#still need to decide on the name of the orca

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

Former Italian President and Senator Giorgio Napolitano has passed away today at 98 years old. He's been the first (and for now only) member of the Italian Communist Party to become president of the republic. He's also been the first president to be re-elected after the end of his first mandate. I genuinely believe he, as president of the republic, has saved Italy from crashing down in a phase of profound crisis. I named one of my plushies after him (a dolphin).

Goodbye President 🇮🇹

[chiropteracupola]

my strategy of acquiring various soft beasts that support specific parts of my body will eventually result in the coveted Stuffed Animal Suit of Armor (suit of armor made of stuffed animals)

[petrichorium]

the merman is back.

it’s a little weird how used to him you’ve gotten. he’d only shown up for the first time a few months ago, but when you’re largely alone out on the boat or in your oceanfront lab there’s no shortage of ways for him to visit with nobody around.

he’s yet to tell you a name, but after the first few weeks of silence he suddenly revealed a passable understanding of english; when he speaks it's rudimentary, but he clearly understands everything you say, even if he doesn’t listen half the time.

you haven’t gotten the nerve to get in the water with him. in fact, you haven’t gotten in the water at all since he arrived, even when your colleagues are around and he’s notably not. he’s massive, his tail alone being well over two meters long and possessing the torso of a man who would tower over you on dry land (a handsome man, you're begrudged to admit, with those broad shoulders and blood red eyes and that ash blond hair that somehow looks good immediately coming out of the water). he’s assured you in his blunt, curt way that of course he doesn’t want to eat you but you still have anxieties about getting out into the open water you’ve always loved and being pulled under by a fucking sea monster.

he’s getting bolder, though. when you take the boat out today, he follows it, like the dolphins used to back when you operated out of the keys; that sleek black body would be terrifying just from the size, like seeing a fully grown orca bump up against the hull.

and when you weigh anchor, almost immediately, the boat keels aftward when he pulls himself onto the deck.

you shriek and he immediately pins you with a steely glare. he’s never done that before. it’s fucking terrifying, though he’s not managed to drag his whole body up and you’re a little comforted by that. it’s just his arms—two massive, heavily muscled things that are flexed and crossed in front of him, holding his head, shoulders, and much of his human-like torso up out of the water with ease. that enormous tail trails behind him and it’s still terrifying to see, your heart skipping a beat every time the shimmering orange markings catch your eye.

you don’t know what you’ll do if he decides to come all the way onto the boat. he wouldn’t be able to maneuver that well, but where the fuck would you go? into the damn water?

“fucking christ!” you yelp. “don’t just do that, motherfucker!”

“calm,” he snaps as he rolls his eyes.

the urge to flip him the bird is overshadowed by the knowledge that he wouldn’t understand, and you’re too frazzled to explain what go fuck yourself means. instead, you turn back around to clean up the cabin that he’s managed to mess up.

“oi, human, come.”

you huff, shouting your name at him and pointedly refusing to turn away from your task. he’s clearly annoyed at that, and you belatedly realize that perhaps if you’re really that terrified of him coming onto the boat you shouldn’t provoke him. luckily, rather than heaving himself up, he jerks the entire hull.

it’s a smooth motion for him, gripping the stern and rolling his tail so that the boat moves with him. it’s like being out in a storm, and though you’re well aware that it’s just your needy visitor, your sea-hardened stomach still lurches at the familiar feeling.

you stumble out of the cabin, careful not to be thrown over the edge. “i’m out! holy shit, i have a damn job you know, i can’t spend all my time catering to your whims.”

he stops as soon as you get back on deck. “calm,” he tells you again, and you're really starting to hate the word, “too loud.”

“who’s fucking fault is that? don’t rock my damn ship.”

“sit,” he demands rather than apologizing.

there are a plethora of reasons not to. you won’t be able to get away quickly if you need to, you shouldn’t be encouraging his demands by obliging immediately, you really do have a job to do instead of… whatever this is—instead of listening to any one of those reasons, you ease yourself down with your legs crossed a little ways away from where he’s holding himself.

he snarls, baring a mouthful of sharp teeth. “closer.”

“no,” you snap. “not if you’re threatening me.”

his mouth shuts immediately, brow furrowed and lips pouting in an expression that’s less pleading or apologetic and more contemplative.

“not a threat,” he seems to settle on saying.

you roll your own eyes. “yeah. okay.”

“come here.”

“why?”

“wanna feel you.”

that throws you for a loop. what could he mean by that? you realize that perhaps he’s as fascinated by you as you are by him.

you’ve caught him staring at your body in the past. he’s never reacted like you’d expect—if you’d caught a human looking at you like that and then turning away when you caught his eye, he’d have been checking you out. but when it’s an apex predator of a different species, there’s an entirely different context, one you’re even less enthused about.

you’re standing before you’ve fully thought it through, fully freaked and ready for him to go. you barely get to uncross your legs, however, before he lunges.

it’s far faster than your not-normally-hunted-because-you’re-a-modern-person mind can follow. a cold, clawed hand snaps out to latch around your ankle and yanks you downward, slamming your back into the boat’s coarse deck and then dragging you towards the edge. there’s not even time for you to shriek.

this is it, you think. he’s going to eat you now; he’ll drag you under and rip you apart, or maybe he’ll drown you first as a mercy. you hope he doesn’t want to play with you further, drag you into the water and let go to make you swim because he wants a chase.

the moment your ankle hits the water he stops.

you’re breathing heavily, free leg still braced on the deck, arms finding purchase on a pole nearby. his whole body is underwater aside from his eyes and the very top of his head, but you can still see that massive dark shadow—only little flashes of that pretty orange-gold patterning visible as his scales glint beneath the sun—and it sends a thrill through you. he’s so ungodly enormous.

that hand is still around your ankle, but it’s looser now. his mouth is beneath the waves so he doesn’t speak, but his eyes are soft and almost regretful as he regards you.

“okay…” you move slowly, getting to a better position. it pulls your captive ankle from the water and the movement causes his grip to tighten as if he’s reluctant to remove it—he doesn’t stop you, but he doesn’t let you go. you’re forced to sit on the edge of the deck with your feet dangling over the side.

