#dorsal flexing

[spicymancer]

where are quiver's muscles o.o

seriously archery if anything requires more musculature than melee, you can get by with finesse with a sword but there's no getting around how shooting a decent warbow is basically like pumping 50kg of free weights every time you draw

it uses the back more than the arms, so more lats and dorsal than biceps and triceps, but STILL

This is a great question! And i'm gonna be as honest as I can with the answer! I initially defaulted to a slim body type for Quiver, since her narrative role is to be sort of a cute nervous disaster of a superhero. Making her realistically built for vigilante parkour archery would evoke more confidence and competence and visually undercut her presentation as an underdog. To that end, I figured she would rely more on things like trick arrows with funny gimmicks and maybe explosives rather than purely strength based stopping power. That said, I think underneath her jacket, she can almost certainly be a little bit jacked in her dorsal/lats as you suggested. I imagine a future bit where people can't really tell how buff she is until she flexes and then:

Hopefully that answers your question! As an aside: In my research for this character I have thoroughly enjoyed the videos made by blumineck. His videos are very charming and informative. I wholly admit to indulging in some of the low-hanging fruit tropes he has discussed in his videos about Skinny Archers and Female Archers.

#oc questions #sanction #archery #blumineck

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: remoras

Sometimes you just want to go with the flow and let someone else do the work. That's the mindset of a remora, this week's topic. Remoras are eight species of the family Echeneidae, divided into three genera. These fish are famous for suctioning onto a larger animal and going for a ride.

(Image id: a remora attached to the shell of a sea turtle. It is a long, slender fish with a black stripe going down its sides. Its lower jaw is pointed and facing upwards. End id)

Remoras differ in size depending on species, with the largest reaching 110 cm (43 in) in length. Their most famous feature is the disc on their backs. This disc is a heavily modified dorsal fin that consists of flexible membranes. When pressing the disc up against a surface, the membranes can be flexed to create a vacuum and provide suction in a similar manner to a suction cup. The Remora can then scoot backwards to increase suction or swim forward to release the suction and detach from its host. Remoras also lack a swim bladder, forcing them to actively swim to maintain their position on the water column. Fortunately, remoras don't really need swim bladders where they're going. While they can swim and survive on their own, remoras prefer to attach to a larger animal like a bigger fish, shark, ray, or cetacean. When there is a close interaction between two organisms it's called symbiosis. There are three types of symbiosis: mutualism (both benefit), commensalism (one benefits, the other is not positively or negatively affected), and parasitism (one benefits, the other suffers). The relationship between a remora and its host is likely either mutualistic or commensal as the host appears to suffer no downsides.

(Image id: a remora seen from above to emphasize its disc. The disc is oval and takes up about 30% of the upper body, starting just behind the mouth. The disc has many rows of darker stripes where the folds are visible)

A remora gets several benefits from being attached to a host. Being in close proximity to a larger animal protects it from predators closer to its own size and gets it a free ride. The ride also helps force air over its gills, keeping the remora well-oxygenated. There are two main methods fish use to keep water flowing over their gills. Ram ventilation occurs when a fish is swimming and their motion through the water forced the water over the gills. Active ventilation requires the fish to actively move water over its gills, often by repeatedly opening and closing its mouth. Both methods require the fish to expend energy, but tests on remoras determined that active ventilation is more energy intensive than ram ventilation. A remora on a fast-moving host can get the best option, using ram ventilation while letting someone else expend the energy of moving forward. Multiple remoras can live on a large enough host and it is speculated that sometimes mated pairs will share a host. It was previously believed that remoras would feed on scraps of food from the hosts meals, but it is now known that they derive most of their nutrition by eating the hosts feces. They also consume bits of dead skin and parasites from the host, which is a lot less gross. This cleaning of skin and parasites is why remora relationships with their hosts are considered mutualistic rather than commensal. There have been reports of hosts attempting to dislodge their remoras through methods such as breaching, so its possible there are situations where the relationship is unfavorable to the host, such as too many remoras attaching. While remoras are very streamlines, too many of them would produce drag, which would be a bad thing for the host.

