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jrueships · 1 year
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sometimes i think about the ask i got about making a tier of players who are alpha beta or omega
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looking-cool-joker · 1 year
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There is a great dynamic between Zim and Gaz, but I guess to be fair Gaz has a great dynamic with everyone.
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Crossover Ships Tournament Contestants
Alright, after putting it off for a bit (due to real life being busy and also I got lazy), I’ve finally gone through and prepared the list of ships for the tournament! Congrats to the lucky 64, and apologies to anyone else whose ship didn’t make it in. I did appreciate every single entry that followed the rules, though, and all the infodumps made me smile!
Before the list, however, I wanna say that this post and the eventual bracket matchup post are going to double as places to post your propaganda via replies and reblogs (or even asks). Going forward, I will use whatever propaganda people add to the posts/send via asks with permission to add as propaganda on the eventual bracket matches. By adding any sort of replies/tags/etc to any further tournament-related posts, you are consenting to having that propaganda added into the tournament. If you are uncomfortable with this, please state it outright on any posts/asks you might send.
Also the rule about fanart for the ships still remains; if you send/provide fanart, please also provide explicit permission from the original artist or proof that you made it yourself. Otherwise, I will not feel comfortable using it in the tournament.
With all that said, let’s meet our 64 ships for the tournament! Please let me know if anything is misspelled or any information is incorrect:
Bayonetta (Bayonetta)/Palutena (Kid Icarus)
Beastman (Masters of the Universe)/Lifeweaver (Overwatch 2)
Ben Tennyson (Ben 10)/Rex Salazar (Generator Rex)
Chibiusa (Sailor Moon)/Kid Trunks Briefs (Dragon Ball Z)
Damian Wayne (DC Comics)/Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug)
Dib Membrane (Invader Zim)/Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls)
Dimentio (Super Paper Mario)/Jevil (Deltarune)
Ash Williams (Evil Dead)/Crawford Tillinghast (From Beyond)
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (How To Train Your Dragon)/Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)
Isabelle (Animal Crossing)/Wolf O’Donnell (StarFox)
Jake Long (American Dragon: Jake Long)/Juniper Lee (The Life and Times of Juniper Lee)
JD (Heathers the Musical)/Nathan Prescott (Life is Strange)
Jigglypuff (Pokemon)/Kirby (Kirby)
Johnny Bravo (Johnny Bravo)/Samurai Jack (Samurai Jack)
Leonardo Hamato (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)/Yuichi Usagi (Samurai Rabbit: The Usagi Chronicles)
Michelangelo Hamato (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)/Miles Morales (Marvel)
Reagan Ridley (Inside Job)/Toriel Dreemur (Undertale)
Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera (Ducktales 2017)/Clover Ebi (RWBY)
Gyro Gearloose (Ducktales 2017)/Hazel Rainart (RWBY)
Gandra Dee (Ducktales 2017)/Winter Schnee (RWBY)
Dewey Duck (Ducktales 2017)/Whitley Schnee (RWBY)
Mogar (Xray and Vav)/David (Camp Camp)
Jimmy Neutron (Jimmy Neutron)/Timmy Turner (Fairly Oddparents)
Jane Porter (Tarzan)/Captain Amelia (Treasure Planet)
Max Goof (Disney)/Yakko Warner (Animaniacs)
Huey Duck (Ducktales 2017)/Wakko Warner (Animaniacs)
Dewey Duck (Ducktales 2017)/Silver the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog)
Wirt (Over the Garden Wall)/Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls)
Webby Vanderquack (Ducktales 2017)/Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls)
Max (Camp Camp)/Phineas Flynn (Phineas and Ferb)
Sora (Kingdom Hearts)/Jim Hawkins (Treasure Planet)
Angus McDonald (The Adventure Zone)/Shigeo Kageyama (Mob) (Mob Psycho 100)
Anne Boonchuy (Amphibia)/Nepeta Leijon (Homestuck)
Applejack (My Little Pony)/Hol Horse (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders)
Aqua (Kingdom Hearts)/Cinderella (Cinderella)
Commander Peepers (Wander Over Yonder)/Wilt Michaels (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends)
Ditzy Doo (My Little Pony)/The Doctor (Doctor Who)
Jiminy Cricket (Pinocchio)/Timothy Q. Mouse (Dumbo)
Sam Winchester (Supernatural)/Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)
Bowser (Super Mario)/Dr. Eggman (Sonic)
Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa)/Venti (Genshin Impact)
Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)/Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)
Alex Mercer (Prototype)/Desmond Miles (Assassin’s Creed)
Adrien Agreste aka Chat Noir (Miraculous Ladybug)/Berry Shirayuki aka Mew Berry (Tokyo Mew Mew)
Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony)/Shockwave (Transformers Prime)
Floyd Leech (Twisted Wonderland)/Kanata Shinkai (Ensemble Stars)
Skales (Lego Ninjago)/Starscream (Transformers Prime)
Selina Kyle aka Catwoman (DC Comics)/Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Phone Guy (Five Nights at Freddy’s)/Wally Franks (Bendy and the Ink Machine)
Megaman (Megaman)/Pit (Kid Icarus)
Merida (Brave)/Rapunzel (Tangled)
Ange Ushiromiya (Umineko no Naku Koro Ni)/Rin Tohsaka (Fate/Stay Night)
Bendy (Bendy and the Ink Machine)/Cuphead (Cuphead)
Luca Paguro (Luca)/Maisie Brumble (The Sea Beast)
Princess Peach (Super Mario)/Samus Aran (Metroid)
Blossom Utonium (Powerpuff Girls)/Dexter (Dexter’s Laboratory)
Daffy Duck (Looney Toons)/Donald Duck (Disney)
Kefer (Egyxos)/Dragon Shiryu (Knights of the Zodiac)
Gaz Membrane (Invader Zim)/Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls)
Gregor (Star Wars the Clone Wars)/Harley Quinn (DC Comics)
Sally “Thorn” McKnight (Scooby Doo Franchise)/Skwisgaar Skwigelf (Metalocalypse)
Astro Tenma (Astro Boy (2009))/Wilbur Robinson (Meet The Robinsons)
Apollo (Percy Jackson)/Clark Kent aka Superman (Superman)
Madoka Kaname (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)/Shinji Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion)
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astrovvitches · 1 month
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hi....! i'm a bit nervous posting this since this isn't my usual body of work at all.... but regardless i did want to try and get a light interest check / feelers out for a project i have in mind :,) i've been really inspired to make interactive fictions recently and have been going through a ton of projects that i've seen on the database/thru itch !! so in an attempt to keep a good writing habit & also because i had a fun idea i wanted to work on, i've started rough planning for an IF! below is the rough synopsis and idea i'm planning on proceeding with ;w;) i would def appreciate any initial impressions or interest in replies/tags but please note i am so new to (waves hands) all of this, so i appreciate your leniency as i dip my toes into this area... if there are any questions or general comments, i'll do my best to reply....! thank u T_T ——— UNION (name is subject to change) is a soft sci-fi IF following an amnesiac player trying to navigate a war between rebels and corporations. Tear apart the membrane that keeps this city alive and carve out the truth for yourself. — SYNOPSIS (below the cut!)
