#pink color skin in case of poisoning from

[darksilvania]

LICKITISPLIT (Poison/Dark)

I saw a post on Twitter by the fakemon creatorn Pen Paladin doing their own version of bonded pokemon once PECHARUNT was officialy released and I wanted to make one too. This one was a case where the name came to me before the designt itself, but in the end it just made sense.

The bonded pokemon iself was a LICKITUNG who became a retainer in order to gain power over others. Its design has elements of both LICKITUNG and LICKILICKY

For its shiny colors at first I wanted to use the original Lickitung/Lickilicky shiny color (yellow) but since the only color that changes on this shinies is the black, it didn't contrast enough with the pinks and beiges, so I went with electric blue.

Its overall design is based on Banchō delinquents from japan, with its hair turned into a pompadour and its dark skin resembling the uniforms and black atires they wear,

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Carbon Monoxide Poisoning

Carbon monoxide (CO) poisoning - occurs when carbon monoxide gas is inhaled.

CO - a colorless, odorless, highly poisonous gas.

Produced by incomplete combustion.

Interferes with the ability of the blood to carry oxygen.

Found in: automobile exhaust fumes, faulty stoves and heating systems, fires, and cigarette smoke.

Other sources: woodburning stoves, kerosene heaters, improperly ventilated water heaters and gas stoves, and blocked or poorly maintained chimney flues.

The result is headache, nausea, convulsions, and finally death by asphyxiation.

Symptoms

The symptoms of CO poisoning in order of increasing severity include:

headache

shortness of breath

dizziness

fatigue

mental confusion and difficulty thinking

loss of fine hand-eye coordination

nausea and vomiting

rapid heart rate

hallucinations

inability to execute voluntary movements accurately

collapse

lowered body temperature (hypothermia)

coma

convulsions

seriously low blood pressure

cardiac and respiratory failure

death

In some cases, the skin, mucous membranes, and nails of a person with CO poisoning are cherry red or bright pink. Because the color change doesn’t always occur, it is an unreliable symptom to rely on for diagnosis.

Although most CO poisoning is acute, or sudden, it is possible to suffer from chronic CO poisoning. This condition exists when a person is exposed to low levels of the gas over a period of days to months.

Symptoms are often vague and include (in order of frequency) fatigue, headache, dizziness, sleep disturbances, cardiac symptoms, apathy, nausea, and memory disturbances.

Little is known about chronic CO poisoning, and it is often misdiagnosed.

Treatment

Immediate treatment: Remove the victim from the source of carbon monoxide gas and get him or her into fresh air.

If the victim is not breathing and has no pulse, cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) should be started.

Depending on the severity of the poisoning, 100% oxygen may be given with a tight fitting mask as soon as it is available.

Taken with other symptoms of CO poisoning, COHb levels of over 25% in healthy individuals, over 15% in patients with a history of heart or lung disease, and over 10% in pregnant women usually indicate the need for hospitalization.

In the hospital, fluids and electrolytes are given to correct any imbalances that have arisen from the breakdown of cellular metabolism.

In severe cases of CO poisoning, patients are given hyperbaric oxygen therapy. This treatment involves placing the patient in a chamber breathing 100% oxygen at a pressure of more than one atmosphere (the normal pressure the atmosphere exerts at sea level). The increased pressure forces more oxygen into the blood.

Prevention

Carbon monoxide poisoning is preventable.

Particular care should be paid to situations where fuel is burned in a confined area. Portable and permanently installed carbon monoxide detectors that sound a warning similar to smoke detectors are available for less than $50.

Specific actions that will prevent CO poisoning include:

Stopping smoking. Smokers have less tolerance to environmental CO.

Having heating systems and appliances installed by a qualified contractor to assure that they are properly vented and meet local building codes

Inspecting and properly maintaining heating systems, chimneys, and appliances

Not using a gas oven or stove to heat the home

Not burning charcoal indoors

Making sure there is good ventilation if using a kerosene heater indoors

Not leaving cars or trucks running inside the garage

Keeping car windows rolled up when stuck in heavy traffic, especially if inside a tunnel.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References ⚜ Poison ⚜ Fictional Poisons

[midnghtprentiss]

dating emily prentiss - headcons

pairing: ssa emily prentiss x pediatrician!femreader

warnings: fluff content, sugestive smut, cm horrors (children abuse), emily being a softie

no descriptions of hair, skin color, body shape

i'm thinking about making this idea a series. what you guys think?

You meet Emily for the first time because of Hotch. She drove him and Jack to your office in the middle of the night 'cause the poor child had a bad fever. She wasn't expecting to find you. Pink scrub with flowers and bees all over it, white shoes and a funny tiara in your hair. 

"Dr. Y/L/N. This is my coworker Emily, she drove us here." You nod, taking a quick glance at her. 

"Nice to meet you, Emily. Shall we go Jack?" 

That was the first time she was hypnotized by a woman like you. How you treated Hotch and especially Jack. She wouldn't mind spending hours watching you work. 

The second time she saw you was during a case. They were rescuing abused children and the pediatrician the BAU chose was you. Reid, Morgan and Emily stayed at the clinic while you did your best to save those children.

"Excuse me. My team stabilized four of the seven children, they're severely dehydrated and malnourished. With the right work and care everything will be alright." You lead them to the rooms. "If you're going to make them talk, be gentle and calm. No loud voices and movements. Remember, these children just experienced a lifetime trauma. If you need me I'll be in the other room."

"Yes ma'am." Emily answered quickly and received a smirk from Morgan. 

"Ask her out, Prentiss, don't be so shy." 

"That's inappropriate Derek, we are working." 

She asked you out after the case was over. She stopped by at your work to thank you for your help and asked if you wanted to have a coffee next time you're free.

You learned that Emily was addicted to coffee, that she loves fudge brownies and most of her clothes have cat hair. You were so entertained by the way she rambled and how her brown eyes sparkled when she got excited.  She laughed at your 'no sex on the first date' — you failed so bad. When both of you noticed you were breathing heavily in Emily's car. 

"I don't know why that's funny. This rule used to work every time." You gave her a look.

"I'm just too hot for this waiting thing and you weren't even complaining thirty minutes ago!"

The months were passing and you two got very involved. Phone calls when she's away, dinner at her or your place, waking up tangled in the sheets. The schedules work just fine, the cases were longer like your shifts. There wasn't pressure on labeling the relationship that was building, but was serious. This woman had you wrapped around her finger.

Long phone calls or voicemails when she's at her hotel room.

"Hey, I can't even imagine how rough the shift is today. The case is evolving to the right direction, we got different clues today and are close to catching the unsub. I saw a bookstore next to the precinct with the book you told me about, so I bought it to discuss with you on the next date. Reid said the book is fantastic and he told me a lot of curiosities about the author, can't wait to tell you everything. Anyway, call me when you can. I miss you." 

She surprises you with your favorite food when she picks you up at work. You commented that you wanted to eat sushi and the next day she showed up with sushi just for you. Or when you slept at hers she makes your favorite breakfast (with Rossi on the phone just to make sure she's not giving you food poisoning).

Emily is a morning person, you're not. Waking up with this woman looking like a golden retriever, walking around, rambling and trying to make you wake up. 

"You know Ems, if you're doing this to get into my panties you are not getting. Let me sleep." 

"It's a beautiful day, sugar. Let 's go!" She comes closer, stroking your messy hair.

