#seacrafts

[bloomfish]

to be fair i was thinking about pirates or something before i saw this but i honest to god thought this was about boats. i'm cured

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

Hear me out illegal mer hunters get remora reader

76 / 1k / shark!141 and remora mer!reader encountering shifty humans

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Boats. The undersides of two little human yacht-boats overhead. That's strange. They're not allowed on the reef.

Your curious nature takes you close enough to brush the metal hull with your fingers. So smooth and it thrums.

"Oi—!" Gaz’s voice cuts through the water like a whip. He barrels into you and yanks you back hard enough to jostle your bones. His arm, looped around your midsection, is iron. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He drags you away from the surface so abruptly it makes you dizzy. You kick your tail in protest, but don't really fight his grip. You're used to being manhandled. "What? Why?"

"Those aren't fishing boats. Look at the nets." He jerks his chin upward, where the dark shapes of weighted, reinforced nets trail beneath the hulls.

Below him, Ghost’s shadow peels away from the reef shelf like a wraith. "Poachers." Illegal ones at that, given the posted sanctuary markers around their territory.

You shift in Gaz's grip, trying to keep the boats in your line of sight. "What does that mean?"

"It means if they spot you drifting up to gawk like some gull, you’ll wake up in a tank."

You sense it's not a good time to ask what a tank is.

Soap circles the boats with predatory interest. "Bet I could tip one. They're just humans once they hit the water.”

"Humans with spearguns," Gaz mutters, finally loosening his grip. "And tranqs."

You wriggle free and push yourself over Gaz's bicep. But, sensing the trepidation roiling through the waves, you keep your distance from the hull. You don't understand why they’re treating these humans like predators instead of just leaving them alone.

Above, the boats shift. Something hits the surface with a quiet plink--shark bait. The cloud of chum unfurls in the water like a huge jellyfish. You look past it and try to peer up at the humans. "What do they want?"

"Trophies,” Ghost growls.

Price returns from patrol to see the four of you assessing the boats.

"The nets are electric. Standard issue for mer dealers now. Contact hurts like a bitch." His sharp gaze lands on you. "Worse for small fish."

One of the poachers peers over the side, scanning the water.

Soap bares his teeth. "I say we scare ‘em off."

You wring your hands. "But don’t they have spears? They'll hurt you!"

"So we hurt them first," Soap says, rolling his shoulders forward as he prowls toward the boats.

Gaz grabs his fin and yanks him back mid-stroke. "Like hell. You keen on getting gutted?"

Price watches the boats with narrowed eyes. "They'll tire of waiting."

Ghost cracks his knuckles. "Hate waiting."

You dart in front of them, trying to break up the growing tension with what feels like good, diplomatic sense. "Let's just wait for them to go away," you tell them. "Attacking will just bring more humans swimming. Aren’t you always saying that?" Your hands land on Price's chest in what you hope is a soothing gesture.

Price exhales a stream of bubbles through his nose, but doesn’t push you off. "Maybe so. But we ought not let threats linger. Let's make sure they know they're not welcome."

Soap grins. "I’ll be subtle."

Gaz snorts. "You’ve never been subtle a day in your life."

Price moves your hand to his shoulder. "Stay close."

You take the hint and latch your palm suckers onto Price's broad back. You huddle close as he rises toward the hull. You don't know what he plans to do, but it won't be as nice as you’d hoped.

Price slams his palm against the bottom of the seacraft hard enough to rattle it. He digs his fingers into the metal until it divots, then drags his claws down the hull. It creates an ugly, tearing squeal.

From the deck: "Holy shit--that's a big one."

Soap’s tail lashes the water near the second boat hard enough to send spray over the gunwale. Someone shouts.

"Jesus, there's more!"

Ghost prowls beneath. One of the poachers leans too far over the edge. Then Gaz smashes his tail into the other side of the boat and sends it careening into a wild tilt. The poacher reels and falls, breaking the surface.

He doesn't go far. The fall is hardly deep enough to wet his hair--until Ghost yanks him under.

The man flails. Bubbles erupt from his mouth as Ghost drags him deeper. The other humans panic and shout. In the chaos, one fires a speargun down into the water. The bolt misses Price's shoulder--and yours--by inches.

You cling tighter as Price peels away. The others follow. Behind you, Ghost releases the sputtering human to let him flounder back to the surface. You pause, letting go of Price for a breathless second. You watch until the poacher breaks the surface once more. You relax and let out a breath.

Soap grabs you easily as he passes, pulling you away before you can scrutinize the gasping poacher any longer. "Nae time to stare, wee fish.”

Gaz keeps pace at your other side. His eyes scan for lingering threats.

