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huntingdogjouno · 7 days
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"Oh my fucking God. If I hear of this greasy wet rat one more time I'm going to either kill everyone on Earth or kill myself. I will have this man's pale skinny frame crushed between my palm and he's going to make little cracking sounds the entire time. He's going to be an ant compared to me. I'm gonna make this motherfucker pull up and I'm gonna beat the shit out of him too. I'm going to run him over with my car and I'll do it happily. I'm going to torture him day and night to the point that death is what he longs for. I'm going to break his knees to the point that bitch can't pray to Jesus. He's so fucking disgusting that I can smell the grease from his hair from here like I'm some kind of shark and he's an ugly fish. I'm going to rip out his intestines and use them as Christmas decorations. I'm going to punch him so much he's going to end up looking like a deformed sperm fetus thing. This bitch will feel my wrath and I'm going to make his ugly fetus ipad baby greasy ass pay."
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scientific-dog · 1 year
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Me and my friend @shapter-draws made some of… Helluva Boss x Lovecraft AU?
We’re both not big fans of Helluva Boss, but we are TOTALLY big fans of Lovecraft.
So there are the point: all the characters are human, the shark-demons are the Deep Ones.
In this AU Crimson is a port mafia boss in a small and very old Italian town nearly the sea, which is pretty resemble to these infamous ones as Innsmouth and Oakmont. There are you barely find any kind of people you get used too - people here have some terrible deviations, they have scary, deformed faces, long tales and flippers which make them look like a sharks, and if you look closer to them you’ll see the gills and big sharp teeth. People call it “The Innsmouth syndrome”. The terrible illness, which is pretty wild spread in this out-of-the-way sea towns.
Crimson moved here with his young wife and a baby son long time ago. He wasn’t rich before, but, no one knows why, but after some time his business went uphill. He become very rich in this place… as soon as his wife “died in accident” and he got a lot of these gross fishmen as his partners.
And ye, as you might expect, Crimson sacrificed his wife to the sea, he sacrificed her to Father Dagon and the Deep Ones in trade for them to protect his ships in the sea, where he illegally sell the treasures and other things. Now, being the part of the cult, he succeed and became so wealthy.
Moxxie doesn’t even know about it: he barely remembers his mother, he only remembers how once he saw her shoe in the water, when his father forced him to drown someone (another victim of cult?). Despite this, growing up around these horrifying fish faces, he was afraid of his father and never asked him why this people always near.
Then, after some time when Moxxie left the town and get his own life with his wife and new work, he received a letter from his father, where he invited them all to his house for a business. Frankly speaking, Crimson became a bankrupt, because the term of the deal with Dagon comes to its end. To tie his relationship with Deep Ones better, and make their contract endless, he needs his son to marry one of fishmen (if you haven’t read “The shadow upon the Innsmouth” it is how it usually works and it is how human make deals with them xd).
And yes, a young sharkman Chaz is a perfect choice for this!
And yea, here Chaz and Moxxie met each other in teenage years! The story was pretty same to the canon, and he betrayed him too. Moxxie never knew what his father really does and he took a part in some of deals: they drop banks and illegally sell the alcohol and drugs. And during one of this deal when it went wrong, Chaz ran away and left Moxxie alone. But, Crimson saved his son from the problems, he bailed him out of jail.
So, after some time Chaz purposed Crimson to make him richer if he tied his family “closer” to his tribesmen and Father Dagon through the marriage. How Crimson could miss this chance?
But, whatever, during the time they stayed in Crimson’s home, Millie and Blitzo find out about the cult and marriage, so they all had to take Moxxie and run away at the night before the contract happened. Because if Moxxie married Chaz, he dealt with Father Dagon and nothing would save him.
So, it’s a very first variant of AU and there are also some facts:
- Crimson is not the first who did this scheme. In Innsmouth and Oakmont a lot of human families have mafia business with Deep Ones.
- Crimson is really an occultist. He is graduated from Miskatonic university. He is thirsty not only for gold, but for forbidden knowledges, and Deep Ones provided it both to him.
- Chaz is so proud of his origin. He is “a hot sexy man and shark traits makes it only better. Rawr~”
- Chaz really loved Moxxie, but he was young and coward, and really knew that his father and others won’t let Moxxie to stay in a jail.
- I.M.P. aren’t the killers. They still do not so successfull business, but they didn’t escape so easy. There’s no Lovecraftian story without eldritch horror ;)
- Crimson still being so cruel, BUT he didn’t kill Chaz, because he didn’t lie to him obviously, and he couldn’t ruin the contract with his protectors.
- Millie is a countryside woman and her family lived nearby the blasted heath where lived Gardner family and the meteorite fell long time ago. It refers to the “Color out of space”! Millie got her extraordinary physical ability because she had to bear with mutated animals because of impact of the Colour Out of Space. But since the alien left this place long time ago and whole the impact caused by small its peace wildspread around, these mutated animals are mostly enormous, large and aggressive regular animals.
- All the “imp” characters aren’t so much cruel as they are in canon. And Chaz still being stupid horny man.
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fumpkins · 2 years
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What caused this massive megalodon’s mega-toothache?
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The enormous, extinct shark megalodon dominated the seas millions of years ago, but even this fearsome ocean carnivore wasn’t immune to tooth trouble. 
Recent analysis of a megalodon (Otodus megalodon) tooth with a rare abnormality — a groove all the way down the middle — hints that the dental deformity may trace its roots to an injury to the giant shark’s jaw, perhaps caused by prey that fought back. In an illustration showing one possible encounter, a fish pierces the pursuing predator’s jaw with its sharp bill, which may have set the stage for the megalodon growing a split tooth. 
Another possibility is that the big shark was impaled by a spine from a stingray, scientists wrote in a new study.
In humans and other mammals, genetic factors, disease or injury can sometimes affect tooth buds and cause a dental abnormality known as “double tooth pathology,” in which a single tooth grows with a split running lengthwise down the center, the study authors wrote. Such teeth can represent two tooth buds that combined to form one tooth, a process known as fusion, or a single tooth bud that divided, known as gemination. However, little is known about this pathology in sharks. 
For the study, researchers analyzed a 4-inch (10-centimeters) long split megalodon tooth alongside split fossil teeth from other sharks, to determine what may have caused the deformities. The scientists concluded that a traumatic injury was the most likely cause of the prehistoric split teeth, and the encounter that damaged the megalodon tooth may have affected how the shark hunted and fed.
Related: Biggest sharks in the world
Megalodon was one of the biggest predators that ever lived, measuring at least 50 feet (15 meters) long and as much as 65 feet (20 m) long by some estimates, Live Science previously reported. To put that into perspective, modern great white sharks (Carcharodon carcharias) typically grow to be no more than 20 feet (6 m) long. 
Though the megalodon thriller “The Meg” (Warner Bros Pictures, 2018) proposed that solitary megalodons could still lurk in the ocean depths, most megalodon fossils date to around 15 million years ago, and all evidence of the giant sharks vanished from the fossil record after they went extinct, about 2.6 million years ago.
Sharks have skeletons made of cartilage, which isn’t as robust as bone and typically doesn’t fossilize well, so most of the megalodon fossils that survive to the present are teeth. Like modern sharks, megalodon was constantly losing teeth and growing new ones, with a constantly regenerating supply stored in its jaws. Thanks to this so-called tooth conveyer belt, some sharks can lose and replace tens of thousands of teeth over the course of their lifetimes, study co-author Haviv Avrahami, a doctoral candidate in the Department of Biological Sciences at North Carolina State University in Raleigh, told Live Science in an email.
“That’d be like us losing ~20 baby teeth every month,” Avrahami said.
Normal teeth next to deformed teeth from two shark species: extinct Otodus megalodon and Carcharhinus leucas, which is still around today. (Image credit: Matthew Zeher)
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To find out what might be at the root of the split megalodon tooth, the researchers pored over hundreds of fossil shark teeth in the collection of the North Carolina Museum of Natural Sciences in Raleigh. They found only two more examples of the unusual split-tooth deformity: two teeth from the bull shark Carcharhinus leucas, a species that lived alongside megalodon millions of years ago (but was much smaller, reaching a maximum body length of around 12 feet, or 3.7 m) and is still around today. 
They measured the deformed teeth alongside normal teeth from the two shark species, then conducted computed X-ray tomography, or CT scans, to map the pulp cavities in the bull shark teeth and the vascular networks inside the megalodon tooth and see how they may have developed. 
Their analysis suggested that gemination was likelier than fusion to have produced the double teeth, based on where the pulp cavities and networks split “and the lack of major root abnormalities” in all the double teeth, according to the study. The split teeth were also very symmetrical, which would not be the case if they formed from the fusion of two tooth buds in different developmental stages, the scientists reported.
The root of the matter
As for what may have caused the pathology, traumatic damage to the tooth bud from a stab wound is a more probable cause than disease or infection, which sharks typically shrug off, Avrahami explained. “Sharks are weird in that they seem to be particularly resistant to getting sick with infections,” he said. For that reason, “other tooth deformities in sharks are thought to be more likely due to trauma,” he added. Modern bull sharks are known to feed on spiky prey that can cause such injuries, including sawfish, rays and sea urchins, and while megalodon is thought to have preyed mostly on marine mammals — and perhaps fish and turtles — its diet may have been more diverse than expected, including sea life bearing pointy defensive weapons. 