UNION.
The word was plastered on every surface you could see, from torn stickers on street lamps, pixels on a moving screen, seeping into the pores of the bricks that built this city. You couldn't recall what the word meant to you, but your body remembered better. It was hard to ignore the way you flinched at any sign of the name. They were the heart of this bleeding city and you were certain that humanity would have perished long ago without their technological advancements.
You weren’t sure where you came in, a cell in this mechanical monster you called a city. With glass shards embedded into your knees and sticky lime sewage clinging to your skin, you try to make sense of the world you’ve suddenly been thrust into. 
The shadows that slip between the cracks of UNION’s watch seem to know your name, your face, your every action. Everyone seems to know better than you do. Why does everyone seem to know you? 
UNION provides you with the safety that you had never known and out of your own selfish need to survive, you’re more than happy to feed off of their open palm.
Until one day, a mysterious figure who claimed to know you, your past and your future comes to collect your dues. To you, who had known nothing outside the pristine infirmaries of UNION and the consort of employees that tended to your every need, you were now forced to make a choice: Face your enigmatic past or embrace the comforts of your new life?
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7-percent · 1 year
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A Listed English Cottage          Extensions
“Listing” a building in England is a bit like the US “national register” of historic buildings, except there are so many old buildings in England that it needs different “levels” of listing. Owning an English cottage is a labour of love, especially if it combines both old and new elements. 
Listing means there are certain things that can’t be altered. A “listed Grade 1″ basically means hands off, nothing can change. Mine is a “listed Grade 2″ which means that some things can change but you need permission and they will watch everything like a hawk to make sure the original character of the building is not harmed. 
So, when the previous owners of our house combined three 18th century cottages into one house, that was okay. When they added a modern extension, however, someone wasn’t looking closely enough.   
An old wooden floor in the extension needed replacing, so we got permission to put in a stone floor (more in keeping with an 18th century cottage anyway). When the old floor was taken up, we found... a lot of issues with how the modern extension had been built, nearly all of which made us appreciate that the 18th century builders knew what they were doing and the modern 20th century builders had no idea how to build something that would last for two hundred years. 
On the back external chalk wall of the original cottage the new builders tacked on a wooden frame. 
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You can see the chalk wall (white) which the idiots then put cement on (the grey) as a way to “tank” against rising damp. It didn’t work. The wood has rotted after thirty five years. 
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Behind the dry wall, we found all sorts of horror stories. 
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The wood just crumbles...
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We also raised ALL of the electric sockets and rewired to ensure no damp could get in. 
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This time, unlike our predecessors who were doing things on the cheap, we paid for a traditional building company experienced in old architectural design. So, the whole extension has now been “re-tanked” with a proper poured waterproof membrane, the rotten wood cut our and replaced and sunk into metal posts (which will not conduct water up) and then re-plastered, repainted and the new floor installed. 
 It’s gorgeous. And it should see us out. We are merely caretakers of a house that will live long after we are gone.
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messinwitheddie · 23 days
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1:Whatever happened to Yeet after Tallest Purple died? Where was she?
2:Cini doesn’t it burn when you let smoke go through your eyes? Why not blow it out?
3:Does Tak have a scar on her abdomen? What happened there?
4:Who would look best in a two piece swimsuit? Tallest Dava? Kii or Miyuki?
5:Dib’s son had kids, right? The twin babies?
6:Hows the professor coming along?
All very good questions, which is why I feel obligated to warn everyone cringe, self-indulgent answers are ahead.
1. Yeet ends up deserting the Irken empire altogether for Mem's hive. She agrees to let Zim downgrade her PAK, severing herself from the CB's core collective. She stays in Mem's hive and continues to perform lookout/ guard duties as well as assist Purple with certain everyday tasks, as he is rendered disabled after being cut off from things like his hovor belts/ smart gauntlets (hence why he often walks with a cane after being de-measured. The measuring process is very damaging to the body.)
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Yeet also volunteeres to lead an exploration expedition across Mem's mystery planet to help gather information about the surface beyond Mem's hive's known territories. She helped Zim, Dib and Reg draw accurate maps and extensively document the flora and fauna of the continent the hive occupies and eventually the whole planet.
In between expeditions, Yeet volunteers to bodyguard the Resisty-serving Cantina Gir (or frylord “Gorr-May" as he is eventually knighted after earning the title of Frylord in his own right) secretly opens on Mem’s mystery planet. Gir/Gorr-May is only able to sneak away and cook at the cantina occasionally, as the CB full system takeover puts him/ his employees at a huge risk. His apprentice, Mem's daughter, Vicious, does most of the cooking for the cantina.
Yeet provides Mem's hive with a much needed boost in silk, as her “condition" never improves, so she volunteers her time to silk spinning, laundry and mending clothes. She makes dolls for the smeets/ other infant species in her spare time. Yeet enjoys much more meaningful enrichment after joining Mem's hive. She stays active, happy and very much appreciated there, even if her and Gir/Gorr-May never have a swarm of their own (a mutual agreement between the two if them.).
Where Yeet is exactly when Purple dies, is not yet determined. She is very upset when she discovered he had passed. She mourned him deeply; Purple was one of her best friends, despite everything. He even officiated her and Gir's union.
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2. Cini has a bad habit of holding in when he puffs on his amber pipe because he believes the old superstition that doing so will increase the effects of the amber (somehow smoke is able to pass through Irken tear ducts in my personal head canon. This is unhealthy and unnecessary. Do not hold in smoke. Don’t smoke in general, in case any minors are ignoring my blog boundaries lol).
3. Tenn (whispering) “That's just a prominent stretch mark from our pregnancies. She's a little bitter. Mine all faded before hers, so just don’t bring it up. She trained our swarms to attack on command.”
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Tak “I can hear you over there!”
4. Why do you have to pit 3 bad bitches against each other? ^0
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5.You know what? I cannot for the life of me find the drawing you are referring to. Slowly but surely , I'm organizing my drawing room, but have yet to come across it. It is lost in tumblr limbo for sure.
I changed the story around since drawing/ posting that.
Reg temporarily cuts ties with both the Membrane and Van Verminstrasser families while in college during his early to mid 20’s. He goes through a whole para-spiritual/ environmental extremist fase. Part of the reason he joins Dib on his second trip to Mem's planet is to dodge arrest for “acts of environmental terrorism" in several countries. At some point in that time frame Reg sires a daughter, Prisha, shortly after his baby sister, Wyn, is born. (Dib and Mabel struggle to have a child for years before Mabel agrees to use ML’s cloning facilities. It's a whole thing. Yes, Dib is VERY upset he missed the birth of his grandchild.)
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(Wyn and Prisha grow up to be close friends. Prisha regularly guest stars on Wyn's reboot of "Probing the Membrane of Science" show.
