#time to put my hippocampus to work

[lilacthebooklover]

goodnight moral worms i'm transcending to a higher plane of existence for the night

#sayonara suckers #get on my level #mortal worms #goodnight #see you never you little internet scrunklicles #unlike you i am a real person #or am i #silly #or is it #time to put my hippocampus to work #tumblr trash #we'll see how i feel in the morning #psychology #OR IS IT

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ A New Brother?!

content: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader fic (ft. my baby boy tyson) warning: i wanna say none but i dont trust myself, language probs author's note: okay okay so this one was the first winner!! the rest will follow in order with how many votes they got and such. but first LETS PUT A LITTLE RESPECT ON TYSONS NAME YALL THAT'S MY SON OF POSEIDON FR FR HES JUST A LITTLE GUY I CANT-

“dude! dude! dude!” y/n called as she ran from the big house toward percy, who was sitting on the steps outside of cabin three with annabeth, both of them looking up at her yells.

“bro! bro! bro!” percy called back with a laugh, sharing a look with annabeth, who shook her head at the two siblings as she went back to her architectural sketches for something.

“i’ve got news!” y/n cheers, standing before percy with her hands pulled up to her chest and an unbeatable smile on her lips. percy motioned for her to go on, looking at her suspiciously.

“my favorite brother will be joining us at camp for the next three days,” y/n announced, proudly, causing percy to jump up to his feet too.

“no way! what?” he cheered, the two of them soon jumping in a circle. annabeth laughed at them, getting joy from their joy. leo had walked over at some point, looking at the children of poseidon with concern. annabeth waved him over to sit next to her, giving them the perfect view of the excited teens.

“what did i miss?” leo questioned, unable to take his eyes off the pair but turning his head towards annabeth.

“tyson, their brother, is coming to stay at camp for a few days. they don’t see him very often because he works with the cyclops with their father, so they tend to get a bit excited,” annabeth explained with a shrug. leo nodded, having already been told about tyson by y/n. she loved to rave about him, proudly showing the picture of him she kept in her cabin at any needed moment.

“i call dibs on snack duty! you didn’t even get anything good last time,” y/n insisted, pointing at percy as they sat down next to their respective significant others, both a little out of breath and sweaty, but smiling nonetheless.

“whatever. tyson liked those pickle chips,” percy huffed, jokingly rolling his eyes.

“yeah, but i did not like the smell of your guys' breath,” y/n replied, scrunching her face up, which earned her a laugh.

“okay, okay, fair. so i'm on movie duty then?” percy questioned and y/n nodded.

“yes, cause tyson’s on fort duty, duh,” answered y/n before she spun in leo’s arms and looked up at him, who looked down at her with a raised brow and a smile

“hi, hey,” she rapidly shot out before pressing her lips against his and promptly pulling back.

“gross!” percy called, earning him an elbow against his rib from annabeth.

“please, i was tortured by you two for like five summers, i’ve earned my dues,” y/n replied, squinting at the two with a glare.

“fair enough.”

tyson showed up a few days later, a large dopey smile on his face as he waved the hippocampus that gave him a ride away. y/n and percy were, obviously, the first to greet him and get him settled in their cabin. most of the older campers knew tyson or at least knew of him, so they weren’t really too phased by the cyclops being at camp. it was the younger ones who took a little more time, but with how sweet tyson was it really wasn’t a problem. leo had gotten caught up in the forges, annabeth having asked him if he could roadtest something for her, which sent him down a rabbit hole of trying to figure it out.

“leo?!” y/n’s voice called through the forge, leo’s eyes moving from the twisted metal in front of him to the girl standing in the doorway of the forge, along with a bulkier and taller figure.

“hey, honey. give me a minute, yeah?” he called as both of his hands were occupied. he didn’t hear anything in response but he trusted that she was probably just showing tyson some of the new projects or something like that. after a bit, leo walked up, shoving his goggles up and dusting his hands off on his once white shirt.

“leo, this is tyson, my brother. tyson, this is leo, my boyfriend,” y/n introduced, gesturing between the two. leo held his hand out to the cyclops, smiling widely.

“hey, man, nice to meet you. y/ns, here, loves to rave about you,” mused leo before he was promptly pulled into a bone crushing huge.

“right, sorry, tyson’s a hugger,” y/n winced, forgetting to mention that to leo, who groaned as he was let go. he shot a look at the girl, who giggled quietly behind her hand.

“a new brother! very exciting, sister, and he can build things!” tyson cheered, happily nodding his head. leo blushed at the insinuation and y/n coughed, opening her mouth to correct him.

“oh, tyson, he’s not- we’re not- he’s just my boyfriend. when…when we get married, he’d be your brother,” y/n tried to explain, her voice catching on the word ‘when.’ then she shared a look with leo, which just solidified her ‘when’ and not ‘if.’

“oh,” tyson frowned, his eyebrows furrowing and leo had a feeling tears would be next.

“y/n mentioned you work in forges, right? come on, i’ll show you what i’m working on, could use some help,” leo redirected, easily, nodding his head back towards the forges. tyson’s eye lit up and he looked over at y/n for permission, but she was looking at leo with a melty and soft look in her eyes.

"sister?"

“hmm? oh, yeah, you’re good, tyson. just bring him back to percy and i before dinner, okay, lee?” y/n asked and leo gave her a salute, which tyson mimicked with a little laugh. y/n watched them go, her heart full of love and a blinding smile on her face.

right before dinner, percy and y/n were making their way towards the forge to pick up tyson, but tyson came running out of the forge in excitement, something clasped safety in his large hands. the siblings shared a look as leo trailed after him.

“percy! y/n! look!” he proudly cheered, stopping before the two and unfurling his hands to reveal a small metallic horse sculpture. he squealed in excitement on seeing it again.

“wow! super cool, tyson!” percy cheered, clapping the cyclops on the back.

“you make that yourself or did leo?” y/n jumped in, beaming a smile between her boyfriend and little brother.

"oh, all tyson. i only helped here and there," leo mused, holding his hands up with a wide smile and a wink to you and percy.

"yup. all me," tyson echoed, clearly having grown fond of leo in the past few hours.

"good job, buddy! wanna go show annie?" percy offered with a wide smirk, which had tyson nodding his head and following after his brother. you stayed behind with leo, watching your siblings go as leo wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

"thank you. for hanging out with him today," you whispered and you could feel leo shrug as he pressed a kiss to your shirt clad shoulder.

"course. he's a good guy and handy in the forges. being fireproof tends to be helpful," leo replied and you giggled, turning to make eye contact with him.

"and you'd know all about that, huh?" you taunted and leo rolled his eyes, releasing his hands from you, which just caused you to laugh harder.

"whatever. and to think, i made you a present!" huffed the son of hephaestus, turning his nose up at the girl.

"ooo, what'd ya make?" she questioned, poking at his side with her fingers.

"no. mean girlfriend's don't get gifts," added leo, trying to dodge the attack of her fingers the best he could.

"c'mon, don't be that way, pretty boy," you pouted, batting your eyes at him in a way that had leo instantly folding, reaching back into his tool belt with a tiny shake of his head.

"that's an abuse of power," he stated before presenting you with a metal lily, delicately sculpted and stretched out of metal. and you were instantly swooning, gently caressing it with your fingers before darting your wide eyes up to him.

"only the longest lasting flowers for my girl," leo added, winking with a smirk. you rolled your eyes but clutched the flower to your chest like it was your child.

"y/n! stop flirting and come help with the snacks!" percy called, giving you a pointed look and setting a hand against his hip like a mother. you huffed at him, sticking your tongue out before turning to leo and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"you're the sweetest boy, valdez," you whispered to the skin of his cheek before racing off, shouts that you'll make it to cabin three first, which sent both of your brothers barreling after you. leo watched this with a smile and a blush slowly rising to where your lips had been.

yeah, he was going to marry this girl. tyson'd throw a fit if he didn't. and he just couldn't have that, could he?

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #percy jackson #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez

[ryukatters]

def gojo, but also toji and maybe y’all are like competing assassins who run into eachother sometimes

⟡ word count: ~700

⟡ a/n: your brain is so big

⟡ Based on this ask

Your target is right ahead of you.

Just a few more feet, the two of you will be away from any wandering eyes and security cameras— and you’ll be in the clear to take him out with a single blow.

It’s an older gentleman— a local politician, you’ve been told, with connections to the black market. Made a few people working underground unhappy with some new laws passed. So you’ve been ordered to execute him.

You get jobs like this all the time. You don’t necessarily like what you do, but you don’t necessarily hate it either. It’s something that brings food to the table, allows you a roof over your head. Despite your unconventional career, it’s actually pretty stable, given your high success rate and gracious recommendations from satisfied clients.

Stable, as long as you’re the one actually doing the killing.

You blink once and suddenly your politician has a bullet going straight through his skull.

“You’ve gotta be faster than that, sweetheart.”

The politician’s body hits the floor with a dull thud. You hardly pay attention because all you hear is the rush of blood in your eardrums and all you can see is that annoying smirk on that stupid face of his.

Damn him.

You stomp towards Toji angrily, pointing an accusing finger into his (well-built) chest, “That was my target, you freak!”

“Was it? Well that’s too bad. Looks like you’ll have to pick up another job elsewhere,” he sneers. “Think you could make a pretty penny with those tits of yours.” He stares down at them pointedly. You feel your cheeks burn from humiliation.

“Oh fuck off, Fushiguro.”

“I’d much rather fuck you.”

Toji Fushiguro: a quick, money hungry, infamous assassin. Or, as you often call him— a pain in the ass. Your ass specifically, since he seems to have a tendency to sabotage all of your missions.

He’d argue that he simply has a penchant for pretty things, and you’re a high he has yet to come down from.