(Image id: a manta ray or similar species seen from above , with two remoras attached to it just behind the cephalic fins. End id)

While remoras are most famous for attaching to a host, they are capable of living on their own. Juveniles are known to live in shallow coastal or reef areas, sometimes acting as cleaner fish. As adults, they move out into the deeper waters, in search of hosts. Most knowledge of remoras come from their behavior when attached to a host, so there isn't a lot we know about how they behave on their own. They are believed to have different diets, being more active hunters who feed on small crustaceans, squid, and fish. We don't know a lot about non-attached remoras, but we know even less about their reproduction. While remoras attached to the same host might become mated pairs, their mating season, mating habits, and what happens to their offspring is not known. All we know is that eventually juvenile remoras will turn up in coastal areas, but what happens between then and spawning is a mystery.

(Image id: a manta ray seen from below with many remoras attached to it. End id)

Remoras popped up in roman folklore as the echeneis, a small fish that could attach to boats and slow them down. Pliny the Elder blamed the echeneis for Mark Antony's loss in the battle of Actium, where poor maneuverability was one factor in his loss. A use for remoras has been in fishing, where a remora is caught, has a line tied to it, and then released. When the remora attaches to a host, the angler can pull in the line, pulling the larger animal in with the remora. The IUCN classifies all species of remora as least concern, except for one, which is data deficient. The largest threat to remoras seems to be threats to their hosts, so conservation of hosts like sharks, whales, and sea turtles will help conserve remoras by default.

(Image id: a remora that attached itself to a diver's leg. End id)

This was a shorter and less intensive WBW than most of my posts. What can I say, I felt lazy and decided to put in little effort, instead coasting on larger, more successful posts. If only there was an animal I could use as a metaphor for this situation. Can't think of anything, though.

#wet beast wednesday #i had to research roman naval battles for this post about fish #remora #suckerfish #shark sucker #fish #fishblr #fishposting #marine biology #biology #ecology #zoology #animal facts

[am-i-interrupting]

Hello! I was wondering if u could do vox x female reader romantic if u can and like the reader has shark features and can u do nsfw and sfw

If something is spelt wrong blame it on autocorrect *

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SFW

It’s not secret that Vox loves sharks.

When he first saw you though, it wasn’t an immediate falling in love. There’s a lot of shark sinners and hellborn.

However, after gaining his trust or even if you just see him often enough, you’ll begin to notice his gaze will drift to your shark features.

His eyes drift on instinct. Rarely does he look at someone’s face.

Normally though, he’ll look ahead of at his phone or hands, not at them.

Once you start dating, he’ll often just drag his claws along your tail.

He’ll loosely hold your dorsal fins between his fingers and drag them up and down it, sandwiching it between his fingers.

Any gills you may have, expect him to fold them back and just watch them flex as you breathe.

Puts his hand in your mouth and counts your teeth, feeling the sharp edges against his skin.

NSFW

Tail pulling!

Will curl his fingers underneath your gills and pull you into kisses.

Absolutely obsessed with the idea of filling you up with pups.

Loves when you bite him.

Adores your face covered in blood. So hot.

A lot of the time what starts as small acts of service in the form of Vox offering to massage your skin so it doesn’t dry out end up with him worshiping your body verbally and then physically.

If you like what I’m doing consider commissioning me for canon/canon stories AND personalized canon/reader stories.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader

[no1frogfan]

Kaiju give me your number

Iwaizumi x gn reader

Word count: ~700

Tags & warnings: None

Notes: I was struck by a deeply silly idea tonight (don’t worry, it gets sillier!), so this is my first entry for the spooky sports collab hosted by the one and only @koushuwu! Check out the collab masterlist here! (Please forgive me, Mica! My original entry will be arriving some time in the future!)