"I hate you so much." You looked at her with the most evil smirk ever. 

When she started to think about the idea of marriage, kids and white picket fence she almost had a stroke. She changed her whole life plan since she met you. The idea of a love that is so light and free wasn't even a real thing in her head. The greatest part of her day was talking to you, thinking of you. You were the reason she was more caucareful at the field, she was being more open about her feelings to her closest friends. 

Girls night!!!!!!! Penelope and you bond right away. She was so excited to see the girl that was making Emily look like a love pudding.

"You are so made for each other, look at that! The way she looks at you!" 

"Penny, calm down!" You drunkenly laugh at her and pass your arm around your girlfriend.

"I think we should get shots for this moment. Y/N help me!" You give Emily a kiss on the cheek and follow Penelope. 

"How do you feel?" J.J asked Emily that answer with the brightest smile.

"I am in love with that woman and it hurts that she has no idea of how much it is." 

"She feels the same way, the lovesick gave. I'm happy you found your half." 

"I bought a ring." Dead silence between them. 

"What? Oh my God!" 

"Keep this down, ok? I'm waiting for the right moment and right now it's not. Hotch went with me and yeah, that's it." 

You slowly moved with Emily and started to have a life together. You share bills, you do chores together, buy things together. Even adopted another cat. Life was amazing, couldn't be better. Until the day she proposed.

[laismoura-art]

Hey everyone! Remember when I told y'all I was gonna make a huge post about Harumi Shirai being playable? Well, it's heeeeere!! :D ✨️

Before we start! A thanks to @meme099 for requesting this post and a thanks to all my Harumi girlies (in special @mikka-minns @thedragonholder @madamealtruist @orbitinytheworld and @running-with-the-feels ) who have always been so supportive of my Harumi content! Hope you guys enjoy this!🩷

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Canon info used as inspo:

Harumi and Kuai are childhood friends and are in a relationship;

Harumi is head of her clan (that is not the Shirai Ryu);

Harumi uses her knowledge as Grandmistress to help Kuai and Tomas assemble the Shirai Ryu;

Harumi has connections with the Umgadi.

Everything else I used is based on Headcanons of mine, Harumi's clan being the most blatant case, I'll be linking previous posts in case you want more details!

I wanted to make Harumi a brand new character, with her own unique backstory and skill set! (It's what she deserves)

With all that in mind, LET'S BEGIN!

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TW: This will be much more explicitly violent than my regular Tumblr content, as there will be Fatalities and Brutalities. I know in this Fandom this is expected, but as it's not usual for MY content, I feel like a warning is welcome!

New Playable Fighter: Harumi Shirai🌸

🌸 Bio:

Fierce leader, talented herbalist and honorary Umgadi, Harumi Shirai is the head of her clan, the Order of Cetrion.

Founded by her ancestors and composed by women only, her clan uses their skills to aid the Elder Goddess of Life and Virtue, Cetrion, in her never-ending mission to protect all life in Earthrealm.

Nowadays, Harumi is not only the Grandmistress of her clan, but also mentor of her childhood friend and lover, Kuai Liang, as he struggles and persists in his quest to assemble a clan that will rival the Lin Kuei's might and serve as Earthrealm's new line of defence.

For more of my thoughts and HCs on Harumi and her clan, you can read these:

🌸 Gear:

As stablished in the previously mentioned posts The Daughters of Cetrion are herbalists with access to Outworldly magic and spices, so most her arsenal will reflect that!

Bottles of healing potions and deadly poisons.

Pouches of grated herbs that can heal, cause allergic reactions and, of course, kill. (Pocket sand!)

A scythe (small one, used to harvest plants but can and will slit a throat)

It is canon that Harumi has connections with the Umgadi and it's safe to assume she was trained by them (my HC is that Li Mei was her teacher), so I gave her an Umgadi skill:

Umgadi energy constructs. Only the Grandmistresses are allowed to learn this skill from the Umgadi. Harumi's constructs are pink and she shapes them like flowers and red foxes (a nod to her Animality).

🌸 Skins:

Now being quite fair, MK1 can be hardly known for its variety in skins. It is however, pretty creative when if comes to colour palettes, so I decided to rely on that!

Bellow you have Harumi's main outfit, the long sleeve nods to her canon fit while the rest was made with her clan in mind (the main reference were Cetrion's outfits)

The Grandmistress: The main colour. This is her Grandmistress outfit, all in pinkish tones, which I HC to be her family's colours)

The Scorpion: 1st colour variant has my Scorpion!Harumi colours, with a brighter shade of pink and yellow (the flower on her hair nods to her Scorpion hairpin)

Daughter of Cetrion: 3rd variation brings her clan's colours, a mix of her family's colours and Cetrion's. The colours are to represent their commitment as protectors of life and nature.

Li Mei's Apprentice: 4th variation is for her Umgadi outfit! She wears the traditional shades of yellow and silver!

The Shirai Ryu's Bride: 5th variation has Kuai's colours (and yes, the name is a nod to their relationship)

Honorary Lin Kuei: 6th variation might look controversial, but I find it hard to believe Harumi was only Kuai's friend. I HC Harumi was named honorary Lin Kuei warrior many years ago. (She wears Bi-Han’s colours to imply they were once friends too)

Bonus info:

Kuai has two of her colour palettes, "The Grandmistress" as nod to their relationship and "Daughter of Cetrion" as I HC him to be a honorary Cetrion warrior;

I drew Harumi slightly different here to make her resemble her new face model, Jiwon Ra, but I kept some of my HCs, meaning her freckles and slight heterochromia;

The tattoo on Harumi's arm is the Umgadi insignia and the pendant on her belt is her clan's.

🌸 Special moves:

Fireworks: Harumi shoots fireworks through her finger (Umgadi magic) they work as projectiles and can be shot to any height and also as she jumps or ducks; (it looks like Charlie's fireworks)

Witchy makes you dizzy: She throws a concoction that makes the opponent dizzy (it inverts your remote);

Pocket sand: She throws a pouch that makes the opponent cough (makes them stand in place)

They don't bite... much: Harumi creates two foxes with her constructs and sends them to bite the opponent;

Cetrion's healer: She uses one of her potions to heal herself.

Bonus: For stronger hits and during kombos, she will strike with her scythe;

She throws bottles and pouches of potions during her kombos.

The first and fourth move can become Brutalities. With "Fireworks" she blows up the opponent and with "They don't bite... much" her foxes eat the opponent alive.

🌸 Fatal Blow:

Beware the Forest Witch:

Harumi blows one of her powder mixes on the opponents face, the powder makes their skin itchy and they scratch their face aggressively (drawing a lot of blood).

She steps back and sends her foxes, the creatures start to bite, one of them givas a particularly strong bite, breaking the opponets leg, the other breaks their arm right after.

Harumi finishes the move with a firework attack, breaking the opponents ribs and sending them away!

The Fatal Blow can also be used as a brutality, her foxes will tear the opponents limbs off as they bite them!

🌸 Fatality:

Sacrifice for the Goddess:

Harumi uses her constructs to open holes into the opponent's chest and stomach.

She calmly walks closer, holding a pouch and a bottle as she's still deciding which one to use.

She places the pouch in the opponent's stomach hole and the bottle on their chest hole, only to change her mind at the last minute and replace the bottle with another one from her belt.

She places a smaller bottle at the opponent's mouth and slowly walks away.

