seconde suivante, sa femme l'avait frappé. Une énorme claque dans le dos de son crâne, et voilà qu'il arrêtait ses conneries.

« C'est ça ouais. Joue avec le feu, sombre fou. » maugréa-t-elle. « Non mais qu'est-ce que tu peux me les briser, sérieusement... »

Gojo rapporta brusquement son fils contre sa poitrine. Il regarda d'un œil boudeur sa bien-aimée se présenter, puis présenter leur enfant tandis que, de son côté, il avait pleuré dans les bras de son garçon, lui contant à quel point il souffrait et se sentait partir dans un monde meilleur. Sous le regard attendri de Maki, Panda et Inumaki, il s'était amusé à entendre son fils crier et frapper son torse. Gojo pouffa silencieusement. Son fils continua de l'appeler. Et, lorsque, soudain, il revint à la vie, rappelé par le pouvoir des liens familiaux, Gojo fut accueilli par le regard désapprobateur de sa femme. Elle tapait du pied au sol, les yeux plissés et ses bras de nouveau croisés sous sa poitrine.

« Repose-le au sol avant de le blesser. »

« Quoi ? Mais on s'amuse ! »

« T'as quel âge, sérieusement ? »

Elle roula des yeux l'instant même où elle eut fini de parler. Elle s'était avancée jusqu'à lui et, une fois leur petit garçon récupéré, elle s'en alla l'offrir à Yuji.

« Allez jouer avec lui, j'ai deux-trois trucs à régler avec Satoru. »

« Compris m'dame. On va bien s'en occuper je vous le promets ! »

Elle le foudroya brusquement du regard.

« Y'a intérêt. »

Yuji déglutit.

« Sinon tu peux dire adieu à demain. »

« Elle plaisante ! »

Gojo rit subitement, pressant ses mains sur les épaules de la jeune femme.

« Prenez bien soin de lui et amusez-vous, on se voit plus tard ! »

« Oh. »

Un peu trop hébété par son interaction avec la femme de son professeur, Yuji ne bougea plus. Fatalement, on lui vola le garçon. Inumaki l'avait attrapé et, aux côtés de Panda, suivit de loin ᅳprèsᅳ par Maki, il l'avait déposé sur son dos et avait couru hors de la pièce. Inumaki fit l'avion, les bras écartés, il fonça droit devant lui, accompagné par les plaintes de la Zenin et des exclamations de Panda.

Yuji resta là. Il ne bougeait plus.

« Eh ? »

« Tu devrais te dépêcher de les rejoindre. » sourit Gojo sur un ton étrangement doux. « Sinon mon fils va finir par les aimer plus que toi. »

« Hein !? Non ! »

La femme de l'exorciste roula des yeux. Elle observait Yuji et Kinji s'échapper de là dans des exclamations paniquées, tout deux furieux l'un contre l'autre pour avoir laissé les trois s'échapper. Au même moment, pile poil où la porte coulissante se referma, elle sentit la main de Satoru se glisser dans la sienne, son souffle chaud caressa sa nuque, ainsi que son décolleté, faisant s'emballer les battements de son cœur. Satoru se colla contre elle. Il l'enlaça avec force, soudainement submergé par un sentiment d'euphorie très puissant. Il déposa aussitôt un baiser sur sa joue. Et elle répondit dans un doux sourire en tournant sa tête dans sa direction. Gojo l'embrassa ensuite, elle en sourit.

« Tu le le paieras. »

Gojo huma contre ses lèvres.

« Plus jamais je te laisserai t'en aller. »

« C'est une idée qui me plaît. » il chuchota.

« Satoru, chéri. »

Au moment où il rouvrit les yeux, l'enfant prodige sentit sa femme faire volte-face, à la place de son dos, sa poitrine se colla à son torse. Immédiatement, ses mains trouvèrent leur place sur ses épaules. Elle inspira grandement. Sa tête lui faisait mal, elle en avait les larmes aux yeux. Ce fut si soudain, mais, en cet instant, elle songea au fait que, pour la troisième fois de sa vie, elle risquait de le perdre. Gojo était bel et bien là devant elle, mais qu'en adviendrait-il de ce fait dans les jours à venir ? Gojo Satoru, détenteur du Sixième Œil, du Pouvoir de l'Infini était imbattable. Mais il n'était pas immortel, il ne pouvait pas se régénérer comme le faisait le roi des fléaux Sukuna. Gojo se risquait à perdre bien plus que l'enflure d'en face, car il n'allait pas seulement combattre un démon, mais son propre fils, son ami.

« Gagne. »

Les yeux de Gojo s'écarquillèrent.

« Je t'en prie, reviens moi en vie. »

La demoiselle appuya sur ces propos en collant son front contre le sien, une larme invisible roulant le long de sa joue.

« Remporte ce combat, Satoru. Ne meurs pas. »

Son cœur se serra.

« Je n'y survivrai pas. »

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idril-la-wiccan · 2 years ago

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Mermay 2023 - 1ère semaine

Jour 1 - Auto Portrait

Je ne pense pas avoir besoin d'expliquer d'avantage, c'est exactement comme décrit. C'est moi-même en tant que sirène. Une sirène-pieuvre car j'ai une grande affinité pour les pieuvres.

Jour 2 - A l'Envers

A cause d'un autre thème un peu plus loin dans la liste, j'ai eu une association d'idées qui m'a mené à "Oooh ! Les cartes de Tarot !".

