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angelltheninth · 9 months

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can i get a kinda arrenged marriage with zhongli

umm as a yk maybe a contract that our ancestor signed or something like that İM SORRY İF İM NOT MAKİNG ANY SENSE

(also can it be kinda smut please)

u can just ignore HAVE A NICE DAY THANK YOU FOR EVEN READING THIS

I have a full smut fic that I'm writing for him that kind of has this included so I'll make this a little less smutty but still smutty.

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, kind of smutty, arranged marriage, getting to know each other, being awkward, kissing, literal sleeping together, dragon traits, protectiveness, domestic fluff, falling in love

A/N: The fic is coming soon so I hope you'll look forward to it!

Zhongli remembers all his contracts and the payments that are due for them, of course he remembers you

He avoided seeing you before it was time to marry you, he didn't want to scare you by telling that you were what your ancestor promised him

Your first kiss with him happens on your wedding day

Does his best to be welcoming to you, gives you a tour of his home, let's you see his half-dragon form because you will need to get used to that as well if you're gonna be his wife

You quickly notice that he talks to you very formally and when you bring it up he goes completely silent, he's not really sure how to talk to you is the thing, if he seems too pushy he would frighten you, he would rather you approach him first

If he's gonna be your husband then you don't want him to be cagey with his emotions or thoughts, you want to know him better

His life story is a long one, you've got time though, all the time in the world to hear it

You jump off the bed the first time you feel his tail wrapping around you

He didn't mean for it to happen, sometimes his tail has a mind of it's own and it's a normal reaction for him to be protective of something precious to him, which you are now seeing as you're his wife

About his anatomy, yes he is a little bit different as you could see when you woke up in the morning

You were staring a little so he wanted to make sure you weren't freaked out by it

When you tell him that's fine, that it's actually very interesting to you he feels a little bit better

Oh and he should also tell you, he is very sensitive and tends to run hotter then most, even his seed, so careful if you're gonna put your mouth on him at any point

As you learn more about each other you begin to be more casual with touching, more comfortable with kissing him, calling him your husband, with feeling his tail around you, or his teeth nibbling on your neck, back, wrists and eventually your thighs

Zhongli holds back a lot when you first make love, not just because of his anatomy, he's not even sure you could take him because of his size

He is pent up all night but he makes sure you get as much pleasure as you want

Only in the morning does he get his own when you do put your mouth on him, and your hand too, doing double work, tasting him for the first time

You discover that his horns are a bit of a sweet spot for him, that his voice gets deeper and more raspy when you touch them

You try grabbing them one night while you're sitting on his face and end up with a huge mess across your back

That's one more Zhongli fact to add to your growing list

Nuzzles your face against yours when he's too tired for words

Loves kissing the ring on your finger very night and staring at the bite mark on your neck

One time he took your ring off and bit at the spot where it was then slid the ring back over the mark, letting both his romantic and possessive sides shine through

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bonefall · 4 months

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Hi! How would you draw a tool-evolved cat paw?

Aeons ago I wrote some speculative biology thoughts on what a tool-focused cat would begin to look like, and mentioned the way that a caw's paw might evolve. I can try to draw it out as a sketch; but fair warning that I put my art style points into cartoony anime stuff SO you're not gonna get a realistic drawing lmao

Evolution doesn't "think." It's many changes over generations that snowball into bigger ones. So I tried to look at WHAT exactly is happening between an animal with less sophisticated tool use (chimp) and one that COMPLETELY relies on tools (human) to predict where the cat's paw would end up in a few thousand generations.

Please note! My paw would still be a "link" between the ancestor, and something even more reliant on tool use. This proposed species would still be 100% capable of doing what the cats in-canon do, like hunt alone. It's for a feline species that is tool-ADAPTED, not tool-RELIANT.

(In that way, it's more comparable to, say, a lemur and a chimp. But lemur palm refs were hard to find and I did this quick because I've already thought about it.)

This paw would exist in-tandem with a "tool tooth;" A V-shaped gap in the jawline that a single fang would nestle into. Early tool-using felines would likely use their mouth to "break" or "shear" their crafts, leading to broken teeth that would make them less successful. So there would be a lot of evolutionary pressure to have better, stronger teeth.

Evolution doesn't do "one thing at a time," so if you happened to port yourself into a group of these cats and watch them craft stuff, you'd see them using their mouths as well as their paws!

Finger Size + Tool Claw

When you see real cats batting stuff around and manipulating things, and when you look at canon where they like to "hook things on a claw," it's usually the index "finger" they favor. In fact, they do a LOT of "poking," even when a cat bats at something they seem to mostly explore with the tip of their paw.

So I figure that would actually be a big difference between this species and humans.

Unlike us, who usually have our middle finger as the longest (though there are exceptions) so we can "stabilize" the things we grab, I'd give these guys a "Tool Claw" which is not involved in grappling at all. It's longer, more deeply grooved, but also more fragile than the "hunting" claws.

When at rest, the Tool Claw would stick out from the rest of the foot, straight upwards. The fur is able to "sheathe" the other three, but the index's would be too long to be fully hidden.

Because one of those fingers is now mostly taken out of combat, the pinkie would probably thicken up to compensate. Another difference from the human hand. I can imagine that if the trend continues, they might end up supporting their full frontal weight on the pinkie pad to free up the other fingers for tool use.

(But evolution's not always predictable! They might end up becoming more "back heavy" like raccoons, or rely on the invention of shoe/gloves, or just abandon silent hunting all together to become tool-reliant.)

Paw Pad Changes

Cats use the pads on their paws to move silently. As long as the species is relying on silently stalking prey, they will need to have these pads in contact with the ground to be good hunters.

So instead of the digital pads sliding down to create the "top" of the palm, I figured the metacarpal pad would split in two. So now there's a snug, dipped "shape" with which they could nestle an object into as they work with it, but also there is ALWAYS still pad in contact with the ground.

The amount of fur in-between the bottom (metacarpal) and top (supercarpal) pads probably just depends on culture and genetics. It wouldn't really have enough of an impact on the paw to be selected for to be furry or hairless.

I can imagine some groups being weird about it and thinking it should be shaved or braided or something, lmao. Or cats who live in muddy environments clipping it for hygiene reasons.

#Speculative Biology #bone babble #but btw no i dont use these in my bb drawings.#this is just for fun.#BB isn't really a spec bio project.#And also YES this is free to use for anything go nuts

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a-dinosaur-a-day · 6 months

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Fossil Novembirb 2: The Survivors

The End-Cretaceous Extinction was one of the most devastating - and tragic - events on our planet.

In the blink of an eye, the world changed from a thriving biosphere to a decimated one. The asteroid caused worldwide wildfires, tsunamis, and the dramatic release of particles into the air that blocked out the sun.

Nothing over 25 kg could survive, because they had nowhere to hide from the devastation. Anything under that limit had to have somewhere to hide - water or burrowing worked best - and something to eat, which was easier said than done. When the plants can't eat, nothing can.

And yet, life survived - not just life, but dinosaurs themselves!

Conflicto, by @otussketching

In fact, one of the first fossils we have from the Cenozoic is Conflicto, a Presbyornithid - like "Styginetta" and Teviornis yesterday! - from Antarctica

Why these dinosaurs, and no others?

They had beaks, which would have helped them to access available food sources such as seeds and spores (plant material in a protective casing)

They did not live in trees, but usually near or with water - perfect places to hide

They were powerful fliers, allowing them to escape the flames and whatever else they needed to

Other than that? Random chance.

Much of the evolution of life on this planet is down to Sheer Dumb Luck

Tsidiiyazhi by Sean Murtha

What happened next was truly remarkable: an adaptive radiation of dinosaurs the likes of which is rarely seen

With all of those newly opened niches, Neornithines adapted quickly, so quickly we can't actually figure out how different major groups of Neoavians - aka, most birds - actually relate to one another.

After all, there was just *so much* free real estate!

