#this is what i crave thanks

[hellsitegenetics]

hello!

i'm curious if infodumping about my pet frogs will result in a genome of a bug that they could potentially eat (seems more likely than the genome being of a frog).

i have four pet frogs! one is an african dwarf frog named bonk who is an ooooold old man (he's 5, which is the standard life expectancy in captivity for their species) with a genetic deformity on his back right foot (two of his toes are partially fused together! it doesn't impact his life in any way and various foot deformities are common for his species). he is tiny and doesn't eat bugs, but if the genome is a brine shrimp, mysis shrimp, or other tiny aquatic organism, he could eat that. ...i guess those are just aquatic bugs.

my three other frogs are white's tree frogs, piphy, ollo, and beeps. they are 4 years old. piphy is my only girl frog. she is large and peach-colored with light blue starlet eyes and is an extremely physically enthusiastic eater; she does unnecessary backflips in pursuit of waxworms held by feeding tongs directly in front of her face. she also loves swimming in their pool, which has resulted in various melodic renditions of "piphy in the pool." ollo and beeps are smaller and a dark brownish green, i think they are genetically brothers! they enjoy being reverse-roosters by croaking when they wake up at night. they are energetic and enjoy climbing my walls and flinging themselves far distances when i let them out of their terrarium for nightly supervised enrichment hour.

bonus: i also have a black racer nerite snail who is the live-in algae vacuum for bonk's tank. her name is ozmi and she is canonically trans (her species is not hermaphroditic, and when i got her i decided she was a girl because i wanted to bring feminine energy into the aquarium, but she has never laid eggs so i figure she is probably trans). she is also 5 years old which means she has outlived the life expectancy for her species like 3x over. she may be immortal.

okay that's all!!! attached photo of piphy in her pool, looking elated about it (tree frogs tend to open their mouths a few times after eating a bug... i am not sure the physiological reason). i find your blog so delightful, thank you for running it !! :)

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Closest match: Hydrocotyle vulgaris genome assembly, chromosome: 39 Common name: Marsh pennywort

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[sandboxer]

playing AAI ahead of the rerelease and I just felt the need to shout about this wonderful detail about Franziska’s (left) and Edgeworth’s (right) phones

obviously this game is a product of its time, but even for 2009 Edgeworth’s phone is a bit dated. it’s plain and utilitarian, and it is clearly meant for little more than phone calls. texting on that thing would be a chore (edit: likely impossible). Franziska’s, however, is more modern, suited to her aesthetic tastes, and even flips open sideways to reveal a full keyboard. I think this is mostly a bit of inconsequential world-building, but if nothing else, I think it gives credence to one fun thought: Edgeworth only makes phone calls, while Franziska prefers texting.

[went-out]

Fanart for Retail Therapy by Hocus on AO3... Or inspired by it?  

for @friendshipgun 

[aem-delnar-asca]

the moment Pomni invited Gummygoo to the circus, I got the feeling that it would go wrong, unfortunately I was right.

but also Im sure he'll come back, though to add salt to the wound, I HIGHLY believe that... since he's AI, Caine could easily reset his memory since he's just a code, especially if Caine wanted them to do a repeat of that game scenario.

You know... Like when you do a "new game" or whatever.

Just imagine Pomni seeing him again and she's all excited, apologizing and everything, but then he's all like...

"Who are you?"

finishing this episode made me realize that every NPC Caine creates are VERY powerless.

Pomni and the others too, but... Caine can't really do much about that and he also sees them as more valuable since they have a human consciousness, more special and complex (for example, trying to keep them sane by sending them off to play games)

Meanwhile NPCs to him are replaceable and reusable. I don't think that Caine is malicious for that since he's also just an AI (though one who's in a ringleader role), though the only value they have in his eyes is to play their part of the game as NPCs for the humans to play with.

Jax also sees the NPCs like that, not caring when he supposed sentenced the whole kingdom into getting eaten. He knows it wouldn't matter, Ragatha mentioned Caine likes to reause NPCs in future games. Jax knows he'll see them again, alive and well.

The existential horror in this one is really real and fucked up...

Anyways, can't wait to see more!

[spielzeugkaiser]

I may be too late for this, but for the random ships prompt, what about Inuyasha/Kagome? 😘

7/12! Excuse me while I relive my childhood, what a prompt! (everyone give it up for the original tsundere, pfppf-)

[esterzach]

"Let me back in" Yesssss! I knew it! Them!!! Thank you! That was so beautiful!

