#they have marine biologists

[hinamie]

siren!megumi concept sheet i whipped up in a single-minded fever state fr @uriekukistan

[sarahmackattack]

I'm a squid biologist on a mission. To teach everyone about squid.

Even you.

Especially you.

Want squid facts? I have you covered. I have a squid facts hotline, 1-833-SCI-TEXT. Text SQUID to that number (1-833-724-8398), and it'll send you squid facts aplenty.

I have even created an advent calendar for you to learn squid facts throughout December. It's an 11 by 14 inch scratchy lottery, but instead of taking a chance at winning money, you are guaranteed to learn about squid.

I have a street art campaign to bring squid facts to the people. You might see wheatpastes (like the squid below) if you live in Philly, Boston, Austin, or New York, or stickers if you live in hundreds of other cities and towns across North America.

When you buy a calendar, you're supporting my undying mission to bring squid to everyone. Did you know that squid have donut shaped brains? That their class, cephalopods, have been on earth for longer than TREES? That scientists estimate that there are literally millions of giant squid living in the deep sea?

People deserve to know about squid. Help me spread the word.

[kinstein-art]

sanji's weird

[smolsadred]

mer aven design to paint on my mirror:3

[theaxolotlkween]

Generator Rex memes that I drew today.

(Last one is a post from owlpellet)

[habken]

Habs,

I want you to know that everyone once in a while, I’ll be scrolling through my dash and all of a sudden there’s a picture of a fish there which will confuse the hell outta me (like, why is there a fish there??) and then I’ll scroll back up to see why it’s there and without fail, it’s always you 🫵

Idk how I keep forgetting your own blog tagline is “gone fishing” but somehow I’m surprised each and every time, it’s like a bitch-slap (or fish-slap… badumtiss) but it always gets a laugh outta me so thank you for putting fish stuff on my dash 💀

<3

:))

[still-living-like-im-trying]

Some sketches for the Marine Biologist Ballister/(Secret?) Mermaid(?)/Siren(?) Ambrosius (workshopping it) AU (Also, is now going to be known as the Golden Scales AU

[foxsnails]

When the world starts to shine like you’ve had too much wine

That’s a morayyyy

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Watercolour, gouache and posca markers!

Twitter

[bayetea]

I'm a strong "percy would get a job in education/outreach to underprivileged kids in the future" truther but I don't necessarily agree with people who say that him taking on marine biology as a college major doesn't make sense at all

"why would he study marine biology he can already work with sea animals to his heart's desire" I don't know maybe because he wants to get paid???????? he wants a normal job???? percy grew up poor and unsafe. why is it weird that he craves stability with a career that enables him to do something that he loves? or maybe he wants to go into the system and help bring about lasting reform that will actually improve care for sea creatures??? yes he can save sea animals on his own time but think about it. is it better to abandon his life in the middle of the night to go help a trapped sea creature Every Single Time it happens or is it better to enter the system and make it so that capitalists stop polluting water or disturbing sea ecosystems for profit. his powers as a son of poseidon are a band-aid not a lasting solution to systemic environmental neglect and decay. he has an established precedent of caring for bringing about systemic change (see: turning down immortality) and for me this is no different (I just personally headcanon him wanting to bring change for disadvantaged kids but whatever)

to me this logic is like telling an exceptional artist that there's no point in going to art school to become a professional when they can already just do art on their own time for fun. like yeah....... if you're content with doing that as just a hobby. but what if you want to become an even better artist and learn new skills. what if you want to do it as a job that pays you and gives you health insurance and social security. then what

for me the main logistical issue of him majoring in marine biology has never been that he would never do that it's that the intersection of new rome college accreditation to the Actual Real world isn't all that clear/logistically sound. like I guess the mist can handle anything but what impact is new rome going to be able to have on the realm of mortals. this would be a nice thing to discuss actually (more in tags)

[handweavers]

my roommates are a white married couple who are very like. organic food granola munching vegan WWOOFing foraging hiking types but thankfully they are both very sweet and chill and they don't mind that i am not vegetarian and we are already planning on going on some (relaxed, not intense) foraging hikes because they like to forage edible plants and i'm looking for dye materials and mineral pigments and have been sharing some knowledge we each have on those subjects and they're letting me use their huge home grown spice collection and we're going to go to the farmers market together so i'm optimistic 🫶🏼