With about 300 teeth in its mouth, the megalodon likely wasn’t too troubled by a single split tooth. But if its tooth bud had been injured by a barb or spine that then lodged in the big shark’s jaw, “it probably would have caused the animal a great deal of pain, possibly making it more difficult for it to hunt,” Avrahami noted.
The study’s closer look at megalodon teeth not only offers new insights into dental deformities in sharks; it also raises questions about how common double-tooth pathologies may have been in other animal lineages that also had continuous tooth replacement, such as dinosaurs (including toothed birds) and crocodilians, Avrahami said.
“I’ve seen a lot of hadrosaur teeth in my life, which are dinosaurs that also have extensive tooth battery conveyor belts, and not a single one had a double tooth look to it. Why??” he asked. “So, I really hope future researchers explore this more.”
The findings were published May 11 in the journal PeerJ (opens in new tab).
Originally published on Live Science.
New post published on: https://livescience.tech/2022/06/02/what-caused-this-massive-megalodons-mega-toothache/
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vilaspatelvlogs · 3 years
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kingkatsuki · 2 years
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OMDL Jo, jo! (May i call ya Jo? Or queen Bakugo? Lmk what to call you) i just watched this youtube video on how to crochet the most ADORABLE tricerotops and thats has given me this rent free thought.
We all know kiri be most attentive, overprotective husband to a pregnant reader. Now, picture this: pregnant reader, a now stay-at-home wife and maybe like 6-7 months preggo. One day she's just bored out of her mind, having finished cleaning the house against her husband's wishes cause lets face it, he's the sweetest, dorkiest worrywort, and so she goes on YouTube and sees a video on how to crochet the cutest tricerotops and she just squeals. Knowing her husband wont be home until later, she goes to the store to buy all necessary supplies- different colored yarn, a crochet needle, etc, and before she makes the drive home and decides to call dear kiri to what he wants for dinner and when he finds out she's out and about outside the safety of their home, worried, panicked husband mode engaged and he legitimately RUNS to her location, dont matter if she's a hundred blocks away, he's ditching a screaming bakugou during patrol and is there in a matter of minutes.
As soon as he sees her, he's frantically patting down her body in search for any kinds of injuries and when there's none, thats when he sighs in relief. So they go about getting some snacks and dinner for later that night and he drives reader home, no but's, or's and if's you're not lifting a finger while in his presence, he's bringing in all grocery bags and then goes back to a fuming bakugou with a sweet kiss on the lips. Then when the coast's clear, reader starts her plan. Of course doing something like crochet for the first time will take lots of practice and patience, but of course reader is DETERMINED to make the cute mini dino plushie for their unborn child, no matter how her hormones get her frustrated and angry with it, she is GOING to make it if its the last thing she ever did.
And at last, all her hard work pays off! Theres a cute little dino plushie sitting in her hand. And of course the first thing she does is show her husband as soon as he's home from hero work.
And imagining kiri's cute reaction to it just makes my heart squeeze, he'll get all teary eyed and has that sunshine smile at the cute stuffed animal and hugs his wife. Then he makes a request that she make him one for a keychain and you know reader will be looking up a cute shark for the shark man himself.
And just his reaction to the mini red shark with his signature safeguard just sends his heart a flutter and he's kissing and praising his sweet wife. The next day you'll see that he has a hard time deciding to put it on his key ring or on his phone, like its just so cute and its like a little reminder of you and he wants it with him at all times, so he just ties it up on his hero belt to keep it close and asks you to make some more to put on his phone and key ring and he just loves it so much that he decides to sit with you and try to crochet a lil cute animal with you but it comes out a little deformed but you love it no matter what and you ask him to get you a little display case for all the crochets that he tries his best making for you.
Omg idk if this is weird, but just imagining his cute, wholesome reactions to the little crochet plushie just gets me all warm and fuzzy inside.
And imagine when he sees his lil baby playing with all the crochet plushies you made them? :'(( telling you, baby dont want any other toy
Thats all, ty for your time and letting me share this ❤
Ahhh what a cute thing to wake up to!! This is so adorable🥺and I love the bit about screaming Bakugou😂💕
I can 100% imagine Kiri making you stop working while you’re pregnant because he’s terrified a villain while use the excuse to his advantage and grab Red Riots first unborn🥺
So you agree but it’s so boring at home alone all day you have to find things to do right??
He’d be so in awe of you😭
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kittiestkat · 3 years
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from my old blog !
dark content | (dub/noncon)
“that’s right baby, lick it up. lick it all up. not a drop left, you hear me, slut?”
you weren’t sure how you ended up in this situation. what bad deed you did for karma to bite you in the ass this badly.
the only thing you did know was that the tangy taste of cum, cold and pulpy, was making you want to gag.
the bullying started off as innocent. little bickers and spats at you. then it got more intense. name calling, stealing, deformation of your school stuff. but none of you expected it to get physical.
it started off with hair pulling, little pinches. cute shit, right? then the gentle brushes began. slight taps to the ass that could be passed of as mere delusions from your part. they were pulling you apart, tearing you to shreds then stitching you back together and labelling you as insane.
you were not crazy.
“look at these, never expected a prude like you to own something like this.” the raven haired person you despised so much was swinging a black pair of panties round his finger like some measly keys!
a low whistle came from his amber eyed friend from beside you.
“so dirty." he whispers, mouth by the shell of your ear, causing an unwanted shiver to rack through your body, earning a laugh from both boys.
“so dirty, yet so innocent.” dabi laughs, throwing your pants to keigo who dangled them above your head, laughing at your measly attempts to grab the offending item.
chucking them back to dabi, the two play catch with your underwear likes it's just some ball.
that's until keigo lifts your skirt, growling at the sight.
“yo dabi,” he smiles, a grin laced with venom “check it out.”
dabi circles round you, a shark with cerulean eyes sizing up his pray. your back feels warm from the predatory gaze as they both laugh, hand your my back, forcing you to comply.
a cool, slim finger strokes over you.
“no panties, hmm?” the finger that collects my arousal, plunges into your drooling pussy earning a whimper from you.
“no fucking pants.” keigo restates, amplifying your embarrassment. suddenly your pushed on the bed, skirt rising and falling softly. the faint sounds of belts tinkling, and dropping to the ground create tears that slowly fall from your eyes.
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“that’s right baby, lick it up. lick it all up. not a drop left, you hear me, slut?” dabi laughs, boot pressing down on your back as keigo lifts up your head by your curls to smile at you before pushing you face into the white splotch on the floor.
“good girl, slurp it allllll, there you go.” the taste is rancid, dust mixing in with the goopy stuff. when most of the cum had dissipated from the floor and into your belly, the boys laugh, grinning and letting go.
“see that wasn’t so hard, huh?” the blonde pats the soft of your cheek, shaking his head as if you had no other option to agree with him.
“answer when you’re spoken to, doll.” dabi growls.
“no.”
“no what, baby bird?”
“no, it wasn’t bad, thankyou”
smiling, he pats your cheek once more before standing, finally leaving your exposed, shaking frame alone. the two high five, laughing at you again. the humiliation grows unbearable.
“and oh yeah, doll.” your eyes flicker, albeit eyesight blurry, to his as he pinches your cheeks together.
“thanks for these.” the raven haired, smiles, holding up your pants.
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karasunology · 4 years
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⸙ ˚₊ ➷ MIYA ATSUMU BEING A DAD HEADCANONS ! ❞
✎ . . . all those dad headcanons are making me so SOFT 🥺✨🥺 do you think you could make some for kuroo, akaashi and atsumu as dads if u haven’t done them already??
❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞
-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ miya atsumu <3
[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]
✎ . . . DAD HEADCANONS.
[ SUGAWARA KOUSHI & OIKAWA VERSION. ] [ BOKUTO KOUTARO VERSION. ] [ KUROO TETSUROU & KOZUME KENMA VERSION. ] [ IWAIZUMI HAJIME. ]
-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-
[ 📼 ] . . . hi bubs!! hopefully you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing them at 12 am <3 kuroo's will be uploaded tomorrow along with kenma, while akaashi's the day day after; hope it's alright with you👉👈
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MIYA ATSUMU.
➜ atsumu was scared, he really was; he already had his life planned out for him; getting into a good division 1 volleyball team, a good relationship with his brother and a great girlfriend that has supported him though and through ─ especially at volleyball.
➜ but getting you pregnant at the ripe age of 24 was not part of his plans
➜ don't get him wrong, mf loves you ─ like a lot, but atsumu was well, terrified
➜ he really should have wrapped his willy
➜ he wasn't even the best boyfriend, how could he even be a good father ? but nevertheless, he wanted to start a family with you; even if it was unexpected.