“let me feel you,” he tries again, as if he’s giving you a choice.

“ask,” you decide upon demanding. his words have made you realize, with a burst of shame and a promise to never tell anyone in the future, that you’re not entirely opposed to the strange rude merman feeling you.

you’re gifted a growl, not unlike the snarl from before but lacking the teeth. he’s learning, you realize, not only in not baring those terrifying weapons at you but also in removing his hand from your ankle.

“can i… touch you,” he spits out, like the words and your request are insulting.

and again you think there are far too many reasons to give in just like that. you’ve been around enough children to know that rewarding problematic behavior is hardly the way forward, but there’s a certain part of your brain that’s in control right now and it’s not particularly interested in breaking him of his demanding attitude (quite the contrary, to your chagrin, this very annoying part of your brain is enjoying it).

“are you sure you’re not going to eat me?”

“no eating.” he huffs, wrinkling his nose.

“what, i smell bad or something.”

he regards you, approaching a little closer, and you resist the urge to pull your legs up to hold your knees to your chest.

“smell good,” he says, “not like food.”

all right.

“fine, then. if you’re not going to take a bite out of my calf, then… sure. feel me, i guess.”

he’s just as fast as before, not even waiting for you to finish your sentence before he’s lashing out and grabbing your leg again. this time, he’s not looking at your face; he’s focused entirely on your feet, those big hands inspecting them thoroughly.

it’s rough, and you’re a little glad because if he’d been gentle it would have likely been too ticklish. he’s still careful with his massive claws; you’re sure they’re sharp enough to pierce your skin with ease, and he’s clearly skilled enough to avoid it. you’re more than thankful, because you’ve seen how he hunts with them (he’s dropped disemboweled fish in front of you before as strange gifts) and you don’t want your legs to end up like his prey even if he doesn’t eat you.

he moves on from your feet, both hands latching onto one calf and almost massaging it in reverence. his face is even closer now; you really ought to be more worried by the proximity of those teeth to your skin, but the fascination on his face is so enthralling.

by the time he reaches the back of your knee, you're tensing. while before he’d been mostly in the water, he’s very nearly at your height now, holding himself up by his grip on you and an awkward hold on the deck with his spare hand.

and then he’s at your thigh, and your breath is heavy.

because he’s basically laid out on your lap, one arm wrapped entirely around your upper leg such that his large palm rests flush, fingers spread, against the plush flesh of your inner thigh. and he’s no less fascinated, expression no less sincere, as he pulls further up to get closer.

“warm,” he says, more to himself than you. he blinks, as if shaking away a daze, and his eyes jump up from your thighs to look at your stomach. “soft…”

his head drops. you jump, caught up in the strange haze he's brought with him but snapping out of it as he lays his head on your lap. your heart thumps erratically, your breath long bated. he’s not looking at your thigh anymore, and not your face either—he’s locked on your stomach, your loose t-shirt having ridden up slightly to reveal more bare skin.

you ought to see it coming, really, but when that big, cold hand moves from your thigh to your torso, sliding smoothly beneath your shirt and running up your bare stomach, you yelp and jolt back.

he startles, and then he’s gone, slipping back off you and disappearing down into the murky water. you’re left panting, with nothing but a very wet body and the ghost of his touch on your legs…

and the heat of your face at the knowledge that, while you’d been surprised, you kind of wanted him to go further.

[mamirhodessxox]

Silly prompts I decided not to publish

Indications of smut

IHYM

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“I mean it made sense to put you as an assassin, your killing body count is over 60.” “Okay well I have my reasons.” Cody & Sasha

“So what do we do if we get caught by the fbi?” “We won’t.” 2 hours later “State your name & why your in here please” “god fucking damnit seth.”-Marianna & Seth

“Is sasha okay? She came out here limping.” “Don’t worry about it Barbra. You wouldn’t wanna know”-Barbra & Randy

“Be a good girl & sit here, don’t speak don’t think just look pretty f’me kay?” “Fine but I expect you to fuck me later.”-Cody & Sasha

“WHO THE FUCK RUINED MY DEVILED EGGS FOR EASTER!?” “Uh ohhh…”-Marianna & seth

*Cody & Randy seeing one of romans business buildings blow up during a heist & start running by sasha* “Sasha what did you do?!” “Oh my god stop! I made sure nobody was in there! I’m just a girl.” “It’s like 2001 all over again.” “What did she do in 2001?!” “Nothing you should worry about right now.”Cody, Sasha & Randy

“Guys I think I’m lactose intolerant” “You didn’t think about that when you broke the fucking toilet in 2013?” “Shut up.”-Seth & Cody

“Why is Sasha on the kitchen table singing 80’s music?” “She’s drunk.”-Cody & Marianna

*Barbra holding a 70’s house party & Sasha pushing a fake mustache on his face & seth walks in* “OHh shit! Freddie Mercury in the hizzhouse!” “Shut the fuck up Seth.” “C’mon sing! Sing me bohemian rhapsody.” “I’m going to kill you when your sisters not looking.”-Seth & Cody

“GUYS I THINK I BROKE MY RIB DOING THE FUCKING WORM?!” “I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THE WORM NOBODY DOES THAT IN THE 70S” “OKAY WELL I STILL DID IT!”-Cody & Sasha

“State your name & Age.” “I want to speak to my lawyer.” “You blew up an entire bus full of cocaine. We don’t think you should have a lawyer.”-FBI Agent & Seth

“I don’t think you should cuss around a baby.” “Really? I don’t think you should be around a fucking baby.”-Seth & Cody

“Cody & I have decided that we are just gonna be the cool rich Aunt & Uncle because I really don’t feel like tearing open my vagina for a child who’s got a large head like Cody.” “Okay my head was NOT that big as an infant relax” “whatever You say airhead”-Sasha & Cody

“Now who the hell is gonna give me grandchildren?” “Don’t worry mom I’m still seeing Becky.” “The fact becky still wants you is shocking.”-Barbra, Seth & Randy

“Marianna what did you do with Athena’s body?” “Fed it to an orca.” “HOW THE FUCK DID YOU FEED HER TO AN ORCA?” “I have my ways.”-Randy, Seth & Marianna