[laurelnose]

one of my team members picked up a glass bottle butt only to discover the other side was covered in slipper snails and she was like, oh, I guess I can’t throw this away, and I was like, yeah but at least glass isn’t a big deal ecologically, it’s just habitat surface now. she said, true but I was thinking of kids walking on the beach. to which I said, this is a rocky reef, who the hell is walking around barefoot?? nobody should be barefoot here. the encrusting ecosystem hungers for blood. glass bottles or no glass bottles. foregoing shoes is just ASKING to get shanked by a barnacle and contract a mycobacteria infection. in other news, today i made an unwise choice in pants, leaned against a rock for five seconds, and shredded the inside of my calf

[specialarrogance]

caught in a misunderstanding

ao3

the thing about having a not-friend whose circle of friends extends towards even the most obscure program there is in university is that — one would often discover new things without one's consent.

cressida cowper, for all her power and control over her life, can never seem to escape the force that is eloise bridgerton.

(she doubts she even wants to, but that's a topic for another day.)

eloise is everywhere; like a looming presence behind her that will inevitably put a calling hand on her shoulder to pull her into one of her profound conversations about whatever interesting thing she's learned from her many university acquaintances yet again.

cressida doesn't enjoy it nor does she detest eloise's many fun facts, but to admit the latter out loud is simply the equivalent of admitting defeat — and gods know, cressida is the last person to ever admit defeat to any fight, whether acknowledged by many or simply curated by herself alone.

once upon a time, cressida did try to avoid her at all costs. after all, they aren't exactly what one would call friends, and, over time, she has developed a talent in keeping her face as unreadable as possible whenever she's in the presence of eloise, lest people think she actually enjoys the bridgerton's company.

but as is proven time and time again, eloise always has a way of breaking her control over the thinnest strand of muscle in her body.

—

"guess what?"

cressida's eye twitches when eloise's question interrupts the flow of her typing. her fingers pause over her keyboard and with much effort, she pulls her gaze from the screen of her laptop, lips pulling into a tight smile as she regards her not-friend with an inquiring look.

"what, eloise?"

"i have made a new acquaintance," eloise grins, propping herself beside cressida on the wooden bench. "a marine biologist."

"perfect," cressida sniffs. "no wonder you smell like fish."

eloise makes an indignant noise. "i'll have you know, she—"

cressida's eye twitches again.

"— has to be the fairest lady i've met today, both in scent and appearance."

cressida fights the urge to roll her eyes to the point of hurting. she's a cowper, for god's sake. why is she wasting time listening to eloise speak of the fairest lady she's met today?

what am i, then? cressida thinks to herself. chopped liver?

"does your introduction to your new acquaintance have a direction," cressida pauses to let out the most unladylike sigh, if only so she can truly express how uninterested she is about this marine biologist who doesn't smell like fish for some reason. "or am i allowed to go back to my work, eloise?"

"everything i say always has a direction, cressida," eloise says, clicking her tongue as she turns to her messenger bag and shoves her hand deep into it, searching.

cressida turns back to her laptop, finishing the sentence she'd left behind in favor of giving her full attention to eloise. she misses most of what comes after the last thing she heard from eloise while typing. funnily enough, when clarity comes to her, she hears—

"— gave me an omega."

cressida drops her thumb down on the spacebar a little too hard, silently watching the cursor run across her screen before dropping to the next line.

it takes a while and a hand waving in front of her for cressida to get her wits back, and she turns to eloise with narrowed eyes.

"gave you a what?"

now, cressida may prefer the classier side of fiction and fanfiction, but she's not as snobby as to not be aware or familiar with certain... tropes on the internet.

she must have misheard it. surely, she must have.

but eloise is smiling, clearly pleased with herself for having said something that cressida is not familiar with for the first time in a while. "an omega. she gave it to me last night and, cressida, when i tell you i have not slept that peacefully in a very long while." eloise sighs wistfully as she straightens up and places a hand on the small of her back, kneading at it through her shirt. "did so well at distracting me from my pains, really."

that does it.

cressida scoffs. "excuse me?"

eloise blinks. "what—"

schoolwork completely forgotten, cressida slams her laptop shut and turns to eloise with a face crumpled in scandal. "i cannot believe you'd have the audacity to be so shameless with your— your perversion! here! outside, at the park, where everybody can possibly hear you speak so freely about such things."