➜ he was a perfectionist, it could be seen with how badly he exhausted and beats himself up with his tosses ─ but atsumu would never let him treat his children like they're a mistake
➜ getting through your first pregnancy had a rough start for the journey, atsumu doesn't know  s h i t  about being pregnant
➜ all he knows is HOW you got pregnant um chile😳🔞
➜ but of course, being a loving boyfriend he is, he tried learning the basics as fast as he can just to show his support to you ─ he'd go out every night just to buy something to satisfy your obscure cravings, would try and message your ankles whenever it would get swolen & he even asks for hinata's help because sure enough, bb boy's got a lot of knowledge after taking care of natsu
➜ but of course ─ we're all just humans anyway, every now and then, he'd get doubtful ─ was he even going to be a good dad? will he even be able to support his children even if he has volleyball work to be done?
➜ just like the first person he talked to after finding out that you're pregnant, he once again talked his feelings out to osamu
“ and to think that i thought that i will have a better and happier life than yo ─ ah! ”
“ ─ don't say that as if y/n being pregnant is a burden, are you fucking dumb because i will literally shove this freshly hot onigiri DOWN your pants. ” osamu hits atsumu on the back of his head before continuing.
“ you may not have the best circumstances right now, but i know you'll be a good father. ”
➜ and so he did, he really became a good father. right after your twins ─ aito and akio were born, atsumu would always have a schedule on his day to be with you guys
➜ promising to himself that he would always be apart of his sons' life
➜ he bathes them, he would always create weird depictions of a shark with bubbles on top of aito's hair and a deformed volleyball on akio's
➜ he'd also feed them and they would always fall for the airplane trick ─ though, they actually prefered you feeding them as they are a mama's boys
➜ they got his dad's adoration towards you, so the three would usually fighting for you; but of course if you picked anyone from them, the other two would be upset
“ aito baby of course it's you ” your were guilty, victimized by his glossy puppy eyes as the two other boys puffed out their cheeks, eyebrows furrowed
➜ atsumu & akio : soMEBODY LIED TO HIM SEVERAL TIMES AND TOLD HIM THAT HE WAS FLY, HOT, SEXY AND BEAUTIFUL BUT HE'S NOTHING LIKE THAT, HE'S NOTHING OF THAT SORT😡👊
➜ he loves his sons and all, but he would never let him hand you over to them
➜ he also doesn't take care of their diapers, mama that is all on YOU
➜ and right after your twin boys turned two, he decided he wanted another one
➜ having strong genes, he got you pregnant in an INSTANT ─ but with twin daughters this time 🤪
➜ after bringing nari and natsuki to the world, you bet they got atsumu wrapped around their little chubby fingers
➜ while aito was a sweet, animal loving son that rarely cried when he was a baby, akio was a picky yet bright child ─ a smartass, you would like to say, always finding ways on being a little sly mf
➜ the two resembling a bit more of you yet has their father's hair and eyes
➜ on the other hand with your twin daughters, nari had both inherited his dad's attitude and a bit of her uncle aswell. and with natsuki, she was a very peaceful child as well, prefers you over her dad while nari prefers her dad
➜ the two, taking in more of their dad's appearance but have your hair
➜ atsumu would ALWAYS try and dress up your kids the same style he used to pair with osamu, would either pair by twin, or girl and boy.
➜ reminds him of the 'old days'
➜ sir, you're barely even thirty, sit DOWN
➜ after a few months on giving birth to your daughters, you guys got married with both your daughters as flower girls and your two sons as wing bearers
➜ the afterparty was WILD
➜ hinata running around with akio on his shoulder, osamu having a staring competition with nari because?? why dafuq does uncle look so much like dad and why do i kinda look like him??
➜ sakusa taking a liking towards aito as they LOWKEY TALK SHlT ABOUT HIS FATHER LMAO
➜ natsuki being in your arms because bb girl just loves you a lot and not to say you have favourites but ,,
➜ by the end of the afterparty, nari almost drank her father's wine, akio and aito were dead asleep in their father's arms while natsuki was still side awake wondering wtf happened
➜ the type of father that curses around his kids and would always be the first suspect whenever you hear nari and akio repeat them countless of times
“ fuck ” your head whipped around to scold atsumu for saying such language in front of your kids, but got caught off by nari saying it as well
“ hngg fuck! ” your daughter giggled saying it countless of times as you watched in horror when she made akio do it as well
“ oh my god nari, honey, no ─ ”
“ uhh . . fuck?" akio looked at his baby sister, raising an eyebrow as atsumu was dying of laughter nodding his head as you keep hitting his shoulder
“ yes, fuck ” making them laugh as they thought they really did something
➜ as i said it in my older brother headcanons, atsumu is actually kinda good at baking; while osamu's speciality was at cooking
➜ being a daddy's girl and apprentice, if she wasn't trying to learn volleyball from her dad, nari would always be baking in the kitchen with atsumu ─ fascinated with everything her dad does, nodding intently at everything he says as they bith wear matching aprons that say “bad bitches bake”
➜ they make the BEST GOODS Y'ALL, their chocolate cookies were impeccable along with their brownies
➜ the four kids would usually play volleyball with their dad whenever he wasn't busy, atsumu would teach them all how to do an arm breaking serve to akio and nari since they both wanted to be an ace, setting to natsuki and receiving with aito since he stated he wanted to be a libero because their uniforms hit different LMAOO
➜ of course they're not the same words he used though
➜ also if they ever played volleyball, expect to have another kid in the backyard because as osamu said; atsumu's mental age drops down to 5 years old while on the court
➜ NGL HE'D GET COMPETITIVE WITH NATSUKI BECAUSE YOU KNOW, SETTER TINGZ✨😍
➜ and he knew damn well natsuki just wanted to gain your attention and praises
➜ atsumu is the type of father that would be so proud if one of his children ever memorizes one of niki minaj's rap
➜ like imagine walking into your husband, trying to teach his kids one of the lines from STARSHIPS by niki??? LMAOO
➜ HE'D BEAT BOX ALONG WITH THEM
➜ as they grew up, their bond has never been more stronger, weekly volleyball practices with their dad & occasionally with his team, while you also sometimes joined in
➜ school was natsuki and aito's top priority though while to nari and akio was volleyball
➜ sometimes nari and natsuki really present their dad whenever they get too hard on themselves, either on studying, or volleyball
➜ also going to their father's games & probably half of the time skip school?? HAPPENS MORE THAN YOU THINK SHHJKTSA
➜ anyways, overall, even if your first pregnancy was a total shock to both you and atsumu ─ unexpected and all, but you guys wouldn't want anything else from the world, as you guys believed it all happened for a reason and your beliefs did not falter when you guys saw how everything just falls right back onto the right places in the end
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mytanuki-kun · 2 years
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Your stuff is honestly motivating me to write some of my own drabbles. Kisame is definitely on my list, I love daddy shark. (Though to be honest Kakashi is king as far as my Naruto simping goes). Do you have any Naruto OC's by any chance? It would certainly be interesting to see.
AHHH yesss!!! pls do!! more kisame love is defo needed in the world and anyone else tbh!!!
awww no one has ever asked 🥺 i keep them close cause my naruto oc's have been around since i was a kid and they grew up with me yknow??
my main one is called Shizuka and she's basically Orochimaru's daughter. Basically, he got hella infatuated with a pretty lady he saw one time (I'm wrote this when i was 14 y'all 😭 don't judge me! i think i have the notebooks tucked away somewhere) so he kidnaps the woman to keep around cause Orochi is convinced he's in love with her (thank god my child brain was like nah this man will never put his penis inside a vagina─ he will concoct this child in a tube) so he cooks up a baby with his DNA and his lovely (captive) bride with some extra bits he includes to make them strong but he's not satisfied with how she comes out.
Shizuka is born with a slight deformity, her left arm is scaly and white like a snake which is a stark contrast compared to her brown skin. Her arm is hella sensitive so for the longest time it goes unused/untrained because she can barely carry a bag before her muscles start to ache. Until she goes through her first adult moult (kinda like puberty/her first period) and she discovers that she can excrete venom from her palm. She can paralyse someone with one touch so she usually wears long gloves. Her hair has streaks of white, her eyes are sort of reptilian with two sets of eyelids. Orochimaru unknowingly gave her a kekkei genkai and she can change her eyes like to night vision or x-ray. It's sort of unsettling when she's a child but soon she learns how to control it and make her eyes look normal during the day to day shit.
there's so much i could say about Shizuka haha but eventually she finds herself as an excellent lil spy for hire. She's playful, a little sadistic but in a i love it when you cry sort of way, short temper when she doesn't get her way but mostly likes to have a little fun and make friends ;)
she's my main oc and i change her relationship with her dad depending if I'm in a Gaara mood or Akatsuki mood. Like if her s/o is Gaara (which is the reason why i created her so it usually is) then Orochimaru raised her n set her loose in the chunin exams and the two lil demons met haha but if the s/o isn't Gaara then Orochi dumped Shizuka and her mother as soon as he saw her deformity cause he deemed it ugly/imperfect unknowing of her abilities so she sets out to find/kill him and eventually sides with the Akatsuki when she bumps into the zombie boys during a mission and they offer her a position.