“You’re deplorable,” you spit, arms crossing over your chest. “A waste of space. Are you really so broke that you feel the need to steal someone else’s kill? Maybe you’re the one that needs to pick up a gig at the local strip club.”

Your words do nothing— they bounce off him as if he were a wall of solid steel. He might as well be. Nothing could ever penetrate Toji, physically and emotionally.

“So everyone can see the scratches you leave on my back?” He sneers, taking a step closer. He smells like sweat and cheap cologne. It’s intoxicating. “Dunno why you’re pretendin’ to hate me s’much with the way you’re creamin’ on my cock all the time.”

“Maybe because that’s the only redeeming quality you have,” you bite back. Toji merely chuckles, as if the venom spewing from your lips lacks virulence. And maybe it does.

“You’re pretty spunky today, baby. You know how much it turns me on when you put up a fight.”

You let out a growl, swinging your arm to punch him, but he’s gone from your sight before you even get the chance to land a blow. That’s the second time you’ve missed tonight.

He appears behind you before you can react.

Toji presses a kiss to the nape of your neck, relishing in the way you suppress a shiver as he leans down to his whisper in your ear, “Gotta be faster than that, sweetheart.”

You hate him. You remind yourself that every single time you see him.

“Bring that attitude with you tonight and see where that gets you,” he murmurs, allowing himself a rough nip at your jugular— a little taste of the inevitable. “You know where to find me.”

The words ring in your mind, each syllable being burned into your hippocampus with every passing second. You make quick work of delivering the corpse to your handler before you’re off to find a certain assassin.

Toji Fushiguro would ruin your life. Yet for some reason, you can’t find it in you to push him away when he calls.

#I have such a hard time characterizing toji for some reason but here you go #kat answers #kat’s writing #kat’s demon time #toji x reader #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n

[joeyleesblog]

Where is my existence?

Notices: feeling of depersonalization and panic attack.

......................................

I will wake up soon. Was Spider's persistent thought, but even that seemed far off. The confusion and shock that had hit him like an ocean wave this morning now felt like calm waves, gently rolling up the coast and back out to sea. They were still there, but they didn't seem to be swallowing Spider anymore.

Or maybe he had drowned and his consciousness was fading. It could be...

"Hey Spider." Spider blinked and blinked again, Jake's voice snapping him out of the stupor he was in. The boy looked up into the man's face and stared at him for a few seconds before opening his mouth and the words spilling out.

"Hey."

Jake smiled softly, but if it was to reassure Spider, it wasn't working. Not with the sirens in the back of his mind telling him this wasn't the Jake he knew. Not after the war, not after Neteyam.

Oh, Eywa. Neteyam.

The gentle waves were starting to crash harder and suddenly his breath came faster as he remembered why his breakdown had caused him to cut his hand out of sheer desperation and disbelief. Neteyam was dead, he was with Eywa now. Spider witnesses this with his own eyes. So how the hell was Neteyam apparently alive? It had to be a dream or his hallucination, except that when his hand touched his brother's chest, he felt flesh and bone under his skin.

Screw everything. I went crazy.

"Spider!"

Spider jumped a little, looking wide-eyed at Jake, who had his brows furrowed, as well as his mouth. Oh no, he was irritated.

"Sorry." but it sounded distant even to his ears. "I'm sorry. I… I don't…" I feel like I've lost my mind. I feel like I'm going to explode. I feel like I'm not where I should be.

Jake looked at him intently for a moment, then sighed wearily and sat down on the bed beside him, his big blue hand coming to rest on the back of Spider's neck in a soft caress, making the boy melt almost automatically.

"Norm said there's nothing wrong with your head." Jake's voice was calm. "The blow caused a severe concussion, but did not cause any brain damage or trauma. The blow also did not affect the hippocampus."

"So am I okay?" Because he didn't feel well at all, to tell you the truth. Jake seemed to have the same thought, by the look on his face.

"What do you remember?"

Warm. Very hot, as if there were flames all around you, then the feeling of falling and the air being knocked out of your lungs.

"From falling and not being able to breathe"

Jake confirmed his words with a nod.

"Yes. You fell out of the tree and hit your head on the root. We took you to Moat, but I wanted to make sure you didn't have a brain or spinal injury, so I took you to Norm for a scan. The tests didn't reveal anything serious, but it's been two days since you were still unconscious. I was very worried, but Norm couldn't find anything wrong."

"Did I fall out of a tree?" Spider questioned, doubt in his tone.

"Yes son."

Spider ignored what that word did in his chest. It wasn't time.

"Is that all that happened?"

"Yes, why?" Jake asked, quite intrigued by the answer.

"No reason" Spider decided to put that aside for now, not being in a mental condition to seek answers even for himself. He just wanted this madness to end. "Can I go to my room? I want to sleep in a more comfortable place."

Jake's ears perked up at he question.

"Did you mean the Marui?"

Spider looked at him with obvious confusion on his face.

"No?" It was hard to sleep on the Marui when Neytiri's gaze burned into his back, so he finally decided it wasn't worth testing the woman's tolerance and found his own corner. On rare occasions, he would head straight back to the Inferno Gate to sleep in his old room.Norm and Max ensured it would remain his for as long as he wanted.

"Spider." Jake's tone was very careful. "It's been a while since you've had a room here, buddy."

Jake's words hit Spider like a violent wave.

"No." He simply said. "I've had a room here since I was a kid."

Jake's tail was starting to wag.

"Son, not you. You sleep with us on the Marui."

"Since when?"

"Since...since when? Since you were little! Don't you remember?"

Spider never slept with the Sullys as a child, no matter how many times his siblings begged their parents to. He was not welcome.

"No." He got up from the table and started walking towards the exit.

"Hey, hey. Where are you going?" Jake went after him and grabbed his shoulder, but Spider backed away.

"I have a room here." He could hear the hysteria in her voice. "I will show you."

"Spider..."

"I will show you!" And he walked purposefully through the halls to his room, followed by Jake.

Everything will be alright. Everything will be fine. Yes. Spider repeats to himself, trying to calm the panic rising in his chest. My room is there, as usual. Norm and Max haven't changed. They promised. They would have told me.

When they reached the room, Spider didn't hesitate to open the door and walk in, expecting, hoping, to be greeted with his things.

There were several boxes in that room, but there was nothing of yours.

"What?" he asked breathlessly. "Where, where are my things? Where is it?!

"Son, hey, calm down" Jake took him by the shoulders and turned him so that the boy was facing him. "Like I said, you don't have a room here. Your things are at the Marui."

Spider shook his head. It wasn't right, it just wasn't. "No, no, no. I've always lived here, I, I..."

"When you were a baby and there wasn't a mask that fit you." Jake explained.

"No." He couldn't say any more. "You're wrong! You're not Jake! Who the hell are you?!"

"Spider, hey! Stop it! Son..."

"I'm not your son! Let me go!"

"Shit! Norm!"

It's wrong. It's all wrong. But what went wrong? What?

"Norm! Spider, please calm down!"

"Jake, what the hell is going on?!"

"I don't know!"

The fight was starting to leave Spider's body, as well as his consciousness, for some reason. The last thing he heard was Jake and Norm's voices arguing in the background and then everything went dark.

...

Post 1, Post 2 , Post 4

#avatar the way of water #jake sully #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #spider miles socorro #spider avatar #norm spellman #norm avatar

[adultswim2021]

Aqua Teen Hunger Force #89: “Rabbot Redux” | February 8, 2010 - 12:00AM | S08E02

Happy Space Ghost day, everyone! 30 dang years with our great guy. Wow! Seems like as good a day as any to start this shit up again. To the small-yet-still-dwindling number of people who read my shit: Hi! Real life is having it’s way with me right now, so please know I’m instituting a hard-and-fast “will update when I feel like it” rule to this thing for the right-now. So, please don't expect this to be a nightly blog. It'll be more like a "nighty" blog, as in "nighty-night", because it will be angelically and perfectly asleep most of the time. Thank you. 

It’s Rabbot Redux: a fairly unnecessary explanation for what happened directly after the events of the live-action episode. It turns out the Aqua Teens drove their moving van two doors down, to the other house next to Carl’s. Not a lot happens; Neil unpacks while Rick and Vivian fight over which room is theirs. Shake immediately claims the bathroom, not realizing it’s a bathroom. Meatwad gets a luxurious room with a salad bar and a harem.

Eventually Rabbot (from before) shows up with a housewarming gift. He then crushes the Aqua Teens’ house, forcing them to go back to the old house. Schooly D shows up and sings a new theme song (which is also used over the opening sequence). This one calls back a lot of stuff from Rabbot, like Carl working out of the home, and “dancing is forbidden”.

This one isn’t especially groundbreaking, and it’s a little puzzling that they felt the need to write themselves out of that "hole". Normally they’d just ignore stuff like that and relish the show's lack of continuity. Not only did they air an episode between the two episodes (a Christmas special), but they also put it on DVD with multiple episodes between this and the Live-Action episode; I’m guessing in some production order or something. It's striking how little these guys care, sometimes. It's weird to see them dutifully tie up a thread.

This one is fairly funny, though. There’s nothing egregiously bad in it. The biggest smile I did was the part when Shake started berating Frylock about sucking his stuff. Shake is a nasty guy who says rude stuff :)

EPHEMERA CORNER

FOX on Adult Swim bump (January 11, 2010)

Hey, here's something fun and--what luck! I am telling you about it: At this time, Adult Swim was airing episodes of Family Guy shortly after they premiered on Fox, and they had a significant viewership on both channels. In the episode "Big Man on Hippocampus", they aired a fake Adult Swim bumper (intended to mess with Fox watchers) as they went to commercial, making a joke about confusing their viewers into which network they were watching. When the episode aired on Adult Swim, they followed it up with a Fox-style promo instead of their normal bumper. Fun fact: I once spoke to somebody who was writing on an Adult Swim show and they entertained the idea of doing a fake Adult Swim bumper, and asked me if any other shows had done that. I told them "even Family Guy has" because I happened to catch this bit. Took the wind out of those sails.