Qianshanornis by @alphynix

In fact, many of these dinosaurs evolved right back into niches that their ancestors had famously lived in - penguins show up so quickly that we're giving marine birds their own day, replacing the now-lost Hesperornithines; Tsidiiyazhi and others quickly replaced the empty tree-bird niches left behind by the lost Enantiornithines; and raptors show up quickly too, already reminiscent of the lost Dromaeosaurs.

Qianshanornis, a mysterious raptor from China, had sickle claws just like its lost bretheren! In fact, it looks like it might be a Cariamiform, a group of dinosaurs including living Seriemas and the extinct Terror Birds, which often have sickle claws like Dromaeosaurs did!

Don't fix what isn't broken, I guess!

Australornis by @thewoodparable

Non-Neoavians diversified too, with fowl doing just fine across the boundary - Presbyornithids like Conflicto, as well as mysterious forms like Australornis.

Palaeognaths remain weirdly absent, but don't worry - the earilest ones will show up before the Paleocene epoch is done!

The Cenozoic begins with the Paleogene Period, which has the first epoch of the Paleocene - this was a climatic quagmire, with frequent fluctuations at the beginning before a dramatic rise in temperatures at the end. This climate confusion would affect bird evolution greatly - and lead to the diversification of many kinds, some of which we still have today!

Sources:

Ksepka, D. T., T. A. Stidham, T. E. Williamson. 2017. Early Paleocene landbird supports rapid phylogenetic and morphological diversification of crown birds after the K-PG mass extinction. Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America 114 (30): 8047 - 8052.

Mayr, 2022. Paleogene Fossil Birds, 2nd Edition. Springer Cham.

Mayr, 2017. Avian Evolution: The Fossil Record of Birds and its Paleobiological Significance (TOPA Topics in Paleobiology). Wiley Blackwell.

#fossil novembirb #novembirb #dinovember #dinosaurs #birds

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asumofwords · 1 year

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Aemond finally got his goddamn wish, the poor reader :( although... ngl... kinda wish that was me. That was a lie, I definitely wish that was me

Chapter 49: A union of Black and Green

When you woke, Jacaerys was already awake, seated in a chair nearby the bed, watching your face carefully as you sat up to lean against the back of the bed board. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you peered out of the open balcony. It was early morning, the sun having not fully risen, and the sky still a deep blue.

“Please-” He began but you stopped him with a small smile.

“I don’t want to argue.”

The boys head dropped down as he gazed into his lap, inhaling deeply, and straightened himself in his chair.

“We will be leaving soon.”

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed before pulling yourself up. Your side itched and you already felt jittery from nerves. You slowly walked to your brother as you reached to hold his hand. You squeezed it tightly as his brown eyes met yours.

“Then I best see you off.”

You put on a large coat, hiding your chemise beneath it, not bothering to brush or braid your hair.

You would do so later.

For now, you had to say goodbye.

You walked arm in arm to your parents chambers, before softly knocking and walking inside.

Rhaenyra stood dressed and ready, and beside her, seated, was your father who anxiously picked at one hand whilst a leg was crossed over the other. Upon seeing the both of you Rhaenyra softened, before all but running towards you to pull you into a tight hug.

You felt her dig her nose into the top of your head as she held you tightly.

You felt a familiar tide within begin to pull at you, but you pushed it down. You needed to be strong for them. You could not show your fear or apprehension.

You would be strong for them.

Your eyes lifted to your father, who still sat sitting, watching you carefully, head tilted.

“Do not let them break you.” Your mother whispered into your hair.

“They could never.”

Soon she released you, pulling you back at arms length. The sun slowly began to rise on the horizon, and so the soft blue glow of morning began to stream into the room. As you smiled at her the doors to the chambers opened, and four maids entered the room. Two of your mothers, with Saria and Aella.

In their arms was the ceremonial gown.

The cream and red was held delicately in Saria’s hands, whilst Aella held the belt. The two other maids, one pale with dark black hair and the other tall with light brown hair, held your shoes and the head piece.

It felt as if they were dressing you for burial, to be laid to rest. And in a way, it was. It would be the death of your freedom. And the death of your happiness.

“I had wished that my mother was there for my marriage. And I regret that I will not be here to see you today. Though I promise you, I will be the next time, if you so choose it. You will be wed the way we were, and the way our ancestors were.”

The girls walked forward with the items so that you could look at them closely. The sleeves, collar and bottom of the dress were a vibrant red that bled into the cream of the rest for the gown. It was just as you had remembered.

Your hand came to stroke it. Under any other circumstances you would have been elated to wear the robes that so many before you had. The robes your mother and father had.

But today was different.

And looking at the robes only seemed to cement the fear inside of you.

Daemon finally stood, walking slowly towards you as he looked down at the robes in the maids hands. Before he nodded to Jacaerys and both of the men left the chambers, leaving you, the maids and the Queen inside.

“I may not be present, but I will be with you. Let me help prepare you.” Rhaenyra smiled sadly at you, and you struggled to hold in the sob within your chest.

You nodded softly as the maids came to help dress you, pulling your bed slip over your shoulders before guiding a small chemise over to replace it. You felt eyes on your wounded side as Rhaenyra watched the four maids dress you slowly, with care and love, in the ceremonial garb.

The material was soft and warm as it fell over your legs gently, flowing like water. The soft fading red catching your eye as you looked down at the floor. It was as tough you had waded through pools of blood, soaking the material of the gown.

The air in the room was tense as Saria and Aella began to fasten the belt around you, careful to not pull it too tight around the skin that had finally begun to scar. A reminder of the danger you were willing throwing yourself back into.

The waist band fit you snuggly and you watched your mothers face break, as a tear slid down her cheek.

“Iksā sīr gevie.” (You are so beautiful) She cooed, stepping forward to wipe away the tear that had begun to slide down your own cheek, unbeknownst to you. You smiled sadly, eyes catching the mirror behind.

You did look beautiful.

You looked every piece a Valyrian Princess. The embodiment of fire and blood. The legacy of dragons. The dress hugged your body perfectly and brought out the softness of your skin. Saria and Aella brushed your hair, and braided it half up, half down.

You watched in the mirror as your mother walked forward, object in hand.

She lifted the headpiece up, placing it upon your head. It was heavier than expected. The V of the front came down atop the front of your forehead. Gold beaded disks covered the top before arching over the risen top. Intricate beaded designs then rose from the top of it, whilst long loops of beads hung on the side of your face.

Tears fell from your eyes freely now at the vision.

If only things were different.

If only it wasn’t him.

If only it was under better circumstances. You would have been happy, you would have been elated.

You should have been.

The door to the chambers opened and Jacaerys and Daemon entered once more, their feet slowing as they watched you turn to look at them over your shoulder. Queen Rhaenyra’s hand landed on your shoulder as you stood beside her.

Jacaerys stared at you, and you felt your resolve being to crumble.

Daemon’s composure broke. And the rising silence in the room was broken as he stalked towards you, roughly grabbing the sides of your face as he looked at you.

“Sīr gevie,” (So beautiful,) He uttered, “Ñuha gevie tala.” (My beautiful daughter). New tears flowed down your cheek as you leant into his touch, your mothers hand moving to the small of your back in comfort.

Sniffing, you opened your eyes, smiling widely at your father.

"Avy jorrāelan.” (I love you.) You breathed, before looking at them all.

You straightened your back looking at them, the Rogue Princes hands dropping roughly to his sides as you moved to kiss your brother upon his cheek.

The light of the room had risen as the sun rose higher in the sky, no longer a soft blue hue, but now a warm pink. It instilled an anxious energy amongst you all, as you shifted on your feet.

The day was here, and they could not be.

“I will write to you.” You assured your mother, “Do not mourn me, mother. You will have your throne, and I do not plan to give up my position as your Hand.” You smiled.

Ser Eryyk entered the chambers, bowing as he addressed you all.

“Your grace, the ships are ready for you.” He announced to the room.

It was time.

Rhaenyra stepped forth and pulled you to her, murmuring in your ear, “Sagon kostōba.” (Be strong,) She breathed, “Do not endure more than you already have. Run if you need to. You mean more to me than any crown would.”