The bottles and pouch explode into plants and vines with beautiful flowers that start to grow inside the opponent's holes and mouth as they fall backwards. The opponent starts to look like a gory flower pot.

From the opponent's mouth grows a singular pink flower, which Harumi gently plucks and sniffs as her victory is announced.

🌸 Intro animations:

When she's pushed away by her opponent, she carves her scythe on the ground to stop her momentum. Her foxes constructs are already by her side. She pets them to assure she's ok and raises up saying "my foxes will be eating well today"

When she's the one pushing, she distances herself with a one-handed cartwheel and a back flip. Her hands glows as she moves, summoning flowery shapes around them. She mocks the opponent calling them "fertilizer for Cetrion's gardens"

🌸 In-between rounds animation:

When she wins: She recreates her foxes constructs and pets them, sweetly calling them "good boys"

When she loses: She uses one of her potions to "heal" herself (she'll grunt in pain and anger as she does)

🌸 Victory animation:

She will use her constructs to slightly recriate this one victory animation of Cetrion from MK11. Her foxes will be lying by each of her sides.

🌸Ending:

"The arrival of Titan Shang Tsung inspired many other foes to rise and act on their darkest desires.

In their path they left behind only death and destruction. Among their victims, were the Living forests and the Capital of Seido.

As Daughters of Cetrion, it is my clan's duty to protect life and preserve the nature. Such disasters would never pass unnoticed by us.

Lady Cetrion healed the forest and put a stop to the flood that had already killed so many. In a way only her magic could!

My sisters and I helped as we could, searching for survivors, protecting and healing them.

Once they were out of harm, it was time to get them justice. Reunited with my old friends and mentor in the Umgadi, we went after the responsible for this atrocity.

Havik, the agent of chaos."

🌸 A few intro dialogues:

🔥 With Kuai:

Harumi: Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're my fiancé.

Kuai: I know you'll go harder on me because I'm your fiancé.

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Kuai: I'll join you against Havik in a heartbeat.

Harumi: I appreciate it, but you already have much in your plate, Grandmaster.

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Kuai: When you're around Hanzo, do you ever feel...

Harumi: Like I've met him before? All the time.

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Kuai: So, about those comic books you borrowed?

Harumi, chuckling: We're married now, Sunbeam. What's yours is mine!

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Kuai: So when you said "Summer camping" you actually meant training with the Umgadi?

Harumi: Uh... Surprise?

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Kuai: So you and Tanya...?

Harumi: So you and Cyrax?

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Kuai: You think things will ever get better with Bi-Han?

Harumi: Of course! As long as we don't give up on him!

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❄️ With Bi-Han:

Bi-Han: I only wish to speak to my brothers.

Harumi: And your men lurking on my territory, are they here only to speak too?

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Bi-Han: Step aside, Harumi, this is family matter.

Harumi: Have you forgotten, dear? I am family.

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Harumi: Come alone to the Shirai Ryu. Let's put our differences aside.

Bi-Han: So you can stab me in the back?

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Harumi: We used to be friends, Bi-Han.

Bi-Han: Regrettably, Harumi, things have changed.

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Harumi: So how is Cyrax doing?

Bi-Han: Your concoctions have been quite helpful...

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💨 With Tomas:

Tomas: Are you sure Hanzo is over 18?

Harumi: *Sigh* For the last time, Tom. Yes!

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Tomas: Wait, you know Kuai has a crush on you?

Harumi, chuckling: Who doesn't know?

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Harumi: You drank my truth serum??

Tomas: it's not my fault you stash your potions with the kitchen spices!

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Harumi: The Shirai Ryu is turning out great!

Tomas: And you thought we were total lost causes!

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Harumi: Where did you say you found your apprentice again?

Tomas: He fell from a tree!

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Tomas: So your Umgadi friend Jade...

Harumi: Want me to introduce you to her?

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So for now I only have these dialogues with the Sub-Zero siblings, but I'll tell you that:

If you want so see Harumi interacting with other characters, you can send me an ask with the character(s) you want and will make some intro dialogues with them! (Maximum 3 characters per ask, please)🩷

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Yoo folks! We made it!! Playable Fighter Harumi Shirai at your services!!!

Thank you very much for reading, I hope you have enjoyed!

If you have thoughts, questions and/or suggestions, please DO TELL! I'd love to chat to you about my girl!💕

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[blackbackedjackal]

What was the weirdest thing you've worked on taxidermy-wise? It doesn't have to be like an unusual species, but maybe something odd about the anatomy when you first prepped an animal, or finding an odd color morph or something (or maybe a little of everything lol since you're very into like genetics and collecting Weird Bone specimens with wry noses and extra teeth).

One that really sticks with me is the coyote that solidified my interest in doing research on pathologies seen in the species.

Notice the strange greenish stain on both the jawbone and in the teeth? I'd never seen staining like this before and at this point had been collecting and cleaning some really strange coyotes for a while.

Unless I'm the person who cleans the animal, I'm often missing vital information and clues left in the skin or tissue to figure out what caused a certain abnormality. I'm careful about cleaning every animal separately, all the while taking notes of any initial strange things I see during the cleaning process. Before the skull was clean enough to me to notice the green staining, I did see some pitch black stains where the bullet I assumed had killed the animal was stuck in the tissue. Not an uncommon thing as I'd seen that kind of staining before. These are typically perimortem injuries, around the time of death, so the injury shows no obvious signs of healing. The bullet or fragments of it break off in the tissue when the animal is killed and will still be left in the tissue by the time I get to work. Lead-based ones can stain the bones a dark color while soaking and typically whitens up after being process, but this one didn't.

Not only were the teeth this strange green color, but the surrounding bone had a lot of heavy bloodstaining. This is typically caused from brute force impact injuries, like animals hit by cars but are alive for at least several minutes after being hit. It's usually related to bruising, but in some cases is also be seen in areas where the bone or tissue around the bone is infected. It's these dark pink spots around the orbit and jaw.

I saw where the bullet had struck the animal, but before it was clean assumed this was the bullet that killed the coyote. It's not uncommon for trappers or hunters to shoot animals in the head to kill the animal quickly but there was no bullet hole in the cranium. There was however, a fragment of the bullet lodged in the right body of the maxilla, right in where the marrow and some blood vessels that supply blood to the jaw and teeth were.

This wasn't what killed the coyote. The fragment was lodged in living tissue, long enough that the coyote was suffering from lead poisoning. here's another angle where you can see where the fragment was lodged and how bad the stain was near the point of contact.

In typical Americans hate coyotes form, someone had shot at this coyote at least several weeks before the coyote was killed. Could have been a missed shot and the coyote escaped, but people are extremely cruel and disrespectful to the species, and will shoot at them to haze and injure them, but not kill them. Injuries and infections like this will greatly effect the coyote's ability to hunt, so that can cause them to become "problem" coyotes. They're too sick or injured to hunt wild animals effectively, and will be more prone to scavenging or opportunistic behaviors like attacking outdoor pets or farm animals. Again, I can't determine why the animal was shot to begin with, but I do know why it was killed several weeks later. It was sick, injured, and probably acting really strange. At that point the coyote being killed was blessing, as it would have suffered for weeks before succumbing to it's injures and infection.

When I buy an already cleaned/partially cleaned skull online, I have to work in reverse to identify potential causes of the pathologies I see. Many sellers won't take note of any shards or fragments or foreign objects in the tissue while cleaning. I often loose important clues as to the exact cause of the abnormality. When I clean them myself, I make sure to save everything I find in the tissue and take notes. That way I can refer back to them when I find strange things like this.

