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just-a-tiny-goldfish · 8 months
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I can’t believe I was so scared the fishes were gunna eat me when I was little
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layla4567 · 4 months
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Opla with a short fem!reader headcanons || Sanji, Luffy & Zoro
Opla!Sanji
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🐟 He is more than happy to be there for you when you need him, he will be your prince protector or your knight in silver armor. What you prefer
🐟 He will hold you to his chest and kiss your hair whenever he can. He loves to rest his chin on top of your head while you snuggle into his torso.
🐟 He will pick you up to kiss you or kiss your nose. And he always lifts you up to sit on a counter so he can look you in the eye.
🐟 He will pamper you like a baby and cook you your favorite meals and desserts (especially if someone made you feel inferior because of your height) And if you're too depressed he'll even let you help him in the kitchen..
🐟 Sanji feels a very strong protective feeling when he is next to you. You are his princess, his angel. He always has a hand on your lower back rubbing his palm lovingly.
🐟 He doesn't tolerate bullies who make fun of you, he will even fight with Zoro if he hears any out of place mockery.
🐟 He is still a shameless flirt eager to make you nervous and see you blush, so he will whisper things in your ear about how pretty you are at that size or when you look at him with doe eyes from below.
🐟 Sanji likes how you squeal when he grabs you by the hips and spins you around or places you on his shoulders so you can see the sea.
Opla!Luffy
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🐵 He doesn't mind your height at all, he even thinks it's cute. And since he loves physical contact, Luffy will always be patting your head like a puppy or touching your nose with the tip of his finger pook!.
🐵 He will hug you tightly and lift you into the air, spinning you around. It doesn't matter if you have a good or bad day, he will automatically make you laugh.
🐵 Sometimes he will bend down a little until he is at your height but then he remembers that it bothers you and he straightens up as much as he can and asks for your forgiveness (or he will run away due to your short temper wink, wink ok bad joke).
🐵 SORRY Y/N I DIDN'T REMEMBER THAT THAT BOTHERED YOU!!!
🐵 Luffy can't keep his hands off you (or anyone) so without warning he'll pick you up and carry you bridal style when you're tired, or let you climb on his back.
🐵 Luffy will take all the tall objects and bring them closer to you (especially the things that Zoro left on the highest shelves)
🐵 If someone bothers you because of your height, they will fight to see you smile again.
🐵 He doesn't make fun of you because he knows that you get angry or sad, but if you agree, he will give you cute nicknames.
Opla!Zoro
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🗡 This man will tease you all the time, he would love to feel bigger than you when he stands next to or in front of you
🗡 If he is standing next to you he will blatantly rest his arm on top of your head until you get angry.
🗡 I can see him crossing his arms in front of you and standing up straight to stand even taller while looking down at you with a shit-eating smile.
🗡 He is the typical person who will put things in high places on purpose only to see you jump uselessly to grab them. Or he will even hold an object with his hand up until you can grab it.
🗡 He loves to grab you by the waist and lift you over his shoulder while you kick and hit his back with your fists.
🗡 "Sorry, how do you say? Sorry I can't hear you, you're too far down there"
🗡 But don't get me wrong, only he can make fun of you or call you funny nicknames. If at any time he notices that someone else is laughing at your height and that bothers you, this swordsman will be ready to draw his sword.
🗡 "Hey! she's my shorty, get yours"
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Nobody asked for this and I don't usually write things about an anime because I don't usually watch that type of animation, but anyway
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mericanboyz · 8 months
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Long John Silver’s 🐟
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dathomirdumpsterfire · 3 months
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Chat writes the plot! Time for more 👑🐲🐟 KotD!
🔥🔥 don't forget to reblog tysm! 🔥🔥
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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 16 ~
Obi-Wan is just about ready to begin figuratively climbing the walls…
…scratch that, he's just about ready to literally climb the walls.
‘Come with me…’ Maul’s voice echoes in his mind.
“No,” he says aloud, pacing circles around the magma ball. “No.”
But gods, does he want-
“No.”
The jedi spares a moment to be angry at the circumstances. Every jedi was met with challenges on the path of life. It was supposed to be that way. They were chances for self reflection and growth. But how many jedi had their mortal enemy return from the grave looking like something out of a wet dream -no pun intended- and kidnap them, only to change their mind and decide they just want companionship and sex? They just want him to stay with them, forever, simple as that.
It's absurd. It's enticing. It's sad. It's sweet.
It makes Obi-Wan want to punch something.