“I like my women mentally unstable.” “Of course you do, that why you’re dating my sister.” “She does it so well.” “At being a psychopath? Yeah no fuck.”-Cody & Seth

“Bunny where’s my briefcase.” “I set it on fire and dumped it in the ocean.” “Why the fuck would you do that?” “I thought the FBI was going to raid search the house yesterday.”-Randy & Marianna

“guys look I’m a cowgirl for halloween!” “But can you ride me like a cowgirl?” “Cody can you please let me enjoy this costume and get out of my face?”-Sasha & Cody

“Is Sasha okay I hear screaming upstairs?” “Don’t worry about it.”-Marianna & Randy

*Sasha limping a little bit while walking around a mall.* “Sash’ are you okay?? Did you hurt your ankles?” “No but I hurt her va-“ “OOOKAY CODY…Why don’t you look at cigars or something.”-Marianna, Cody & Randy

“Cody where are my panties?” “I ripped them..?” “Why would you do that?!” “Because i was about to rearrange your guts??”-Sasha & Cody

*Sasha, Randy, Marianna, Cody & Seth sneaking into Romans house* “Does anyone know where Sasha Went?” *Gunshots* “found her.”-Randy & Marianna

“Where is Sasha?” *Random screaming in the kitchen & Seth yelling back* “It’s about to get VERY bloody soon somebody stop her.”-Barbra

“Thank you for taking me out to dinner! I really needed it” “I know you did sweetheart, you almost cut off Seth’s hand for breathing near you”-Marianna & Randy

*Randy & Mari at the mall “CAN I PLEASE GET ONE MORE?” “bunny you said that last time to the last 6 other stuffies” “PLEAAA-“ *Randy buying the 80000th stuffed animal* “Thank you :3”-Randy & Marianna

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[mk-nightrider]

- Earthrealm Special Forces - Outerworld Research and Control Agency -

Ever since Shao Kahn's failed invasion of Earthrealm, there has been a pressing need to document and study the abilities of species from other realms as well as the rising issue of meta humans emerging across the globe. At first this responsibility is left with Earthrealm Special Forces (ESF) as part of their overall mission to defend the realm. But after the Reiko Accords, it became apparent that ESF were unable to balance this responsibility with their primary directive as a defensive strike force. The key deciding factor being how easily Kotal and his then trusted fighters D'Vorah and Erron Black were able to escape and subvert ESF protocols and then abduct Earthrealm citizens.

Thus, the Outerworld Research and Control Agency (ORCA) was established. Their mission; the research, cataloging, containment, and control of those with extra-ordinary abilities that are or may be a threat to Earthrealm's safety. The agency is split into two main divisions in support of this mission. Control and Support. Control is the main division and does as one might expect, leading the charge on addressing antagonistic forces, outerworld persons, and meta humans. The Support division focus on the opposite. Their scope being the identification of citizen meta humans to help them live safe and normal lives as well as supporting and augmenting allied outerworld persons and meta humans. As a result, secrecy is paramount to ORCA. With all subjects being referred to only by code names and alpha-numerical designations in their documents, the agency dreads the possibility of their data leaking into the hands of an organization like the Red Dragon. With their penchant for human experimentation, they'd surely use the data to abduct and recruit for their sinister purposes.

While technically subordinate to the ESF, they have their own command structure that stands equal with General Blade. Still a fledgling agency at the time of the Outworld Civil War Refugee Crisis, the narrowly missed destruction of the realm by Quan Chi and Shinnok only helped prove how necessary this agency was and saw a new wealthy of funding diverted to their missions. Now they maintain several high security facilities with the most notable being as follows; The Pod, ORCA's headquarters and dedicated research facility located in an isolated section of North Dakota at a decommissioned missile base. Fort Charles, located in Colorado, it already housed a supermax facility for ESF. Now ORCA manages the it. Using it to contain low level threats and to funnel higher level threats to more secretive locations. Locations such as... Brook's Range. Located in Alaska and sharing a name with the mountain range that contains it. Dug into a mountain side and with surrounding inhospitable icy conditions, this facility keeps mid tier threats well contained. Blackrock. Disguised as a disease research facility off the coast of New England, deep underneath is one of their most secure facilities reserved for the highest level threats.

The system that ORCA uses to categorize what threat level an Otherworld Persons or Meta Human may be is called the Threat Evaluation Conditions (TECONS). Based on the Alert Condition systems such as DEFCON. While the system focuses on powers as a led determination in threat, a persons connections or willingness to cause damage, as well as difficulty to contain can also play a part in their determination. This system is not limited to enemies and is also used to classify allies. Tier 1 - Otherworld persons without powers or low level meta humans who's powers could cause minor damage and casualties. Could be easily subdued or contained by a skilled agent. Examples: Johnny Cage, Kabal, Erron Black, Mavado, and the civil war refugees. Tier 2 - Persons that could cause grave damage and casualties. May require a team in order to subdue or contain. Examples: Sheeva, Baraka, Kenshi, Kano Tier 3 - Persons that could cause exceptionally grave damage and destruction. Containment may be exceedingly difficult. Examples; Sub-Zero, Scorpion, Skarlet, Kotal, D'Vorah Tier 4 - Persons that could cause damage on par with natural disasters. Examples: Tremor, Sindel, Fujin Tier 5 - World Enders Examples: Shinnok, Shao Kahn.

A very special thank you to @bdfightclub/ @mkdecimation for their help in developing this idea and for the use of their Blackrock location as one of ORCA's locations in the Nightrider universe.

If you like the idea of ORCA and would like to incorporate it into your Mortal Kombat AU, please do! Just remember the golden rule of credit where it is due. Mostly because I would love to see how other people utilize this agency.

[cyanide-latte]

Get to know my TWST OCs pt. 2

"What Nicknames Do They Have?"

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Figured maybe doing a series of posts like this would help friends and mutuals get to know my OCs better!

Part 1: What Are They Twisted From? | Part 3: Copper's Backstory

While this will pertain to Floyd's and Rook's nicknaming conventions, there's also going to be a second part to this that will be a separate post for additional nicknames from other characters, both canon and others' OCs that have formed a significant relationship with my characters! That'll come later tho.