MAIL BAG

oh wow she's straight-up married to the mindless self indulgence guy. woof

LOL

Hello Mister Swim! What if I called you Mister Swim all the time, like you were Mr. Moviefone? Would that be a treat?

Yeah, it would be a nice treat. Thank you for being so nice to me.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #aqua teen hunger force #Youtube

[pope-neuro]

Give headcanon for merc.

(Sorry I been taking so long to get to these, I’ve been dealing with the sudden death of my baby bird, life has been kinda terrible this week)

NOTE: There will be some suggestive stuff in here but most of it is for comedic purposes

General merc headcanons:

Scout:

-my boi got adhd like you would not believe

-The poor bastard cannot focus on anything for the life of him, no matter how hard he tries

-One of the reasons why he has trouble with reading, he was never really able to focus enough to figure it out, as that’s something that takes a LOT of time and a LOT of focus.

-Really talented artist tho! He loves drawing and keeps a sketchbook or two in his room! He likes to doodle before bed each night, it helps him calm down

-Somehow gay and homophobic at the same time

-Would absolutely lose his shit over the blue lobster meme no matter how old it gets

Soldier:

-My goofy ahh uncle

-The physical embodiment of “he a lil confused, but he got the spirit”

-Bro does not give a FUCK what anyone else thinks and I respect the hell out of that

-The men in his family were all in the military, which is one of the reasons why he’s obsessed

-secretly very insecure that he never actually made it into the official military

-Puts up a front so he can avoid feeling like a disappointment sometimes

-Solly is one of those people that sleeps like a LOG. Literally nothing can wake him up other than his own internal clock, which conveniently goes off at 6am.

-It is at this point in the morning when he goes around the base and attempts to make everyone else get up. Most are not pleased.

-Bi as fuck. He kisses men. He kisses women. He literally does not care, a beautiful person is a beautiful person, son.

-He calls his partner “son”.

Pyro:

-He is my son

-I love my son so much I am so proud of him for just existing.

-Pyro’s name is Ernesto

-His mask is literally just his face, like the plague doctor SCP. What appears to be clothing is actually just his body.

-He is from another planet, and the oxygen in our atmosphere has hallucinatory effects on members of his species

-Poor baby is basically in a haze 100 percent of the time :( but he does his absolute best!

-He literally only wants to spread peace, love, and flower power

-Fire makes him feel nice, because it’s bright and it’s warm. Fire is friendly and comforting. It helps ground him in this strange world.

Demo:

-Under-appreciated as fuck holy shit

-Probably one of the most hardworking people on the team, if not THE most

-This guy is doing multiple jobs at once in addition to his demanding work as a mercenary.

-He’s actually super smart! He may not act like it when he’s super drunk, but he seriously does know what he’s doing

-Chemistry EXPERT. Can he please help me with my chem 101 homework I literally could never. I know he’s smart because chemistry is fucking impossible and he loves the subject

-sometimes works with Engie to develop new types of bombs!

-My theory is that he turned to alcohol in order to cope with the chronic burnout he must be facing by working so many jobs at once. Just helps him check out of life for a while, but unfortunately that comes at the cost of his liver.

-Fr tho how the fuck is he even alive, he drinks HYDROGEN PEROXIDE at one point, which isn’t even related to alcohol at all, it’s literally just a poisonous chemical💀

-I have reason to believe he now has epilepsy as a result of medic damaging his hippocampus while scooping his brain, I made a post about this a while ago if you’re interested in more details

-He is very much in need of a hug

-I love him so much

-You’re doin good lad

Heavy:

-One of the smartest people on the team, despite what you might perceive at first glance.

-The only reason he may sound “dumb” to some people is because English is his second language, and he has a very hard time speaking it.

-Fr tho English sucks, I have no idea how people learn it later in life on their own

-In the Russian dub of meet the heavy, he speaks a lot more eloquently. Definitely strikes me as the type of person to have a PhD in Russian literature.

-His dream was to one day become an author, but mercenary work got in the way because it was the best way to provide for his family overseas.

-He still writes from time to time in a small notebook he keeps by his bed, in the hopes that one day he’ll publish something

-He will

-Gay AF

-The literal definition of a Bear

-His guns are his babies, he literally loves them like they’re his children.

-Honestly I feel that way about my PC so I get it😭

Engie:

-Also a very underrated character

-Ties with medic for Smartest On The Team

-Engie just puts his genius towards more practical (and less unhinged) use

-I mean clearly he’s not TOTALLY stable, he did cut off his own arm to attach the gunslinger

-Always felt the need to prove himself growing up. Because of where he’s from, people tended to assume he was kinda stupid based on stereotypes. He obviously ended up proving everyone wrong.

-Is autistic and has OCD. He needs to do things a certain way or he can get extremely upset, especially in his workshop. It’s his safe space that is not to be invaded unless he is expecting you.

-Acts like a father figure to pyro. Basically the only one who isn’t unsettled by him (other than maybe medic)

-He definitely takes pyro fishing on the weekends

-Very talented singer, but he’ll absolutely deny it if you tell him. He’s super humble about everything

-But nah everyone else always loves to listen to him sing and play the guitar when they’re all hanging out at the fire pit.

-He’s such a dad I love him

Medic:

-Medic is my wife

-Smartest member of the team along with Engie

-Actually very strong! He lifted soldier up by the collar in expiration date, and he’s gotta weigh at LEAST 250.

-Also carries around heavy equipment all day, and is STILL the second fastest runner on the team, only behind scout.

-Medic is actually a pretty big dude. It’s just hard to notice when he’s standing next to heavy who is an actual giant. I think medic is canonically like 6’1 or something. Big dude. Wide shoulder. Booba. 👍

-Of course he looks small when he’s near heavy, EVERYONE looks small standing next to heavy

-Bi medic Bi medic Bi medic Bi medic

-Contrary to popular belief, he DOES indeed have the title of “Doctor”. In order to get a medical license in the first place, you are required to complete med school and obtain an MD or DO degree. Licensure and degrees are two separate things. You can lose a license, but you can’t be stripped of the education you already learned. The title of “Doctor” comes with a degree, not a license, as we have seen with engineer and Heavy’s PhD’s.

-He’s autistic with a special interest in medicine! If he’s not actively in battle, his in his lab working on shit. He LOVES it. It’s basically the only subject he cares about (source: am autistic w/ medical special interest. Am I projecting? Maybe but oh well)

-He very clearly knows what he’s doing, even though his methods are kinda fucked💀

-He’s succeeded in literally raising the dead multiple times in addition to inventing all of his healing devices completely his own.

-Hangs out with Engie when he’s not working on stuff, they both enjoy building/inventing devices and they enjoy talking about their shared special interests. He is closest with Engie and heavy out of everyone on the team.

-The only one that knows pyro is an SCP

-He’s a hoe. A massive hoe

-we are married

Sniper:

-Emotions are scary and Should Not Exist

-Also autistic! The man has literally no idea how to speak to other humans, and talks to himself constantly (am autistic, can confirm)

-MASSIVE introvert, has to retreat to his van a couple times a day to recharge

-He likes to draw birds he sees while on the job!

-Likes plain black coffee which I will never understand it’s so fucking bitter literally wh

-Doesn’t like people to know he’s somehow only 27 years old despite looking like he could be my dad when in reality he’s only like 7.5 years older than me

-He could be my brother but he looks like he could be my dad wtf

-One of those lucky bastards who doesn’t burn in the sun easily, he’s outside constantly

-His ideal place to be would be outdoors on a nice sunny day. A wide open area with no one else around.

-Puts his hat over his face when he sleeps because of course he does

-He Is Not Straight

Spy:

-Pan, poly

-Canonically enjoys his romances “in groups of six”

-Spy hosts orgies guys, valve’s words not mine

-Sigma chad, has fucked your mom and will do it again

-Is not aware that he smells terrible from smoking all the time

-God knows how many children he’s left behind because he’s afraid of staying in any type of committed relationship

-Very similar to sniper in that emotions are Scary

-Speaks every language known to mann

-He absolutely has a sex dungeon. In this video he literally has plans to “remodel his dungeon”:

https://youtu.be/IIoBW__Y8DY

-WHAT OTHER KIND OF DUNGEON WOULD HE HAVE

-ITS A SEX DUNGEON

-HE’S HAD IT LONG ENOUGH THAT IT NEEDS REMODELING

-Probably has the best social skills out of anyone else on the team

-Possibly a sociopath? Or just very good at hiding his intentions and motivations

-Spy is awesome but also I love making fun of him

-Haha skinny legg mann

Im so sorry poor anon asked this like a month ago😭😭 but I wanted to be really thorough with my headcanons!! I hope you like em and feel free to ask me more shit :))

#tf2 shitpost #tf2 medic #tf2 #medic my beloved #medic tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy

[rin-and-jade]

After a while of paying attention to people's content, i got curious and have made my own breakthrough, though doesn't matter of someone knew about it already because i'd still like to share my findings.

Ok, we all know that one usual thing, where we don't remember and will never remember what you did or went or said until someone prompts your memory to finally recall it when they go "hey you remember that time where/when we ___ ?" and you go "OH YEAHHH!..." ?. i have an explanation and some tips though i need people to test it out for me and provide answers please! (because one person can't vouch its effectiveness)

Well, reason is in the hippocampus, that one part which is responsible for memory, and the easy way to explain the process of encoding and retrieving memories is how you write things down in a piece of paper (encoding) and then finding the paper that has the contents of the memory (retrieving). Not to mention that all alter's encoding and retrieval abilities are in a spectrum, that means that some of you won't have problems with remembering but some will too.