Ghost lingers behind you all, watching the boats retreat with palpable irritation. "Should've kept one."

Once the four of them finally come to a stop, you try to shake yourself free from Soap's grasp. No luck. "Will they stay away?"

Price watches the boats flee toward the horizon. "If they're smart." His calloused palm lands on top of your head--more warning than comfort.

Soap squeezes your waist. "You'd best stay close from now on. Unless ye want one of the bastards to stuff you."

"You stuff me all the time. It's not so bad."

"Aye, but I don’t sell ye to collectors after."

Ghost’s voice is dry. "Could."

Price pinches the bridge of his nose. "Enough."

You huff. There's relief in it, though. You're glad the humans are gone. And Price is right--who would be stupid enough to come back to a shark reef when they're not wanted there?

Soap flicks your earfin. "Next time, don’t go pokin’ at strange boats like an overcurious guppy."

Gaz smirks. "Or do. Gives us an excuse to bite someone."

Price exhales, long-suffering, and swims off to patrol the perimeter again.

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more mer au / masterlist

[lillified]

dunno if this has been asked/answered yet but can ur bots change their alt mode? kinda like in the movies(?) when they do that scan thingy and it changes their overall look/altmode or are they permanently stuck with their alt mode?

hey! 'bots can change their alt modes, within reason--most of them have an alt mode "type" that can't be altered without a significant frame change (so a 'bot who turns into a motorcycle probably won't be able to support a jet plane alt mode, etc.). these "types" fall into two major categories (flight, ground) and are further divided into subcategories (there is technically a third, "seacraft," but these are rare and usually have dual function as ground vehicles, or, more rarely, aircraft).

a 'bot's alt mode is linked to their caste, with the type being decided when they're first fitted into their cyberized shell. The transformation hardware is extremely difficult to replace or change once it's fitted, but some physical alterations can be made to convert an alt mode to a different type: in practice it's just more like installing wings on a car. The process of transformation and its mechanisms will stay relatively the same.

Cosmetically, though, a lot can be done with a 'Bot's alt mode! getting a "frame change" involves having your essential components and cyberbrain ported to a new shell, or having parts of the old shell replaced, altered, added, or removed. On Cybertron this would be done mostly for personal or cosmetic reasons, but when the war started, a lot of mechs had themselves ported to "battle shells," like Jetfire here:

An even less invasive version of this is getting an armor change, which just involves swapping out the purely cosmetic external armor pieces for new ones. It's essentially one step up from just getting a new coat of paint.

[theshrimp-party]

Hello, hello, I decide to actually post my MCB ocs here! I've been working on their concepts for a while (backstory wise), but i haven't really done their design properly.

But i did do their holoform (?) / human design as that is all i can manage for now.

Anyways, introducing the Star Guardians resident twins, SolarBlitz and Cresent Guard! (Sorry for the quality)

Yes! They are twins! And, they are Blue Cop's senior! (Rank wise, they are friendly to him enough as like an aquintence/friend)

Younger than Flame Nova, though.

SolarBlitz - the older of the two, upbeat personality although a bit clueless about social cues. (Like she can not read the room at all) She overall positive, a bit too positive and always ready to fight and defend Machnia. (It's giving obnoxious ngl, but she has a heart)

She has a great fighting spirit. She should also stop challenging others, though. Beating people up, especially your coworkers, is not a love language. (Please stop looking for fights in the office, and else where)

Alt mode: Flyer type, customised jet

Cresent Guard - the younger one. More quiet and reserved. She keeps to herself most of the time (except w her sis).

She technically is an enabler for Solarblitz in office fights as she is quite judgemental of people, usually with looks and behaviour. She only judges those who are mean and who deserve it. She'd quietly tell her sister about them, and the office fight starts.

She sometimes bend the rules for her own (and her sister's) benefits for themselves. She can be hardworking (if she puts enough effort into it), fulfilling her duties to the fullest and the best that she can. Not as strict as she looks, sometimes slack while doing paperwork, reading, or playing games.

However, in serious situations, she can be quite ruthless in her methods in accomplishing tasks. Very calculative and executes her plans with impeccable efficiency.

Alt mode: customised underwater Seacraft (similar to Deepbite kind of mode)

Also! They are both combiners! They turn into Skysplitter, a more well-known Star Guardian. They use Skysplitter to stake down stronger enemies (other planets?). Skyspiltter is them combined, not a different person entirely, like parts of them combine and create this persona with their memorise. Very serious personality. Idk how to describe it from there lmao.