She stepped back looking at you once more, eyes darting to Daemon who gave her a solemn nod before moving towards Ser Eryyk, pausing as she waited for Jacaerys.

The young man stood still, not speaking, and not moving as he stared at you. You stepped towards him. One step, then another, before you stood before him. You grabbed his arms as you looked at him, before yanking him forward to hold him.

You felt him stiffen in your arms before his hands came to clutch at your robes at your back. His chest heaved as you felt him fight off the tears.

“I will be okay, I swear.” You murmured in his ear, clutching him tighter.

“I know.” He whispered back.

He pushed away from you abruptly, smiling tightly as he nodded, before turning to leave with your mother out the chamber doors, Ser Eryyk bowing before following as the remaining maid left with them. The doors closed softly and you were left in the room with Daemon.

You spun to look at him as he stared at you. He stood leaning on one leg, hip jutted out and head titled. He was dissecting you with his eyes.

“You can breathe now.” He sighed, and you felt the breath of air you had been holding fly from your lips, hand coming to rub at your face roughly as you began to pace the room.

Only Daemon would see you like this.

You moved about the room as your father watched you, only stopping to pulling your shoes on roughly. You heard the familiar screech of Syrax and knew that your mother and brothers had left Dragonstone.

It was time to go.

Daemon walked with you slowly up the grassy hill to where the Maester had begun preparations. The stone table outside and its melted candles dripped slowly from the sides, small flames licking the red and cream wax in waiting.

Red and yellow strings hung across the space whilst long poles were stuck in the grassy ground, intricate detailed sigils above them blew gently in the breeze.

Cups and bowls sat upon the candle lit alter, and you felt yourself take shaky steps as you looked about.

All that were present were you, the Maester, and Daemon.

You stood in the breeze waiting, and it felt that the days that had gone so quickly had suddenly slowed unbearably. Time seemed to drag its stubborn heels into the ground as you waited, and waited for the presence of the One-Eyed Prince.

The breeze blew the skirts of your robes as you stood beside your father. His large hand had come down to grip yours tightly in his grip, grounding you. It was the only thing that kept you firmly planted where you were. The urge to run was so strong, and yet you kept yourself firmly beside him.

You both watched the horizon, waiting for the Greens to arrive to Dragonstone. And as you waited, the unbreakable silence came to be. The sun was high in the sky as it cast a gentle warmth across the grassy hills, and rocky structures of the volcanic island.

Would he arrive on Vhagar? Would he burn you all without even blinking? Would an entire fleet arrive and take you back to King’s Landing for a public execution?

“It’s not too late.” Your fathers voice interrupted your spiral.

You looked up at him beside you. He wore his riding leather, all black and stiff on his form.

He was ready to fight.

Dressed for battle, not celebration.

For you.

You squeezed his hand, “We need time.” You smiled small, before letting your eyes cast out towards the horizon once more.

In the distance on the sea was a small ship. Barely a dot on the horizon as it approached you both. Your heart raced in your chest as you looked along the rest of the horizon.

It was alone.

There was no war fleet heading your way. No battalion coming forth to make ruins of your home and the people that resided there.

“Tala,” Daemon began again, holding your hand in both of his as he watched the ship get closer, the three headed green dragon flying high upon its sails.

“Please.” He begged, and his mask slipped away, you saw the grief and anxiety of the man who had helped to raise you. You let a shaky hand reach up to cup his cheek and his eyes closed, pushing air out from his nose.

“I am your daughter,” You began, watching his face tense, “You should know by now I will not make it easy for them.”

The Rogue Prince leant his head forward, pushing his forehead to press against yours, holding it there as you both closed your eyes. A show of affection and love you had seen him give to your mother time, and time again. To his brother who he had leant his head roughly against his shoulder, and to you, as a child, and even now.

Some things never change.

You let yourself lean against him as you breathed heavily, preparing yourself for the inevitable, as the ship behind you got closer and closer. Daemon shifted, lifting to press his lips against your hairline before straightening, looking into the horizon.

At first you thought it was nothing.

But then you heard it again.

The soft roar of a dragon you had not heard since the night that changed everything.

You couldn’t breathe as you listened to Vhagar cry into the air again, closer this time, as she approached Dragonstone, with your uncle fastened to her back.

You turned with your father, facing the expanse of the ocean as you watched the ship sail closer and a large green mass fly slowly towards you. You blinked as you felt your stomach drop. But you would not show them your weakness.

You stiffened and diverted your eyes to the alter as the Maester settled the cups and bowls upon the table, gold rope and dragon glass placed neatly beside each other in preparation for the wedding rights.

Vhagar’s loud cry echoed through the air and you felt your palm begin to sweat, one in your fathers grip and the other unconsciously stroking your scarred side. You blinked away the fear and went to turn your head away from the alter.

But there he was.

Beside the candles, to the back of the space, stood Lucerys in his black and red robes. He was not drenched in water, nor bleeding from his eyes or mouth. His curly hair was brushed neatly atop his head. The young boy watched you with a small smile on his lips.

He was here.

And suddenly you were not so alone.

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mindblowingscience · 11 months

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Scientists now know that this remarkable reaction requires the smallest possible amount of light – just one single photon – to begin. A US team of researchers in quantum optics and biology showed that a lone photon can start photosynthesis in the purple bacterium Rhodobacter sphaeroides, and they are confident it works in plants and algae since all photosynthetic organisms share an evolutionary ancestor and similar processes. The team says their findings bolster our knowledge of photosynthesis and will lead to a better understanding of the intersection of quantum physics in a wide range of complex biological, chemical, and physical systems, including renewable fuels. "A huge amount of work, theoretically and experimentally, has been done around the world trying to understand what happens after a photon is absorbed," says Graham Fleming, a biochemist at the University of California, Berkeley. "But we realized that nobody was talking about the first step. That was still a question that needed to be answered in detail."

#science #stem #biology #physics #photosynthesis #photons #plants

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m5or · 2 months

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So I am replaying Skyward Sword and gosh darn it why do all the little birds vibe and flock to Groose? (I mean we are chasing after them with a big ol' net but shhhh.) I just want to be friends!

Groose shut up. This is where our true rivalry begins. He's one-upped us with the birbs. He may be the true bird whisperer. I love the headcanon that sky here is a birb whisperer and can be tolerated by the cuccos. He wouldn't harm them anyway. Accidents can happen. There's birds are classified as enemies in Skyward sword. There's the Hork who will regurgitate boulders onto your head.

But worst of all is the Guay. (I think that what they're called.) there the crow-like birds. They attack you when you get too close but also will poop on your head. poor link.

Maybe they are the Cucco's ancestors? I think they might be in every Zelda game? The crow enemy beef is on-site for link. Timeline wise could be the longest grudge ever. Truly this is the fate that is bound together forever by hate for the other. Ganon who?

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puhpandas · 9 months

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prompt from @kookyc

Extinct

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It was supposed to just be a silly marathon.

Gregory threw out the idea to Freddy, who mentioned wanting to learn more about the outside world. Which... he cant really do as only a head, despite Gregory and Vanessa having plans to get him a body.

Gregory just wanted to show him some of the world around him, nature and all that crap, from the comfort of Vanessa's apartment, by watching a nature documentary.

Gregory should have known letting the episode about bears play was a bad idea.

"Bears are extinct?!" Freddy cries, once again suprising Gregory with the suprising amount of emotion in his robotic voice.

Gregory sighs, and facepalms, pausing the TV. "Yeah. Went extinct a couple years back. Polar bears went first, and then they all just kinda dropped from there."

Freddy sputters, and looks at the grizzly bear on the TV with somehow shiny eyes. "B-But I thought humans were supposed to protect nature and the wild animals that inhabit it!"

Gregory frowns. "Yeah, they're supposed to. But things happened and not everything can be saved."

Freddy looks away from the TV and at him, LED eyes shining bright with emotion. "I am a bear. I am Freddy Fazbear. What does this mean for me?"