So the problem, for those who are bad at recalling things, unless someone prompts the specific memory, it has to do with your encoded memories, it is weak, its like (continuing the previous analogy) the paper that had written the contents has no title, so you have a hard time searching for it because it's not specific enough to retrieve it yourself (assuming you also don't know the contents but only the title that belongs to a certain content). And its usually due to:

Not paying enough attention, so it can't be properly encoded and that affects how hard it is to be recalled.

Getting interfered, when in process of paying attention/memorizing but another new information gets in a way will weaken the existing memory thats being encoded.

Uninterested/no emotional associations, sometimes being apathetic to an important event others care about will not have a great impression so it will only get encoded for short term but not for long term thus harder to be retrieved when needed.

stress/sleep deprivation/exhaustion, does affect how well you encode and be able to retrieve memories though doesn't change anything and will indirectly make things harder for you.

Though not proven how effective it is, i had been using some and another bunch i don't use but learnt from existing informations and tips:

Writing upcoming work/events in a calendar or journal

Rehearsing the same information each day to strengthen encoding and retrieval (i have been doing this twice a day every time and without doubt it works like a charm)

Using associations, either visually or emotionally, so its easier to encode and recall it whenever you need (i also use this for multiple choices in tests, or remembering certain memories from different friends)

Linking, which is putting a new information together with the old information you always remember so its easier to recall (like going to the bathroom and remember you had a new skincare when being in there)

Take pictures so it's easier to remember what you ate, or did, or went to incase you might forget, via visual proof

Think thats all for now folks, i spent days to make this post so please don't let it flop..

- j

#did #dissociative identity disorder #did system #actually did #did osdd #did community #Jeducates

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #62

I said that I might go over some more techniques that I like to use in order to keep my memories and emotions in check. Today I made use of one, so I figured I might as well go over how it works.

I did dishes today, which might not seem like a huge accomplishment at first glance, but given that one of my ribs is out of place on the right side, doing anything that moves the right shoulder typically generates a lot of pain for me; I have to be very careful of how I move, or else it'll start to feel like someone is trying to tear my shoulder blade and my collarbone right out of my body.

Today I was having a bit less pain than usual, so I decided to do the dishes. They've been piling up, and I wanna cook something soon, and it's easier to cook things if the sink is empty, because then I can just put things in there without worrying about it becoming overcrowded. Also, if you're making pasta, the sink has to be empty and scrubbed down so that you can put the pasta strainer on the bottom without worrying about things getting icky.

Unfortunately, I have a lot of trauma when it comes to doing house chores. So if I'm not very careful about keeping my memories in check, my brain will start to wander over to the past, and memories of being screamed at for not doing a good enough job will creep into my mind. The memory of my mother evaluating my work and then berating me for it still looms over me whenever I do anything related to cleaning my house, and if I'm not careful, the feeling of tension will make me forget that I'm not in that world anymore. No one here cares if I miss a speck of dust on the carpet while vacuuming. No one here cares if they find a spot of hard water or even a speck of food on a plate that I washed; they'll just put it back into the sink to be washed again like sane, healthy people - WITHOUT accusing me of being an "ungrateful little fuck" who "is trying to give the whole house botulism" and threatening to send me back to my father's house so that my stepmother can "beat my ass into shape".

As you might guess, housework is very triggering for me. But I can't just not do it. So that means I have to find a way to keep my brain's adrenaline response from going haywire. And make no mistake, I will get an adrenaline response, because my body still remembers the time when nothing I ever did was good enough (even if it was "clean enough", I could always do it "faster" or "more efficiently", and just… ugh… I couldn't win in those days…).

But just because you get an adrenaline response doesn't necessarily mean you have to allow it to rule you. If you know that one is gonna come up, then there's a variety of things you can do to keep it in check and function through it.

The basic premise is that when the adrenaline response begins, the amygdala essentially shuts down the higher thinking parts of the brain in favor of prioritizing one's survival instincts. Anything that one does often enough can end up becoming hard-wired into one's instinctual behavior. So if, for example, you have to fight often in order to survive, the motions eventually become second nature - hard-wired into our instincts so that we don't have to think about it in order to do it with the kind of automaticity required to minimize any hesitation that might kill us. This is precisely why the amygdala will shut down the brain's higher functions; it diverts all resources to itself in order to maximize its speed and efficiency, because the brain has only a limited amount of CPU, so to speak; it can't do a whole lot at once.

Now, normally, if an adrenaline response is unwarranted, the hippocampus (a part of the brain that deals with things like memory encoding and retrieval, and a handful of other stuff) will step up and say, "Yo, come on now, cut it out." And then the amygdala is supposed to be all like, "Oh snap! My bad! Sorry, B! I'll go right back to chillin'."

Unfortunately, for those of us with trauma, we have this giant, beefy amygdala that operates on a hair trigger, and a small, underdeveloped hippocampus that can do fuck-all about it. This is because adrenaline and cortisol (stress hormones, fun fun) are actively neurotoxic; if you live in a situation where you have stress hormones coursing through your body all the time, they will break down other parts of the brain while the over-used amygdala gets super strong and sensitized. Yay, neuroscience, I guess.

So, when one is triggered to the point of being in an adrenaline state, higher functions such as "logical thinking", "empathy", "language processing", "critical thinking", "emotional regulation" and all that fun stuff… these are the first things that the amygdala will toss right out the damn window. This is not a "willpower" thing. It's not a "moral failing". This is basic human biology. It is chemistry and physics. Thinking like a person can "willpower" themselves out of an adrenaline activation is like thinking they can stab themselves in the neck and "willpower" themselves to not bleed out. It's just not how this stuff works.

So for me, in order to survive in the world I was raised in, my instincts became "dissociate" or "lash out in the same way that my caregivers used to lash out at me". These became my instincts because I've either witnessed them or have had to do them countless times. It is literally ground into my brain wiring now. If I'm not very careful, my body will do these things with an automaticity that I have little control over and very much do not like, even though these things are no longer the appropriate thing to do in any of my situations anymore.

…For you, it's combat. It's eliminating the enemy quickly and with prejudice. You have had no choice but to do these things countless times in order to stay alive, so by now, it's ground into your brain wiring. So for someone like you, if you get sufficiently adrenaline-activated, your body is simply going to do the thing that it knows, and the whole time, your awareness is only going to be partially there as you go through the motions of the neural pathway you've been forced to blaze thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of times, even if that's not the appropriate thing to do in a given situation.

…Complex PTSD is SUPER ANNOYING like that. It's absolute fucking garbage. It's like doing an involuntary time travel to your worst possible memories anytime you get stressed out. There's not a whole lot to be done with it other than to manage it, and fortunately, there are LOTS of ways to manage it. You can grind new instincts into your amygdala through deliberately practicing better things, and you can keep choosing the new thing until your brain has no choice but to prune away the connections of the old response. It takes years to do (because it took years to build those neural pathways to begin with), but it's work worth doing.

So, nowadays, when I gotta do housework, I will first weaken my amygdala by putting on tunes and singing as loudly as I can. I'll explain how this works:

Remember when I said that a brain has only limited CPU? It really can only do a few things at once. Singing forces us to activate the speech and language centers of the brain, as well as the creative centers, audio processing centers, and fine motor coordination centers (most people don't think about this, but the coordination required to move the mouth and tongue to speak is absolutely fucking insane). It also forces a person to be intentional and deliberate about their breath; one cannot sing well without being very mindful about breathing deeply and keeping the airways open. If you'll recall, I talked about why breath is important in my previous letter. Singing truly is the most perfect tool for preventing adrenaline activation and flashbacks.

So I'll do the dishes, and my amygdala is gonna try being all like, "ohhh, here we go again; we're about to get our ass handed to us, better sound ALL the alarms before we get got," because that's what it does every goddamn time. Except, I'm already gonna be belting out "City Ruins - Rays of Light" from Nier:Automata, and so my amygdala is not going to have the resources it needs to overpower everything else, because I'm forcing my higher functions to remain active and keeping my breath under control:

I wonder if you noticed the parts where I suddenly became aware that I am recording myself and quavered. I posted it anyway, because it doesn't have to be perfect to be worthwhile. This video should be proof enough that you don't have to be good at singing in order to use this coping skill.

So, I'm sometimes still left with a vaguely uneasy feeling while I do the tasks (this is unpleasant, but manageable), but at very least, my amygdala won't be able to hijack the rest of my brain in service to a narrative that no longer exists, for the purpose of keeping me safe from threats that are no longer present. I like to think that this bit of brain hackery is pretty swanky! Don't you think so, too?

I think that's all I've got for writing today. I had a lovely visitor at my house - a very dear friend of mine - who needed a safe place to help him deal with a situation he's having. I won't get into the details. But I am glad that my house is a safe place where those who are having a difficult time feel like they can go to get a bit of reprieve. I thought I was going to go to the grocery today, but I think I'll do that tomorrow instead.

Remember that you're loved, and please stay safe.

You'll hear from me again soon, I promise.

Your friend, Lumine

#sephiroth #ThankYouFFVIIDevs #ThankYouFF7Devs #ThankYouSephiroth #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii crisis core #final fantasy 7 crisis core #final fantasy crisis core #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #crisis core #ff7r #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy 7 remake #ffvii remake #ff7 remake #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy 7 rebirth #ffvii rebirth #ff7 rebirth #final fantasy 7 ever crisis #ffvii ever crisis #ff7 ever crisis #ffvii first soldier #singing #coping techniques #wholesome

[hartshorn-and-isinglass]

(I see we're toeing a line again, Marve...)