I have a civilian oc named Kiko who is a huge slut and i basically just imagine her getting ran through by my faves lmaoooo shes a cute baker with a pretty smile and a fat ass and she has no thoughts in that pretty lil head only ;)
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🐟🐠 Merman Thomas HCs 🐠🐟
Y’all asked for it, so here it is. These are just some of my own ideas. :)
Thomas is a type of oceanic merman - different than his adoptive family. Because of this, he is much larger, has sharper and longer claws, and all of his teeth are pointed. They can also regrow, like a shark’s.
He is also biologically solitary, like most oceanic merfolk, and prefers to be by himself. However, his love for his family keeps him from leaving for too long.
His family members are biologically social merfolk, hailing from coral reefs and shallower waters.
It was Luda’s adoption of Thomas, a clearly stronger, more aggressive variety of merperson, that caused the family to be avoided by the other reef merfolk.
Thomas is also euryhaline, which is extremely uncharacteristic of an oceanic merperson, suggesting he has at least one recent freshwater ancestor.
Because of his ability to adapt to freshwater, Thomas swims to rivers and lakes to have alone time on occasion. Traveling through rivers, however, can be a bit risky at times, given his large size, so his family actively discourages it.
His family members also can not follow him to freshwater areas for long, or else they will get sick.
Like all merfolk, he is technically omnivorous. But due to his evolution and size, he primarily eats meat (bones included).
The rest of the family has a more balanced diet.
Healthy merfolk do not shed scales, but Thomas does due to a skin deformity. It is considered an undesirable trait, since it generally only happens from diseases or malnutrition. He is very self conscious about it.
Like most merpeople, Thomas also has an inner eyelid that covers his eyes during battles, or hunts if his prey puts up a pretty good fight.
He can withstand higher water pressures than his family, but avoids waters that are too deep and dark. Better to avoid the ruthless deep sea merfolk, when possible.
All merpeople have the ability to use echolocation through their nasal passages (like dolphins). But due to his facial deformities, Thomas can not. He can still hiss though, similarly to a crocodile.
Thomas, is warm blooded, and can keep himself warm in extremely cold temperatures. However, after living with his adoptive family, who are cold blooded, he has grown used to warmer waters.
Thomas’ tail is a single dark blue color most of the year. However, during spring his scales turn brighter shades of blue, purple, and green. This happens to most merpeople.
His jaw can technically unhinge, but his mask limits his mobility.
Some merfolk have gills at the sides of their neck, but Thomas’ gills are along the sides of his torso. They’ve also got scales all around them, as protection.
He can easily scare off most predators, such as sharks and orcas. While he can’t echolocate, he can growl, which combined with his appearance wards them off.
However, he can not scare off squids. Another reason to avoid the deeper waters...
He’s terrified of Flounder. He just thinks they’re creepy.
He loves sea turtles, and helps the babies if he sees them struggling.
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The new boy in town.
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Chapter 2
CW: body-shaming/ insults, discrimination/ dehumanization of mutants, an insect gets hurt, a nearly fistfight ensues
Heat thrummed through Gideon’s bones and throbbed in unison with his building headache. His patience had shriveled up like dried fruit under the torrid summer sun while this horrible lavender scent clung to his hair,  his skin, his clothes, making him dizzy.
It became stronger on the village outskirts, Gideon realized as he hurried after Director Sahin. The man ascended the crooked stone staircase effortlessly, his moss-green robe billowing behind him. His artfully decorated spear swayed with every step he took, not brushing a single leave. The only thing rustling through the underbrush was the wind and the creatures living there.
A twig caught in Gideon’s black curls, while the Director rambled on about the virtues of disciplinary work. How it encouraged the growth of one’s character, or some shit. The twig broke off with a quiet snap, painfully pulling at his scalp. Gideon’s mood dropped even lower. It was going to be a nightmare to fiddle all those shitty branches and leaves out of his hair later on.
He was seconds away from losing his barely-held composure. 
The only thing keeping him from bursting at the seams was the promise he’d whispered into his brother's grave, a last farewell bedded beside a corpse. 
Gideon had come to this godforsaken village to learn how to fight and survive in the forest, not to become some obedient little soldier boy! But in order to do that, he had to get cleared for training again and out of suspension.
If he had to play the director’s errand boy for a day to achieve that, so be it. He had endured worse.  
“Haaah, here we are.” Director Sahin inhaled deeply, arms falling wide. “Finally. My dear friend’s farm. Tell me, young Gideon, is it not simply beautiful?”
Gideon shrugged. “‘S’ okay.”
Granted, the house did look cozy, resting encircled by giant roots with its warm brick walls, but those gigantic snails everywhere sent a shudder down his spine. If he had to touch those slimy monsters he-
The farm’s sliding doors opened before he could utter a protest, and a fine-boned, middle aged woman emerged, followed by a huge man with a greying beard.  A boy, probably his own age but significantly shorter, held the door open for them.
The older woman’s lips curled into a crooked smile as she caught sight of Director Sahin, whose whole face had lit up. Dark eyes shining. 
“Moira. My darling. Please do not tell me you are about to leave? Not when I looked forward to seeing your beautiful face again.”
Gideon suppressed a gag. Moira crossed her arms, smile growing sharper. Her eyes held a warm twinkle as she spoke. “Eric; charming as ever.”
The man behind her stepped closer and huffed:  “M happy ‘ter see ya too, Eric.”
“Oh Ansgar you flatter me. But I must confess, I am not here solely for tea and a chat-“
The Director rattled on and Gideon’s focus wandered to the girl that had stepped out the door behind a blonde woman. A fancy grey blouse hung off her thin shoulders, nearly covering the  lace trim of blue silk short. A stark contrast to the more practical attire favored by most villagers. But that wasn’t what caught Gideon’s attention, no, he had seen all sorts of fancy getups up in Berlin -in the city's upper ring that is- what drew his eyes to her, was her face.
Its left side was oddly deformed, her pale skin uneven like a creased silk sheet, drawing her left eye down and her full lips up. She mouthed something to the boy, smiling, earning a smile from him in turn.
“Ah yes may I introduce: Gideon, my newest student.”
Having lost most of the adults’ conversation Gideon tuned back in just in time, to give them a curt nod.
“I will send him to collect the salve after the feast, then,” Director Sahin announced, please as can be. 
“Wonderful.” Moira clapped her hands. All back to business brusqueness.  “Sahar will appreciate not having to deliver it for once. Right?”
The other boy snapped to attention, green eyes wide and fingers twitching like the hands of a pianist. A grateful smile rose to his face and he nodded.
Oh great, so Gideon had to take the trip up here twice. 
They descended the stairs, lined up one after another on the narrow path. Sahar right in front of him, following the strange girl. He had avoided Gideon’s eyes as he squeezed past him, careful not to touch, probably scared off by his uniform. The school’s emblem, embroidered on his stainless white shirt, proudly declared him a scout in training. Deadly. Fearless. The little farm boy definitely did better not to mess with an insect slayer like him.
The girl came to an abrupt halt, frozen in the woodland’s shadows before it gave way to the dusty hill road. Gideon nearly collided with Sahar, when he heard it.
A primal, bone chilling hiss tore through the hot afternoon air, rattling through his very core. 
Every hair on his body stood, muscles tensing, on edge just like his fraying nerves. 
He knew that sound. 
Even though he’d heard it only once before. On the crusade from last-stand-berlin to the village, where he had seen the beast it belonged to lurk on the riverside, watching them.
He would never forget a spider’s hiss. 
And there one stood, right in front of him, its eight thorny legs towering high above its ugly head. The spider’s giant yaws worked, rubbed against each other in agitation. Its razor sharp fangs glistened in the sun.
A man sat atop its massive, hairy body, scar-faced and clad in a straw cape that was fastened to a beetle’s shell armoring his left shoulder. Shimmering in iridescent hues of blue and green. The man did not smile as he glanced down at them. A silent challenge was edged in the hard lines of his rugged face.
Tense static filled the air, an almost tangible thing that bit at Gideons fingers. It wormed its way into his bones, crawled over his scalp.  
He almost, almost, flinched when Director Sahin shouldered past him, spear drawn and followed by the other man. Both planted themselves right in front of him and the others.
The intruder’s scar stretched with the rise of his eyebrows, eyes slitting in a lazy half-grin.
 “Hey, there. Hold your horses. Before someone does something he regrets later.”
“That a threat?” Ansgar grunted.
Moira ducked past him, face twisted in a furious scowl as she spit. “Oh, something other than entering our village on a damn wolf-spider you mean?!”
The corded muscle in her boney arm flexed as she shook her fist at the man, unveiling a wrath behind her primly dressed form that no one would have wanted to fall victim to.
He, however, just leaned closer, smile stretching into a shark-tooth grin. “Gutsy, are we? I like that.”
Director Sahim stepped up beside her, spear held in a steady grip. “How could you make it past our InD-Units with this monstrosity?! God show you mercy if you did something to-”
“What do you think I am?!” the intruder drawled, hands raised in mock offense. “A monster?! Only reason I got past your insect defenses was this baby here.”