cressida has gone red in the face, even her neck, and she's warm all over from the embarrassment of seeing images of eloise in compromising positions, of imagining that bloody marine biologist all over eloise while posing as a— an omega, of all things!

gods, the humiliation of it all.

cressida begins to gather her things, shoving notebooks and pens into her bag, completely missing the calling of her name until—

"cressida cowper, will you listen for just one second?!"

the tone in eloise's voice meant business, and that is enough to stop cressida from her frenzied attempt at an escape. she stills and finally looks at eloise, ready to let her emotions get the best of her again until she notices a tube in eloise's hand.

yellow, shiny, and bearing the name OMEGA across its front.

"... what."

"did you even hear what i said?" eloise scoffs. "i said she just came back from their trip to asia and she brought me this as a souvenir, told me this works wonders on muscle pain."

cressida blinks again. "what..."

"what did you think i was talking about?" eloise asks incredulously, waving the tube around in her frustration. "this is the problem with you, cressida cowper. you never listen. you always jump to conclusions and fuck, does it infuriate me and endear me at the same time."

oh, but cressida cowper is listening now. the confusion that trickled into her anger earlier has morphed into pure curiosity when eloise's last few words finally registered in her head. blinking languidly, she places her bag back on the bench, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she leans forward to get a closer look at her not-friend.

"repeat the last thing you said."

eloise scoffs, but her cheeks begin to glow a pretty pink she's always loved on her own skin. "of course, you'd cling onto anything that sounds like a compliment to you — vague or not."

"fine," cressida recedes, crossing her arms over her chest while raising a perfect eyebrow. "then i won't—"

"oh, you won't escape my questioning, cressida cowper," eloise wags a finger in front of cressida's face. "what was that reaction, hm? perversion? really? over a pain relief cream?"

cressida has the grace to flush, embarrassment flooding her once more at the reminder of her ridiculous reaction.

"nothing you must bother yourself with," cressida replies haughtily and, after a brief moment of arguing with herself whether she should ask eloise again about what she said, ultimately decides to grab her things and escape, taking full advantage of her longer limbs to escape eloise's calls and beckoning.

she'll have plenty of time to confront eloise of her apparent endearment for cressida.

[give-grian-rights]

i think major mcyt stans need to come together for a public debate as to why their content creator and the creator's character is the Most unhinged. we have powerpoint presentations making our case. each group has 1-2 spokesmen and a team of 1-5 people working to make it like a group project.

please imagine a two hour discord call on shared screens where we plead our cases for why our youtuber and blorbo are the most unhinged. do i need to make this a thing. i dont know how i would but i want too

[linddzz]

I didn't think locals would see much difference between white people here for tourism vs anything else, but I've learned that if you have a rad octopus tattoo people will comment on it then ask what you're visiting for, and if you say "work, here as a team up with some of the reef restoration people" they'll visibly brighten up and, if available, buy you and your table drinks

[thenearsightedmicroraptor]

Not reblogging this because OP is mainly talking about marine biologists, not Dungeon Meshi, and I don't wanna fill their notes with fandom stuff when that's clearly not the point, but;

[TEXT ID: everyone is drooling for the blond guy from dungeon meshi. That guy is 100% real and I know like six of him, what you are looking for is a marine biologist. 1. spends a long amount of time doing something weird far away from society 2. will not stop talking about their animal 3. has definitely eaten their animal and has strong opinions on how to cook it best. END ID]

... If your man isn't also willing to face extreme perils, on his own, to protect the ones he loves,

Assuming good faith from the people around him, even ones he's only just met, even though he's been mistreated so much,

Open and honest about his feelings, making sure he lets people know how he feels even if it might backfire,

Silently and resiliently taking countless social peltings with rocks from people he loves, because he knows they still care about him, and he needs them around, but still stays strong and does not censor himself to avoid it, instead taking the hits in stride,

Surprisingly emotionally intelligent, and extremely compassionate, despite having low empathy,

Willing to become his animal in a heartbeat and swim into the ocean, never to be seen again, because despite all these traits, he still sees himself desperately unfit for society,

And CANNOT BARK LIKE A DOG,

Then that is NOT Laios Touden. That is just some guy.

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

you'll NEVER experience the benefits of being a marine biologist