I'm sitting in a front-row seat of the old auditorium, staring at an empty stage dimly lit by a single shaft of light coming through one of the back doors. I hear footfalls as someone makes their way down the rows.

"Is this seat taken?"

It's not the Muse. Not the current one, anyway.

"Wait a minute. What the hell are you doing here?"

They shrug. "Hey, it's your brain. You tell me." They look around. "I haven't seen this part of your head before. How come you never invited me up here?"

"I didn't even know I had an entire-ass auditorium in my head until recently. There's a lot of things I'm discovering about my mind these days. I mean, I didn't even know you were still in my head. But I guess none of you ever really leave, do you."

"Yeah, we're all still here. I've met the other Muses in the break room next to your hippocampus." They slide into the seat next to me. "Seriously though. You look like you've been having a bad day. Do you wanna talk about it?"

My voice cracks. "I'm fine."

"Marve." They put an arm around me. "If I'm here, it's probably because things are not fine."

Hot tears well up in my eyes. I try to laugh it off, but immediately realize the absurdity of trying to conceal my feelings when I'm literally sitting inside my own head next to the manifestation of some aspect of my personality.

"Yeah... okay. I'm not fine. There's a whole bunch of emotional baggage that I've apparently been holding onto since I was in high school, just a mess of weird perfectionism and impostor syndrome and depression and loneliness. That would be why you're here; my brain isn't exactly subtle about like, symbolism and shit."

I lean against them. "You were seriously one of the few good things about my teenage years, you know that, right? I looked up to you because you were like, this absolute fuckin' weirdo who I could relate to and who was also successful." I feel their shoulders heave with a barely suppressed chuckle. "No seriously," I continue. "You gave me hope that there might be a place in the world for me after all."

"There absolutely is a place for you in the world. But you know why? Because you carved one out for yourself. You did that. That's something you can be proud of."

"But now what? What was all that surviving for? When will I finally have something to show for it all?"

"Wait, seriously? You don't think you have anything to show- ohhh. You don't think you have anything good enough for the Muse. That's what this is."

I look up at them. "Hold up. Do I detect a hint of... jealousy?"

"You didn't have any hangups about showing me your work. I'm just wondering out loud what's different this time."

"Oh my God, dude."

"I realize this may sound rich coming from me of all people, but... you don't actually have to impress the Muse just because they inspired you."

"This isn't really about them, though."

"Oh? Because there's a giant corkboard posted in the chart room of your prefrontal cortex labeled 'Five-Year Plan for Getting Noticed by Senpai' that has gone through numerous revisions over the last eight months."

"Who let you into my prefrontal cortex?!"

"Marve, I'm a figment of your imagination. No one's going to badge me when I show up. But back to the point... if you're going to use us as your yardstick for whether or not your limerence has gotten out of hand, I'm going to remind you that you didn't have a five-year plan to get my attention back in the day."

"I didn't plan for anything back then. I didn't see the point. In an alternate timeline I might have, though."

"So you have more control over your life now, but you want to devote it to maybe impressing someone you've never even met?"

"They're a stand-in for me. Until I can like myself enough to be my own motivation again."

"But this limerent devotion isn't helping you if it's making you feel inadequate and anxious."

"At least something is motivating me again. I just need a reason to keep going until I can find the next reason to keep going."

"Your five-year plan doesn't include any solid strategy to transition away from chasing after the Muse as your main source of motivation. If this whole thing is only supposed to be a narrative frame for your own personal growth, where and how exactly does personal growth fit into this narrative?"

I slide off their shoulder down into my seat and sigh. "Hell of a way to get called out by my own brain."

"Marve, you know I don't hand out compliments of any kind lightly. When I said that I was impressed by how smart and talented you were, I meant it. And now I also know what extraordinary inner strength you have in you, too. You have no reason to consider yourself inadequate. If this weirdo- if you meet them IRL and they don't like you, that's on them, not you."

"...you're a little jealous."

"I'm not. Granted, I do have some... questions about their whole deal. But what I really care about is keeping you from running yourself into the ground again. You say you know who this is really for, but I think the boundaries have gotten too fuzzy and it's time for you to pull back and refocus on you."

"Dear God. This is possibly the weirdest pep talk I've ever received from my own brain."

"I hope it means something, to hear it coming from me. Don't forget that there have always been people out there rooting for you. Including myself."

They lean over and kiss my cheek. "I'll see you in your dreams, Marvy. I'm usually somewhere in there if you're doing the Inception Architect thing. Come find me and say hi."

With that, they get up to leave. I watch them go, still trying to process everything that's just transpired.

#fuck me this got meta ANNNNNND POST

[drowsyanddazed]

find a word tag

the rules are simple - find the word (or something close enough) in a fic (WIP, published, whatever) and share the excerpt it’s in.

words i was given: moon, skin, flavour, ache, try

your words: wrist, bright, want, blood, sun

thanks for the tag @colgatebluemintygel :) this was fun!

i tag: @pomegranate-pill @kreestars @weighty-ghosts @steelycunt idk if you guys have been tagged/already did it but erm what’s the harm in doing it again? (if you’d like!)

excerpts under the cut:

moon - from the currently unnamed wip

“Have you been here at all this term?” Sirius asks, pouring some milk into his tea.

“Once,” Remus says, biting the inside of his cheek. “With Cardoc.”

Sirius’ eyes flicker up at that, unreadable as they meet Remus’ and then he looks away, off to the side.

“He didn’t care much for it though,” Remus adds because for some reason it seems important.

It works. Sirius turns back to him, tide and moon.

“His loss,” Sirius says, gaze unwavering.

Remus’ heart is a snare drum in his chest.

He brings his mug up to his lips. “Yeah,” he susurrates, amphoric against the ceramic rim of his cup, and then he swallows down his tea and looks away.

skin - this desperate in love

But that’s the problem, isn’t it? A bat of the eye and he’s completely done for. Because, a long time ago now, Sirius reached in, between the brittle bones of his ribcage, and squeezed, leaving behind an indentation on Remus’ heart, a sunken, soft spot like that on overripe fruit that spreads fast and irrevocably until all there’s left is mush. Mush where a heart should be. And the fact is, Remus doesn’t know how to say no, doesn’t know if he’s capable. Because while being wrapped around Sirius’ finger gives Sirius complete power to devastate him, it’s also exciting, consuming, electricity at touch, it’s the wind in your hair and the vertiginous drops to a valley below, gooseflesh on skin, a buzzing in your bones, and a frisson down your spine.

And so when Sirius bends down to whisper, “Let’s go,” in his ear, the smell of amber and oud wood at his shoulder, Remus’ fate is already sealed.

ache - losing my mind, thinking about you

The bite of the parky night air and the cold brick wall of the Hog’s Head exterior is a welcomed comfort as he leans against the brickwork and rummages around his jacket pocket for his box of cigarettes. The sound of his fumbling echoes against the walls of the alleyway, making his small movements more pronounced, rising and meeting the tension and his need for tobacco between his teeth.

There’s flames, licking their way up his chest, and he aches to put them out in the only way he knows how— with more fire. More, more, more. Until he’s suffocating on it, until it turns him numb.

try - this desperate in love

His hippocampus is working overtime trying to memorize the press of his hips against the kitchen counter, Sirius’ hand on his waist, Sirius’ breath, hot and humid and frantic, down his neck so he can slip the memory into his back pocket and pull it out to examine later again and again and again until the edges are worn and true.

i couldn’t find flavour anywhere! so here’s another try instead:

try - bless the telephone

There’s a click as the record stalls, preparing to move on to the next track and, in the sliver of silence between, the kitchen phone begins ringing.

“I got it!” Lily calls over her shoulder, pushing her way into the kitchen just as the drums for the next song kick in. The saloon-style doors swing shut behind her, clapping loudly in place.

This seems to wake Peter, who bolts upright, face viridescent and eyes wide. And then he’s blundering his way down the hall, towards the bathroom. “leaving Sirius lying here, the blood rushing to his head as he stares at the empty corner of the living room. He squints at the clock there, trying to make sense of it upside down and five drinks in and immediately gives up.

“Shit,” James mutters, before getting up to trail after him, leaving Sirius lying here, the blood rushing to his head as he stares at the empty corner of the living room. He squints at the clock there, trying to make sense of it upside down and five drinks in and immediately gives up.

#some of these are kinda long because they don't make sense without context xx #also doing this made me realize how many times i use the word headache. im always given these characters a little headache (mostly remus) #i myself always have a little headache so ig write what you know right? #tag game #r/s

[valentinecult]

You said Kratos was going 'all out' against Thor in the second fight but Kratos never used Spartan Rage and never killed Thor. He's clearly holding back like he did in the last fight.

Kratos was holding back, yes.

He's holding back all his strength to avoid killing Thor after slipping up with Heimdall, whom caused Kratos to relapse back to his murderous impulses.

However, Kratos was fighting much more seriously and putting in more effort. If you notice, when Thor carries Kratos in flight mode, Kratos would start punching Thor in the face. First time, those punches didn't phase Thor, implying Kratos pulling his punches. Second time, before the fight started, Kratos briefly knocked Thor back, hitting much harder than before. Little details like that clearly show Kratos approaching the fight differently.

Remember also, Thor was toying with Kratos in the first encounter, he never was serious and kept goading Kratos to get serious.

Even if you used Spartan Rage, Mimir will warn Kratos to stay in control of his anger.