Gideon had to stand on his tiptoes to catch a glance of the small round device that sat embedded into the spider’s head, partly hidden by the man’s straw cape. A little red light blinked in a steady rhythm above three buttons, which the man was careful not to touch as he rapped his knuckles against it. 
“Renders her absolutely obedient. All natural instinct turned off. See?”
He unsheathed a knife from a holster strapped around his leg and its steel blade shimmered in the sun before he rammed it in one of the spider’s eyes, plopping it out with a nauseating plitch. The spider endured its master’s violation in utter stillness, only its yaws twitched, creating this awful hiss in their never ceasing movement.
 “She’s docile as a lamb.”
“And how exactly is that supposed to work?” the girl inquired, meeting the man’s stare with a calculated cold composure. She ignored the incredulous look the blonde woman gave her, as she mouthed: “Charlotte, what are you doing?”
The intruder's mouth twitched.
“Man, what do I know, Missy?! I’m a mutant hunter not a scientist.” He leaned closer, eyes narrowed, fixed on the girl's deformed face. Venom spiked his words, dripped from his tongue like acid. “My expertise lies in chasing down freaks.”
The condescendingly cruel way in which he spoke, wielding words like a weapon meant to pierce and twist where it hurt most, reminded Gideon oddly of his father. Anger welled up in his chest, buzzed down his legs and made them move. He planted himself right between the girl and the intruder.
How dare he compare someone to mutant scum?!
“Tsk. Mutant hunter?! You’ve ever even seen one? Or are you just talk? Threatening girls?!”
“Gideon.”, Director Sahim hissed, squeezing Gideon’s shoulder in warning as he tried to pull him back. 
The man gave them a wry smile. “No no. Let’s hear him out. Have you ever seen one boy?”
“Yes.” Gideon spat, unable to reign his emotions back in. “They’re hideous monstrosities.  And I’m going to find and kill every single one of them.”
The man burst into violent laughter, shoulders shaking and head thrown back, nearly losing his balance under the force of it.
“You do have guts, I give you that. But also lots to learn. Do you really think a girl can’t be a mutant? Monster’s come in all shapes and sizes, boy.” His eyes wandered back to Charlotte.  “Just ugly, that’s the whole lot of them.`` 
The blonde woman gasped, searching for words to shoot back, but falling silent as she noticed Charlotte’s expression. 
Red blotches burned on her face, rage twisting it into a vicious scowl. The afternoon sun set her copper curls on fire. Ready to spew fury and flames, she opened her mouth but Sahar was faster, his small voice piping up.
“Char- Charlotte is… is no- no mutant and and and she’s neither ugly nor weak. And and and people who talk about, talk about killing others for no- no, no reason are… They’re the- the real monsters.”  
His fingers fiddled with his shorts, tapping and twisting in the dark, worn linen as he stumbled over his words. His big green eyes jumped from the rocky street to the spider’s fangs, lingered on the intruder’s face before landing on Gideon. They narrowed as he all but spat the last words in Gideon’s face.  
“The hell you just said?!” Gideon’s nostrils flared. How dare this little runt run his mouth about things he didn’t know shit about!
Crossing his arms, Sahar forced himself to hold his ground against Gideon’s furious, wide eyed stare.  “You you, you heard me.”
Gideon heart hammered in his throat, pumping liquefied fire through his veins. His hands twitched.
“I give you one chance to take. That. Back.”
The boy’s trembling fingers dug into his forearms, knuckles whitening as he lifted his chin.
 “Never.”
A roar tore from Gideon’s throat as he leapt forward. Rage burned through him like a wildfire, ready to ignite everything his fist would come in contact with.
Beating the selfritousnes out of that stupid stammering farmboy was the only thing that mattered now. Everything else blurred to background noise. Even the stranger on his shitty spider. 
In that frozen second between charge and impact, Sahar’s  feet moved. His body tilted to the side. Dodged Gideon’s blow. Effortlessly. He bounced back. Landed on the first stone step and uncrossed his arms. Ready to defend himself. His fingers had stopped twitching.
That little runt had nerves! 
Gideon broke into a sprint.
“You sure are good at dodging!” He swung his arm back. “Try to handle this!”
Muscles flexing Gideon readied for impact, only for his arm to be janked back. A  large hand had wrapped around his wrist. Stopped him mid punch.  Craning his neck, Gideon stared up into Ansgar’s stern face.
Fuck he’s fast?! 
“Looks like ya still got lots t’ learn about respect ‘n self-discipline, young man.”
Director Sahin sighed, eyes still locked on the intruder, who watched the spectacle with a lazy kind of interest.
Ansgar released Gideon’s hand and turned to Sahar. His grey eyes glistened like ice shards. “Same goes for you. Ya disappointed me, Sahar.”
Sahar blinked up at the man, eyes round and full of disbelief.
“Wh-what- what, what do you, do do do do- what do you  mean?”
“I haven’t trained ya to run off ‘n start mindless fights. I tried to teach ya discipline ‘n how to survive these woods.” Ansgar’s voice did not waver and every word made Sahar shrink into himself. His fingers tapped a hectic distorted rhythm over his leg
The intruder snickered, “someone’s a stuck up,” earning Moira’s venomous glare. 
“But- but I didn’t- he he he he he was, he was the one who-“
“Enough,” Ansgar thundered. “Don’t argue with me. If ya want a beatin’ so bad I’ll give ya one later. And now back t’ the farm. Ya grounded for the week. No fest. No nothin’!”
Sahar crumbled under the man’s anger, head ducked between his shoulders as the first teardrop fell. It trickled down his trembling jaw, painting a glistening path on his warm skin.
Voice reduced to a shaky exhale Sahar nodded,  “yes, sir.”, and stormed up the stairs.
He had just vanished between the thick bushes, when the intruder broke out into a new laughing fit.
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raidbossmadi · 3 years
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PLU: Flights of Fancy
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The first time she flew Tyreen was alone. Out in the harsh Necrotafeyan landscape, normally Troy would be here as they tried to find solace away from the oppressive atmosphere of their home with their father. However Troy was unwell and that was all the more reason Tyreen had needed to vacate the premises. The walls had been closing in one her but now as she stood on the edge of a cliff a faint urge tickled at the back of her mind.
Take the leap. Claim what is yours. You yearn for it.
The words were simultaneously hers and not, but the urge soon grew to be unbearable. She looked down into the valley below, to the hard unforgiving ground that would be her doom should this urge lead her astray. Tyreen waited until she could not contain the urge any longer like an itch begging to be scratched, she hurled herself off the cliff into oblivion’s embrace.
The fall never came though. In the split second between leaving the ground and the tug of gravity her body responded in kind. Large bat-like wings of glowing purple energy coalesced from her back and held her aloft. It was like breathing, she barely had to think about it to keep aloft. It was like speaking a language you didn’t realize you knew, she could understand how to navigate the air currents.
She spent the better part of the afternoon practicing maneuvers and dives. It was a rush she had previously thought she could only get from leeching other creatures but this, this was so much more than that.
She wanted to go home and tell Troy about it but the voice in the back of her mind nagged. He wouldn’t understand. He worries so much, he’d probably tell me never to do it again.
Maybe Troy didn’t have to know just yet. Anyway it would give her time to practice some cool tricks before she showed Troy her wings.
It ended up not coming up. Not til a cool breeze blew across the harsh Pandoran desert as the twilight kissed the sky.
The twins giggled like they were children again as they ran out the back exit of the Cathedral. One day this space would be filled with altars of devotion but for now the Cathedral was in its infancy and such designs were merely blueprints in their minds.
They had stopped halfway between the cliff side and cathedral for Troy to catch his breath. The air growing ever cooler in the shadow of the monolithic building.
“It’s crazy how liveable this planet becomes at night. I don’t understand how the clans manage it during the day.” Troy remarks between heaving wheezes, he may have pushed himself too hard but the exhilaration of getting out of the stuffy building was worth it.
“Probably because they aren’t spoiled little brats like us from a low light planet.” Tyreen teases bouncing on her heels unable to stay still in the moment, she wonders if this is how it feels to be a shark, to be so full of energy you cannot stop. Her eyes trail over to the cliff and she makes a plan her body automatically agrees to act on.
She grabs his hand and pulls him to his feet. “Vamos, hermano.”
“T-Tyreen?” He doesn’t have time to ask more as they continue a full sprint forward. He feels something tense the pit of his stomach as Tyreen pulls him closer and closer to the precipice. If she’s about to do what he thinks she’s about to do there’s very little time to come up with a plan of action.
“Don’t worry Troy this is gonna be cool.” She says between giggling as the edge nears.
He calculates just where he would need to dig his heels in to prevent tipping over the edge but just before he does Tyreen let’s go. She launches herself over the cliff side.
“Tyreen no!” He grabs at the empty air where his sister just was. His balance thrown off by the sudden release he falls to the ground, tucking inward on instinct to protect his right side. He quickly scrambled to look over the edge expecting to see his sister's body dashed on the rocks below, feeling bile rising in his throat.
It was at that moment that the ringing in his ears cleared and he heard the telltale peals of laughter they could only belong to Tyreen. He willed himself to look up to find his sister hovering above him. Purple bat-like wings cut through the air with a low hum on the downwards stroke and Tyreen looked like the cat who’d eaten the canary.