Gregory sighs. "Oh boy."

"If bears are all extinct, does that mean I am the last bear in the world?" Freddy starts, eyes staring blankly at the wall. "I am not a real bear, though. Does that mean I am apart of my own species? With the Pizzaplex closing down, will there be no more of me made? Am I the last of my kind?!"

Gregory pats Freddys head when he begins to sound frantic, and he grabs the remote, turning off the documentary and putting on YouTube. "Maybe we should watch something else. I dont think worrying over whether you can go extinct as a robot is good for your programming."

Freddy mimics taking a deep breath, like how Vanessa showed him how to do if Freddy ever malfunctions over Gregory being away. "You are right, Gregory. What would my ancestors think if I was wasting the life of the last bear on earth with worrying? They would want me to live it to the fullest!"

Gregory pauses. "Er... that's not what I meant--"

"Nonsense!" Freddy exclaims. "Put on some more information about nature, Superstar. I want to learn about those before me!"

Vanessa walks into the room before Gregory can respond, holding a bowl of popcorn. "I heard yelling. What happened?"

Gregory waves sporratically at the TV and then at Freddy. "Vanessa, tell Freddy that he isn't apart of a species and that he wont go extinct like bears did!"

Vanessa plops down on the couch, and she hums nonchalantly, in thought.

"Well... technically..."

Gregory stares at her. "Vanessa."

Gregory can see a slight twitch in her carefully neural expression, and he feels his blood boil. "Technically, Glamrock Freddys have gone extinct, since they wont be rebuilding another Pizzaplex."

Gregory stands up off the couch. "But he isnt even apart of a species to begin with! He cant even go extinct!"

Vanessa's stony expression finally breaks, and she bursts out laughing when Freddy cries out.

"So it is true!" Freddy exclaims, distraught. "I am the last Glamrock Freddy!"

Gregory shakes his head and sighs, sitting down. "Sure, I guess... but Freddy, you arent just a Glamrock Freddy," Gregory says, and sends Vanessa the stink eye when shes still laughing.

"You're one of a kind. And being so unique that there arent any more of you isnt a bad thing. How would you feel if there were two of me?"

Freddy hums, mulling over Gregory's words. "I cannot imagine there being two of you, Superstar, same with Vanessa, but..." He trails off. "You are not like me, Gregory. You were not created to entertain and inspire. You are just you, and I am me."

"That's right. You're you." Gregory counters. "It doesnt matter why we were created, it matters what we do with our lives while we live them."

Gregory sends Vanessa a meaningful look, and she just stares at them when her laughter dies down considerably, a serious expression on her face.

"Damn," Vanessa pokes him. "Why are you pulling out all of the existential wise words, squirt?"

Gregory shrugs. "I dunno. Freddy seems like he needs it."

Freddy rumbles a low sound, and Gregory recognizes it as thinking. "So..." Freddy begins. "you are saying that I am myself, and there is nobody else like me, therefore I cannot truly die?"

Gregory scratches behind his head. "Well, I didnt put it like that..." He says. "But yeah. I guess."

Freddy smiles. "That was very wise, Superstar." He praises. "I will keep this in mind next time I feel like I am in a jumble."

"...Jumble?" Gregory mutters, then shakes his head. "No problem, Freddy. I just don't want you to have an existential crisis again."

"How about we watch one of your, as you put it, 'vlogs', Superstar?" Freddy asks.

Gregory grins. "You dont even have to ask."

The video Gregory put on was only playing for a couple minutes when Vanessa spoke up suddenly, a quiet mumble.

"Well technically, a long line of Freddys have been fizzled out over decades and never used again, so Freddy can go extinct."

"Vanessa!"

ao3 link

#got this prompt by using a random number generator #such a silly prompt #pandas writes #oneshot #ficlet #3 star fam #gregory #freddy #vanessa #gregory and freddy #gregory and vanessa #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanessa #glamrock freddy #fnaf fic #prompt #donut holes

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hailmaryfullofgrace55675 · 6 months

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“Ashkenazi Jews don’t actually have Levantine genetic ancestry” has been floating around lately among naïve and conspiracy minded anti-Zionists, a problematic claim that undermines actually correct anti-Zionist principles and defense of Palestinian rights. This claim is

absolutely irrelevant, as “blood” originating on the “soil” does not grant anyone any right to an ethnostate on any land. Using area-native ethnicity to justify discrimination and mass killing is bad when it’s Yamato Japanese discriminating against Korean, Mainland Chinese, and Taiwanese minorities in Japan and it’s bad when it’s Celtic-Germanic descent Brits oppressing Celtic-Germanic descent Irish who they’re genetically undifferentiatable from. It was bad when it was Hutus killing Tutsis and it was bad when it was the Khmer Rouge killing Chinese and Vietnamese Cambodians. The actions of the Israeli state in immiserating and slaughtering non-Jewish Palestinians would be equally harmful and wrong if the diaspora had never happened and every Israeli could trace their resident lineage in an unbroken line back to the time of the Second Temple, because it is bad to destroy people’s homes, burn their crops, imprison them, and kill them.

incorrect, at least according to current scientific consensus. Most genetic studies seem to indicate that Ashkenazim are of majority European descent and also have ancestry in the Levant, that is: the Ashkenazi population had some Levantine founders and there’s been significant amounts of intermarriage over the hundreds and hundreds of years of the diaspora into Southern Europe and from there across Central and Eastern Europe.

irrelevant again because even if, through a combination of conversions, adoptions, intermarriage, and adulterous and out of wedlock pairings between Jews and local gentiles, the diasporic European Jewish population had become completely genetically indistinguishable from local gentiles, those Jews would still have been the children of Israel. They still would have learned to read the Torah and celebrate its festivals. They still would have learned, from their families and communities in an unbroken line, to pray “Sh’ma Yisrael, Adonai eloheinu, Adonai echad” (Hear, Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is one) as the rabbinic sages of Roman Judea observed in the Talmud that they were commanded to do. They still would have spoken languages with Hebrew and Aramaic elements, and they still would have written them with letters recognizable in the Dead Sea Scrolls. They still would have had the same interests, affirmed daily and yearly, in the land that their people left so many hundreds of years ago.

One formulation of the claim is “Israel bans direct to consumer genetic testing because it shows that (Ashkenazi) Jews don’t have Middle Eastern ancestry”. The Israeli government does ban DTC genetic testing as part of a genetic information privacy and nondiscrimination law passed in 2000, before companies like 23andMe existed. DNA testing for ancestry can be interpreted and presented many ways, and the ancestry breakdowns given by DTC GT companies just do not correspond to the question “where, how, and through what migrations did this population originate?”.

Once again, Zionism is not bad because people residing in places their ancestors are not from is bad. That is fine. Zionism is bad because from its beginning the Zionist project has been one of violent dispossession and because that violent dispossession continues in and through this very present moment.

#jewposting #palestine #israel #antizionism

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sophieinwonderland · 3 months

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My headcannon is that when human beings first came to existence, they were supposed to have alters and headmates to share the load of work, but then it just went away, but all of them are still in the back of every person’s mind like: “Dude, what the hell? Tell Tiffany you didn’t wanna go to that party! Screw being late to school, pet that damn dog!” And we just perceive that as our thoughts and talking to ourselves. /j

—Geovanni

Seriously though, what do you think (or is there evidence of) a survival mechanism behind plurality, or did it begin when urban and modern society began due to stress and such?

Ooh! There are so many layers to this! This is going to be fun! 😊

20,000 BC

I think we can start with dissociation, because let's face it, living in the past probably would have been pretty traumatic. And it makes sense people would have a mechanism to separate themselves from that trauma.

Imagine the year is 20,000 BC. You're a child being raised in a home made of the bones of the mighty mammoths. The world outside is a harsh, frigid wasteland. It's kill or be killed. And you've been taught this from a young age. Your youth is preparing to hunt the monsters that stalk the land, like the great beast whose bones were used to construct your home.