It makes him want other things too…
“No.”
He has to leave. He has to. It's only a matter of time before slick scales and stress levels mix him up into a cocktail of poor choices. Obi-Wan wants to rail Maul into the ground. He wants to see what all that mess at the apex of his tail tastes like. He wants to get on his knees and-
Blast it! It's time to try escaping, with or without help from local fauna.
The jedi walks to the water's edge, and gathers his mental fortitude. He knows he's unlikely to succeed in getting to the sparkle of his lightsaber crystal, or to somehow find his rebreather. However, Maul's force signature is far away. Now is a good time to explore, and hope, and trust in the force.
Obi-Wan jumps into the frigid water, grimacing as it rises around him. He swims as close to the exit tunnel as he can, and starts taking deep breaths, trying to hyperoxygenate a bit.
Then, he dives.
What follows is a slow and cautious exploration of the nearby tunnels that serves as a double blessing for how it takes his mind off Maul. He swims one way, and finds nothing but tunnel that goes on further than he can see. The jedi returns to air, catches his breath, and goes out again.
The other direction offers a split in the road. One way leads to a dead end, the other hits a second divide. Again, he reoxigenates, and despite the terrible cold he goes back down for a third attempt.
Then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, a seventh… a hour passes and the chill sinks into his bones. He finds two more air pockets, not quite as fresh as the algae and moss crowded caves, but still breathable.
And then, he stumbles across another ‘room’.
Obi-Wan breaches the water's surface and finds himself in a trove. He crawls up onto land, and looks around curiously. This cave is a series of smaller rooms that connect, with an exceptional number of pock marks in the walls. Perhaps millennia ago this was living coral? Whatever the case, the larger pockets have been turned into shelves, and these shelves hold myriad items.
Droid parts, sea shells, and pearls as big as his head. Tin cans, fabric scraps, and a silver platter. An entire trombone, half rusted, sits in a footlocker without a lid. There's a pile of datapads which all look to be out of charge, and a statue of some long forgotten nubian queen. These and more, a flee market’s worth of curios.
His most unexpected find is an area of sand, which seems... combed? Gemstones and polished rocks in shades of blue combine with patterns in the sand to create a garden of sorts. Many of the stones are no bigger than a bean. The largest is a chunk of lapis lazuli the size of his fist. Obi-Wan ponders the rock garden for a few minutes before moving on, not quite sure what to make of it.
A sith with a sense of artistry... that's just... odd?
From what he had seen in the archives, the sith of old stuck to geometric patterns and flat colors. Their ideal temple was a barren monolith or an angular ziggurat with either no decoration, or, records of horrible deeds carved in words. Sometimes pictures.
Yet... Maul had made a lovely little garden, in shades of blue and white and beige. Strange.
Obi-Wan turns away from the mystery, and goes digging through the droid parts to see if there's anything that could boost his comm signal. It's a possibility, there's a lot to work with here. Rather than take anything, the jedi memorizes what he sees and makes note of it. He will plan what to take and where to hide it to work on before risking revealing the direction of his thoughts.
At the very back of the caves is a large cubby of stone that looks like it was carved into the wall with a lightsaber, then carefully sanded smooth.
On a shelf beside it sits a saberstaff. Obi-Wan can feel the song of the kyber from here, now that he listens. Two notes in harmony, one longing and angry, the other spiteful and determined. The jedi knows this blade, and has no desire to touch it… but it's good to know where it is.
He shakes his head sadly at the sithly melody, and sits down at the edge of the cubby, exhausted and sluggish. Obi-Wan rests his elbows on his knees, needing a minute to gather his strength. Even with a jedi's ability to propel himself with the force and slow his heartbeat, it was still a long swim back.
Emotionally Obi-Wan feels a lot better though. He's mapped a significant amount of tunnel, found three places to get air for further exploration, and most importantly he's gotten his mind off-
Oh, kriff.
The jedi master groans, flopping backwards onto the smooth stone with a wet smack, exasperated with himself. Truly? Truly. A single stray thought about beautiful black scales, and he's back in the thick of it like he'd never left.
Obi-Wan covers his eyes with a shaking hand, hiding from reality for just a moment. Two moments. Perhaps five moments…
He sighs, removing his hand to look up at the ceiling. This is, inconveniently, when he realizes his fingers are very pale. Bother. He needs to get up, and… and swim back to the radiant heat of the magma ball.
Just the thought of it is dreadfully tiring, and he is comfortable here. Very comfortable... So very…
Oh no.
