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uncharismatic-fauna · 3 months

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A Stingray Abroad: The Broad Stingray

Bathytoshia lata is a stingray known by many names: the broad stingray, the brown stingray, and thorn tail stingray; Dasyatis lata, Dasyatis thetidis, and Dasyatis ushii. The species has accumulated all these names-- and quite a few others-- thanks to its broad distribution. It can be found in the Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian Oceans, as well as the Mediterranean sea. Typically the species stays on reefs or in coastal bays with muddy bottoms. Prior to 2012, genetic testing of stingray species revealed them to be populations of B. lata, hence the multitude of latin names.

The broad stingray is one of the largest species of stingrays; the average individual is about 1.5 m (5 ft) across and 56 kg (123 lb), with some populations reaching an excess of 2.6 m (8.5 ft) across and 290 kg (639 lbs). Females also tend to be larger than males. The body is diamond shaped, and the tail is often more than twice its length. B. lata is dark in color, often tan or black, with a white underbelly. Perhaps its most distinctive feature are the 'spines'-- also known as dermal denticles-- that line the tail and rear portion of the body, giving it the name 'thorn tail'.

The brown stingray is fairly docile, and spends most of the day lying inactive on the sea bed. At night they forage for crustaceans, polychaete worms, and small fish. They can use their powerful pectoral fins to burrow through the sand and uncover prey, and like sharks they have special organs called ampullae of Lorenzini that allow them to detect electrical fields emitted by their prey. The primary predator of B. lata is the hammerhead shark, and when threatened individuals will raise the spines along their tail to deliver whip-like blows.

Females become ready to mate in the summer, typically from November to March. Males are attracted to pheromones released by the female, and initiate a dance-like courtship ritual. If the female is receptive, he will bite down on her pectoral fins while grasping her with special claspers located at the base of the tail. Following the mating ritual, the female gestates her young internally for 10-12 months. This species is ovoviviparous, and the pups recieve nutirents from both a yolk and internally secreted milk. Following her pregnancy, the mother gives birth to live young, typically 3-4 in a litter. The pups are completely independent, and receive no parental care after being born. It takes them about 14-16 years to become fully mature, and individuals can live up to 28 years in the wild.

Conservation status: The broad stingray is considered Vulnerable by the IUCN. Its most common threat comes from being caught as by-catch in fishing nets, and intentionally for their meat and skin.

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yutopia-eleftheria · 7 months

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Inktober 2023 ; Day 10/31

Day 10 : Fortune

"Inounoshishi, the Warrior of the Boar !

Real name : Toshiko Ino. Born on April 4th. She's 176 centimeters tall and weighs 60 kilograms. She is the heiress of a distinguished family with a history that goes back over 3 centuries.

Raised by parents who pulled her in opposite directions...She learned how to appeasethem both in equal measure."

The best female character of this manga alongside Niwatori in my opinion ! I almost draw Ushii but since she is confirmed to be from a "fortune family", I decided to draw her instead.

#inktober #inktober 2023 #day 10 #jour 10 #fortune #juuni taisen #juni taisen #juuni taisen zodiac war #juni taisen zodiac war #zodiac war #inounoshishi #inonoshishi #toshiko ino #boar #warrior of the boar #procreate #digital art

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nutcromantist · 2 years

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The warriors having an S/O who’s trans? Im getting a vibe that some of them would be supportive of trans rights

Fellow trans 🤝

Warriors with a trans lover

Ushii is probably the one who knows the least about it, he might be a little awkward at first purely because he’s afraid to say the wrong thing

He’s so respectful though and he’ll pay close attention to whatever you tell him about it

He makes sure you know that he loves you no matter what and he doesn’t think of you any different

Afterwards he’ll do research on his own to be more informed. I’m talkin reading glasses ON. typing “transgender” into google with one finger

Tiger

My girl Tora is loudly supportive

There’s no uncomfortable moments and you’ll never wonder how she feels

She’ll never mix up your name or pronouns

Honestly I think there’s a good chance that she’s explored her identity before ultimately deciding that being a woman fits, or I can see her being a she/they

When you tell her, she’ll demand that you celebrate and the drinks are on her tonight

Dog

Dotsuku isn’t super well versed in what it means to be transgender, I’m sure he knows of It,,, but he is going to be worried that it also means your sexuality has changed and you’re not attracted to him anymore

He’ll be supportive of you either way but he’ll be much happier for you once you explain that you’re still his

He might use the wrong pronouns or name a couple times at first but he picks it up quickly and he’ll beat the shit out of anyone who does it on purpose

Boar

Ino,,, I love her so much but she’s honestly gonna be a little bit insensitive at first

Not straight up cruel but she definitely doesn’t realize how tender of a subject it is. She’s kind of dismissive at first like “okay and?”