Now, even if Kratos wanted to kill Thor and reverted back to the Ghost of Sparta, the fight wouldn't be as easy as many would believe. In his journal notes, Kratos admitted and acknowledges how strong Thor's attacks were, Thor packs a lot of power behind his blows. The guy was able to hit the World Serpent so freakin' hard, he sent the poor thing back in time! That goes to show that Thor is physically the strongest Aesir God in the Norse pantheon!

Thor has even showed monstrous amounts of endurance. It's true that one of the reasons why Kratos is able to beat him is thanks to having a versatile set of weapons, but Thor isn't a weakling. He took a punch to the face from a temporarily enraged Kratos and all that did was break one of his teeth.

Bruno Velazquez, one of the workers of Santa Monica that worked on God of War, stated that Thor could put up a good fight against Poseidon's hippocampus. Now, we can take it this with a grain of salt, but clearly Thor isn't someone to be underestimated.

Thor is a monster and a true rival to Kratos in terms of physical might.

So in my opinion, even if Kratos wanted to kill Thor, Thor wouldn't go down easily.

He may not be as powerful as Zeus, but even Kratos knows better than to downplay his enemies.

#kratos #god of war ragnorak #god of war #santa monica #thor

[tsyllaes]

The mere creation of the haima has a bit of a story behind it. I have a list of creatures to draw for each kingdom, made up of all the creatures I've used in the story plus some I know will turn up, then bulking it out with 'bird,' 'insect,' 'mammal' etc to have some critters to come up as required. Tsayth's list was extremely short (it was the sea dragon and leviathan, that was it) and so I bulked it out with a few more mythical sea creatures. One of them was the hippocampus, which I think I put on there just as inspiration because hippocampus, like centaurs, piss me off. Not for the same reasons, tho. Hippocampus just don't look like they can function in water. The front legs never look right to me, even when people put fins on them. So idk.

So I started to think about those legs. No matter how I tried to turn them into something more hydrodyamic, they'd just turn into proper fins and basically become a dolphin. The idea of something to do with mudskippers came into my head, at the same time as I remembered The Shallows exist in Tsayth! The Shallows are a huge gulf in the ocean which is no more than 10m at its deepest, even at high tide, and drops down to 1m to just sand at low tide. So what if the legs are for wading when it's shallow, but they can swim when the tide comes in? And then what if it was big enough to ride, so the Tsaythis have a steed? Especially in The Shallows where a boat is only gonna get you so far.

This, therefore, is the oceanic steed of Tsayth, the haima, the name for which seems to be the Old Chinese root word for seahorse in about half a dozen Asian languages. It's about the size of a horse, and I have no idea as yet how they ride it. In deeper water, it swims mostly with its tail for propulsion and the legs are just for steering. When the water gets too shallow to swim in, it walks on the front legs, one foot in front of the other, with the stumpy back fins at the back at an opposite gait with the tail trailing behind. It doesn't hop and bound awkwardly like a seal out of water, it's definitely walking.

Haimas are fish, but amphibious. I'm not entirely certain how mudskippers do it, but they keep water in their gill chambers and breathe through that? Somehow? So they have to keep dunking their heads in water every couple of hours, but it's not like The Shallows turns to a desert every time the tide goes out. Plenty of puddles around for them to stick their heads in. I'm also going to say they absorb oxygen through their skin, because haimas don't exist and I can do what I want with them.

Speaking of, they reproduce as per seahorses: female lays eggs in the male's brood pouch, where he fertilises them and holds onto them until they hatch.

For a completely random 'use this as inspiration idk' entry into my list of creatures to draw, this has become a somewhat culture-defining creature for Tsayth, I think. They've never had a steed before! They've always just gotten around in boats but, having relatively recently created The Shallows (…okay it was 2020 shuddup), boats are only going to get them so far. So now there's something they can ride whether the tide's in or out. Can they pull things and be a beast of burden? Idk how you'd drag anything over sand wet. Wheels won't work. Anyway. Haima!

#haima #hippocampus #seahorse #tsayth #wildlife #tsaythi wildlife #artists of tumblr

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Coloring Pages And Baby Fever

content: leo valdez x daugher of poseidon! reader fic warning: maybe cursing but i really don't think so??, toothrotting fluff, discussion of kids and futures and whatnot author's note: this one BRO THIS ONE- i dont even want kids idk where this came from fr. also, leo is a girl dad. everyone can stfu if you don't agree. her middle name is his momma's name, obvi. but that's just a headcanon, a COVEY headcanon jk jk

y/n always held a soft spot in her heart for the younger half-bloods. she arrived at camp at seven and she was a sobbing mess inside the hermes cabin then the poseidon cabin. she couldn’t imagine going through that at a younger age. which is why she always volunteered to run the younger kids activities rather than participate in some of the more grown up games. today was coloring of greek mythology. y/n wasn’t sure what part of the internet chrion pulled these from, little explanations put in bold next to the coloring pages and she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know. maybe a past apollo child, grown up to be an illustrator just for camp half-blood. y/n was detailing away at a cartoonish hippocampus, smiling softly at one of the girls who ran up to show y/n her drawing of her mother, athena.

“aww, phoebe, it looks so good!!” she mused, excitedly looking over it, shamelessly ignoring the scribbles over the lines and the mixing of wrong colors. in phoebe’s defense, she was only eight.

“thanks, y/n!! i based it off of how my daddy describes her all the time!” phoebe explained, bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement.

“must be accurate then, you clever girl!” she joined in, smiling widely at her before handing the paper back, settling a hand against her back and pointing towards chiron, who was resting in the shade with a book in his lap, “now, go show mr. chiron and tell him what you learned.”

“okay!!” the girl bubbles, snatching her picture back and racing towards the centaur, who looks up with a warm smile towards the girl, happily indulging her. y/n felt a poke against her ribs, spinning around with a warm look since she knew who it was.

“how are you so good with them?” leo huffed, crossing his arms as he stared down at his terrible doodling of the battle of troy. he taken up following y/n to kiddy camp; one because he loved spending as much time as he could with his girl, and two because harley asked him to start coming. y/n glanced down at his work, nearly melting at the sight. helena took a striking resemblance to y/n and troy to leo, something that wasn’t lost on the girl.

“i dunno. exposure therapy? i used to teach little kids how to surf a long, long time ago,” y/n laughed, shaking her head slightly before pointing over at his drawing.

“that’s what you think helena looked like?” she questioned with a smirk, pointing a blue crayon at him. his cheeks warmed up but he didn’t lose his cool.

“yup. what do you think of troy? handsome guy, isn’t he?” he pushed, leaning closer. y/n snorted, shaking her head at him.

“the hottest,” she agreed with a roll of her eyes, earning a shove against her shoulder.

“don’t be looking at other men! so disrespectful to our relationship!” leo huffed, setting a hand against his chest in mock hurt. y/n laughed harder, leaning against his shoulder before pushing off him with a shake of her head, looking around her boyfriend at the shy child on the other side of him.

“can you believe this guy, harley?” y/n asked, smiling warmly at the little boy, who looked up at the older teens with wide-eyed wonder.

“he’s pretty silly,” harley agreed, swinging his feet under the table happily.

“the silliest,” she added, wrinkling her nose at the boy before looking down at his coloring, “oh, super cool coloring of the argonauts, harley!”

“thanks! leo’s told me all about this story,” harley stated, smiling up at his older brother, who returned the gesture.

“sure did. one of my favorites,” leo hummed, eyes growing distant at the thoughts that swarmed. the nightmarish time he had on that damn boat, the constant fighting, the constant worrying, the weight of the world on his shoulders. he snapped out of it as y/n subtly set a hand against his thigh, though she didn’t acknowledge it. he rested his hand on top of hers, pressing his lips to the top of her hair without another thought.

“did he? hmm, i don’t think i've heard it before. you wanna tell me about it, harley?” y/n asked, tilting her head at the boy. i’d heard the story hundreds of times - chiron reused the same website every year so one kid always ended up telling her the story at some point - but she knew harley was having a bit of a hard time. leo had been stressing about it for a bit now and she figured she could help.

“you really haven’t heard about it?” harley questioned, frowning slightly as he didn’t believe her. panic flared in y/n’s eyes and leo was quick to save her.

“y/n is so busy with all her quests and training that she barely has time to listen to stories, harley,” leo reasoned, shrugging his shoulders like it was common sense.

“oh. i guess that makes sense,” harley muttered, glancing down at his feet for a moment.

“come on, harley. i’ve got time now! i feel like i'm missing out on something big. come here, between leo and i,” she told the younger boy, putting on a pout.

he laughed a little at the look on her face before squeezing between leo and i, setting his drawing down on the table and using his cubby fingers to point at specific people in the drawing. he rambled on and on about it, clearly something that fascinated him. y/n asked questions like she was confused by the topic and gasped at the appropriate moments.

leo just stared at her over harley’s head, feeling his heart race and his mouth go dry and the tips of his ears light on fire only for him to quickly snuff it out. he started to imagine what it would be like to do this in the kitchen of their home and instead of harley in the middle, a child of their own. a wedding band on both of their hands and vows stronger than the river styx. y/n caught his gaze over harley’s head, giving him a soft smile and leo melted at it. he loved her with everything inside him and he could feel the love from her radiating off in waves. from the way she looked at him to the smiles she gave him. he could feel it. like the sun when your eyes are closed. that warmth that manages to seep through your eyelids

“aren’t they just the coolest?!” harley exclaimed, proudly wrapping up his story.

“yeah!! super cool. jason reminds me of someone but i can’t quite think of who,” y/n mused, tapping her finger against her chin in false thought. leo snorts, looking away as he covers it with a cough.

y/n glanced across the table, noticing a little boy following along with what harley was saying, but trying to be as subtle as a child can be. she knew him, ryder, one of the new hermes kids. she already had a feeling the stoll brothers were rubbing off on him, based on the sunglasses set upon his drawing of apollo. he was around harley’s age and her eyes twinkled at the opportunity.