La carte du "Pendu" était parfaite pour ce thème puisque la carte dépeint généralement un homme suspendu tête en bas.

Jour 3 - Tordu // feat. Azul Ashengrotto ?

Celui-ci a été plus dur pour trouver une idée. J'ai immédiatement pensé à "Twisted Wonderland" et à peut-être dessiner Azul et/ou les frères Leech, mais je n'avais aucune idée concrète.

Puis, je me suis souvenu d'un vieux dessin que je n'avais jamais fini d'un overblot Azul sous une forme très, TRÈS, monstrueuse.

On peut donc dire que je l'ai tordu d'avantage comme ça. =)

Jour 4 - Star Wars // feat. les Slime Girls

Ça fait long temps que je n'ai pas revu Star Wars. Genre, j'étais encore une enfant quand j'ai vu les deux premières trilogies, et je n'ai jamais vu la nouvelle trilogie non plus.

Mais avoir des personnages en parler semblait être une idée assez drôle !

Marina est TRÈS enthousiaste à l'idée de regarder les films. Genre, vraiment ! DES GUERRES ! DANS L'ESPACE !!! Ça a l'air cool, non ?

Molly critique le concept des sabres laser car, c'est pas du tout comme ça que les lasers fonctionnent !

Et Medusa n'est juste pas sûre de savoir si elle va aimer...

Jour 5 - Cinco de Mayo

Je n'y connait pas grand chose sur l’Histoire du Mexique, et même après avoir fait quelques recherches sur le sujet, je n'ai pas trouvé d'inspiration.

Mais savez-vous ce qui m'a inspiré ? Les robes colorées que les danseuses Mexicaines portent durant les festivités ! J'ai donc fait une sirène inspiré par ça. Je dois dire que je suis fière du résultat !

Jour 6 - Champignon

Je trouvais juste que l'idée d'une sirène-champignon était amusante, c'est pas plus compliquée que ça, mdr.

Jour 7 - Fée Sirène // feat. Cookie Fée des Mers

Je suis désolée, mais elle correspond au thème, je ne pense pas que vous puissiez dire le contraire, si ? Elle n'a peut-être pas d'ailes, mais elle reste une fée. Une fée des mers, comme son nom l'indique.

De toute façon, je suis contente du résultat ! Je pense que ça doit être la première fois que je la dessine ? Ou en tout cas, la première fois que je fais un rendu digital et tout en couleur d'elle !

En fait, bizarrement, je ne pense pas avoir réalisé, avant d'avoir terminer ce dessin, d' à quel point elle est belle...

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kerlhau · 1 year ago

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[FR ] Pour mon anniversaire j'ai (enfin !!!!) eu l'album "Larmes de Héros" du groupe Sortilège ! Je l'avais offert à un ami plusieurs années auparavant, en me disant que je me prendrai le mien bientôt.

Maiiiiiis il n'y y avait pas eu depuis de nouveau tirage, donc grosse frustration ! Heureusement le mal est réparé ♥

La pochette est tellement incroyable que j'ai eu envie de faire un petit fanart dans ce style ! Mais avec la tête de Méduse.

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[ ENG ] For my birthday I (finally !!!!) had the album “Larmes de Héros” from the group Sortilège ! I had given it to a friend several years ago, telling myself that I would get my own soon. Buuuut there hasn't been a new draw since, so big big BIG frustration ! Fortunately the damage is repaired ♥

The cover is so incredible that I wanted to make a little fanart in this style ! But with the head of Medusa.

#draw #illustration #drawing #dessin #upthebaguette #wip #kerlhau #art #artists on tumblr #the french side of tumblr #larmes de héros #sortilège #french band #metal

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selkymaiden · 2 years ago

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🥛🥤🍅🥂🍞 for sophie and galina heh heh 😈💕💕💕

🤨 hehehe i see you!! Sorry for the late response but I like to sit and hatch things, or cook them for a while as I think of my hair-brained schemes <3 BUT THANK YOU!!!!!

Sophie first:

🥛 [MILK] What is your OC’s relationship with their biological parents like? What about their relationship with any non-biological parental figures?

Her parents are actually dead. They were murdered. That's why she ended up in G*tham, she literally was out for revenge for about uhhhhhhh. Fuck... I wanna say I killed her parents off when she was 8 and that was her driving force for revenge, which she got, at around her mid 20s I was making it. Sorry, she's still new so a lot of her story is still being made! But modern-day Sophie is in her late 30s and she's got her revenge by now. But she loved he parents and misses the time she had with them. Loved learning from them as they were well-accomplished magic users; but a lot of stuff has also been forgotten too, unfortunately. She can't remember how they look or sound anymore :/

🥤 [PARTY CUP] How does your OC feel about drama? Do they start any themselves?

OH! Okay, she actually likes to know the drama but wants NO part of it. She will go so far as to just simply stand up and walk out of the whole room, leaving the whole building if she has to. Which actually sucks for her because after she meets and starts working with [Acme truck drives past] she is suddenly part of the Batman Rogue gallery. Sort of. But either way, she likes knowing but that's it. This means she does not start anything. Or at least tries not to, because a lot of the other rogues are super fucking irritating she finds out. Also, they're like roaches they won't die and they just come back, or they act obsessive, just clinical insanity she finds out! But she'll be aight.

