#where one hunts just to hunt and the other plays/eats the prey later

[wszczebrzyszynie]

i dont remember who but someone asked me if Jellie and owl Grian hunt together and the answer is no. They would however compete for the prey

[llamagoddessofficial]

llama i must know

do you have any thoughts about siren bad sanses? 👉👈(//ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠//)

do i

Horror: Now, Skull is a cecaelia. But I think Horror would be a little different. A big frightening toothed whale - particularly, a Risso's dolphin. Risso's dolphins have a cool effect where any time they get an injury, their scars lose pigment and remain white forever. Horror is slowly turning whiter and whiter as time goes on.

Just like usual, he used to be normal sized, but his injury kickstarted a bizarre growth spurt and he's become far larger than he ever should've. He enjoys targeting boats - since he's so big he can easily sink small ships, his favourite 'game' is ramming vessels and seeing who survives after the ship rolls over. He eats anyone who drowns.

I can imagine him falling in love with you from the water, and rocking your boat purely to get your attention. If you ignore him he slams into the hull in frustration. He'd never sink your boat, of course... not unless you were really, REALLY ignoring him, and he lost his temper.

Dust: An oceanic whitetip shark. The beautiful dark colouring. The 'dusty' white edges of the fins and tail. A solitary, wandering creature that's probably responsible for many of the open-water shark attacks attributed to other species... IMO, it's absolutely perfect.

Before joining Nightmare, he travelled long distances in isolation, avoiding large vessels or groups but hunting down and killing anyone (or anything) he caught alone. He'll follow prey for weeks; he often waits for people on boats to go stir crazy before he attacks.

He's a distant admirer. He'll stalk from afar, but come closer at night, when it's hard to distinguish his dark shape against the moonlit sea. He thinks you'll be a very pretty siren.

Killer: @aka-indulgence suggested Killer is a bull shark and she's absolutely right. Killer is hyperactive and murderous, but incredibly loyal to those he cares about (even if he won't admit he cares). Bull sharks are fast, notoriously aggressive, yet surprisingly social.

Killer just enjoys... well, killing. He sometimes plays with his prey, but the games are never as forgiving as Horror's, or as patient as Dust's. He likes to bite the limbs off of his targets and watch them struggle to get away.

He's extremely friendly to you. Worryingly so. He lacks any subtlety, he'll come right up to your boat and put his arms over the edge when he wants your attention, flirting like you didn't just watch him murder another siren in cold blood. A swift strike with an oar is usually enough to ward him off - but unfortunately, it never seems to chase him away permanently.

Nightmare: He isn't any one species. He's much, much older. He was something else before his corruption... but times change, don't they? If you don't know what to call him, he certainly doesn't mind the ego stroke of being called a kraken.

Obviously it would be ridiculous of me to make Nightmare anything other than a cecaelia. He's large, scary, black as midnight sea, beautifully bioluminescent when he wants to be. He has attributes of lots of different deep-sea creatures; retractable hooks in his tentacles, a toxic bite, terrifying teeth, incredible vision. He's not the kind of thing you want to encounter underwater. Ever.

The other sirens would be very reluctant to let Nightmare know you exist. But when all three of his underlings are chasing the same prey... well. You'll catch his eye sooner or later.

[lycanlovebites]

busy thinking abt T4T werewolf + vampire boyfriends…

werewolf boyfriend who brings his mate fresh prey every day and carefully cooks the best parts into stews and pies when his mate gets sick.

vampire boyfriend who makes sure that he and his boyfriend takes their allergy meds before they go out to eat garlicky food because they’re both garlic-intolerant and often forget and get upset stomachs afterwards.

werewolf boyfriend who carefully trims his fur around his top surgery scars after every big shift so they’re more visible.

vampire boyfriend who cooks lovely meals for his boyfriend and gratefully drinks his blood afterwards in exchange.

Werewolf boyfriend who gently wraps himself around his mate when he’s recovering from top surgery, propping him up while he rests, bringing him his favorite prey and foods so he heals well. Werewolf boyfriend who makes sure to provide him with plenty of blood-infused drinks and soft foods to help him gain his energy, bringing him medicine and covering him in soft pelts to keep him warm.

Werewolf boyfriend who keeps his mate entertained with tales of old hunts and stories his pack told him, reading his mate’s favorite poetry out loud for hours and quietly howling lullabies until he falls asleep in his fluffy embrace.

Werewolf boyfriend who helps his boyfriend settle into bed and makes sure he doesn’t stay up all night, knowing he would probably be too stubborn to rest when he could be doing so many other things, like rereading that book he loved, or painting, or playing the piano late into the night or lurking around the abandoned church with his fellow bat companions who lived there.

Werewolf boyfriend who sleeps next to his mate, careful to watch his drains and not touch his binder, even though he wants nothing more than to hold his mate safe and tight in his arms as they fall asleep. werewolf boyfriend who makes sure every single one of his mate’s plushies are accounted for and goes hunting around the house for them when one goes missing because he knows his mate misses being able to turn into a bat and resting with his other bat companions and his many plushies make him feel better when he can’t join the other bats. (All the other bats, who are just normal bats not vampires, patiently wait for him to join them when he feels strong enough to shapeshift again to join their colony. For now they wait in the rafters of the manor for him.)

vampire boyfriend who takes care of his big strong boyfriend as he recovers from his top surgery, surrounding him in pillows and silky sheets, making sure he rests and takes things slow because he’s not used to letting himself be taken care of this way.

Vampire boyfriend who meticulously records his boyfriend’s drains, emptying the ampules and saving the blood for later. Taking care of his boyfriend can be a bit tiring and while he wants nothing more than to be there for him, he tends to forget to feed himself, and his boyfriend agrees that there’s no reason for all that blood to go to waste.

Vampire boyfriend who carefully wraps his boyfriend’s painkillers in lumps of cheese and venison to help it go down easier.

Vampire boyfriend who brings his boyfriend new books to read to him and playing his favorite songs on the old piano and letting the melodies echo through their manor, helping his boyfriend out of bed and into the garden so he can feel grass under his paws again and feel wind in his fur.

Vampire boyfriend who gently scratches his boyfriend’s back and behind his ears where he can’t reach. Vampire boyfriend who turns into a bat and rests on his boyfriend’s forehead, giving him little tiny bat kisses on the bridge of his snout as they fall asleep together.

[novelmonger]

The first time I watched The Wild Robot, a cynical part of me was skeptical when all the animals set aside their instincts and started working together. What are the predators going to eat if not the prey animals? This isn't Zootopia, where they can go to the grocery store and buy vegan burgers or whatever. The movie had already established very bluntly that some animals eat other animals, so they can't just brush something like that under the rug, right?

I was willing to suspend my disbelief, though. It's a kids' movie about talking animals; even with the dark humor peppered throughout the movie, they weren't going to have these lovable characters literally eat each other, and that's okay. There are plenty of other movies that do the same. And it's not really the point of the movie anyway, so fussing about it is just going to ruin a good time.

But as I thought about it later, I suddenly remembered that passage from Isaiah 11:6-9:

The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat, and the calf and the lion and the fattened calf together; and a little child shall lead them. The cow and the bear shall graze; their young shall lie down together; and the lion shall eat straw like the ox. The nursing child shall play over the hole of the cobra, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the adder's den. They shall not hurt or destroy in all my holy mountain, for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord as the waters cover the sea.

In other words...the state of the island at the end of the movie is the way things are supposed to be. The way they will be in the end. Predator and prey living together, their young lying down in safety together (like they do in Roz's hut), no longer hurting or killing each other.

The island at the beginning of the movie is the way it is, full of death and fear, because of the Fall. The animals' very nature has been corrupted so they are incapable of seeing the possibility of life without killing and hunting. Until someone from the outside comes and shows them a better way. Someone who dies because of love, comes back to life because of love, and eventually leaves with the promise of returning one day. And now that island is forever changed, a model of the heavens and earth that is to come.

[clonedchaos]

Indoraptor and Ink Demon Headcanons

Sooo, I was bored last night and let my tired brain wander through some headcanons of my two favorite characters in fiction meeting and their interactions with each other if it wasn't just "them trying to murder the other". They have some similarities, but like, this is a very niche topic so read if you'd like. (And yes I'm writing two different stories where they would meet so look out for that if you're interested)

The Indoraptor likes to mimic the Ink Demon's smile. Ink thinks he's doing it as a form of mockery, but it's really just the dinosaur copying his persistent behavior.

Do they play fight? ... Yeah. Mostly because they occasionally get on the other's nerves. The Indoraptor specifically nips on Ink's horns if he's ticked off with him.

Both of them hate loud noises so they usually stray away from human civilization for the most part. Indo is more inclined to hunt humans down because they're, well, easier prey than bears.