He knows exactly what being sleepy when one is very cold means. The jedi curses under his breath, forcing himself upright. His vision is slow to catch up with where he's looking. He's pushed too far, and now his body is paying the price of that.
Obi-Wan draws in the force to support himself, and rises unsteadily to his feet. Every bone in his body pleads with him to lay down. He denies the instinct in favor of a survivalist mentality.
The problem? He is much too cold.
The solution? Getting out of wet clothes and closer to warmth, or barring that, some kind of insulting material.
He thinks through a mild fog, and recalls the cloth scraps. Obi-Wan goes hunting around in the treasure trove as he pulls off his belt. He dumps his clothes onto the floor, managing to lay them out to air dry for what it was worth in the relative humidity. Then he gathers up every last scrap of fabric he can find.
The pile of scraps. A sail cloth. Half a tarp. His best find is a pair of old wool socks, which he puts on right away. The lot of it he piles in the cubby, and curls in on himself in the midst of it. Obi-Wan knows he just needs to warm up, then he can put everything back, and return to where he was supposed to be. Maul's force presence was still far away. He wasn't in a rush…
…and that's part of why the jedi falls asleep precisely when and where he really shouldn't.
Obi-Wan wakes sometime later with his head tucked under a pointed chin. A scaled tail curls around his naked legs, and a lumpy magma hemisphere radiates heat against his back.
... kark.
Obi-Wan can't deal with this right now. He's beyond exhausted, possibly a bit ill. The jedi master takes a deep breath, and just... goes back to sleep, held close in red and black arms.
To be continued...
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fishyfishyfishtimes · 9 months
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Got any facts about Spotted Silver Dollars? 🐟
Of course!
Daily fish fact #501
Spotted silver dollar!
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This shoaling relative of the piranhas is native to the Amazon river basin and some Guiana Shield rivers! They're sometimes kept in the aquarium hobby, though they require large tanks with lots of hiding opportunities.
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moonchild-in-blue · 3 months
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🐟 silver fish and manta rays 🐟
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smallestapplin · 10 months
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Oo hope I didn't miss it! Would it be okay to request a heavy teasing ingo like edging to the max before release, anything works I'm just a sucker for that 😭😭
-Fish anon🐟
Oooo yes!😩 LETS GO!!!
🔞18+Only!🔞 MDNI!🔞
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He’s a mess, you’ve had him tied down for hours, teasing his body, making him squirm against his binds with tears in his eyes. His voice cracks as he tosses his head back with a loud cry, nearly sobbing when you pull your hand away from his throbbing cock once more.
“Please! I can’t- can’t take much more!” Ingo cries, tugging on his binds, bucking his hips up, desperately trying to chase your hand. You chuckle at his struggle, at how pathetic he sounds, and at his lewd tear-stained face.
“Aw, my poor sweet love can’t handle his punishment?” You tease him, mocking him as he shrieks at your feather-light touches on his cock.
“I’m sorry! Sorry, please- let me cum! T-t’much! I'm-“ Ingo weeps as you pull your hand away again, just before he could spill his load.
His body feels like it’s burning, his balls feeling so heavy with cum while his dick is just drooling with his pre. He needs more, but you keep driving him to the edge, and pulling away before he can cum.
He can’t take it! Ingo pulls at his restraints, back arching as a loud whine leaves him. His spit slid from his open mouth, silver hair a mess from his thrashing and constant squirming.
His face flushed red, and those pretty eyes, shiny with unshed tears, gazing at you adoringly, pleading with you.
“Please let me cum, please! Fuck me! Promise I’ll be good just, I can’t take much more!”
Such a pretty mess he is.
You lean down, kissing the head of his dick, laughing softly at how he tosses his head back, moaning like a fucked out whore. And you haven’t even gotten to the main event!
You kiss your way down his shaft, only to slowly lick your way back up to the tip, licking up all the precum he’s leaking. Ingo swears you’re evil for this, but he can’t help but want more of it, more of your touch, more praise, just more of you!
Kissing back down his shaft, you keep going down, your lips pressing against his sensitive inner thighs. You glance up at him, seeing his eyes locked onto you. His lips quivering in pure need, breathlessly begging for you.
“You’re so beautiful like this, such a sloppy mess, and all for me.”
“Please…don’t say such embarrassing things- ah! Fuck, oh fuck-!”
You cut him off with a swift bit to his thigh, kissing the tender skin gently.
“Really? So close already? All over a little bite.”