🍅 [TOMATO] How misunderstood is your OC? In-universe or IRL.

I don't think she's misunderstood at all. Or at least she does not play the victim to things she's done or has done, or will do. Also if someone wants to misunderstand her and her intentions then that's on them and she doesn't feel the need to correct people. Unless it's the few that she cares about. Otherwise, she's not like a nasty piece of work or had some great tragedy (at least she doesn't see losing her parents as a great tragedy at this point) befall on her to become misunderstood with how she acts. Aka turning people to stone. But those people deserve it. Most of the time.

🥂 [GLASS CHEERS] What is your OC’s 'aesthetic?’

Ohhhhhhhh, I mean I could go the easy route and say snakes. Which she does! But not just snakes. She likes history and Mythology a lot, aka the whole Medusa vibe she goes for, or her 'theme' in the city of G*tham. She's actually well-versed in the Greek pantheon as well as actual history. I like to think Maxie Zeus sort of has a crush on her. But snakes, mythology-greek centric, as well as eyes! I don't know how to explain eyes with her. But anything with eyes that are the focus like in art or films or photography she loves! Also when I tag her and the eyes are the main focus I'm like 'That's Sophie.' The petrifying magic, like Medusa, only works if you look into her eyes but she can do other fancy things with her eyes also!

🍞 [BREAD] Does your OC have any allergies? How severe are they? Do they require equipment to help them?

She does not have any allergies known! Or at least severe ones. Something mundane I've thrown in is she takes, you know, Claritin LMAO during Spring. She probably uses a nasal rinse every night before bed.

NOW GALINA'S DUMBASS (Affectionate)

🥛 [MILK] What is your OC’s relationship with their biological parents like? What about their relationship with any non-biological parental figures?

With her ma and pa it was a good relationship. Healthy in fact! But more leaning into with her father- as her father never got any sons so he picked Galina out of the three that makeup her and her sisters. So she was raised in business, finances, and hunting! While her sisters spent a lot of time with their mom. But Galina was more than happy to be with her father most of the time since she found it more interesting. She likes to learn first and foremost and he did a good job building her up to be confident in her skills when she gets older.

Now non-biological parental figures I can't say... Anyone really. Instead, I'd have to go back to biological parental figures because after her parents pass it's what she learns from her two sisters is what turns her into a little terror. That's when she learns how to finesse, how to talk to other nobility, and how to play mind games. All those things she learns from Marya and Zoya, her two older sisters, WHO learned from their mother. So it trickled back down to her in the end.

🥤 [PARTY CUP] How does your OC feel about drama? Do they start any themselves?

OH FUCK. Oh fuck... LOVES drama. And she will be the one who starts it! One of my favorite posts I've tagged her and I think the twins is this one [x] Literally the thought of Treavor inviting her to an outing without telling his brothers... Just so she shows up and ruins everything is so fucking good. And she'll be sooooo happy about it also. So loves the drama and lives for it.

🍅 [TOMATO] How misunderstood is your OC? In-universe or IRL.

This one was hard because I can see in Dunwall she'd be misunderstood as just another terrible noble. But a fallen one, so it's like 'ew' since nobility in Tyvia is like [russian revolution, goodbye romanovs] and that just reeks this person has problems and not just personal ones. But she's not the type to let it get to her, she has good armor and also money ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. So she could play the misunderstood card or be that terrible noble or barbaric foreigner if she wanted to. But she just doesn't find it fun or entertaining so I don't think she's really misunderstood or at least she doesn't see herself as it.

🥂 [GLASS CHEERS] What is your OC’s 'aesthetic?’

At her base: books, scrolls, art, hunting- any sort of activity that will work her brain that's outside the realm of social interactions. She likes to read and learn and talk about philosophy or gray morality subjects. But it's hard to get there with her. Instead on the outside it's fashion, gossip, theater, or ballet- Anything that looks expensive but finely crafted. She adores shoes and gloves and has a lot of matching pairs of them.

🍞 [BREAD] Does your OC have any allergies? How severe are they? Do they require equipment to help them?

She's actually sensitive to certain cleaners, so she'll break out in hives if something is laundered incorrectly or with harsh chemicals. As well as fragrances make her light-headed so a lot of perfumes she'll avoid. Which is unfortunate because she knows a lot of good smells but can't stand them very long.

#hellloooooooooooooo #HENLO and thank you!!!#thank you for letting me indulge in my little peons #oc. sophie #oc. galina

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akemitime · 2 years ago

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LWA POKEMON AU, I CHOOSE YOU!!/ ¡¡¡¡LWA POKÉMON AU YO TE ELIGO!!!!

