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polskasroka · 6 months

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Ghostober Day 16

Welcome to Day 16 of Ghostober created by @kroas-adtam!

Pairing: Rain/Phantom

Main tag(s): Primal Play, Spitting

Additional tag(s)/cw: Choking

Word Count: 927 words

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Even though Rain was taller than Phantom, it looked as if it was the smaller ghoul that had the upper hand in the pretend fight they were having. To an outsider, it must’ve seemed that the two ghouls had been indeed fighting to the death, judging by how invested they both were. There was force and fire in Phantom’s body that Rain hadn’t expected to experience firsthand when the quintessence ghoul threw him against a wall once again that day.

Phantom had Rain pinned up against the wall, his chest and one side of his face pressed against the hard surface while the smaller demon crowded him from behind. There was a playful spark in Phantom’s look that Rain noticed with the corner of his eye, after which his whole body got consumed by a shiver when Phantom’s claws grazed down his shoulder blades and ran parallelly to his dorsal fin, raising dark lines in their wake.

Encouraged by Rain’s reaction, Phantom squeezed his fingers around the water ghoul’s flesh, digging his sharp nails into the dark teal skin and piercing it under one or two of his digits. It elicited a whimper from Rain who closed his eyes and winced, which caused Phantom to growl and latch his lips onto one of Rain’s shoulders. The taller demon counted on getting a kiss there for some reason but a kiss wasn’t what he received in the end.

Phantom brushed the tips of his sharp fangs against the skin there and started nipping at it, concluding the action with a strong bite that had Rain yelping and covering his mouth with his hand. He had to overcome the wave of arousal that the bite shot through his body and, clenching his jaw, he turned around swiftly, freeing himself from Phantom, and grabbed the smaller ghoul by his neck.

The startled gasp that Phantom let out brought a smile onto Rain’s face. There was something on the verge of revenge and desire dancing in his dark blue eyes as he forced the quintessence demon to walk backwards until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed. He didn’t want to give up but his legs already felt as if they’d been made of jelly, although he held Rain’s forearm with both of his hands.

His nostrils flared and his tail kept thrashing from one side to the other as he glared at the water ghoul who stood so close, that their chests were nearly touching. A low growl reverberated in Rain’s chest when he bared his teeth, making Phantom’s ears lie low out of slight fear now. Rain squeezed the smaller imp’s throat, causing him to tense up and dig his nails into Rain’s forearm. He, in turn, growled even more dangerously, his knuckles almost going pale from the grip he had on Phantom’s neck.

Phantom coughed and whimpered, trying to gasp for air and Rain saw this as a perfect opportunity to gather a bit of saliva in his mouth and then spit right onto the smaller ghoul’s forked tongue. The quintessence demon was startled and felt the urge to gag for a moment but then focused all his attention on Rain who loosened the hold around his neck and covered Phantom’s mouth with his hand.

A pair of wet, wide and bewildered eyes was staring up at the water ghoul.

“Swallow, Phantom. You’ve lost.”

The quintessence ghoul knitted his eyebrows, stubbornness painting on his face anew. Rain could handle it with ease, though, and, rolling his eyes and huffing, he pinched Phantom’s nostrils together, so that there was no way for him to breathe now.

“Swallow. I won’t let go until you do,” Rain commanded, unfazed by Phantom who was desperately trying to wiggle out of the water imp’s grip. There was panic settling in the smaller ghoul and Rain added, “I’ll make you black out if you don’t listen to me.”

A long pathetic mewl. A gulp. And negative pressure in both of Phantom’s ears, causing an uncomfortable feeling of the world around him becoming muffled. This quickly passed, though, since as soon as Phantom complied, Rain let go of him. The need to take a deep inhale after that while made him collapse onto the bed and actually climb onto it on all fours in order to get away from Rain and his sometimes sadistic ways. Not that it helped for long, for Rain was behind Phantom in no time, hovering over him, making him feel the water demon’s hot breath on the nape of his neck.

Annoyed, Phantom whined and wanted to be swift in striking back but it was to no use. Rain was faster and his webbed fingers soon landed in Phantom’s hair to grab a fistful of it and then shove his head down into the pillows underneath him. Phantom could be heard huffing and growling but a warning trill that Rain let out forced him to calm down nearly completely.

“You’ve lost, I’ve won. It’s as simple as that.”

“Get off of me!” Phantom shifted wildly again and Rain pressed him into the mattress with his whole weight.

“We had a deal. The winner gets to fuck the loser,” Rain purred, threat lacing his voice. “Any way he wants to.”

“Fuck you,” Phantom growled again and shivered out of all that anger, ignoring the way the water ghoul started moving his hips, so that even despite the pants, he could feel Rain’s hardening member against his ass.

“I know you like when I take what’s mine, voidling.”

#kinktober 2023 #ghostober 2023 #ghost fic #the band ghost #ghost the band #ghost #my post #nameless ghouls #rain #rain ghoul #phantom #phantom ghoul

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izzybubs24 · 1 month

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Sea Creatures for 3D Animation - Character Design Research

As my creatures are all nearing a finishing point, I am now at a stage where I would like to develop them even further (in response to the feedback I received for the previous module), but I'm not sure how. So, to help inspire my creativity, I had a look at lots of work by other people to see what outcomes they had produced to give me ideas for what else I can add to my models to improve them even more.

This creature has fins that are very similar to my sea-hog's. I like how they thin out at the ends of the 'arms' as this would make them more streamlined in the water and could be something I take into consideration when doing more variations for my Sea-Hog. I also find the bit under its mouth interesting and could be something I incorporate onto the face of my Otterlotl creature.

Here is another stylised creature with fins like my Sea-hog's that I found really inspiring. I really like how this creature has long 'antenna-like' parts that come out of its head on either side as it adds more appeal to the design and could be something I incorporate onto one of my own creatures. I also really love the detail on the creatures skin where it has creases and wrinkles, which I feel would be a really good aspect to include on some of my own creatures as this visually tells people that the skin is dry and that they have lived a long time due to the proof of 'aging' skin.

I really like how this creature has long, thing whiskers coming out of it which look similar to the thinner tentacles you would find on a jelly fish. This could definitely be an idea I incorporate onto one of my creatures to give it more of an eye-catching look.

I quite like the shape of the dorsal fins on this creature which could be something I incorporate onto my Otterlotl creature as it has more of a 'fishy' look to it than my other creatures. Also, adding something similar to this to it would further show it initially came from the sea.

I also really love the design style of the dorsal fins on this creature as they look a lot more stylised than the ones in the previous image, this is what I would like to aim towards for my own creatures. I also love the textures added on this model as they help give it more of a rough, scaly look, and I feel this would be something I could add to my own work to further develop it, as well as my modelling skills. Another feature I really like about this creatures design is the way parts of its body are like LED lights, so this piece of work has definitely inspired new features I could add to my own work.

This is another piece of 3D work I liked with very stylised looking fins and long, tubular whiskers. It also has glowing parts down its spine much like the previous creature had on its belly. This creature is also a similar structure to my sea gator, however my design currently has no fins because its design was originally to be more like a sea serpent that had evolved to live on land.

This 3D model caught my eye as it is also quite similar in body type to my sea gator creature, so I can use this as inspiration when working out how to merge my models head with its body more realistically.

I chose this model to add to my collection because I love everything about it. It's incredibly stylised which fits my project objective and its visuals as well as its markings on its body have really inspired lots of new ideas for things I could incorporate onto my own creatures.

I liked this creature mainly due to its very unique design along with the style of the tail. Because apart from the tail, it's hard to tell what anything else on it is but it just goes to show that anything can be created from nothing.

I really like the little teeth-like spikes this angler fish model has on its back and feel this could be an interesting addition to include on a variation of one of my models to see whether it suits the creature or not.

I chose this stylised creature as my final one to analyse, because, although it has a much more simplistic design to it, its appeal is in its large eyes and brightly coloured bendable body which is similar to my Shelladon's creature design. This is just as useful to bear in mind when thinking about what colours my creatures will be as it will be the colours more than anything that will catch the audience's attention.

After looking at and analysing lots more work by other 3D artists, I have definitely found it all very inspirational and it has really helped me to see new ways in which I can develop my own work to produce creatures that look even better than they already do.

#DE4405 Specialist Practice

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ripperdoc-is-daddy · 2 years

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That sounds cool! But just with Sanemi is fine… if that’s okay?

Alrighty. Here you go Anon! TW: Flirtatious, Fish people, Soft Boi Sanemi, Food mentions, The ocean is present. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

You were contentedly sleeping when you feel something sharp jabbing you just to the side of your dorsal fin. The orange and white bands running down your lionfishesque body and featherlike fins. Irritated you to hiss at the offending pokey bit. Warm arms encase your waist and drag you close to a hard body, forcing you to flatten your fins to avoid stabbing the mer behind you with your barbs and spines. A rough, sandpaper-like body wraps around you. Careful to avoid your spiny fin tips. The owner of said body remembers being slapped with those a few times and the poison contained within them was a doozy. Hurt like a bitch for weeks after.

“Leave me alone. I am sleeping.” you mumble out, weakly pushing back against the person holding you.” A deep, throaty chuckle is emitted behind your finned ears and you shirk away. “Stop it!” you snap, adding just a little more force behind your push. The Phthalo green, lightly scaled, incredibly muscular arms pull you back into the firm, solid massive male behind you. “I wanna snuggle. Stop moving.” a man's voice orders you. Tufts of white hair tickle the sensitive, ridged fins around your ears. “Sanemi, if you don’t stop...” you threaten him while trying to squirm out of his grasp. He just pulls you in tighter and laughs at your struggles. “Stop. Moving. I wanna snuggle.” he reiterates.

You stop moving for a half second then spin around dramatically in those strong arms and cup the beautifully, slightly scarred man’s face. “If you don’t let me go, I am going to-” you start to threaten him but are cut off with a kiss. His soft lips on yours, silencing you effectively. “I want attention,” he whispers into the kiss. “I don’t wanna-” you start but he cuts you off again with another kiss. “No fucking, just wrap with me.” he begins to croon at you while nuzzling your neck, careful to avoid your gills.

Huffing you relent and do a reciprocal wrap with him, aligning your pelvic fins. While your subspecies was designed for opportunistic ambush hunting Sanemi’s was built for long-distance stalking. Tailed body built like a hammerhead shark, he oozed power from bow to stern. Brilliant Phthalo green tipped his fins while his body was a mixture of silver and white. A loud combination to be sure but he was a skilled predator and often would bring you some extra goodies after a successful hunt with the others.

Once your bodies were firmly wrapped around one another- your arms around his trunk, just above his hip transition, he relaxed back into the sandy basin you were both laying in. A quick shimmy had both of you re-covered in the sands. “Better?” you ask him, voice dripping with annoyance. “Not quite.” He smirks and tucks you under his chin. “Now I am better.” he smiles into your locked tresses. Rolling your eyes, you snuggled into his chest. “Whatever, loser.” you rib at him.

A deep rumble comes from his marred chest and you hum pleased in response. He is trying to pacify you with the low, baritone sounds emitting from his being. Another way for sirens to communicate. Snuggling in closer you lightly nip at his neck. A small cloud of sand being blown up in the water around you. Dispersing at an annoyingly slow pace. Your hands map out his smooth, tanned skin and down to the sandpaper-like transition to his aquatically aligned lower half.

You loved how he felt. So much different from your own body. You were smooth all over, that is until someone came to the venomous spines that jutted out from your fins. Sanemi had the strength to go long stretches of distance and run his prey down, you on the other hand casually swam up and bamboozled your target then attack their gills for an easy takedown or used your flashy fins to scare your prey away with an intimidation display into the other hunters like Tengen who would use their whiplike tails to stun your quarry then dispatch it in an ambush.

A boop to your nose brings you out of your comparisons and you gaze up into violet orbs. “What? Something on my face?” you question him warily. Waking up more and hating it. Why would anyone want to get up and do adulty shit when they can just lay here in an underwater cave covered in comforting sediment and lazing the day away sleeping? Sanemi looks at you thoughtfully before he speaks. “You remember the first time you nested with me?” he asks stroking the back of your neck.

You are quiet for a bit trying to remember that far back. A memory comes to you but you aren’t sure if it is the correct one so you ask “Uh, you mean that time you snuck up on me, I poisoned you and then took care of you out of guilt?” He nods his head slowly. “What about it?” you question not seeing why that is so important that he woke you up. “Why? You could have just left me to my misery. It was my stupid fault in the first place.” He places a hand under your chin so you have to hold eye contact.

“Like I said, I felt guilty. Even if you didn’t mean to surprise me like that. I shouldn’t have smacked you with spines out. I wanted to make things right and prove I wasn’t a flighty asshole who attacks her pod members.” Sanemi’s face gets closer to yours and his lids droop down a bit, giving him an intense glower. “Is that the only reason?” he questions again. You have no idea what he is getting at but nod your head anyways. He huffs, releases your chin, and settles down on the scoop. “Go back to sleep,” he commands. You quirk an eyebrow at him and shrug. Pulling yourself into him further before dozing off. Planning on doing just that anyways.

When you wake the second time Sanemi is already out of the comforting nest. Digging yourself out of the sands, you swim up and out of the bowl looking for your companion. Not seeing him anywhere within the underground cavern you head towards the exiting channel that would give you access to the entrance of the main cave. Sliding through the narrow tunnel till it opens up into a massive cavern. Upon entering the mouth of the cave system, you still don’t see the male siren you are looking for. With a frustrated growl, you leave to go and find where your partner had gone off to.

