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beausbugbiome · 2 years
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This is the greatest thing I have ever seen!!
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Zallius is a persistent individual, always doing what they can to make sure everything is just right. Being a shark helps with their underwater exploration, obviously, but also help with traveling to other nations. They travel so much in search of inspiration, mostly trying to find new creatures that they can make plush versions of. Interested in a fungus from Sumeru? They probably have it made. Slimes, birds, boars, seahorses, you name it and they can get it done.
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Name: Zallius
Weapon: Polearm
Vision: Dendro
Height: 5'3
Region Origin: Fontaine
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Answering Questions: I Don't Bite!
Blog Rp's: Dive in the Deep End
Misc Posts: Out of Water
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jt1674 · 6 months
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vaevictis2 · 10 months
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terminalfix · 1 year
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https://www.thisiscolossal.com/2023/04/liz-sexton-masks/
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teamwind · 2 years
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~wow do i need to edit my blog....~
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nemkero · 1 month
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rewatching atla after like 10 years and zuko is so insanely pitiful
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zytes · 4 months
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this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen
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mo-mode · 4 months
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The Biblically Accurate Trio in TLT
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happyheidi · 6 months
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𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾
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aliquistis · 6 months
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I love how bad Astarion is with his cover story. You meet him and he's like "I'm a magistrate" then he stealths, disarms a trap, double dashes and backstabs a goblin all while giggling about spilling blood and you're just like hm yeah that's the legal system for you
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candycatstuffs · 11 months
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So i might need a new drawing tablet
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1071png · 4 months
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Mihawk's gone from babysitting Zoro and Perona to babysitting Crocodile and Buggy
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Followup to this piece (which is NSFW so feel free to skip it! This part is SFW and can stand alone)
Author’s Notes: my poor girl ;-;
Content Warnings: mer whump, lab whump, lady whump, dehydration, difficulty breathing, out of water, left to die, near-death, caretaking as much as possible given the situation, blood, biting, brief mention of face whump
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On her way into work Liv nearly collides with two researchers who are hurrying out the door. One is Dr. Collins, who holds a bloodied towel to his face, and at his side is Dr. Ingram talking quickly into his cellphone. The two are walking so fast that Liv only catches a snippet of the conversation.
“...too dangerous...i agree...put in an order for a new one...”
It isn’t until two hours into her shift that Liv gets any answers.
She enters room 3C calmly, nudging her cart inside with her hip while trying to wiggle the key back out of the lock. This is one of her easiest rooms. The subject, a mermaid, is always in that sad little pool where they keep her. All Liv can ever make out is the blurry figure of her brightly colored hair and scales, which seem to grow duller with each passing day.
So when Liv shuts the door behind her and turns the last thing she expects is to see a table raised from the pool, the mermaid strapped to it.
Liv doesn’t need to do the math. However long it’s been since Dr. Collins left is too long. The poor creature is dead.
It isn’t the first time this has happened but it isn’t any easier to accept. Liv has tried and failed to remain detached, and now thinks constantly of finding away to expose this lab and its horrors.
She abandons her cart and goes to stand by the table where the mermaid has been left under the harsh fluorescent lights. On the creature’s upper half her skin is parched and sickly; on the lower, brittle scales have begun to chip, worst off all around the strap holding down her tail. Her head is tipped to one side, revealing cracked, unmoving gills. Her mess of wavy hair hangs over the table’s edge.
It’s obvious now what happened to Dr. Collins. The mermaid’s mouth, jaw and neck are stained with dried blood; more of it is splattered across the floor and the instrument table. Her dry lips are parted, revealing sharp bloodstained teeth.
The only question is whether he left the table raised in his hurry to get to a hospital...or on purpose, as punishment. 
“...put in an order for a new one...”
“You didn’t deserve this,” Liv whispers. “At least you went out fighting. Good for you.”
She cleans the blood from the surrounding area and then, though it isn’t her job, or even allowed, she wets a fresh washcloth in the pool water and begins to clean up the mermaid as best she can. While she works she speaks quietly to no one, recalling aloud how as a kid she loved mermaids before she even knew they were real.
It takes a second washcloth to finish the job. Then Liv discards them both and wets a third, gently dabbing at the mermaid’s neck, where a little blood remains along the slits of her gills.
Maybe it’s the light, or just her own movements, but for a moment Liv could swear that the gills twitch. She stops and stares, unblinking, and - there! It happened again...
It can’t be.
Liv soaks the washcloth again and then squeezes it out over the mermaid. Water cascades over her gills and they twitch and strain for more. A rasping sound slips from the mermaid’s lips and her pale lashes flutter.
Frantically Liv continues soaking up water and dousing the gills over and over. It’s like watching someone come back to life, but not in a beautiful way - in a slow, painful way, dragging the creature from the brink of death when maybe it would have been kinder to let her die.
Liv moves the cloth up to trickle water over the mermaid’s face, into her eyes and mouth. The girl rasps again and this time her eyes open. They’re bloodshot and hazy and she quickly shuts them again with a groan.
“That’s it...just hang on...”
Liv quickly finds the switch that gradually lowers the table back into the pool. At the movement the mermaid’s eyes open once more and she fixes her gaze on the human standing over her.
“You have to hang on,” Liv repeats, even if the creature can’t understand her.
She watches until the table clicks into place at the bottom. Only when the subject’s body completely submerged does she continue her work.
Liv leaves that night unsure whether she saved the mermaid...or just condemned her to a worse fate down the road. 
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so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.
and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.
...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.
see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.
while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.
especially if the president of the united states is on board.
yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.
and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."
but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.
...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.
not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.
yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.
but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire
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theposhperyton · 2 months
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So I've been watching Water 7
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