You know the rules so do I, the explanation:/ Tú conoces las reglas y yo también, la explicación:

Gengar:I just KNOW she will had a Gengar they are meant for each other, here some lore while I was drawing: What if Sucy long before wanted to be a Pokémon trainer but she didn't receive any pokemon from the professor of the town and neither from her adoptive mother, so one day a women ask Sucy for some mushrooms that she can cook, Sucy goes on the little trip because she was going to get paid for it, when she handed the mushrooms to the woman's hand she was pleased and about to handle Sucy the money, but a loud crash surprised them, the woman immediately pissed started screaming why Gengar was out of his PokeBall and enters the house, leaving Sucy alone for a while and all of sudden the Gengar teleports behind her, trying not to laugh, the woman was about to scold him but Sucy ask if she doesn't want Gengar anymore for all the trouble he causes, the woman affirms he is a headache, Sucy then asked for his PokeBall, the woman relieved that Sucy decided trade some mushrooms for that pokemon she happily gives her Gengar's PokeBall. And then they journey staterd / Yo SÉ que Sucy tendría un Gengar, son tal para cuál, aquí un poco de lore mientras estaba dibujando: Que pasaría si Sucy desde hace tiempo quería ser una entrenadora pokémon pero no recibió ningún pokemon del profesor de la ciudad ni de su madre adoptiva, un día una mujer le pide a Sucy unos hongos que ella pueda cocinar, Sucy se lanza al pequeño viaje por qué le iban a pagar por ello, cuando regreso y le entrego los hongos a la mujer está estaba complacida y le iba a pagar hasta que un gran ruido las sorprendió , la mujer molesta inmediatamente empieza a gritas de por qué dejaron a Gengar fuera de su pokebola y entro a la casa, dejando a Sucy sola un momento hasta que de repente Gengar se teletransporta detrás de ella, conteniendo su risa, la mujer estaba por regañarlo pero Sucy le pregunta si ya no quiere a Gengar por todos los problemas que causa, ella afirma que él es un dolor de cabeza, entonces Sucy le pide su pokebola, la mujer aliviada de que Sucy quiso intercambiar unos hongos por ese Pokémon felizmente le entrego la Pokebola y así empezó su viaje

Foongus: Look at me and tell me why do you think Sucy captured it, besides this pokemon toxins can be used for healing so Sucy could create some healing potions and not go all the time to the pokemon center and spend money/ Mírame y dime por qué crees que Sucy lo capturó, además las toxinas de este Pokémon pueden ser usadas con fines medicinales así que sucy se ahorraría ir al centro pokémon a gastar plata

Seviper: Remember when Sucy wanted to go to the Arcturus forest to get a feather from a huge chicken with Medusa's powers?yeah?, well in here Such goes to the Arcturus forest ( somehow with Lotte and Akko) to look for a Seviper, because this pokemon is really popular among the venomous type trainers/ ¿Recuerdan cuando Sucy quería ir al bosque Arcturus para conseguir la pluma de un pollo gigante con poderes de Medusa? ¿Si?, Bueno aquí Sucy va al bosque Arcturus (de alguna manera con Lotte y Akko)para buscar un Seviper por qué este Pokémon es muy popular entre los entrenadores de tipo veneno

Morgrem: *Me deciding Sucy's team looking at morgrem*:Yeah, fits the vibe/*Decidiéndome a quien poner en el equipo de Sucy y veo a Morgrem*: Dele pa' dentro mi loco

Parraset: Sucy got it because she wanted to see how the leaving mushroom behaves and takes control of the body completely / Sucy lo capturó por qué quería ver cómo el hongo viviente se comportaba y terminaba con el control absoluto del cuerpo

Toxicitry:This pokemon is very popular among some people for it's "idgf" personality, the same thing happens with Sucy/ Este Pokémon es muy popular entre ciertos grupos por su personalidad "A mi no me importa", y lo mismo pasa con Sucy

All Sucy's pokemon likes to prank Akko and her pokemon while she laughs in the distance / Todos los Pokémon de Sucy disfrutan de hacerle bromas a Akko mientras ella se ríe desde lejos

#little witch academia #lwa #my art #akko kagari #pokemon #lwa fanart #lwa sucy #sucy manbavaran #I love this au #Imma do some doodles later #can be today or a month later

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inhumanmadman · 1 year ago

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[ I had one of those cinematic dreams again. Strap in. It's a wild ride.

So...Something was happening. It didn't make a whole lot of sense, but I will try my hand at explaining it. The sentinels were attacking the mutant nation of Genosha.

(Yes, I know. "But that doesn't exist anymore! Why would Maximus even be there?" It's not like my brain was obeying any version of canon, and Maximus wasn't there. Maximus will appear later. Give me a minute.)

Genosha crumpled like a paper bag under a tank. Everyone was wiped out, except one William Lehnsherr, my own alternate Billy Kaplan. He sat in stunned silence over the corpses of his beloved twin and grandfather, a sentinel looming overhead. Death was imminent. Until he had the typical Scarlet Witch moment. An epic scream. White light. Bodies around him gasped in the breath of life. Buildings reformed. And the sentinels evaporated into a fine sparkling dust. Billy then collapsed into unconsciousness. I don't blame him. Bringing people back to life has to be hard on a teenager.

Magneto jumped into action at that point, despite his shock. "Thomas, carry your brother inside. I have some calls to make."

The first call was to Namor, who was none the wiser about the slaughter. Magneto informed him, and Namor was not happy. I can only imagine what emotions that would have stirred in someone who had witnessed the actions of the Nazis. When asked if he would shelter some of the Genoshan population, he agreed, but only so many. His kingdom didn't have the oxygen to spare too many sets of lungs. Magneto agreed.

He then contacted Attilan. Medusa claimed to have seen the slaughter. (I...don't know how. We'll assume Magneto was having it broadcasted so the planet could see how mutants were being slaughtered like pests. You know, to gain sympathizers.) She was happy to hear they had all somehow survived. Attilan agreed to take the remaining Genoshan population.

Magneto ordered Tommy to take Billy with the group to Atlantis because, "There is no king more dangerous than Namor when his people are under siege. Make certain our people are in the heart of Atlantis, and he will protect them."