You spent the better part of the morning and afternoon looking for Sanemi and were unable to locate him. Various members saying they had seen him here or there but was always at least 3 lengths ahead of you it seemed. You finally gave up and swam out to one of the reef shelves. Away from the main shelf that had an overhang that emptied out into the open ocean but also gave any mer access to the forbidden twilight zone. Knowing Sanemi wouldn’t have swum out that far you opted to check one of the closer shelves to your home cave system.

Flitting between the corals you searched the openings looking for your partner. Still unable to find him. You were getting to the point of giving up. Why he was being so elusive and evading you? Frustratedly you angrily ate a couple of sea urchins and a pair of knife jacks. Just as you were tossing the bones of the second fish into a crevice of the coral you saw a fleck of silver out of your peripheral vision. Curiously you turned towards it and saw the person you had been seeking out.

Sanemi made no move to swim closer to you so instead you went to him. He stayed put till you were about 3m away then he took off away from you. Heading deeper into the coral reefs, near the hatchery. You swam at a steady pace after him. Not having the same kind of power and stamina he did. Something that you were being bitterly reminded of right now. He dove down sharply into a bubbling, warm crevasse, and you follow in after him once you catch up. This particular area was open. Doesn’t look like it has been designated for anything just yet. The warm bubbles feeling like a massage against your body. A happy trill comes from you and you do happy figure 8eights in the water.

“Glad you are enjoying yourself.” a bored voice sounds from below you. Looking down you can see Sanemi casually lounging on the ground floor of this area. You stop your playing and swim down to him. Bumping him with a pectoral fin on the head. “Watch your tone. Where have you been all day?” you ask exasperatedly. He shrugs and looks away from you. Floating just above his body you stare down into his soulful eyes and reach for his face. He turns away from you and that is when you realize he is miffed about something.

“Talk to me ‘nemi. Something happened, didn’t it?” your voice is soft and nurturing. His body rolls to face away from you completely, forcing you to swim up a bit to miss his long dorsal fin. “Alriiight. Apparently, I did something. I need you to talk to me or I won’t know what I did wrong.” you poke at his body. He doesn’t even so much as twitch which has you concerned. A few more pokes and you hear a sad sigh.

“The only reason you spent that time with me was because you felt obligated to clear your name and conscience,” he mumbled into the hard rock. Hiding his face from you. Now you were confused because you had never said nor implied that from what you could remember. Jogging your brain, you still came up empty. “Uh...I don’t remember EVER saying anything of the sort.” you calmly state after assuring yourself you were in the clear. He huffs and starts to make a move to get away when you rub your pectoral, pelvic, and caudal fins over his back.

Stiffening he halts his movement. Your fins tickle his sides and gracefully sweep over him. You propel yourself gently in front of his face, doing a roll so you are directly in front of him but upside down and above him. He swats out at you and your arc your back so you fold in on yourself and can brush your caudal fin against his body again. “I’m not gonna poke you, and my tail fin isn’t even venomous. Just the other pretty fins you like to try and touch so much,” you comment and grasp his face in your hands. “Explain what is wrong.” your lips pepper his face with quick kisses as you try to soothe the agitated male.

He begins to growl at you warningly. Ignoring him you boop his nose once, then twice. Enjoying the irritation forming on his face. Going for the third a strong hand grabs yours and forces you to stop. “Enough. I just wanted to know if there was any other reason behind when we first nested and it was just your sense of duty. Let it go.” The white and green siren barks out taking the moment of surprise on your face as his chance to bolt. You watch as he escapes and ponder his words. Uncoiling yourself and thinking why you doing it out of a sense of duty was bad. Shaking your head, you swam off to see what chores had been assigned to you for the day. Sanemi needed time to cool off and you still had your responsibilities.

You reminisce about the years you spent together and wonder why he is thinking you only stuck around because of a sense of duty. Y’all had been friends since you had been caught creeping on his teenage battle for dominance with the Whip-tailed Tengen. They had both taken a shine to you and you to them. The three of you were inseparable and sought each other out when there was free time or for group activities. There had been no indication that anything was amiss until now.

The end of the day took forever to come about. Reef health checks and cleanup were usually fun for you but today you just wanted it to be over with. The irritation coming off your partner was eating at you and dampening your mood. Once your tasks were completed you bolted back to your home cave system and swam into Sanemi’s underwater alcove. Initially, you didn’t see him. The water has a murky green tinge from the algae growing along the rock walls. As you got closer to the scoop you saw him buried up to his shoulders in the sand with a scowl on his face. “Go away.” he scowls at you and partially unburies his body so he can shoo you away.

Not one to be deterred you sidled up next to him and wrapped him up in your body, what little of him you had access to. “Why does it bother you so much?” you ask referring to the previous conversation. He looks away from you pouting and you have to pull his face back to you. “Sanemi, I can’t fix or explain what I don’t understand.”

He sulks for a wee bit longer before sighing. “I was hoping you were actually interested in me and that this didn’t start because you felt like you owed me.” he pointed between the two of you as he spoke. When he was done it was your turn to look annoyed. “Wow, you really are an idiot.” you deadpan. He rises up completely and swats at you with a webbed hand. “Shut up!” he hisses, eyes narrowed. You however are now laughing and easing yourself down into the disturbed sands. “No, you are an idiot. I never said that was the only reason.” you cut him off as he is about to speak.

“Aht-aht! Lemme speak” you wave a webbed hand at him and he raises his, then settles back down next to you. Waiting to see if he was going to let you say what you needed to say. He makes a “hurry up” motion with his palm and you smile. Swimming up to press your body against his. “I am surprised you never noticed I had been trying to get your attention for a while before that.” His eyes widen in shock and his mouth opens. You put a palm over his open maw and continue. “I had been doing the most flashy and flamboyant displays I could think of. Ugh, I even went to Tengen for advice! Did you really never wonder why I was always flaring around you!?” removing your hand you smile weakly at him wondering if he really had been so clueless.

“I Figured it was just you practicing your intimidation displays. They were pretty but I didn’t think anything else of them. That is part of why I jumped scared you that day. Payback.” he is 100% honest with his words and disbelief floods your face. “No way! Seriously!? Ugh, that is so embarrassing. I thought for sure...! Sanemi! I was trying to tell you I was interested. How did you not notice!?” you quietly scream at him. Now it is his turn to be bewildered. “Um...My subspecies don’t do flashy displays. We just talk to each other. Does it look like I have fins for impressive mating displays?” He motions to his body then points to yours accusingly.

A lightbulb goes off in your head and you groan. “Wow, ok. That would have been good to know beforehand. Would have saved us a lot of time.” You double facepalm and lament your failure to notice that he wasn’t built for any sort of fanciful display of attraction. “Wait, so you were interested? Before you poisoned me.” his fingers poke at your bottom jaw and his caudal fin sweeps across yours boldly from the side.

“Yeeeees! I had been trying too hard. I felt so bad for jabbing you on accident! I thought you would never talk or look at me if I didn’t do something to quell your anger and negative feelings about me so I volunteered to nurse you.” you whinged as you attempted to bury yourself in the sand. Sanemi caught you around the waist from behind and pulled you towards him. Careful to avoid your fanned-out dorsal spines. “I wasn’t angry at you. I was angry at myself for surprising you into an attack. I didn’t mean to give you that impression or scare you that badly. ” His face nuzzled the side of yours with affection while you struggled to get free. “I had been trying to figure out how to confess my feelings for you before then,” he admitted causing you to freeze. You remained motionless so long he was starting to worry.

“Hey, you still with me there?” he prods and slides his hands up your chest. Snapping out of your daze you whirl around on him similar to this morning and find yourself in the same position. The pair of you instinctively wrap your tails around each other. “I feel so stupid.” you lament. Sanemi nips at your jawline to chastise you. “You aren’t stupid. We just had a failure to communicate. Luckily for us, it didn’t matter. Thanks to a prank gone horribly wrong.” You look up at him and he waggles his brow.

Flicking his nose, you blow bubbles at him. He blows some back at you and the two of you playfully have a bubble war. He wins with an underhanded stroke of his pelvic fins against yours that startles you and breaks your flow. Pulling you down, the two of you use your lower bodies to dig yourself back into the sediment. Coiling around one another once buried, lining up against one another again. “It worked out in the end. I got to hear your call.” his voice is a warm tenor now instead of the cold, harsh emotionless one from before.

Gazing into his eyes you chirp at him and get a replying happy chirp back from the man holding you. You start singing your siren song to him and he presses you down into the sand even further. His reciprocating call flowed from his lips. You nuzzle each other and eventually begin a small snog session. Breaking apart, your gills ripple and flutter while his remain steady and smooth. A fluttery feeling moving in your belly and a warmth spreading through you. Sanemi presses himself firmly into you and traps you with arms on either side of your head. “You know now that we’ve made up we could always...” He trails off with a suggestive thrust from his pelvis. “Settle down or I will intentionally stab you.” the threat is empty but he relents, opting to cuddle you instead. “So, maybe later?” he questions you whining. “Maybe, I deserve an apology for you rudely leaving earlier and I wanna nap now.”

Your lids lower and you ready yourself to get some quick shut eye before more shenanigans can commence. Sanemi rubs up against you once more before settling, bodies entwined. “I apologize for my previous assumptions and treating you so coldly,” he murmurs into your locs. “Forgive me?” he queries you. A silent nod into his chest is the only reply he gets. Your breathing was leveling out.

The handsome, rugged male siren holding you observed you quietly as you slept. Marveling at your beauty and grace. Not just physical grace but your social one as well. You could have blown up on him but instead, you were patient with his outburst and cold shoulder. Opting to try and understand what was wrong instead of lashing out at him for his behavior. He was known for explosive mood swings and having a short temper so your calm was the panacea he needed to quell his rages and bring him back to a more reasonable disposition. You never forced his boundaries and he never forced yours. Granted not all your arguments were solved so easily. This time he was thankful that it was a simple misunderstanding. Because now he could lovingly fawn over you and not get teased.

Sneaking in a few kisses he buries his head in your locs and starts to sing soothingly to you. Calling for your dreams to be cheerful and your slumber restful. When you woke later, he would follow up on showing you his appreciation more directly. For now, he would bask in his love for you.

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keluturtle · 1 year

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Don't Bet on It - Emmet/Grimsley (Ch 3)

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Chapter 3: Sharpedo III

“It has a sad history. In the past, its dorsal fin was a treasured foodstuff, so this Pokémon became a victim of overfishing.”

-Pokédex Entry #265 Pkmn Moon

“Attention! Please evacuate the beach immediately! Make your way quickly and quietly to the Pokémon Center and wait for the emergency response team!”

A lifeguard rushed past on a Ride Lapras, their megaphone-enhanced voice repeating the message as they made their way swiftly down the shoreline.

Ingo and Elesa quickly withdrew their pokémon, Grimsley and Emmet glancing at each other warily before doing the same.

“You heard their safety instructions! Let us depart post-haste to the emergency station!”

Ingo’s booming voice ushered them (and the general vicinity around them) into action toward cover.

As they shuffled into the lobby, the two Subway Masters were quick to help direct newcomers to any necessary medical treatment or to waiting areas to convene with their loved ones.

Elesa and Grimsley waited further back, looking through the Center’s windows to view the chaos outside. The Wailord was still making a fuss and although some emergency responders were already on the scene, there didn’t seem to be a clear end in sight.

“Those nasty Sharpedos… why are they even allowed near a public beach?”

“Yeah… that poor Wailord…”

A few people were murmuring between themselves, clearly disgruntled with the situation. Elesa frowned, crossing her arms as she couldn’t help but agree that this was a bit overkill… even for an aggressive species this was just–

Grimsley let out an aggravated grunt next to her. She turned to him questioningly.

Seeing he had accidentally turned her attention on him, he offhandedly remarked, “Of course they’re upset… the Wailord is in their territory,” before turning back to look warily at the commotion outside.

“…Hopefully this won’t add to the poaching problem here,” he added wearily.

“Elesa.”

A shock of white appeared suddenly behind them, the two trainers startling slightly.

“Jeez, Em, could not sneak up like tha–”

“I am Emmet. Nurse Joy has fully healed up my team,” Emmet interrupted, pulling out his Electross’ pokéball, “I will send out Electross to help corral the Wailord out of the Sharpedos’ territory.”

He nodded briefly to Grimsley in acknowledgment before swiftly addressing Elesa and interrupting her mid-protest at his involvement.

“I would like you to take over coordinating people with Ingo while I take care of this issue.”

Snapping into a heel turn, he immediately strode over to the Center’s doors, paying no mind to Ingo’s booming calls for him to come back to the proper station, before rushing into the fray.

Elesa and Grimsley shuffled over to Ingo as he continued calling out for Emmet to come back, Elesa putting a comforting hand on Ingo’s shoulder.

“He’ll be fine, Ingo… Emmet can handle himself. Plus, he’s a stickler for the same safety checks you are too.”

Grimsley scoffed at the display, “He’s an idiot. He doesn’t even know where the territory is… he’s going to get himself killed.”

Elesa blinked, pausing in shooting a glare at Grimsley’s insult of her best friend. Maybe it was just the stress of the situation, but she could have sworn there was the tiniest hint of a waver in his voice.

Ingo straightened up even further before turning to Grimsley with the same swiftness his brother had shown earlier.

“Grimsley, would you happen to know where those Sharpedos’ territory lines are?”

Even at a softer tone, Ingo’s voice still caused Grimsley to flinch from its volume, discombobulating his better judgment to respond with a delayed, “...yes.”

“Good. Follow me and do not become uncoupled,” Ingo nodded, sending out his newly healed Crustle and instructing him to make safe barriers against the tidal waves from the sand.