I just think it would be funny if the Indoraptor taught the Ink Demon how to climb trees. Despite him having goatlike hooves, I don't think he would've done nearly as much climbing in the studio as opposed to creatures like mountain goats whom spend extensive time scaling treacherous peaks. And we've already seen Indo be able to scale buildings.

I'd like to think that these two have some weird form of communication. The Indoraptor canonically has echolocation, while the Ink Demon seems to have a sort of omnipresence in the studio at times. Outside the studio, I'd still like to think his sense of smell and hearing are just as clear. Perhaps they click their claws together in varying patterns that describe something specific like "Danger", "Food", etc.

Maybe the Indoraptor calls Ink "Drippy" or something along those lines since he, well, literally drips ink everywhere. And no I don't mean the meme version of drip--

I imagine Indo once, out of curiosity, lapped at some of the machine's ink. This is what happened:

He never did it again after that.

If the Indoraptor somehow ended up in the ink realm, I'd imagine he keeps trying to eat searchers or lost ones. And, following the former bullet point, that doesn't go well for him. Ink has to bring him actual meat inside the machine or has to pull him away from eating inky things if he gets too hungry.

Maisie and Audrey are their hoomans respectively. No touch. (And yes Maisie is like Audrey’s little sister or daughter)

Them bc yessss: (Don't take this too seriously but I think it would be cute even if it's super out of character)-- They form a cuddle pile at night to keep warm.

THEY'RE BROTHERS, YOUR HONOR!!!!!!

Anyways, thanks for listening to my niche ramble. Might do some more later. :)

[booppooo]

Can I request a fic where the reader and abby have been messing around for a while and everyone knows that they are both off limits because of one another. Kinda like fuck buddies but feelings are definitely involved.

Can this fic be stationed in college?

There's More to This

Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader

AN: uhm I didn't add any smut to this if that was what you were getting at I'm sorry....I hope you enjoy? Thanks for requesting nonetheless <3

Warnings: arguing, fwb to lovers, jealousy

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There were no strings attached, so why did it hurt so much when Abby talked about her?

"Yeah she was kinda crazy, she wanted to handcuff me to the bed and shit - I wasn't into it." Abby explained while sipping on a beer in your apartment.

Little did you know, Abby was lying about the entire endeavor with Nora. She just wanted to see how you would react, make you jealous even.

And she succeeded, because you crossed your arms and leaned toward the opposite end of the couch distastefully, "That is pretty weird." It took more than you wanted to admit to not grumble.

Seeing you so defensive and with your nose stuck up in the air shamefully made Abby's heart leap in her chest. It was stupid how involved she got with you, because now - what was supposed to be another stupid hook up - turned into several late night booty calls, and now casual fuck buddies.

Before it was just, 'wyd?' texts at 3am, either both of you were drunk, or up stressing over homework. But as of late, you both would instinctually gravitate toward each other during the day. Walking each other to classes, getting something to eat together, even ending up going to parties together. This meant that those middle of the night texts were now fucking on each other's couch at 2 pm on a Wednesday.

And for a while that's how it was. More or less just you and Abby reaching out for one another to get a 'fix.' It was too easy and too familiar to want and branch out, at least that's what you told yourself. That was also the impression Abby gave you, because you used to laugh together at the desperate texts she'd get from old hook ups freshly after you two were done playing around in the sheets.

Until Nora.

Well, until Abby's story about Nora. A fable.

From your understanding, you two were on the path to becoming exclusive - possibly even dating, but this certainly threw a wrench in things. Honestly, a part of your heart broke over what she told you.

You glanced at the clock - 4PM. Was it too odd an hour to kick her out for 'homework' purposes?

"Hey uh, I got a paper I need to work on for my psych class." You reached for the remote on the coffee table and turned off Parks and Recreation.

"Yeah I get it, I can hang out here until you're done," then she glanced at the time, "You wanna get an early dinner first?"

You could just strangle her.

"Hm I would but I'm not hungry right now." You felt like you were scrambling to get her out, "And I'd be cool with you waiting but I'll probably be working on it all night, it's a pretty long paper."

Maybe it was the nervous tone in your voice, or the way you wouldn't make eye contact with her, but somehow she saw through your bullshit, "Oh yeah? And what's the paper about? Because you usually like to get dinner about this time."

Her words hit you like a frying pan over the head, "It's a research paper I've been putting off, it's like a whole semester long thing." Slowly you inched toward the front door.

"Uhm, okay? When do you plan on eating then?"

What was annoyance before, turned into anxiety, and now anger. Rage was beginning to simmer below your rib cage and in your cheeks.

"Probably around 6 or so. I'll see you later, I need to work on this." Your hand was on the door knob.

Abby stood from her seat and watched you with an arched brow, "You're being really weird. Did I do something wrong?"

"No just-" you we're getting upset, "I just want to get this paper done."

She started grinning, gradually approaching you like a lion hunting it's prey, "Doesn't seem like it."

Across from you she leaned against the wall and watched you teeter on the edge of seething. Her arms were crossed to show her muscles, a full fledged smirk on her face.

You didn't want to argue, you knew if you did you'd actually tell her what was nagging at you.

"You can show your way out." Then you left for your room.

Unfortunately, you only made it a few feet before she had your wrist and tugged you against her.

"Hey now - that's now way to treat your guest." It was evident in her voice she thought this was going in a certain direction, despite all your efforts to steer her the opposite way.

"Abby don't touch me!" You snagged your wrist away and frowned.

It seemed now she wanted to take you seriously.

"Okay you're definitely being weird. What's going on?"

"Just go Abby."

Tears began to form in your eyes, so you turned and headed for your bedroom.

She scoffed, "I'm not leaving until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you."

You stopped dead in your tracks. Jaw tense and tears brimming in your eyes, it would be an understatement to say you were frustrated.

"I'll call the cops."

She laughed. Your voice was meek and shaky.

"Listen, if I did something, just tell me. You're acting like a damn kid."

If you wanted to act like a kid you could. You wouldn't hesitate to scream and kick and throw yourself on the floor until someone called the police because of how much noise you made. Anything to make her leave.

"Are you jealous?"

Was she really that dense? No, she had to be doing this on purpose. There was no way she didn't think she was innocent.

"What an astute observation. Now get out." The rest of your journey to your bedroom was spent wiping away tears.

But you should've known better, because Abby was quick to throw herself in front of your door and keep tormenting you.

"Woah hey- are you crying?" She cupped your jaw and forced you to meet her eyes, but you averted her gaze, "Way to rub it in." You shoved her hand away.

Now Abby really felt shame. She didn't know it would make you cry, nor this angry. She just wanted to get a rise out of you, perhaps even test the waters on hate fucking.

Both of her hands held your melancholy expression now, "Y/n, hey, I didn't mean for this to happen. I just wanted to see how you'd react. Do you really think I slept with her?"

"What else was I supposed to think!?" You snapped, now sobbing.

"Shit I don't know? I thought you would get all jealous and then wanna fuck it out or something."

The words coming out of her mouth only fanned the flame behind your eyes. Beyond your miserable sobs was raw anger, and everything Abby did to try and tame it only exacerbated it.

Wriggling from her hold you tried to shove her aside to disappear into your room - the only thing you had been trying to do this entire time. If this continued any longer, you'd have a breakdown.

"Wait a second-" Abby reached for you once more and tried to restrain you against her chest, "I'm sorry, I know that was stupid."

You persisted against her, some of your tears wetting her shirt, "No shit!"

"Just calm down alright? I promise I won't do it again." In a desperate attempt to diffuse the situation she tried to wipe some tears from your wet skin.

"Abby-" you finally broke free," there isn't going to be 'again.' I don't want to fucking see you again! You're so oblivious and just want to use me for my body."

That seemed to strike a gnarly nerve inside her, because her brows dipped disdainfully and her nose scrunched.

"Are you - heh - are you breaking up with me?"

It was your turn to laugh, "Break up? Break up what exactly? You never asked me to be your girlfriend, every time you come over we fuck; there's nothing there! This is bullshit!"

"Oh! Oh so all those times I bought you dinner, and was late to my class so I could walk you to yours, and the countless hours we spent together laughing in bed was just nothing. Is that it? Is that the bullshit?"

This was the first time you had seen each other angry. You never thought you'd reach this point, truthfully you were okay with being fuck buddies and letting the label come naturally, but the nature of the argument had you expressing otherwise. You were afraid. Abby wasn't going to hit you, but she was a smart girl and knew what would strike you the wrong way as far as hurtful words. But you also had a few things up your sleeve.

"You never said otherwise. It's the same shit I'd do for my friends. As far as I'm concerned, we were barely casual."