Ino is so traumatized by her mom to always be thinking of appearances. She has to be perfect and because you belong to her, you also have to be perfect.

You are very special to her though, so I think once she realized that she hurt your feelings and how important it is to you, she would apologize in her way

Her way being that she would spoil you with expensive gifts and offer to pay for any surgeries or hormone treatments you desired

You have to be perfect but she comes to realize you already are

Sheep (he’s your grandpa)

Hitsujii has been around the block multiple times, he’s probably been in lgbt spaces before if for nothing else than for fun

He might not have current information though, he probably still would use the term transsexual and stuff like that

Ultimately though he would try his best and he’s not judgemental

Dragon

“....okay?? Like I give a shit.”

He doesn’t care. It’s as if you dyed your hair or something

He’ll slip up on your pronouns (assuming you changed em) most of the time in the beginning but if you remind him a couple of times he’ll get it

Snake

Calls you slurs

I’m joking (well… sort of)

He probably will tease to get a rise out of you but he doesn’t mean it

If you’re someone he really cares about he’ll feel bad about it if you get upset and make an actual effort to be nicer about it in his own way

Gjdhshd I can so see him using your new correct pronouns and being like “well you always looked (manly/girly) anyway”

Chicken

NIWATORI IS A THEY/SHE AND I’LL DIE ON THAT HILL

You knew before you ever came out that she not only would support you but also be happy that you’re finding your most authentic self

Monkey

LOUD ALLY

actually I say ally but she’s definitely lgbt I just haven’t decided which way lol.

Have you SEEN her? cishet people aren’t like that

She’s also incredibly perceptive, she probably knows long before you tell her

Possibly even before you even know

Rabbit

I’ve thought about Usagi being trans for years just because I am and he’s my favorite lol

Whether or not you see Usagi as trans he’s still supportive of you

If you’re anything to Usagi he’s supportive of EVERYTHING you do.

Usagi also has a great memory and is focused on you anyway, so he won’t slip up even once.

Someone calls you your deadname and he’d be like “who’s that?” It’s as if he’s forgotten anything has changed

Rat

he’s not surprised anymore he’s probably seen every way this conversation can go

You’re nervously spilling your guts and he’s just like *yawn*

He’s totally chill about it, he probably doesn’t have a ton of opinions on trans people anyway and it doesn’t change the way he sees you at all

#lowkey most of the characters are not good people but I still think that they would still love and support their trans friends/lovers #juuni taisen #juni taisen #zodiac war #juuni taisen x reader #trans headcanon

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eijikashii · 11 months

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i really come here on tumblr to post like once a year and vanish again into the shadows

anyways jt doodle dump ft. some oc x canon

#juuni taisen #juni taisen #my art #ushii #eiji kashii #oc x canon #houseki no kuni #hnk au

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lotusandlies · 1 year

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( sorry I forget abt tumblr a lot but tbh it's better for my mental health to not be like...super invested i have been down that road before. a few things! )

very much want more opportunities to explore and flesh out my asoiaf/got au !!

you can still find me at zugzwang where I'm playing douma, ushii (juuni taisen), integra hellsing, and yuta okkotsu

I'm easiest to find on discord cranebrulee#0899 if you want to chat or plot

#( crane calls ) ; ooc

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luceirosdegolados · 1 year

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Ok SO:

Mal and Mik in the first year of working and hanging out together. A time I had barely explored before:

On the surface it was nothing. Nothing was the cause. Malena's mood had turned sour seemingly out of nowhere, and at the worst possible time.

She had spotted Clemont at the top of a spire on her way to the bar, sure. He had even looked in her direction too, but so what? Breezy was a big city but hardly the center of civilization, so it was bound to happen that they would encounter each other on the street.

It had happened before, without so much as blink, and she had work to do today too, so dwelling on the tightness she felt in her chest wasn't going to take her anywhere.

Malena pushed some prickling feelings aside and shoved a couple people out of the way until she made her way into the cabaret club du jour.

A few coins earlier in the day smoothed her right of entry now, even if she was not really dressed for the occasion.

She found a table of partygoers and sat beside them and making conversation. She let them take a look at Ushii's product and a couple of them liked it enough to buy.

She moved on, another table, another group of friends joined at the hip. Students and hard workers letting loose on a night off. Their laughter drilled into her head, their silly jokes grated their ears.

The hungry looks they threw each other, the lack of discretion as they made out on a corner here and there.

Her mood did not improve.

Malena left the establishment after 2 hours of building up a temper. She budnled up tight on her blue duster and looked for the nearest stair leading into a worse neighborhood.