Also they have a special feature!! Weapon and meiser relationship. (If Shadow X can become invisible, they can do this)

Solarblitz turns into a sword and shield for Cresent Guard. (Huge sword and shield)

Cresent guard turns into a machine gun (inspired by Trigun Wolfwood) (which could also work as a shield) and gun.

They are generally okay people, not the best, though. (They have their flaws)

The events on Machina are not smoothen out but I'll leave it in point form.

- catch criminal

- Cresent gets hurt, coma very long

- Solar sad, depressed. Rage and alcoholism

- Recover with help from love interest

- Fall of Machina, tried to protect the people. Could not, evacuated with her sis and a small group of other bots.

- Crash landed on planet with pod. They all try to fix it. the goal is to find other survivors

-attacked by native species, evacuated to the fixed escape pod.

- they sacrificed themselves to keep the native species away. Their bodies are left stranded on that planet while the others escaped.

That's all for now!! Tata!

- 🦐

[designation-v1]

>STATEMENT: I BELIEVE I HAVE FOUND A HUMAN SETTLEMENT.

>STATEMENT: THERE IS AN ABUNDANCE OF ODDLY SHAPED SEACRAFT HERE.

[jedi-order-apologist]

The Whispering Lighthouse

Those that dabble in the dark side of the Force leave traces behind, and the Jedi are called on to clean it up. Written for Fandom Empire Monopoly 2024 - Prompt: "The Whispering Lighthouse" and Jedi June - Prompt: "Cross-lineage mentorship"

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Aayla shivered. Normally, she preferred to forgo her cloak whenever she could, but she was grateful she had kept it for this excursion, even if the cold had little to do with the actual temperature of the air or the mists rising from the waves that crashed against the rocks.

She pulled her cloak tighter against herself as she hurried after Master Windu as he strode ahead of her towards the imposing structure.

It was a lighthouse, meant to warn off water vessels. Or it had been, a long time ago. No light had shone from it in centuries, and seacraft had relied far more on their onboard technology for longer than that. But recently, the inhabitants of this planet had been seeing that technology fail, and lost many a craft against its shores.

The people had had their suspicions as to why. When the lighthouse had first gone dark all those centuries ago, it had been the work of some dabbler in the dark side of the Force, who had commandeered the remote lighthouse to conduct his twisted experiments. Though the culprit had long since joined the Force, the effects of those things tended to...linger.

Which was why the Jedi’s aid had been requested. No one else wanted to risk going near the place.

“Be cautious, padawan,” Master Windu said as Aayla caught up with him. “You may not share your Master’s gifts, but I recommend avoiding touching anything nonetheless.”

Aayla nodded. “I have the tools the archivists gave us.”

“Then let’s begin.”

Master Windu opened the door with a gesture. Both he and Aayla held their lightsabers aloft, spilling blue and violet light into the dark space as they advanced.

The place echoed. Even when they stood still, simply scanning the area for any sort of dark artifact, there were sounds, and things not quite like sounds that scratched and groaned and whispered in the Force. It bit at Aayla, trying to push her and Master Windu out, away from there. It very nearly rattled her, but she looked to Master Windu, who took steadying breaths, and copied his example.

She would not be controlled by fear.

Whenever they found anything that felt like trouble, with the tools the archivists had given them, they carefully handled the books and unknown instruments, and deposited them into the specialized storage containers.

When they were done, they would take these things back to the Temple, where the archivists would sort through them, and determine what could be purified, what could be sealed, and what needed to be destroyed.

It wasn’t as exciting as some field missions, and the cold whispers of past miseries seeping through the place made it downright unpleasant, but it was no less important work, and Aayla was, ultimately, pleased to fulfill her duties as a Jedi in this way.

[mamadarama]

Off topic from previous ask but you ever look at how ridiculour Madara's stats are? You telling me this guy is born and he's just physically gifted strong? Tall? Buff? Okay whatever... Next you know he can play multiple instruments and it's the least you expect of him. Him playing a cello??? Violin??? Okay he can't get any more ridiculous right— he's fluent in multiple languages, English only being one of them. You're telling me this guy likely knows my mother tongue because our language is just somewhat up there in the list of languages japanese people learn. You're telling me he'll take me anywhere and boom he goes "yeah I speak the local language I can read this Chinese menu for you. Italian? Piece of cake. Norwegian? Ahh a little hard but (speaks fluently)". And then you learn about his multiple seacraft and aircraft licenses like my man can drive a MILITARY HELICOPTER?.??????? A BOAT???? YOU'RE 20 WHEN DID YOU HAVE THE TIME TO DO THIS???? (Then again I haven't been able to access his older stories so there might be a mention where he was just taught to as a kid of the Yakuza whatever. And you remember this man, out of all things, is an IDOL. He's a solo one too and a fairly decent one at that, enough to hate being compared to because he's skilled. HOW DOES HE HAVE THE TIME FOR THIS. YOU'RE NOT EVEN 20. Okay he might be barely 20 now BUT STILL.??? HE'S RIDICULOUS. DONT GET ME STARTED ON BEING A SUCCESSOR OF ONE OF THE 5 ECCENTRICS REI MOTHERFUCKING SAKUMA... He's... An explosive...