Though it greatly saddens me to see any animal suffer in such a way, I know it's important work because it gives me solid information I can use to educate others about coyotes. This skull was sitting in this person's freezer for at least a year or so before I happened to get it in a bulk lot of raw skulls I purchased to clean for sales and for research. It's been invaluable already as it's one of the skulls I cite a lot when doing public education and getting the people I get coyotes from thinking more critically about the species. Many of the taxidermists, hunters farmers, trappers, etc. I work with are very interested in the research we're doing, and like to know the stories of the ones they've crossed paths with. Many of them have stopped hunting coyotes in reckless ways, and no longer view them as pests. In fact, one guy I get coyotes from went from killing maybe 5 or so a month before he met me, to about 5 every 6 months. He no longer views them as pests and pays attention to their behaviors much more closely. He now culls ones he notices are sick/injured on his camera traps or ones that are actively bothering or killing his livestock. He's had far less issues with his local coyotes overall by listening to the advice I've given him, and donates the ones he does take for our group's research. It's a win for everyone, less coyotes are killed indiscriminately, we get coyotes for research that are sourced responsibly and sustainably, and not only is he interested in our research, but he shares the information with his family and neighbors so they spread the information and have really changed the culture of how they feel about the animals and wildlife around them. It's really awesome to see.

Sorry that got into a little ramble but it's the weird animals that have really made such a huge impact on me and the people around me. I'm glad that even in death they can be used as ways to educate others and essentially "save" some of their living relatives. My goal is conservation, preservation, and education about the species, and working with pathological specimens is a big part of that c:

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

This is a weird question but do you have any hcs about what the rogues wear to bed? I can picture what the Gotham City Sirens would wear but not the male rogues.

Does Two-Face have custom pajamas sewn together? Can Black Mask just throw on a t-shirt, or are his pjs as dressy as his regular clothes? Are all of Riddler's pjs green? What the hell would Scarecrow even wear?

The people need to know!

"Pajama Party" Rogue Party

Quick picks!

TW: None

Riddler

They are not all green, but green shows up often even in his out of work clothing. Either as trim or the spare speckles of paint or markers he's used. His pajamas are not free from this.

He likes soft, but also good-looking pajamas (in case of guests). However... does he wear them? On the occasions he actually goes to bed and doesn't just pass out over an invention or plans, yes! Otherwise...

Penguin

Silk. Monogrammed. Paid way too damn much for them but they're also perfectly tailored to his... proportions. He figures it's not that dissimilar to how he has to have his suits customized. The soft feeling of them against his skin is blissful. Makes him feel rich.

Mad Hatter

Has multiple nightshirts in a variety of colors and patterns. He doesn't actually like full two-piece pajamas because they remind him far too much of the scrub-like outfits he was made to wear in Arkham.

You could 100% get him on wearing kigurumi onsies if they were cute enough.

Scarecrow

He has a similar habit to Edward in that he falls asleep working pretty often. When he sets aside to actually go to bed, he wears a lot of old t-shirts with sweatpants. Many of them are from his days of being a professor (bought from the college store) or ones he came across over the years.

Music Meister

Buys cheesy print pajama sets on sale at like Kohl's or target. Multiple have music notes or even musical puns on the shirt. One shirt just says "I wish I lived in a musical" and he answers the door holding a yellow mug with the word "playbill" on it.

Victor Zsasz

Sleeps in whatever he's wearing that night or the nude. Have fun finding out which one when he gets in bed with you. Sometimes has the decency to pull off clothing that's caked with blood. At minimum he won't wear clothes with wet blood on them to bed! The bar is low but it's still a bar, right?

Killer Croc

There's a fair amount of times he sleeps in the nude simply because he already has a harder time finding clothing in his size. If he does wear something out of respect for whatever current company, it's a tank top with the largest sweats he could find. They're still stretched out from being over his thighs.

Harley Quinn

Oversized t-shirt or tank top with pajama shorts. She has a couple cute kigurumi onesies (including a hyena set to match her babies) for in the winter that she adores. Ultimate comfort creature when it comes to bed time.

Poison Ivy

It depends on if she's expecting to "impress" anybody. If she is, it's straight up lingerie that compliments against her green-hued skin. Teddies, corsets, whatever is going to make her target that much more susceptible. If not, it's a light silk robe where shes' still very attractive, it's just for her and not anyone else. Harley bought her a flannel set during a particularly harsh winter that she still pulls out when it gets too cold.

Two-Face

Jokes on you, it's not a pajama set split in the middle! ...It's actually a robe set along with rabbit slippers that are split in the middle. One white rabbit slipper, one pink and several multicolored robes sewn together from pairs. Harvey is kind of boring, he likes either monochrome with no pattern or stripes. Harv's side is leopard print or something else showy.

Black Mask

When he was growing up/a young man before the Incidents, he would wear five-hundred dollar minimum pajamas that had designer names on them. He still owns some of those sets so he does in fact wear them from time to time. However, his are more likely to have a fancier aesthetic than him spending that much money still.

Mr. Freeze

Due to the temperature requirements of his body, there are times he'll sleep in the suit. Is it good for him? Absolutely not, it does murder to his back. Plus the suit is a bit heavy for a mattress... he does have a sleeping chamber set to a low temperature where he'll effectively sleep in trunks on the bed with only a sheet covering him.

Ra's al-Ghul

Usually sleeps shirtless in a loose pair of cotton pants when he's closer to home where it's much warmer. In Gotham, though? In the winter? He'll wear thicker robes that will actually keep him warm.

Bane

He wears boxers to bed. He'll combine it with socks in the winter. It doesn't get more complex than that, honestly.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Hey bud. Got some Starburst duo headcanons for ya

Chris has an allergy to bees. They obviously can't sting him because of his steel skin, but whenever he's near them, he gets bad itchy rashes on himself (usually on his neck and face first) and has to get away from them before it gets worse

Jake loves mushroom toppings on his pizza. Chris loves pineapple and sausages on his

Jake loves the color red. Chris likes purple and pale pink

At certain times, Jake will panic about stuff and can sometimes exaggerate things a bit because of it, especially whenever he's trying to solve a case since he'll get a little too ahead of himself while still in the middle of putting things together, which can make him look a little like a drama queen during moments in front of others

Jake owns a fish named Sammy

Chris enjoys the rain at night during bedtime since it's peaceful to him

Chris' favorite animals are birds and horses

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I Like these, Buddy. I like them A WHOLE LOT @spider-jaysart

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If I may add a tad bit more or maybe expand on these;

- Sammy in particular is a small common clownfish and lives inside one of the biggest tanks they can afford that can fit inside the apartment’s living room. Jake consistently keeps his eyes on Sammy whenever he’s in the living room; he’s seen plenty of online videos of the worst fish owners imaginable and he’s determined not to repeat their mistakes

- One of Chris’ annoyances that can truly get to souring his mood would be seeing bad takes and posts from anywhere that state claims of ‘Superman is an alien who only does the good things because it makes us humans puny, insignificant and stupid compared to other beings’, ‘Superboy Red is only great at thing and that’s being an utter waste of genes and he can’t even do that right’, basically any takes that discredit his family is something he truly doesn’t appreciate

- Some of the classmates at Chris’ school often compare his relationship with Thara to that of Peter Parker and MJ Watson not just due to the latter having similar enough red hair to MJ but also her more outgoing and spunky personality that complements Chris’ more introspective and relatively reserved one brings in mind the similarities to Peter X MJ. Even Chris can comment that those comparisons aren’t necessarily unfounded

- Due to his 6 stomachs and physiology, Jake can tolerate eating less than adequate food at restaurants and is pretty resilient to food borne illnesses. That being all said, it also helps him detect if a meal or few aren’t healthy for regular humans to have less they risk food poisoning. Anytime Jake is in the kitchen whether it be for late night snacks or even volunteering to make dinner, he’s almost religiously very careful about what his hands touch and keeping them clean when possible so that he doesn’t risk cross contamination. Having Chris as a companion in the kitchen in turn becomes very handy via the latter having microscopic and x ray vision at his disposal.