Grimsley paused at the order before sighing and resignedly grumbling, “Damn it… Fine, I’m coming, I’m coming…”

Trying not to drag his feet too much, he followed suit, leaving a flabbergasted Elesa at the center doors.

“Those boys…” She shook her head with fond exasperation before pulling out a pokéball with a light smirk, “Guess we better not fall any further behind, huh, Zebstrika?”

Calling out the electric-type, she quickly hopped on, instructing the pokémon to rush any stragglers to safety.

As the two raced across the shore, Zebstrika nearly bucked at the sound of a large thundercrack, quickly steadied by Elesa’s hand as she spared a glance at the escalating commotion.

Emmet, true to his word, had sent out Electross to try and deal with the thrashing Wailord– sending out orders to unleash thunderbolt after thunderbolt around the two opposing parties in an effort to scare the Wailord away from the Sharpedos’ home while also discouraging pursuit.

The initial disruption seemed to work at first, the Sharpedos nearly stopping in their tracks as they were caught unawares by the onslaught. However, their sights swiftly turned from their previous intruder to the new one, half of the shiver jetting towards Electross and Emmet while the others continued to circle the Wailord aggressively.

The Wailord also only seemed to become more frightened as a result of the nearby super-effective electric moves, its frenzy picking up in intensity and sending even larger waves to crash brutally around it while gurgling out shrill cries.

As the shiver approached Emmet, he sent out Galvantula to double-team the situation.

“Galvantula! X Sci–”

“Would you quit that, already? You’re only making it worse!”

Cut off from his order, the Sharpedos attacked first, jaws snapping into critical Crunches and Ice Fangs and dealing serious damage to both pokémon.

Growling under his breath at Grimsley’s interruption, Emmet quickly called out for Galvantula and Electross to use dual Thunder Waves to stun the charging Sharpedos.

As the Sharpedos struggled weakly against the double-charged paralysis, Emmet sharply turned towards Grimsley to return the glare he was receiving.

“That could have gone very badly! You should be at the Pokémon Center!”

“It’s already going badly! What in Arceus’ name made you think this was a good idea? Sharpedos are aggressively defensive! You can’t just threaten them and think they’ll give up! They’ll just get more riled up!”

“I was not trying to make them give up! Only distract them from the Wailord! It would leave and–!”

“And then they’ll chase it down again once you’re gone! It’s not a threat until it’s gone for good!”

“Then I’ll just–!”

“STOP THIS AT ONCE!”

Ingo’s thunderous order was enough to startle even the struggling Sharpedos for a moment before they continued their fight against the binding paralysis.

“This is NOT an appropriate situation to be bickering like children! You two should both know better than that,” Ingo’s scolding gaze swept over the two as his Crustle slowly scuttled up behind him to comfortingly pinch his pant leg.

Taking in a calming breath, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“My apologies. That was also unbecoming of me.”

Emmet and Grimsley shared a hesitant glance before Ingo cleared his throat, addressing them at a more appropriate volume.

“Emmet–”

Emmet squared his shoulders tensely.

“– I know you have everyone’s best interests at heart… But Grimsley is more familiar with the situation at hand. He is a dark-type expert who has lived here for several years. It would be best to follow his judgment for the moment. If it does not prove fruitful, we can default back to your previous idea.”

Emmet’s jaw clenched and unclenched a few times before he nodded stiffly.

“Okay.”

Ingo nodded in return, a small wrinkle of tension smoothing out in relief.

“Bravo. Then, Grimsley…”

Both twins turned to Grimsley, attentive and expectant.

“What should we do?”

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“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

The grumble goes unheard as Grimsley rides his own Sharpedo through the troubled waters toward the ongoing crisis. The Sharpedos are still circling and snapping at the Wailord, their blows softened by the churning waves, but show no signs of stopping.

Behind Grimsley, Ingo’s Crustle and Emmet’s Durant have set up fortified barriers on the shorelines to keep both the paralyzed Sharpedos and the tidal waves from the Wailord at bay. He spares one last glance at the twins before focusing his sights on the conflict before him.

Riding his Sharpedo close enough to skirt the edge of the shiver’s circling prowl, they begin to pick up speed and he steadies himself until–

“Now! Aqua Jet!”

Balancing himself as best as possible, his Sharpedo leaps from the water with an intense burst of water jettison. Midway through the jump, he reaches forward with one hand to hold tight to the dorsal fin, the other activating his Sharpedonite to increase the propulsion with Mega Evolution.

Closing his eyes from the intensity of the bright light, he can feel himself lurching forward from the transformation, the startling velocity causing his grip to falter as one of his feet starts to slip out from underneath him.

Time seems to rush by slowly as he feels himself begin to fall. And, somehow, it’s a familiar feeling despite never having experienced it before.

In this time-lulled state, he thinks ruefully that, actually, maybe he has. His family's fall from grace certainly felt similar… if not just like this. He knows that he’s tried to subconsciously reenact the feeling many times before to little effect. Casino binges, high-stakes games, Pokémon battles. They were close to that sinking feeling… that rush… but they still all fell flat in comparison.

But this time… this time it’s…

Darkly, he wonders, wouldn’t it be poetic if this time, the time he finally felt it fully again would be the very last time he felt anything at all? His grip slipped even further with the thought.

And yet, he swears he can hear a loud call of his name from afar that triggers a snap back into the moment, his other hand shooting forward to sustain his grip on the fin and regaining his solid footing once more.

He briefly opens his eyes to see himself and his pokémon soaring high enough in the air to clear up and over the Wailord entirely before squeezing them shut again as they land with a thundering splash on the other side.

Shaking off the impact, he is less than surprised to see the display has caught the attention of the other Sharpedo, the shiver moving to fully circle the bigger threat while still cautiously maintaining their distance.

The Mega Evolution display had done its job, battle-worn scars showing off dominance as an Alpha Pokémon.

He pauses to catch his breath as he lets his Sharpedo communicate to its kin. There’s nothing more he can personally do and he trusts his Sharpedo will leave the fray if things get too dicey.

Glancing behind him, he’s relieved to see that the Wailord has noticed the abrupt stop of the onslaught, looking about nervously before beginning to calm down. He can hear Ingo and Emmet garnering its attention and graciously conducting it away from the offending area.

As the Wailord leaves as quickly and quietly as possible, the other Sharpedos take notice of the departing Pokémon, watching it leave warily. Their Carvanha young also take notice of the lessened commotion, approaching the shiver from the reef below to tuck against their parents’ sides, teeth gnashing against each other to express their displeasure about a delayed feeding hour.

The Sharpedos eventually grumble their disapproval at being interrupted from attacking the departing trespasser but seem to relent from the hunt, slowly turning one by one to return to their nesting coral to feed their impatient offspring and rest.

Grimsley can even see from afar that the previously paralyzed Sharpedos from the shore have also stopped their assault to follow suit.

After the last of the pokémon made their way relatively peacefully back to their nests, Grimsley and his Sharpedo made their own return trip, surfing steadily back to shore.

After stepping onto the beach, he knelt to pet and gently thank his partner before recalling it quietly.

The quiet does not last for long as a loud “BRAVO” and scattered applause startles Grimsley from his silent revelry.

A handful of lifeguards and rescue responders, accompanied by the arrival of Elesa, Ingo, and Emmet, make their way to congratulate and thank the dark-type user, shaking his hand and giving him a couple of pats on the back before informing him that the civilians have all been relocated to safety and that the beach will remain temporarily closed while things get settled. They also reassure him that they will be escorting the Wailord safely back to where it came from.

Grimsley is not sure why they’re telling him all of this. It’s not like he was exactly a willing volunteer from the get-go, unlike…

His gaze meets Emmet for a moment who, surprisingly, looks away at the initial eye contact before returning it steadily, almost contemplatingly. Grimsley isn’t sure if this is better than the glares from before. It somehow feels even more intense.

The emergency team leaves after a few minutes more to return to their duties, leaving the four Unovans alone on the beach.

“Well…” Elesa pipes up, beginning to wring the excess water out of her hair, “I don’t know about you three, but I could really use a proper non-ocean water shower and something nice and hot to eat after all of that.”

Not a word of disagreement passes through the other three as they make their way back to the Pokémon Center.

“You know… despite the admittedly rocky start to our departure, we made a good four-car train. I am quite proud of our accomplishments today. You all should be too,” Ingo hums contently.

“Well… yeah. I guess so,” Elesa huffs lightly, “Emmet can be far too impulsive for his own good, so it’s a good thing he had backup… “ she fixes a look at him, before almost immediately relenting, “but it did turn out alright in the end, so I suppose I can’t fault him too much.”

Surprisingly, Emmet doesn't retort, remaining silent despite the less-than-subtle jab.

Grimsley also remains quiet, already starting to tune out the conversation before Ingo places a hand on his shoulder to address him directly.

“That is true… we truly were saved by your actions today, Grimsley. I appreciate your cooperation and assistance with the matter.”

Elesa nods in agreement, “You definitely saved our butts back there.”

For a fraction of a second, Grimsley tries for a smirk before cautiously schooling into something more neutral.

“I probably wouldn’t have helped if you hadn’t pulled me into it, Ingo,” he admits, nonchalantly, looking ahead to avoid their gazes, “You can keep your gratitude to yourselves.”

After he finishes speaking, he feels an opposite but equal grasp on his other shoulder that spins him sharply around to face its owner.

He’s unsurprised to find himself suddenly facing Emmet.

He is surprised that Emmet is only just looking at him though. With that same intense contemplative look from before. If Grimsley’s poker face wasn’t perfectly sculpted, he might have been tempted to buckle under that gaze. Though it nearly falters on Emmet’s next sentence.

“You are selfish and rude–”

“Emmet!” An affronted cry from Ingo boomed from the side.

“–but you still care a lot about Pokémon. You must to know what the issue was. And you did not blame the Sharpedos for being territorial over their home and their young.”

Emmet pauses for a long moment. Grimsley would be wondering if he was finished with just that sentiment if the other wasn’t still clamping down on his shoulders like a Drednaw’s jaw.

“Sharpedos are commonly called the bully of the sea. I can see the resemblance to you—”

“Emmet!” Exasperation-tinged, this time.

“—They only attacked when they felt threatened. And they backed off when the perceived threat left.”

Another long pause as if Emmet was chewing on and weighing each word’s meaning before speaking with purpose.

“I have also been very Sharpedo-like... I am sorry if I said something to hurt you during our first conversation. I did not mean to. Besides the Marlon comment. That was on purpose.”

A shorter pause.

“…But I am sorry for that too.”

And then he let go of Grimsley’s shoulders with a nod.

Grimsley blinked a few times at the apology before letting out a sharp bark of laughter, noticeably startling Emmet before he shook his head, sighing, “You two brothers make far too big of a fuss sometimes.”

He could see Emmet’s brow start to furrow, his mouth opening to interject—

“But yes, we can start over, Emmet. Neither of our vacations would be relaxing if we were at each other’s throats constantly.” Grimsley smirks up at him then. But, Emmet can tell it’s a kinder, more genuine one; one that is simply amused with Emmet’s antics.

With a matching smirk adorning his own face, he holds out his hand to the other.

The edge of it softens as they shake on it.

#pokemon #submas #pokemon emmet #pokemon ingo #pokemon elesa #pokemon grimsley #my fanfic #fanfic #frighttrainshipping #alter emmet

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During our first in person meeting to make the cardboard creature, we were doing idea generation. It started off as an angler fish on top of the wearers head, with straight fangs and an eye shaped hole for the wearer to see through (First picture, design courtesy of Madeleine).

Our second design (Second picture, drawn by Shan) was our final base design with a few tweaks to specific details in future iterations. This is Miss Angel. a drag queen past her prime but with a passion for acting out and an unabashed taste for humans. In this design, the head is placed directly over the head of the wearer with the human head visibly dead inside her mouth.

To further remove Miss Angel from being a straight up angler fish, we removed the light stalk and replaced it with spines from Shan, added scales to her back made by Emil and me and placed onto the body piece by Tom (differing from the deep sea counterpart), two sets of dorsal fins from Tom and the fangs taken from the two picture seen in the previous post from Madeleine, Shan and me.

As well as contributing to the final design, it was Toms and my job to make sure the angler head fits on my head. It started with Shan making a round headpiece that fit me perfectly to keep the angler head in place (picture three). However, it wasnt used for that purpose in the end due to it being too visible from the outside and so we recycled it into the performance as Emil wearing it as a barker introducing Miss Angel to the stage.

Next, seen in pictures four and five, Tom made the main shoulder piece and applied the scales Emil and I had made to the back. Originally we had planned to add 4 pieces of cardboard on each side of the shoulder piece to fit my shoulders and hold it in place, but we ended up not needing them later in construction, so we removed them.

Finally, after we figured out the shape we needed, Tom cut out and stuck on the angler head, keeping it flat at the back and having holes on either side of the head to mimic gill flaps (picture seven). During the making of which I was making some extra pointy fingers to add a bit of movement to the final piece as it was quite stationary and not that as a performance at that point. I cut out fingers of different sizes to fit around mine and Madeleine made rings to place around the base of the fingers to keep them rounded in place around my fingers (unpictured here but visible in final submission)

We then replaced some of the straight fangs with the rounded ones as per Madeleines and my request, which Shan made and placed. And last to go on were the spines and fins. We applied eyes that madeleine made from an egg box onto the face of the creature. At which point I noticed the face was a bit uninteresting to look at, so i made some different shapes based on The Great Omi’s tattoos with cardboard and charcoal (picture six). These were placed around the eyes to help outline them and make it more fluid and interesting to look at (picture 8).