The only warning you get is a muffled I’ll get it! before the door swings open. Standing inside is a shadowy figure, its vague spiky shape barely illuminated by the streetlights behind you, looking particularly ominous in contrast to the decidedly un-spooky R&B now thumping out into the quiet night.

You squint into the darkness. “Um…hello? I’ve got a delivery for-”

Suddenly, the shadow lunges forward.

You let out a scream, almost losing your balance as you lurch back a few steps. A hand (too leathery to be human) reaches out and…

…flicks on the porch light, almost blinding you.

“Hey! Turn it down I can't hear!”

You’re still blinking away the stars in your eyes when you see it — him. Them. Two of the firmest, cushiest pecs you have ever seen casting an actual shadow over a set of gorgeous abs, the skin smooth and soft, especially against the rough black scales covering his legs and arms.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the music. What did you say?”

Despite the absolutely stunning man in front of you, your brain somehow manages to make sense of what he’s saying.

“Um…I have a delivery for-” you glance down at the receipt “-for Hajime?”

“Wait, aren’t you…?”

He does a double take. Holy shit, it's actually you. You’re wearing the same helmet (black and covered in stickers) and — he checks behind you — that's the same bike! A sleek green one with bright yellow panniers.

“I’m looking for Hajime. Am I at the right place?”

You check the receipt again, leaning back to squint at the house number above the door. It’s partly to actually check if you’re at the right address, but mostly to calm down by looking at something other than a stranger dressed as the world’s most attractive lizard man. You didn’t even know you were into lizard men.

“That’s me. I’m Hajime.”

He reaches up and you track the flex of his biceps as he lifts the lizard mask off his head. Oh fuck. His face is handsome too, and a little bit familiar — maybe from around campus.

You must have been standing slack-jawed for too long because he glances down at his bare chest and blushes. “Sorry, I’m- my friends thought sexy Godzilla would be funny...”

Ah, that would explain the dorsal spines.

(It’s actually a little annoying how apologetic he seems, as if looking like that was something to be embarrassed about.)

Almost on cue, two more huge men crowd into the doorway. You guess these must be the friends he’s referring to because they’re dressed as what can only be described as sexy pieces of bread, one slathered with peanut butter and the other slathered with jelly.

“Sweet, food’s here!” Yells the sexy jelly man, reaching out to grab the bags from your hands.

The sexy peanut butter man pauses and looks suspiciously between both your embarrassed faces, scrutinizing you closely before something seems to dawn on him.

“Wait a minute…isn’t this that biker you crashed into?” He whirls on you. “Are you that biker?”

“Mattsun…” Iwaizumi warns.

He — Mattsun — gestures at Hajime. “Do you remember him? Last month? He wasn’t looking and walked right in front of you?”

Recognition flashes across your face and a cheeky grin grows on Mattsun’s. “I knew it.” He leans in conspiratorially. “You know, he won’t shut up about you, wants to take you home to really apologize if you know what I mean.”

Your eyes dart to Hajime. He wants to what? With you?

“Enough!”

Iwaizumi hurriedly shoves the other man back and stuffs the signed receipt into your hands.

“Sorry about him.”

A few excruciating seconds pass while you both stand awkwardly in the doorway. Right. Guess not. His friend was probably just messing with you…

“Well, thanks.”

You sneak one last furtive glance at that sexy Godzilla chest before turning to leave.

“Wait! Do you want to…come in for a drink? Or something?”

“Oh! I can’t…I’m working.”

You gesture vaguely to your left, toward the restaurant.

“Right, obviously, right, sorry. That was stupid.”

Another beat of silence, though this time it's probably more excruciating for him than for you.