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

EB: okay i’ll play 21 questions.

EB: what do you wanna be when you grow up? :B

TG: cool ranch doritos

TG: are you a virgin

[sophiethewitch1]

Hi! You've mentioned that 'What We Want' has a playlist. If it's not to spoilery (and you feel comfortable doing so) could you share some of the songs on it.

I hope you start feeling better soon. ❤️

oh my god im so glad someone asked!!! I'll share some of my favourite songs from the playlist, the ones that i think like... summarise the stories feeling the most. Idk. The ones with the highest vibe quality. Some of these you will actually see referenced in the fic later on lmao.

Here's the playlist for your listening pleasure

If you have any more questions, theories (what song relates to which character, where in the story, etc) please send it in! I love talking about this.

[puckpocketed]

the sharks’ new jerseys fuck so unbelievably hard!!!! GOD I LOVE SUPPORTING LOSERS WITH DRIP

[softquietsteadylove]

Hii, can i request a drunk confession au? pretty please 🩷🤍

Thena who doesn't really drink much, wants to change things a little and drink more at this party the eternals have to attend, but she can not hold her alcohol to save her live and get terribly drunk.

The woman can barely stand, is talking nonsense, can get hurt if unsupervised, it's a miracle she didn't pass out in a ditch yet, so it's Gilgamesh duty to get her to her room safely.

When they are near her room, Thena starts telling her new friend her secret, she is in love with Gil!! but he can't know, she thinks he is soo charming and nice and beautiful and he is really stong and soo attractive, but he can't know.

And Gil is there blusing, because the love of his live just confessed her love to him but he can't do anything about it because she is very very drunk, so he just says "Gil? Never heard of him but he sounds nice, you should talk to him"

"To Gilgamesh!"

Cups of mead were raised in the air to celebrate the victory of the Strongest Eternal. Truly, it was a celebration of all of them--one's success was everyone's. The Eternal himself was happy to brush it off with a modest smile and a charming blush.

Thena smiled, raising one in her own hand, although she never actually partook in drink. She wasn't one for it--didn't like the taste, had no stomach for it. Her blood was too fast in her system, at least that was what she thought. Warriors did not need revelry.

Gilgamesh happily accepted three mugs and gulped them each down. He was good with revelry, and lucky he seemed so made for mirth and celebration. The townspeople happily jostled him in good humour.

Thena tilted her head as Kingo made his way over. There were times when Kingo could feign annoyance or reluctance to partake in their celebrations at times, but he and Gil had much in common in their characters.

He gave Gil a solid pat on the back, of course waving his hand from having slapped the metallic back of his armour. Kingo gave her a genial smile. "Come on, T, I thought you'd be in a good mood."

"I am."

He rolled his eyes at her. "Y'know, not being in a bad mood doesn't make it a good one."

She offered no further comment, looking at Gil again. He was attempting to move away from being the centre of attention. He was made for good times, of course, but he had a shyness to him, too. He was slowly gravitating in their direction.

"Loosen up a little, T," Kingo advised her quietly, and at a distance she would strictly forbid for anyone but him and her sisters. "It'll make him happy if you relax some."

She bristled under her skin. He was right. And after the fight they'd had today, she wanted Gilgamesh to find some reprieve from the ravages of the Deviant world outside Babylon's walls. She smiled at him from afar, even taking a sip of mead (it tasted awful).

"Hey," Gil smiled at her as he finally reached her side, replacing Kingo as the latter went to bug their smallest sibling. "I thought you didn't like ferment?"

She did not. But she smiled at him, "surely it is beloved for a reason."

He shrugged, taking another sip of his own. "It can be nice after a tough day."

She felt as if every sip she swallowed could be felt like a hot rock, travelling down her throat and then dispersing through her veins. Not even their senses could communicate such things, but she certainly felt herself succumbing to the fever of it. "You should rest."

He looked around the room, people partaking in the party and high spirits. "They wanted to celebrate us. It's silly, but they all worked hard to make this stuff. Seems a waste if we don't stay for even a little of it."

Such a soft heart, her Gilgamesh had.

Thena tilted her head, letting her eyes travel over the form of her partner for every and all battles. They had worked as well together today as any other. She had been airborne when she had seen Gilgamesh deal the last, finishing blow. It was impressive, even for an Eternal.