As you grow, you likely would find yourself living a dual-life. On one hand, you're the killer, the hunter of monsters. On the other, you need to be kind and caring to your family and friends because humans are social creatures. You need to be able to put the killer inside you to sleep when you're at home.

I don't usually think of the metaphor of having a work self and home self as being a plural thing. But I think it might become one when your "work self" involves entering a dangerous world of monsters where you need to hunt to survive every day.

This, I feel, is a good explanation for the evolutionary advantage of dissociation to our ancestors

But that leaves out non-traumagenic plurality.

Before we get to this, let's talk about something that isn't plural itself but is related.

Evolution of Dream Characters!

Here's one curious feature of humanity that we all kind of take for granted...

We have a holodeck in our head! An ability to, every night, create realistic mental simulations of the world.

There are many explanations for this ability, but personally, I take the view that it's intended as a conflict simulator. A danger room without the danger. How do you ensure that a species will survive the dangers of the world? You let them simulate the dangers they expect will happen every single night. It's like how a speech will go better if you rehearse what you're going to say first. Being forced to simulate a hunt will you make better prepared for it.

In my opinion, dreams are rehearsal for battling sabretooth tigers.

This is why so many dreams involve conflict, and even why we so often have nightmares. A nightmare is just your mind simulating how you would deal with something you're afraid of.

But where this gets really interesting and scary is that dreams don't just simulate circumstances and creatures. Dreams simulate people.

This also makes a lot of sense from an evolutionary perspective. There's an advantage to being able to predict how other people would react to you, and replay scenarios in your mind to train yourself for human interaction.

The strange thing is that these temporary people that we call dream characters are often fully autonomous. Even most lucid dreamers who learn to control other aspects of their dreams still can't control their dreams characters.

To me, this only makes sense if dream characters are temporary dissociated agents. Not exactly alters since they don't front. And not even full headmates since they don't last longer than the dream. But using similar mechanisms.

Evolution of Tulpas and Daydream Characters

With all of this in mind, I want to point out that daydreams and imagination exist for a similar reason as dreams. They're to simulate things. The difference is that daydreams and imagination are usually more controlled and less autonomous. You choose the simulation you want to run.

The reason that tulpas are able to exist is that, if someone were to imagine the same character over and over again, the brain might see that character as being more important. Conscious control over an imaginary character slows the simulation down and can interfere with it running, so the simulation needs to become automatized. And over time, with repeated interaction, that simulation could grow to develop its own autobiographical memories and become fully sapient.

In 20,000 BC, it wouldn't be recognized as a headmate, but probably some sort of external spirit or deity.

But why do these things work this way? Why is it possible for tulpas to exist, be sentient, and even front?

The brain is lazy

I think the brain's design cut corners and uses the same mechanisms for all of these that it uses to make the singlet "self."

There's a certain logic to this. If you need the brain to simulate other sentient people, why wouldn't it just use the same ones it uses to simulate the host?

Especially when the brain wasn't designed. These various mechanisms likely just evolved out of each other. Did the brain evolve to simulate a "self" first and later evolve to simulate "other" people? Or did we have the ability to simulate other people first, and later our sense of self evolved from that?

Whatever the case may be, I'm sure one did evolve from the other, and this is the reasons for a lot of the oddities we experience in plurality.

Anyway, that's my theory! 😁

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A helping hand: Namor x reader

Wakanda forever spoilers

gif creds: @wiha-jun

After Namor's left ankle wing is cut off, you bandage it up.

Warnings: Talk of Namor being hurt, and fixing up an injury. That's about it.

Haven't seen anyone write anything like this. It came to mind the other day and I just thought it would be perfect to write. So happy it was confirmed that his wing will heal back, cause I kept wondering if they would.

Editors note: I realise it was just one of his ankle wings, not both, and Im not sure if it was his right or left so I went with his left :)

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It was a bad idea. Waging war on Wakanda. Now as you wait patiently for your partner to return, you worry for his safety.

"Please don't go, K’uk’ulkan.”

He's half-way out the door, but he doesn't leave. Not yet.

"I need to..."

"You could get hurt."

Namor, not even realising that you're near crying, turns to look at you.

"I need to do this, for our people..."

He's not going to listen to you, is he?

"...and what about us? I..." the tears fall but you ignore them, too focused on him. "I can't lose anyone else."

Now you can't stare at him, but K’uk’ulkan’s sudden touch brings your attention back to him. One hand placed on the side of your face and his eyes...they just held determination, and now they hold care.

"...I promise you, I'll come back to you..."

He presses his head to yours, bringing your eyes to flutter close a moment.

"...I give you my word."

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The door to the room creaks open, and K’uk’ulkan stumbles in. He's sporting three long scratches on the left side of his face, but it's the fact that the wings on his left ankle has been sliced off.

"K’uk’ulkan..."

You run over to him, pulling him into a soft hug. He immediately settles into it, happy to finally be back in your arms.

"...I'm here, my love..."

After the hug, he takes your hands in his.

"...what of Wakanda?"

"We came to an agreement."

So shuri did have a change of heart.

"...we will be working together from now on..."

Letting out a long breath that you had been holding you nod.

"That's all and well, but what about you?"

"Me?"

He follows your eyes: how they land on the scratches, then his sliced wing. Then realization hits and he remembers why he'd been limping in the first place.

"I'll be fine. I just need time to heal..."

It's a good thing that he can heal. If just wouldn’t be the same without one of his ankle wings permanently sliced off.

"...at least let me bandage your ankle up, please.”

He’d say no, but the way you care so much brings him to say ‘okay my love.’ As well as the fact he realises it would be better to have it bandaged up.

You start pulling him to the seat. He slowly sits down and you leave to grab a bandage, returning soon to take your place next to him.

"Lean your leg here.”

Once he does what you tell him to you begin to slowly wrap his left ankle, earning quiet hisses from K’uk’ulkan but he doesn't tell you to stop.

"...how did this happen..?"

Crossing the bandage over, unraveling more of it.

"The pr...the black panther. During the fight she cut it off..."

Jeez

"...it was a pretty good strategy.."

Rip the wing off, ground him. It had kept him on the ground for the fight, giving shuri more of an advantage.

"Maybe, but that still doesn't make things any better."

Crossing the bandage over, again.

"...I'm not happy about it love. I don't like seeing you hurt."

The last time, you remember, he had passed out in your arms after sustaining a near fatal injury, and you'd nearly lost him.

You remember sobbing, praying to the ancestors to keep him alive. They had answered you, thankfully, but it still scared you.

"...I could have..." pushing away the thought because that's all it is, a thought. Instead you focus back on the task at hand.

"I'm alright, I promise you. I wouldn't leave you."

"I know that, I do, I just worry you know."

"And that's one of the many reasons I love you."

As he says that you finish wrapping his ankle. He moves his foot a little, feeling the tightness of the bandage, but also feeling how secure it is. This is perfect until his wing has fully healed back.

K’uk’ulkan, beyond thankful, leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips, wrapping an arm around your waist while you lean into the kiss. When you part for air, you bring a hand up to rest on the side of his face.

"Thank you."

You should be the one thanking him for coming back to you. He came back like he promised not in a perfect way but he still returned to you.

"...you're welcome my love."

Leaning forward, touching his head with yours a moment. Then you pull away again, letting him see that smile he loves so much. Seeing it again after a day of being apart is a welcome sight...it always is.

Taking your right in his, once more, you move closer to him. Closing the gap between you, and you lean your head against his shoulder.

"Did I tell you how much I've missed you...?"

'Not as much as I missed you' he thinks, but settles on.

"I'm not sure, but I would love to hear that.”

Unable to hold your laugh you just shake your head, nuzzling your head more into his shoulder.

"Okay my king."

You're not sure how long the conversation goes for after that, but neither of you care. You're in eachother's arms, that’s all you need.

#namor #namor x reader #black panther wakanda forever #soft #tenoch huerta #k’uk’ulkan #k’uk’ulkan x reader

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dindjarinmandalorian · 1 year

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Together. Bo X Din

They went to the Mines of Mandalore TOGETHER.