[songofthesibyl]

Phantasmagoria In Two

For Nos Calan Gaeaf—when Tam Lin is rescued from the fairy queen in The Ballad of Tam Lin— a short piece from (ACOTAR) Tamlin’s POV, set just as Rhysand visits him for a second time in A Court of Frost and Starlight.

He remembered—

Spring. The sting of hawthorn. Rose cordials. Sugared violet petals on butterfly cakes. Green salads peppered with nasturtium. Apple blossom jam, and lilac syrup. Plate after plate, a riot of color. A softening to thin layers of pastry, and swirls of pink and white in the shape of cherry blossoms. Sweetness on the tongue. Too fussy, she said. But then she brought it to her lips, and a sound of pleasure at confection, at designs on plates in sugar and cream, that were a waste on her, she said. Then a dollop of strawberry cream on her nose, and her face scrunching up. Sweetness, and frivolity, and nothing hunted. 

He remembered—an arrow through the wood, and the pulse of blood gone, and skin peeling off. 

No—

A flush to the cheeks, strawberries, and red roses.

Blood to his head. Hanging by his foot. 

Blood dripping on the marble floor, drip, drip, drip.

It’s all over now, you can rest.

Wild laughter at bad poetry, screams at Hybern’s camp, heads rolling to the ground, he saw.

Stars glittering, and a crown, and the parting of lips, and poisonous words.

Have you—

Have you noticed that little noise—

Bat’s wings, bat’s wings, no—

No.

Hair flying as they rode on horseback through the wood. Wind in his ear.

You have to. Show of strength.

They’ve had months to save enough money. They want to give. You saved them. This is right.

Bodies of wolves, sentries in ribbons. Rhysand’s scent, a burnt floor.

If you don’t do it, I will find a more creative punishment for him. Do you doubt I can? Look at the wall, and see.

Crack of a whip.

You must punish them.

Twenty-one lashes, High Lord.

No choice. No choice at all.

I couldn’t bring myself to—

There are no High—

He couldn’t find her, he remembered, he couldn’t find her. Fire, and dried woad. He smelled her before he saw her. Dark green scales under his fingernails, and entrails on the ground. 

He remembered pulling away thinking she finally had what she wanted, her taste in his mouth. And spit her out, and blood leaking from her head, and in a motion gone, and Feyre’s broken body, and blood from her nose. And no screaming, and a terrible silence.

And he could hear it now. Dripping on the floor. 

He remembered cases of frothy dresses in pink, and purple and blue, laced with flowers and ribbon. Barefoot in the grass.

Bodies pulsing, and sweat-drenched. 

Emerging from a pool, stars glittering, dropping from their skin like pearls. 

A chair set up in a meadow full of wildflowers, and blankets laden with food and drink, and a table with a case of paints, and water, and palette, and lazing by the willow, drifting in and out as he idly watched her paint. And then the sudden shift, and rain pouring, and paint running down the canvas onto the grass.

And him rushing up, and getting the blanket, and putting it over her, but her taking it and putting it over the canvas instead, and letting the rain soak her hair before he winnowed them inside, and her laughter as the water in her hair fell onto the floor, drip, drip.

A warm hand on his, and soft cloth wrapping, and splinters everywhere.

And red paint dripping. 

What have you done.

Traitor.

A fist to the face, and a look of pain, and stinging tears blinked from his eyes, and black leather squeaking.

And he remembered a cauldron for cooking, boiling hot. And humans thrown in, and vomited back onto the floor, their dresses sopping wet, and their hair dripping onto the floor. And the horror, and fury in Feyre’s eyes.

And the horror in her eyes, and the guilt, and vomiting herself up in the next room, because of him.

Are you running low on food?

A crown of laurel.

I thought it was over.

Flowers in her hair.

You deserve this pathetic, empty house.

He remembered a glowing crown, and dark shadows rippling, and his claws outstretched at his sides, lying limp, dripping with his father’s blood.

He remembered.

Rhysand. Here again. He scented her on him. The smell of sex on him, everywhere. Every time he saw him, he smelled her first. Even with his senses dulled, even with the blood, everywhere. Red on splintered wood, red on the infirmary table, red in his mouth, soaked with it, bathing in it, a cauldron of it burning, a cauldron for cooking. The scent getting stronger, he was coming, it was time, dark shadows rippling, and skinning it, and hands limp at his sides, covered in blood, onto the floor—

Drip, drip, drip.

[shylittlefrogg]

Continuing my Precure stuff. Today we have Minori and Sango!

There are several things for them of which half come because of Laura and the other half because of Precure.

In Minori's case, she gets thorns, and various additions to her body that make her technically a 'fruit', we get the usual gills (Laura's fault) and a bunch of freckles for the girl!

Although they are not freckles since they are seeds and she can remove them, although more will appear after a few hours. oh yeah, she's also immune to a lot of poisons, as in, she definitely could drink a whole glass of pure potassium and survive because hey, bananas have portacio too! (very little but she enters her territory so, immune)

Honestly she's pretty happy with the changes, she's weird that way (affectionate)

Towards the other side is the Sango girl! She doesn't have freckles, what she does have are pores, although you don't really notice the difference until you touch the skin and it's so strange to other people, the gills she has are actually even bigger pores and they work exactly the same.

She has many coral features! Only they are less visible than her companions, she can regenerate/has a great healing factor and while she is healthy she could take a hit from one of the villains and not even feel it, She could LOSE AN ARM and three hours after a good meal and with a nap she would be as good as new, as if literally everything that corresponds to the regeneration of her body was multiplied by 100

This is because sea corals are healthy and strong when the sea is healthy and strong, Sango's body is THE sea, so as long as she is healthy, everything will be fine.

She can also change her hair and skin color, depending on what she eats in a week, for example, if she eats a lot of strawberry in one day, the next she may be mostly pink.

If Minori continues to transform after the end (she will 100%) she will get a tail, which is pretty good in her opinion.

[hadeschan]

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Pra Khun Paen

The Pra Khun Paen is a type of amulet with figure of Pra Buddha Chinnaraj of Wat Phra Si Rattana Mahathat Woramahawihan (Wat Yai or Wat Pra Buddha Chinnaraj) seating inside an elaborate arch. This type of amulet was first discovered at Wat Pra Roop Archaeology Site, Suphan Buri Province. And such type of ancient baked clay amulet with figure of Pra Buddha Chinnaraj is called “Pra Khun Paen” ever since. It was called Pra Khun Paen to honor the Thai famous Warrior General Khun Paen, the Governor of Suphan Buri Province in the Kingdom of Ayutthaya.