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Manse had felt the threwd and come to see what mischief it had done. But what he hadn't expected was to find a fellow nadder smack dab in the middle of floor. What was even worse was that he could see its gills! Its shimmering, crescent gills glinting with the same colors as the scales on its belly.

Anxiously, the crustacean approached the creature, extending its feelers toward the strange beast. Instinctively, it reached out to the other nadder with its threwd. Safe? Alright? Hurt? Need help?

The desire to help as well as concern for the fury nadder filled Manse's threwd as he pressed it out toward the other nadder. I help. I help get safe. Make safe. Bring home safe.

But to do so, he needed to get near the thing—without getting bit by those snapping jaws.

Manse had become very good at communicating what it wanted recently, the friendly sea monster had even begun adding more words to its vocabulary.

That didn't mean that Theo wanted its company. He wanted the company of Baribs, who this shadowy anonymous creature had left in his current pitiful state rather than returning him to rights. Manse being so eager to help, ironically, did not help much at all. The shelled creature's want and need to make things better came across almost through his mind, a tangible thing that hovered around Theo poking him like a pesky child.

He tried to ignore it, and the slick fur along either side of his spine bristled, while the long shimmering dorsal fin unfolded to stand on end. Go away. The long thick rudder-like tail thumped loudly on the tile floor, the fin slapping the small puddle of water and then wrapping around the miserable nadder.

"Go away, Manse." Theo hissed just in case his feelings were not already apparent. He lifted his webbed hand-like paws up over his face, determined to be miserable for as long as possible. Of course, the small puddle in the middle of a tiled floor was hardly enough to have gotten his gills properly wet and they were already opening again in search of water, any sort of moisture would do. That was making him itch, and the itch was fast becoming painful and all together it only made the miserable nadder-sailor whimper all the more.

@leerofthevinegaroons

#v: now a monster #answered #leerofthevinegaroons #v: tower museum

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fishbreedsblog · 8 months

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Blue Moscow Guppy & Top 6 Facts Should You Know!

Blue Moscow Guppy are a popular and sought-after type of guppy fish because of their bright blue color. In this complete guide, we'll talk about everything you need to know about taking care of Blue Moscow Guppies, breeding them, and anything else you should know.

A Short Look at the Blue Moscow Guppy

Blue Moscow Guppies are a type of common guppy (Poecilia reticulata) that has been bred to be blue. They are also called Russian Blue Guppies. Their name comes from their bright blue color, which is the result of a lot of work in breeding. People who like to keep aquariums have become very interested in these beautiful fish because of how different they look.

Details about everything

Where it came from:

People think that Blue Moscow Guppies came from Russia, which is how they got their name. They were raised from wild guppies that lived in the area's rivers and streams. By using selective breeding, the blue color was made stronger and more stable. This made the Blue Moscow Guppy the one-of-a-kind fish we see today.

Size:

A Blue Moscow Guppie is usually between 1.5 and 2 inches (3.8 to 5 cm) long. Most men are shorter and have a slimmer body shape than women.

How long:

Blue Moscow Guppies usually live for 2 to 3 years if they are well cared for. You can help them live a long and healthy life by giving them a good place to live, a healthy diet, and regular care.

How people act:

Most of the time, blue Moscow Guppies are quiet fish that don't bother other fish. They are good for a community tank because they get along well with other peaceful fish. But it is important to remember that Blue Moscow Guppies shouldn't be kept with fish that are aggressive or like to bite their fins. This will keep the Blue Moscow Guppies from getting stressed out or hurting their fins.

How it looks:

Blue The city of Moscow All of a guppy's body, including its fins, is a beautiful shade of blue. People can be different shades of blue, with some having darker tones and others having lighter ones. Most of the time, their fins are long and flowy, giving them an elegant look. Males' dorsal fins may have patterns or spots that make them look better.

Types and colors:

There are many different types and colors of Blue Moscow Guppies. Some popular ones are Solid Blue Moscow, which is all blue, Blue Moscow Red Tail, which has a blue body with a red tail, and Blue Moscow Platinum, which has a blue body with metallic platinum accents. Hobbyists can choose which strains they want to try based on what they like.

Needs a home and a tank

Habitat in nature:

Blue Moskvich Guppies live in rivers, streams, and ponds with fresh water, where there are lots of plants. They live in places where the water moves slowly and there are lots of places to hide, like under water plants and roots.

Size of Tank:

To keep Blue Moscow Guppies healthy, they should be kept in a tank that is at least 10 gallons (38 liters) in size. The fish will have more room to swim in a bigger tank, and there will be less fighting over territory.

How to measure water:

Blue Moscow Guppies do well in clean, warm water in the tropics. The best water temperature for them is between 24 and 28°C (75 and 82°F). They like a pH between 6.8 and 7.5, which is a little bit acidic to neutral. Also, it's important for their health as a whole to keep their water clean and well-filtered.

Tank Setting:

For their tank to be healthy, blue Moscow guppies need the right set-up. Here are some things to keep in mind:

Substrate: Fill the aquarium with fine-grained materials like sand or gravel to make it look like their natural habitat. This makes it easy to care for, and the fish won't get hurt.

Plants: Give them real or fake plants like Java moss, Amazon sword, or Vallisneria to make them feel safe and make their environment look like it does in the wild. Fish can also hide in these plants, which helps them when they are scared or feel like they are being hurt.

Decor: Adding driftwood, rocks, and other aquarium decorations can make the tank look better and give the fish more places to hide and call their own.

Moscow has blue lights. Guppies don't need a certain kind of light. But a day-night cycle and a moderate amount of light helps them keep their natural rhythms.

Putting food in

Diet:

The Blue Moskvich Guppies eat everything and can eat a wide variety of foods. Their main food should be flake or pellet food made just for guppies that you can buy in stores. Feed them live or frozen brine prawns, daphnia, or bloodworms every so often to make sure they get enough nutrition. You can help them stay healthy and keep their color if you feed them a variety of foods.

How people eat:

Most Blue Moskvich Guppies eat quickly and never refuse food. Since they have small mouths, it is important to give them food that is the right size. Feed them small amounts several times a day instead of one big meal to keep the water clean and to keep them from getting too full.

You should pay close attention to how they eat. If you notice that some fish aren't eating or are eating less than usual, it could mean that they are sick or stressed. Change how often they eat as needed and pay close attention to how they act.

Having babies

Making copies:

Blue The city of Moscow Guppies are livebearers, which means they don't lay eggs but instead have live fry. During the mating process, the male woos the female by showing her bright colors and putting on courtship shows. After a successful mating, the female can store sperm and have more than one batch of fry without ever seeing a male again.

How to start a family:

Make sure the following things are in place to help the animals breed:

Gender Ratio: Make sure that the tank has more females than males. It's a good idea to have one man for every two or three women. This keeps the aggressive mating behavior of the males from causing the females too much stress.

Hiding Places: Give the pregnant female a lot of thick plants or plants that float so she can hide and give birth away from danger. The fry can also hide in thick plants, which gives them a better chance of staying alive.

Options for Separation: You could use breeding boxes or separate breeding tanks to keep adult fish from eating young fish. These containers are safe places for the fry to grow until they are big enough to live on their own.

How a baby is born:

Blue Moscow Guppies have an easy way to have babies. Here are the steps that are most important:

During courtship, the male will show off his bright colors and do elaborate fin displays to get the attention of the female.

When the female is ready to mate, the male will come up to her and use his changed anal fin, called a gonopodium, to put sperm into her body.

After a successful mating, the female's belly will slowly get bigger as she carries the developing fry. Most pregnancies last between four and six weeks. When the female is ready to have babies, she will look for a place where she can hide among plants or other things and give birth to live fry.

Care for Fry: After giving birth, the adult fish must be removed from the breeding tank, or the fry must have a lot of places to hide so they don't get eaten. Feed the fry high-quality powdered or crushed fry food, and as they grow, add small foods one at a time.

Most Often Seen Health Issues

Most Problems with Health:

Blue Moscow Guppies are usually healthy fish, but sometimes they get sick. Here are some common problems with health:

Fin Rot: Stress and bad water quality can cause fin rot, which can make the fins fray or fall off. Keeping the water clean and taking care of any stressors at the root of the problem can help stop this from happening.

Ich, also called "White Spot Disease," is a parasitic infection that makes white spots on the fish's body and fins. It's easy to spread and can happen when there isn't enough clean water or when sick fish are brought in. Parasites can be killed by putting the right medicine in the tank.

What you can do to stop it:

Think about the following preventive steps to lower your risk of health problems:

Quality of Water: Check the water's temperature, pH, and levels of ammonia, nitrite, and nitrate often to make sure they are at the best levels. Change out some of the water often to get rid of any waste that has built up.

Keep new fish in a separate area for a few weeks before adding them to the tank to make sure they don't have any parasites or diseases that could spread to the other fish.

Balanced Diet: To keep their immune system strong, give them a healthy, varied diet. If you eat too much, you might get fat and have other health problems.

Things to consider

Getting along:

Blue Moscow Guppies are usually quiet fish that can live with other quiet fish. But the following things are important to think about:

Aggressive Tankmates: Don't put Blue Moscow Guppies in a tank with aggressive or fin-nipping fish because they could stress out or hurt the guppies.

If you have a breeding tank, make sure that the other fish won't hurt the fry or mess up the breeding process.

Extra Care Instructions:

Remember the following to take the best care of Blue Moscow Guppies:

Quality of Water: Change the water often and filter it well to keep the water quality high. People are less likely to get sick and less likely to feel stressed because of this.

Stable temperature: blue The city of Moscow When the water temperature changes quickly, it can be stressful for guppies. Use a good heater and keep an eye on the temperature to make sure it stays steady.

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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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ocean paradise

↳ bottom shinso (human) x top reader (merman: blacktip shark)

summary: Just… some merman porn

w.count: 2094

content warning: smut, porn without plot, monster sex, merman x human, double dicks, double penetration, watersports / omorashi / pee, lots of cum, riding

“A SHARK!”

“THERE’S A SHARK!”

“GET OUT OF THE WATER!”

Shinso stood in the middle of the crowd, holding on to his father’s hand tightly, not really knowing what was going on, only for the 5-year old to get picked up by his mother.

“Let’s go Honey, it’s not safe here anymore!”, she said, following the crowd that had seen a shark’s fin in the ocean, thus scurrying back onto the mainland.

As Hitoshi looked over her shoulder though, he could see the shark fin disappeared, and instead, a head broke through the surface – e/c eyes met his lavender ones.

And that’s when he first saw you for a split-second, before you dove back into the depth of the ocean.

Chuckling, he opened his eyes and looked into the starry night sky, before a “Why are you laughing, Toshi?” made him turn his head – he had been floating on the surface of the ocean.

“Just thinking back to the moment I first met you.”

“Ohh, you mean the shark incident?”, now you chuckled as well, your arms tightening around his waist as you pulled him closer against your chest.

“Hmh…”, then he turned around, looking straight into your e/c eyes as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, carful to not touch your gills at the side of your neck though.

“When I told them I saw a mermaid, they all thought I just wanted them to talk to me so I could use my quirk on them… No one believed me…”, tilting his head slightly, he then smiled as you looked a little confused, “But I think in the end, it’s best that only I know you exist, you know?”

“Hmmm, I think so too!”, you then nodded and smiled brightly as well, before leaning in and kissing all over his face.

“Your just mine. My mate. Hehehe!”, the cute, little laugh almost melted Shinso’s heart as he bit his lip for a moment, trying not to get too overwhelmed, only to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over the rather rough skin, and then pulling you in for a real kiss.

Instantly, you held him tighter and leaned in deeper, yet careful that your teeth weren’t hurting him when you brushed against his lips and, in the end, push your tongue inside to play with his, Hitoshi softly moaning into the kiss as your hands slowly wandered down to his hips and then one sneakily slipped onto his ass to softly squeeze.

“Do you have to go already…?”, your purr was so strong it resonated within his own chest, wondering once more if you could actually brainwash him with your singing and drown him.

“Yeah… But… One last time, yeah?”, Hitoshi mumbled against your lips, feeling the grin form on your own, before you pulled back a bit to look at him.

“Hmmm, I like that! I wish I could just take you with me though.”, a sad sigh escaped your lips as you finally let your finger push between his cheeks and against his little hole, earning his blissful gasp as he willingly snuggled closer, whimpering a mere “Me too…” because the thought of living as a merman was kind of intriguing…

Yet, for now, he just lived as a human by your side, visiting you as much as he could and making love underneath the starry sky.

“Hitoshi…”, the little growl that escaped your throat when his nails softly scratched over your chest made him smirk a bit, only to repeat the gesture once more to rile you up as well; all while your finger suddenly pushed inside, his insides fluttering in excitement as he pushed back into your touches.

“Don’t… waste too much time, yeah?”, he whined against your lips.

“But… They’re big…”

“I can take it! You know that…”, was his only answer as he pushed his hips against your tail, immediately knowing that your sheath has also opened as two weirdly shaped cockheads poked out.

“But Toshi-“

Though, he interrupted you as he smashed his lips against your own, both of you moaning almost in synch when he wrapped his legs around your shark tail to rub his cock against yours, spurring you on more and more and feeling your dicks grow underneath the grinding.

All while you had added another finger to thrust into his ass, trying your best to “prepare” him, though, to be honest, Shinso was used to taking your cocks and with how impatient he was, it was hard for you to hold back as well.

One hand grabbed your dorsal fin, the other finally slipped down to grab both of your cocks, your high-pitched moans sounded like you were singing, truly beautiful and enough to make him rock-hard and wanting more.

“Y/n… do it…Please.”