Copper Benoit:

"Sea Dog" (Floyd) - Initially, since Copper's origin and heritage are rather unknown until later plot developments, Floyd picked this nickname because the wind magic Copper utilizes often has a salty sea tang to it, and because there's a certain irony to it, given Copper has grown up under captivity in a bayou and cannot swim. When it's later revealed he's descended from a legendary pirate captain, Floyd feels vindicated and doubles down on the nickname.

"Petit Brigand | Roi des Brigands" (Rook) - when Copper first visits NRC, Rook pretty quickly clocks that the boy's got no small skill as a thief at the behest of his master forcing Copper to become one. Copper is understandably freaked out when he hears Rook call him "little robber" (how did he figure that out, Copper has looked for every excuse to not actually follow Mr. Stone's demands) and Rook reads him like an open book. When Copper's heritage is revealed, Rook delightedly changes the nickname on impulse.

Mr. Stone and Mr. Lurk:

"Rockfish and Chromium" (Floyd) - according to him, they're placeholder names. Hey, they can't all be perfect right away! However, as time goes on, he sticks with these nicknames for them, deeming both men not worthy of the effort.

Likewise, Rook doesn't believe either of them worth the effort or honor of nicknames.

(Floyd does nickname Augustus and Octavian "the Allibros", just a little portmanteau of "alligator brothers", and it's entirely possible that they might each get individual nicknames in the future if he gets to play with the alligators more after Copper officially keeps them. Same goes for Rook, he's more likely to refer to them with nicknames after Copper makes it clear he's keeping the alligators around in order to free them from Mr. Stone's abusive ownership.)

Wei Renqiao:

"Orca" (Floyd) - people assume that due to WRQ's size and intimidating stature but seemingly amicable nature that this is why Floyd chose the nickname. Sure, that can apply, but early on in their freshman year, Floyd overhead WRQ talking with Riddle about his culture, and the fact that his people used to be nomadic and the way they trace their heritage is matrilineal. This made Floyd say "oh, so like an orca pod" and he's called WRQ "Orca" ever since.

"Grand Génie" (Rook) - credit has to go to my close friend @inmateofthemind for coming up with this one, as a respectful title Rook would use for WRQ. (iirc it means "great genius", though I'm sure it would take a hot second for anyone to puzzle that out)

Wei Xinyi:

"Ribbon Eel" (Floyd) - picked on a whim when hearing WRQ talking about his cousin being genderfluid. Turns out it fits better than Floyd expected when he first sees Wei Xinyi and realizes they're definitely as colorful as a ribbon eel too.

"Monsieur beauté mortelle" (Rook) - Listen. Wei Xinyi is an extremely, breathtakingly beautiful person. Like preternaturally beautiful, and people are often left speechless when they first see him. Rook was no exception and decided to pick a nickname accordingly.

Wei Gang:

"King Salmon" (Floyd)

"Monsieur tradition culturelle" (Rook)

Still working on figuring out how to explain the Watsonian explanation for these ones, as I'm being a little picky; I'll update later as needed.

Chrysanthos Shroud:

"Axolotl" (Floyd) - Chrys makes quite a stark impression when the Octotrio first meets him, but that hardly means that Floyd doesn't take notice of Chrys's limp after he leaves with a flourish. Floyd figures it could be either the result of an old injury that never healed correctly or the sign of an artificial limb. When he later learns the latter guess was correct and Chrys has a prosthetic leg, Floyd delightedly equates him to an axolotl and thus the nickname sticks.

Rook currently has no set nickname for Chrys! He tries to pick one a few different times, though Chrys gently shoots down a number of them with reasonable explanations as to why they might best fit others. The big thing however, is that Rook also winds up getting one of Chrysanthos's lectures and reads where Chrys points out Rook's weaknesses and shortcomings, and tries to offer some advice on what Rook can do to improve. Unlike most other students, who usually take Chrys's call-outs as an attack, Rook appreciates hearing the truth laid out to him, even if it does sting with that delivery. As such, this actually earns Chrys a lot of respect from Rook, so he is undecided on what to actually nickname him as a result (the nickname must be a perfect fit!) so for now, he just calls him "Monsieur Shroud".

Taglist: @blithesharem (thank you for prompting me to do this post in the first place!) @ramshacklerumble @inmateofthemind @tixdixl @simons-twsted-children @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @rainesol (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for stuff about my OCs!)

Also if anyone has any better understanding of French and is willing to (kindly) correct any awkwardness in my selection of Rook's nicknames, please DM me!

[the-chattering-tower]

Hi I'm Karak and I care way too much about overthinking Sornieth beasts sometimes

Also Deeprealm Hunters/Spiney Whales are important in the lore of one of my subclans (Whalesrest Town, which is a stop along yearly ocean migration routes, and these cetaceans are commonly shepherds and guards of many other, less physically imposing species during this demanding journey) and I fuckim love orcas. I'm vibing

So! Thoughts

Deeprealm Hunters and Spiney Whales are the same species. The two different names exist much like "orca" and "killer whale" do in English (if you wanna pile on another one that isn't the latin name, my mother tongue for example calls them both "killer whales" and "sword winged dolphins" which is metal as fuck). The different names stem from the two wildly different morphs initially being interpeted as separate species. The distribution of the two morphs isn't a the same, but there is significant overlap

(Whalesrest Town sees both during the migrations, though Deeprealm Hunters slightly more commonly)

You don't need to avoid them, just don't be rude. Yes, they could kick your ass. No, you aren't obligated to give them a reason to

In terms of intelligence and longevity, they're very much on par with dragons. Magic isn't as much of an essential part of their lives though, with calves slowly mastering it on their way to adulthood and not all of them electing to use it in their day to day lives

Still, a lot of older individuals, especially matriarchs, are known to be quite knowledgeble magic users. Some are even capable of shifting into forms that allow them to live on land both short- and long-term

I Wish We Had Any Timeline/Timescale Reference for lore at all for me to figure out reasonably why they've only been popping up more numerously in the past century or so

Current theory: they were always around, just uncommonly sighted at best and not caring to interact with dragons much (the true aquatic dragons, the undertides, had been gone from the collective dragon conscious for generations by then. The Deeprealm however did not forget. Nor did they stop visiting). With BotE shaking shit up (including Tidelord firing himself), they decided to give this whole Talking To Dragons thing another go, bc hey, everything is going to shit a bit, would you like to maybe work together to prevent collapse of oceanic ecosystems due to Whatever The Fuck Just Happened And Filled Everything With An Extra Dose Of Magic Nonsense bc It's Turning The Frogs Gay Doing Weird Shit To The Fish

[humanjeff]

Leviathan

nobody ever talks about Livyatan Melvillei (named after the biblical Leviathan and author Herman Melville), my favourite murder-whale:

this fellow, with the teeth, comes from an extinct group of sperm whales that scientists refer to as "mega-raptorial" or "hyper-predatory", because they're not allowed to call them "the bloody-jawed terrors of the ancient deeps".

but I can.

look at that skull, those jaws. those teeth are the largest of any toothed predator ever. that guy ate everything.