“Ahahaha! It feels so good to be in the air. I haven’t gotten to stretch these babies in forever.” She did a midair twirl before landing back beside Troy, wings tucking agiasnt her back but not phasing out of existence. She offered him a hand up scrutinizing his face which had grown uncharacteristically pale.
“What’s the matter? You look like you saw a ghost.”
“That wasn’t very funny T-Tyreen! I th-thought you just jumped into oblivion, you know?” He hissed the last dredges of the setting sunlight catching as a glint in his golden fangs.
“Do you really think I’d off myself like that Troy? Do you think I’d off you like that?” She challenged, an eyebrow shooting up towards her hairline.
I don’t know what you were thinking to be honest!”
“What’s got you so wound up? Surely you have wings too! You're a siren too bro.”
He scoffed and turned away from her.
“Yeah well… I can’t fly Tyreen.”
“Have you ever tried?” She balked, surely she would know if he’d ever tried wouldn’t she? There was scarcely ever a time when they weren’t in close proximity while he messed with what little abilities he had.
A red glow cracked across the shadowed ground casting them both in its light. Troy’s back was still facing her and she took in the source of the light. Two skeletal wings attached at her brothers back, bathed in crackling red energy.
The left one a skeletal mirror of her own, the right however made her gasp in surprise as she registered it. It was incomplete, having no wing fingers save for a singular malformed thumb and its forearm was twisted painfully the wrong way on its deformed elbow. The wing hung off him like a broken tree branch twitching constantly. A surge of red crackling energy coalescing around it and it spasmed painfully.
“AGH F-FUCK!!” Troy pitched onto his knees, the wings dissipating into a cloud of red smoke as he wrapped his left hand over his right side massaging the painfully spasming muscles in his back.
Tyreen approached to help him but he swatted at her as she knelt beside him.
“Fuck off, Ty!”
She tries not to be offended knowing it’s the pain talking and not Troy. If she had known what was wrong with him she never would have pushed him that hard.
When the pain had gone from blinding to just an ever present throb in his back. He rose from the ground, he needed muscle relaxants, a hot bath, anything to help take his mind off the fresh pain. He couldn’t even bear the light pressure of his vest against his skin right now.
He began to walk away ignoring Tyreen’s pleas of apology. He ground his fangs together and had only a few parting words for her before he strode out of her earshot.
“I’m not a real siren, remember.”
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If you don't mind, what all is in your bone collection?
I should take inventory LOL
I'm not gonna list the feathers because there are so many. Over 100 and I'd have to sort through them to remember, but all the oddities are as follows:
Bones
Co.w spine
Coyo.te vertebrae, ribs, foot bones
Mi.nk skull
Squir.rel skull
Black be.ar skull
Half of a house ge.cko skeleton
River ott.er
Unknown li.zard (young bearded Dragon maybe)
Snake vertebrae, ribs
Hephaestus, the baby snake I lost earlier this year
Elk vertebra
A broken crystallized coy.ote skull
A hydro dipped coy.ote skull
Sna.ke skull
Mummifications
Mou.se
Cr.ab
Tiny, deformed red ear.ed sli.der
Sn.ake heart
Other ani.mal pieces:
Brain, staghorn? Coral
False water cob.ra shed
Adult Mexican black kingsn.ake shed
Shark tooth
A barnacle skeleton
Many sn.ail shells
Opihi shells
River tur.tle shell
Coy.ote eye wet specimen
Rh.ea, em.u, ostri.ch eggs
Fossils
Ammonite
Idk some trilobites fossils? my grandpa was really proud of, so I stole them from a box and kept them in his memory LOL
Other:
A chunk of obsidian
Weird square crystal my nephew gave me
Really cool clay snake
My favorite childhood toy horse
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tabloidtoc · 4 years
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National Enquirer, May 4
Cover: Bitter Prince Harry breaks with Prince William forever -- how Meghan Markle pulled strings and created a new royal crisis 
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Page 2: Brave but feeble-looking Alex Trebek was caught on camera taking out the trash at his Studio City digs 
Page 3: Brad Pitt is blowing big bucks on building a string of dream houses and his spendthrift ways are making ex Angelina Jolie blow her top -- Brad is planning on spending $100 million on projects he hope will provide for his future and that of the six kids he shares with Angie but Angie is hemorrhaging cash and wants the money now 
Page 4: Bruce Willis is hunkering down in quarantine with ex-wife Demi Moore and their daughters but while his current wife Emma Heming is publicly supportive of the bizarre arrangement but privately she’s seething because Bruce who is father to her two daughters has chosen his former family over theirs, Matt Lauer has found love again but his girlfriend Shamin Abas’ pals are alarmed he’ll cheat on her just like he did with ex-wife
Page 5: Caring boss Blake Shelton has been forced to close his restaurants and cancel the bands booked to play there but he’s still paying his staff 
Page 6: The crumbling Playboy Mansion is getting a much-needed facelift by new owner billionaire beer baron Daren Metropoulos 
Page 7: Chip and Joanna Gaines turned their “Fixer Upper” houses into rustic masterpieces but now homeowners are struggling to turn a profit when they try to sell 
Page 8: Shark Tank secrets and scandals -- Daymond John, Barbara Corcoran, Mark Cuban 
Page 9: Kevin O’Leary, Robert Herjavec, Lori Greiner 
Page 10: Hot Shots -- Kate Hudson and baby daddy Danny Fujikawa took baby Rani Rose for a walk, Chris Martin on a bike
Page 11: Ana de Armas is the apple of Ben Affleck’s eye but if she wants to stick around she’ll need to impress someone else -- his mom, Tara Reid has cut off contacts with pals triggering worries about her state of mind 
Page 12: Straight Shuter -- Motormouth Miley Cyrus is set to become TV’s next gabfest queen and plans to kick Kelly Clarkson to the curb, Hoda Kotb and her partner Joel Schiffman are refusing to give up on their fairy-tale destination wedding in the early fall -- they insist the Mexican marriage is still a go, with concerts on pause for now no one’s been hit harder than Cher who’s worrying she’ll never tour again, former Housewife Bethenny Frankel’s mistake was making her boss Andy Cohen see red because Andy holds a grudge and Bethenny will never be invited back 
Page 13: New mom Cameron Diaz loves unwinding every night with a glass of wine, when 50 Cent is out partying with friends he’ll pour them some of his Le Chemin du Roi bubbly then have one of his guys refill it with ginger ale and he’ll sip from that because he doesn’t drink a lot because he likes to keep a clear head
Page 14: True Crime 
Page 16: Michael Jackson wore socks to keep a nasty secret under wraps -- his feet were grotesquely deformed and had a foul fungal infection that made his flesh look decayed 
Page 17: Prince’s $200 million estate is tied up in court with three heirs claiming they’ve yet to receive a cent while the estate’s administrators have paid out a staggering $20 million in fees -- Prince died in 2016 without leaving a will 
Page 18: Who Is That Masked Star?
Page 20: Real Life 
Page 21: Damning photos that could put Lori Loughlin and husband Mossimo Giannulli behind bars for decades have been released by federal prosecutors -- the shocking snaps show the couple’s daughters Isabella Rose and Olivia Jade posing on rowing machines to create phony athletic profiles and pave their way into the University of Southern California on crew scholarships 
Page 22: Cover Story -- Prince Harry and Prince William’s ugliest fight ever -- the rogue royal cuts his big brother dead after snubbing Queen Elizabeth’s 94th birthday -- Harry exploded with rage swearing he’ll never return to Britain in a screaming showdown with fed-up Prince William 
Page 24: Health Watch 
Page 27: Kanye West claimed he was once a functioning alcoholic and blamed his battles with the bottle on his music not getting the praise it deserved, Hawaii Five-0 was already dead in the water when the show was canceled by CBS -- the fat $200,000 per episode contracts for stars Scott Caan and Alex O’Loughlin had gotten too pricey for producers and O’Loughlin was so hobbled by crippling injuries he was happy to pack it all in 
Page 28: Justin Bieber’s mutual admiration society with Alanis Morissette has his wife Hailey Bieber feeling like a third wheel, Madonna is desperately seeking attention and had taken to Instagram to make a series of bizarre announcements and has earned the ire of once loyal fans 
Page 29: How to fold a shirt 
Page 30: America’s Dirty Clergy Revealed 
Page 34: Beyonce has been dragged into a DUI nightmare after her kid sister was put in harm’s way by her boozed-up mom, hot and heavy ‘80s co-stars Michael Douglas and Kathleen Turner turned into fiery rivals but when Michael reached out to Kathleen to play his ex-wife on his series The Kominsky Method all was forgiven and they instantly became as close as ever 
Page 36: Goldie Hawn revs up her 37-year romance with Kurt Russell by go-go dancing, Suzanne Somers’ sex life while self-isolating is more X-rated than ever 
Page 40: Pamela Anderson was blindsided by news that Julian Assange had two children with his lawyer while holed up at the Ecuadorian embassy in London so she kicked him to the curb, Hollywood Hookups -- Queen Latifah has a girl crush on Adriana Lima, Kate Beckinsale dating Goody Grace, Justin Theroux throwing candlelit dinners for his rescue dog Kuma in quarantine 
Page 42: Red Carpet Stars & Stumbles -- Jennifer Lopez edition 
Page 45: Spot the Differences -- Denise Richards with a pooch from the California nonprofit Road Dogs & Rescue 
Page 47: Odd List 
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The Evolution of Love
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by  Saṃsāran
I have said before that all life is self-awareness, consciousness. Consciousness has a purpose and that is to refine this self-awareness into a higher form until ultimately the seer becomes the seen. In the first 3.5 billion years of evolution, this was driven by mindless competition between individuals and between species. 