“If… you want, then, I won’t hold back, Toshi!”, then you grabbed him, earning his surprised gasp, before he blinked a little in surprise when you swam towards the beach with him.

“Y/n?”

“Hitoshi…? Can you do the thing we did last time?”

Your e/c eyes were almost reflecting the ocean as you looked into his lavender ones, and then, he understood, a big smirk playing around his lips.

“Oho? Do you want to watch me so badly, Y/n?”

“Yes… please.”, pecking his lips over and over again, Hitoshi couldn’t help but giggle – you were more like a puppy then a ferocious shark, really.

“Fine. Only because it’s you, Y/n.”, his deep chuckle made you shiver in anticipation, before you finally reached the shore where you turned around, half-sitting and propped up on your elbows, your shark tail still engulfed by water so you wouldn’t dehydrate too quickly.

Crawling on top of you, his hands were back to rubbing your dicks, one curved, long and rather thin, the other thick with little nubs and bit shorter. Shinso has shown you last time what it meant when he said he would ride you, so it was not even surprising him that much that you wanted to do it again, knowing how much you loved watching him last time.

“You’re really spoiled, Y/n, you know?”, he then laughed when he moved closer, lifting his hips and reaching back to adjust your cocks.

“I just… love you, Toshi. I want to watc-“, though you couldn’t speak much longer when his hot, tight insides suddenly engulfed you, Hitoshi also throwing his head back with a loud, blissful moan as your thick, weirdly shaped cock finally spread him open, the precum you leaked being so much and gooey, making it easy for him to slip your dicks in.

Digging his fingers into your chest, he was gasping your name when he pushed down until, an inch or so down, he reached your second dick, your thick head that had almost spikes around it, though much rounder at the end, spreading him even wider, the long spike-like protrusions almost making him cum on the spot just from entering your cocks and feeling them ‘scratch’ along his sensitive insides..

“Oh God-“, he could only moan out loudly when the little nubs and spikes gave his insides just the right amount of feeling that his cock was bouncing so pathetically without even being touched, almost releasing just from that as he swallowed both of your dicks at last, ramming his hips down onto your tail.

“FUCK!”, arching his back, you simply watched, completely smitten once more as you loved to see him losing himself so much, that’s why you wanted to do it again like last time.

“Hitoshi… You’re so… beautiful.”, you barely managed to choke out as well, his ass was so tight around your cocks, it was almost too much for you too.

“Y/n…”

Shinso vividly felt your cocks leaking so much thick, gooey precum and in the end, he held on with both hands against your chest as he started grinding his hips, first, rather slow, only to lean back, hands pushed into the sand besides your shark tail, and then rolling his hips, showing off everything, just like you wanted him to.

“AAAHnh Look at me- Y/n! AH! MHN! Y/n!”, moaning out your name without restraint, hoping that no one was around at night, though he also didn’t really care that much, as he cried into the starry night, hips slamming against your tail, swallowing your cocks so effortlessly – his own bouncing from all the vigorous movements.

You wanted to grab and hold him, but, with your dorsal fin in the way, you had to keep upright on your shaky arms as you watched him attentively.

Thrusting his hips down, he stopped for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he grinded your cockhead against his deepest spot, making it difficult for him to even stay in this position. Shinso’s arms felt like jelly, he was shaking and shivering, muscles tensing – but he didn’t want to stop, even if he could feel the hot waves of pleasure in his lower abdomen almost overwhelming him.

Once more, he cried out your name in delight when he raised his hips, just to slam them down again, your cocks rearranging his insides, the weird shape and little nubs and spikes making it hard to hold himself together.

“Y/n! I- I- AhNH! Can’t hold-!”, he moaned out, pushing his body back up so his face was close to yours as he started ramming your dicks into him once more, hips shaking vigorously.

You took the chance to lean your forehead against his, breathing a mere “D-Don’t hold… back… Toshi!”, your tail thrashing in the water as your own orgasm was so close.

One last time, Shinso used all his strength, gasping for breath so desperately as he moved his hips against your tail, your cocks stirring up his insides, your thick, gooey precum making everything so messy and wet – it was overwhelmingly amazing, truly.

“Y/n! Y/n!”, he moaned out your name so lustfully, his thighs quivering and a hot, warm feeling seething in his lower abdomen, though before he could realize what was going on, he couldn’t stop.

Desperately crying out loud and throwing his head back, his cock was overflowing with warm liquid that pooled at your own belly, your gasped “Toshi!” only making him sob as he couldn’t stop wetting himself, being impaled by two cocks just felt too good.

And in the end, the mere view of him loosing himself was enough for a violent wave of sheer lust to sweep through your body as well, your cocks moving and throbbing on their own inside of him only intensifying the lustful bliss as he didn’t stop peeing himself.

That’s when you released as well, a siren-like sound escaping your throat, it was high-pitched and yet, it wasn’t unpleasant, more the opposite, only for Shinso to arch his back, his warm liquid hitting your chest as you stuffed him full with your seed – thick, gooey cum filling up his ass as he slowly regained control over his body again.

Heavily gasping, a few spurts of pee were the last thing his pathetically throbbing cock managed to produce; Shinso’s head was spinning, especially as you just didn’t stop squirting your cum into him, his hole already overflowing and covering your tail in the sticky fluids mixing with his own he released.

And then, you stopped and your cocks that were wiggling inside of him came to a halt as well. That’s when he almost collapsed on top of you, thus you quickly managed to grab him and somehow slither and shuffle back into the cold ocean, though with how hot Hitoshi felt, it was just right to cool him off as he barely hung onto you.

Your cum that was still seeping out of his ass, even though he was already stuffed with your cocks, was drifting away in the water as you held him tightly.

In the end, he barely managed to press out a “Fuck… That was… fuck…” as he rested his head on your chest when you laid on your back so he was basically resting on top of you on your chest as you drifted through the ocean, not wanting to part as you kissed his head and face all over.

“You were… amazing, Toshi.”, a dreamy sigh escaped your lips, before you started to purr again while you held him tightly and kissed him all over.

Hitoshi didn’t want to move even one inch, staying with your dicks inside for as long as he could and still relishing your moments together. He didn’t need to rush home anyways.

@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: day one of mermay already begins with THIS, so… it shows in which direction we’re going hurrhurr though I have a few more kinky shit planned, but for now, hope it was enjoyable! also, was craving some change sooo… new blue banners hehe

#salemswriting.#shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x male reader #bnha x male reader #bottom shinsou #shinsou smut #smut #mermay2021 #shinsou x you

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lluvguts · 3 years

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Cool Blue ; Chapter Five

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sneak us through the rivers

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☽ warnings: sexual tension, heat cycle talk, touching

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Luca slept through Lorenzo's gentle wake-up of kneeling beside the cave bed and prodding one caring hand against his shoulder. Ever since he was a child the action became normalized, with Luca curling around his father's touch along with a quiet yawn and a sleepy lopsided grin at his level eyes. But now, with the blues of his bedroom brightening as the sun hung above their home, he wouldn't budge. Lorenzo cleared his throat and removed his hand from Luca's shoulder for a moment, seeing how his son looked like a stone at the bottom of a river.

"Hey, Luca," Lorenzo rubbed his back. "You slept through the morning chores. I think the goatfish are missing you."

He stirred in the stifling water making his scales feel congested and stiffened when his eyes opened to his father wading next to him. Now that he was awake, the uncomfortable heat radiating off his skin made Lorenzo pull away with a frown.

"Luca, are you okay?"

"Giuseppe?" Luca slurred, disoriented. He rolled onto his other side to face Lorenzo, who was now floating back to the far wall of his room, gingerly tracing the ripples of warm water that chased his movements.

"Daniela!" Lorenzo cast a fearful look to his son then darted from the room. Though Luca's room was separated there was still the mouth of the cave entrance that had no means of a door and allowed Luca's grandmother (or, alternately, anyone) to peek her head inside at Lorenzo's little shout. Daniela soon followed.

"Y-You said he still had a few months!" Lorenzo returned clutching the hand of Daniela, while grandma Paguro trailed behind wordlessly, smirking to herself.

"All I said was that seventeen was the normal time for this, Lorenzo," Daniela said in a frustrated whisper, her dark tail making rivulets in the water.

Luca blinked at the three of them, now in his private space, then growled. He couldn't really stop himself from doing so, he had been sleeping peacefully enough until they all decided to ruin the dream he was having.

Oh, cod. The dreams he'd been having...

Daniela bent down to look Luca in the eyes, taking hold of his shoulder. Luca winced and placed his hand on top of his mother's. She clicked her tongue in response.

"Yep. Scales are hot...He's sensitive to touch...Been sleeping away most of the day already," She murmured more to herself than to her concerned husband.

"Will be be alright?" Lorenzo piped up, leaning toward Luca.

"Oh please, Lorenzo. You went through your heat too, remember?" Daniela sighed and looked back to him with a scowl. Lorenzo flushed and averted his gaze away.

Luca found his voice. "My...what?"

"Your heat cycle," His grandmother added in, being the third and final family member to join Luca at his bedside. She snorted. "It means you're going to be ready to find a mate soon."

"Mother! I said we should ease him into it! Does that sound like easing to you?"

Mate? A mate? Or...mating? He squirmed at the thought.

Three very different pairs of eyes, all holding separate emotions, glimmered back at him. Luca felt their gazes burning into his scales and crawled away from the ledge of the bed to the point where his dorsal fin brushed the rock wall. The stone cave was smooth and cool to the touch. So silky against his tender scales and spines it made that odd pain burst through his abdomen again until it blossomed into an even more peculiar sort of pleasure. It soothed his feverish scales and reminded him of the practiced hands that had been all over him in his dreams, and as his parents argued only inches from his trembling body he bit down on his tongue to keep quiet.

"Are you in pain, Bubble? Where does it hurt?"

"Oh, poor thing, look at him shaking. Great job, Daniela," Luca's grandmother chided with a light chuckle.

Not for what you may think, Luca thought with an internal groan of discomfort.

"What did I do wrong?" Daniela turned to growl at her mother.

"He's your son."

Daniela's tail flicked angrily. "Well what did you do when it was my time, mother?"

The older woman examined her scales, and, without missing a beat, "Sent you out to the breeding grounds. Don't point the claw at me, missy. You and Lorenzo had a fairly nice time."

"Breeding grounds?" Luca shrieked. His back was fully pressed to the cave wall now, to his parents it only confirmed their assumptions on his fear but really Luca was doing it because it felt better than the boiling water around him.

Even the word sounded primitive. Luca had seen--not by choice--a few of the goatfish going through a particular season of...breeding, and if what he'd been forced to watch while sheperding was anything remotely close to how it was for sea folk, he didn't want in on it. Well, he knew how it was for sea folk, of course. Daniela had been hell-bent on initiating that conversation much earlier than Luca would have preferred.

"Can we talk about this later?" Luca begged, sliding back down onto his kelp bed with his claws raked through the fins on his head. "Please? I just want to go back to sleep."

"Go back to sleep?" Lorenzo chuckled. "Son, you've been sleeping this whole time--"

"Oh, nonsense," Daniela put her hand on Lorenzo's snout, quieting him. "He'll need all the rest he can get if he really is in heat. Besides, it'll keep him away from the neighbor's. I think they have a young girl around Luca's age, and that's the last thing we need."

"Uh, I'm right here?" Luca said angrily. His whole body felt like it was spinning on a wheel of emotions with no axis, just one blending into the other.

Lorenzo gave Luca a sympathetic smile before he was pulled away by grandma Paguro into the cave channel outside his room.

"Don't worry Lu," Daniela took hold of both Luca's hands, squeezing them. "This'll all be over in a few weeks."

"But," Luca looked to her algae dress swaying with the water, feeling his face warm up. "You're saying that...all of these things I'm feeling are just because of the heat?"

"Yes, baby." She tapped the back of his hand reassuringly. "I know it's confusing, but I promise after you get just a little bit more rest, we can explain it later. Okay, Bubble?"

Luca had a million things to say, and he wanted to say them now. He wanted to tell his mother that he thought he was going crazy because he'd had the best and most vivid dreams of his entire life. Well, maybe not say exactly that, but it was definitely up there. Or the fact that every time he moved, a starburst of pain cramped in his stomach, low and threatening, but all that came with it were thoughts dirtier than the time uncle Ugo decided to make whale for dinner. He wasn't supposed to think things that vile!

And, most of all, the beautiful land monster boy he'd met at the cove. With his tanned skin that reminded Luca of the tender underside of the brown conch shells he used to collect. And the sun kisses on his skin! Each one like a splash of color gifted from the fish in the sky! His eyes, bright expectant shards of sea glass Luca wished he could touch. Alberto, marvelous and witty, painting the rocks that lined the pool at the cove. Luca, marveled and wincing with feeling. Just thinking about him made his stomach ache. It made him ache all over. But it wasn't a sorrowful, sore pain.

It was an ache of need. Of want. Once his train of though passed through thinking innocently of Alberto's kind eyes and lopsided grin, it focused more heavily on the way Alberto bit his lip and the lean muscles that made up his body until he had to catch his breath because his mother couldn't catch him like this.

So all Luca did was nod at his Daniela's words, all worked up again, and wave weakly as she swam out of his room.

He fell back onto the bed, chest heaving.

This was impossible. And she had said it was going to last weeks?

"Oh, sharks. I'm so dead," Luca groaned, digging the flat part of his hand to his belly. He traced one of his gills with his eyes closed, savoring the feeling and the memories of the night before. Luckily for him, the entrance to his bedroom was facing out into the hallway, where there was only silence.

A considerable amount of silence.

Then an idea broke through his hazy thoughts of Alberto. Luca flipped himself over and swam to the mouth of the cave, glancing at either side of the hallway. No one was in the rooms beside him, and from the eerie quiet they all must have left the house so he could sleep.