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Kaolin

Kaolin, soft white clay that is an essential ingredient in the manufacture of china and porcelain. Kaolin is named after the hill in China (Kao-ling) from which it was mined for centuries. Kaolin is found in Lampang , and Ranong Province of Thailand.

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The amulet made from soil or earth

The soil or earth is the oldest minerals on Earth, it accumulates all power of good deeds of all Arhats (or Luohan), Bodhisattva and Buddha as long as you and your enemies are standing/living on the earth, the Pra Mae Thoranee (the Earth Goddess) will witness good deeds and bad deeds, if you have made good deeds, then your good deeds have already witnessed by Pra Mae Thoranee, Pra Mae Thoranee will help you, and your enemies could not do any harm to you. And the difficulties of your life, Pra Mae Thoranee also witnesses, and Pra Mae Thoranee will ease all of your difficulties.

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Pra Long Gru or Pra Gru

Pra “Long Gru” or “Pra Gru”  means amulet that was stored in the chamber of a chedi/stupa or in a container buried under the ground for many of years, and later found by someone.

According to the prophecy in Pali Canon that Buddha’s Dispensation (Buddhism), and Dharma (Buddha’s teaching) would exist and follow 5,000 years after the Buddha passed away or entered nirvana. The “Long Gru” is a Thai traditional practice to preserve Buddha amulets with figure of Buddha in them in the case that after the decline of indigenous religious practices of Buddhism, the future generations would learn that Buddhism ever to have existed on earth.

The Pra Long Gru, Thais believe that after long period of time that the Buddha amulets were kept, the power that was accumulated in each and every amulet would break apart the chamber (in Thai called Gru Takk) that amulets were hidden.

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[ryo-maybe]

Pithy comment about Monday. Prompt: Phosphophyllite. Did. Nothing. Wrong.

Focus returns to my sight little by little, the darkness chiseled away not by what I see, but what I can hear. It begins with the pitter patter of rain splashing over my body. The impossibly fast crescendo plays over my aching skin, sweeps into cracked bones and restores gelid awareness to muscle fibers battered beyond belief. Cold water like poison, awakening numb nerves to the agony of pain like nothing I've ever felt. I feel my jaw burn, caught in the strain between the desire to scream and the effort to keep myself from doing it.

I doubt anyone would hear me anyway. The ground beneath and around me has turned muddy, a disgusting mixture of dust and sand littered all over with ever-widening puddles. Or… maybe, it's still me, bleeding all over from bruises that trick and warp my waning consciousness. If that were the case, it would mean the footfalls I hear are trampling me. Dozens of steps, carelessly pressing into my sores with squelching, careless noises, quartering parts of me as they all head in different directions. Leaving behind nothing but this pair of unseeing eyes and ears to listen as my dignity dissolves droplet by droplet.

It cracks. Again and again. Contrasting with the feet dragging across the mud, another sound, much sharper and deafening. It tears through my self-pitying fantasy, cutting through my very being with a blade fashioned out of cruel reality. Plastic, metal and glass, crumpled into an unrecognizable heap within the impetus of a single motion - this is the sound of my heart shattering.

"Nice job! That was the most spectacular loss I've ever seen!"

A lively string of words chipperly forces its way through my stupor. I am so bewildered I don't immediately notice that the rain has stopped falling over my face. It's taking what little energy I have left just to breathe; even so, I muster as much of it as I can spare to force my eyelids to pry themselves open. My right eye is too swollen to allow anything more than a narrow opening. As for my left one, a fine film of blood has covered it, seeping from a cut somewhere on my forehead. A blurry smattering of colors greets me, most of them painted over by a curtain of dark red. Above all else, an overwhelming shade of pink, and something moving back and forth over my face. For the price of a piercing headache, I manage to squint enough to realize it's a hand waving at me.

"Hi there. First duel?"

I grunt, immediately regretting it. The reverb of my voice in my chest tugs at broken ribs and lungs struggling to squeeze every inch of life they can out of insufficient air. The pink mass leans to one side, coming slightly into more focus. It's hair: a wild, somewhat unkempt mane. It looks soft, feathery almost. But the pair of white horns protruding from it tell me this is no bird, as do the scales covering the cheeks of a visage peering with what looks vaguely like puzzlement.

"That a no or a yes?" A light finger, topped by a pointed, slightly curved nail, taps twice on her pursed lips. Then, a shrug: I see her shoulders, covered by a light blue coat. The color of the sky, I think idly.

"Sad either way. Challenging a Collector all nilly willy like that? That's a biiig no-no, newbie or not. Especially if not."

She grins, white teeth framed by mischievous lips. I would resent her, if my vision hadn't cleared enough to see it. Her gaze. Thin, vertical pupils embedded within a murky shade of amber.

"Why did you lose?"

Her question is a calm reprimand. A pitying encouragement. I don't get it. She wants me to give the right answer, and still expects me to get it wrong. At the fringe of my hearing, I still hear the sound of plastic, metal and glass loudly breaking.

"Not… 'nuff… g-glasses…"

My chosen obsession. The steps with which I decided to build the ladder towards my Ascension. It used to be kaleidoscopes at first. Back when, bold and bright-eyed, I used to gaze up at the continents of Supra floating amidst the clouds. Imagining myself over on the reverse of the same landmass that is now dumping accumulated moisture all over the stage where my life has screeched to a crashing halt for the second time.

"Nuh-uh. Try again."

Her gaze narrows ever so slightly, as does her thinning smile. Judging and pitying me at once. I can't tell the difference, can't decide which I would rather she did. It would be simpler, if she were merely mocking me. If I could tell that she's laughing at me for the decisions and vicissitudes that led me to become a shell, carved and emptied of all the possibilities that had been gestating within. Because I am weak, I cannot rebuke this stranger with either the truth of my conviction nor the falsehood of my zeal.

I lost because glasses were an easier medium to adapt to the innate gazing abilities of us lamia.

I lost because I, a mere Hoarder with a scant few duel wins under my belt, felt like I could leap ahead faster by challenging a Collector.

I lost because I was too afraid of hunting Mahou born of more high-quality glasses, thinking I could make up for quality with sheer quantity.

I lost because of my conceit. I lost because I was too ambitious. I lost because I wasn't ambitious enough.

"The hell… does it matter…"

I struggle to sit up, feeling my insides stir in directions and ways they were not built to endure. I cough out blood, vomit and fragments of my dimming patience over my clothes, holding my stomach as if to keep its contents from spilling directly out from under my frayed shirt. Behind my damp back, something warm gently pats the cold away and keeps me propped up, preventing me from falling back when my consciousness threatens to pull me back into the mud.

I see it now, all too clearly. The source of that noise. A massive boot rises and falls, unheeding of the rain, to smash a pair of glasses. The force of each stomp is such that most of the fragments have embedded themselves into the muddy soil. What few pieces I see shine with a faint, alluring glimmer - until even those are trampled into oblivion. I scoff, shaking my head. Compared to the leftover bits of my sorry ambition, the gems adorning my chosen adversary's clothes and body give off so much brighter a luster.

"We all hunt… fight… collect. Whether we win or lose. It's all the same… for me, that bastard… and you."

The ceaseless cycle of the bottom feeders stranded on the world's garbage dump. Yeolk, the First Layer. My home. My miserable, inescapable home.

"It doesn't matter."