- Madara yume anon 🍀

OK SO HERES THE THING WITH THAT. obviously hes a swiss army knife of a man, jack of all trades, etc that much is clear. but its fully his choice to be this way. some stuff is coincidental of course, like his body type is just like that (although he does still work out) and some of his skills he learned as a necessity of being kanatas caretaker/bodyguard (martial arts probably, smuggling magazines for kanata to read), and traveling alone as much as he does, being fluent in multiple languages is not optional. but then theres stuff like operating heavy machinery.... and fighting with weapons... and basically everything else. why would he need any of that? well thing is, he hates himself. his self worth is entirely reliant on his ability to be useful to other people .

when you have a long term relationship with someone, especially if it spans a part of both your childhoods, you grow into each other like a skin graft. if one person is cut away from the other because theyre unable to be there for some reason, the place they occupied will eventually heal over.... and when they come back, there will no longer be a place for them. theyre replaced by new skin, or something like that. like, when madara was exiled and forced away from kanata, he eventually met chiaki, who filled every role madara used to fill (including the one in his family— i believe chiaki and madaras mother are on good terms but dont quote me on that i dont remember where i got it from) and when he managed to get back to japan, he was superfluous, which is a fate worse than death to him. so he learns how to do anything and everything, hoping that at some point one of his skills will be useful to someone and hell have a reason to live again.

tldr; madara knows how to do so much on purpose because the more things he can do, the more opportunities there are for being able to help people. and the more obscure skills he knows, the more irreplaceable he becomes, safeguarding him from becoming unneeded in his friends lives despite his constant absence .

as for the successor thing we still dont really know what rei means by that, cuz according to ritsu madara has been coming over their house for "successor business" for years, even before the war (i think) so it very well could have absolutely nothing to do with idol stuff . maybe its just an excuse to have crazy gay sex idk lol

[mo-xy]

Hans Gude (1825–1903) From the Inlet of Oslo, 1874, oil on canvas, 140 x 98.3 cm, National Museum, Oslo..Depicting clouds and atmospheric effects was Hans Gude's speciality, as did the reflection of sunlight on water. In the 1840s and 1850s he mainly painted highland landscapes, before progressing to coastal imagery; these preferences were perhaps motivated by his summertime visits to his parents in Norway. More important, however, was probably the increasing popularity of maritime painting among the general public. The pathos of the highlands was supplanted by spectacular images of coastlines and breakers, but also the more harmonious scenes of majestic seacraft in the waters of Eastern Norway became popular.'From the Inlet of Oslo', of which Gude made several versions, epitomizes the artist's many depictions of the fjord in a sea breeze. The sun is obscured by fair weather clouds, and Akershus Fortress is visible in the background. The viewer's gaze passes over a few small craft and glittering waves inward toward the dominating sailing ship, and the composition is rounded out by a fullrigged ship anchored in front of Kolsås in the distance. A puff of smoke at the edge of the horizon intimates that we are in the age of the steamer. The luminous intensity is heightened by Gude juxtaposing dark pictorial elements with the illuminated surface of the sea.Gude's brother built model ships as a hobby, and Gude used these models as reference when working on maritime paintings in his studio.

[lcvetapped]

       𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 that surrounded Bilgewater proved both infamous and feared . . . even amongst the might and valor of a military nation such as Noxus . . . legends could be sung about the dreaded Gangplank's escapades . . . or Miss Fortune's successful battles against the metal juggernauts of their war ships ; yet such affairs proved tiresome , on captain, crew , and resources a like .

       These notions did not find themselves applicable when it came to trade ships sailing out from Noxian ports . . . much like the unfortunate vessel that was currently under siege by the dastardly crew of The Syren , led of course by their feared captain . . . Sarah Fortune .

       ❝ Swipe whatever loot your hearts desire , lads ! ❞ a woman's voice could be heard from behind the thick veils of smoke that filled the invaded deck . . . its source drawn towards the bow of the seacraft . . . and more specifically the captain's chambers .

       While the spectacle of looting occured all around her , The Pirate Queen would plant heeled boot firmly against the war torn wood of the chamber door . . . causing the structure to fly open without so much as an ounce of resistance ; armed with her trusted Shock and Awe . . . Sarah would sweep left and right . . . no whims of the ship captain in sight , peculiar . . . but not all too surprising .