Guilty bile rose in his throat, but Luca didn't care. There was no feasible way he was falling asleep. He checked the hallway one more time before taking an old blanket made of sea moss and throwing it on top of his bed, along with stuffing a few lumpy pieces of coral he'd stashed away underneath that until it formed a lumpy version of himself under the covers.

He didn't believe that what was burning in his chest for Alberto was just because of some stupid sea monster thing.

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"Alberto! How are you already here?" Luca popped his head out from under the still water to stare at his friend. "I didn't think you'd be wandering around."

When Luca had snuck back to the wide rock opening to the cove underwater, he could already smell Alberto from above. His salty scent, mixed with other delicious things too overpowering for his sensitive nose, but he could find it anywhere. There was a sweetness lingering in Alberto's scent, it was honey and flower petals.

Alberto smiled apologetically with his hands on the straps of his bag. "I wasn't wandering around. I came to see you." He undid the latch on his bag, the very one where all of the fun paint colors came out of if Luca was correct, and produced a towel. Luca's brows were pulled low as he watched from the edge as Alberto crouched down to him and dunked it into the water.

"What're you doing?" Luca pointed at the towel, once light and radiating weird land monster smells but was now dull and soaking in sea water.

Alberto's face went pink, a color Luca loved looking at, and shrugged. "I, uh, thought that this might help with the sun." He knelt down on his bare knees and draped the dripping towel across Luca's shoulders. "You can come out of the water now. Now it shouldn't hurt as much."

Alberto helped Luca up until they were both sitting, cross-legged, staring at each other. The towel was heavy with the weight of the water around him, but was nice against his scales. He pinched the corners of the towel and nestled deeper inside of it.

"Thank you," Luca whispered with dark cheeks. When he looked at Alberto now the words mate and heat and breeding grounds appeared in his head unannounced and his skin crawled with the indecision of everything spinning around him.

"You good, Luca?" Alberto leaned closer toward him, growing concerned. Luca wanted to smack him, with his face inches from his nose the stench, albeit a lovely one, rippling off his tan skin was too much. They were things Luca did not know the names for in the human world, but all the same he smelled intoxicating.

Luca took in a deep breath, his gills still clogged with sea water, and nodded uneasily. "Is it okay if I try something?" He rushed to ask in his preheat, head-pounding state.

"Uh, okay?" Alberto sat back normally. "Are you gonna take me to Atlantis or something? Hate to break it to you, Luca. I might be an expert at swimming but I don't think I can breathe underwater like you."

The arrogance rolled off Alberto in waves, and Luca fought to keep his head steady.

"No! That's not what I meant! It's not even called Atlantis, you know. And if I wanted to take you, the water pressure is too deep for your ears. You'd probably die or something."

"Then what did you mean?"

Luca scooted closer, claws still gripping the towel like a cape. "Sorry, it's just that...you're the only land monster I've seen. Ever. So, like, there's a lot of weird things about you that I need to know about."

Alberto snorted. He placed his arms behind his back and looked to Luca with a glint of a challenge in his eyes. "Like what?"

"Like your stubby claws, for one." Without hesitation Luca grabbed for one of Alberto's hands, crawling to sit beside him and examined his fingers and nails chewed down to tiny stubs. "They're so weird. You can't do anything with these."

Alberto only watched with a smug look to conceal his awe.

"I'm gonna skip the whole no-tail thing," Luca continued, scanning Alberto's body. He drank in his skin and the shiny stuff that looked like water beading along his temple and around his tank top. It seemed cool, and he wanted to touch it but he kept his hand back.

"Alright, have you had your fun already? I know I'm not as amazing as you are," Alberto asked while Luca crawled closer to pat his fluffed up curls. "Not everyone can be a sea monster."

"Okay, now this is weird," Luca commented on Alberto's messy hair. His hands moved slowly to his forehead, checking to see Alberto's flat expression when his claws grazed the sides of his face.

"...What?" Alberto asked, leaning closer. "So, you're touching my face?"

Luca blushed and let his hands rest on each side of his jaw, holding him in place. "You don't, uh, feel anything?" If he could only slip his fingers beneath Alberto's ears...that was the most delicate part. That was where he'd scent him.

His breath hitched, and all he'd done was touch his cheeks. Scent him? He couldn't, he wasn't a sea monster. But...something in him wanted to. It really, really did.

"Am I supposed to feel something else? All I feel are your slimy paws on my face."

Luca hissed playfully. "Slimy? It's a natural coating. I'd dry up out here if I didn't have it...And they aren't paws, Alberto. They're hands just like yours."

"My fingers aren't webbed." Alberto held up one hand to make his point.

"Whatever."

"Why are you asking anyway?"

"Because," Luca let his gaze drift over Alberto's face, shiny with sweat and dotted in freckles. "Because it's supposed to, uh--"

"Does it...feel differently for you?" Alberto stared with new knowledge at Luca's face. "Is that why?"

Luca couldn't breathe. He only nodded. Alberto registered the breath Luca was holding, his yellow eyes wide and pupils blown.

"Ah, okay," Alberto whispered. He sat up straighter and lifted one hand off the grass, placing it directly on Luca's cheeks, his thumbs just grazing the base of his audial fins. His thumb and index fingers gently took hold of them, feeling their slippery texture almost in the way Alberto might relish in the softness of velvet. His touch was soft, tentative and curious but most of all wholly him.

All of the sea water that was dripping down Luca's face had dried up, and in its place was the shock that Alberto was touching him, not just touching his hand or his shoulder, but his hands were--

He couldn't even finish his line of thought. When he was touching him, the pain that had pooled in his stomach lightened. But it didn't stop the tingling that spread all through his legs and up his spine.

Alberto hummed his interest, gauging Luca's pinched face for any sort of reaction, before letting his wonder get the best of him as he slipped his fingers behind his fins, just above his gills.

"Hmm," Eyes shining, dark pools leaving Luca helpless as to what Alberto was doing. "These gills are interesting. They don't feel like the normal ones you see on a fish or a shark. You know, my Papa taught me all about marine biology, but maybe it's a bit different in your case. Though this seems to be the same..."

To refer his point Alberto ran his index finger in a slow, agonizing circle there on his skin.

A pathetic little purr rose in Luca's throat, and he hurried to correct his mistake by slapping his hand over his mouth.

He spoke around his own hand covering his lips. "Mngh! I'm sorry! I just! You're--"

Alberto shushed him and peeled Luca's hand away. "S'okay. Sensitive, huh? I guess I didn't think of that."

Luca bit his lip and nodded, clamping his tongue between his teeth. "Very."

His gaze lightened a bit, flicking over to Luca's cheeks tinged a deep, flushed blue. He let his eyes roam down to his throat, where he could see his frantic pulse beating away, trying to keep himself under control. And, finally, to the dappled line of brighter, more opalescent scales that trailed down Luca's waist until they disappeared into the hem of his mossy shorts.

Luca knew those what those markings on his skin were, such a light blue it teetered on the edge of pink.

They were signs of a sea monster in heat.

Luca swallowed hard, his throat much too dry, while Alberto's green eyes soaked him up. Alberto's next words were chosen carefully, softly spoken, barely a puff of electric air around his warm scales. When did they get so close?

"Is it...a bad sensitive?" Alberto pressed, genuinely interested, and lifted the pressure of his hands off of Luca's gills. "Or a good one?"

Luca snapped his jaws tight, he could feel the blood drumming in his throat at that. Somehow he found himself drifting to Alberto for the curve of his chest, both arms on him created a little curve for Luca to hide in. His heady scent drove him further, enough to rest his temple on Alberto's collarbones, lungs burning to keep his breathing normal. Alberto stiffened around Luca's touch, but only for a moment. He sighed and his fingers resumed their teasing touches along his neck.

"A g-good one," Luca breathed out. That painful burn pooled in his stomach, making those pink scales itch and Luca couldn't help but put his hand there on his belly to suppress the cramping. But that wasn't all that was bothering him. He realized, as the pads of Alberto's fingers pressed on his gills, on his scent glands, a warm pleasure bubbled up like molten honey hidden in his shorts, and he knew he had to scoot away before it was too late.

What would he think of him then?

That he was just some gross, horny little fish seeking comfort from everything that didn't make sense and find the answers in the arms of a boy?

But Alberto wasn't just some boy, Luca chided himself. As much as he wanted to side with the rational portion of his brain the other, more primal parts of him knew that there was someone here, there was a boy here, in his space.

A strong, tall boy who had his arms wrapped around him and could probably smell the heat on him.

But that boy also was so tantalizingly close, the dull ache in Luca's stomach erupted when he buried his face into the crook of Alberto's neck. Alberto's scent changed in an instant. A deeper, muskier smell that had a spike of fear that dissipated in an instant. He growled, and nudged his nose up to the base of Alberto's jaw, tasting his richness in the air.

Luca's tail whipped out from behind him and latched onto Alberto's bare ankle, tugging lightly and flaring up his fins to display. He would make such a good mate, Luca thought deliriously, letting his mouth part. He would leave such lovely marks on his skin to show for it.

"Luca, are you alright?" Alberto tensed, and his grip on Luca loosened.

Luca wriggled uncomfortably with the heat that trembled and throbbed between his legs, opening his mouth poised on Alberto's neck, only thinking of the blood rushing through him and the need to be full. His teeth kissed the sweat on Alberto's neck, and Luca let out a whimper in surprise.

"So pretty...you smell so good, Alberto." Luca mused. The heat wasn't allowing him to think clearly anymore, his head was muddled with Alberto's scent and the overarching desire to claim him. He rose off his knees, while Alberto held his breath in confusion, and Luca pressed his full weight onto Alberto in one sloppy motion. His hips stuttered as they met Alberto's waist, relieved to have some friction, and Luca already knew the other boy could feel what had been dripping there. "P-Please, I need you."

Alberto gasped and shoved him off, harshly. Luca fell back into the hot grass, the towel around his shoulders stank of mildew and heat. He blinked back at Alberto, who was scrambling up on his feet, chest rising in uneven bursts of air. As he stood he blocked the sun and his entire front half was bathed in shadow. But the absence of the sun did not hide the blush that blistered along Alberto's nose, not a delicate rose in bloom but like an aggressive blaze that colored its path. So much that it reached the tips of his ears.

Neither spoke for minutes. Both breathing heavy, one in shock and the other in embarrassment, sweat dripping from their skin. Alberto felt the spot Luca had left on his neck, then shuddered when he saw the unhinged glint in Luca's yellow eyes.

"I'm sorry...I can't control it," Luca whispered. His breath caught on the wind, raw with shame and a tumult of conflicting emotions, and he wouldn't be surprised if Alberto didn't hear him.

Alberto took another step back when Luca crawled out of the towel and went to the edge of the pool. "What do you mean you can't control it? What the hell were you even going on about?"

Luca, eyes streaming, slipped into the water without a sound. The cool waves lapped at his hot scales and they soothed him, but only on the outside. There was something twisting around inside of him that wouldn't go away, even if he wanted it to.

He couldn't control the way he felt.

He glanced over his shoulder before murmuring. "I'm in heat."

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polskasroka · 7 months

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Ghostober Day 2

Welcome to Day 2 of Ghostober created by @kroas-adtam!

Pairing: Copia/Rain

Main tag(s): Tail Play

Additional tag(s)/cw: a little bit of Teasing and Begging

Word Count: 1151 words

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“Rain,” Copia called after the ghoul before he managed to leave his office, making him turn around to hear his Papa out. “Don’t go just yet. I, uh, I’d like to check something. Come back here.”

The water ghoul tilted his head to the side in curiosity and soon stood on the other side of Copia’s desk, just where he’d been before. He watched Copia get up from his chair and obeyed the command to take his shirt off, puzzled as to what it all meant and was leading to.

Having folded his black shirt and put it on the desk, he waited for anything else that his Papa could’ve wished for. As Copia stood behind him, he was fighting off his anxiety with the trust that he had for the man who’d summoned him, believing that he wouldn’t hurt his ghoul.

Rain shuddered when Copia laid his gloved hands on his speckled shoulders and traced the teal and silver spots with his fingers. Even though Rain’s skin was always covered in a layer of mist, he could still feel the roughness of the leather against his skin. He then exhaled shakily when Copia’s hands slid lower and ran down along his dorsal fin, touching it gingerly once in a while. The water ghoul didn’t look back, for he realised how flushed his cheeks already were and he didn’t want to embarrass himself, although he knew that such a reaction wasn’t something to be ashamed of when it was caused by Copia.

“P-Papa…” Rain mewled when Copia’s hands reached the waistband of his pants. “What are you…?”

“Don’t worry, tadpole,” he shushed the water ghoul. “Lay your hands on the desk. You can grip it and scratch it if you need to.”

Unable to form a coherent answer, Rain nodded and put his hands on the hard surface, just as he was asked to. He swayed his tail from one side to the other and tensed up for a while when he felt Copia undo his belt and pants. In order to soothe his ghoul a little, Copia placed a kiss on his shoulder blade, causing him to chirp sweetly and shiver as he slid the creature’s pants down his legs to let them pool at his feet.

Rain could feel himself getting harder as his Papa laid his hands on his hips and stroked a couple of circles there with his thumbs. Copia then caressed the fronts of the ghoul’s thighs and slid his hands to the back. While he kept one of them near Rain’s tail, he moved the other between the imp’s legs. Rain bit his lip at that and an indigo blush settled on his cheeks and shoulders even more.