He doesn’t respond, he can’t, his mind too foggy with pleasure as he pants and mewls weakly for more. Maybe you’ve teased him enough, you suppose you can show your beloved some mercy.
You trail kisses back up, licking his dick clean of his juices. You listen to his pitiful sounds, feeling for his twitches letting you know that he’s once again close.
Ingo tilts his head back against the pillows, trying to catch his breath as well as steel his nerves, trying not to cum until you tell him to. Only to squeal, feeling your hot mouth around his cock, deep-throating him. He feels your throat tighten around him as you suck.
His eyes roll back, unable to stop himself from pouring his load of cum into your awaiting mouth.
Ingo mindlessly babbles apologies, but he can barely form the words for it, as he’s seeing stars.
His body shaking from the intense pleasure, you can practically feel his balls clenching with each pump.
He cums so much you can’t swallow it all, but that’s fine, you pull away with a mess sliding down your chin and covering his dick.
“You did so well for me! We have to go again, that squeal was too hot not to!”
He’s limp against the bed, with his mind reeling from the intense pleasure.
If he gets to cum like that again, he will happily let you go as long as you’d like.
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drfirsnogayny · 2 months
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Demonic Class AU
Please rate. I want to know that I didn't try in vain and it makes sense to make content on this AU.
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Events unfold within the walls of a mysterious school. One day, one of the high school students disappeared, and this event is associated with demons. His younger sister Lily wants to find her brother, her investigations led her to this very school, where she will have to become a new student.
🏵️ Lily 🍩
A new student who is looking for her brother. Her family are demon hunters, but she doesn't want to hunt them herself. She is learning the art of finding a common language with demonic ones, but so far she only has the art of overtaking and driving them away from herself. The blood color is normal.
🪡 Carla 🪛
One of the few students who is not possessed by demons. She stays alone and hates everyone around her. Especially demons. She has perfectly mastered the art of scaring them away. Hates Penny, but is really just afraid of her. She also loves to create Voodoo dolls. They work, just not on a specific victim. She doesn't like to talk about what happened to her eye. The color of blood is green.
🧿 Penny ⚙️
The head of the class and the daughter of the head teacher. Sweet and friendly, but strict. She is suspected of being possessed by demons or having connections with them, but she denies this. However, she does not tell where her red pupil comes from. Tries to make friends with Lily. Perhaps she knows something about her brother. The color of blood is blue.
🎀 Cindy 🌺
The first beauty of the class and the school as a whole. Basically the stereotypical popular girl who loves attention and doesn't like losers, including Lily. In addition, she is possessed by demonic forces and, of course, serves them. He doesn’t know about Lily’s powers and sincerely doesn’t understand why he can’t harm her. The color of blood is pink.
💎 Felix 🥇 and 🐏 Ted 🥈
Twin brothers whose parents sponsor this school. They are both possessed by demonic forces, but only recently, so their abilities are undeveloped. Felix knows how to manipulate Ted. They also both have a crush on Cindy. It's also worth noting that Ted has a horizontal pupil. The color of the blood is blue and unnaturally red, respectively.
📚 Jerome 🪀
Nothing is known about his family, except that he has an older brother. He is a smart student, but most of his time is spent in the library reading books or helping the librarian and students. He also has a key to a secret room, which only he and a few other people have the right to visit. Lily is eager to get there, and she assumes that he knows something about her brother. His connection to demons or ability is unknown. The color of blood is gold.
🩹 Vincent ❔
A student who is usually bullied. He can often be seen next to Jerome, who, however, is also not averse to offending him. Other information about him is unknown, including his involvement with demons. The color of the blood is probably silver.
📼 Billy 🐟
A student who once disappeared. He is Lily's older brother, and when he lived at home, he protected his sister from danger. He's a demon hunter and wanted to teach his sister how to do that. The color of blood is normal.
I don't have my own idea of how to add the rest of the characters here, so I'd appreciate any suggestions.
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Oddly enough, I once created Carla and Penny, and then I wanted to draw them. Then I decided to try to create Lily and Cindy, and then it kind of went and now I have AU. And the idea to create Vincent came after I couldn't create Billy to like.
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sebek-zigbolt · 4 months
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Ik I just drew sebek with gore on his face but my hc is that even though hes very hungry, he would avoid wildlife because silver really cares for animals and would be sad. So he eats mostly fish🐟.