They took down the pirates and helped Greef TOGETHER.

They saved Ragnar TOGETHER.

They visited Plazir-15 and United the Mandalorians TOGETHER.

They took down Moff Gideon TOGETHER

Throughout the season we see Bo and Din grow closer TOGETHER. I’ll start by saying if Din never went to the mines and had never gotten captured Bo would be dead. Him sending Grogu to find Bo to save him ended up saving her as well. Her castle was later bombed and completely destroyed..

We see that Din and Bo care about each other deeply. Weather it’s longing looks from Bo or the actions we see from either of them.. Bo always looks for Din for assurance.. it happens MANY times throughout the season. Bo also asks for Din’s advice countless amounts of times.. She values what he thinks more then anyone else.. We get to see how well they work TOGETHER.. (The Droid Chase, The Droid Bar, Ship Dogfights, Talking to the Ugnaughts, Taking down the pirates, Etc) Another huge moment is in Episode 6.. when Bo and Din are on there way to first talk to Axe who has taken control of Bo’s fleet. Bo sits across from Din with a face full of anxiety and slight nervousness.. she doesn’t know how to play the situation.. Din tells her that she is there leader and they will follow her.. they then arrive to Axe and the others.. Bo challenges Axe to a duel with Bo coming out on top. Axe doesn’t take the loss well and tells Bo they won’t follow her because she doesn’t even have the saber and won’t fight Din.. claiming he “doesn’t have a drop of mandalorian blood in his vains.” Bo immediately comes to Dins defense stating that “Din Djarin took the creed and chose to walk the way.. just as our ancestors did.. he is every bit the mandalorian they were.. especially as much as any of us..” Din looks stunned to Bo who gives him a reassuring look.. Axe again reiterates that they will only follow whoever posses the Darksaber.. before Bo can reply Din interjects That Bo will have the saber and explains how it is rightfully her’s.. He gives her the saber and they share a soft tender moment that ends with Din giving her a warm nod.. again assuring her that she can do this.. The episode ends with Bo wielding the Darksaber and Din standing next to her.. They stand TOGETHER.

The dynamic between Din, Bo and Grogu was also a huge part of this season.. Grogu grows closer to Bo as the season goes along.. Each time the three of them are in Bo’s ship.. Grogu gets closer to Bo until he eventually sits in her lap.. When Grogu is knighted on Plazir-15 it nearly bring Bo to tears.. Din and Bo train Grogu together and get him ready to face Ragnar. She takes on the mother dynamic to Grogu earning herself the nickname “Mommy Mando”

Bo went from not wanting anything to do with Din at the beginning of the season to being her most comfortable self by his side.. I said in an earlier post that when Bo begins to ever doubt herself, it’s Din who picks her back up and tells her what she needs to hear. Din is the only person who pledges to Bo for Bo. She feels like she can’t keep everyone together “there’s too much animosity” Din puts those concerns to rest and states that “What means more to me is honor, loyalty and character..” Bo turns to Din.. her face is as soft as we’ve ever seen it.. he continues “These are the reasons I serve you Lady Kryze..” Din turns to leave and Bo admires Din as he walks away.. as she turns back to view the horizon a slight smile cracks her face.. She feels confident and at ease again thanks to Din..

Bo never smiled very much.. but in season 3 she does when she’s in the company of Din and Grogu.. Her Family. This is when Bo feels most comfortable.. TOGETHER with Din and Grogu..

We’ve also seen that people would follow Din and Bo if they led TOGETHER . Bo stands to ask for volunteers to aid her.. nobody stands or volunteers.. Bo look’s defeated and uncomfortable.. Until Din stands and Volunteers.. Bo is immediately grateful it means more to her then Din could ever know. The other mandalorians then fall in line and join Din in volunteering. Din’s opinion means a lot to them.. Paz was never a fan of Din.. he makes it clear.. but once he helps save his son again Paz points out that he will follow Din Djarin and Bo Katan.. The other Mandalorians agree and aid them against the pirates thanks to Paz’s words.. they will follow Bo and Din TOGETHER.

To end it all Din, Bo and Grogu take on Gideon TOGETHER. Din fights Gideon and is on the brink of defeat.. Bo spots him and flys to his rescue. She knocks down Moff and tells Din to “Go save his kid..” Bo fights Gideon and the darksaber is destroyed.. As Bo is nearly defeated she states that “Mandalorians are stronger together..” Din arrives and saves her.. They take on Gideon TOGETHER. The clan of three. And that’s where we end. The clan of three. Grogu saves them with a force shield.. we get the final shot of the three of them.. the clan of three TOGETHER.

Bo and Din are stronger TOGETHER

Bo, Din and Grogu are stronger TOGETHER

BODIN FOR THE FREAKING WIN 🔥

Cheers to seeing more of them all TOGETHER in season 4!

#dinbo #bodin #din djarin #bo katan #bo katan x din #bo katan kryze #starwars #grogu #star wars #disney #disneyplus #rant #moffgideon

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Hey, sorry if I'm repetitive but what do you think happened to the humans in the Moomin universe.

Absolutely do not worry about asking too many questions, I love answering them!!!

Humans in Moominland is a very interesting subject... In that they're a LOT less of a presence than even I thought they were.

Alot of people (including me) thought that when, in Moomins and the Great Flood, Moominmamma was talking about Moomins living behind huge stoves before the invention of central heating she was talking about humans' stoves.

But no.

She never uses the word human, she says people.

(...) In those days they lived together with the house-trolls in people’s houses, mostly behind their tall stoves. “Some of us still live there now, I’m sure,” said Moominmamma. “But only where people still have stoves, I mean. We’re not happy with central heating.”

“Did the people know we were there?” asked Moomintroll.

(...)

“[A Hattifattener is] a kind of little troll-creature,” explained Moominmamma. “They’re mostly invisible. Sometimes they can be found under people’s floors, and you can hear them pattering about in there when it’s quiet in the evenings. (...)

And it's not like "people" was used as a specific term in Moomins and the Great Flood, either, because we have instances like these;

“Thank you so awfully much,” said Moominmamma. “You must have invited quite a lot of people up here for sea-pudding, I should think.”

“Oh yes,” said the boy. “People from every corner of the world. Snufkins, Sea-ghosts, Little Creeps and Big Folk, Snorks and Hemulens. And the odd angler fish, too.”

(...)

The armchair bobbed slowly along towards a hill where a lot of people were running about, pulling their belongings out of the water.

(...)

“Well, well,” said the marabou stork, who was beginning to feel touched. “I think I had better put you down on dry land and try to rescue a few more before the sun goes down. It’s very pleasant, rescuing people.” And then he took them back to the shore while they all talked at the same time about all the dreadful things they had been through. All along the shore people had lit fires at which they were warming themselves and cooking food, for most had lost their homes.

So it could be that Moominmamma was just talking about living behind regular creatures' oversized stoves, like how the Moomin ancestor did in Moominland Midwinter, which is honestly a very silly image. And it's not like it'd be impossible - the Hemulen and the Marabou stork in Great Flood are absolutely massive compared to our main characters.

Marabou storks tend to be about 5 feet tall so relatively speaking, if we assume this stork is still the same size as he would be irl, then our main characters would be relatively mouse-sized.

However. Tove didn't seem to have committed to this concept, and more or less just retconned it out of canon. Since the cats in Moomins and the Great Flood are seemingly regular-sized relative to the Hemulen's chair;

But in the 1968 revision of Comet in Moominland including future adaptations of the story, Sniff's cat is regular-sized, and so are the cats that appear in the Moomin comic strip, like the one in Moominmamma's Maid.

(sorry for using a screenshot from the 90s movie adaptation, I couldn't find a book illustration since I don't have a PDF of the revised book, much less an illustration of Sniff and his cat next to eachother, if that exists. If anyone has a way to read the revision in English pleeease give it to me)

But that's just Moomins and the Great Flood, which practically functions as a "pilot episode" for the whole franchise; it set up the concepts but is not representative of the rest of the franchise and has alot of things that get retconned but not entirely removed for the rest of the series, it wasn't even translated into/published in English until 2012. What about the rest of the franchise?