Reg and Prisha's life research/ field work is a major reason why Dib's great(s) grandson, Dro's generation of humans can still breathe clean air/ drink fresh water on Earth in the distant future.)
Dib is most likely holding both his daughter and granddaughter in that drawing. He and Reg slowly repair their bond, to the whole family ‘s/ Zim's relief.
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6. Prof Membrane is very much enjoying his retirement by living his lifelong dream of exploring/ researching the uncharted depths of the earth's oceans. Dib is proud of his dad and extremely happy for him, but at the same time is constantly nervous something will go wrong and personally checks in on the Prof's research team/ inspects the equipment involved in the expedition.
[Slowly but surely I will start answering asks again soon. Been working on other things. Sorry...]
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So I'm seriously going through my soft looking little person but hidden unexpected predator phase again, so! I was wondering if your okay with a request for the oppress brother's with a seemingly innocent mate who reveals their more primal features? Cat like slit eye's or retractable fangs? Bonus fluff if mate can purr or make little happy chirps, I can just picture them learning this and it just cements this idea of "this is mine, they've chosen me and i've chosen them"
The wonderful thing about the Night Market is that it often teems with oddities. Sometimes what you wish for, you get, but sometimes... sometimes it's a roll of sabacc dice.
A forward, friends: in my own headcanon, a mating bond is forged through magic -- a song answered between hearts who know each others' rhythms. So it doesn't matter if you're of a predatory species yourself (if the nexus on Dathomir guides you to one another, for example, then it doesn't matter if you're human and he's Zabrak. You'll find each other.)
But for the benefit of anon, here, and now that I've disclaimed my feelings about it: let's get to some monsterfucking snippets since we're all so set on setting that magical system nonsense aside for the moment... and if you're at all leery: I'm not saying the boys are the monsters in these scenarios.
In summary: A few surprises the first time they took you to bed.
Feral: You led him by the hand but you held him down by the throat. His choked surprise, hands gripping your thighs, your arms over your head, chasing down that release with your panties pulled off to the side. You lost yourself a little bit -- too excited to hold it all in. A lash of velvet and muscle wrapped his ankle... at first. Confusion, then, he opened his eyes to flip you over and, in your pleasure, seemingly of its own volition, it flicked at the underside of his chin before he caught it: pulling you into him by the root so that you groaned before you could hiss. He held onto the tip for a minute, the forked end wriggling in his fist. "Not too tightly," he told you, and as your tail slunk around his throat possessively and Feral put his hands on your hips, guiding you into more familiar rhythms.
Savage: You didn't mean to pop claws on him, but fortunately for you, he wasn't upset about the condition you left his sheets, not the mattress, nor the bedspread. The pillow feathers floating everywhere he might've done without, but he plucked you off the headboard where you were clinging -- post-coital, panting, and still rigid -- and set you down with a tenderness in a cradle of destruction with a chuckle. He even kissed your temple tenderly. "You were utterly vicious," he murmured into your cheek. Completely feral for him, you thought... and that's when you saw the marks you left on him. "Nothing a bit of bacta can't fix," he assured you, nuzzling your throat until you calmed down, growing supple under his ministrations. Later, he'll buy you claw polish to match his.
Maul: He always said you had a forked tongue. Maybe he was reminded of that old insult when you wrapped it around him, indulging in the way he gripped your head when you took to pleasuring him: knees spread, hands on his knees, nose right up against his durasteel plating. You were careful, you thought, if enthusiastic, and he only frowned at the shock when you brought yourself off having barely touched yourself but found yourself stuck -- jaw open and eyes rolling. "Darling," was a note of warning. You could only squeeze your eyes shut. "Eyes up." You remembered to breathe through your nose as you blinked up at him, the membrane receded to reveal your secrets: doe-eyed and innocent, but slit down the centre as you drooled over his cock, one fang stuck in the silicon member. You whimpered, but he smirked as he helped you off of him, "I appreciate your enthusiasm, my dear."
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There’s been a lot of misconception and mislabelled images around the internet in regards to kitti’s hog-nosed bat (Craseonycteris thonglongyai, also known as the bumblebee bat; the smallest mammal in the world) and I figured I’d help educate and hopefully fix the algorithm a little by providing some actual images of them for you all to enjoy. They are just the cutest 💕
Below the break is some nerdier stuff about identification if that’s what you’re into!
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This little fellow is an infant vesper bat (Vespertillionidae). Vesper bats are the most widespread family in Chiroptera and likely the ones you see outside your window every night! The sparse fur on this little fella is a pretty good indicator of a baby bat (do note, however, that Chiroptera is a very diverse order and there are quite a few exceptions to this), and pairing that with its protruding nostrils as opposed to the flat nose of a Kitti’s gives it away. Here are some more images of baby vesper bats.
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Very adorable and very tiny regardless!
Kitti’s hog-nosed bat is the sole species in the family Craseonycteridae. They’re found only in southeast Asia. Because of this, they’re pretty unique bats. Their most distinctive trait is definitely their hog noses (flat with forward-facing nostrils, no leaf!), giving their heads an almost rectangular appearance. Additionally, they do not have tails; just the membrane. Lastly, unlike the majority of vesper bats, their ears are pointy! This is something harder to see in some images ‘cause bats love to wriggle and bend their ears but it’s something to consider.
Hope you found this post helpful! I absolutely love the attention this little dude gets. Many species of bats are endangered so we all appreciate the support. Stay batty /|\^. .^/|\
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obaewankenope · 2 years
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What do you know about frilled sharks?
Drop me questions about sharks, animals, whatever! I'll answer them! Also consider leaving me a tip if you can! It's appreciated!
I know they're the most primitive form of shark around.
Taxonomy
Hexanchiformes.
Pronounced HEH-CAH-X-CHI-FORMS if you're me.
They show up in fossil records around the Early Jurassic around 201 million years ago. There are currently only seven extant species of this order of shark.
I actually give a breakdown of Geological Time Periods in this post here if you're interested.
Extant means "surviving".
Frilled sharks, or Hexanchiform sharks, have a single dorsal fin, six/seven gills, and no nictitating membrane on their eyes.
Scientific classification goes: kingdom, phylum, class, superorder, order, family, genus, species.
Scientific classification is also called "taxonomy".
Going down the list of taxonomy the most well known of the order Hexanchiformes, the family Chlamydoselachidae, and the genus Chlamydoselachus, is the Frilled Shark. Its called a "living fossil" because the Frilled Shark is basically an unchanged species from when it was found in the fossil record to today.
The only other Living Fossil in the genus is the Southern Frilled Shark found only along the coastal waters of South Africa.
The Frilled Shark is called such because of the way its six gills seem crinkled like a frilly end on a sleeve from 17th century France.
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See what I mean? Also, that face is just wrong.
Range/Habitat
These sci-fi monster rejects can be found along the outer edges of the contintental shelf, middle of the way of the continental slope and in upwellings. They are not deep water/open-ocean swimmers basically. They will stick close to the ocean floor in these areas however but their diet of smaller sharks, bony fish, and cephalopods, suggests they swim up and down vertically for hunting. They're also night hunters.