Livyatan shared an ocean with Otodus megalodon, but Livyatan was only a bit smaller*, was smarter (I can't find exact figures, but a brain maybe 4-5 times the size of a human), and if they hunted in packs like orcas - they're so big that they probably didn't, but MY GOD - then even somewhat-grown megalodon could have potentially been on the menu.

* the exact size of megalodon is uncertain! Livyatan was likely almost as big as a modern sperm whale.

but mostly Livyatan would have fed on baleen whales, and assorted smaller prey. and it would have needed to eat a LOT.

in modern sperm whales the spermaceti organ (melon) that fits in the weird scoop visible on the top of the skull can produce focused sonar waves louder than a jet engine - potentially loud enough to harm or even kill a human diver. the organ and the surrounding skull are also structured to allow ramming attacks - pissed-off sperm whales have sunk boats five times their own mass. Livyatan didn't have as impressive a dome, but would still have had powerful echolocation, and also appears to have had adaptations for ramming, because I guess that sometimes it got bored of murdering with its teeth alone.

tl;dr we are only able to go in the oceans because the rightful owners died out at the end of the Miocene when they ran out of things to murder. also we should probably be nicer to our contemporary sperm whale species in case they ever decide to evolve back.

[herofics]

Hello :D I saw that your requests are open so if that's okay with you I got a request just for Gang Orca!! Not a romantic one tho- a platonic one since y/n will be a child- lemme explain, so you see how Eri's situation used to be? Can I ask for a similar thing with F(y/n) where she gets rescued from a dark basement captured by villains? :0 so basically Gang Orca was the one who recuses her and they're kinda like a father-daughter type since she's mostly with him- and yeah- may I have some hcs? ,-, I've been imagining this with my Oc and I'm going crazy about it-

I didn't know if I should include it or if it's necessary but if in any chance you're gonna use it can y/n's quirk be like- water body? She can turn her body into water and manipulate a d control the water that she creates using her body(freezing and turning in to ice for example!)

Also, have a nice day and thanks for your time <3 sorry if I broke a rule :') and it's completely alright if you don't wanna do this request :]

A month is a pretty standard time for what it takes me to do requests, at least if I don't get an idea for it that I want to pursue immediately, but I'm still sorry this took so long. I don't write about other people's OCs, but you framed this just generally enough that I don't think of it as writing about an OC, it's just a request. I tagged this as mha x reader, since I don't have a separate platonic tag but it's still x reader

•You had been so sure you would never get sure for the villains that had taken you

•They had taken you because your parents were rich and the two villains were hoping for a pay day in the form of a ransom

•But your parents never paid, they didn’t want you back and you were left with the two villains who had no idea what to do with a kid like you

•But pretty soon after you parents denied to pay for you, you were rescued by a pro-hero and his sidekick

•It was Gang Orca, he carried you out of that basement, and you felt the sunlight in your face for the first time in weeks

•You were crying and clinging onto his jacket for dear life

•Since you’re so young, you still have a bit of a hard time controlling your quirk, so your body turned into water

•You still managed to keep your shape, but you apologized to Gang Orca profusely, because you were scared he would get angry with you

•But he just told you not to worry about it, and that you were safe now

•You never once thought he was scary, even though other people might

•When Gang Orca learned that you had no place to go, since your parents were arrested as well for severe child neglect

•He decided to take you in, because he knew what it felt like to be alone and scared and having no one to turn to for help

•So he brought you home with him, after you got some of your things from your former home

•You brought your favorite plushie, books and some toys, along with clothes and stuff like that

•You set up in his guest bedroom while Gang Orca made you some dinner

•As the days go by and you get to know each other a bit, you seem pretty meek and quiet

•You start calling him Mr. Sakamata after you ask him his name

•He notices your quirk responds to your emotions so, he asks if you’d like to learn to control it better

•You tell him no, and that your parents always told you you didn’t need to control it that well, because you’d never be a hero anyway

•Gang Orca tells you that of course you can be a hero and that even if you didn’t want to,quirk control is always important

•So you start training to control your quirk and he’s helping you to the best of his ability

•When you go out to a store or to the park, he carries you on his shoulders or you hold his hand, because you’re a bit scared of people after your kidnapping experience

•He comes to consider you as his kid and he’s like a dad to you

•He supports you as you go back to school and he’s there to help you with your homework and to cheer you on

•Gang Orca is a pretty strict parent, but he also let’s you learn from your mistakes, as long as it’s a pretty harmless mistake

•He’s not overly protective, but he is protective still, like a dad should be

[tojisun]

omg king shark, i absolutely love it. maybe you can share a picture of it someday 🥺 now i need to go look for a giant stuffie to have on my bed too. if i come across an orca one that looks good and soft, you’ll be the first person i tell!!

oh my god that vodka slush sounds like it’ll fuck you up but like in the best way possible. your friend is a genius lol. gotta go get soju and the ice cream but when i try it, i’ll let you know. i’m thinking either a vodka lemonade or a chocolate cake shake for the game tonight so we’ll see.