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fishiepup · 6 months
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ruff ruff
🐾🐾🐾 🐾🐾🐾 intro post
named Chloe ! of the snails collective
pronoun she/it/pup
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[image id: yellow and white dog collar with blue polka dots on white part and a bow on the front. has a black clip and silver bell]
am PUPPYDOG . chocolate laborador retriever
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[image id: four pictures of brown lab retrievers. will type full description when human alter front]
has green eyes and almost full size !
some me thingz:
- semi verbal autistic . high support / low function
- girl but in same way a dog is. doesnt care much.
- very bad species dysphoria):
- lub FISHIES . watches them swim is my favorite 🐠🐟🐡🐟🐠🐡🐠🐟🐠🐟🐡🐟🐠🐟🐠🐡🐟
dni: nsfw/fetish/kink blogs, nonhuman discourse
please interact: nonhumans of all varieties, alterhumans, otherkin, therians, furries, dog alters, sfw puppyre, and any other nice creatures :3
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mysticmonkiebusiness · 9 months
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LEGO Monkie Kid ask game!
❣️Favorite episode?
☠️Least favorite episode?
🍜Favorite character?
🍌Least favorite character?
🍑What JTTW character or arc would you like to see in the show?
🌄LEGO Sets you'd like to see?
🐟Favorite minor or background character?
🕷️Do you prefer the specials as 4 separate episodes or one 40 minute movie?
🐉Any theories or predictions?
⚔️Favorite weapon or power?
🪷What dub of the show do you prefer?
🔥Favorite villainous faction?
💫Favorite dynamic?
🙈Unpopular opinions?
🎵Favorite piece of music or leitmotif?
🧡💙Do the Gold and Silver Demons have British or Australian accents?
📈Overrated character?
📉 Underrated character?
🍃Any headcanons?
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thomas 💫 | arbo🍄 | cinny ✍🏻 | percy 🦈| V | grace | firefly | lea 🌑| hera | ally ❤️ | maya 🩵💅🏻| violet | ophelia 💛| ara | etse 📈 | addison 🎸💘 | jenny | emma | bea | hana | silver | myna | insiya | nadine | berry |
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copperbadge · 1 year
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Ancient Roman jewelry lost in the bath! My favourite juxtaposition of art, history and human foibles. Thank you, Sam! 😊💕🖼 Will anyone in Askazer-Shivadlakia be turning up ancient Roman jewelry? 💍 Or ancient Roman garum (fish pickle) jars? A-S would’ve been a prime site for ggarum production. 🐟🏺
I have been stashing away so many articles about Roman ruins and remains, you have no idea :D They'll find more olive oil than garum, but so far I haven't written a ton on it, so it's yet to develop fully.
While it'll involve a great deal of Jerry and Alanna, as it's on Jerry's estate, it's going to be the romance for Richard, the palace librarian, and whatever archaeologist he manages to turn up to excavate it. Not super fleshed out yet but I do have some fun business with the initial discovery.
Ioanna/Joan, a young teen who we will meet first in Royals-Ramblers when Gregory and Eddie adopt her, has been assigned by Gregory to help her uncle and grandfather sort things out, and she and Michaelis have pressganged Richard into helping.
"Definitely a floor, then?" Jerry asked.
"I mean, I can't see what else it would be," Richard said thoughtfully. "Like His Grace, I'd need to look a few things up before I made a definitive call, but...it looks early to me. I assume you're going to have it excavated, we'd know a lot more if we could see more." 
"Hoping you could help with that," Jerry said. "Anyone got any ideas on how we go about excavation? Who do we call for things like this?"
"I'll speak to one of my old professors, he'll know," Richard said.
"If it's a floor, would it still be safe to walk on?" Joan asked. "Or would all the -- "
"Tesserae," Richard said. 
"Would they chip or crack?"
"Well, they're designed to be walked on. Looks like the grout is pretty well-preserved. Stone is stone -- if it were later they might be glass or terracotta, and then I'd worry, but -- "
Richard broke off, and all three men chorused Joan! in various tones of dismay as she propped herself on her hands, kicked her legs out in front of her from a crouch, and landed lightly on the blue and white tile. 
"Yep, pretty durable," she said.
"Ioanna," Michaelis said, voice deep with disapproval. She gave him a cheeky grin. "I did not teach you to ask forgiveness instead of permission so you could tromp around on a priceless ancient Roman floor!" 
"Joan, please," Richard said. 
"You said yourself the grout's fine. Seems durable to me," she said, crouching again to get a closer look. 