Because of course they are.
Look like an eel, swim like an eel, appear in the night to munch on a lil squid.
Lovely. I don't know why people are scared of the ocean, honest. [sarcasm]
Depending on where around the Atlantic and Pacific the sharks can be found (called a "shiver" in their lil groups btw), they can be found between 50 and 200 metres or 100 metres (August to November) around Honshu, Japan.
The image below, pilfered from Wikipedia, shows the habitats of Frilled Sharks around the globe. They're basically island water sharks.
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Description
They look like eels but oh boy are they not eels. They're demon eels. Eels from islandly hell.
They have 21-29 rows of teeth. But not just any ol teeth. No. Not traditional 'shark' teeth. Nope. These teeth are recurved (curving inwards) and like damned needles! Perfect for catching bony fish, smaller sharks, squishy cephalopods, and my soul as it tries to escape.
It bites, it ain't letting go. It's gonna keep biting in increments until it gets it all down.
Le rip my soul.
Oh and they have something like 300 teeth in those jaws there.
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They max out at around 2 metres in length (for females, guys are about .3 metres shorter heh) and have broad, flat heads with short snouts that are rounded not pointy like Great Whites. They don't have nictitating membranes like most other sharks (and cats). They can open their mouths waaay bigger than they should in my opinion to eat stuff that's half their length!
Not okay, sir!
Just like gulper eels and the monster from my nightmares- oh wait, this is the monster from my nightmares.
The dorsal fin is closer to the end of the body than the front, smaller and more rounded on the tip than other sharks. As are their pectoral fins. Their tail is very long and doesn't have lobes like other sharks, so the caudal fin (the tail) is just like an eels!
Here's a drawing of what the Frilled Shark looks like according to a scientist who obviously doesn't consider them to be his nightmare monster.
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The one (1) good bit of news I have is that the bite force of the Frilled Shark is pretty abysmal. Not that that'd matter over much when you're being stabbed by 300 needles but, you know, silver lining.
Reproduction
Frilled Sharks reproduce via ovoviviparously aka they make eggs inside, they hatch inside and then are given birth to as live pups. Gestation can be as long as 42 months (three and a half years) and a litter can be between 2 and 15 with 6 being the average.
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And at the end of all that, here's a lovely video for you to watch that shows a Frilled Shark in action in the dark vastness of the ocean!
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jrueships · 2 years
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“Pg stabs kawhi kills him dead lol” HELP? I need this wip to get finished sadly.
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Pg ^^^^
BUT YEAH the picture of dorian gray fic au is certainly. One of my wips 😭😭😭 it was the kinda wip where i went wild with the idea and style and typed it all up thinkin 'yea this go hard yea yea post it' then had to stop for life purposes, forgot about it, went back to it, and realized wtf wrong with me 😭 i think it was just the overall fanciness of the words used or smthin idk smthin abt the way i wrote it pissed me off so i might rewrite it better or smthin out of spite LMAO 😭 there might be a chance!!!!!!! I say this knowing i just killed all chances possible
HERES THwait wtf??? My thing still says brad beal subpregnancy wtf????? I keep trying to change that????? Man what the hell? Tumblr got me strugglin whatever i guess this is a telltale sign to the ppl what content they're in for tho (gay posts about poor delusional skrunklies)
ANYWAYS here's some INFO abt it !!! I hope this helped satiate some of your desires to see kawhi get his ass beat for being downbad for a man with the personality equivalent of a cardboard boyband member 😭😭
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kiss-this · 2 years
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I got to read La Signorina Nessuno by Giorgia Soleri and I want to share my opinion.
Three premises: 
1) I really appreciate Giorgia for her activism and respect her as a person, but I honestly did not like the book so this won't be nice. I’ll  put everything under the cut because I understand that someone may want to stay away from negativity.
 2) As above. I appreciate and respect Giorgia as a person, don’t be a jerk and try to use this post to hate on her.
3) So why am I writing all this? First, because I didn't start this blog to censor myself. Second, because I'm honestly tired of seeing the number of followers mistaken for quality. There are so many things an influencer can do, and do well. This doesn’t mean that just because they are famous they have to do everything. 
OK let's go. 
From what I had the opportunity to read through Giorgia's stories I already noticed the level of her poetry was not very high, yet I still was disappointed. This book is not poetry, I’m sorry but it is cringe from start to finish, with moments that trigger an involuntary hilarity. 
-Let's start from the basics, the lexicon. To say it’s elementary is to be generous. An extremely basic and repetitive language makes me think that the author simply does not read, which is a serious problem for those who want to write.
- The infamous enjeambment. Reading other people’s reviews I saw that we all noticed the same problem. Writing poetry doesn’t mean breaking the verse at random and btw it doesn’t mean use punctuation just as casually as well. 
-Metaphors and mythology. Giorgia said she is ashamed of having left school and I very much respect her feelings and the courage she has to admit it, however, perhaps she would do better to leave the mythology alone since she clearly knows it on a very shallow level. Using it badly does not raise the level of her writing, it dulls it even more. 
-The erotic part. It’s involuntary funny as much as it’s worrying. Why? Because it looks like she depends on Damiano in a way thad doesn't seem very healthy. Once again the metaphors are, well, not the best. There’s something about a "drill" that will stay with me for a long time ^^’ Just as, and I quote, the mucous membranes thick as Christ’s tears. I mean... 
-The themes are supposed to be deep but what comes out of this book is a series of aphorisms drawn from a teenager's diary. Or from Tumblr. Some are also good as captions for overdramatic photoshopped landscapes to post on Instagram. 
-Finally, here is what’s the main problem in my opinion. Publishing house and marketing. A self respecting publishing house a) would’ve given the book a very good editing and b) wouldn’t have advertised this book as it did, passing it off as the new literary miracle of the year. Really, it has created immense expectations for a product that, I’m sorry, is of very low quality. 
Obviously they wanted to take advantage of Giorgia's fame, who, in turn, seems happy to ignore all the negative reviews the book is getting, keeping on sharing the positive ones. I would probably do the same, however once again this creates expectations in the audience, which multiplies the disappointment by 100. 
If this book had been advertised as a product for teens, the reviews would have been far more lenient. But no, they even had to brign up Alda Merini of all people! Well, maybe I wrote all this exactly because this comparison made me lose my temper. 
For those who don’t know, Alda Merini is the greatest Italian poet of the 20th century. Some time ago Giorgia herself said that somebody told her she is the new Alda Merini. Now... If this isn’t the hugest facepalm moment ever. Honestly, I’d have kept this for myself. It tastes of arrogance, but also of total lack of knowledge of Merini's work. 
It’s really a comparison that humiliates the intelligence of the readers. In this, I must say, Giorgia (not her book) disappointed me. However I believe that although poetry is clearly not for her, with prose (and a real editor) she could get much better results. 
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First post right out the gate and of course it is trash.