He was quite good at grasping her waist to throw her up in the air.

"The people here are nice," he commented very simply, but very honestly. He raised his cup for another sip.

She found herself mirroring his actions, as if it were the same as matching his rhythm in a battle. It was becoming easier with each sip. "They are."

Sersi was having a wonderful time, dancing with the women. Ikaris was hovering awkwardly, unknowing of how to insert himself but always looming over their sister's back.

Druig and Makkari were both having fun taunting and riling the various tradesmen sitting around the edges of the room. Now, that was a pair made for mirth and merriment. Even more so than Kingo and Sprite, who were having a drinking contest, much to some horror in the eyes of those who did know that Sprite was the same as her siblings in every way that mattered.

Ajak was watching from above, a funny look on her face, before disappearing, probably to wherever Phastos was hiding.

"Y'know I asked Ajak," Gilgamesh began quietly, having followed her gaze up to their leader before her departure. "She said that there were a few injuries, but no one died."

That was good news, worthy of revelry. Some battles would always have casualties, but every day in which they managed to escape with minimal loss was deserving of celebration.

"Thanks to you," she volunteered rather eagerly. He took another sip, and so, as did she. "You killed that thing all but single-handedly."

"Ah," he made a sound to excuse her flattery, taking on a bashful grin again. It pushed up the apples of his cheeks to the corners of his eyes. The lines indicating his good mood were tempting to her fingers. "None of us fight single-handed. It's all of us, together."

"Hm," she agreed, to a point. Indeed, they all fought together out there, as a team. But she often was of the opinion that Gilgamesh carried more than his fair share of the work on his wide shoulders. Wide, strong shoulders. She tilted her head. "Ikaris could do more."

Gilgamesh immediately snorted some laughter but turned his head towards her. "Thena!--you can't say that about your brother."

She rolled her eyes, happily swaying her head to and fro. It felt loose on top of her neck. "It is precisely because he is my brother that I may say that."

He partner merely chuckled, hiding it in his cup. Was it not yet empty? Hers was. "Okay, fine, just don't let Ajak hear you saying that. She'll make you two go on a bonding walk again."

It had been less of a walk and more a watch duty during which they had been all but physically shackled together. They had done their duty, surveilled the area. Then, once again within sight of Babylon Temple, Thena had kicked him from behind and clear through the city walls.

She had been scolded by both Ajak and Phastos, but she had no regrets.

She sighed, examining the bottom of her clay cup with only a stray drop swirling around within. "I would rather walk with you."

Gilgamesh said nothing of the plain but oddly sentimental remark. He looked at her, catching the way she was examining her vessel. "You okay?"

"Hm," she said again, and Gilgamesh always understood her little noises. No one else would. She tossed the cup onto the nearest table. It did not fall, but she hadn't done so with particular care either.

"Hey." Gilgamesh reached for her hand. He wasn't reprimanding her, but it was more than just curiosity in his voice. He grasped the hand that had tossed her cup away like a pebble.

She watched his hand apprehend hers. It was gentle, and soft, just like everything he did with her. Gilgamesh was kind, of course, but it was not mere kindness when he held her hand like this. Like he had been doing ever since they touched down on the planet.

"Look at me," he whispered. The chatter of the room faded and she felt the warmth of his breath on her cheek as he drew her face closer to his. The warmth of his palms added to her feeling of basking in the sun, like a lizard on a hot rock.

She swayed in his grasp, no longer caring if her knees were up to the task of walking. Perhaps she was more fatigued from the fight than she had first anticipated. What funny thought; she laughed.

"Whoa, hey," Gilgamesh moved closer, catching her against him before she could lean too far off her feet. He held her carefully, even casting glances around them. "Thena, you don't seem good."

She felt good, though, borderline ecstatic. It felt wonderful to be leaning on him like this, and her head felt as if she were being carried, rocking back and forth with the breeze. She pulled her head up, taking in Gil's concerned look and deep brown eyes. "Do you always look like this?"

His face contorted. It was a handsome face. "We gotta find Ajak."

Thena pointed, although she frowned when Ajak was no longer looking over them from the mezzanine. "She's gone somewhere."

"Okay," her companion said gently. He moved her more within his grasp, although still encouraging her to try and use her feet. "Let's get you to bed, huh? That sound good?"

"Bed," she remarked. They each had their own rooms in the temple. She would rather just sleep on the Domo. But Ajak said it was better for them to integrate themselves...somewhere...or something.