"God you're hopeless." Mattsun’s head pops up over Hajime's shoulder. “What he means is can he get your number?”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #froggy scribbles #spookysports #mica 💖

[layersofsymbolism]

With all the talk of dancing today, you all have inspired me. This is a lead-in to the spicy Zevlor fic I wrote a while ago, typed furiously on my phone while I was at work. Apologies for any formatting issues, y'all know I'm garbage at that anyway.

“Dance with me?”

Zevlor’s head snaps up as you approach. He’d been standing alone beyond the firelight as if trying to blend in with the darkness, his arms crossed, staring at a random spot on the ground somewhere in front of him. Glowering, to your estimation. You had been looking for him, and the soft siren call of the tiefling’s presence drew you to him here in the dim flickering of the distant fires. He looks for a moment like a startled deer, before flinching and sketching a brief bow. “I beg your pardon, my lady. I was miles away. Did you need something?”

You laugh softly and hold out your hand. “I asked you to dance with me, Zevlor. Please?”

He looks at your outstretched fingers and swallows, staring at your hand as if it were a snake about to strike. “Oh… I do not… I am not very good at dancing. There are others who would be better for… hm.” His consternation is so adorable, you think, but you don’t let up, instead moving closer, gazing up as the flames in his eyes pulse lightly. He tenses a little, as if preparing to bolt. “You should try Ikaron. He can… or even Alfira. She’s a wonderful dancer. I am afraid I may just trip over my feet and embarrass us both.” But his hands twitch, clawed fingers briefly flexing, and you sense the heat of him rising. If his skin weren’t already a beautiful shade of deep red, you’d have sworn he was blushing.

You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes at him playfully. “Alfira is playing the music. And Ikaron seems so determined not to enjoy himself… everyone else has a partner. I am afraid it will have to be you, Commander. Would you really deny me one little dance?” You let yourself pout a little, and risk touching him, placing your hand lightly over his where it grips his biceps.

He swallows again tightly, looking down at your hand, before allowing himself to relax a bit. “I think I could deny you nothing… I mean…” he coughs, “alright. One song. But you must forgive me if I disappoint. I am more accustomed to the battlefield and the barracks than genteel society functions.” He smiles, finally and slips his fingers into yours. His hand is incredibly warm, and grips you firmly. His other joins, chafing lightly at the dorsal surface. “Your hands are cold.” His eyes widen as he realizes what he’s said. “That wasn’t meant to be a criticism. I know that you are… just… let’s just go.”

“I think you’re warm enough for the both of us.” You giggle softly and begin to lead him closer to the fire, where groups and couples are swirling around Alfira, who is currently playing a lively number on her lute and singing gaily. You catch her eye and she nods, grinning, and shortly brings her tune to an end amidst the laughter and applause. She tunes the instrument for a few minutes, giving the dancers time to grab a drink and reset themselves. You pull Zevlor into position, placing yourself before him and smiling up into his eyes. He gulps, and then, as Alfira’s nimble fingers caress the strings in a more sedate, almost sensual melody, he bows, takes your hands, and begins to move.

His steps are not vigorous or intricate, but he has a warrior’s grace as he guides you around him, turning to keep you in his sight. Those burning eyes never leave you, even when he cups your waist and lifts you easily before turning in a quick circle and setting you down again. A soft smile spreads on his angular face, his hands more confident. A dip, a rise, a light press of his palm on your back. He mainly moves your body, keeping his feet in roughly the same spot as the dance goes on. He is certainly not tripping over himself, you note as he twirls you once, twice, appearing to actually be enjoying himself for the moment. You feel the heat of him as he pulls your back briefly to his chest, swaying before guiding you back out again. You see his free hand curl loosely around a lock of your flying hair, letting the silken strands flow through his fingers. His tail, which curls sinuously around him, occasionally brushes against your bare ankles. As the song ends, he draws you flush against him, with a hand on your lower back, and goes still.