Once a new life was established it was on its own. Nature cared not at all if every single dragonfly larvae from a particular hatch were devoured by fish. Life was brutal in this way and is still largely is so. 
Now, along came mammals. Mammals give live birth. This means a baby rat cannot care for itself in the way a baby shark can. So, we evolved an instinct between mother and child which would cause the mother to forgo her own self-interest in favor of the child. 
This was groundbreaking.
For the first time since life began one individual put another individual’s interest above their own. Oh, some fish and reptiles will nurture their young but not at the expense of their own safety. Now, again for the first time ever, the harshness of nature was softened. 
Now we had a rudimentary kind of love and this love conferred an evolutionary benefit. It allowed for longer childhoods and this meant that animals could be developmentally more advanced.
Fast forward two hundred and fifty million years and now we have a hominid in Africa which has developed a freakishly large and complex brain. Its head is so large that it must be deformed to fit through the birth canal. This new creature needed many years to develop before it was independent so this new bond of mother love was extended and made even more powerful. 
Since the male also needed to care for the child it was extended to him and then to the family as a whole, to the tribe, clan and eventually to nation. This animal with the freakishly big head was, of course, us. 
The idea of love grew as it conferred the benefit of fostering cooperation among individuals and tribe and also in providing protection not just to the young but to the old, weak and sick. This has developed even further now to encompass all of mankind, the animals of the field, forest and sea and finally to the Earth herself. 
This is love. 
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Primal
Blue sky. Red trails. Steel veins. A birth and a downfall.  Rated PG-13 for gore, mild sexual content. USUK fanfiction set in Primalverse. Reader discretion advised. Red flesh. Ripping, ripping, salt, taste.
Tooth on bone, tooth scraping against bone, drink drink drink.
An eye looks up, balefully, at him. It wells up with tears.
Blue sky.
--
Coughing harshly, England jerks up, plush sheets falling around his legs as his eyes adjust to the twilight he finds himself suspended in. He covers his mouth with his hand to muffle his coughing fit and then holds his hand up to his eyes, shakingly.
There’s black blood dripping down his fingertips.
England is thrown into another harsh coughing fit at the sight of this, and only then did his husband shift beside him, apparently awakened in an instant.
“Baby?” America calls out. America rolls over to try to pull England closer with his arm, only to grasp nothing. He sees that England is sitting up, chest wracked with a coughing fit, and in an instant his arms are wrapped around England’s waist, chest pressed flush, reassuringly.
“England,” he whispers, and England heaves a deep breath. “Babycakes. It was just a dream. I’m here with you, m’kay? Do you feel me with you?”
There is saliva running down England’s chin, but he nods.
America wraps England’s bloodied hand in his own. Their wedding rings press cold against bony knuckles. “Do you need anything? I can get some tissues for you, some water, some of that horrible Marmite you like so much-”
“I’m fine,” England gasps hoarsely, his chest making one last attempt to force phlegm out but squeezing against nothing, dry heaving. “Thank you.”
Even without the dried black blood sticking to his fingers, America wouldn’t have believed him.
He had felt the beginnings of metal wings and ribs beneath England’s bedclothes.
--
You are not allowed to mix with another one of your kind like… like this!
I will! I love him!
You will not.
America stands up straight, his suit more firmly pressed than it ever had been in approximately 200 years of captivity.
But can you stop me, Mr. President? Can you really?
A steel-faced response.
Can you?!
Still no response. America curls back his lip and relishes in the feeling of teeth rapidly sprouting from bone, soon dislocating his jaw with their combined weight, the sensation of steel veins connecting between the highly efficient engines wrapped in flesh in his shell, the absolute joy of adamantine cannons and bombs sprouting from his spine and forming wings of-
Apprehend him.
All of a sudden, America’s heart constricts, and he drops to his knees, metal plates thickening on his skin against his will and weighing him down. Men in sleek, sterile armor rush into the Oval Office and secure a constricting web of nationium around his limbs. He struggles, but what little flesh remains in his body is not enough to resist the weight of a leader’s orders.
United States of America, you will obey.
America feels himself being lifted into the clouds, and all he sees is blue all around.
--
Porch, window, mudroom, den, closet, staircase, gallery (this is wrong), living room, window, gingerbread porch, study, pantry, door (too perfect), yellow wallpaper, bedroom, bathroom, closet, door, window, person (perfect).
Metallic breathing melts away from America, sinking into his skin as he seals himself in domesticity, soft cloth wrapped reassuringly like a security blanket.
He pulls a ring on, shaking.
--
“Honeyyyyyyy! I made breakfast for you! A la Americana, all for you!” America swaggers into the living room, where England is embroidering a rose onto a white piece of fabric, needle in, needle out. He wiggles his eyebrows. “Smell the amazingness yet?”
“If that ‘amazingness’ is your lack of a shower, then yes, I have,” England shoots back snidely.
“Whuh-wha-” America pats his torso down exaggeratedly. “Heeeeeey! I’m not sweaty!”
“You were last night,” England replies.
America blushes furiously, Florida responding a little bit to that remark. “One time isn’t enough for a shower, Artie!”
“Oh?” England sets his half-finished embroidery to the side, setting his head down on his hand in mock interest. “I recall there being more than one time last night, dear. I think it was, oh, perhaps three or four times in a row of you manhandling me and thrus-”
“The sausage and eggs will get cold if we dally any longer, sweetie! Haha!” America says too loudly, grabbing England’s hand in his own - gently - and pulling his husband to the dinner table for A Good Old American Breakfast. Without Sweat-Making. Hopefully.
Half an hour later, England complained to Alfred’s sweaty armpit that the sausage and eggs certainly were cold by that time.
--
76% Primal, sir. These levels have been unseen since the Cold War, sir. It’s abnormal for their kind to desire human structures such as marriage, sir.
America finds himself seated inside a large cell halfway filled with liquid nationium, wrists and ankles shackled to the adamantine walls and head covered by some sort of box filled with more liquid nationium. He growls, his blood rushing, but nothing responds. He is as flesh and blood as ever.
Is it wise, sir? To place two nations in close quarters like this is an untenable risk-
It is wise.
Sir-
The door - if there is one - opens in front of America, and he cocks his head up despite being essentially blind. Suddenly, the box melts away into a cascade of liquid nationium down his shoulders, and he is meeting England’s eyes. To an outsider, England would have looked as steely and strong as ever - but to America, who has known him as a lover for over a century, it is painfully obvious how much agony England is in to see his fiance like this.
America.
America does not respond.
England extends his hand out to America, as business as ever, but America detects the imperceptible tremble in England’s hand.
Come with me. The wedding ceremony is tomorrow.
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Long ago, nations roamed the world freely, predating on humanity from the shadows. Their unbeatable strength and endless hunger for flesh made them fearsome beasts for even the best of humanity to face. From them the concept of monsters, of a great darkness, was born.
But then, when humanity learned of weaponry to drive back the darkness with, suddenly nations developed human tongues and faces and stood up on two feet to strike a deal with humanity. In exchange for allegiance with humanity as the representatives of their group identities, they would wear cages of human flesh around their nation selves and allow the people that shared their blood to augment and control their bodies as they so wished.
And so, nations reverted from their primordial, therian forms into their present-day humanoid forms, quenching their never-ending thirst for the flesh of men by waging war through men as their proxies and then feeding off of the spoils. Men in bureaucracy, animals on the battlefield.
America found that one particular story England told him to be the most peculiar one of them all.
--
“I do wonder what the world outside is like.”
England lazily sips his Earl Grey from an ornately painted teacup, nursing it and the question he’s left hanging in the morning air. America looks up from his creased Sunday newspaper, wondering if he’d dreamed England’s words.
“France, Germany, Spain, Russia, all the others,” England continues to ramble, speaking to nobody in particular. “They must still hold world meetings, as futile as they are. Do any of them even notice that a couple of nations have been ‘officially recused’ from every world meeting for years now?”
England politely gulps down the last dregs of his tea, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows - America catches a glimpse of a thin streak of tea running down his shaven chin, a small crack in England’s old gentlemanly habits. He sets his empty teacup down on the small table next to his armchair, hands placidly set on his lap. “I do not think so. In fact, they may breathe a sigh of relief every time we are announced to be absent on leave - our unruliness, our stolen kisses, our fights only fought for the sake of releasing old tensions.”