"If this were Noah, he'd already have fallen through a sinkhole," Michaelis said to Jerry.
"If this were Noah he'd be much better behaved," Jerry said pointedly. 
"I don't know about that," Michaelis sighed. "Joan, do try not to move around too much." 
"Look, you can see all the layers," she said, running a finger up the wall of dirt at the edge of the pit. 
"That's the stratigraphy. If you're going to be down there, you might as well take some pictures," Richard told her. She nodded, snapping a few with her cellphone, then tucked it in her back pocket, frowning. She reached out, brushing at a small patch of dirt near the bottom, and came away with something in her hand. Michaelis covered his eyes with his palm, sighing. 
"Here you are, Richard," she said, straightening. "Pull me up."
Richard reached down and grasped her arm; Jerry, instinctively, grasped her other above the elbow, and together they lifted her out. She wasn't very tall, and she was still slimmer than her fathers liked; it wasn't difficult. 
"This ought to help," she said, pressing the object into Richard's hand. He studied it, blinking. 
"What is it?" Michaelis asked.
"It's a coin," Joan replied. 
Richard looked up at them. 
"It's a silver denarius," he said. "It's what would become the penny, eventually."
"Good luck to me," Joan observed.
Richard pushed the denarius up between thumb and forefinger, studying both sides. Leaning close, it wasn't difficult to see the writing surrounding the little bust on the coin.
"Does that say Augustus?" Jerry asked, awed.
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mal-likes-biscuits · 4 months
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I gotta ask - did u give D4 Mal-insert black hair as a nod to Lore Things? ~🐟
It's a nod to where his character would start again, predominately. When I was doing character creation I was thinking a lot about why Mal would be there, beyond me just wanting to have fun walking around a necro that looks like him.
Because Sanctuary in D4 is understandably very different from the Sanctuary Mal is from. I genuinely like the setting and appreciate why some things were retconned from D3 -- notably the damage Malthael actually did in the world.
Mal fucked up pretty bad, where he's from. Him and the reapers flattened Westmarch. They did notable damage in other major cities, and had the Nephalem not stopped them, they would have proceeded to walk over every other mortal on the planet. But the majority of his forces were in Westmarch, because that is where the Nephalem began to oppose him, so that's where more of the reapers went.
It's pretty clear at the end of D3 that Malthael didn't do any sort of world-level devastation to Sanctuary. But in D4, we've been told by the developers that 90% of the world's population has died since D3 50 years prior, predominately killed off by the reapers.
It's no wonder Sanctuary is so rough. The entire world has been trying to survive and rebuild while being assaulted by anything threatening left. Toss in Lilith and Inarius' forces to the mix, and it's a (not legit) miracle anyone is alive.
What would bring Mal there? Mal ends up back on Sanctuary in all my stories because the sound of mortals is louder than the Arch. (The Arch has been corrupted and is failing, after all, whether it's obvious how bad at the time or not.) Particularly, he hears the sound of mortals trying so desperately to live and survive, just like he wants to do. There's a large amount of them .... near Westmarch, where the survivors of his attack settled.
You see how this happened, there?
Who knows the state of the Arch in D4. Would he hear it? Would he even exist to hear mortals? One thing remains common though, between the two worlds, and that there's no shortage of people trying to live.
I'm not sure where he wakes up in Sanctuary, exactly. Or how long he wanders. But it's not the Mal we know. This is Malthael. Possibly sane, possibly not. And he is surrounded by the breathtaking scope of just how badly he's ruined this world.
And that's how we start back right at the beginning. Black hair with flecks of growing silver, as he gradually is dragged back into the Eternal Conflict whether he wants it or not.
This is not a happy story. There's no Nephalem cultural capital, no explosive growth from darkness. No librarian.
But it would still be a very Diablo story, because at its heart, D4 is about what mortals do to survive. They're all heroes in their own story. Broken, dirty, caked in blood, but alive in spite of everything's attempts to write their epilogue.
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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 10~
There are so many thoughts in his head that the dragonfish sith feels like he is drowning in them as he swims out of the tunnels. It was impossible for him to literally drown, but he was...
Maul had not spoken to another sentient at length since that final conversation with his master on Coruscant, all those years ago. Now, only in these strange circumstances, he is realizing that his nemesis is a better conversationalist than Sidious. He was interesting and he… he asked questions. He listened when Maul spoke…
It was.