(That didn't make a lot of sense. Tommy is useless inside a submarine, while Magneto is perfectly able to use his powers inside of a submarine. He basically sent his grandchildren down in a sealed prison while giant robots were after them. Meanwhile, he was off to, what, cower behind Black Bolt?)

Genosha had a teleporter type...thing. The people just walked through to Attilan, which welcomed them with blankets, water, and food. Black Bolt greeted Magneto with a nod, before they both ascended to the highest flat point of the city, where they waited. While waiting, Magneto contacted Tommy.

"We're fine. I should be there, though. Billy is out cold. I feel like I'm babysitting him," he griped. He was told he had to be his brother's protector, before a rush of water spun the submarine around. There were no windows, only monitors, so Tommy looked up at the monitors to see Namor taking no chances. He saw a sentinel hot on the submarine's tail, so he was crushing it between his hands like an empty can of soda. After the chaos, Tommy responded to his grandfather's worried calls. "Yeah, we're fine. I have a fear boner now, though. Namor is intense."

There was a loud laugh on Magneto's side; Maximus had joined the two of them, along with Medusa and Crystal. "The others wanted to hear what was happening..."

"Shit--I mean--Sorry!" Tommy stammered.

Medusa sighed. "You're allowed one social faux pas after almost dying."

"Thank you, Medusa...ma'am...Uh, Queen Medusa I mean."

That was when Iron Man arrived. Underwater. Not his best decision, but he seemed to care about the boys. "How are you boys holding up?" he asked, hacked into their comms. He was greeted by the other voices, then apologized for being late. "Too late...I'm sorry. I saw everything from my satellite." His sorrowful words were interrupted by another sentinel attack, which they were warned about by SHIELD.

"Heads up, boys. We got another one coming in hot towards Atlantis." It was Samuel L. Jackson Fury in his own underwater craft following behind said sentinel.

Iron Man, Antonio (which makes two 1610 characters for some reason), was nigh useless, but he was distracting enough to enable Namor to do what he had to do.

When Fury's craft arrived on scene, a comm was ejected out of it to Namor, who clipped it to his ear. "Better late to the party than absent. We're tracking the trajectories of the robots. Does anyone have any info on them?"

"They are not built for this depth. I hear them creaking under the pressure," Namor told them.

Fury hummed. "Makes sense. They're only targeting mutants, and you're the only mutant who lives this far underwater. It doesn't make sense to prepare them all to kill just one mutant." Commotion on the line signaled a sentinel attack in Attilan. Then, a sound made anyone listening either cover their ears or pull the device away from their head. Black Bolt's voice. When it calmed down, Fury asked, "Is everything alright over there? I have some agents en route."

"All is well," Magneto told him, a little breathless. He hadn't fought, but Black Bolt's voice could be staggering. Behind him, Maximus was leaning over the edge of the building to see where the pieces of the sentinel had landed. Crystal had to pull him back by his coat so he wouldn't tumble over.

Some more commotion erupted over the comms, screams, then nothing. Fury cursed. "Well, I guess that plan didn't pan out...Keep an eye out for an incoming agent-killer. I'll send another team over if they come up with another plan."

Black Bolt positioned himself for another scream, but, just as he was about to unleash his power, Maximus placed a device in front of his mouth, which narrowed his attack area. It focused the damage into the chest of the sentinel. The head and body were separated, the head landing on the roof they were standing on. Maximus wiggled his fingers. "Oh, goodie~."

Namor sneered. "Is that Maximus?"

Magneto sighed. "I'm afraid so."

"Let him have his fun, as long as it helps," Antonio interjected.

Namor simply shook his head. His mood turned hostile, though, when he heard the approach of another sentinel. But, then, there was something else. Seeing a red glow, he was poised to attack when--

Antonio called out, "Wait wait! Stand down! It's dangerous, but it's not a robot. Everyone make way for Mama Bear. She needs through to her cubs."

Wanda moved through the water in an orb of magic before teleporting into the submarine. There, she sat by Tommy, who was cradling Billy's upper body, and touched both of their cheeks. She ensured the two of them were alright, before she finally asked how they were alive. She'd felt the emptiness of losing them. Tommy explained that Billy tapped into the Life Force, something he only seemed to be able to do when he needed...well, the force of life. Wanda sighed, both relieved and worried about her unconscious son.

There was a long stretched of time after the last attack, but everyone remained vigilant. Tommy was frustrated by his inability to help. "It feels like I'm gonna explode if I don't do something!"

"That's the adrenaline, Thomas. Embrace it. You don't want to be without it when you need it." The wise words of his far calmer grandfather.

Finally, Maximus broke the tense quiet. "I've got it! Take a listen!" On the line, there was a faint beeping, barely discernible from the static of wind to the average person.

Antonio smiled. "Oh yeah, baby, talk binary to me. Namor, if I die, tell Steve I died with a new man crush."

Maximus only laughed. Namor rolled his eyes.

Medusa asked what everyone was thinking. "What is it?"

Antonio told her, "Incoming instructions. Manual. Friday, are you getting this?"

"Every instruction," the computer confirmed.

"And that means--?" Tommy asked.

"It means someone is directing them to one of us as we speak. Whenever the sentinel arrives, we can follow the instructions in reverse back to their origin," Maximus explained.