       Emerald irises would catch whisk of the maps sprawled out across the desk of the captain . . . each depicting the newly established trade routes Noxus had established on the sea . . . and all with exceptional levels of detail . . . a mighty fine treasure indeed ; what followed would be Miss Fortune setting down her weapons to begin rolling up the navigation charts in question . . . her aim to take them back to Bilgewater with her all too easily apparent .

       But perhaps this moment of reward would prove deadly ? Or something else entirely ?

      @sincut

[ctrl-alt-tahu]

Piraka by Sea

"Stay out of sight until I signal," said Voriki to Tahu and the others as they left the crumbling Ko-Metru tower to confront the intruders. "They think I am the only Toa in Metru Nui, so the sight of you all will hopefully surprise them and make them think twice about a battle. I don't know how badly you want to face a real foe with those powerless masks and no tools."

"The masks may be powerless, but we are not," said Tahu. "We have spent a long time helpless. We are ready to use ourselves again."

"Who are these enemies?" asked Pohatu. "You called them Piraka? Dark Stalkers?"

"Dark Hunters," said Voriki, though his eyes were on the shadows ahead of them, near the water that stretched from the city to the edge of the dome far beyond, a still, unmoving sea.

"The Dark Hunters are thugs and criminals," said Voriki. "They seek power and pleasure and would rule by fear. I don't know which piraka"--he spat the word out disdainfully--"they've sent, but whomever it is, I'll deal with them as I always have: without mercy."

Onua and Kopaka shared a glance, walking together at the rear of the group. Voriki stopped them just before the last pier, and they lurked in the shadows of a roofless building as Voriki stepped down to the edge of the water, conspicuously visible.

They had arrived just in time: even as Voriki stepped ahead of them, a boat of some kind had become visible in the darkness ahead, propelled by some kind of mechanical motor, which growled softly, its sound carried to them on the waveless sea. The seacraft, whether you called it a boat or something else, was larger than a Ga-Koronan fishing boat, large enough to have held the six Toa of the island with some room to spare, though it was shallow-bottomed, and did not look quite steady on the water, rocking a bit side to side as though driven by a turbulent wind, though the still sea beneath the dome was calm. Perhaps the rocking came from its passengers: and, indeed, not only could it have held six Toa, it was six Toa-sized figures that came into view as it drew nearer: Toa-sized, or even a bit larger--hulking, gangling figures with spiked spines down their backs. Their eyes glowed red in the darkness.

Even as the strangers were becoming clear enough to see, they themselves noted Voriki, and there was a loud muttering across the water, sharply cut when one of them barked at the others. Then there was silence until the boat pulled up near the pier, only a dozen feet from Voriki.

"They said you were gone, Toa," the leader of the hulking creatures said, his voice deep as he spat out the final word. He was the heaviest-set of the six figures, and in the dim light near the shore, his colour was hard to discern. There were protrusions like horns on either side of his head, and his wide teeth were set in a permanent scowl. Without a Kanohi, even his speech and bipedal stature couldn't remove the impression to the hiding Toa that he was alien, like a Rahi imitating a Toa.

"Your spies are too hasty," said Voriki. "Metru Nui is not unprotected."

"You are one, Toa," said the other, now looming directly above Voriki, his red eyes menacing in the darkness. "We have delayed this encounter long enough. The Shadowed One extends but one chance to surrender peacefully. You have already rejected that chance."

Light sparked around Voriki, especially about his mask and the head of his staff, as he drew in power, electricity crackling around him.

"You will leave Metru Nui," said Voriki, his voice tense as he held in the growing power. "While I live, this city shall never submit to your dark master."

"Then die, Toa." The Piraka's voice was flat, save for, again, the final word, from which distain dripped. He swiped across the last few feet of water with a long, golden weapon that scythed across the water, just missing Voriki, who stepped back. Neither the leader nor the others on the boat got a second attempt, as Voriki swung his staff and released the lightning. The bolt did not travel straight, but bent up in an enormous arc. The brutes had all instinctively flinched away, but they would not have been fast enough had Voriki been aiming for them--but he had not. Instead, the lightning bolt struck the very tip of the ship's bow and the kinetic force, which would otherwise have shattered it, spun it end over end. The hulking brutes were flung into the sea, flailing angrily, but quickly making for shore.

"He missed!" breathed Lewa to the others in dismay.

"No," said Tahu quietly. "He's leaving them a way out."

On the pier, Voriki turned and nodded at the shadows.

"Did you see their weapons?" asked Gali. "And they are strong."

"We are strong too," said Onua.