"Are you kidding me? Is this a joke?"

"Oh- like you 'kidding' about fucking Nora?"

"Yes!" She was nearly as hysterical as you, "I already told you it was fake!"

You nodded, "Yeah, like whatever you thought we had."

She sighed out exhaustion, "Oh my god," and pinched the bridge of her nose, "What do you want from me Y/n? Hm?"

Reflecting her attitude, you crossed your arms, "Nothing now."

"Fuckin c'mon," she groaned, "Don't be like that, work with me a little bit."

After all this, she wanted you to be forward and honest? To suddenly come up with a solution and slap a band-aid on all of this? How were you supposed to think about any of that when knocking her front teeth in would feel so much better?

"How about you work yourself out of my apartment. I don't know what you're trying to hurry up and fix, but if you're scared you're gonna lose your fuck buddy then you should be."

"Stop saying that! I'm trying to apologize to you. If we were just fucking I wouldn't stand here and rip my hair out over you."

Now she looked completely frazzled. Her hair was messy, eyes red, chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

There was something that was going over your head, "Did you actually think we were dating?"

"You tell me." She deadpanned.

"Then why make up the stupid story about Nora?!"

She ran her fingers through her hair, "We've been over this. It was a dumb idea to turn you on. I already said sorry - can you please just get over it?"

Studying her features, you contemplated your argument. Matter of fact, you contemplated your dynamic as a whole. So much was brought up, more than you wanted to voice into the world, but it was too late to take it back now. Was it too late for you two? Was a relationship really a good idea?

There was one way to find out if she was really seriously about this, "Okay, I'll get over it, if you ask me."

A bit of your heart broke when you noticed how she was holding on by a thread, "Huh?"

You repeated yourself, serious in your gaze and jaw clenched.

"Wh-what?" Her eyes darted around your expression, "Do you want me to ask you out?" You didn't waiver, this was for her to figure out.

"Will you be my girlfriend...?"

It wasn't the most romantic, and the furthest from ideal, way to be asked out, but you accepted it. She sighed in relief and scooped you up in a hug, letting the tension naturally set, no further words spoken.

Bzz.

You both perked up. Abby slipped her phone from her pocket and let you read the message with her.

Unknown number: hey, been a while since we talked. What've you been up to? Busy tonight?

Abby: yeah I'm hanging out with my girlfriend

You smiled up at her and she planted a kiss on your forehead.

Unknown number: oh shit sorry, who?

Abby: Y/n

Unknown number: really? I thought you were just tapping that

Abby: uhm no?

"Do people think we were just fucking around?" You wondered out loud, watching as Abby blocked the number.

The blonde shrugged, "You did."

You clicked your tongue in disappointment and shoved her away.

"Hey! Don't be like that. I was just teasing you. Would dinner make you feel better?"

Looking over your shoulder at her, you carefully considered her offer.

"....let's go."

Abby chuckled and made her way back toward the front door, slipping on her shoes, "I have a few ideas for dessert then," her eyes lingered along your body.

You couldn't help but let your vision wander as well, "I actually like the sound of dessert before dinner."

"Oh yeah?" Her hand instinctively found your hip.

"Definitely."

[takiberry]

Since you want some hard thoughts, lets talk about kinks. I'm doing K and Euijoo now, but I'll give them like a long formal one like I've done the others lately, now it's just a little blurb:

I fully believe K would have a thing for primal play, like he would go all out with it, like fucking you in the forest, absofuckinglutely. He would enjoy the whole chase, like he's a marathon runner, his dick would immediately get hard seeing you running from him, he knowing how easily he could catch you, but instead he'd let you get the upper hand for a bit, and even you know he is only playing with you. The idea of hunting his s/o like they are prey and he is the predator, absolutely here for it.

Fuma, honestly, I feel he's kinda vanilla, but if I had to give him anything, it would be extreme impact play, I feel like he would absolutely just have days where he just ties you up and leaves a vibe on you, and would use a variety of whips and paddles on you all while telling you that you can't cum. I also think he'd go feral for angry sex, like you piss him off one too many times that day, either you are being overstimulated until you are in tears, or you are being edged until you are crying for him to just let you have. Definitely an extremely mean dom on days when you piss him off, otherwise he's a soft vanilla dom.

Nicholas gives me big exhibitionist vibes, like he would absolutely have no problem fucking you infront of his friends, he would do it without any problem. He would honestly get off on it, them watching but unable to touch, and definitely unable to have you how he has you. He would enjoy how shy you are, trying to hide from the prying eyes, but he instead would absolutely get off on it, enjoying the stares the others give the two of you, pride feeling his heart knowing that only he gets to have you, and all they have is their hand.

Euijoo I feel would never want to admit it, but he would absolutely love somnophilia, consensually of course, he would especially like it more on your end than his end. Like you getting so horny you end up waking him up with a blow job, trying to get him horny enough to fuck you, or even waking him up to your riding his hard on trying to get off since you were so horny you couldn't wait to wake him up. He would occasionally do it himself, waking you up with his dick in you, trying to get himself off before you woke up, or something I think he would absolutely love above all, waking you up by eating you out, like he would absolutely love doing that.

Yuma would love role play, like I definitely see him loving like secretary and boss, nurse and patient, maid and boss, cop and prisoner, and others. Absolutely buys you like a sexy little nurse costume and maid costume and all, like you'd have a whole enough part of your closet dedicated to this, since he has to buy you one of everything. He see him absolutely loving interrogation play specifically, like the idea that you are a sexy little cop trying to interrogate him, the big bad criminal, would turn him on so much, especially when you act so mean towards him, since he knows he's easily going to overpower you and fuck you for all those means words later.

Jo I see being really into sensation play, but more so for you than himself, he would never branch into wax play and things like that unless you want to, since he wouldn't want to hurt you, but he would definitely do like ice play and feathers and massage oils and stuff like that. I once mentioned he'd selfish in bed, so he sees this as a way to please you a bit before he gets what he wants, making you have a bit of fun before getting the main event, since once he's in you, he's gone.

Harua I feel would love shibari and kinbaku, he's a bit on the smaller side, so he can't just use his physical strength to hold you down, so instead he ties you up so beautifully with various ropes to the point you are unable to move, and instead at his mercy. He would love how it makes it easier to manhandle you, since your hands are tied behind your back, so he's able to twist and turn you into whatever position he wants you in without much effort.

Taki absolutely loves dacryphilia, like he's a mean dom so you are definitely crying under him, and he absolutely just loves it. Watching your eyes fill with tears would get him harder than he already was, seeing you look up at him with your tear filled eyes would sometimes be enough to make him cum on instinct. He would definitely degrade you and make comments about how you are crying but still haven't used the safe word, definitely does stuff like licking the tears off your face, before laughing and doing whatever it was that made you cry again.

yelling and crying like actually ☹️🙏🏻 anon these are so accurate like you have idea

MEAN DOM TAKI SO REAL TOO LIKE

[ananke-xiii]

Form and Void... Hands and Hearts.

Intro.

Sam, Billie and the Poor Guy.

Form as Void and Void as Form is personified in Amara. Amara is The Darkness and she's empty, hungry and asks to be fed. But she's also got a very specific form and it's changing and growing very rapidly.

But this is also the episode where The Empty is mentioned for the first time and Sam asks God (who's absent) for help. I think it was a compelling triangulation that this episode suggested but it didn't really go anywhere. I mean, technically the themes kept theming (lol) because Dean got paired with Amara, Sam (very briefly) with God and Cas (eventually) with The Empty. However, to be fair, it's a feeble connection, a mere parallel that eventually doesn't really go that far in terms of meaning. It makes for a nice signifier, though.

Speaking of signifiers, I like the fact that in this ep Sam's the one asking people "What's your name?" and people don't immediately reply to him. He's looking for meaning and he's finding none. I also like how Billie, initially, was more of a threat to Sam, she's got beef with both brothers but in this episode she's very much focused on Sam as she's sensing that he's dying. I would have liked to see more but, as we know, Billie will later kinda of obsess a little over Dean so, once again, goodbye Sam's storyline.

Speaking of Sam, since Cain has been invoked in this episode and since he's starting to hear voices in his head we know that he's being paralleled to SPN's Abel and Abel's pov is completely missing in SPN. I personally would have loved it if s11 were a bit more Sam-focused but after mid-season s11 is definitely more about Dean, so... I think this was one of the season's flaws.

Sam's also super scary in this episode. He goes to a hardware store to grab tools to basically hunt people. He electrocutes a guy and he does it using both hands and going for his heart. He then proceeds to abduct him, chain him and handcuff him. I find it funny when people like to portray Sam as rational and well-adjusted cause, and I mean it lovingly (lol), Sam's fucking insane. I mean, yes, he wants to help people and these people have been infected but I love the fact that the first thing he does is to create a trap as if they were mice and then save them (well, apart from the electrocuted guy who dies after his pudding). It plays very well into the subversion theme of the episode: hunting people to save people.