thank u for telling me the name!! i’m gonna see if i can find it. i’m gonna sob i’m happy they were able to find signs of them there 😭 i get so so worried about marine life and creatures bc the world is going to hell and it’s like we need to keep them safe!!! i saw something like that too, they tired the poor thing out and then they didn’t even fully eat the baby just like, it’s lower jaw and it’s like i get that that’s what they do but :(

that’s so so recent for the documentary! i’m gonna look more into this bc it’s so so fascinating. the fact that they’re separated species is incredible. ugh. i need to go to an aquarium now or something, wanna see more things about them 😭 not that orcas are at aquariums but… yk.

anyways !!! i love talking with you about this stuff 🥺🫣 still deciding if i should stay on anon or not 👉👈

i can share of course! tbh im running out of space on my bed so i might have to pause a bit until i get a bigger bed (im incredibly cozy in a twin sized - im hoping to upgrade to a full)

vodka lemonade sounds delicious! was that what u were drinking yesterday?? and i knoww! she also adores lychee soju :3

i know!! it was an incredibly emotional documentary! my bffs and i watched it in this big theatre in viccy, and i was crying so much 🥹 they are just such majestic creatures <33 and omg i think i know which ur talking about!! it was so upsetting even tho it was so cool how they hunted 😭

(pls dont go to sea worlds/any park like that!!!)

i love talking to you about these too 🥹 no pressure to stay on or off anon my luv! take ur time <33

behold, the king shark!

im using an older picture bc i have cuddled too much with her and shes a lil wrinkly now ☹️

[t4tozier]

answering this ask but cutting out some of it sorry anon <3

Anon here that had the Jace did porn in college idea (also just to be absolutely clear I meant to say “lost half elf twink gets railed by group of viscous half orcs”, not orcas, bloody autocorrect).

Kinda going off that but how about Jace being a pretty popular Cam model like on only fans or something in order to make a bit of extra cash during college and just not stopping once he starts teaching, he also definitely finds it fun and enjoys reading all the comments and feeling wanted.

[rumors start spreading about it when he starts at aguefort and one of the teachers is like it's just a rumor it'll die down] And Jace without even looking up from whatever he’s doing just casually replies that oh yeah it’s all true, they’re my videos (poor Henry hopclap whos worked at aguefort for less than a year and just wanted a drink in the teachers lounge almost choked to death when he hears that).

Porter suddenly makes it his life mission to find those videos. Also to go with Porter having a paladins upbringing and still having a bit of that mindset, he thinks that anyone who does sex work must be desperate and forced into it in some way.

He begins to fantasize about being Jaces knight in shining armour almost and ‘rescuing’ him from it, only for Jace to turn around and be like ‘lol why would I stop I enjoy it plus I get payed?’

Alternatively before Jace became a teacher, Porter during a particularly bad dry spell ends up coming across Jaces video and becomes somewhat of a fan.

And not long after the new sorcery teacher turns up, and holy shit, it’s him (I’m not even sure Porter new Jaces real name at that point and instead only by the online allies he used)

Porter with an almost celebrity like crush of Jace and the knowledge that he’s seen him naked fucking himself with a extra large Goliath sized dildo along with a number of other stuff, just sort of short circuits and completely ignores Jace.

Everyone takes this as Porter being rude and overly gruff, instantly deciding that the young fresh overly friendly sorcery teacher isn’t worth his time, including Jace who then makes it a goal to befriend Porter and takes every opportunity to try and chat and ask him about himself. Xx

okay love this. i love porn/sw aus where they don't stop after getting in a relationship because like. they like doing it and it's not something they need to be "saved" from. i can see jace continuing to make videos even after starting at aguefort and kind of coming down from his club era because like you said, it's some extra money on the side and he has a soft spot for some of his regular fans. i love freak porter hunting down jace's onlyfantasy After finding out that he has one. he's fucked coworkers before what's the harm in jacking off to their page? or subscribing,,,

but also porter being that one tumblr post that's like "i had a crush on a girl and didn't know how to handle it so i slipped a note in her locker that just said 'get out of my school'." that's porter in the second option. jace is also a little freak though and casts detect thoughts one day just out of curiosity and sees That video of him where he used his mage hand to open himself up for a DP. fully just porter's surface thoughts because he glanced at jace when he bent over. perv <3 and then jace starts being all coy and teasing because now he Knows why porter's being the way he is and it's fun to pretend like he has no clue while simultaneously giving this man blue balls.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Hiii this might sound stupid, but regarding your Kaiju AU- would the ORCA (or whatever they called it in the godzilla movies) exist on the island? The one where they combine sounds to communicate with the Kaiju.

You can ignore this if you're uncomfortable answering it lol

Ooooh this isn't stupid or uncomfortable at all, Nonny! 👀 In fact, you've given me information that I hadn't found on my initial searching for ideas! (I still need to rewatch the Godzilla movies, but I'll get to that. Right now, I'm focused on the monster vibes versus the human/researcher vibes~!)

You are right in that it's called the ORCA in the series, by the way! :D

Now, as for the Kaiju!AU...

I'd have to say yes, there were attempts to create a system that would mimic the sounds made by kaiju to try and communicate with them. Tests were relatively unsuccessful in the earlier days (which led to another incident where Crystalflayer got offended and impaled the facility with giant crystals--no one was killed, but more than one person needed a change of clothes afterwards!), so the researchers went through a lot of trial and error to try and find the right combination.

Eventually, they did accomplish this by observing the reactions of the kaiju to recordings of their alphas (though these "songs" didn't work on Nevermore and the other ancients). The first test involved replicating Ragebloom's calls to his pack mates on Slyfang and Bruiser, which resulted in the two of them falling in line. An unusual reaction, but promising for research potential!

...of course, just like the ORCA in the Godzilla series, it wouldn't be long before someone decides to use it for their own selfish desires.

As of now (translation: until I figure out how to incorporate this into the plot/lore and what to name this thing), no one knows what happened to this device or if it's even still functioning. All that is known is that using it unleashed unspeakable horrors slumbering under the island...and they will stop at nothing until all have been consumed by the inky darkness within.

[writeforfandoms]

So I have a dragon related question, since I’ve been entirely consumed by that AU lately. It’s magical.

Do all dragons have scales? Do any have feathers? Or fur? Are there sea dragons?? Do any of the other bloodlines have distinct traits like the gold scales that the Royals have?? I’m just obsessed with this AU and I want to know everything you can tell me. 👀

Okay I sat on this for a couple days partially because I am forgetful but also partially so I could decide how much to tell you.