"How did you tap into them? I've been trying to find their feed since I got here." Antonio was clearly impressed.

"I have one of their heads."

"Are you elbow deep in it right now?"

"Wrist deep at the moment."

"Dig deeper. Give me all the dirty details." He was definitely flirting. (This is not a ship I usually ship, so I have no idea where it came from.)

"Stark, we talked about you inviting crazy into your bed. He's not just certifiably insane, he's certified," Fury warned him.

"And no one wants to hear nerd flirting."

Namor smirked at Tommy's comment. Teenagers were amusing sometimes, even to the king of Atlantis.

Time ticked by, everyone listening to each beep and holding their breath. Which one of them was going to be attacked?

Just as a sentinel came into view, it exploded, leaving a cloud of smoke and a badass backdrop for a craft and some flying backup on the horizon. Landing on the rooftop in Attilan, the mutants of Krakoa (Look, I don't know. I--There's two mutant factions in this world, I guess.) surrounded Magneto. Charles embraced him. "I came as soon as I heard. I'm sorry I'm so late, my friend..."

"I'm just glad to see you're unhurt," Erik told him.

They discussed their plans of action, settling on following the signal back to their origin with a team fit for destroying a small army of sentinels. Medusa and Namor both protested. What if it was a trap? They'd be down some of their key fighters. "If it isn't a trap, we can't risk throwing away what could be our only opportunity to destroy them," Charles explained.

So a team consisting of many mutants, including Charles Xavier, Magneto, Wolverine, Quicksilver, and Wanda (not currently the Scarlet Witch for whatever reason) flew in the Krakoan craft to the location of where the sentinels were coming from. There was an anxiety-inducing battle, where many close calls were had. Magneto slapped a device onto one of the sentinels at one point, and it began to attack the other sentinels. He exclaimed what was happening like a 60's comic. "I placed the device on the robot, and, now, it's acting as our ally!"

Maximus cackled over the comms. "Its programming was overridden by my own!"

Iron Man arrived on scene. He couldn't miss out on the epic climax. "Oooh, you and I have got to get together sometime."

"You can duplicate it easily, Stark. It's universal~."

Stark groaned as he copied the device's code and relayed it to the other sentinels. At that point, the mutants barely had to fight. The fight was won. When they found the person responsible for it all, he was dead by his own hand. Antonio didn't care, though. He tapped into his console. "I'm in."

"Are you?" Maximus teased.

"I'm in, and I have every dirty detail. Wanna hear it?" Antonio teased back.

"Tell me."

"They copy mutant powers."

Maximus gasped. "Impossible. Tell me more~."

"By [insert my brain's nonsense here]."

"Through what?"

"[Again, of course I wouldn't have an actual answer for it.]."

Maximus literally moaned, which Medusa scolded him for. "Genius. I utilized [blank] to counter the Fantastic Four, but that, that wasn't nearly as creative."

Antonio was smirking inside his suit. "I guess he was kinkier than you."

"I wish I'd met him."

"Well, maybe I should keep some of these details to myself, and you can hear them over...dinner on Friday?"

"Stark, no!" Fury yelled over the communicator. Stark cut him out.

"Stealing a man's techniques for a date. Shameless, Stark. Time and place?"

"Maximus, absolutely not!" Medusa interjected, but she was simply ignored.

"My California mansion. 1800 Pacific."

"I will be there. Whether my family approves or not."

Now, there was more. It involved kinky sex that left bruises on Maximus, the death of Antonio Stark, and a clash between SHIELD, the Avengers, and the Inhumans, but I'm now too tired to type it out. :|

Fin. ]

#i can ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ the minds of lesser men. ‖ ooc

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laquimeradegupta · 2 years ago

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LA FORÇA DE L'EVOLUCIÓ: QUÈ ENS DIUEN ELS METAZOUS MÉS ANTICS

¿Pot existir una medusa més forta que la base una muixeranga?, ¿és tan diferent un mamífer d'un corall o d'un pòlip?, ¿que coi es un ctenòfor?

Hi ha un assumpte en la biologia de l’evolució que du a la picota molts anys, produint debats acalorats i excavant trinxeres a ambdues bandes del debat. Pot ser aquesta descripció siga un poc exagerada, però allò què no es exagerat és dir que molta gent es decebrà en saber què aquest debat no va de l’evolució humana, de si som cooperatius o competitius per naturalesa o de si la guerra es consubstancial a l’esser humà. No. Aquest tema que du tant de temps pegant voltes als escrits acadèmics és l’aparició en l’evolució del múscul típic dels vertebrats, anomenat també múscul estriat, i la importància cabdal que tenen les meduses i els ctenòfors per a informar aquest debat.

Segur que esteu decebuts, veritat? Però vos convide a quedar-vos en aquest text per a descobrir que, moltes voltes, allò que pareix més simple i que és troba oblidat pot mostrar-nos molts mecanismes, en aquest cas, de la ciència.

Una de les primeres coses que podem aprendre estudiant l’origen del múscul esquelètic és que, per a comprendre com es desenvolupa un embrió d’animal em de conèixer la principal divisió que existix dintre del mon dels metazous. Existixen embrions amb només dos fulles embrionàries, que tècnicament s’anomenen ectoderma i endoderma, i que donaran lloc a estructures relacionades amb el tegument extern i al tub digestiu respectivament (açò, resumint-hi molt). I, d’altra banda, existixen embrions amb una tercera fulla embrionària, la mesoderma, que donarà lloc fonamentalment al múscul esquelètic i a l’esquelet. Evolutivament, la mesoderma prové de l’ectoderma.