England is detached. He sinks into the cushions of his faded yellow chair, seemingly melting into the slightly sickly wallpaper of the armchair.
America watches England quizzically, carefully following the movements of England’s fingers, weaving through his golden locks before landing over his eyes and pressing, releasing a sigh from between his lips. Understanding that England does not anticipate a reply from his lover, America slowly turns back to his Sunday paper, pretending to be absorbed in mostly blacklined articles - the perfect image of an American husband on a Sunday afternoon, if there is one.
America’s fingers firmly grasp onto the edge of the thin paper, eliciting small crinkles from the paper as his eyes flit between what few words are still left - slightly bored but not so much so as to lead him into a dull trance. He hears the faint rustle of leaves outside, the chirping of birds, the dry buzz of cicadas-
And the whirring of a camera, perched on a tree branch just slightly above their living room window, fixating its red eye on the back of America’s head.
--
America and England sleep happily snuggled together, but when England awakens midway through the night he and America have each other in a strangle hold, the massive shark-like fangs of their Primal forms deforming their jaws as they coldly look into each other's eyes, squeezing red into flesh.
But when England jerks awake and starts crying out to America, his eyes shimmering with unwept tears, suddenly America releases the stranglehold and rolls over, holding his face in his hands as he suppresses his own tears, breath hitching from the shock, teeth melting back into his jaw. His heart shatters into jagged pieces as he hears England gasping for breath behind him and choking up blood from their brief but damaging encounter.
Two nations cannot stay too close to each other without their Primal forms - the monsters they once were locked under a human skin - manifesting to assert their dominance. But he would never ever hurt England, nor would he ever be dominant over him. They were lovers and equal partners.
At least, that's what "America" thought.
America feels England grasp onto the cuff of his sleep shirt from behind, grip firm yet tinged with indescribable emotion. He pulls America around to face him, his eyes rimmed with tears as he presses his forehead to his lover's. England begins to sob softly.
"Baby, baby," America whispers lowly, clasping England's slender (blood-streaked) hands into his own. His larger, more calloused palms curl around England's fingers, feminine yet hardened from years upon years of fingers curled around the barrels of guns and the hilts of swords. "Please. Look at me." England does, jerking his eyes up to look at America through his eyelashes.
"I'm human, aren't I? I'm the Am-Alfred you love and hold so dear. We've loved, made love, and stood by each other through thick and thin. Perhaps the things we once were may surface time to time, but we can stand strong." He wipes blood and snot off of England's parted lips with his thumb. "Do you trust me?"
England hiccups a sob back, then nods.
"Good," America murmurs. He slowly guides England down back to bed, his hands clasped around England's hip and shoulder. He secures his limbs around England, adjusting to make both of them comfortable under their plush sheets. Seeing England still sniffling away the remnants of his sorrows, America leans in to softly kiss away the tears with his lips.
"C'mon. Our souls won't emerge again for a long time, I'm sure. Just sleep."
But as America breathes in the soft scent of England's aftershave as he feels England doze off in his arms, he gazes, unfocused, at the wall behind England, festooned with pictures and belongings that were noticeably from this banal married life they'd built for themselves away from any all-encompassing war or prying eyes.
Could idealism and the physical love he and England shared truly suppress that rumble both of them surely felt in the pit of their stomachs, that innate desire to rip away skin and finely sown clothing to reveal raw muscle and blood-tinged steel?
America half-liddedly inspected England's face, the curves and edges that created the beautiful man he'd fallen in love with all those years ago, those thin lips that crooned sweet words to him at night and gave him well-deserved beratings by day.
He swore that he'd resist this inevitability for as long as he could, rules of the universe be damned. He would never let England come to harm (at his claws or someone else's) ever again, even if it would cost them the world.
--
Whenever the grey men come, America cannot resist.
It is not that he is unable to, his muscles boiling and aching beneath his crinkled dress shirt and tie every time the grey men arrive, but rather that he is obliged not to. He knows, oh he knows that if he is to resist the grey men will not hesitate to string England up and hurt him, maul him in so many ways in front of America’s eyes until America’s throat collapses from the screams he shares with his lover. Whenever he remembers this, the boiling in his throat diminishes and “America” takes over again. Sensible, reserved America.
Knowing this, the grey men do not bring nationium anymore.
Today, they are unobtrusive, holding America down to the grass of his lawn to inject him with a liquid at his elbow, roughly swabbing the hole afterwards - not that they really need to, for his wound closes only moments later - and then departing, leaving the world to refocus in his vision.
America does not know what they pump into his blood every time they visit. He watches their grey van pull out of the driveway and depart, receding into the empty horizon of blue. As he regains his breath, he looks over and sees England studying him back, eyes glazed over and wide.
--
Hot breath melding, the clack of tongue and teeth, sucking.
America presses England against their bed with fingers secured against England’s hips, pressing them together as close, as heatedly as he can, only breaking their sloppy kiss to tug his fingers underneath England’s frilly lingerie, hearing England’s breath catch as he slowly removes the gauzy cloth so that he can lick his way down England’s stomach, tongue pressing through strands of soft hair and along sensitive skin. England curls into him, vulnerable, legs wrapped around the back of America’s shoulders, his pleasured noises picking up into loud moans and cries as America leans up and kisses him, intimately knowing what buttons to push to draw out and intensify their shared pleasure.  
They are allowed to have these carnal pleasures together, flesh melding and bodies unified into one, as sexual acts feed their inner selves without any bloodshed, any bare steel bones - instead, their hot flesh (covered in skin, not blood) rubs together as America whispers sweet nothings into the ear of his husband, the husband who he dotes on and adores.
Licking at England’s abused lips, running his teeth along tongue to elicit muffled moans of pleasure from his partner, America dimly feels that something is off, something isn’t right - but any reservations he may have fostered melt away as he presses his fingers into England’s hips, bodies tangled together flush against their picture-perfect bedspread, perhaps in a feeble attempt to melt into his ostensibly separate partner. England pulls away from the kiss too soon, breathing heavily as he redirects America’s building anticipation towards gently stroking along America’s graceful body with his fingers, exploring nooks and crannies with nails.
America loosens his embrace, hooking his arm under England’s and pressing at England’s lips for a chaste, affectionate kiss, lips warm against smooth teeth, tasting the faint sweet scent of black tea and sugar on England’s breath. He ignores the steel ribs pressing against his chest as he rolls England over onto his stomach to press further into his flesh, warm, cloying (not too far not too soon).
England’s wedding ring is cold against his back as England cries out with every well-placed kiss, nails digging into steel plating.
--
America reaches out for England in the night, but reaches nothing, fingers carding through air.
The grey men leer over him.
His eyes flicker about, weakly, and then close in anticipation.
--
Applause.
“100% Primal!” they cried. “Limitless power stands before us.”
A murmur spread through the faceless mob like a wave.
“He can be used to power the entire world!” “No, he can be used to impose our military might on all others!” “He will create world peace!” The chatter fades out into the noise of small animals, heightening in frequency and pitch until-
A plague of blood spread through the ranks, the shots and strikes of every weapon known to man resounding through the great hall until nothing was left, only the serene-faced beast of steel standing on a pedestal in the centre, gazing up at the cloudy sky above.
With swipes of tooth, slashes of claw, there is no more flesh left. The floor is barren of any sign of a massacre save for burn marks, the residue of a struggle.
The beast of steel pounds its wings through the air and takes off.
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Blue skies, raw blood, an endless ocean interspersed with floating bones of man and machine alike.
Underneath a tree woven from red veins and flesh, America and England awaken, nude and sexless as if they have been stripped of all that makes them carnal beings, eyes locked onto each other’s.
Hands grasped around each other’s.
Both lean in for a kiss, turning their heads this way and that way for lips to meld -
And teeth rip into flesh.
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heywriters · 6 years
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OC Aesthetic Tag: Madge Cozad
I’m doing one of these for each OC (there are four). If you’re curious about the others I tag everything having to do with my OC’s after their names (Matt, Ace, Vince, Madge) or under the general tags #my ocs #regenerate.
This one’s for my female OC, Madge Cozad. My WIP is set in the modern day U.S.
Rules: Bold what applies to your character. Feel free to add your own options to the list!
[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. hazel.
[ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. mist. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.
[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoo. lithe. peach fuzz. smile. dimples. crow’s feet. stretch marks. birthmarks. deformities. long lashes. moles. spotted/acne. acne scars. chicken pox scars. hairy. facial hair.
[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper spray. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. fire. teeth. rifles. claws. money. lawyers.
[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opals. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. nylon. concrete. paint. spray paint.
[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies. lake. foothills. clover.
[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. bears. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. peacocks. fireflies.
[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia. caviar. dairy. bamboo. roots. energy drinks. baby carrots.
[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. research. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. exploring. spying. clubbing. flirting. science. chemistry. architecture. mechanics.
[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowl. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. contact lenses. makeup. ties. uniform. tank top. sneakers. henley. button down shirt. flannel.
[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. nihilism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. romance. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge. grief. self-care. self-harm. cars. politics. religion. hope. repression.
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If you want to do this, do it! This WIP is posted on Wattpad.
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