Since Rain still didn’t know what exactly Copia wanted to “check”, he revelled in the feeling of his Papa brushing the rough leather against his stiffening length, then along his balls and taint to finally reach his entrance that was already wet. The water ghoul pushed his hips back to feel more pressure against the rim, huffing at the imagination of what Copia could do to him now.

“Papa, please…” He sighed a bit more wantonly than he intended.

“Not like that today, tadpole,” Copia whispered into the ghoul’s ear and gently ran his hand along Rain’s tail. He rubbed the teal skin with his leather-clad fingers, only to have Rain purr quietly underneath his touch, squirming to get some friction against his asshole. “Tell me, is your tail sensitive?”

“It is but not… there,” Rain said, his voice strained. He shifted even more, spreading his legs and sliding the tip and the middle of his tail out of Copia’s hand.

“Where then?” Copia smirked, his fingers wandering closer and closer to the right spot.

“A-at the base,” the ghoul gasped when said fingers began stroking that exact area of his body.

The roughness of the gloves only added to the already overwhelming sensation of having his tail played with. Copia drew circles on the skin there, altering the amount of pressure that he was applying. Rain moaned at that, the sound unrestrained and new in its tone, one that Copia had never heard from him before.

Rain’s thighs trembled and he grew fully erect when Copia stroked the underside of his tail, mercilessly pressing his finger into the juncture between the base of his tail and the cleft of his ass. It made the ghoul stand on the tips of his toes as he inhaled shakily and leaked a bit of precum out of his cock. He then stood back down on his feet again, intensifying the pressure and feeling how arousal dripped out of his ass and down his thighs.

The sight and realisation caused Copia to grunt and continue pleasuring his ghoul that way. He once again altered the way of touching Rain’s tail, eliciting a whimper of disappointment, since the underside was the most sensitive part of the overall sensitive base. Rubbing against any other spot there only kept Rain on edge, with his claws now buried in the wood of the desk, and his hard shaft twitching as slick kept soaking Copia’s other glove. That slight pressure against his hole was also doing wonders, making Rain sigh and chirp each time he earned himself a stroke against his rim.

“You amaze me, tadpole,” Copia mused, sliding his finger to the underside of Rain’s tail again, making him jerk and groan loudly. “So responsive for your Papa. You deserve a reward now, no?”

“Yes, please, Papa! Just d-don’t stop, please!”

“You’re going to cum just from that?”

“Yes, yes, just, don’t stop, Papa, I-” Rain bit his lip again, his whole body flexed and trembling, his eyes closed and his breathing rapid.

“Will you do that if I touch you here?” Copia asked slyly and pressed his finger hard against that one sweet spot, circling it in relentless motion.

“Yes, Papa, there, I- Oh! Papa!”

The desk creaked underneath Rain’s grip and claws and he stood on the tips of toes again as he came, spilling over his belly and covering Copia’s hand in the slick running out of his entrance. He shuddered as Copia led him through his climax, gradually lowering the pressure against his tail, eliciting satisfied chirps and little moans from Rain’s lungs. After a couple of waves of bliss rolled through his body, the touch against his tail started to annoy him and even cause pain. He winced but forgave Copia for not knowing that that area could become overstimulated as well.

“Papa, stop, please,” he whimpered and hung his head down.

Copia complied and soon neither of his hands were on Rain.

“Thank you, Papa.”

“Thank you, Rain. You’re a magnificent creature,” Copia said softly, watching Rain’s weary and still heaving form.

“C-can you, please, hold me, Papa? I’m afraid I c-can’t really…”

“Of course, sweet little tadpole.”

#kinktober 2023 #ghostober 2023 #ghost fic #the band ghost #ghost the band #ghost #my post #nameless ghouls #rain #rain ghoul #papa emeritus iv

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izzybubs24 · 3 months

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Seventh Creature Design - Iteration 3

For my third iteration, I wanted to keep the eel-like bodily structure but decided I needed to alter the tentacle things my creature had down its spine as they didn't yet have a purpose so looked a bit silly.

After doing some more research on existing unique sea creatures I found something called a leafy sea dragon. A leafy sea dragon is a type of fish however the leaf-like structures on its body are not used for swimming. Instead, to move, this species uses two fins—one pectoral and one dorsal—that are so thin they are almost transparent. The fish is also perfectly outfitted to blend in with the seaweed and kelp formations it lives amongst.

Leafy Sea Dragon | National Geographic

Taking this research into consideration, I decided to make the things on my creature's back and face look more like kelp as that is the plant my creature would be living amongst as well as its food source. Also, having a kelp-like body would help it blend in with its surroundings as the Island will be full of kelp. I also decreased the size of the eyes so they would look more realistic on my creatures head.

Overall, I'm very happy with how this creature is now looking. The only change I might make now is to remove the 'leaves' around the neck of the creature, as I can't think of a reason as to why the leaves would be there in the first place except for just adding them for show.

Here is a picture I found of a leafy sea dragon. As you can see, the head shape is very similar to a sea horse. This might also be something to think about when doing my next iteration if this is the original sea creature that I am basing my design on.

#DE4404 experimental practice

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guthrie-odonto · 2 years

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The previous designs were made without context of episodes 22-23, so before tomorrow’s bar fight, have some new tweaks

The descriptions from Episode 23 seem to suggest that Amber retains normal opaque eyelids (especially with the photosensitivity, you’d certainly need opaque lids to deal with that) and I also added the blue ring Griffin said was around the pupils which, paired with the color of the sclera accidentally makes a bit of a Jacksepticeye heheh whoopsie

Devo’s neck fins are now magenta to look pretty and as an homage to the design of the big G seen in Godzilla 2000 and Godzilla vs Megaguirus; this is also why his hair is now green and will have been naturally green even before he contracted the sallow. He also has light patches on the back of his hair mirroring the three-row placement of Godzilla’s dorsal plates and the jacket he has is Godzilla branded because I mean come on Devo’s exerting more Godzilla energy than Steven and there’s not even an ominously looming kaiju in the intro that we can theorize Devo will turn into when he reaches a breaking point and just s n a p s

Also it’d be rad for a character design if the Sallow also gave Devo some sort of fantasy vitiligo—Fishiligo, if you will

#Devo really said fuck the church I have the power of Godzilla and ghibli anime on my side #my art #the adventure zone #taz ethersea #devo la main #amber gris #amber's post

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tsarisfanfiction · 3 years

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Help Me (Keep My Head Above Water)

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Family Characters: Scott, Gordon, Virgil

The water is no place for a man who thrives in the skies. Luckily, he has a brother who’s the opposite.

So, this fic comes with huge thanks to @gumnut-logic for both giving me permission to play with her amazing Marks&Wings AU and also patiently correcting me when I got some of the facts and lore a little wrong (and answering all my occasionally silly questions about things as they cropped up). My muse has been somewhat fickle this week, but playing around elsewhere seems to have woken it up again. For those of you unfamiliar with the AU, to grossly oversimplify, it’s a wingfic AU, with the exception of Gordon, who is an aquatic shapeshifter instead.

Being me, I immediately honed in on the (whump) potential with Scott, and of course there’s some Scott&Gordon here because I could. And I had to have Gordon shifting into my favourite marine creature (which I discovered @godsliltippy had already written during my re-read of the whole series earlier to double-check some facts, but the more the merrier, right?)

Scott knew he was in trouble the moment he hit the water.

Maybe it should have twigged two seconds earlier, when his right wing exploded in pain and his pleasure flight had become a panicked fall, but in those two seconds all his concentration had gone into trying to stabilise himself, somehow trying to stop the fall and when that failed, folding his wings to let them go.

Then he hit the water, wings that had decidedly not folded when he told them to slapping the surface hard enough to jar and sending a fresh wave of agony through him, and reality kicked in.

Wings and water didn’t mix. Not unless they were seabird wings, and Scott’s were absolutely not. His feathers weren’t waterproof; quite the contrary, they absorbed the water like a sponge until there was seven and a half metres of waterlogged wing dragging him down.

Keeping his head above water became a priority and a challenge.

He needed to let them go, absorb them back into the Mark where they couldn’t keep dragging him under, a dead weight tugging at his shoulder blades and forcing him to use every ounce of strength to fight against it.

He couldn’t.

Maybe it was the water, weighting them down so much they couldn’t fold up against his back. Maybe it was the injury, red swirls in the water telling him it was bad. Maybe it was neither of those and he just didn’t have the strength.

The reason didn’t matter. What mattered was that he couldn’t, that each frantic surge up to keep his head above water exhausted him more and more, that the sudden appearance of speed boats roaring into view towards him didn’t mean help was on the way.

He’d been shot down. That much was obvious, even if he hadn’t had the time to mentally catalogue exactly what had happened and why. No-one else was around; the stretch of ocean he’d been over – was now in - was devoid of human life. Supposed to be devoid of human life.

But it had been a manmade thing that had blown through his wing, and now there were more manmade things headed his way. It didn’t take a genius to put the clues together.

Flying away was out of the question – if he could, he wouldn’t have ended up in the water in the first place – and swimming wasn’t going to help him either. Keeping his head above water was enough of a challenge; with his waterlogged wings, not to mention the injury, there was no way he’d be able to get any lateral direction at all. And even if he could, there was no way he could out-swim a speed boat or several.

They spluttered to a halt just in front of him, fanned out in a semicircle. Too far away to touch, but close enough to see the look of triumph on the face of the man in the one directly in front of him. It wasn’t reassuring; any remote chance that they’d come to help him out was dashed into pieces.

Sound carried over water. Even over his own gasps for breath and the slosh of the waves his desperate attempts to survive were producing, he could hear the laughter. Satisfaction.

The next moment, their voices went from cruel and jovial to terrified, pitch rising and culminating in a frantic “grab him now!”

Wide eyes weren’t looking at him. They were looking past him, faces white and drained of blood, and Scott had no idea what they could see, but if it wasn’t good for men in speedboats, it wasn’t going to be any good to a drowning man with wings pulling him down.

Still, on his next surge out of the water – barely a surge, a weak splutter fuelled by determination and more than a little bit of panic – he turned his head.

A tall, pitch black fin was bearing down on them. Him. It towered far above him, easily taller than Alan at a glance, and Scott’s first instinct was fear. There was blood in the water after all. His.

It rolled up, a pitch black back to go with the fin, before diving down. A flash of white confirmed its identity.

Orca.

Orca weren’t known to attack humans, were intelligent enough to recognise them even when they didn’t look right, but the speed it had been approaching with, and the dive-

The men on the boats were shouting and screaming, equally panicked even though they weren’t the ones in the water with it. Some were fumbling weapons. At least one gun ended up overboard as it was dropped by shaking hands.

Scott couldn’t see it. Keeping an eye out for the apex predator that had decided to investigate what was going on and keeping his head above water were one task too many – two tasks, really, but Scott wasn’t giving up on living just yet – and after it had dived, he’d lost track of it.

Then something collided with him from beneath, taking what breath he had away as the deep depths his wings had been dragging him down into was replaced suddenly with smooth, thick skin, and that pitch black dorsal fin erupted from the water scant inches from his face.

It kept going, kept rising until his chest was out of the water. The majority of his wings. His waist, his knees, and it registered that the orca had scooped him up onto its back.

He didn’t know if that was normal orca behaviour. He didn’t know much about orca. His gut told him that didn’t matter.

Scott reached out, arms trembling and weak after his fight with the waves, and wrapped his arms around as much of the dorsal fin in front of him as he could. The creature was huge, but not so huge his wingtips weren’t still draped into the water, threatening to drag him back off the moment the orca moved again.

The men were still shouting, engines sputtering back into life, but Scott ignored them – even the panicked gunshots that went laughably wide considering the size of the orca, if only because they went so wide. He didn’t know he was safe, on the back of an apex predator that on the surface had no reason to help a drowning human with wings, but as his fingers closed around the far edge of the fin and then – and only then – did the huge creature move again, he felt that maybe, just maybe, he was.

There was a chance that the orca was exactly that. A sea creature that had come to investigate and decided in its wisdom to intervene.

But there was also a chance it wasn’t.

Scott didn’t know if orca was in Gordon’s resume, if his aquatic brother had ever got close enough to one to add it to his ever-growing collection of possible transformations. He didn’t have that link with him that Virgil and John did, the second and third Tracys always able to pick their brother out from a myriad of seemingly-identical marine wildlife. Some days, Scott hated that. Hated that Gordon could hide so completely from him. Hated the fear that came from the knowledge that one day something might happen and he wouldn’t know until Virgil screamed, or John threw himself into a silent frenzy. Hated that he’d be entirely helpless.

Even now, he hated it a little, because he’d never been scared of Gordon no matter the form he took, but he’d been scared of the approaching orca. He didn’t have the link to confirm the identity of the creature that was saving him.

But he had his gut, and his gut told him that somehow, it had to be Gordon. Never mind that Gordon hadn’t been in the area as far as he knew. Never mind the fact that Gordon was supposed to be at home, and if he was here, it meant he’d been out swimming without telling him.

His gut told him he was safe, and he trusted his gut enough to relax as the orca’s clicks and whistles washed over him. The orca didn’t speak any human languages, but to Scott the fury was clear.

The speed boats circled them. With his head resting on the smooth, damp skin of what had to be his brother, Scott could only watch as they loudly debated if it was worth trying to snag him.

A tail – fluke, Scott dimly recalled – slapped the water when one got too close. Scott was doused with water, his fingers tightening their grip as much as they could as the wave threatened to wash him and his useless wings back into the ocean, but the boat – carrying something that looked a lot less friendly than the simple handguns used by the men on the others - was capsized.

If he’d needed any confirmation he was being defended, that was it.