The wind was picking up, and she considered going home for a second, but coming back with anything less than an impressive amount of cash would break the streak of shutting up Mikrel the Cruel's big mouth and she didn't want that. He got under her skin. He got under her skin so much she wanted him get on it so it would at least stop itching.

The gambling dens were the right place for that, a short zipline down two spires over, and full of middle class workers and clerks with nothing else going on in their lives. And men and women who had ruined their lives with bad dice rolls, all of who needed consolation and reassurance.

There Mal saw who she was pretty sure was one of her old teachers, but she took great care not to be seen by her. This encounter didn't improve her already poor mood.

By the third transaction she was ready to bite someone's fingers off, and she even felt she was looking for an excuse to run someone through a knife, or at least to slap them hard enough to make them dance.

"Stones I'm turning into Mikrel..." she muttered, perhaps a tad too loud.

"You wanted me?" a voice said at her side.

And there he was, the motherfucker, like summoned out of a conjuring circle; red-eyed and with the golden tooth flickering in the dim light.

"Fuck..."

"I take it the night has been a little less than stellar..." he didn't seem as worried for his profit as he was pleased to watch her struggle a little bit.

Malena fought the urge to ask him how long he'd been there.

"Since apparently dice is how you spend your cut I thought I might aswell bring it straight in."

"Oh ho, don't get cheeky." There was the shadow of a threat in his voice. In the short time they'd known each other, Malena always felt it; sometimes sharp, sometimes nearly bureaucratic.

It was like a way of life, really, he had to be the toughest one always, or at least look it.

Loosing her cool would be like letting him win, so she sat back on the couch she was occupying and crossed her legs, feiging disinterest, "It has been a slow night. Lots of broke bastards without so much as a dux to put between their teeth. But there's time..."

"No there isn't," that response did surprise her, because it had been said without venom and without menace, "you look right ready to snap someone's neck. To sell like that, might as well do it myself," he said, plopping down next to her.

And he was not wrong, she knew. It was better to cut her losses for the night.

"How much so far?" Mikrel asked, low so nobody else would hear it.

"Less than 5." Hundred. She didn't have to say it. He understood.

"And no clients?"

Malena shook her head.

"Fuck birdie, slow fucking night alright. Could've been worse. I've done worse."

She turned her eyes to him, taken by surprise by this admission. Vulnerability? A failing so out in the open from him?

"Don't look at me like that! You're the one who can't stand fucking up, always trying to one-up me in front of the old man .."

"I'm not trying to one-up you, I'm just trying to..." impress you. Mal wisely bit her tongue before the rest of that sentence spilled out of her brain. And having to contend with it herself was bad enough already.

She realized she wanted to impress him and decided that it was likely because she was afraid of him a little. And perhaps it was so.

"... do my fucking job."

He snorted, "Alright, but don't fuck it up either, huh? And Fata's balls if you need a fucking drink, get a drink."

Exasperated, mellow, amused or sad or all of the above, Malena tossed Mikrel the Cruel a lys, "Fine. Get me that fucking drink so."

He clicked his tongue, but still smiled and dragged his feet to the bar from where he came back with two glasses of something dark she half hoped would knock her out instantly.

It was some sort of herbal schnapps distilled into oblivion that could probably kill a small child; but it hit her just right and without taking anything but the edge away.

"See that woman right there? The human?" she pointed at her former professor, "she used to teach me abjuration. Abjuration I and II. There's like 4 years of that shit."

"What the fuck is that?"

"Defense. Like wards and shit. Like how not to get like... how not to... fucking get maimed or something."

"Doesn't do shit against the dice, huh?"

"You got that right, pretty boy."

Mikrel snorted and rolled his eyes, but Malena was sure she saw a flicker of a smile pass through his face.

"You any good at it?"

"What? Dice or... not getting maimed?"

"Any."

She smirked, "I cheat."

At both. He understood that without her having to say it and it did make him smile.

"And you're still here... Fata's little right eye," he said, looking away for a second as he downed his drink.

She was not sure what the "right eye" meant but decided that either she didn't want to know or didn't want to push him. This time, he was easy to talk to; funny and kinda smart. It would be a shame to ruin it.

"And what about you? You any good?"

"Yes."

It didn't matter what she was referring to, she thought, the answer would've been yes no matter what.

"Ever done any magic?"

He sneered, "Never had mommy and daddy pay for school..."

Malena bit her lip and held her tongue. It hadn't been like that and it made her feel ashamed that he thought so. It was their sweat and tears that paid for it, but she knew Mikrel well enough to know it wouldn't make a difference to him.

"I can use the trinkets and the wands well enough if that's what you're asking..."

"Oh I'm sure," she said, drawing a slow smile, knowing he had handed her the opportunity for innuendo like a peace offering.