"Bed," he repeated, guiding her quietly towards the edge of the room to the nearest corridor. "You can get some rest, Thena."

She blinked. Her vision felt bleary, her feet as if they weighed...too much. "You know me."

He chuckled next to her. Her palm could feel the rumble of his chest against the plate of armour. He had a big, strong chest. "Yeah, I do know you."

She blinked, finally in the corridor. At least there was more air. "Do you know everyone?"

"Well, not everyone," he continued to laugh, as if she were oh-so-very funny.

She sighed, tilting her head against his shoulder. It was comfortable, and it allowed her to peek at the moon on their way to wherever he was guiding her. "Do you know Gilgamesh?"

"Uh... "

The delay was too long. Anyone who didn't know Gilgamesh was living a life bereft of joy. Thena leaned heavier on her walking assistance. "Gilgamesh is...the very best on the planet. On this planet, or any!"

He swayed from her outburst, trying to hold her both carefully and delicately.

She looked at him again. Her hand even came up to touch his cheeks. She liked the hair around his lips. It drew attention to them. "He is the very best. Kind, sweet, very funny. And he's handsome."

Her companion turned a peculiar shade of red. "O-Oh?"

She nodded, distracted for a moment by her hair swaying into her view. "He's kind, and sweet, and he's funny."

"You did say that."

She pursed her lips. Did she? "And handsome. And strong--he's quite good at lifting me, throwing me."

"Throwing you?"

"When we're fighting together," she sighed again. It was a happy sigh, though. "Fighting is when I may touch him all I like."

Again, he turned a shade of red.

"Off the battlefield I must control myself," she lamented. Not that she was always desiring to touch him. Or perhaps she was, based on what she was saying. "But something about him is so magnetic. One wishes to be as close to him as possible."

"Is that so?"

She stared ahead. They were at her room. It was her bed in front of her. But she didn't like her bed. "Oh."

"Are you okay?"

She looked at her friend again. He was lowering her to sit on her bed. But she didn't like sleeping. It was hard work. And sometimes she would sleep in Gil's bed instead. She preferred Gil's bed. "I miss Gil."

Her companion lowered her arms gently, setting her hands on her lap. She liked his arms. They were thick, but also soft. "You, uh, you should tell him."

"Hm," she pursed her lips. She didn't want to, for whatever reason she could not recall at the moment. "I don't think I should."

He was lying her down on her side, pulling her linen blanket over her. "Why not?"

She tried to tilt her head at him but it was already on the pillow. She wished it was on Gil's chest. "I don't know how to tell him I love him, I think."

"Well," he chuckled again, before leaning in and pressing a kiss on her hair. "I bet he'll understand, no matter how you try to tell him."

That was true, Gilgamesh always understood her.

[prototypelq]

Things I know about BG3:

- almost nothing except basic DnD combat&characters knowledge, and I tried to avoid spoilers

- karlach x wyll is a ship the fandom is sleeping on

yeah, couldn't keep my hands to myself and checked out their story and how are people missing out on them? Oh, well, at the very least they are amazing BFFs, have personal stories very much tied to each other, and have great dynamic between the two. I am just choosing to see all of that through the shipping glasses, but lemme tell you, they enhance the show a lot

[bunnihearted]

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[thirteenemeraldcats]

I would to know more about the untitled-Jamie-blue-screen fic, if you wanted to share anything about it : )

Hello terrifyingly talented friend! I am happy to share!!

So this fic started rolling while I was writing 'i learned to walk while he was away', - that story explores some of the 'unseen' effects of Jamie's experiences, specifically what his relationship to expressions of violence (even when positively channelled) might be after growing up with an angry man. The 'untitled-Jamie-blue-screen-day' fic (which is technically 'redacted-title-Jamie-blue-screen-day' fic, I'm a fairly changeable person and the title's redacted purely because it's still subject to possible [who knows, not me] change) is another exploration of some of the 'unseen' or more accurately 'undeveloped' parts of Jamie's psyche that canon skips over.

Specifically, the symptoms of depression he displays in 3x11 Mom City.

I'm a card carrying member of the 'Jamie has multiple missing diagnoses' bandwagon and know first hand what a horrifyingly tricky combo neurodivergence and clinical depression can be.

I use a lot of metaphors to describe/understand the complexities of mental health- when I was studying it, when I'm teaching it and yea when I'm thinking about my own brain :)

Most of the metaphors are computer based- product of the times I guess.