A nearly forgotten Spyro OC that’s been sitting around since the Reignited Trilogy, might as well go up but I might take it down too. Idfk.
This is Celeste, she’s is an enthusiastic potion master. Plotting, quick to think, equally quick to concoct an idea, and no stranger to experiments erupting in her face should they fail. As thanks for being freed, she offers Spyro various temporary booster abilities achieved through drinking the potions she brews. His first sample potion (of his choice) is free to further show her appreciation, however she uses the last of her ingredients making it, therefore after all she asks is to bring her 3 monster fangs, 3 special sea shells, and 3 monster horns. All items are collected in a magic satchel by Sparx, the satchel gifted from her to Spyro.
She wears a little raspberry fabric collar with a gold crescent moon pin.
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Her potions offer a variety of effects.
• Bomb Breath: Rapid-fire wide range explosive flames that destroys enemies or treasure chests.
• Acid Geyser: Continuous stream acid flames, can melt metal and enemies.
• ToxiClouds: Boiling poison flames that creates billowing toxic fume clouds and burns opponents.
• Inferno Wheel: Sets Spyro’s spines ablaze and he grabs his tail to rapid-roll into opponents and objects. Is able break down walls unaffected by headbutt, or destroy heavy enemies.
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Color palette:
• Horns - Black/Dark gray
• Main body - Magenta
• Spikes - Black
• Stripes - Deep purple
• Belly - Cream
• Eyes - Navy
• Eyepatches - Plum
• Wing membrane - Antique Rose Pink
• Snout has a heart-shaped faint dusty purple stamp mark on the end of it
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lillyofthewoods · 2 years
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OK so I was going to write a post about the biochemistry of soyboys, but to make sure we’re all on the same page, I’ll need to explain a bunch of… well, biochemistry. If you’re already well-versed in that, then you can skip ahead to oh who am I kidding, you want to read it to see if I get anything wrong. I see you, and I appreciate you.
So! Nearly everything your body does, it does with proteins. Proteins are absurdly complex and often extremely large molecules (I mean, they’re still sub-microscopic, but they’re huge for single molecules) that control almost everything your cells do. In order to do those things efficiently, cells need to communicate with each other. They also need to relay changes to the cell’s nucleus, to control what DNA is getting transcribed and what is not.
The way cells communicate with each other and with their own nucleus is with signaling molecules. Sometimes these are proteins, and sometimes they’re small molecules (like nitric oxide, which is only two atoms big, whereas proteins tend to have in like the tens of thousands of atoms). In any case, signaling molecules carry their messages by binding to receptors. A receptor is a protein that has one or more grooves into which other molecules (called ligands) can fit, and when a receptor binds to its ligand, the whole receptor protein changes shape. This causes other effects, in tremendously complicated cascades of receptors interacting with other signaling molecules. There are receptors on the surface of the cell (these are called membrane receptors) and on the surface of the nucleus (these are called nuclear receptors). Membrane receptors tend to tell the cell about its environment, and nuclear receptors help the cell “reprogram” itself in response to changes in its environment.
This brings us to hormones! Hormones are signaling molecules that have wide-ranging effects and so it’s hard to say anything concisely about them. However, I feel like everyone is probably familiar enough with what the word “hormone” means that I don’t have to write a whole essay on that. The hormone in particular we’re going to talk about (actually a group of related hormones) is estrogen. Particularly because soybeans, and thus products made from soy, contain chemicals known as “phytoestrogens” and thus OF COURSE eating ESTROGEN makes you less manly! Right?
Remember earlier how I said receptors have little pockets into which their ligands bind? Did I say that earlier? Anyway, the distribution of charges on the amino acids that make up the receptor protein, and the distribution of charges on the ligand molecule, need to match up in a very specific way. Now, there may be lots of different ways to get that “shape” of charges, chemically speaking. Two molecules that fit into the same receptor pocket tend to get grouped together. For example, the shapes of the molecules of anandamide and tetrahydrocannabinol look quite different, but they are chemically similar, and thus fit into the same pocket on the receptor. Anandamide is called an endocannabinoid (endo meaning inside, because your body produces it), and THC is a cannabinoid.
However, and this is an important bit, the shape of the rest of the molecule has an influence on how the receptor reacts to the ligand. Anandamide and THC have very different effects on the body’s cannabinoid receptors. The way the rest of the molecule fits into the receptor makes the difference. There are many different ways a ligand can affect a receptor: it can be an agonist, meaning it elicits some active response from the receptor; it can be an antagonist, meaning it prevents activation of the receptor; or it can be an inverse agonist, which is honestly a concept I don’t fully understand but I believe it refers to the ligand causing the receptor to react differently from normal.
Let’s circle back around here. You probably see the parallel with estrogens and phytoestrogens (phyto meaning leaf or plant) — they’re molecules that have a similar chemical “shape” but have different effects on their receptors. Estrogens are, unsurprisingly, agonists of the estrogen receptor. Some phytoestrogens are also agonists of the estrogen receptor. Some of them are competitive antagonists, which means they fit into the same pocket as estrogen, but they don’t activate the receptor, instead they block estrogen itself from activating the receptor. And some of them are inverse agonists, meaning they don’t affect the estrogen receptors in the same way estrogen does.
So if anyone tries to tell you that phytoestrogens are going to shrink your balls or whatever, you’ll know it’s bullshit. If soy milk could feminize you then trans women wouldn’t need HRT. Soy is actually really good for you, so go ahead and get that block of tofu, or that bag of edamame, or that carton of soy milk. (Obviously do not do this if you are allergic to soy or something.) And as always, remain skeptical about what comes out of the mouths of people who say things like “soyboy.”
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lil-scout-precure · 2 years
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My own selves (Autism Awareness Month post). Second Part
Continuing with the special post I publish for these last days of Autism Awareness Month, describing about myself in the shape of two different but coexisting forms of my mind, I will introduce you to the second being of this universe of mine:
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And here, this would be the oldest and biggest of the duo. A strange kaiju-like creature the size of two ice cream vans. Her weird appearance is the result of an interpretative amalgamation between monsters I appreciated and thought about since the first time I saw them, be them from animated cartoons or movies. Born since my seven to eight years, despite her overreactive or obsessive tendencies, she tries the best to live peacefully and fine in a world that would not be so fond of her
What she would represent on me and my ASD?:
Mainly, the ever-lasting appreciation I have for dragons and giant monsters, or as we call these last ones recently, kaijus. Since the 7-year old me watched the infamous Zilla movie on TV, there was like a small unexplainable spark moment: Something about it…Something about that giant lizard grew on me, sprouting a liking few girls (and people here in Bolivia) would share, and learning about that world via Internet (random music videos with scenes of a film. This is the main reason I knew the original Godzilla and his pals, not just the Monsterverse era). While her first look ressembled creatures like Zilla, it changed during the years the same time I met and appreciated any new of those giant creatures, or their closest relatives, dragons: From the kaiju I like the most: the terrible but amazing Ghidorah (head shape and horns), to the King of the Monsters itself: Godzilla (legs and dorsal spines), including the bizarre but agile Otachi from Pacific Rim (glowing marks and flying membranes), the armored Anguirus (nose horn and small metal spikes at the tail), and the metallic Gigan (belly saw-like thorns). Movies weren't the only source of this knowledge and her shape, however. Any monster from a well-known to forgotten (or less interesting) cartoon had a place on my heart: From the more-than-wasted potential on the Twin Destructors from TTG as the only thing I would appreciate of that cartoon (the main eyes, horns and the grey spikes at the tail tip) to the coexistence and marvelous interpretation of mythological creatures at Equestria in MLP:FIM in the shapes of the Cockatrice (striped fur growing from the neck to the chest, membrane wings' shape and small eyes' shape), the Hydra (the small pointy spikes on the purple hair, eyebrows, paws and the glowing cyan thorns at the tail), and the Tatzlwurm (bug-like teeth distribution, the fuchsia fur feathers growing at the neck and part of the tail tip. She has a tongue that splits into multiple ones like that creature, but she shows it only when angry); including some parts of that Star Vs The Forces of Evil multi-eyed Hydra (the central eye, part of the muzzle's shape, and the striped pattern at the neck) and recently, taking some of the fierce looks of THAT unexpected climax (to not spoil it) from Turning Red (claws, small eyes' design and tail shape and colors).