Poor Guy handcuffed by Sam is very tender, he doesn't even ask to be freed: he wants something REAL, something to hold in his hands. Look at that gesture! I feel so sorry for him. He's the episode's established prey. I wonder who are the others (spoiler: Cas and Amara)?

Poor Guy asks for a pudding and tells Sam he's just taking his "sweet time" while he should "eat a bullet". Food here is very much related to death and, right on time, Billie the Reaper enters the stage.

Bille's first appearance is via her hand's shadow while she's singing this song:

O death, o death, o death won't you spare me over another year? Oh, what is this that I can't see with ice-cold hands taking hold of me? When God is gone and the devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?

And then we get this beautiful shot (this is the shadow of Billie's right hand taking the guy left's hand):

Poor Guy wants to hold something in his hands while Death, with her ice-cold hands, is taking hold of people. Oh, poor guy, Poor Guy!

Sam is then handed a recycled version of s9 Dean's praying in the chapel but nobody comes for him (it's maybe for the better lol). He literally needs to save himself using Billie's suggestion (I love Bille, she's such an ambiguous character, she claims she wants him dead and then she helps him, same happens for Dean, I swear I wanted to know more about her):

So . . . I know it's been a long time, but . . . Dean and I, we've -- we've been through a lot of bad. But this is different. This is my fault, and I don't know how to fix it. And if I have to die, I've made my peace with that, but . . . Please. Dean deserves better. Dean deserves a life. There are people out there, good people, who are going to suffer because of me, and I am not asking you to clean up my mess. Hell, I don't even know if you're out there, but . . . If you are . . . And if you can hear me, I, um . . . We need your help, God. We need to know there's hope. We need a sign.

As I've stated before, Sam is asking for names which is a way to anchor reality by defining it in order to be able to keep on living. In other words, to find a sign that gives meaning to what's happening. But nobody replied when he asked for people's names and God won't reply either.

So what do we know about Sam? He's the hunter hunting for preys to save. He's devoid of meaning and nobody is willing to give it to him. He needs to give himself meaning. His form is decaying since he's dying. He's also becoming Abel and this is NOT a good sign because it means that he'll become Lucifer's prey. Sam's very much Amara's opposite: while she's growing, he's dying; he's asking for help and meaning but nobody is there to help him while Amara asks to be fed and she finds people (Jenna, Crowley) who are willing to provide for her. However, they have one thing in common: they both know one thing or two about cages.

We Need To Talk About Cas.

While Sam asked for a sign, Cas asked for help. However, he got something. What, you ask? A hand-me-down from S9, just like Sam and the chapel scene (LOL). Cas, like Dean in s9, desperately and stupidly asks ANGELS for help. Of course angels always come when they hear prayers to them, it's just that they usually come to scam people and so Cas gets scammed.

Angels are on a hunt to find the Winchesters and they're using Cas as a smear of blood on their trail. He gets abducted, restrained and handcuffed just like Poor Guy:

Castiel hanging like red meat.

Cas, again desperately and stupidly, asks for mercy in the name of brotherhood to which Ephram the angel is like: sir, this is a Wendy Heaven.

CASTIEL: Mercy, brother, please! EFRAM: Brother? Ha! What are you? CASTIEL: W-what? I'm an angel of the Lord. EFRAM: That so? 'Cause, near as I can tell, when you have to choose between heaven and the Winchesters . . . JONAH: You choose them. EFRAM: Every time. So, see, you're not my brother. And if I had it my way, I'd take this blade, stick it in your heart . . . and call that a damn good day.

Angels are very interested is some of Castiel's parts.

I think this is an important image. We know Castiel's got too much heart etc. so methinks it's suspish that angels are so concerned with Cas' heart... why do they wanna stick their blade in there? (this sounds awful but I'm proud of it LOL), what's inside these damn hearts of these damn characters that we can't know?! Sometimes storytelling must be bold and Supernatural, when it comes to the heart, rarely is. It's a real shame.

Anyway, here comes Hanna: they act like Gadreel coming to Dean when called to save Sam but they're the wolf in disguise. Hannah is Gadreel is the preacher/hunter from "The Night of the Hunter" is... Crowley.

Yes, look at these following shots:

Crowley putting lots of sugar in his tea with his right hand:

Crowley puts sugar in his tea. It's a shocking news for me.

Hannah single-handedly (with their right hand) freeing Cas from the ropes.

Now we've seen how the right hand is NOT the hand of love so we know now that Hannah, just like Crowley, is pretending, they're not there to help, they're on a hunt.

As per usual, Cas kills all of his "brothers" and saves himself just like Sam. Nobody's there for these characters (Big Sad Face).

So how is Cas compared to "Form and Void" Amara? Well, in his case things are a little different. Amara is referred to as "a little angel" by Jenna's grandma while Crowley refers to Cas as "the idiot angel". Cas himself states that he is angel in front of his brothers.

Plot twist: Amara's got the devil inside ("The devil's in that girl!").

Soulless Jenna smashes angels' statues + that thingy that resembles a lot Poor Guy's open hands.

Plot twist 2! If both Amara and Cas are "angels" and now Amara's got the "devil inside" does that mean...? Yeah it does. Dabb literally told us Cas will be Lucifer's vessel in this episode and I hate it that he was so clever and smooth about it. Grrrr. It's such goood storytelling why is he writing it? Lol. Lucifer bearing the key to Amara's cage, Cas ending up in Lucifer's cage and setting him free... Is, perhaps, one might humbly asks, Castiel the key to someone connected with Amara? The Lucifer/Amara/Castiel of it all is absolutely beautiful. I L-O-V-E it.

The final blow. Sam and Dean are back to the bunker, we see the pile of books from S10's ending and the light illuminates just parts of a book's title.

I need to know the bunker's novels section.

The screenshot, as per my usual, is shitty but the very last book on the pile reads "Sec.....of the Heart" by Cynthia F..."

And then, boom, we find Cas on the other side of the pile. I told you that there is a secret in this episode and the secret is that between Form and Void there's something and this something is the heart of...? Of course we know it's Dean's.

[zeoumren]

Oh boy, I have been reading over @llamagoddessofficial 's bad Sans fae collection and I am in love with it!! And then I started thinking: oh I wonder if they found an abandoned kid? So naturally the only course of action was to write it all out as a lil one shot! (Psst hey, you can read some of their fae AU here, Which you should. It's super good)

He had been tracking it for days, a giant of a bear just along the outskirts where the borders were thin and shimmering.

Places where in the summer court, there would be offerings humans left for them. Here however, it was another matter. The veil was shimmering as ice on a crystal lake and ten times as dangerous. For who knew what could fall in…or out. 

The great footprints lead him into winding great pines. The ice mingled with the heady scent of sap. He knocked one of the trees with a grin, he would have to tap some later. For the moment he was closing in on his prey.

The cave  was more of a small mound almost unnoticeable in the snow, the entrance must be a squeeze for the great beast. He felt something crunch underfoot and saw the bones. 

The bones of a bear cub.

Either this bear was a cannibal or…

Perhaps killing it was a mercy. The grief of losing a cub might drive the thing mad later.

He was about to enter when he heard the roar and without warning was rammed into. The protective instincts of a mother animal, even as her child lay to rest. 

He would make sure to use every part of her and lay her bones by her cub, he readied himself to strike when he heard the rapid padding of small feet racing from the cave.

A small creature launched itself onto the back of the great hulking beast. He could only look on agape. A child. A HUMAN child was clinging to the back of this great beast nuzzling into its fur while the beast snuffled at it and scruffed it by a tattered shirt, pushing it with its snout into the cave once more. The child made a growl of protest. Mimicking the mother bear.

Horror saw. He saw the hunger now. The mother had its fur hanging off of its body. The child was thin. Not unfed but underfed. They were both clinging to life with desperation. He held the child’s gaze, it could not be too old. Five at most. 

Why was it here and not with its parents?

He recalled Killer scoffing quietly  when he asked about how he found the cats once.

“Humans use the winter borders to dump unwanted things, big guy. Don't ask me why.”

An unwanted abandoned child and a starving mother.

Nightmare was not going to be impressed with him.

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He levelled Horror with a look that could freeze hell over. Beside the behemoth of a fae was a large mangy bear and scruffed in his hand was a growling human child. The bear was more calm than the human, though beasts generally knew when true predators were present.

“Tell me once more what you want to do with…those.”

Horror shrugged and held the human up again.

“Killer gets to keep his cats. This is mine.”