“hey, harley,” y/n whisper down to the boy, leaning down to his level. he looks up at her with wide eyes, asking a quiet ‘what?’

“i think someone else wants to hear the story of the argonauts,” she tells him, nodding her head towards ryder, who looked shocked that the attention was on him and quickly dropped his head and returned to his drawing. harley paled slightly and began wringing his hands, nervously.

“hey, dude, it’s okay. we’ll be right here the whole time. just start talking and it’ll just flow. trust me. it’s just like at the forge. it’ll start to flow,” leo cut in, setting a gentle hand against the boy's shoulder. harley took a deep breath before blowing it out.

“just like at the forge,” he mumbled before grabbing his drawing, his small fists crumbling the drawing the slightest bit before he moved around the table and up to ryder, who looked at him, intrigued. leo and y/n both leaned forwards to hear better, though they pretended like they didn’t, trying to give harley his space.

“h- hi, i’m harley. i’m from c-cabin 9, son of hephestus,” harley managed to get out, holding his hand out to the blonde boy.

“hey! i’m ryder! cabin 11, son of hermes,” ryder told him, proudly, shaking harley’s hand vigorously. harley couldn’t help but laugh at the rapid hand shake and y/n set her hand over her heart at the action, giving leo a look as tears filled her eyes. he laughed at the emotional daughter of poseidon, rubbing a hand over her shoulders.

“do you want to hear the story of the argonauts?” harley asked, tilting his head, much like leo. surely a habit picked up over time.

“totally!” ryder cheered, nodding his head as his blond hair ruffled about and he moved over, giving harley space next to him. when ryder looked away, harley gave the older couple a proud thumbs up with a toothy grin before making a shooing motion with his hands.

“are we being sent away?!” leo asked, incredulously, with his jaw dropped.

“i think so. little rascal,” y/n replied, shaking her head at him before standing up, taking both of their drawings. she shot a glance over her shoulder, watching the two boys excitedly talk to each other and tears filled her eyes all over again.

“i’m so proud of him. oh, gods, i’m gonna cry,” y/n gasp out, laughing at the craziness of it. leo laughs with her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. y/n started thinking about how she'll react when their son does the same thing, which brings on a whole new wave of tears. their son. leo and hers. y/n looked at him, her lower lip wobbling. he sees this, tilting his head, a little worried.

“what?”

“i love you so much,” she whisper to him and he smiles, his brows unfurrowing.

“no need to cry about it, hun,” he laughs and y'n hits his ribs and shove him away from herself. he quickly comes back and wraps his arms over her shoulders, locking them together just over her chest.

“i love you too much to put into words,” he replied, shoving a kiss against her cheek.

“that’s a first,” y/n bit back, hearing a chuckle from behind and feeling the rumble of his chest against her back.

“leo, y/n, you’re off shift. we’re taking over,” will says, nodding towards one of the demeter guys he was with. she give him a thumbs up and a smile before a little girl looks over at them with sad eyes.

“y/n’s leaving?!” she asked, tears already pooling.

“hey, it’s okay. will’s a super good friend of mine and he’s so much fun! i promise you’re gonna have a blast, honey. plus, you get to spend tomorrow with me!” y/n tells her, rubbing a hand against her shoulder before nodding at will to take over, which he did, kneeling next to her and asking about her shirt to distract her.

“they don’t react like that when i leave,” leo pouted, slinging an arm over y/n's shoulder and she raised a brow at him.

“because you don’t interact with them, dear,” she mused, leaning into his side with a bright smile as they made our way towards her cabin.

“touche,” he replied, nodding his head before he glazed off for a moment before wetting his lips and opening his mouth, “do you think i’d make a good dad?”

y/n paused at her cabin door, frowning at this question as she looked over at him like he grew three heads.

“the best dad. what a stupid question. i expected better than that, hothead,” she tells him, swinging the door open and walking towards her side of the cabin, set aside for the girls, though it was just her.

“i’m being serious,” leo argued as he shut the door, still frowning a bit, “i mean, i have no idea what a good dad is supposed to look like. and i can’t talk to those kids like you can. and-”

“leo.” y/n cut in and he stops, snapping his eyes up to hers and taking a calming breath.

“if i thought you’d be a bad dad, we wouldn’t be together. if i had any inkling that i couldn’t put my future in your hands, i would have never wasted my time getting to know you. and you’re good with the kids, but in your own way. like, harley. you could talk that kid off a ledge. and it’s not just because he idolizes you. it’s because he trusts you, leo valdez. just like everyone else does. just like i do,” she told him, gently setting her hand against his chest. y/n reaches her other hand up to his cheek, rubbing it with her thumb. he draped his arms around her waist, pressing his head into the junction between her neck and shoulder. him, pressing kisses to the sun kissed skin. y/n paused for a moment before pulling him impossibly closer.

“i want one,” she muttered against his curls, hiding her head in his shirt. she could feel the confusion radiating off him.

“one what?” he asked, always wanting to meet her every request.

“a baby. of our own,” y/n whispers, her voice cracking a bit, the thought scaring but exciting her. leo pulled back to see her eyes, to which he smiled softly at the look in them. one he could only describe as love.

“me too, y/n,” he states, firmly, like it was already set in stone but then he tilted his head at her, resting his hand against her cheek, “but, it’s a bit early.”

“lee,” y/n pouts, sinking into his hand a little though she knew he was right. he laughs lightly.

“i gotta put a ring on that finger of yours first. get a nice house away from all the monsters and gods. then we can revisit this,” he reasons, tucking his hand inside of hers. he talks about an escape that will never come but she doesn't tell him that. instead, y/n closes her eyes and pictures the house, cozy and lived in. she pictures the wedding, leo at the end of the aisle in a suit, percy walking her down the aisle like she always promised him he would. y/n pictures the nursery, set up for a little girl who looks just like her dad.

“okay…we’ll wait then,” y/n whispers against his lips, pressing hers to his softly before pulling back, “i’d wait lifetimes for you; for that.”

“you won’t have to. not in this lifetime,” he mutters before pulling her back into his lips, more of a collision than a kiss. she couldn’t help but smile against his lips, knowing she'd found the kind of love she always wanted. the kind that transcends death and age; the kind of love that is generations in the making.

three years later, on that same day, y/n and leo would find out they were expecting their first child.

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Medical Log Four: The Knowing (Part Nine)

Medical log four, Dr. Stein speaking. 

Today was the first mandatory checkup on Dr. Weston. I was shocked to discover the state he's in. His skull has fully developed into the elastic bone-like structure I identified when I first operated on him. This transfiguration was seemingly done to help the skull expand, a necessary effort given the increased size of his brain. It is roughly three times the size of a regular person's, and the growth shows no sign of slowing. The parasite seems to be releasing a compound into his brain that acts as a BDNF, causing an increase in neuron cell production. The growth seems to have happened in several key regions, rather than uniformly across the brain. Parts of the frontal lobe, most notably the pre-frontal cortex, and the hippocampus have grown considerably, while areas like the basal ganglia, the motor cortex, and the amygdala seem to be shrinking. The shrinking seems to imply some level of neuronal migration happening. The creature is increasing the areas of the brain that control learning and memory, while simultaneously decreasing the areas that control motor function and emotions. This is an incredibly worrying development. 

Dr. Weston no longer looks human. His head has inflated to nearly triple the size in some areas, while remaining stagnant in others. This has created large bulges growing across his forehead and scalp, making him similar in appearance to a bunch of grapes. Crew members have reported feeling uneasy passing him in the ship's hallways. I felt uneasy running tests on him. 

I have sent Dr. Weston back to his quarters as I prepare to share my findings with Captain Hudson. I fear cutting the parasite out may be our only path forward. As great as the risks are, we don't know when this creature will stop, or what it could do to the rest of us. I asked Lieutenant Volkov to keep an eye on Dr. Weston until the Captain and I find a plan to handle the parasite. Dr. Weston would have noticed his symptoms, but he didn't report them. He tried to hide them. Whether that was his choice or the parasite's remains to be seen. Either way, he must be kept under surveillance until the parasite is removed.

End of log.

This chapter was fun to write! I got to put my psychology major to work!! I hope you had as much fun reading it!

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Apocalypse of Miaoya Camera’s appearance in the entertainment industry

In the past few days, Miaoya Camera has become popular, but the extent of the popularity is not that widespread. The author analyzes the reasons why Miaoya Camera got out of the circle, and combined with two recent cases of getting out of the circle, talks about their revelations about getting out of the circle, hoping to inspire you.

In the past two days, Miaoya Camera has become popular. what is it?

To put it simply, a software that uses AI to generate photos. According to the mini program process, you only need to upload HE Tuber a clear photo to create a digital clone.

Based on the digital clone and 20 multi-angle, multi-light, and multi-expression upper body photos, you can get a set of AI portraits; however, you need to pay 9.9 yuan to make the digital clone, and it comes with 10 "diamonds" that can be used to refine the portrait.

I tried it myself. On the left is the image photo I took at Hippocampus last year, and on the right is the digital clone generated by AI. What do you think?

"Left: Hippocampus Right: Wonderful Duck Camera"

Yeah, quite handsome.

Judging from the photos, the quality of the pictures is very high, it has the feel of a commercial photo, and the light levels are clear. Although the AI ​​has been beautified to a certain extent, it has not deviated too much from my true appearance, which may be why everyone wants to try it.

However, this software is not without barriers.

My friend Lao Zhang told me that he was on a blind date recently and originally wanted to use AI to generate a photo for the other party to see. As a result, he didn’t care about the 20 yuan fee. Instead, he was rejected because he could not provide 20 multi-angle photos. use.