"What? Wanna see?"

"I'm getting more drink."

"You sound like you need it!"

And then, after a while, it stopped being enough.

Mammy and daddy paying for school with everything they had and the abjuration professor and Clemont at the top of the spire... and Mikrel being a good sport about her barely mediocre performance. Bad-tempered he pissed her off, good-natured he made her sad. Still he was the only thing worth looking at in the whole damn place. The only thing worth listening to too.

"I'm on a spiral down," she admitted.

Mikrel eyed her up and down, "Clearly."

Malena was too bummed out to take offense.

"You got uppers on you. Take some."

"Not this kind... work work work. It makes me anxious. I wanna... I want..." she looked at him, eyes wide, and even in her stupor she saw his right hand reach slowly for the pommel of the dagger.

She was sure it was a reflex, something he was too used to doing to stop now.

"You got any sugar on you?"

He relaxed, "Ah. Should've guessed. Yeah, I got some," he pulled out a square little envelope the size of a golden coin and offered it to her, "on the house."

A gift, then.

"Not coming with?" she asked as she peeled the paper back.

Mikrel shrugged, "I'll see... maybe..."

Depends on me, she thought, on how bad I get. On how much of a spectacle I turn into, on whether I can or not run someone through a knife.

Great. A babysitter.

She looked at him in the eye and licked the sugar in one go.

His mouth fell open a little, "Fuck..."

"What?"

He looked away, scratching the back of his neck. His forearm was somewhat hairy and it was full of marks, "Just try not to make a scene..."

She didn't reply, didn't feel like antagonizing him, so she just closed her eyes and let the sugar find its way into her bloodstream, where it lit up a thousand flames.

Only when it occurred to her that she really wanted to look at something pretty did she open her eyes.

In front of her, Mikrel fiddled with the small tin box from where the sugaries had come from. It was a very pretty box, painted with flowers and trees and emanel details.

It looked old and haggard, a bit out of place, like an artifact from another age.

She resisted the urge to ask him if his grandma had given it to him, because she was staring to get the feeling that Mikrel didn't like looking more than 5 years back in time.

He stared at her, or perhaps it was she who was staring, and he was merely taunting her. She made a face.

It must've been a funny one because he almost cracked a smile, "Are you fucking pouting?"

Malena barely registered the mockery; the golden tooth was way more interesting.

"You got those sharp little teeth..." she muttered, "they're so..."

"So... what?" he leaned over the corner of the table a little.

An inch closer, then another, with that grin and that tooth blinking.

Malena traced gently the curve of his jaw with her index finger.

"You're testing me, Ingrate. You're not even high, you're testing me on purpose."

She shook her head, "I'm not, I'm flying it. I promise, I'm flying it."

Flying over the tension on his brow and into the night of his thick hair. She ran her fingers through it in an impulse; it was a little oily and very soft.

"Fuck it," she heard him whisper before his mouth met hers, pushing her a little against the couch.

The sensation was overwhelming, liberating. Every little brush of the lips or the tongue felt like being swallowed by a wave and then released into the night sky.

His moustache tickled the skin under her nose, and the stubble on his chin scratched against her cheek.

It set her nerve terminations ablaze; feeling so intensly she wondered if they would catch fire.

And then his lips moved, pushing her mouth open again, and another wave swallowed them, his hand cradled her neck and she was set free by the wind. His teeth took a timid bite at her bottom lip and everything was burning again. On and on it went; water wind and fire and water again, like a world being born.

Malena ran her hands down Mikrel's neck, noting how sinewy and taught it felt. The world had chewed Mikrel and spat him out, and still he persevered.

He caught her right hand and pinned it against the seat, "Do you remember where you are?" he asked. His eyes studied her with some concern.

"Why? Are you shy or something?"

He didn't seem to like that response much and frowned. The hairs on his right eyebrow split right where a thin scar crossed it.

"I remember. I'm ok. Didn't know you were so concerned with my wellbeing."

He snarled. Actually snarled, so repulsive the thought must've seemed; "I'm not fucking concerned, Ingrate. I just don't wanna get the fucking boot out of this place, but if you wanna puke your brains out don't let me stop you."

Ingrate was the name he used when he didn't like her, when he was pissed at her or wanted to put a distance and assert his dominance or whatever it was that his brain needed to do to always keep on top. Malena could not bring herself to correspond.

This exact cruelty he displayed sometimes was just the thing; she wanted it, she deserved it. It felt good.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Are you gonna stay here with my abjuration teacher or are you gonna come with me?"

"You're always fucking testing me," his teeth sank into her neck. Malena winced; this was just it, he would either draw blood or lick the hurt away.

#the mnms #historias originales

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