So! Dragons! Below the cut because this uh got away from me

There is exactly one furred family of dragons. They live in the south pole and are extremely shy. They're smaller and stockier than other dragons, with shorter wings that are more for gliding than actually flying. They also have semi-webbed feet - swimming is not their favorite thing, but they can do it. As long as there aren't orcas around.

Now, this family has only been seen by humans a handful of times, mostly by scientists down there for some other species and getting an accidental glimpse of dragons.

One time, however, was much different. A ship very nearly got stuck as the water they were in started to ice up overnight. The crew was, admittedly, panicking a little, because you do not want to get stuck in the ice. It's a very long wait for the ice to melt. The crew was debating what to do when one of them spotted something. A dragon. Padding across the thin ice towards the ship. Two slightly smaller dragons followed it, and between the three, they broke up enough of the ice that the ship could push through. In later reports, some of the cre claimed to have seen a fourth dragon on dry land keeping watch. (One man claimed he saw a fifth, a huge dragon, behind them, ensuring they left. However he was generally considered to be a drunkard and unreliable, and so most disregarded his word.)

And those are the only fuzzy dragons in this 'verse.

There are in fact other lines, yes. I think I referred to the Jade line in China, which has less to do with color and more to do with the shape at the end of their tail. Unlike other dragons, the Jade line has a hooked tail - the last bit of it curves back up and over. Nobody knows why. It just does. (The fact that this line often comes in green is probably where the name came from.)

The French have a line known for their scarlet bellies. However, red is a fairly common color among dragons, so you can imagine there's a lot of joking about how diluted the French line is, etc etc.

Seeing dragons in the wild is unusual. They tend to keep away from humans. Oh sure if you're out hiking where they live, you might see one or two in the distance, but there's no way you're going to approach one on foot and have that end well for you. Multiple national parks and state parks have warning signs, pamphlets, ranger safety talks, to keep people away. "PLEASE DO NOT APPROACH THE WILDLIFE" is a very common theme.

One curious youngster tried to investigate a TV reporter, sneaking closer and closer while her mother watched from a wary distance. The reporter later had to be rescued from his van, where he and his cameraman had holed up while the youngster napped in the road.

There is also a slight size difference between wild dragons and domesticated. (Well. "Domesticated." They're about as "domesticated" as they're going to get.) Wild dragons tend to be smaller with longer wingspans, whereas domesticated get larger and have broader, heavier wings. Domesticated dragons have been used to haul things around for long enough that they've actually adapted to accomadate, whereas wild dragons are still built primarily for speed and stealth.

Dragons tend to nest away from people. So in areas that are overpopulated, or have a lot of urban sprawl, you tend to not find wild dragons. Even domesticated dragons need a lot of space. They're not always the most cost efficient option - for example, dragon freight can be bloody expensive, but it is also one way to move things without going through legal channels.

There are only a handful of ways for your average person to see a dragon up close: at a sanctuary (like Jack's), in a show (there are some circuses and at least one Vegas show), occasionally at a shipping depot, or through means of questionable legality (mostly this method is safe... unless the dragon is having a bad day. There have been a handful of deaths from this).

The use of dragons in militaries has been questioned a lot in the last 20 years or so, and so they're being scaled back a lot, as we saw with Champ. They're big, they're expensive, and they're not bullet proof. Yes, they are very good for scaring the shit out of your enemies if you need quick cover or an evac. But there have been some Incidents. Mostly not since WWII, though.

I know there's more rattling around in my brain for this universe, but I think mostly it pertains to various stories. Although if you still somehow want more after this brain dump, come ask! I'll happily ramble on about dragons literally all day if anybody even hints at wanting to know. 💖💖

[cawecho]

YELL TO ME ABT PRE AND POST-TADPOLE SICARIUS!!! WHAT CHANGED WHAT STAYED THE SAME WHERE DID HE GET HIS NAME FROM Literally anything u wanna talk abt

(also slightly unrelated but he reminds of an orca a little bit idk if that was intended or not but i think thats really neat!!!!)

hi, OOPS this ended up being a little long, I am employing the keep reading button for the sake of the dash

I had been trying to figure out how to articulate it but after thinking on it for a while, I think the biggest immediate change really comes down to confidence (for a lack of a better word???)

Before the tadpoling, Sicarius knew his place in the world. He knew exactly who and what he is, what his (literally!) divine purpose was and how to approach it. He did everything with intention. He acted on his Father's will, and his will was inevitable.

After, Sicarius is just so utterly lost. Every part of him feels like a disjointed collage of disparate traits. And really compounding that is that before the sense of purpose was so important to him. The transition between a fairly normal child to the leader of his cult was built on the foundation that this is his purpose, this is inevitable, this is necessary as decreed by a higher power and he was made for this. Now it's all the confusion of his first kill with the desensitization of his adulthood. There's no moral question or disgust, just the loss of control and the uncertainty about what his relationship is to what sings in his blood when he kills. If it's how he feels or something foreign.

He's still pragmatic. He still prioritizes what he perceives as necessary over his desires, indulging only when the two align. Though before 'necessary' was mostly comprised of Father's will and the road to it, now the concept grows muddier. He's still a stranger to his needs. He still has the curiosity and love of learning, that before the tadpoling had mostly been sated by picking apart the dead and working out what makes the human body tick and all it's intricacies. He still calls nightwear/PJs jimjams. He still gets possessive when he's invested in or curious about someone before he starts to care, but there never stops being an emphasis on mine when he says my friend, my lover, me and mine. He still expresses love with acts of service and bullying. He still struggles to do things if he doesn't understand why he's doing it and what the point of it is. He still has a soft spot for creatives of all types. He still gets irrationally angry if you suggest he give creative endeavors a shot. He still thinks that the concept of having respect for the dead is stupid and dumb. He still, despite having no memory of why, firmly believes he can't die.