Be, ja hem fet una primera distinció. Aprofundim un poc. Tradicionalment, s’ha considerar als animals «triblàstics» (que tenen les tres fulles embrionàries) com a «més evolucionats» per comptar amb aquesta «innovació evolutiva» de la mesoderma. Certament, posseir una tipologia cel·lular diversa permet l’especialització i, per tant, un objectiu increment de la complexitat tissular dins de l’organisme però com intel·ligentment assenyalava Stephen Jay Gould a Full House (1996), l’increment en la complexitat tissular d’una petita part dels metazous (i no diguem ja si considerem a tota la biota del planeta) no vol dir, I) que hi haja una tendència evolutiva cap a la complexitat i, II) una medusa i un esser humà estan exactament igual d’adaptats a aquest planeta terra; cadascú al seu nínxol ecològic (1).

Una altra derivada es que els organismes amb una major especialització cel·lular han «triat evolutivament». Han «escollit» cossos peribles front a la teòrica immortalitat de molts organismes unicel·lulars o organismes embriològicament més senzills, com els «diblàstics» (amb només dos fulles embriològiques). Fixem-nos, per exemple, en el cas del gènere d’hidrozous Hydra, uns cnidaris capaços de viure eternament entre altres coses, gràcies a que pràcticament cada cèl·lula del seu cos pot regenerar el seu cos (respectant sempre la dicotomia endoderma/ectoderma). En canvi, els organismes triblàstics amb més tipus cel·lulars hem tingut que conviure amb una especie de «tendència a la reversió» de l’especialització, que es descontrola, ens posa malalts i acaba amb tot el conjunt de l’organisme, i que es fa molt més probable amb el pas dels anys: el càncer.

CNIDARIS

Però anem per feina. Partim del següent fet biològic demostrat per anys i anys d’investigació embriològica: la tercera fulla embrionària, o mesoderma, dona origen al múscul esquelètic (per exemple, podeu consultar el clàssic de la biologia del desenvolupament de Scott F. Gilbert (2) on és recullen innumerables proves ja clàssiques d’aquest fet). En biologia les innovacions evolutives amb origen comú ens servixen per a classificar els organismes, tenint-los tots «guardats» al mateix calaix baix la premissa de l’origen comú (d’açò se'n diu cladisme. Hi han altres formes de classificar). Aquesta innovació es tan basal que, de fet, separa els porífers (esponges) i cnidaris (meduses, coralls, pòlips i hidrozous), que son diablàstics, de la resta d’animals, considerats triblàstics. Be, açò és el que sempre es conta a les classes de batxillerat i als cursos «bàsics» de zoologia i biologia del desenvolupament als graus de ciències biològiques.

Hi ha una màxima a la biologia. Res és categòric i absolut. Les dicotomies, categories, classificacions i conceptes que en tenim son el resultat d’una abstracció. Açò es cert per a qualsevol ciència, però en biologia tendim massa a convertir les categories en realitat científiques. Vos pose un exemple. Una qüestió tan complexa des del punt de vista biològic, com el sexe, està sent simplificat per molta gent de dins i fora de la biologia per tal de recolzar posicionaments polítics. Ha passat històricament també amb la mida del cervell, amb la suposada heretabilitat de la intel·ligència i, per tant, la justificació de programes discriminatoris cap a la gent de classe treballadora. I ha passat això mateix amb la categorització de les ètnies com a races: primer s’intenta categoritzar a la gent d’una determinada ètnia per les seues característiques físiques i, després, s'intenta correlacionar-les amb qüestions relatives a l'herència.

Veieu? La màxima a la biologia es que res és absolut. Si vos examineu a biologia i vos pregunten «les porífers sempre...» o «la fotosíntesis sempre...», recordeu: sempre és fals. La paraula sempre o mai, a biologia, no existix.

Per tant, continuem. És aquesta divisió entre diablàstics i triblàstics tan categòrica? Sempre el músculs esquelètic el trobarem als animals triblàstics com els mamífers, les estreles de mar o els insectes i només trobarem múscul llis als porífers, cnidaris i ctenòfors? Ara ja sabeu que contestar.

Katja Seipel i Volker Schmid de l’institut de zoologia del biocenter de Basilea (Suïssa) al 2005 varen fer un recull del que és sabia aleshores sobre aquest assumpte i resulta que bona part dels ctenòfors, meduses i pòlips hi ha, o be primordis evolutius de la musculatura estriada o be musculatura estriada verdadera (3). La larva dels cnidaris, anomenada «larva plànula» per motius morfològics evidents, expressa durant el seu desenvolupament cap a la fase adulta reproductiva (meduses o pòlips, segons la espècie de cnidari de la que parlem) proteïnes que son homòlogues a les proteïnes que regulen el desenvolupament embrionari del múscul estriat en els animals triblàstics.

Figura 1: Tall transversal d'una medusa tipus leptotecada típica (A) . A1 i A2 representen la distribució possible en d'aquesta musculatura en meduses que de tipus dispersiu o de tipus reproductiu. També tenim un tall tissular sota la microscòpia de fluorescència on s'ha tractat el teixit amb fal·loïdina, que s'unix específicament als filaments d'actina. Veiem com el múscul esquelètic presenta l'estructura típica organitzada en bandes d'aquests filaments, mentre el múscul llis travessat perpendicularment aquesta trama organitzada. La resta de indicacions son relatives a la morfologia de les meduses. Seipel & Schmid (2005).