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You whined for your mother as this huge creature held you up to the dark sparkly one. It looked like the dark ice covered rocks that your mother let you play with. You were not biting, mother was not, so you would not but you wanted to as they chirped at each other. Worse than birds they seemed…well at least the dark one. The big one scruffing you did not speak much which suited you just fine. You wanted to go back to the den, there was a fishbone you had been happily gnawing on. The hunts had been bad for mother lately and you were not whining for much anymore. The dark one rose from its perch interrupting your thoughts about eating the bones and held your face. A chill struck you as it stared at you, it wanted to scare you sadly for them…

This thing was bones, as was the other.

You opened your jaws and clamped down on the hand coming close to you. Unlike the one holding you, this one did not have the same feel as bones or even rocks.

It was cold, it made your tongue hurt but hunger drove you, your stomach growled.

You found your jaw being stuffed as the being in front of you forced more of his hand in. You released him as you felt your jaw pop with a whine. 

You flinched as that hand now reached towards you expecting violence for your actions, instead there was a gentle touch to the top of your head and something in you leaned into that touch. The being…the man? Chuckled.

“I see, this small one is quite spirited. very well Horror you may keep it.”

The big one wrapped its arms around you. Warm and unyielding, a deep purr making your body lose some tension. As you tried to remain wakeful.

“Sleep well, Quillan. Welcome to the winter court.”

[gachagen]

The Horror of falling in love-Heart Devourer Analysis

Spoiler Warning: I do indeed talk about everything that happens in the fic up to and including the most recent chapter, so please don't click if you haven't read the fic yourself. Heart Devourer has very heavy themes of Violence, Cannabilism, Gore, NSFW, heavy blood and much more, so please be mindful and check the tags before you read the story or read the review.

Check the original story out on AO3 by KinoWrites. It's a really good read!

This month I started reading a fic called Heart Devourer by Kino Writes on AO3 and it's my favorite genshin fic I've read this entire year. It's SUCH a good horror story that has a unique and interesting premise, while still tackling both new and old tropes flawlessly. I enjoyed the themes of the story as well as the characterization of the character's chosen for this fic.

So what is Heart Devourer even about? Well here's a quick synopsis:

"Shikanoin Heizou is the lead detective on the case of a string of cannibalistic murders committed by a terrifying killer known as the Shinzo Kuishinbo (Heart Devourer). He has to balance the endless hours he commits to the case, a crush on his roommate Kazuha, and confusing feelings for a new friend named Kuzo. Meanwhile, Kazuha is falling rapidly in love with Kuzo, despite sensing that Kuzo is hiding a dark secret. He struggles with his feelings for this mysterious man, while still harboring feelings for his roommate Heizou. All the while, Kuzo is pulling all the strings, playing them like a pair of puppets in a tragic romance." -Heart Devourer's AO3 summary

One aspect of this fic that I really enjoyed was how it took what is usually a really cute, and fluffy trope (Falling in love at first sight) and twisted it to be something downright horrifying. In books, "love at first sight" is usually played as the most romantic trope you could do, the idea that all two people needed to come together was to set eyes on one another in the first place, it's no wonder it's used so often in stories.

But in Heart Devourer, the horror doesn't just come from the way Kuzo is able to make people fall for him with a single touch or glance, it's his intentions and mind that contrast with his actions that make all of those scenes absolutely nerve wracking. Every scene with Kuzo in it where he makes someone fall for him is played not as a romantic encounter, but like a scene in a slasher film when they come across the killer for the first time. Even in the first chapter, it just feels like a classic horror film rather than the beginning of some cheesy love story:

Another thing that makes it scary is just how fast the falling in love happens for his victims. There's no slow motion view, or rose petals, and there's certainly not time to even process what's happening to the other person until it's too late. The way Kuzo's victims are described when he does this to them sounds as if they've been put under a spell in an instant, or gone crazed.

This was one of my favorite scenes in the fic, mainly because it's the one that best shows Kuzo's ability in action. Before this scene, things were peaceful and even really cute, until the horror of what Kuzo just did sinks in. The whole fic is full of this kind of tension as well, especially later on when Kuzo starts to kill and eat more people near Kazuha and Heizou's home.

Watching two people slowly fall prey to a serial killer as he hides in plain sight is such a surreal thing to read about, and every scene with Kuzo and his two loving boyfriends is super unnerving as the things he says and the things he's thinking never match at all.

His point of view is so different from Kazuha's and Heizou's that I want to break down just how narratively perfect each of their perspectives are.

Kuzo's Perspective is like reading about a monster on a sick hunt every night, he's a sad and sympathetic villain who still does absolutely terrible things to other people. His inability to actually love someone or something in a healthy way just drives him forward to commit more atrocities, and the worst part is that the people he hurts don't even realize they're being literally eaten until they're dead. The pain of having their body bitten at over time and the love they have for Kuzo always contradicts one another and shocks them out of whatever spell he's put on them.

And this is such an interesting way of doing a "love hypnosis/spell" kind of mind power, because instead of making the "love" they feel overpowering to the point where they are practically invincible, all it does is blind people to who Kuzo really is as a person. He has to not only have a constant stranglehold on someone's mind, but also their heart so they don't completely abandon him the moment he actually hurts them.

Kazuha's Perspective shifts from an adorable little meet cute between strangers, to a horror story where he's not sure what but something is wrong with his significant other, to a thriller where he has to somehow defeat a person he can't help but care about. Kazuha is a really likable hero in this story, and one that has a layer of irony to it because he like Kuzo also has a strange ability that he uses to help him understand others better. He's got a vague "connection with the wind that other's don't understand" and he's also deeply empathetic and understanding of other people. Kazuha is Kuzo's foil in this story, and he represents the kind of person Kuzo could've been if not for the tragedy that befell him when he was young. Particularly the scene where Kazuha finally realizes who Kuzo really is and what he's been doing, shows them both conversing internally but completely having separate reactions to the truth.

And in the end when Kazuha fails to beat Kuzo and practically loses everything including his own memories and heart, it's gut wrenching. You spend all of this time with him as he tries desperately to get others to catch onto the truth without directly revealing who the killer truly is, because he knows that if Kuzo is aware of anyone knowing his true intentions he'll kill them, no questions asked.

Heizou's Perspective is like reading an entirely separate book all together because he has no clue about what's really going on. Everyone is keeping him in the dark, he's not aware of what his two partners are up to, and he just wants to try and solve these murder's as fast as possible, but he's also getting too emotionally wrapped up in the perpetrator to see the truth right in front of him. Heizou's point of view is the most interesting to read about to me personally, because we get to see a "real" detective try and track down this killer, not just Kazuha who's not really trained for this. Even though Heizou doesn't have supernatural abilities like his two partners do, he's still a smart and perceptive person who knows when he's being tricked or used even under Kuzo's spell. It's Heizou's ability to deeply connect with others that puts him on par with the both of them, and lets him keep up.

Now I won't spoil what happens to Heizou just because I feel like his story is arguably the most intriguing to read about aside from Kazuha's.

The story is ongoing, but already it's managed to really tackle a lot of heavy themes about love, unhealthy relationships, and how abusers can use "love" to their advantage. The fic is, all together, a really GREAT read and I highly recommend it to everyone.

[mistfallengw2]

Ragna - 1, 2, 4, 5?

A legendary fine norn ask game [questions shortened, see link for full ones]

1. How are they building their legend?

Ragna really doesn't care at all about legends. Sure, hearing tales of legendary heroes was cool as a child, but losing her brother to his own search for glory solidified her rejection of that whole concept and did so hard. In a way she IS doing extremely important things in the Heart of Maguuma that would make her worthy of songs, but she's okay with not being remembered for it.

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2. How do they feel about norn society's expectations and traditions?

Ragna is actually just a few steps short of despising it all, and she's happy she removed herself from it. When she partially lost her sight as a child, people's attitude towards her shifted, as a mostly-blind norn was unlikely to do something truly noteworthy and they treated her as if all her potential had been squandered, to the point even her mothers' caved in to that notion, sheltering her too much and fussing over everything she did. The only one who didn't make her feel lesser was Kensley, her older brother. Sure, he felt guilty for being the indirect cause of her head injury, as she fell from a tree while they were playing together, but he tried to help her make up for it by teaching her all she was not allowed to even try, as well as being there for her no matter what. Still, what ultimately took him away from her for good were their people's expectations to see him return as a legendary hero, and that loss completely disconnected her from her people.

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4. Where are they from?