Because I lost. Because, even if I somehow, against all odds, had won–

"Ah."

I grit my teeth in unison with the last crunch. I see the winner of my hopeless scrap bend down to look at the shards embedded in the sole of his boot, before rubbing it furiously against the mud. As if even soiling it with viscous grime would be preferable to the taint of a weakling's possessions.

"Did you like those?"

The girl speaks next to me. A quiet murmur, almost lost to the rain: something to be shared only between the two of us. Oddly intimate, strangely comforting. When I turn my head away from the bejeweled Collector of gemstones, I see her staring intensely at him. As her face snaps towards me, a light jingle lures my eyes to something glinting on one of her horns: a pair of bells, tied around the bulky ivory with an intricately woven blue bow.

"Yeah." With nothing left worth the effort of hiding it, I easily surrender a truth that I would be too embarrassed to admit to an acquaintance. "I… I really didn't want to lose that pair."

The girl with pink hair like feathers closes her eyes. Her brows knit with vigor, contrasting vividly with the delicate line of her smile. It is only once she has gotten up that I realize she had been holding an umbrella above our heads. An elegant one, with a lacquered shaft and a paper canopy made of vermilion. I see others with the same shape and a dozen more, hanging by the hem of her coat like a rainbow-colored skirt.

"A little more of that."

She raises the arm holding the umbrella until it is fully extended. As soon as it has reached that zenith, she brings it down, slamming the bottom of the shaft onto her open palm. A wave of sheer pressure explodes outwards: I squeeze my eyes and mouth shut, still too tired to properly protect myself with my battered arms. But all I feel is a faint breeze caressing me, inviting me to look at the reason why the sound of the rain sounds so feeble now.

Droplets of water lie suspended in mid-air, surrounding an invisible sphere with her at its center. While I stare, slack-jawed, at the absurd phenomenon, she closes the umbrella and twirls it with practiced ease, stepping onwards and past me. Trailing behind her, poking through her skirt made up of umbrellas, I see blue scales topped by a line of pink fur. A long, bulky tail, swaying sinuously in tandem with the cadence of her rubber boots.

A dragon. In the legends passed around the campfires, they say the first Hoarder to Ascend was a dragon. Nowadays, mean stereotypes have their race pegged as too lazy and fearful to pit their collections in a duel.

To me, however, this dragon, who strides confidently towards the Collector who kicked my ass without breaking a sweat, looks like neither the stuff of legends nor a laughing stock.

"If you had more of that love to spare, your precious things would never have let you lose."

Now watch. The wink she gives me over her shoulder is playful and serene in spite of the unsurmountable wall she is about to willingly face, as if for nothing more than to prove a point. And watch is all I can do. That, and wondering.

"Hey, Sparkly! You got one more fight in you, or is bullying those poor glasses all that bling's good for?"

He does not seem to have appreciated the nickname. His gaze, above the pair of gem-encrusted sunglasses lowered on his thin nose, is hard as a diamond and filled with a sentiment blacker than obsidian. The vein bulging beneath his (also gem-encrusted) enormous pompadour seems rich in prime quality irritation.

"Mh? Mmh? Mmmh!?" With each noise shaking his gullet, the gemstone Collector leans forward, rows of rings like those adorning his hands - the same hands that pummeled me and my paltry hoard to a fine pulp - dangling menacingly and shiningly from the hems of his glittery jacket. He takes his time sizing up the dragon girl half his imponent size, before leaning backward, so much so it is a wonder he does not end up splashing into the mud like I did, one beating ago.

"Little lizard. Do you have chalk for brains, or are you just dumb like a sack of rock? Why, oooh why why why! A pebble on the road would have put up more of a fight than your friend there, and now you! Having seen that! Would still! Try your luck!"

Each sentence is punctuated by a dramatic shake of his head, his damp hair sending drops of water splashing to and fro that the dragon deftly catches with her umbrella.

"Vvvery well then! If you want so badly to feel with your body what happens when phosphophyllite shatters against quartz."

His fists smash together, dozens of rings inlaid with gemstones still awash with my own blood and bits of skin. His lips part, a window opened on rows of teeth embedded with emeralds, rubies, sapphires and other rare - and painfully hard - rocks.

"Tell me your name, little lizard! Once I'm done with you, I'll use it as a synonymous of 'dummmbass'!"

His zany posturing is not mere bravado. I have sampled it myself: his skill and the quality of his possessions are undoubtedly those of a skilled, merciless collector. I should be worried, or even indifferent, towards the fate of a complete stranger picking a fight with him for no seemingly good reason at all.

But I can't. Trumping such logical and cynical thoughts, I find myself mesmerized. The dragon girl, undaunted and eager, takes hold of another of the umbrellas from her "skirt" and, with both hands thus armed, fluidly bends her body into a clear combat stance. Even if I cannot see her, I know from the booming excitement of her voice that she is wearing a carefree grin.

This dragon is neither the stuff of legends nor a laughing stock.

"Heir to the 99 Karakasa-ryuu Umbrella Fencing Arts!"

With pink hair like feathers, clad in sky blue. She reminds me of a bird, flying through clouds and Layers alike, unfettered by any and all. Something I wish I could be, what I yearned all life to become.

"You may call me Naki!"

To me, she looks like the embodiment of absolute, sincere freedom.

[eldritchships]

6, 9, 11 for Flatline if you’d prefer specification but otherwise any self insert/oc is good!

Do they fight? What’s their weapon of choice? Do they stay on the sidelines? What would it take for them to get off the sidelines? Revenge? Saving a loved one? What’s the motivation for them to fight, or to stay OUT of a fight?

Flatline doesn’t fight directly; he teams up with a more combat-suited bot, or he poisons his enemies from a distance, weakening them before he moves in to attack. His weapon of choice is his bladed syringe and his concoctions, boosting or harming other targets as needed. He’s a field medic, so he’s comfortable with that role, swooping in to help and then swooping out again (especially before other bots can try to take him out). He 100% knows he’s likely to get overwhelmed quickly in a fight, so while he can hunt with brutal efficiency using his poison method, he’ll avoid getting trapped in one-on-one melee or unarmed combat. What I immediately think the exception would be is if a loved one was in danger - Flatline admittedly has very few loved ones, but he would absolutely jump into a fight if it was to protect or save one of them. If someone caused a loved one to be in danger, they would be well and truly fucked, because Flatline would come after them with all of his fury and weapons at his disposal.

Their favorite foods? Colors? Activities? What do they enjoy in life? How do they express their joy for things they like?

Flatline genuinely likes pink and blue. He has a great amount of passion for his work, and he gets a lot of fun and joy out of it. He used to like night-ins with small groups of people (very casual chatting, hanging out and getting into some mischief), but nowadays being in social groups puts him a little on edge, too much to enjoy them. When Flatline expresses his joy, he gets more giddy and enthusiastic, and physically closer to other people. It almost reminds me of an artist in a romantic-era novel, or a gothic mad scientist, because of how dramatic and expressive and talkative he gets.

How easy is it to make your insert angry? Sad? How easy is it to twist their emotions into negative things? By contrast, how easy are they to cheer up? What can brighten a bad day?