Moltes espècies de meduses contenen anells de musculatura esquelètica perfectament distribuïts radialment que permeten la navegació «voluntària» de la medusa (Figura 1). Recordem que el múscul esquelètic respon als impulsos nerviosos del sistema nerviós de la medusa, mentre que el múscul llis, que està disposat arran tot el tegument que recobris interiorment l'ombrel·la de les meduses, es contrau autònomament en resposta a un canvi de potencial de membrana. Així pareix que altre mite de les meduses queda abolit: no totes les meduses tenen un desplaçament completament depenen de les corrents marines, algunes poden decidir deixar de contraure l'ombrel·la, o contreure-la més apresa, per tal de regular la seua posició en la columna d’aigua i per tal de desplaçar-se (encara que siga amb moltes limitacions).

A més, els autors ens recorden que una estructura derivada de la endoderma, l’anomenat entocodon, és l’estructura específica de la qual es desenvolupa aquest múscul estriat a les meduses. Allí també té lloc l’expressió de proteïnes homòlogues a aquelles que regulen el desenvolupament embrionari del múscul estriat en animals triblàstics.

Però no acaben ací les proves de l’evolució biològic que emmagatzemen els cnidaris. Una revisió recent de la literatura científica sobre les principals tendències evolutives dins dels metazous feta per V. V. Malakhova i M. M. Gantsevich de la Universitat de Moscou (Rússia) assenyala que els cnidaris son, de fet, animals bilaterals encara que tinguen aparentment una simetria radial (4). Penseu en una meduseta típica del Mediterrani. Es obvi que morfològicament és un disc i, si prestem més atenció a la seua morfologia, veurem que presenta normalment 4 cavitats gastrovasculars (una especie «d'estómac»), 4 gònades, etc. Però segons aquests autors açò seria una simetria radia que es diu «secundaria». És a dir, seria adaptativa, sent-hi el seu origen una simetria bilateral que sí en té la larva plànula de la que ja hem parlat.

Així doncs tenim que els cnidaris presenten dues característiques que anticipen ja als triblàstics: una capa de cèl·lules embrionàries que s’especialitza en la mobilitat i que acaba donant lloc a múscul esquelètic i una simetria bilateral embrionària que, en els triblàstics, és també present a l’adult.

CTENÓFORS I ESPONGES

Acaba ací la cosa? Doncs, evidentment no. Açò és biologia i qualsevol tema és complica fins a l’infinit. Els ctenòfors son també animals diablàstics caracteritzats per un tipus particular de cèl·lula capaç de produir substancies apegaloses útils per a capturar preses: els coloblasts. Els cnidaris també tenen el seu tipus cel·lular característic, els cnidòcits, que molts hem patit quan ens hem banyat a la mar Mediterrània. A més, alguns ctenòfors son aparentment similars a les meduses (açò ha donat lloc a que, en el passat se'ls classificara junts) mentre que, d’altres, son més similars a cucs poliquets (emparentats amb els cucs de terra) anomenades sovint «formes reptants» pel seu estil de vida bentònic.

Figura 2: Model hipotetic d'evolució dels animals proposat per Seipel & Schmid (2005). Els colors representen diferents capes embrionaries, marcant-se en roig la musculatura estriada i en verd la musculatura llisa. El blau representa el digestiu, mentre que el taronja mostraria el teixit gonadal.

Doncs be, els ctenòfors també tenen musculatura esquelètica (figura 2). La principal hipòtesis, aleshores, que podria explicar que tots aquests organismes diploblàstics tinguen un tipus tissular considerat, de forma clàssica, com a un tipus tissular propi dels animals triblàstics , és que la maquinaria genètica hi es disponible a l’ancestre comú de tots els animals i que les condicions de vida pareixen estimular en ambdós grups, l’evolució del teixit muscular estriat. Aquesta evolució en paral·lel, com a resposta a pressió evolutives similars, però no iguals, i en temps evolutius diferents, s’anomena analogia evolutiva. Mentre que la possessió comú de la maquinaria genètica que servix de base per a que el desenvolupament embrionari puga donar lloc a aquesta musculatura s’anomena homologia evolutiva. Pareix ser que el múscul esquelètic de diploblàstics i triblàstics té un origen evolutiu diferent (és una analogia) mentre que la maquinaria genètica es fonamentalment la mateixa (homologia).

Aquest potencial no ha estat utilitzat per els porífers (esponges) ja que no tenen cap tipus de teixit muscular pròpiament dit i no més, algunes espècies, tenen alguns tipus cel·lulars que poden ser contràctils.

REFERÈNCIES

Gould, S. J. (1996). Full house. Harvard University Press. Ed. 2011.

Gilbert, S. F. (2005). Biología del desarrollo. Ed. Médica Panamericana.

Seipel, K., & Schmid, V. (2005). Evolution of striated muscle: jellyfish and the origin of triploblasty. Developmental biology, 282(1), 14-26.

Malakhov, V. V., & Gantsevich, M. M. (2022). The Origin and Main Trends in the Evolution of Bilaterally Symmetrical Animals. Paleontological Journal, 56(8), 887-937.

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