She was born near Hoelbrak, in a small yet thriving homestead popular with hunters, like her mothers. She liked the place growing up, but she always felt a longing to meet in the flesh the animals she only saw as corpses and trophies. After her injury, her family moved to Hoelbrak to make sure Ragna could live as safe from harm as possible, only returning to that homestead during the peak of each hunting season so her mothers could practice their trade more easily. The place felt more and more different everytime they went back there, however, and while she never became vegetarian, Ragna started consuming a lot less meat, as it felt wrong to do so when so many hunters disrespected their prey, preferring to eat what she and her brother hunted together.

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5. Which Spirit of the Wild do they have a connection to?

Not long after her injury, Snow Leopard appeared to her and comforted her, telling and showing her that she didn't need her sight to truly see with all her other senses, her magic and especially her mind. It took Ragna a while to properly understand what she meant and replicate, but eventually she learned to "see" through her magic and her pet eagle, as well as later compensating in different ways with tools, starting from the moment she was given magically enhanced glasses and she started learning magitech on her own from books she was once again able to read. Other than that, one thing that stuck with her is the independence aspect of Snow Leopard, as it gave her the strength to still become her true self in spite of everything. While she hasn't seen the Spirit again since that first apparition, she knows she watches over her, making sure she never loses herself.

[shailendr]

The Brazilian Salmon Pink Bird-Eating Tarantula: A Giant of the Rainforest

Introduction:

Deep in the tropical rainforests of Brazil lives one of the largest and most awe-inspiring spiders in the world—the Brazilian Salmon Pink Bird-Eating Tarantula (Lasiodora parahybana). While its name might evoke fear, this fascinating creature is much more than just a predator. With its striking appearance and impressive size, the Brazilian Salmon Pink Tarantula is a marvel of nature and an important part of its ecosystem.

What Is the Brazilian Salmon Pink Bird-Eating Tarantula?

Native to the forests of northeastern Brazil, this tarantula is among the largest species in the world, often growing to a leg span of up to 10 inches (25 cm) or more. Its name comes from the salmon-pink hairs that cover its body and legs, giving it a distinctive appearance. Despite the intimidating name, these tarantulas rarely prey on birds. Instead, they typically feed on a diet of insects, small rodents, and other invertebrates.

Size and Appearance

The Brazilian Salmon Pink Bird-Eating Tarantula’s size is one of its most impressive features. Adult females can weigh up to 100 grams, making them one of the heaviest tarantulas in the world. Their dark brown to black bodies, adorned with soft salmon-pink hairs, give them a striking contrast. Like all tarantulas, they have eight legs, a set of sharp fangs, and two primary body segments—the cephalothorax and abdomen.

Habitat and Behavior

These tarantulas are terrestrial creatures, meaning they live primarily on the ground. In the wild, they are typically found in the rainforests of Brazil, where they dig burrows to hide from predators and ambush their prey. They are nocturnal hunters, which means they are most active at night, stalking their prey with patience before delivering a quick, venomous bite.

The Brazilian Salmon Pink Tarantula may seem fearsome, but they are not aggressive unless provoked. When threatened, they will use their back legs to kick urticating hairs from their abdomen, which can cause irritation to the skin and eyes of potential predators. If this defense fails, they may bite, but their venom is relatively mild for humans, causing only localized pain and swelling in most cases.

Diet: Do They Really Eat Birds?

While they are called "bird-eating" tarantulas, this name is a bit of an exaggeration. In reality, these tarantulas rarely, if ever, hunt birds. Their diet mainly consists of insects, such as crickets, cockroaches, and beetles. They are also known to eat small mammals, such as mice, as well as amphibians, other invertebrates, and sometimes even small reptiles. The "bird-eating" name comes from early explorers who reportedly witnessed a large tarantula eating a small bird, but such instances are extremely rare.

Life Cycle and Growth

Brazilian Salmon Pink Bird-Eating Tarantulas have a relatively long lifespan, especially females, who can live up to 15 years or more in captivity. Males, on the other hand, typically live only 4-5 years. After mating, the female will lay hundreds of eggs, which she guards fiercely until they hatch. Once hatched, the spiderlings are small, but they grow rapidly, molting their exoskeleton multiple times as they develop into adults.

Molting is a critical process in a tarantula’s life, as it allows them to grow larger and replace any damaged limbs. During this vulnerable period, the tarantula will retreat to its burrow to molt in safety, emerging later with a fresh, larger exoskeleton.

Role in the Ecosystem

Despite their fearsome reputation, Brazilian Salmon Pink Bird-Eating Tarantulas play an important role in their ecosystem. As predators, they help control the population of insects and small animals, keeping the balance of the rainforest in check. Their burrows also provide homes for other creatures, and they themselves serve as prey for larger animals like birds, snakes, and mammals.

Brazilian Salmon Pink Tarantulas in Captivity

Due to their size, hardiness, and relatively calm nature, these tarantulas are popular pets among exotic animal enthusiasts. They are easy to care for, requiring a large enclosure with plenty of space to roam, along with a substrate that allows them to burrow. They are also known for their impressive feeding response, making them a favorite for hobbyists to observe.

However, because of their size and defensive behaviors, they are not recommended for beginner tarantula keepers. Handling should be avoided, as their urticating hairs and sharp fangs can cause discomfort, and they are often stressed when handled.

Conservation and Threats

While not currently endangered, habitat loss due to deforestation in Brazil poses a potential threat to the Brazilian Salmon Pink Bird-Eating Tarantula. As the rainforest continues to shrink, it is essential to preserve these creatures and their habitats to maintain the biodiversity of the region.

Conclusion

The Brazilian Salmon Pink Bird-Eating Tarantula is a remarkable and misunderstood creature. With its large size, unique appearance, and vital role in its ecosystem, this tarantula deserves recognition not just for its predatory abilities but also for its contribution to the health of the rainforest. Whether in the wild or captivity, these tarantulas remain one of the most fascinating species in the world of arachnids.

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동물 중 하나의 과(科)로써는 집단을 가장 성공적으로 이루고 있는 종류이다. 가장 개체수가 많은 동물이다. 정확한 수치는 알 수 없지만 학자들은 전 세계의 개미 수를 모두 합치면 약 10,000,000,000,000,000 ~ 20,000,000,000,000,000(1경 ~ 2경)마리가 된다고 추산한다.[1] 그리고 지구상에 존재하는 개미의 무게를 모두 합하면 지구상에 존재하는 런닝맨 653회 다시 보기 653화 《05/07》

사람의 무게를 모두 합친 것과 비슷하거나 더 무겁다고 한다.일반적으로 근면, 성실의 대표적인 생물로 사회성을 가지며 생식계급인 여왕개미와 수개미, 불임 노동계급인 일개미로 나누어져 있다.[3] 다만, 이 계급이 모든 종에게 절대적인 것은 아니며 여왕개미 없이 생식 가능한런닝맨 653회 다시 보기 653화 《05/07》

일개미로 이루어진 종, 여왕개미가 있다 하더라도 여러 마리의 여왕개미가 한 군체에 함께 있는 종이나 다른 종의 개미를 노예로 부리는 종 등 다양한 종류만큼이나 생활양식 역시 다양하다. 특히, 개미의 사회성도 다른 종으로 전파될 수 있다는 연구결과가 나오기도 했다.#런닝맨 653회 다시 보기 653화 《05/07》

The size also varies greatly depending on the species, starting from small ones like wrinkled ants that are invisible to the naked eye, and there are also huge ones that reach 40mm in size like bulldog ants.런닝맨 653회 다시 보기 653화 《05/07》

Ants are among the most powerful insects in terms of the ratio between body size and strength. Thanks to the exoskeleton, it can lift up to 20 times its own body weight.[4] Also, among omnivorous insects, it is one of the animals that play an important scavenger role in the natural world because it eats all without covering it.런닝맨 653회 다시 보기 653화 《05/07》

Common people misunderstand that ants like sugar or sweets, but that is true of bees, and ants like fat and protein the most. Just drop a few drops of cooking oil where ants pass by and the next day it becomes an ant paradise. #런닝맨 653회 다시 보기 653화 《05/07》

It has the largest brain relative to its body size. The brain accounts for 6% of body weight. It is said that the human brain accounts for 2% of body weight. An ant's intelligence is as good as its brain size, but there are individual smart ants and not-so-intelligent ants. 런닝맨 653회 다시 보기 653화 《05/07》

However, this does not mean that only highly intelligent ants gather separately, and it is said that they do not discriminate against each other and live together in anticipation of surprise. Moreover, even the left and right brains are used differently.# This is similar to 런닝맨 653회 다시 보기 653화 《05/07》

human society. Also, according to the research results, it is said that a high-level power struggle, which is not much different from a human group, takes place. These guys communicate not only with pheromones, but also with sounds, and primitive guys communicate with body tapping.런닝맨 653회 다시 보기 653화 《05/07》

Professor Choi Jae-cheon, who is famous for researching this in Korea, published a book called 'Discovery of the Ant Empire' [5] and left a famous saying, "If you know it, you love it" [6], and Professor Ryu Dong-pyo of Sangji University, who participated in red fire ant 런닝맨 653회 다시 보기 653화 《05/07》

control. there is. In foreign countries, there are Dr. Edward Wilson and Dr. Bert Höldobler, who are the heads of sociobiology, as well as in this academic world.