It felt…
Kenobi had talked for hours with him, of stewjoni and zabrak, of favorite foods and weather patterns, about all variety of things lost to him from the world above. Words and ideas refreshed themselves as conversation flowed, and Maul felt… he felt… like he was being restored in some subtle, expansive way.
They did not speak of sith and jedi things, but, perhaps another time. Oh yes, they had so much time, now. They had forever.
He was pleased with himself for keeping the jedi, for belaying final vengeance. Kenobi had taken Maul's destiny away. Was it not poetic that he was now owner of the other man's?
Yes, yes it was.
Smiling with his many excellent teeth, the dragonfish sith finds his way out from the caves and out into open water. From there, he swims further from the coast, away from fruit trees and civilization, and into the craigs of a grand trench.
Deep in the winding rocks, was the source of the glowing moss he had collected and replanted to create the dim but functional lighting of his home. Harvesting more was dull, repetitive work. Perfect for keeping his hands busy so his mind could think.
And oh, he has so very many thoughts. So many ideas.
Maul loses hours stewing in his own head, hunting down and bundling up square after square of bioluminescent mossy sod for transplant.
The sith's preoccupation is, without a doubt, why his hand closes around a pufferfish to get it out of the way of where he's working.
It panics and balloons outward, spikes pricking his skin. Then the stupid thing bites him.
He snarls, backhanding the aggravating thing away so hard it disappears into the gloom.
Maul shakes his hand out, annoyed by the stinging, and returns to gathering. The moss grows in disparate small clumps. He swims from one to the next, hunting them by the light they produce. Some are easily uprooted, others are entrenched and not worth the effort.
The dragonfish sith sees another such batch of radiance off through the craigs, and heads for it, his previous findings tucked under one arm.
He runs into a wall.
“Mmngg?” Maul grunts, recoiling from the surprise. Bubbles escape his mouth at the vocalization.
They're so… pretty.
The silvery orbs wibble and wobble, shimmering as they rise upward.
Why are they leaving?
…he did not give them permission to leave!
Maul swims upward, trying to catch the bubbles. His snatching grab only breaks them up into smaller bubbles, like fizz. The world narrows down to him, his hand, and the disobedient silver balls.
What follows is a slippery, slidey, unfocused stretch of time where Maul rediscovers bubble physics anew. At length. Gleefully. He notices, somewhere in there, that his lips and fingers tingle. His throat feels warm. Then, he realizes his moss is missing.
The dragonfish sith swims in a circle, spiraling until he spots a lumpy glow down below. He had dropped them! Maul swims that way like a drunk whale, getting closer, and closer, and the glow is getting so big, and closer, and-
He mashes his face into the plush mound of light. Who knew light was so fluffy? Slick and floof and good.
Yes, moss is very very good. So Good.
It glows!
Maul gathers up all of his new favorite thing into a ball, and holds it to his chest as he turns for home. At some point he loses track of where he is or where he's going, then finds it, then loses it again. He ends up back at the warren of his caves, enters, and then gets lost in them too.
An indeterminate amount of time later, the dragonfish sith finds a Kenobi.
KenobiKenobiKenobiKenobi.
Swimming is very hard, but land-swimming is even harder. He persists, because he must show the Kenobi his MOSS.
The jedi looks up at him, waking from a doze beside the magma ball. Maul gurgles gleefully, and dumps the pile of luminous fuzz on him.
“Moss!” he declares, then also drops himself on the pile as well.
“What in th- oof! Ff, Mhh-” the jedi flails underneath it all, “Maul!”
It takes him a minute to remember how his mouth works. He forgets for a moment there, but that is understandable. He has forgotten many things.
“Mmmmmmossss!” Maul howls when he figures it out, then rubs his face on the slick fluff.
“Have you lost your mind?” Kenobi accuses, unburying himself and getting some distance.
The jedi does not understand, and that is terrible. He must understand! Who else will understand? No one!
Maul picks up a very nice hunk of moss, and puts it on Kenobi’s head. “This is the best thing,” he tells the man firmly, “It is good.”
The jedi’s brows furrow, his arms crossing. “The… moss?”
“Yessss,” Maul hisses, picking up another chunk to stack on his own head. It catches on his horns, and trails over his ear fins. Now he glows too!
“... are you…” Kenobi starts, then stops, squinting at him.
Maul falls over into the remaining pile of aquatic fluff, arm spread wide, and rolls in it.
“... are you high?” the jedi asks incredulously.
Maul thinks about this very seriously, before replying. “We are below sea level, so no.”