"Come," said Tahu, and he stepped out of the shadows. The other Toa gathered behind him, a semi-circle behind Voriki even as the half-drowned enemies climbed out of the water.

"No," Voriki stepped over the prone body of the first body, the butt of his staff jammed into its shoulder. "Go back to your master and tell him that Metru Nui remains free. Whomever opened the sea-gates, take them with you."

But Voriki had been too confident, and the prone figure glared at him, and the glowing red eyes released a blast. Voriki stumbled backward, surprised. His armour sizzled and hissed on his forearm, where the brute's heat vision had struck.

"Necro nui," he swore to himself, regaining his composure, striking the brute hard with his staff, but the other five were coming ashore, hulking and red-eyed.

"Toa!" the leader spat again, and he seemed wary of the six of them. "You should have come bearing stiffer arms!"

"Fire is the only arm I need," said Tahu evenly, even as he raised a ball of fire in his outstretched hand. The wind whipped behind him as Lewa drew near, and the previously-still sea began to churn as Gali raised her arms. The three others stood menacingly behind, but there was a groan in land as Pohatu tapped his foot.

The five brutes surged ashore heedlessly, searing heat blasting from their eyes, long weapons raking ahead of them. Voriki dealt another blow to the one prone figure, but backed away carefully toward the others, his staff pointed toward the oncomers, already crackling as he prepared for another strike of lightning.

As Voriki moved out of the way, Tahu allowed his fireball to grow, and Lewa caught it on the wind, blasting it forward in a billowing flame toward the enemy, who had not emerged quite far enough from the sea, which Gali raised in waves and drove into them, knocking them forward right into the blazing fireball. Onua and Pohatu nodded to each other, and in a matching, sweeping motion, they tensed and clenched their hands, leaning away from each other, each pulling the land out from beneath the stumbling enemies.

It was only a lucky, stray bolt from one of the brute's eyes that struck Gali in the upper arm, but it was enough for her to wince and lose control of the waves--hard enough to control without tools anyway. The waves behind the enemy ceased, but Voriki chose this moment to unleash lightning again, which struck the leader directly, knocking him over completely. He sizzled as he lay on the roiling ground.

Tahu let his fire cease for a moment.

"Your boat is next, unless you board it immediately."

"Seven is more than we reckoned for," grumbled one of the brutes, starting toward the shore. He paused to look at Voriki.

"The Shadowed One will send more next time," he said. "We were all that was handy when the gates opened. Now that he knows they DO open, he will take your city."

"Take him with you," Voriki pointed at their leader, who lay prone in the divot caused by Onua and Pohatu. "Your master can taste the same fate, if he comes." Two of the brutes glanced at each other, shrugged, and each grabbed a foot. They dragged their leader behind them, tossing him onto the boat that Gali had wafted back toward them.

"This isn't over, Toa," leered the one who had spoken last. "We would not be so merciful to you."

Voriki said nothing in reply, but electricity sparkled around his mask. The boat pushed away, moving lazily out toward the far-off edge of the dome.

"I need to get up to the top of a tower to watch them," said Voriki.

"Take out your glider," said Kopaka. "Lewa can give you a boost." Voriki nodded, unfolded his gliding wing, and stretched it out. Lewa took a deep breath, and then a gale erupted as he exhaled, and he twisted his hands, Voriki soaring up from the ground, gliding on the wind until he came to rest at the top of the seaward-most tower that had not collapsed. He landed, and Lewa gasped, bent over from the exertion.

"We're still far from full form," noted Onua, putting a steadying hand on Lewa's shoulder.

It was a long wait as Voriki remained at the top of the tower; hours passed. The enemy wasn't putting my effort into their return voyage, but were only slowly drifting away into darkness. "Morning," when the wan lights over the dome glowed a little brighter, covering the fallen city in a grey twilight, dawned as they waited, and Jaller appeared with Tephrys.

"We watched with Skori," he told Tahu. "We saw you drive them off. You did well."

Tahu nodded to the Matoran's praise.

"We should get you home," he said. "Alas, but I do not wish to return without the Golden Kanohi."

"I do not like leaving my post," said Jaller, "and I don't know how things fare against the Rahkshi."

"He's getting ready to strike," said Tephrys quietly. The Po-Matoran had kept an eye on Voriki, and, indeed, the distant figure atop the tower had tensed and now thrust with his staff, and lightning arced across the sea, for a split second lighting it as though it were truly day.

"What is he doing?" asked Pohatu. "I can't see that far."

"None of us can," said Kopaka. "He's destroying their ship."

Above them, Voriki was gliding down from the tower.

"But were the enemy still aboard?" asked Gali. Tahu shrugged.