Well, the only instance of the word "human" being used in the books is in Moominpappa at Sea, while Moominpappa talked about how stone-faced the Fisherman/Lighthouse Keeper has been for the whole book;

‘There’s something wrong with you that I can’t make out,’ Moominpappa said to himself. ‘You’re not a human being at all. You’re more like a plant or a shadow, just as if you’d never been born.’

Which implies either of two things; the LHK is human or human-adjacent, or human is a normal adjective in the world of Moomin aswell.

And the only instance of the word "human" in the comic strip (there could be another instance I'm forgetting, however I'm not talking about Lars' comics because I am kind of prioritizing Tove's intentions here) is in a conversation between Snorkmaiden and Mymble Jr in Moomin Winter Follies;

Which... Kind of implies Mr. Brisk is human, I think? It's hard to imagine but there it is, the one instance of the word human in the comics.

And that's like... The only thing we really have within the original medium of Moomin.

But Tove had also worked on other things first-hand, and one of them had actual human characters.

That being Mumintrollet (1969, nice), a live-action show primarily known for the body horror of the Moomins removing their heads to reveal human heads inside. But with that obviously inapplicable facet of the show aside, we have this guy, the main antagonist, the King;

This guy is an explicitly canon human (can't be 100% sure since the show hasn't been transcribed or translated from its original swedish but I'm close to sure), and he's about the same size as the Moomins (probably because of the nature of the show, kinda like the whole head thing and Little My's normal human size in the show, but ehhh)

And that's, like, it for the canonicity of humans in Moomin, everything else is questionable or vague or a bit bewildering.

Like, is King Jones from Moominpappa's Memoirs a human? Why is he so big? What's going on here???

But that's all up to speculation, even the examples of the instances of the word human I've shown doesn't totally prove the existence of humans as we know them in this world. Alot of the characters look human but aren't, and others aren't stated to be not human, there are some oversized things like Muddler's tin that don't get explained, but who knows, really.

In short, I don't think anything has exactly happened to humans. They're either living among Moominland's society like fellow creatures (heck, maybe even some of the characters we know are human) or they're like... Rare or extinct or didn't even truly exist in the first place.

It's one big "who knows?".

#moomins #moominvalley #the moomins #moomin #fb answers #moomin books #moomin comics #moomin analysis #long post

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flowerandblood · 1 year

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A Winter Beauty (11)

[Aemond Targaryen x fem!Stark reader]

[warnings: smut, sex content, religious guilt, fluff]

[description: Aemond and his family arrive at Winterfell for Rickon Stark's Name Day. There, Aemond meets his daughter, who arouses his desire. I changed some names and facts for the sake of the plot. Viserys is also slightly younger in this version.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

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After what they had done, Aemond had to help her change quickly into another dress. It wasn't an easy task as Lady Stark had to direct him on what to do. He untied her gown, still wet from his cum, and helped her tie a new one. They were both embarrassed by the situation and the fact, that she stood in front of him only in her nightgown.

It was even funnier because a moment ago, they were literally fucking each other on the couch next to them. They looked at each other, pressing their lips together. As Y/N was finally changed, they gave each other looks full of resignation.

This made Aemond think seriously about kidnapping her. He even had a plan, which he quickly implemented in the coming days. He wanted to marry her secretly in the traditions of Old Valyria, as his ancestors and Aegon the Conqueror had done.

Just thinking about it made him shiver. He wanted to rid himself of the guilt that he had taken her, and he couldn't give her any protection or security. He wanted her to know that for him their plans were irrevocable.

Additionally, such a wedding, sudden, in the night, unexpected, against all odds, was something that suited them. From the beginning, they could not adapt and broke all the rules of good manners.

He told her the next day after their closeness, that he had a plan what to do and she needs to trust him. Lady Stark had no idea what was on his mind. He decided that in order not to arouse suspicion, they must not get too close to each other. They had to avoid attracting attention at all costs.

On the night all this was to happen, he made her wait for him at the end of one of the keep's secret exits he had once found as a child. He drew her a map of how to get there. She was waiting for him at the end of the dark passage in a gray cloak with a hood. As he had ordered her, she made sure no one saw her.

She jumped in place when she heard someone's footsteps, and then saw his terrified face. They both sighed as they saw each other. Aemond pulled his hood down, his eye tender and excited.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked quietly.

Lady Stark had never been more sure of anything in her life.

"Yes."

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Aemond and Lady Stark flew on Vhagar to a hill near Kings Landing. They landed in a field next to a cliff. Y/N saw that someone was waiting for them there. Aemond helped her go down, took her hand, and led her through the forest.

They went to the top, beyond which there was a precipice. The moon and stars shone above, and fiery torches stuck in the ground burned around them. They had only just stopped when Lady Stark saw that Aemond was holding a gray sack in his hand.

He placed it on the ground and opened it, inside were creamy, beautiful robes, partly dyed red. He took them out solemnly, laying them on the grass. Finally, he took out a beautiful headdress resembling some ancient folk crown, decorated with beads hanging on threads. Y/N watched dumbfounded, her heart pounding in her chest with excitement.

"What is that?" She asked quietly. Aemond looked at her, his eye dark with euphoria. She had never seen him so excited before.

"These are our wedding robes. If you want, I'll help you change." He whispered. Lady Stark blushed and nodded.

She stripped off her cloak, and Aemond helped her remove her outer gown. He covered her with his body, so that the man who was waiting for them would not see anything.

Aemond slipped the main robe of her outfit over her head, then placed the second part over it, stiffer and sleeveless, the ends pointing above the shoulders. He tied a gold embroidered belt around her waist, then placed the headdress gently on her head.

He looked at her in awe. In his great-grandmother's wedding robes, she looked like a true goddess.

"You are the most beautiful woman to walk this earth." He finally spoke low and she knew he said what he really meant. She blushed at those words and smiled widely, happy. Now it was her turn to help him.

As he had done before, she helped him strip down to his nightshirt and put on his robes, they looked exactly like hers. She thought he looked wonderful.

She reached into the back of his hair and untied his ribbon, so that strands of his hair fell over his face. He stared at her with his lips parted in desire. He flinched and became confused as she touched the clasp of his eyepatch.

"No." He said quickly. Y/N leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft and wet. He kissed her back unconsciously, unable to stop himself. She broke away from him.

"You are to be my husband soon. I stand before you in truth. I want to see you like that too. What are you afraid of?" She asked, and touched her hand to his cheek, just as she had the first time they were in the crypts at Winterfell. Aemond closed his eye, giving himself completely to her touch, and was silent for a moment. He looked at her after a while.

His eyepatch was his shield. As long as he wasn't taking it off, he wasn't completely crippled. He was not a man without an eye, but someone who chose to cover up, who was surrounded by a mystery that others feared. Without it, he felt pathetic and small, the same as when he was a child, and his brother and cousins had given him a pig instead of a dragon. Like a little boy running crying to his mother.

He didn't want her to lose interest in him as a man. He didn't want her to feel sorry for him, to patronize him. What he loved about their relationship was that she unknowingly provoked him to show his dominance to her, craved his superficial power over herself - although he was convinced that in the end it was completely the other way around. She knew he was crazy about her. He swallowed silently.

"It is not a sight worthy of your attention, my Lady." He spoke calmly, his eye betrayed nothing. Lady Stark kissed him again, passionately, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Her scent, her appearance in his ancestral robes, her breath, her warm skin made him hard.

He didn't stop her as she pulled the blindfold from his eye, still digging into his lips. He shivered all over, embracing her, pressing her against him, his hand squeezing her cheeks.

After a moment she broke away from him. They stared ahead for a moment in silence, her face expressing happiness and peace. He felt his heart pounding loudly. They stroked each other's cheeks with their thumbs in silence, leaning over each other. His sapphire eye gleamed dangerously in the moonlight.