The other man takes the moss off his head with a grimace, drops it into the pile, and crosses his arms. “You know that's not what I meant. Have you taken something… recreational?”
He doesn't know that word. “Reee, reeecreee, reehhhkrre…” Maul gathers up a ball of moss, and throws it in the air. It smacks wetly into the ceiling before falling back down. He giggles.
“Force. You did.”
“No you did!” Maul replies, not sure what they are talking about, but happy to be talking. He also just liked being right.
Kenobi kneels down to his level, and sets hands on either shoulder. “I won't ask how you got it, but… what did you even take?”
The dragonfish sith leans in, grinning, tail curling around the jedi's knees. Then he whisper-shouts, “I took a Kenobi!” and snatches the man up.
His jedi sputters, flailing, yelling his name and trying to escape, but oh no, nooooo. There shall be no escape for the Kenobi.
Maul pins him on the carpet of luminous mass. “Hnnnnn~ I am keeping you. You are clever and interesting and good. You are good and moss is good and this is perfect. You talk! Yessss. You are so good.”
Kenobi's eyes widen, his face changing colors again, from cream to splotchy red. Maul runs his claws over the swathe of it, fascinated. As he does, the crimson strain spreads.
"It changes..." he gushes.
With a groan the jedi eventually gives up struggling, his bipedal frame no match for the strength that Maul had stolen from the tides.
“Ye gods,” Kenobi says to the ceiling, limp in his coils.
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A good soldier
Chapter 6
Chapter 1 and Chapter 5
🐟 Synopsis: You find out why you've been kidnapped by Lyle
🐟 characters: Quaritch Recom, Waynfleet Recom
🐟 Themes: same as the last chapter. A bit of cursing, roughing around but nothing serious.
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He leads you along a small pathway clearly being trampled along before. To the left of you is the churned ground with sometimes little peace of cloth or spears peaking out of it. To your right is the bark of the gigantic tree Lyle is leading you. More powerful then anything you have seen on earth, but like the plants around you he didnt emmit any of the glowing and alive energy you were so use to seeing on Pandora.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity to you and your feet Lyle stops and tells you to wait. As he says that you watch him disappear between a small rift in the big treebark before you. Watching him both worried and intrigued you wonder what exactly his reason in bringing you hear might have been. Surely it wasnt just friendliness and a good heart since these words could describe anyone BUT the team working in Project Phoenix. You get a slight feeling that it might have something to do with more then just him however you dont trust much in Lyles abilities to think beyond his orders
But you dont get much time to ponder that thought further since you see Lyle appearing much higher up then he was before between two branches above you.
“All clear, you can follow me now. Shouldn't be hard for you, little human.” he shouts at you in a militaristic manner gesturing between the branches to show you the way.
You sigh as you squeeze yourself through the same pieces of bark that he disappeared into.
“I swear if this isnt at least blowing my mind your gonna have more then just the Navi as your enemy.”
But there's no need for him to answer as he just smiles at you when you finish your torturous climbing experience and balance on the branch beside him. Its almost like one of those old comics you knew from Earth as you literally have to stop your jaw from falling straight through the floor. 
In a big opening between the upper branches of the tree, that looks just like a lightning bolt tore it open, you can see weakly glowing strings of pulsating silver energy. 
Of course you knew right away what that was, still you couldn't stop yourself from being mesmerized by their beauty. Like the beating veins of a heart, you could see small silver slithers of light passing through them.
“This is incredible Lyle. How did you even find that? It's impossible..” you mutter as you shake your head in disbelief. “They are the living and breathing connecting to Eywa this is the nervous system of the jungle. Straight to the tree of souls and everywhere else. It takes incredible accuracy to lay that open, or just sheer luck.” 
“Oh well, to me it looked just like those fiber optic cables we had for wifi back home. But whatever you say doc. Now that I've shown you that surely you must be incredibly thankful to me aren't you?” Lyle scoffs, not even remotely considering any scientific importance that nearly takes your breath away.
“Yeah of course Lyle” you nod completely fascinated by your discovery, inching as close to it as you can.
“Now if that isnt something I like to hear. Then ive already got something in mind that youll love to hear,” he says grinning even more menacingly just behind your back.
“Sure whatever.” you mange to answer him just before your hand finally gets close enough to the threats to touch them.
As soon as you do it seems like your mind is pulled out of your body. A whole helicopter seems to be pulling you toward the tree but your body is frozen in place. Just as the world turns black before your eyes, the last thing you hear is Lyles not so smug voice calling your name. 
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