Voriki landed not far away.

"I gave them something else to think about and to tell their master, but destroying their vessel won't be nearly enough. Forget my bravado: if the Shadowed One comes in person, Metru Nui needs every defence." He looked at Tephrys first. "Find Tehutti. We need to reseal the Sea-Gates." Tephrys nodded, and turned to jog away.

"Coming?" he asked Jaller, who looked to Tahu. Tahu nodded.

"Do as you wish, captain--we certainly won't leave without you."

Jaller chased after Tephrys. Then Voriki turned to the others.

"You fight like no Toa I've known, though perhaps that's few enough. The control you have over your elements--it would have been impressive if you had your tools, but without them…" he shook his head. "Six Piraka would have been a handful by myself, but you made short work of them. If the Shadowed One really does send any force against us, we will need you."

"We have a duty to our own villages," said Tahu. "We can make few promises, but we are not quite ready to return yet."

"First," said Kopaka. "It is your turn to tell us a story. We told you of our island, how we came there, how we have fought the Makuta. Now you need to tell us your story."

"It is a long story," warned Voriki.

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Thirteen: Teatherton (Beach)

She was a real vintage statuesque beauty, all right.

Thievery at sea had introduced Alex to all kinds of seacraft - mostly obnoxious man-made white whales that barged through the tides, currents be damned, practically begging to be boarded and relieved of their sparkling burdens. The ship Alex stood in the presence of now wore weathered wood; her ropes were retired and she had no voyages left in her, but in rest, she was beautiful. A tear stung Alex's eye and she swiped it away. Sea salt in the air, of course.

Before moving to this unique beach property with an 'as is, where is' pirate ship placed there by the previous eccentric owner, Alex threw one last gathering at her trailer in the village. She called Jules to see if she could make it - the answer was unfortunately no, on account of a doctor's appointment.

"...I'm pregnant, mum."

So that was it then. She'd left the village after becoming a mother and she was checking out again, this time in advance of becoming a grandmother. Too late to put up the sails now, though - the deposit was already made. Cyd and Penny, the honoured guests of the gathering in the end, couldn't help overhearing and congratulating Alex. They pointed out she could always come back and visit. They had a couch for her to crash on anytime!

Alex considered the kind couch offer as she dug into the sand for shells. She had a new backyard and she was determined to enjoy it - if only that odd nag of selfishness could've been left behind too.

[howlingday]

Assuming Godzilla didn’t do so in Argus, when did he first use his Atomic breath?

Honestly, I'm still kinda debating on whether or not he used his atomic breath on the Leviathan. I don't have any plans for future kaiju-sized Grimm, so it would make sense for him to use his atomic breath against it. But I also don't want to cheapen it as a "Oh, he can just finish the fight from the start" or something. I don't know. Maybe I'm overthinking this...

Okay, how about this? I'll describe what Godzilla probably did during the fight, and if it doesn't sound good, then it'll just be a first draft and we'll work from there.

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Okay, so Godzilla V. Leviathan takes place after the Colossus is out of commission, with Caroline Cordovin laying there defeated, expecting a death blow. Instead, the Leviathan crawls from the sea where Godzilla entered Argus from, since he took out the hard-light wall protecting the city. It'll grab hold of his tail and try to drag him into the water. Angered by this, Godzilla tugs his tail to shore, in a sort of tug-of-war with the Grimm.

With one final yank, the Leviathan lands ashore in the residential district. Rolling off the ground and crushing a few houses doing so, the Grimm stands and lets out a roar to intimidate Godzilla. Not threatened in the slightest, Godzilla gives a roar back and charges at the Leviathan. They crash together, booming like an explosion. There, it's an exchange of claws.

As the Schnee Dust Company and Atlas Military coordinate to evacuate the civilians to safety, Jacques Schnee stares out at the carnage he brought forth. It shakes something in him, especially while the two titans duke it out in the middle of the city. Willow keeps tugging on his arm before choosing instead to evacuate her son to safety with her and Winter. General Ironwood barks orders to his men, then approaches Jacques. The two then watch in horror as more and more destruction occurs. Never before had either man felt so helpless.

Meanwhile, down below, the Leviathan snaps Godzilla's arm in its jaw, attempting to rip it off and also tries to dig its massive claws into Godzilla's hide. Godzilla is too tough for the Grimm and reaches forward to bite the massive fin on the Grimm's spine. It shrieks out in pain, letting go of Godzilla and pushing away to safety. It then tackles Godzilla, using its greater size to try pushing him to the water, where the Leviathan holds the advantage (or what it assumes is the advantage).