Picky, but worthy to remember: Her strange body, while being an amalgamation of multiple kaijus and creatures I love, shapes and alters itself only with certain monsters I find outstanding from all the rest, to make her both functional and also powerful: Those with spikes at the tail as a defense weapon, those with multiple heads, or at least those who are dragon or worm-like could have more chances of being the chosen ones who I would think about for DAYS and be hyperfixated into, this also depending on their abilities and uniqueness. This not only applies with kaijus and beasts, though. It also occurs in my life during my decisions: Not any spaghetti or pizza will be openly given a chance just by existing or being popular. It has to be either one with a factor that calls my attention (like toppings) and I feel I would remember for the rest of my life because of it.
Noise-Sensitive: A kaiju wouldn't fear anything it encounters, right? For this form, this declaration sounds like a joke when dealing with her (and my) main phobia: Repentine loud noises. Living in Bolivia, a folcloric country, means living with constant protests and dance parades, most of them including noisy fireworks, firecrackers and all types of pyrotechnics (even party poppers); things that she (and I) would prefer watching in a screen with regulated volume than near with loud booms without ear protection. And don't EVER tell her about balloons. The only sight of one of them fallen into the ground or a small child handling one carelessly like a toy makes her feel anxious. All those awful experiences during my life meant a conditional fear sensation she feels everytime I have to go to a kid's birthday party, any folclorical parade or nearby protest concentration, and even during Carnival and New Year. She and I would rather escape and hide away of those things, as she can't go and tell the responsibles to keep their pyrotechnics away from her personally. It would be rude and desconsiderate for them: It would be uncomfortable they stop others' joy because of one person.
Details I know, but no one else does: Sometimes, when experiencing a new event, playing a videogame, or just watching a movie or cartoon, one can just focus on the main environment or story it provides, sometimes overlooking small details from it: minor characters, lesser plot points, the shape of a particular object on a wide place. This form of mine, however, with its selective body shaping and adapting, has given me the chance of noticing those less-than-researched facts: While I enjoy most cartoons because of curiosity of their world and characters; when there's a event, even a 2-minute long one, where a peculiar creature or kaiju appears to take any role (be it a villain, a good pal or just a neutral reactive being) on a single episode, I can remember and explain it better than most of the main points of the story: Which scene it appeared, what was its role, what it did, how it looked like, what did the characters do with it…This quirky event occured many times with creatures that no one would look further than just another piece on an episode: Every creature of MLP (mostly the Hydra, the Cockatrice and the Tatzlwurm), the Twin Destructors, Penn Zero's kaiju form in one episode of his series. Most people would ignore those moments and just focus on the main plot or routine of those cartoons. But I would not let them pass so easily thanks to it, even if no one remembers it. In the real world, this happens too: Sure, I have memories of the main event, like a trip or a party, but I would remember mostly things that called my attention but not from others: Like a special breed of dog living near the hotel's room, the taste of a smoothie, the color of a room, those "Come Back Soon" or "Have a safe journey home" posters on the main road, even a ortographic mistake on a sign! Things that if I talk about them with my family or friends, they would surely don't know what I refer...
Sometimes over-reactive: Remember when they say something like "You better not upset forces of nature" in terms of not messing with a kaiju? Well, this is one of this form's less-than-friendly attitudes. No matter how long she can keep herself calm by just trying to ignore whatever upsets her. No matter how she tries to see the positive or necessary side of things when they go wrong or unpleasant. If there is a constant worry on my head: be it a college proyect, my grades, an exam, not managing to accomplish something even if it's a small handcrafted toy; and something spills the milk of the glass by bothering me more, beware. While she learned to not push people, pull their clothes or mildly hitting them if they pick on her to avoid being feared and hated by everyone, she can become way moody. Not wanting to talk to anyone, talk grumpingly, acting rude at any small question or suggest, or raising her voice. A small feeble thing can become the source of anger should it bother me. Learning from people's reactions to those actions of mine, while she practices any methods to become less reactive to help me, she sometimes remembers those times when her attitude brought her and me hard troubles, and regrets them deeply, even sometimes wishing she wasn't ever born.
Stimming: While for most creatures making some repetitive noises or moves is normal and part of their behavior, it looks a bit odd for a human. However, there are times when, while processing some thoughts or trying to calm herself, this form makes dog-like noises, repeats phrases on her mind or according to anything she listens in that moment, moves her feet like a rabbit does or just taps her fingers on her hips; making me do the same, even in public. While I sometimes I try to refrain of making these things to appear more normal, they sometimes occur involuntarily.
Being the oldest and kinda wisest of the duo, she knows every experience on my life and how to deal with danger. Being a partner and frenemy of the mascot form, she sometimes disagrees with her masking actions, as it would bring a potential risk of apparenting something I'm not to everyone else, and be a disappointment when the truth is discovered. However, because of her own mistakes and misgivings, she sometimes runs to the mascot self in the need of help: wanting advices of how to become less reactive or bear things (the best possible) she hates the most; secretly wanting to learn to appreciate cute things like she does. After all, people would prefer a cat monkey in real life than a kaiju.
And well. This is all for this special post I made for this special month. I've never been so openly talktative with anyone befor about this topic. Mostly, I just share it with someone I feel I can trust, and slowly. I used to feel ashamed of being diagnosed with ASD due to some of my attitudes and quirks in my life, alongside how people see it as a curse and the free-pass to mocking anyone just because my point of view it's not the ever-changing trend of the year. But during these last years, I could see not only how this perception has changed, even for a little, but also how I did manage to make things in life when others thought it would be difficult. I'm now in college, just one year before graduation, I have good grades, I have friends and even close classmates. I wouldn't think that would be possible for a girl like me back then.