"Sapphire is my favorite color." She whispered into his mouth.

***

Aemond had explained to her in advance what the ceremony would be like. He didn't want her to get scared. She was prepared that he would cut her lip and hand with dragon glass. He promised that he would do it gently, and right after, they would use the healing ointment that he himself used when he cut himself in training or fighting.

They stood before a man in a long robe, girded with a belt similar to theirs. As she understood, he was presiding over their ceremony, everything he said was in Old Valyrian. Aemond explained more or less what he was going to say. Their hands were intertwined.

Aemond stared at her as if she were some inhuman being, her black hair blending with the night sky, her pale face and sea-colored eyes glowing.

To her, with his hair down, his long, stony face looking like a sculpture, with his luminous sapphire eye, he looked like a real demigod.

After a while the priest approached them, on the small pillow he was holding a pointed stone, which she understood to be dragonglass. Aemond took it in his hand and approached her uncertainly.

His thumb left her lower lip slightly. He looked at her face, as if asking for permission, and then she felt the blade tear at her skin, which suddenly burned with heat. She inhaled at the sensation, excited, her heart pounding wildly.

Aemond handed her the dragonglass, and she took it in a trembling hand. She lifted her hand to his cheek and stroked it, his lips parting in excitement. She pressed her thumb against his bottom lip and cut the skin of his mouth gently.

He let out a soft moan of pain and pleasure. She felt that what was happening between them was an amazing, physical and spiritual, intimate experience, their secret and mystery.

Aemond took the blade back into his hand. He took her hand in his and kissed it before cutting it open. Lady Stark inhaled again, feeling a slight pain and burning sensation, blood trickling down her fingers. Aemond quickly slashed his own hand as well as hers, and the priest squeezed them together, intertwining them with cloth.

He placed the goblet beneath their hands, into which their blood was now slowly flowing. They both looked at each other, mesmerized. She had the impression that they were performing some ritual, a spell that was now binding their souls for eternity, so that they would remain intertwined even after death.

After a moment, the priest lifted the goblet and handed it to Aemond to drink. He took a sip of their mixed blood without hesitation, never taking his eye off her. The sight was both demonic and beautiful at the same time.

Aemond handed her the goblet, looking at her adoringly. She took it from him with a trembling hand and, without thinking much, took a sip of it. Their blood was warm and thick, with a metallic, tart taste.

They both looked at each other, their bloody hands still intertwined. Aemond, unable to contain his excitement and delight any longer, leaned in and kissed her hungrily.

The kiss was painful and uncomfortable for both of them, their split lips burning, but there was something beautiful about it. Lady Stark thought with delight that this ceremony meant more to him than their wedding in Sept. In the eyes of his ancestors, she was now his wife.

***

Aemond had treated her before they climbed on Vhagar. The ointment he applied to their lips and hands instantly soothed her. He bandaged their hands so that they wouldn't bleed any further.

He asked her several times if she was okay, kissed her neck and cheeks hungrily, and she had to reassure him by stroking his hair that she had never been so happy. She could see the satisfaction on his face that the ceremony had made as much of an impression on her as it had on him.

By the time they got back to Red Keep, they had only a few hours until dawn. Lady Stark took a deep breath as he told her that he had found a room where they could spend the night in seclusion, where they would not be disturbed.

It was the chamber where his servant had once stayed, who was now caring for his sick father in the family home. Y/N followed him there obediently, holding his hand.

He closed the door behind them and put a chair under the doorknob so no one could get in. Y/N swallowed silently at the sight. They looked at each other lustfully and slowly began to undress.

Aemond came over to help her take off her gown. He kissed her shoulders gently, unraveling it string by string, until the dress fell to the floor, leaving her in only her nightgown. She helped him unbutton his jacket and he took off his pants, still wearing his nightshirt.

He quickly grabbed her and lifted her, laying on the bed with her. He knew they couldn't kiss without opening the newly sealed wound, and he didn't want to hurt her either. They ran their noses over their faces, touched each other with their hands. She was delighted that he didn't wear a blindfold, that she could see him whole.

She opened her thighs for him, hot and aroused. Already during their wedding she felt tension in the lower abdomen, now she only dreamed of him entering her.

"Do it, my husband." She whispered softly, looking into his eye. "Show me how you take what is yours."

She felt a huge shiver run through him at her words. When she called him her husband, his pupil dilated, his mouth parted, as if only now realizing what they had done. He moaned softly, his manhood rubbing against her wet entrance.

He pressed his forehead against hers, his hand running gently over her cheek, both of them showing more tenderness than ever.

One of his hands slid lower and lifted her hip, then began to massage her clit. Y/N leaned back at the sensation and moaned as his fingers probed how wet she was. He slid a finger inside her with a satisfied sound.

"This has got to be the wettest cunt in all Seven Kingdoms." He purred, massaging her slowly in circular motions where she needed it. Y/N blushed and sobbed at his words, tilting her face to the side, unable to bear the excitement that burned in her lower abdomen anymore.

"Tell your husband what you want, sweet wife." He said and ran his tongue over the skin between her breasts, which were hidden from him only by a thin, translucent material. Y/N moaned loudly at his words. He wanted her to feel what he felt, when she caught him in her traps.

Her hands tightened on the fabric of his thin shirt, both breathing heavily, excited to be doing something forbidden and wrong, despite the vows they had made and the blood they had drunk. Lady Stark looked at him, pursed her lips.

"I need you inside me, my husband, my prince." She whispered pleadingly, her words was music to his ears, his tongue gently licking his lips.

He slid his finger out of her and hovered over her, smiling in satisfaction as he saw her immediately open her thighs for him wider, pulling up the fabric of her long nightgown, her hand moving to her entrance to help him.

He entered her slowly and gently, pushing her to the brim, reaching to the very end, entering her whole. They both moaned low and long at the feeling.

He began to thrust in her, moving in and out in a slow, intense rhythm. Their bodies slapped together with a wet, shameless sound, their juices dripping onto the sheet beneath them. Even though she was incredibly tight, he moved easily through her moisture, feeling wonderful pressure on every millimeter of his manhood.

Y/N was moaning loudly beneath him, each thrust of him igniting heat inside her, her body disintegrating under his movements. She wanted to speed up, bringing her thighs to meet him, but he clenched his hands tightly around them, stopping her.

"My wife wants to make love to me like a lady or fuck like a whore?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. His lips were parted with lust, his good eye dark, sweat trickling down his neck, a vein throbbing hard at his throat.

He wanted to hear it, wanted her to say what they both knew. She sobbed under him, leaning back, she needed him to do it with all his strenght, to destroy her, to show her how great his lust was.

"Shouldn't a dragonrider's wife long to burn in her husband's fire?" She asked quietly, her lips slightly parted. Aemond groaned low at her words, his thrusts became stronger and faster. Both of them were panting heavily and loudly, feeling that they wouldn't last long.

"You want to burn? That's what you want? Want to see what I can do with you?" He asked, his lips twitching. Lady Stark moaned loudly.

"Yes, please, I need it" She pleaded. He groaned and started to thrust in her brutally and mercilessly, fucking her as she asked him to, his hands clenched painfully tight on her buttocks. He watched helplessly as his cock disappeared inside her and reappeared outside, covered in her juices, panting loudly as he felt he was about to come.

"Burn me, burn me, burn me" She moaned loudly, holding him tight against the buttocks, impaling on him with each of his brutal thrusts, panting with pleasure, her legs spread wide for him.

She came hard, arching in half as if someone had stabbed her in the back, her sweet moans spreading around the room like the most beautiful music. Aemond groaned helplessly as he slid out of her and came on top of her nightgown, he massaged himself for a while longer, hot cum gushing out of him, her eyes watching the scene adoringly.

She stretched out her arms to him and they hugged each other tightly, panting, running their noses over each other's faces, their hands traveling over their cheeks, necks and hair.

They looked at each other as if they were seeing each other for the first time and as if they were about to part forever. They fell asleep cuddled up to each other only when the sky slowly began to light up with the sun's rays.

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