There's also how hunger is love is violence. Does that make any sense? It's all one enmeshed thing for him, deeply intertwined, it's all obsession and need steeped in some shade of red

As for the name, I swear I read something related to Bhaal that mentioned it and it stuck with me but I can't remember what the other contents of that text was and I cannot find it again for the life of me. It's also Latin for murderer, assassin. It's also a genus of spider, which the entire family of has a necrotic bite! Which I think is so fucking fascinating! I love spiders!! I am also horribly afraid of them and it annoys me so much because they are such cool buggers but my brain acts like I'm going to die from psychic damage if I'm within 5m of them!!! ARHG Anyway, this is also why I decided my Sicarius has a necrotic bite instead of a breath weapon.

In-world though Sceleritas just showed up and started calling him that. Post-tadpoling, he never finds out about the name he grew up with

The orca vibes are not intentional but they are happy accident, it IS neat! I'm still fiddling w his design but I feel like I'm honing in on something I like & it's really nice to see that other people seem to like it too

[octopiys]

Alejandro and Rodolfo being rescue/rehabilitators, and they own a rescue center in Mexico. Governments/forces are trying to buy them out for experimentation, but they're standing firm on their beliefs. These creatures exist because they exist just like anyone else, and sometimes they need a bit of help, they're not something to be oggled at. Graves being there on a foreign research trip and taking too many notes, too many videos. Eventually, one of the hybrids that they were rehabilitating, they called him Roach, who was injured after being too close to a detonated depth charge, (I'm thinking maybe he's a minke whale hybrid? I like them they're funky) and it's time they release him back into the proper waters. Sure, it's a process, but it's necessary.

They meet up with a few friends they know, a couple researchers doing a few studies and observations of marine life in the antarctic, and decide to inform them about the minke whale rescue. Now, Price, Laswell, and Nikolai, the head researchers, have a perfect idea on how to get this Minke whale hybrid readjusted to underwater life after a few years of human contact. They've been monitoring two other hybrids, nicknamed Ghost and Soap, an orca hybrid and a leopard seal hybrid, an unlikely pair, and decide that the minke whale would fit in. At first, Rodolfo, the veterinarian, was concerned about the predatory habits of an orca against a minke, but Laswell showed proof of an almost mutualistic bond between the seal and orca, and reluctantly, Rodolfo gave in.

There's a furred seal hybrid outside the door when they make up their mind. He's a nice looking creature with soft fur and rich skin, and stunning brown eyes. He made a few barking sounds at them, nudging the two as his ears flattened against his head. Alejandro crouched down to attempt to make conversation, and Price informed them both that this hybrid was nicknamed Gaz, who had developed an attachment to the base after release, and didn't seem to leave them alone. But nobody really was complaining, he was a kind hybrid who didn't understand why the researchers did not want dead squid or octopus every morning.

There was a horn off in the distance and the group perked up a little bit, but Gaz's ears still lay flattened against his head. After a moment, he hurries off and disappears into icy water. In the distance, they see a transport boat. Apparently, it contained the rest of their supplies for the season, along with a few other researchers from around the world. Apparently, this was a popular destination.

On the boat were three new people. One named Alex Keller, an American marine biologist, who was working on his marine rehabilitation book. The second named Farah Karim, a strong-headed environmentalist who was determined to show the world that hybrids were not something to be afraid of. The third, named Philip Graves, a researcher from a private company. They must've been rich, and highly suspicious, because with one Google of the company name, nothing was found. Rodolfo had a sinking feeling it was a government agent, but Alejandro assured that it was a researcher that they had known. After all, it's the same kid who visited their rehabilitation center a few years ago, before the American media picked up a false ideology about hybrids, then creating the whole stigma.... the kid that took so many notes. He was only interested in the benefit of the hybrids. He did say he was a researcher, right?

orca!ghost + leopard seal!soap

[ylimekpa]

My MC from Our life: beginnings & always

FULL NAME: Adam Smith AGE: 8 (Step 1) 13 (Step 2) 18 (Step 3) 23 (Step 4)

Male gender

FAMILY:

Noelani (Adoptive Mother)

Pamela (Adoptive Mother) Elizabeth (Adoptive Sister) Lee (Cousin) Unknown and deceased biological father and mother

ROMANTIC INTEREST Cove Holden

Step 1:

A very enthusiastic, respectful and kind boy, always trying to include everyone. Very close to his family, especially Lizzy. Very emotional, she cries at the slightest situation. He loves to hug people even if they are strangers. He quickly empathizes with people even without knowing them (that's why he didn't accept the money that Cliff was going to give him since he felt bad for Cove). He loves to draw and collect beach objects (mostly so he can draw the details). He loves sports like beach volleyball and handball. He fell in love with Cove at first sight (he even heard the wedding bells). He never denied her feelings, but at the same time he wanted to be Cove's friend and supporter.

Step 2: Preserving many things from childhood, in this new stage he began to excel in his studies with minimal effort. He continued to improve his drawing and learned to play the bass. Also, he grew too big for a kid his age and started getting acne, but those little things never bothered him. His biggest confidant was Lee since he had no friends other than his family, Cove and Derek (it should be noted that he has a special ability to socialize, but being an introvert he prefers to be in small, trusted groups). Here he is more open with his feelings for Cove and certainly lets her know it. He even tries to make moves to confess her sincere love for him (although they go awry). When he finally kisses Cove, they mutually decide to make their courtship official and public in a couple of years (although that didn't stop him from telling Lee).

Step 3:

Despite being in a relationship with Cove for two years, he is still very demonstrative about his feelings. He never lost contact with Derek (as he promised since they were children) and became very close to Miranda and Terry. He always remained on the sidelines regarding Baxter, but he still considers him a good friend-neighbor. He joins ORCA to keep Cove company, but he also loves helping care for the marine ecosystem. He works selling his paintings on the internet and at festivals, and has a band called “The Wagon of Memories” being the bassist and second vocalist. At this age he loves to wear dresses and even bikinis since it fits him well with his height and he also feels “divine” and is not ashamed of anything. He begins to want to become independent from his family and plans to live with Cove in the future (he even mentions the idea of having children).

Step 4:

After studying various art and health courses, he bought a tattoo studio at age 21 and is less active in band activities (but always attentive to the team's needs). He lives with Cove (he proposed to her at the age of 22) and has Cove's fish and her cat as pets. He is bolder than he was at 18 and takes advantage of any situation to embarrass Cove (always in private)