The untitled-title 'blue screen day' is how I unaffectionately refer to the days when that horrifyingly tricky combo decides to be extra horrifying and extra tricky and causes total system overload. The days when you forget how to be a person. That 'blue screen' blink feeling of not functioning, but then it's not momentary, it's not a blink, it doesn't go away. You're seeing with your eyes sure, but you're not really seeing and they don't really feel like your eyes. You exist in your body yes, but do you really exist? Is it actually your body?

(To use plain language; it's a brief and intense episode of severe burn-out, typically bought on by cognitive and/or sensory overload, but sometimes seemingly spontaneous [clinical!].)

So that's what I gave Jamie, a blue-screen-day (sorry buddy).

But I also gave him Roy! And a smoothie! He'll be okay.

(Essentially the story is the idea that sometimes things don't have solutions or answers or a quick and easy fix. Sometimes all you can do is be. Sometimes all you can do to help is be there.)

The fic really is gentle hours, I swear.

[evostrashbin]

wishing you guys separately a happy new year here as well, may 2024 treat you kind 💖

For me it's good riddance 2023 is gone, it's been an absolute shit year for me so I'm glad it's over 🙈 Sorry not sorry I had to treat myself with something uncharacteristically wholesome for this year's new year's art but I really really needed that to send off 2023 after that mixed bag.

[antirepurp]

oh dear jojo ova discussion is threatening to give me grade A stardust crusaders brainrot again. but like i already did a whole-ass rewrite on part3 that incorporates themes from the ova so what the fuck am i even going to do with this ??

[random-fandom-chaos]

hiya! So if you take requests can I ask for just some fluffy Alexander Hamilton content? Perhaps reader is cooking/baking and Alex stops writing and just hugs and then complements reader and their talents?

OMG THANKY YOU FORR UHH REQUESTING!!! Yess I can do that!!

Reader will be Gender neutral! (I will try not to use Y/N)

Parings: Alexander Hamilton X Reader (Gender neutral)

FLUFF O’CLOCK!!

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You were just baking a cake! A hobby you picked up since you were a kid, You loved making different types of pastries, especially since your lover is the Secretary of State…Right now Alexander was writing at the kitchen table, since he was almost always busy he sometimes worked in the same room you were, even if you didn’t talk he still enjoyed your warm and comforting presence

He placed a dot at the end of a sentence on his paper, showing he finished that paper…and then he looked next to him- a large pile of paper next to him…He groaned and cursed under his breath. He looked at you

You didn’t notice what he was doing as you were in a zone in your mind, to focused on the task at hand, humming to yourself a little tune as you whisked the batter

He stood up, the chair making a little creaking noise behind him…you didn’t notice until he went up behind you, his arms slowly enveloping your waist he slowly placed his head on your shoulder

“Ah! Wha- oh…hi, dear…”

You said with a soft and gentle smile, placing the bowl and whisk down, turning and looking at him…the warm sun hitting your face through the window making your eyes almost glow, like they were gems.

“You’re beautiful…”

Alex whispered to you, lost in a trance…lost in your eyes

He looked at the half decorated cake that you were finishing the other layer in the oven right now

He smiled

“you’re really good at baking, dearest.”

He complimented with a smile, his voice, something you love

You smiled

“Thanks dear…” you say

“No need to thank me…it’s true…You’re so talented and resourceful..and beautiful…What did I ever do to deserve an angel from heaven like you?…”

He mumbled softly but you could still hear…He was Head over heels for you ever since he met you, And your talents and hobbies always impressed him

“Dear, you being so kind and loving is why you’ve captivated me…”

you say in response, with a little grin…He smiled before leaning up towards your face

“you really are the most wonderful person I’ve met.”

He said in such a loving tone…This continued for a while…He stayed there with his arms wrapped around your waist whispering sweet compliments on how wonderful you are and how talented you are in your baking hobby

he loves you. You love him.

Happily ever after.

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(-Untill he gets shot-)

JK JK LOL

but anyways Anon I hope you liked it! It’s 10pm and im getting ready for school starting in two weeks lol, getting stuff ready to chillax untill it starts. middle school is gonna be hard.

was there proofread? No.

but still! I hope this got what you craved for and I hope you don’t notice how I struggled with making it a bit longer, I’m sorry it’s so short!

-Chaos

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