The orca that was almost certainly Gordon swam around in a circle, the movement nudging Scott further onto his back from where he’d slipped, more agitated clicks and whistles making it very clear that further advances would not be tolerated.

His wings – his waterlogged, injured wings – were just in the way. Scott grit his teeth and tried to pull them in, away from the water and folded so he could let them go. The left wing obeyed, albeit with effort against the weight of the added water. The right screamed and despite himself he let out a choked-off cry which he hurriedly muffled by biting his arm.

Apparently that wasn’t moving. Whatever they’d shot him with must have hit the muscles that controlled the spreading and folding of the wing.

One wing furled and one wing at full span had him sliding, pulled down by the spread weight on his right, and he snapped his left out again instinctively. Another tight circle from the orca beneath him and he was shifted back to where he’d been.

So that meant no folding his wings.

Scott sighed, trying and failing to ignore the agony throbbing from his wing. Around them, it seemed like the speed boats had decided it wasn’t worth battling an orca to get their prize. The capsized men were being dragged onto boats, before the engines roared and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The aggressive clicks and whistles stopped for a moment. When they started again, there was something different about them, and Scott got the distinct impression he was being addressed. He might have been imagining it, but they sounded concerned.

“I’m okay,” he reassured the creature. He wasn’t, not with a hole in his wing that was probably still leaking blood and exhausted from his battle to keep his head above water, but even if probably-Gordon knew that, he didn’t need him to say it. “Thanks.”

Gordon or not, the orca had saved him. Scott didn’t know what the men had been after, but anyone who tried to catch his attention by shooting him out of the air probably didn’t have friendship on the agenda.

He got another series of clicks and whistles in response, before the huge creature slowly began to swim. Scott could tell it was nowhere near the speeds an orca would normally travel at, but even that tugged at the wingtips still in the water, discomfort traveling up the appendages and resulting in additional loud complaints from the right. But he didn’t complain; he, too, had no plans to hang around where he’d been shot down. The orca clearly had a destination in mind, and it was one Scott very much hoped was home.

It wasn’t long before a familiar engine whined into earshot. Content to remain slumped where he was, numbing fingers weakly clutching the dorsal fin and head resting on the black skin, Scott only blinked as Thunderbird Two loomed in the distance.

Ahead of it was a black streak, diving straight for them.

“Scott!”

Virgil’s apparent nonchalance at landing directly on the orca’s back was the final, unnecessary, confirmation that it was Gordon.

Giant black wings, the biggest in the family by some half a metre or so, stayed fully extended for balance as Virgil crouched by him, one hand on the dorsal fin for extra stability while the other landed on his shoulder.

“What happened?” his brother demanded. Scott could see worried deep brown eyes focusing on his right wing, and wondered if it looked as bad as it felt.

“Shot down,” he admitted, knowing there was no point lying when his bleeding wing was in full view.

Fear flashed through the worry in his brother’s eyes, and Scott knew he was thinking about what might have happened if Gordon hadn’t intervened. He plastered a reassuring grin on his face.

“I’m okay,” he promised.

“No, you’re not,” Virgil snapped back, wings bristling. The hand on his shoulder moved and Scott muffled a cry as gentle gloved hands explored the area around the wound. “This is nasty, Scott.”

He knew that, but he was okay. He was okay because Gordon had been there, because Virgil was there, because he could hear Thunderbird Two coming to a hover overhead, with either Alan at the helm or under the remote control of Thunderbird Five’s inhabitants.

“I’m okay,” he repeated, wishing not for the first time that he had the same link with his brothers the middle three had, so he could push the emotions behind the words into Virgil’s head until he understood what he meant.

But then, the two of them had never needed that to understand each other.

Virgil’s eyes softened just a bit.

“Let’s get you home,” he said. Orca-Gordon let out what sounded almost like an indignant set of clicks and whistles. “I know you are, Gordon, but Thunderbird Two is faster and his wings are still in the water.”

Scott assumed Gordon had been protesting that home was already where he’d been taking him.

More clicks and whistles, but the orca slowed to a halt. Virgil fiddled with his wrist comm, and the giant Thunderbird lowered, her belly opening and a harness descending.

Scott was no use at all, still too exhausted from his dunking to do anything except lay on Gordon’s back as Virgil fussed around him with straps until he was secured for hauling up. It wasn’t the most glamourous of transportation, and being in the air without being able to rely on his wings for flight if something happened was more than a little unsettling, but it did the job. With Virgil also hooked into the harness and travelling up alongside him – although his wings were only folded and not let go in what was a quiet assurance for Scott’s nerves at being mid-air with his own out of action, which his younger brother almost certainly did for that exact reason – he soon found himself safely inside the green ‘bird.

What he wasn’t prepared for, as Virgil lifted him to his feet and gently hauled an arm across his shoulders while his own snaked around Scott’s waist for support – obviously taking as much care as possible not to disturb his wings – was Gordon’s entrance.

Scott had assumed another harness would be sent down, if Gordon even chose to get on board instead of racing them home. In his exhaustion, he had clearly forgotten his aquatic brother’s penchant for dramatics.

Watching an orca breach was breath-taking. That much sea creature did not seem like it should be able to clear the water much, if at all, but in true Gordon style, the black and white face almost reached the still-open hatch before fading back into the tanned skin and blond hair of his human form. Scott’s heart leapt up as he realised Gordon wasn’t high enough to grab the edge of the hatch, but before he could react, a tanned hand grabbed onto a trailing harness strap and his second-youngest brother climbed the rest of the way into the module bay.

Beside him, Virgil was all but quivering in vibrant disapproval.

“Gordon-” his brother growled.

“I knew what I was going,” Gordon interrupted, waving a hand as though to dismiss Virgil’s ire at the reckless stunt. Whatever else was exchanged on the matter seemed to be non-verbal, as amber eyes flickered in Virgil’s direction in what could have been an eyeroll even as the blond picked his way over to Scott’s side.

Virgil was supporting him from his left, away from the injured wing, and Gordon didn’t get too close to his right out of obvious concern, but Scott still found himself the object of scrutiny.

“You look awful,” Gordon told him bluntly, stepping backwards as Virgil clearly decided to save the lecture for later and refocused on leading Scott and his still-spread wings over to the medical bay.

Scott had told them both that he was fine, and it was perfectly clear to him that saying it again would not affect his brothers’ opinions. So he switched tactics. “Thanks,” he said dryly, leaning heavily on the levity – and also Virgil’s shoulder as his slightly unsteady self was guided over to a stretcher. It worked enough to get a small grin from the blond.

Normally, the stretcher would be secured up against the module wall. With his wings still more outstretched than not, despite the water weighing them down – painfully, now that gravity was in the equation rather than buoyancy – there was no way that Scott would be able to lay on anything remotely close to a wall. Brains, however, was a genius with multiple fail safes, and while they tended to try and avoid lifting on rescues unless there was no alternative, he had included a reconfiguration of the stretcher that could be laid on with wings outstretched. Just in case.

It was secured to the roof of the module, lowered mezzanine style when required, with sides that folded out to support the outstretched wings. Additional telescopic legs extended from the underside to lock into ports on the module floor, firmly locking it in place against any movement the Thunderbird might make in flight.

With the rest of the equipment that could potentially be in the module, it was sometimes a tight fit, but it fit and that was what mattered.

Scott didn’t bother resisting as Virgil coaxed him onto it, trying his best not to entirely face-plant as he returned to horizontal and the relief of gravity no longer tugging at the edges of his wings. Cushioning his head with his forearms, he shifted his left wing until it draped itself over the extension, still waterlogged. A glance over at it showed pinions in disarray from his unwelcome dunking, the sensation of which hadn’t particularly registered over the pain of the other, but now that he’d seen it began to niggle incessantly in the back of his mind.

The right was less inclined to obey, muscles screaming in protest at the mere idea that they should move, and it was with great reluctance that he left it as it had flopped.

There had been enough crying out in pain in earshot of little brothers today.

Unfortunately, his brothers seemed to disagree as Virgil appeared somewhere near his head, murmuring apologies as his hands cradled the shoulder of the wing and manipulated it into position. Lighter touches further down, out of sight, told him Gordon was helping the rest of the wing follow the movement.

Scott bit down on an arm to muffle any vocalisations at the pain.

“Sorry, Scott,” Virgil repeated, sympathetic pain in his own voice. “I’m going to need to stop the bleeding before you lose too much blood.” Treatment meant more pain, but Scott knew it was an unfortunate necessity.

He turned his head away as Virgil drew out the anaesthetic, trying to ignore the sting of the needle at the base of his wing. It wouldn’t completely dull the pain, their wings were all too sensitive for that, but it would take the edge off, at least.

“Hey.” Gordon appeared in his line of vision, hair mussed where he’d obviously attacked it carelessly with a towel. A hand rested on one of his arms, his second youngest brother always tactile, and more so after one of them had been in trouble. Scott was half-surprised there wasn’t an octopus wrapping around him. Something in Gordon’s eyes told him it had been considered.

“Hey,” he replied, doing his best to ignore the sensations as Virgil got to work on his injured wing, sending shoots of supressed pain through his flight muscles as they reacted to whatever he was doing. Scott had learnt from experience that sometimes it wasn’t worth watching.

Considering he’d been in the water, Gordon’s hand was surprisingly dry against his own still-wet skin. It wasn’t like him to dry off so quickly; often it took a brother or three or a grandmother to persuade him otherwise.

His brother had something in mind, and Scott might not be linked with him, but he was pretty certain it involved him.

“Do you want a hand?” Gordon glanced meaningfully at his wing – left, uninjured, wing – and as if on cue the irritation of pinions out of alignment flared up again. Scott could handle it himself later, if Virgil didn’t get there first after finishing with the injury – which would no doubt include soothing the ruffled feathers on that wing as well – but later meant later and Gordon was offering to do it now.

Like all of them, there were very few people Scott trusted near his wings, and despite not having wings of his own, Gordon featured on that shortlist.

Gordon didn’t often touch their wings, not since gaining his own Mark and losing any and all jealousy he’d ever had about being the one left out even though he’d never cared to fly, but like Grandma – and Dad – had wriggled his way into learning to care for them regardless. Scott had fond memories of watching Virgil talk Gordon through it on his own black feathers the first few times, offering himself up as practice. Their mental link had probably helped Gordon comprehend what it was like, and sometimes Scott wondered if it was similar for him and his own Mark, or if it was entirely different.

“I’d appreciate one,” he admitted, no reason nor desire to decline when it needed doing at some point anyway. Gordon grinned and dropped a towel on his head.

Typical annoying little brother, but Scott took the hint and, careful not to jostle his right arm or wing, where Virgil was working, ran it over his hair to get the worst of the water away.

When he finished, Gordon was out of sight. His location was betrayed a moment later, when Scott discarded the towel and nimble fingers immediately made themselves known at the junction of the wing and shoulder. As always, a light tremble ran through the wing at the initial contact, which Gordon waited out before starting.

The methodical approach his brother settled into was soothing, and Scott didn’t have to work too hard to convince himself to focus on that rather than the far less soothing sensations coming from his right wing, where Virgil appeared to have progressed to wrapping the wound.

Considering both the size of his wings – they might be marginally smaller than Virgil’s, but they were still huge – and the waterlogging he couldn’t just shake away, Gordon’s treatment took time. A towel was introduced, only the lightest of touches to avoid damaging any feathers, but enough to absorb at least some of the water, and Gordon’s fingers coaxed out enough of the rest that Scott could feel the weight easing away. It wasn’t perfect; he’d still need to shake the wing at some point, or at least hold it open while upright so the rest would seep away. But it was enough to be a relief.

The secondary relief of his feathers realigning to true and the itch fading away was also very welcome indeed.

By the time Gordon was done with the back of his left wing, Scott could feel Virgil doing the same thing to his injured wing. It wasn’t as enjoyable, entirely due to the injury and all sensations therefore determined to report as varying levels of pain, but it was a good pain – comparable to the satisfaction of peeling scabs – that faded as those feathers, too, found themselves realigned by the care of a brother.

“The front will have to wait a while,” Gordon said, reappearing in his eyeline. There was another towel in his hands, which he was clearly using to get rid of the water that had transferred from Scott’s wings to his fingers. “Feeling better?”

If Gordon had asked, Scott was more than willing to lift his wing from the stretcher so he could get at the currently face-down feathers, but the look in his brother’s eyes said that even if he did that, he wouldn’t be touching them. Considering the bone-deep exhaustion that had done nothing but grow as he’d felt safer and safer with his brothers, it was true that Scott might – might – not be able to hold it up long enough.

“Yeah,” he acknowledged. “Remind me not to go swimming with them lifted in the future.”

There was an aborted noise from Virgil, who still didn’t have the whole story and was no doubt going to be demanding it later – alongside the rest of the family – but Virgil wasn’t the one who’d faced down and prepared to attack multiple boats to keep him safe, so Scott ignored it.

Gordon knew what he was doing; he could see it in the quirk of his lips and the resigned amusement in his eyes. There was more than one brother who would be having nightmares tonight, after all.

“If you even think about it, I’ll drag you straight back out faster than you can say Thunderbird One,” his brother replied after a moment. It was light-hearted, matching Scott’s attempt at levity to keep both their heads above water about what had happened, and what could have happened, but it was also a promise.

Gordon might not have the same link with him that he did with his other older brothers, but somehow he’d be there. Like he was this time, and eyeing the swimming shorts that were the only attire his water-loving brother wore, Scott decided that just this once, he’d let him off going swimming so far from the island.

He didn’t think he was going to be receiving any such leniency for his own distance from home, but after today, Scott was content to stay a little closer. Despite the reassurance of Gordon’s promise, he had no desire to repeat the experience.

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