Thanks to everyone who supported me in those 21 (22 at this April 29) years I embarked a journey in this world.
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GOLGOTHA: Part 1 - The Psychic
He could feel the music through his skin and the alcohol running through his veins, but all Alec could focus on was him. James was talking but the chaos of the club was drowning him out. Alec let the walls of his mind blur, and reached out, “Sorry I can’t hear a damn thing, what did you say?”
Alec could feel James’ thoughts scamper to create a response, unused to telepathic communication. Using all his mental might he managed to convey the concept of piss. It would seem two way telepathic verbal communication was still a touch too difficult for James. “Piss. How eloquently put.” Alec gestured vaguely toward the corridor “I think the toilets are down that way and to the right.” James slid off the barstool onto his feet, “SEE YOU LATER ALEC-GATER”.  Pleased with his pun he wobbled his way toward the toilets.
Now Alec was left only to his own thoughts. He could hear the stern disapproving words of his tutor, “A Philosopher is above carnal delights such as these.” He momentarily panicked thinking it might have really been the voice of his tutor within his head, before swiftly deciding he didn’t care. In fact, he cared so little, he raised two fingers to the bartender to order another round for himself and James. He withdrew a small plastic device from his bag and began drunkenly fumbling with its unresponsive touch screen, trying desperately to pay the bartend. Before Alec could wrangle the device into cooperation James arrived back at the bar and sent the payment through his Membrane Implant.
James shouted over the music, “SO TOUGH BEING A PSYCHIC, CAN’T PAY FOR YOUR OWN DRINKS!” Alec chuckled and psychically responded, “Ah you discovered our secret scheme! Our brains reject our Membranes purely so we can get free drinks from cute boys.” 
“YOU THINK I’M CUTE?”
“Shut up James.” 
He did in fact think James was cute. So much so two hours and four drinks later Alec had James pinned against a wall two streets down from the bar. Another hour later they were in bed.
Silver sunlight rudely ended their sleep. Alec woke first, fumbling with his Membrane-Surrogate, trying to catch up on what had transpired in the eight hours he was asleep. As it would turn out quite a lot. He was gone before James awoke.
He sat in the office of Tableman Ulric of the College of Wills, his tutor and superior. Alec was tall, even for a moon-born man. Yet in front of his tutor he felt tiny and frightened. 
“Thank you for arriving on time, Philosopher Gater. I appreciate it can be an awkward affair when a breach of conduct is brought up. But it is always good to ‘nip it in the bud’ early so to speak.”
“You spied on me.” Alec spat, “You spied on me. How come when I dare suggest an alternate interpretation of the Moralist Code I am looked down upon, but when you openly break it you suffer no repercussions!”
“You would accuse a Tableman of disregarding The Code young Philosopher? Don’t you think you find yourself in enough trouble already?” Ulric paused and calmed himself, “No we did not ‘spy on you’ Alec, but your charge —”
“Arthur?”
“Yes. Mister Chainman did observe you and your - coupling - outside an establishment last night. He has requested you be assigned to a different post, a decision that I concur with. Having a relationship with a charge’s son is not only unprofessional but may also alter the council you provide him.”
“My coupling is none of Mister Chainman’s business, Sir Tableman. James and I have in fact been coupling for the last year, and I have yet to receive any complaint on my ever precious council. And besides, what is this sudden concern over my council; what council have I ever given to him? All I give to him is status, the bragging rights of having a Philosopher under his thumb.”
Tableman Ulric sighed “On that last point I will secede to you. It was a waste of a talented young Philosopher to be assigned to a technician of all people. As such you are to be reassigned —”
“REASSIGNED?”
“Yes, reassigned. And please, do me a kindness, and stop interrupting.” Alec shrunk down into his chair.
“You are hereby reassigned to the city of Golgotha upon the world of Throne. There you shall aid the leading Archon in investigating the recent disappearances of foundry workers. A position much more fit for a hot-blooded Philosopher such as yourself, wouldn’t you agree?”
“May I speak?”
“You may.”
“I am thankful for this new assignment —”
“But…”
“But. I can’t help but note that our great nation is engaged in active conflict against The Sword Stars, The Khanate of Flesh and the Numen Cooperatives. Why not send me to war, I promise you I could serve best as a war councillor . Not an advisor to some Archon ruling an ancient torn up world.”
“You don’t want to see war, boy. And besides, that ancient torn up world was once the capital of the old Dynasties and is presently the greatest industrial planet in the New Moralist Authority, hardly an unimportant post. Not to mention it is the planet our moon currently orbits - unless I am terribly mistaken - meaning you could visit your acquaintance, if you so wished.”
Alec gathered himself, “Thank you Tableman. I will gladly accept this charge, and would like to apologise for my behaviour today. It was unbecoming of a Philosopher.”
“Your apology is accepted. I too was young once.” Ulric chuckles, “Though I can scarcely remember it. Your charge awaits. Go to Golgotha and meet with its Archon. Report back what you find.”
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As Alec’s shuttlecraft plunged into the atmosphere he felt trapped between the sky above and the city below. The skies were choked with pollution, staining the cancerous sunlight a sickly saffron. The city was little better, mostly consisting of dusty ruins of rusted steel and crumbling brick. This place looked old, and it was so very old. Yet in the centre of the detritus was a colossal facility of gleaming chrome, tendrils stretched out from it rooting into the remains of the city. This was The Foundry, the reason Alec had come all this way. The Hegemony built The Foundry to recycle the city to create a new world after the old collapsed. And when the Hegemony too wilted and died, his people, The Moralists, assumed control of the vast mega-factory. Looking down at The City of Aeons and the scars it bore, he wondered what they would leave behind.
The planet's ecosystem had long since perished, and the city was so overgrown as to become an urban wilderness. Populated by mindless scrapper drones eager to recycle the iron in your blood, and subterranean pirates that lurked in the now submerged tri-rail below. Yet the Foundry is vital to the Moralists, the beating heart of its economy. So a small population of survivalists tends to it, ensuring its production of starships, computer chips - and anything else the imagination can summon - remains uninterrupted. 
Yet Alec wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been interrupted. People were disappearing and The Foundry was under threat. But by who, and for what purpose? The shuttlecraft landed, Alec swept his anxieties aside and emerged into the streets.
Condensation clung to the rebreather strapped onto Alec’s face and his unpowered exoskeleton dug awkwardly into his ribs. He wore a hooded ivory dress and a tall corset that accentuated his lithe moon-born frame. Yet with all the paraphernalia he needed to inhabit the surface of Throne, and the tawny dirt that now clung to his dress, it felt as if all the pomp of his formal Philosopher attire had been somewhat undermined.
Alec had been assigned to the Archon of Highcross, the quasi-capital of this wild city and one of the only safe havens from the worst of the smog below; it was a far cry from his home. Highcross was situated atop a massive suspended monorail that in days past served The Foundry with a near endless supply of minerals from the Ferox Mountains, before they were disassembled. Now it serves as a skyborn refuge providing a rare pocket of safety. And in Golgotha safety was a rare commodity indeed.