Among the Sim series, Sim Ant reproduces the ecology of ants well. Even though it is a game from the 1990s, it is made very carefully, such as specifying what kind of ants the queen ant will produce, exchanging food with colleagues, organizing eggs and larvae in the nest, hunting various prey from caterpillars to spiders, and 런닝맨 653회 다시 보기 653화 《05/07》

displaying pheromones. It can occupy a human's yard one square (one map per square) and later occupy the house.

If you go into the 'ant' section of the Korean Wikipedia, there are many interesting things about ants, so it's not a bad read.

[zorilleerrant]

I think everyone should have some version of this because there's so much to play with comparing real life timelines to in world events, especially if you can find a way to incorporate multiple different canons. BUT I have a version (that's only trying to account for the comics) where they're all vampires, and they got turned into vampires when they debuted, at the age they debuted. Except for Alfred, because I think it's more fun if he's the oldest of all of them, so I'm merging other earlier staff to decide his history.

The idea is that vampires have a natural camouflaging magic that surrounds them, which means everyone except for other vampires thinks they're human, and chalks everything up to them being eccentric. Older stories about Bruce and Dick are attributed to previous generations of Waynes, or people think they remembered wrong and shift the details later, or they think it must have been someone else. (This doesn't tend to work on aliens and wizards and such, but they don't always know what is going on, just that something isn't right there.)

So there's a growing Batclan that involves ever more vampires, only people think that there's always be a Wayne family that's that big, and they've always been friends with the Foxes and the Gordons etc. They try to account for the timeline in a way that makes sense to them, and fix anything wrong in their heads instinctively. But since Batman et al have been acting in subtly inhuman ways, not trying to present themselves as regular denizens of Gotham, the magic doesn't account for that part.

Vampires have to be able to hunt, and in order to do that they have to be able to stun their prey, so when they're in attack mode the magic doesn't hide them and make them blend in. Bruce figured out how to harness that to create a persona in order to keep people in check, and has been trying to improve his city ever since. It's not required to be part of his vampire clan, but since vampires are social, a lot of them feel intrigued by the idea of being superheroes.

An important part of being a vampire, as the vampire council has discovered over time, is that necromantic magic will slowly drive a vampire insane, and so exposure has to be limited. This means they have to be careful not to kill when they feed (much easier with a large city like Gotham, where they can bite tons of people), and there's a huge magical backlash if one vampire kills another, but it's less clear how killing people impacts the magic in other circumstances. No one understands how the Joker survives, since he does all three. The League of Assassins and other cults have found ways to hybridize their DNA with humans to make them less vulnerable, although this also weakens some vampire powers.

This is why they heal quickly from every injury, can levitate to some degree (e.g. to change direction midair), move faster and hit harder than humans for even prolonged periods, don't tire, don't have to eat much (except blood), have some hypnotic abilities, can see tiny clues, and have such impressive memories.

Dick always talks like he's super old because he's lived through all these shifts in popular media, and he misses old adventure stories, even though he can see more of the issues with them now. It's also why he's more willing to try new ones, because he's seen so many it's hard to stay stuck on one thing, even though he has his favorites. He loves the project of remastering old music, because it sounds like it did back then - but he still prefers live bands.

Jason likes the 80s, Tim and Steph have different preferences from the 90s, Cass is from the 00s and has yet different taste. Duke is up on current trends, but his favorites are starting to solidify. When they have arguments about it in public, the magic convinces people they're just into older music, not that they were there at the time. It's more impressive when they argue about TV, though, because they seem to have encyclopedic knowledge of shows that are hard to track down. It also impact their fashion sense, although they try their best to stay current and fashionable....

consider some kind of fae/immortal AU so ALL of the Batfam is older than they look - so Jason, despite looking like a teen, is very firmly from the eighties and hates everyone's taste in music. Dick agrees but he likes Big Band

Ok I love this!!!! 80s Jason and 40s Dick—is everybody from the era they debuted in???? That's such a fun detail. Please tell me you have more on this haha

[nevertheless-moving]

Could you talk more about your gumbo jar jar au or the frog one? 🐸

hm on close review the frog promise draft is a now redundant drabble from this au. Here it is in its entirety:

“I will never join you,” Luke said with a sneer of disgust.

Palpatine, as well as the nearby politicians, Jedi masters, and reporters were taken aback. 

“I’m afraid I don’t understand your meaning, Master Jedi,” the Senator said incredulously. “Do you mean to tell me that you consider yourself separate from the Republic? I know the Jedi Council had disavowed recognizing you but I never could have imagined...” he trailed off, leaving the crowd to murmur in alarm.

“I mean I will never join the Sith,” the rogue master replied calmly. “I imagine you’re responsible for the traces of the dark side I felt amongst the trade federation leaders.”

“The Sith...I see.” Palpatine took a step back, deliberately reassuring tone and alarmed expression clearly indicated that he suspected the man before him of insanity. “It’s been a very long day and you clearly intended to do good by my humble home world. Perhaps your fellow Jedi can take you to the healers so you can-”

“Why are you working alongside a Sith Lord?” Luke cut off the Senator and addressed Grandmaster Yoda directly. 

“A Sith Lord, you say?” Master Yoda replied. “A most serious allegation, this is.”

Basically, Luke derails the Naboo Crisis by absolutely annihilating the trade federation army, only realizing after the fact when and where he is. This means that Padme turns right around from Tatooine and never voices her vote of no-confidence. Now, Palpatine probably had contingency plans in place, but the public accusation by a Jedi of being responsible for the crisis in the first place, despite absolutely no evidence, hurts his image enough that he’s not going to win a vote, because people will think it’s a power grab. 

And it’s funny cause it’s true but Luke only barely knows that! He’s just accusing Palpatine of being behind the first evil thing he sees and he fuckin happens to be right!!!

Anyway Luke doesn’t focus on Palpatine; there are like 10,000 other Jedi around. He commits himself first and foremost to completing his training with Master Yoda because sometime Yoda just dies and fades into thin air so, you know! He’s not going to procrastinate on that again!

He goes before the council and humbly asks to be taken on Yoda’s student (this is right before Qui-Gon can ask about Anakin- literally, Anakin and Qui-Gon are in the waiting room). He gives several extremely vague banthashit explanations of who he is ‘I’m a follower of the Force,’ where he comes from ‘the Force sent me,’ and why they should train him when he’s way too old ‘the Force willed it.’ Yoda is somewhat impressed because those are some real unhelpfully wise answers and- here’s the kicker- Luke actually believes them! 

He is really committed to being a Jedi! Is 110% all about being a luminous being! This is several years after return of the Jedi and Luke has pretty much just been hanging out in force temples meditating with ghosts so he has quintessential Jedi vibes, he just knows jackshit about anything!

What really clinches it for Yoda is the fact that his robe pocket starts squirming and he pulls out a live Nabooian Salt Frog. And hands it to Yoda like, “These are one of your favorites right? :) I saw it and I thought of you :)”

Now Yoda- let’s step back a second. Yoda is old. Yoda, in his youth, was a bit more feral. He’s a top level predator and the order has always celebrated diversity and being true to your origins! He’s hunted with Tortugans on Shili! He’s unhinged his jaw with Besalisks on Ojom! 

But as the Republic’s boundaries caved in on themselves, he was more and more put into contact with Core senators who tend to be unnerved by more, ah, carnivorous tendencies. And the more he was put into high level positions by virtue of being really frickin old, the more restrained he became in his public behavior. 

Decades passed and younglings who only ever knew his more ‘harmless-prank’ feral tendencies were increasingly shocked and scared to see him occasionally unhinge his jaw to eat a scrocodile whole. Some of the prey-origin younglings from that field trip actually avoided him for the rest of the their lives.

So. Yoda is still a carnivore- but- in private. With his padawans and his closest peers. But his closest peers age and die and his padawans get younger and smaller as the decades pass. He took on two herbivorous padawans in a row and as a result restrained himself from openly hunting with another soul for around for 50 years.

And then there’s Dooku. ‘Ah a human,’ he thinks. ‘They hunt sometimes. Well. They’re omnivores at least.’