Tripping over something (not sure if it's a barricade between the wharf and the sea or something more feasibly sturdy), Godzilla falls into the water, with the Grimm holding it down as it swims deeper into the water. There is a faint light that grows dimmer and dimmer. Minutes feel like years as the audience watch with bated breath as the battle becomes unseen.

General Ironwood steps away to inform his men that the monsters have taken to the sea and that all seacraft should dock at the nearest port that isn't Argus. Once confirmed, Jacques finally speaks, and it's with words of regret. Had he known that this would have happened, he wouldn't have pushed for the project to be restarted. The general says, "Save the regret for after you stand trial" explaining that he intends to press legal charges against him that will hold him accountable for the destruction of Argus. At this, Jacques regains his fight as he snarls and warns that if he tries, he'll counter-sue to pin the blame on the general and his military for being too weak to stop the project, and even has documents proving that the military also funded the project.

This bickering was ended by an explosion from the water. Looking down, they see the Leviathan crawling onto the shore. At this, both men are silent, though their fear was still palpable. It eyes them both with its banefully red eyes. It digs it's claws into the outpost wall, attempting to climb to reach the men. General Ironwood reaches for his gun, ready to shatter the window to try a final attempt to kill the Grimm. Jacques shouts at him, saying "If that monster couldn't kill him, what makes you think you can?!" General Ironwood replies, "Even if I die, at least I'll die fighting it instead of screaming like a coward."

As the Leviathan digs its claw into the outpost again, it's knocked down by a dust-encased tail to its torso. Yelping in pain, it falls onto its back, its spinal frill trapped in the ground (or something better, maybe?). Godzilla steps closer, glaring down at the Grimm. It roars in defiance.

Suddenly, its tail starts glowing a dim light, glowing brighter and brighter until it's all white (or maybe black, since it's all colors?). The dust further up the tail did the same, as did the ones on his legs, arms and back. They not only shine, but they also extend from his body as well. The crystals shine brighter and brighter until they become blinding. Then the dust sinks into his body, and Godzilla opens his mouth at the Leviathan, unleashing its "atomic breath" at the Grimm. It screams in agony until all that's left is scorching earth.

As the ash fades away, Godzilla looks to the outpost, where the Grimm had been climbing. At the top, he sees two humans and one of them is armed. General Ironwood holsters his gun, and Godzilla lets out a grumble. He then retreats to the sea, sinking beneath the waves almost instantly.

The people of Argus and Atlas survived... for now.

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What do you guys think? Good? Bad? Some way to make it better? Please let me know!

[lord-overlips]

Heart meme - Seacrest (Seacrestseacon)

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)- Cute FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗(how close a friend they consider them) - Not quite as terrified of him as Trepan. That's a good start. SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them) - He's still cute... but in way that reminds him of human boxed and crumbed seafood portions ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗(hoping for a romantic relationship) - He really needs to get to know Seacraft a little better first

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

[fratboycipher]

i just think that maybe if you didnt want to die in a catastrophic experimental seacraft failure you shouldnt have signed several waivers confirming that you were aware of the risk of dying in a catastrophic experimental seacraft failure and paid 250,000 dollars to confirm that you were in fact completely on board to do the activity with a high risk of dying in a catastrophic experimental seacraft failure but maybe thats just me

[kobold-sanctuary-buss-island]

Buss Island is on lockdown.

Due to the incredibly high threat levels present yesterday, no surface activities will be comitted on Buss Island. All residents are to remain in safe zones. Any aircraft or seacraft approching the island are to be destroyed immediately.

Personnel outside of Buss Island are advised to shelter in place. Jim has been advised to move to a secure location. I myself will move to a seperate secure location.

If any island personnel are injured in this time, the event will be reported to me and i will decide whether to initiate Operation Excelsior or not. If i am incapacitated, Operation Excelsior starts automatically. If my wife is incapacitated, Operation Excelsior will be started.

You have been warned, @the-gnomish-bastard. I do not want to do this.

[mentality-of-wukong-au]

Motherfack- this is how you treat your family?!.*Drives the boat faster.*

*Crystals start shooting towards the sky and protecting the crew*

Jia Chunhua from the distance: Qiqiang! You destroy one of my boats and I’ll place poison ivy on your backyard!

Kang Qiqiang from the sky but not seen: Why do you even keep those stupid boats! The Queen’s Anne Revenge was from YOUR EX!

Jia Chunhua: It’s a good pirate ship and you know it! Besides it’s beautiful!

Kang Qiqiang: UGH! Fine I’ll leave your stupid seacrafts alone! Blackbeard simp…

Jia Chunhua: WHAT’D YOU SAY?!

Kang Qiqiang: You never heard me!