Flatline has less self-discipline when it comes to his emotions, so between him allowing his emotions to be more intense and having a few sensitive topics that will get under his skin fast, I imagine it wouldn’t be difficult to make him angry. However, Flatline rarely gets sad, and it’d take a lot to make him sad rather than lashing out by getting defensive (or angry, in worse cases). I don’t think Flatline is easy to cheer up, and Flatline would rather be left alone until his bad mood subsides. If you try to get involved, and/or try to cheer him up, you’re likely to receive a lot of glares and hostile vibes until you either leave or Flatline starts outright threatening you. Flatline feels more comfortable when he’s left alone, so giving him some ‘me time’ will at least ease his bad mood - getting to do some easy busy-work, stretching his rotors to go for a quick fly-around in helicopter form, maybe lounging with some high-grade energon if he really needs to take a load off, all usually help to brighten a bad day.

[levinea-yuuki]

I want a Tall Pointy Tower because I also want the vantage point to be able to see when people are going to arrive at my place of business / home. Got to have time to put on my outfit for wizard work instead of my stars and moon pajamas!

A cabin in the woods would also allow bad people to hide behind trees and then shoot you with a crossbow. Sure it might be a little bit easier to hide but if somebody wants to run a business you would rather be easier to spot in my opinion. I also think I would want to protect the wildlife if something goes astray by having it up above the tree line or on a cliff in case something explodes, catches fire, or leaks. I've got to do my part to prevent catastrophic disaster!

It would be like a live-in store: the downstairs would have all of the for-sale potions and alchemist's armour, ingredients, spells, scrolls... stuff like that. I could even have a section for kids to learn how to craft basic salves that can turn their skin green and purple, or a flying rug ride for the little ones to be entertained while mum spends way too long looking around in the poisonous plants section in a personal debate over whether to buy them because 'damn they're very pretty but they could also kill me'. There could be a section for enchanted swords and you would see a lot of men boasting about how they can wield the weapons but a lot more women would be actually buying them.

Then there's the upstairs section of my beautiful tower where I would have my downey bed and fireplace, my plush blanket, my herbal teas, a meat pie baking in the oven, and a ton of hanging vine plants just starting to flower in little pink and yellow blossoms, adding a touch of color to the grey and mossy green stone walls where the tapestries and shelves filled with projects and books don't quite cover.

I would have a soak in my claw footed bathtub, deep enough to submerge two people at the same time, after a hard day of hunching over in the garden out back digging up roots to make a new herb bed, and then afterwards I would dig around in my wardrobe full of robes and sweats alike for something cozy. My hat hooks for the various wizard and witch hats to match my outfits would be just next to the spiral stairwell, and on the opposite side of the fireplace to prevent it from over boiling would be a section for a brewing stand so that I can make my concoctions in peace instead of in public view where somebody could be a little bit too mischievous and end up tossing a toad in my caldron thinking it would be funny, either making a massive toad monster or just fucking up somebody's healing spell and that would be very good for future business, now would it?

Oh yeah and the broomstick organizers for guests, like a bicycle parking spot. I could have a little gargoyle guarding it so that nobody would grab the wrong broom.

I could also have a barrier on my upper canopy so that only me and any specific guests that I allow to do so could land on it and enter my personal room.

And of course my cat, but it's not like I could stop her anyways. She does what she wants.

pick your wizard home

[finn0]

chipotle order?

OZ version is GYG or Zambrero in which case the beef burrito from GYG is somehow the shit, but zambie's used to have like an adobo chicken that was curried almost which was astonishingly delicious but now they don't do it, but I would suggest if you're making a burrito please put some curry in your pulled chicken or pork because it weirdly works so well with all the other regular mexican flavours

thoughts on veganism?

far too much work and you'll find yourself talking about it all the time. if you have to ask whether sour patch kids have gelatine in them and whether you're killing the planet by eating fists full of sugar shaped like pink watermelon babies, it's negating not having a bloody chicken wing once a decade

a specific color that gives you the ick?

really pale, almost washed out white people skin. like the peaky skin of someone who's about to be sick

mythical creature you think/believe is real?

I've encountered enough river eels to imagine that something fucked up and huge lives in Loch Ness. Or the Ogopogo in Canada. Or the Mongolian death worm. A giant worm in the sand dunes of the Gobi desert? Probably!

favorite form of potato?

Creamy dauphinoise with a tiny bit of chili in it. Or a really crisp latke.

do you use a watch?

no, irrelevant creation. also calling it a timepiece is so ridiculous.

what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

OCTOPUS

do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

anything where i'm not sweaty and my balls can meet their best friends, my knees

do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

Oh yes, cocoa butter vaseline on my face all day, hyaluronic acid after a shower around my eyes, same thing but in cream form as a night cream

on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

ginger ale, because air travel is the least likely place I will ever drink alcohol. and orange juice swells me up like poison ivy

anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

a few trinkets, but I've never thrown a book away in my life

brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

Dove cucumber soap

first thing you’re doing in the purge?

finding a former manager and breaking her limbs before throwing her down a well

do you think you’re dehydrated?

constantly

rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

best to worst: freezing, drowning, burning

thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

underrated and preferred

an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

vaping honestly.

your boba/tea order?

total waste of money. a teabag is 1 cent at home.

the veggie you dislike the most?

I used to violently hate beetroot until I learned how to roast them properly and a friend made some amazing borscht. So now? idk, even kale chips are good. love brussel sprouts. love parsnips. love asparagus. idk. I guess I've never had a turnip every before.

favorite disney princess movie?

I could not give less of a shit about disney

a number that weirds you out?

?

do you have an emotional support water bottle?

I have lost every water bottle I've ever owned within one week

do you wear jewelry?

I have 3 key rings that I wear on my pinky because if they fall off they're easily replacable and I also lost my engagement ring the very next day after the fact

which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

british because it's from there and I never have to say aluminum

would you say you have good taste in music?

oh. no.

how’s your spice tolerance?

incredible. i've eaten cayenne peppers raw as a snack

what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

the least amount of short and shirts I can, I am out of control overheated at all times

last meal on earth?

honestly a crispy pork banh mi and a ripe mango that I eat over a sink

preferred pasta noodle?

rigatoni, with pork sausage, fennel, chili and cream. Ina Garten's recipe is the absolute bomb.

[fionahughes1]

Primary source (part 1)

Note: The images of theses flowers a have all been source from online as they are not in season yet

Finding a primary source for this topic was a little hard to do given that my topic wasn’t a common thing to research. Which led me to a Lowe’s home improvement specifically the garden section of the store. Even though much of the plants were not out due to the weather I was able to find many examples of paint that are both beautiful but could also kill you if consumed. And with  spring coming around many people were buying them for their gardens. An example of a flower that is common in gardens during the springs are daffodils.

Every part of the Daffodils are poisonous. From the bulb to the pedals they all contain a toxic chemical, lycorine. And if ingested you can expect to experience some or maybe all of the symptoms nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, and diarrhea. Luckily these symptoms only usually last about 3 hours. 

Another flower that is very common in most gardens that I saw seeds for while in the store are Hydrangeas. Hydrangeas look like shrubs with bright flowers ranging in colors from blue to pink and the colors in between depending on the pH level of the soil. However the entire plant is poisonous similar to daffodils. If the plant is consumed you can expect nausea, vomiting and diarrhea. In some cases if the skin  comes in contact with the plant it causes dermatitis, rash or irritation although this tends to be rare.

[forensicfield]

Change in Skin Color Due to Poisoning

Change in Skin Color Due to Poisoning Some poisons cause a change in skin color after ingestion, inhalation or exposure. Some of them are following:

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