And Dooku is- and I’m not saying this to shame Dooku- but he’s prissy. He likes...neatness. He’s not afraid of violence but force forbid it’s untidy. So when Yoda, excited to get his ambush predation on, takes 14 year old Dooku who’s barely ever left the sterile confines of Coruscant on a trip to a swamp world- yeaaahh it doesn’t go well. Dooku- he doesn’t mean to, honestly. How would he even know that Yoda might be sensitive about things? He’s Yoda. 

But Dooku sobbing openly and puking a little in a bush and running away from Yoda because his Master is terrifying and gross. It... kind of puts the nail in the coffin for Yoda being open about that side of himself. He doesn’t really have it in him to try again. People’s view of him is too fixed, they can’t handle him also being a flesh creature so he focuses on the luminous side of him which is and always was, genuinely, more important than him.

And that’s been the last 100 years or so. The thrill of a live kill is just a little piece of himself that he meditates away and that’s ok. He has the force. He has the order. He’s old anyway, a real hunt would probably hurt his joints. 

And then in comes Luke, radiating Light and earnestness and Jedi serenity while also holding out a very tasty looking live frog. And Yoda realizes Dooku’s not around, he’s surrounded by a council he trusts and respects and likes, none of whom are 14 year olds, all of whom have seen the galaxy and seen worse. He is almost seizing the moment but there’s a little part of him that shriveled up when Dooku cried that’s having a hard time accepting this.

“Want it for yourself, you do not?” Yoda cackles, playing off the offer.

Luke smiles sheepishly and pulls out another live frog. “I was saving it for later. Forgive me Master, your senses are keen as ever I see.”

And Yoda...it’s not about the bribe, really, so much as the symbolism, and it’s not about the flattery either, but darn is the kid really pulling out the stops to make himself likable. And he is a kid, to Yoda anyway. Everyone is these days. What does he care about numbers when there’s a boy smiling like his third padawan, an adorable Rodian who took great delight in their more amphibious and wild missions?

Yoda snatches one of the frogs and slowly raises it in a parody of a toast. Luke does the same. The rest of the council quietly watches in various shades of bewilderment and bemusement.

They’re not actually going to eat that right? Mace thinks. Ugh I hate frogs the skin is so slimy. Shaak Ti thinks. I cannot believe they’re not even offering me one. Yaddle thinks.

And Yoda bites the head off the frog in a quick snap of his jaws, the rest following rapidly. Luke does the same- a slight assist from the force helping his less specialized mandible tear through skin and bone in a well practiced move. He chews slower, but finishes the frog soon enough, the rest of the council looking on with deep uncertainty and a tiny bit of hunger, but no actual fear. They’re Jedi Masters; they’ve eaten everywhere, it’s just a little weird for a human to be eating a live animal and Yoda as far as anyone knew only ate stew and also they were in the middle of a council meeting.

Yoda belches and Luke smiles genially.

“Take you on as my padawan learner, I will. Much to learn you have, much to teach you, I do.”

Luke beams. The council looks on in shock. 

“Master Yoda,” Mace Windu says hesitantly, “He’s clearly in his late 20s, at the earliest. If this is about the... frog thing-”

“Was a pleasant surprise, the frog. The reason for my decision, it is not. Had some training already, he has. Know each other before this day, we do. Taking over for a Master passed into the force, I am merely. Our custom, this is.”

Luke bows lowly and an initiate is summoned to escort him to the quartermasters and then the long-empty padawan suite next to Yoda’s chambers. 

Qui-Gon and Anakin are brought in and. Well. It’s a little hard for them to simply reject the boy after Yoda just pulled that stunt. He’s sent to the initiates dorm, eventually. Mace Windu has a headache from the shatterpoints blinking in and out of existence. Shaak Ti is delighted to discuss a hunting trip with Master Yoda and his new padawan learner Luke Svader. 

The force dances.

[passedtense]

He looked at her, flatly. From the outside, it was his mistress versus the world, fighting to the death to keep standing on the top brick of the pyramid. She was winning, of course. From his perspective, which was leaning just over her shoulder, it was the mistress versus herself, playing chicken in two neon sports cars. Ninety-hour work weeks, countless missed meals, decisions about high stakes deals and operations which thousands of families depended on just to get food on the table. Her heart, in tandem with Ryo, powered through it all to keep her upright, keep the blood running through her to deliver oxygen and nutrients where they needed to go. Just like everybody else, he was waiting for her to falter, watching her with the intensity of some small prey animal, scared every minute of every day that he was being hunted, that disaster would strike. He knew very intimately how close she could come. No one was that strong. But maybe his mistress was.

He would reschedule an appointment and get her into her favorite spa next week. And maybe call the doctor to stop by the office for a checkup too.

Ryo huffed, “Oh, cool, so I get to pick out dinner today. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

He didn’t wait for her to respond, the tails of his tie fluttering off his torso as he spun on his heels and started out the door with his backpack. This was their dynamic; constantly yoyo-ing back and forth between appropriate and insubordinate, professional and intimate. It was the mark of an actually good assistant, Ryo decided. Walking through the parking garage, he thought up a quick to-do list and shot a can’t make it tonight sorry text to his friend.

Place food order

Stop at home

Feed Patrick

Shower

Grab clothes to wear tomorrow, a sheet mask for the mistress, replenish backpack

Fill up her car’s gas tank

Pick up food

If they did end up being able to leave the office tonight, he would just sleep in her guest room as he usually did. He also made a mental note that they would have to leave work earlier than his original plan tomorrow so she had plenty of time to get ready for the gala. Maybe she could take a nap while he did her makeup.

-

An hour and twelve minutes later, he was back, fresh faced, wearing sweatpants and holding takeout. He put his food on the coffee table and his backpack on the couch. With a practiced methodology, he grabbed a water bottle from the minifridge and walked over to her desk. To the side of her laptop and the stack of papers she was looking at, he cleared a spot and pulled her food out, setting the plasticware and napkin neatly side by side. Stepping away, he gestured to the food “Chicken Caesar, Miss Miyawaki.”

He collected his hair and put it in a bun using the hair-tie on his wrist so he could eat unbothered as he settled into his normal spot on the couch. His back to the door, he had a clear view of both his mistress and the city outside. He flipped through his Spanish notes with one hand as he ate his own salad with the other, being sure not to get any dressing on the pages. They were doing more and more business with manufacturers in Mexico, Colombia and Argentina and would likely be traveling there soon. Between bites he practiced his pronunciation under his breath, “Jornada completa. Com- ple- ta.”

When his salad was done, he tidied up after himself and put his notes away. The filing cabinet had needed a reorganization for weeks, might as well start before he got tired. As he reached up to grab a box from the top shelf, his t-shirt rode up, revealing a few inches of his stomach. He settled on the floor next to his mistress’ desk and began separating the files into different piles, some to keep, some to discard of. He came across one he wasn’t too sure of and looked up at her, clearing his throat apologetically, “Do you want to hold on to these sales reports from last quarter?”

Twin sighs; one audible, one suppressed; one belonging to Ryo, and one to Kiana – surely the last two people in the building, save the security guards.

Not for the first time, Kiana wondered why she chose to stay in this line of work. Digs deep within her, claws through parts of herself to grasp onto an unshakeable reason – and is head-to-head with some warped sense of duty, invisible bonds that tighten the more she struggles. The truth is that there is no intrinsic reason, only the shallow one of quite liking the view on the 44th floor. Then there was the undecipherable one, the scary one, which is that the seat she’s on is hers, and hence so are the endless duties that come with her position. She wouldn’t know what to do with herself if she didn’t have work and so she remains despite the heavy drawbacks.

The cowardly way, she muses to herself. Holding onto the position not for firm beliefs, but the fear of perceiving herself beyond work.

She blinks. The late night must be getting to her.

“Thank you, Ryo.” Kiana says, eyes curved in crescent moons, fingers slipping easily around the glass. Lets the liquid burn her throat, warm her – thinks, the interviewers will never find out. Her insides are hollow but they will see someone with a firm conviction in her company’s values, someone who has passion whereas the reality is –.

Slightly teary eyes – from exhaustion, she tells herself – regard her assistant. Ryo has been with her for a while now, and she has no idea what she’d do without him. She has no idea on the specifics of what he does – which is ideal, really, because if she needed to oversee her assistant’s tasks then that’d defeat the very purpose. She has no idea why he stays to drive her home every night, and is the first person she sees when she wakes up. All she knows is that he is every bit deserving of his hefty paycheque (and her only valid assistant thus far).

“Dinner is unnecessary,” she says with a wave of her hand. The rustling of papers fills the air as she resigns to her fate. “It will only delay the inevitable. As for home, I certainly hope to.” She laughs. “But I’m unsure if that’s possible. I still have the spare change of clothes you brought over from last time, so don’t worry about me. You should head home.” As if she hasn’t said this before a million times, as if the outcome isn’t always the same.