Judging from the extent of the fire, it was not that widespread.

I asked some friends who don't work in the Internet industry, and they don't know about this software. This may be because I belong to a specific group.

This type of phenomenon is called a filter bubble in psychology.

What does that mean?

Due to social recommendations, algorithmic filtering or human selection, the information that individuals are exposed to is consistent with their own opinions or interests, lacking more perspectives; it is this situation that causes us to fall into the implicit attribution bias (false consensus effect). middle.

However, more importantly than this, I am more concerned about what is the nature of fire? Taken together, there may be two factors:

One, novelty.

If I were to describe this feeling, I would say it is a mixture of the four words "strange", "novel", "uncommon" and "familiar".

Last weekend, a friend who was under great pressure from work went to Wuhan for a day. He had never been to Wuhan before. When he came back, he shared with me that when he arrived there, the surrounding environment felt "strange yet familiar".

What was strange was that Wuhan’s landmarks, streets, food habits and culture all brought novelty to him, making him feel that these scenery and objects could not be seen in Shanghai; familiarity was that when passing the Yangtze River Bridge, he seemed to have seen it on the news and TV I have seen this scene countless times, and today I finally felt the majesty.

In addition, Wuhan's special food, hot and dry mango, was unforgettable for him because he and his partner had eaten it in Chengdu; it was this blend of novelty, strangeness, familiarity and uncommonness that made him feel relieved.

Yes, freshness is so attractive.

The novelty of Miaoya Camera is that it changes our understanding of "AI mapping".

In the past, we always thought that pictures generated by AI could only achieve basic face-changing effects; now, AI can learn by itself, perform three-dimensional reconstruction, and generate commercial-looking portraits based on basic portrait photos. It is worth trying.

Second, expressiveness.

Everyone is willing to express themselves through various hot spots, images, and topic participation, and to a certain extent, they have also achieved "self-shaping."

When many people feel sad, they choose to express their emotions by posting a text or a few pictures on platforms such as Kuaishou and Weibo.

For some people, the photos generated by Miaoya Camera have practical uses, such as being used for personal social media avatars, and for certain occasions that require photos, without actually taking photos at all.

Some people also compare it with photo studios such as Hippocampus and Tianzhenlan. In fact, today, when everything is pursuing standardization, photography is like an assembly line, and AI has become an essential tool for photo retouchers.

For 9.9 yuan plus 10 yuan of diamonds, you can experience 36 templates, which is really "wonderful".

So, it's out of the circle.

Well, I admit that when the above two characteristics exist at the same time, it will definitely attract people. But there was still some concern, and when I asked people around me if they would use the software again, they all said firmly no.

why?

On the one hand, everyone thinks that AI can evolve the desired feeling, but after all, there are some thresholds. The 20 low-quality photos will produce poor results; on the other hand, the background selection is quite limited, and some of the generated photos look out of place.

There is no doubt that if the function of a product itself is not strong, it is likely to be abandoned by users after the novelty wears off. Starting a business is difficult. I hope the Miaoya team will continue to explore the efficiency that tools can bring to people, and I sincerely wish you the best.

However, many people also ask me, what can brands learn from this? I think one sentence is: either create something new or follow the trend of something new.

Let me tell you a story:

Recently, the educational institution Yuanfudao and Zhongjie 1496 conducted a cross-border cooperation.

They have launched a product called "Cold Knowledge Popsicle", which includes four flavors: Chinese, mathematics, English and science. This fresh idea is very popular among children.

I researched it specifically and found that each flavor of popsicle has its own characteristics, and even their advertising slogans are very unique.

For example:

The advertising slogan for the English-flavored popsicles is, "Take a bite of this English-flavored popsicle and you will feel like you have suddenly entered an international environment; as if you were on the banks of the Rhine, greeted by a gentleman in a top hat, blowing in from the Welsh coast. The cool breeze takes you into a whole new world."

The advertising slogan for math-flavored popsicles is: "Euclidean created the spatial order, and Thales outlined the digital world. When you take a bite of the cold popsicle, your brain will be awakened and start to work crazily. Spin and jump”.

In addition to this popsicle, they also offer a "Pocket Book of Trivia Popsicles" that comes with it. In the little book, children can challenge themselves by answering questions every day, and if they successfully pass the level, they will have the opportunity to draw prizes.

What’s more interesting is that after eating the popsicles, the remaining sticks can also be used as bookmarks. Isn’t it very fresh and a good business that can serve multiple purposes with one stone?

"Ice Cream and Cultural Combination"

Another story is:

There is a blogger on Xiaohongshu named Bairi Xiaoxiong. One day, she piled a lot of colors on herself.

An avocado green tube top cardigan and a pair of Barbie pink pants. She paired it with a piece of music with the keyword #多dopamineattire#. On May 3, it received 3.37 million likes. Since then, she has continued to work hard and made consecutive 2 videos with over 5 million likes.

Everyone should know what happened after that. With the help of short videos, some bloggers began to imitate, such as @康康和grandpa. The 86-year-old grandfather challenged the dopamine outfit, which became popular all over the Internet and was called the "most fashionable grandpa".

In addition, there are a large number of Internet celebrities, actors and stars who have quickly made dopamine outfit videos, such as @cailuoli with 17.69 million fans, @PIYoung with 28.74 million fans, etc.

So far, the number of views on dopamine-related topics has reached 340 million.

The famous business consultant Mr. Liu Run calls it emotional value, but I think it is more like an innovative and fresh combination.

Whether it is the above-mentioned popsicle collaboration, dopamine outfits, or the recent Miniso Blind Box Festival, the mobile game "Undecided Events" jointly launched by Chamomo and MiHoYo, they all reflect the freshness effect produced by the combination of different categories.

I even began to imagine whether there would be a combined experience themed on endorphins, hormones, and serotonin in the future?

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Day Two: The Fashion of Coral Sea, Part One

King Triton from the Little Mermaid is actually a character of lore in Greek Mythology. He’s a demigod, born from the Sea God, Poseidon, and the Nereid, Amphitrite. The palace he lives in is an offshoot of Poseidon’s palace. His seven daughters are the personification of the seven seas. And, unfortunately for the original Little Mermaid, even though Ancient Greece was a cultural melting pot, the most recent version of Ariel actually does makes more sense appearance-wise. Though we don’t really see any sign of any fashion at all from the mer-versions of Azul and the Tweels, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

From what we can tell of Azul’s backstory and the tidbits we hear of the Tweel’s, there is a Hierarchy coming into play in the Coral Sea. One would think that that the main Hierarchy would go Royalty > Nobility > Commonfolk, but I believe it actually has to do with what aquatic level you live in. As we’ve all learned in Elementary Science, there are three main layers of the sea, The Sunlight Zone, The Twilight Zone, and the Midnight Zone. This, I believe, is the main Hierarchy in the Coral Sea, THEN it goes to the societal pyramid. Therefore, there absolutely must be a way to tell who is who. Here is what I have.

Sunlight Zone, Part One

Royalty: Flowy Fabrics, Precious Gems, Long Hair, Metal Scales

Now, you must be wondering: “What kind of clothes, if any, would Merfolk find use in if regular fabric would just weigh them down?” My solution: Gossamer. It’s a lightweight, tightly woven, silk-based textile that’s waterproof and, if I am correct, actually does NOT weigh you down in water. If my fabric distinction is correct, Gossamer can be Holographic Fabric, another type of textile that has a unique shine to it when put in the light. This is the type of material that would make sense for Royalty to wear day to day. It’s elegant, it’s stylish, and it’s a good thing to trade for with the Overworld.

There are many precious gems and minerals that are formed in the ocean. Pearls are the most common and well-known, but we’ll get to them later. These gems and minerals would be inlaid into the accessories of the Royal or even sewn into the clothing. Take Prince Rielle(?) for example. I can see his crown base being made of gold, maybe rose gold, and having green aquamarine stars to compliment his hair. Maybe even a few shells or little trinkets.

Another thing I think the Royals would have is long. Ass. Hair. Like, down to their tail fin long. This shows they have the privilege to not have to “work” (I put quotations because obviously it takes a lot to run a kingdom, though most people would think they have more leisure time so I digress) and that they can take care of it without trouble, most likely with help, of course. Let us take Prince Rielle(?) for example again. Even though he is a Royal, his hair would most likely just go down to his ankles in Human Form than compared to his tail fin in Mer-Form. This is so then his hair doesn’t drag on land. Plus it shows that he is still youthful and is a sign of his role in the Royal Family as the youngest son.

Last up on this tier is my personal favorite characteristic (which is why I saved it for last): Metal Scales. Now before you go in the comments and start calling me obscenities, I actually have a good reason for this one. The eldest of Triton’s (daughters) sons, whom I have renamed Attino (the masculine version of Attina) would most likely have the role of Lieutenant General in the Royal Guard. He would need armor suitable for being swift in the water, but also defensive in nature. The best he can do for himself and his Mer-Soldiers is get either A, merge the metal scales on top of their natural born scales, or B, scrub off said natural born scales and implant the metal scales. “But why metal scales?” In Greek Mythology, there are several notable sea creatures. Ones like the Hydra, Scylla and Charybdis, the Hippocampus, etc. The Hydra was defeated by Heracles during his Second Labor, therefore it’s scales cannot he used. Scylla and Charybdis roam the seas together and are too dangerous to approach. The Hippocampus is a precious creature of Poseidon, so obviously no one would harm them. For a bonus, even though Obsidian is sharper than steel and would be in more abundance due to underwater volcanoes, it is too brittle to even be used as surgical scalpels. Metal would be the best choice in this situation from what I can tell.

That’s all for part one! See you at the next post!

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