Alec grew up on Scepter, without the burden of a planet's gravity, rendering him a foot or two taller than most Golgothans. Which was most helpful when navigating the meat-packed streets of Highcross. His dress stuck uncomfortably to his sweat slick skin, though mercifully his respirator saved him from the rather organic odour that wafted through the streets. 
As he jostled his way through the crowd he couldn’t help but notice the looks he got. Curious residents lurched over their balconies above him, their eyes tracking the strange foreigner, and sinister figures weaved through the crowd looking for a chance to pick his non-existent pockets.
Eventually the street he was navigating split as a row of thin buildings carved the path in two. At the frontmost of these buildings a semicircular terrace hung three stories above an enraptured crowd, from which a blue banner was hoisted, emblazoned with the symbol of a bear. Upon the terrace was a man, well put together compared to the local populace, but his sun-scarred skin and lack of respirator marked him as a local. His voice carried across the street through tinny speakers that dangled precariously from cables strung from rooftop to rooftop. Alec was entranced by his voice. Curious and eager to rest his legs; he locked his exoskeleton in place to serve as a makeshift chair, and listened.
“Every ideology born under a sun has come to this city, and every ideology has failed it. Five Dynasties ruled over us, and five left the city polluted and dying. Then came the Hegemony and their artificial rulers, Instead of lifting our city back up to its glory, they preyed upon our world like a vulture. Now the Moralists occupy our streets under the pretence of ‘protection’, but make no mistake, they are here for The Foundry and naught else. Our people - who work The Foundry for our occupiers - have been disappearing, vital machinery gone with them. Pirates from the Drowned City have gotten to the very core of The Foundry yet the Moralists stand back and watch as our people vanish one by one. Where is our supposed protection now?”
“Puzzling.” Alec responded in a psychically amplified voice, “then why have they sent me?” The crowd shifted attention, their trance was broken and all eyes were on him.
“So a Moralist wormed his way into our midst; a Philosopher if my eyes still work. Unlike you I can’t spy into peoples heads, so why don’t you tell us the purpose of your visit?”
Alec took a moment to bask in the attention before continuing, “I am Philosopher Gater of the College of Wills. Tableman Ulric himself sent me to investigate these disappearances and to aid your elected Archon. We abandon no one, including the kind people of Golgotha.”
The man chuckled to himself, “Oh, so we just have to put our lives in the hands of Philosophers from a college us small folk aren’t even allowed to see? The G.I.P have been stopped time and time again from taking arms against the enemy, despite our people being willing to die for the cause. Yet you Philosophers are bound by their oh so precious Code to not hurt their ‘fellow man’? Tell me little psychic, how are you going to stop the Drowned City from stealing, kidnapping, and murderin’ without giving them any bruises or bumps?”
“The first step is to speak and to hear them out —” The crowd didn’t react well to that. First it was shocked murmuring, then a few raised voices, until it eventually boiled into outraged shouting. Even the speakers broadcasting the man’s voice were drowned out by the crowd. Yet their anger was far more tangible for Alec. His mind was a submarine beneath a sea of fury, the compartments of his brain bursting under the pressure. He saw visions of a man, destitute after all he had was taken from him in a midnight raid. Another vision, this time of a woman who had been a slave in a city shrouded in shadowed water, serving wine to a despotic ruler. Finally a vision of a burning town within the lower depths of Golgotha, gunfire rattling through the streets, blood running into cracked concrete.
It was too much, far too much for Alec to bear. Bodies rammed into him and minds scorned him, he was an icon of the Moralists to rail against. He wanted to be anywhere else. Anywhere else. Anywhere. No, not anywhere, with James. He just wanted to listen to James ramble on about membranes, and computers, whatever he wanted. As long as he could feel his warmth next to him in bed.
He closed his eyes, hoping to withstand the storm, only to find it suddenly stop.
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Common Issues With Flat Roofs
Flat Roofs Flat roofs may be simpler to build, but they require a lot of regular maintenance, inspections, and upkeep to ensure everything is functioning properly. If you own a house with a flat roof, you probably appreciate its nice look and energy savings, and maybe even enjoy the extra outdoor area it provides. However, flat roof owners need to be extra cautious to stop leaks, damage, and other issues. A leak in a flat roof could cause it to cave in and cause a lot of damage to your property. But you can prevent most of these problems by using common sense and doing regular maintenance. Let’s clear up a common misunderstanding: flat roofs aren’t completely flat. A properly designed flat roof usually has a very slight slope. This slight tilt helps water flow off the roof, although it’s often hard to notice. Rainwater can pose a serious threat to low-sloped or flat roofs. Unlike steep roofs, they don’t have gravity helping to drain water away. If debris clogs the drainage systems on a flat roof, water can accumulate. This standing water puts pressure on the roof, increasing the risk of collapse. Moreover, it creates opportunities for leaks, especially in tiny cracks that develop over time due to constant exposure to water.   Pooling or Standing Water Pooling or standing water refers to water that collects on your roof and doesn’t drain within 72 hours. This problem often arises when your roof doesn’t have enough slope. A slight incline is necessary for water to flow towards a drainage spout. If you encounter this issue, there’s a high likelihood that your building will suffer significant structural damage if it’s not addressed promptly. Blistering Blistering is a clear indication that your flat roof requires replacement. It happens when the asphalt on your flat roof ages, loses elasticity, and starts to crack, bubble, resembling a blistered skin. Regrettably, when blistering occurs, your flat roof has deteriorated beyond repair and must be replaced. Roof Buckling The membrane of a flat roof is a single piece, so it can warp as your building settles over time. When the buckling of your roof becomes visible without the need for magnification, it indicates that the roof has reached the end of its lifespan. If the buckling is severe, there’s a risk of the roof collapsing into the building, posing serious harm to anyone inside. Low-Quality Flashing Flashing serves the purpose of guiding water away from crucial parts of the roof. If your commercial roof was fitted with subpar flashing during installation, there’s a high probability that water is gathering in inappropriate areas. As you can imagine, the extent of damage resulting from this issue can vary greatly based on the quality of flashing installation. Cracks in the Roof Cracks on a flat roof can develop due to various reasons mentioned previously, such as pooling water, blistering, thermal movement, or roof buckling. These cracks are among the most prevalent issues encountered with flat roofs. Without regular roof maintenance, water will seep through these cracks, leading to gradual damage to the interior of your building. Separated or Exposed Layers When a membrane layer of your flat roof becomes separated from the layer beneath it, your building becomes vulnerable to leaks. This issue often arises due to standing water and is akin to blistering; however, separated or exposed layers may not always be as visibly apparent. Therefore, it’s advisable to enlist professional roofers for regular roof maintenance check-ups to help identify exposed layers before they escalate into a more significant problem. If you are looking for contractors for your upcoming home renovation projects at New America Construction we provide roofing estimates for all NJ homeowners. Call us for more information 973-804-9400  Find us in: Facebook, Instagram, Google and Yelp. 
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