His eyes burn into you, his hand warm on you, and he wets his lips, suddenly looking rather frightened. Your stomach flip flops as you get a glimpse of two tapered points. He usually speaks tightly, through gritted teeth, so you’ve never noticed that his tongue is forked. His gaze moves to your own mouth, and he catches his lower lip with his sharp pointed teeth. You let your hand drift up his chest, curling around his shoulder, and apply just a whisper of pressure. Inviting him to do what he so obviously wants. His grip tightens as the world fades, and  you part your lips with a tiny gasp when he begins to lower his head.

A sudden, loud wolf whistle cuts through the fog, making you both jump, and Zevlor’s head jerks up, quickly smothering a frustrated snarl. Everyone is looking at the two of you, their eyes glowing with tipsy tiefling amusement. He smiles thinly, releasing you and lifting his palms in good-natured surrender before taking your hand and leading you back to his previous spot, followed by laughing applause and a few catcalls.

Your heart is racing as you take your position by his side. He relaxes his grip, but you do not, instead pressing his hand more firmly, and glance up at him. “I do not know what all the fuss was about. You’re a wonderful dancer. I forgot where I was, for a moment.”

He does not protest, but instead mutters thanks and allows you to remain, holding his hand and standing close enough to feel his warmth. He is gazing out at the others, who seem to have lost interest in ribbing the older man, and have returned to their merrymaking. “It is so good to see them smiling. It… all of this has been very hard on them.” His voice is casual, but when he cuts his eyes down to look at you, you see what seems to be a flicker of pain dart across the orange surface, before he tries a slightly wobbly smile and looks away. “I should go. There are still things I… you should stay and enjoy yourself. You deserve it after all you’ve done for us.”

You squeeze his hand tightly, sidling a bit closer and keeping your voice low. “And what of yourself, Zevlor? You’ve been through just as much. Do you not deserve a little comfort as well?” You think you already know his opinion on that, but you don’t give him a chance to start depreciating himself again. “I myself… we’ve all had a difficult time with things of late. But shared burdens are lighter. Will you not stay with me, for a little while?”

“It’s my responsibility…” he begins, but then sighs. He nods, but then his expression becomes thoughtful. He’s worrying something over in his mind, you think, and you wait, silent, giving him time to organize his thoughts. When he finally speaks, his words come in a quiet, breathy rush. “I do not… they do not need a dusty old soldier glowering at them tonight. But if you are still interested in my company, I will return to my office. You may join me there if you wish. I have a map to finalize with Tilses, but then I will send her to join the party. She… sleeps with the others. I should be alone within the hour. Then we can… talk.” He glances back at you, seeming surprised by his own boldness, and you nod in agreement as he lifts your hand to his lips and presses briefly before releasing you and moving off into the shadows. You feel your cheeks burn with a flush, because you know he doesn’t really want to talk. Zevlor, Hellrider, former Commander of the cavalry forces of Elturel, has just invited you to his bed.

#zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor bg3 #i'm ok i swear #Dancing with Zevlor #suggestive

[rebeccathenaturalist]

How to Identify Cross Orbweaver Spiders

Originally posted on my website at https://rebeccalexa.com/how-to-identify-cross-orbweaver-spiders/. Click here to learn more about the How to Identify article series.

Name: Cross orbweaver spider (Araneus diadematus), also known as cross spider, European garden spider, et. al.

Range and typical habitat(s): Native to much of Europe, sporadically found in temperate areas of Asia, introduced to North America, particularly the west coast and northeast United States.

Distinguishing physical characteristics (size, colors, overall shapes, detail shapes) and behaviors: Fall is just around the corner, and if you’re looking for more eco-friendly seasonal decorations, the cross orbweaver is the perfect fit! While these spiders have spent all summer chowing down on insects, by September they’ve gotten big enough to be quite visible on their large orb webs.

A mature female cross orbweaver spider.

Both sexes are a variable combination of orange, yellow, brown, and/or gray, and they all have white cross-shaped markings on the dorsal (upper) side of their rather large, oval-shaped abdomens. The legs are tan to orange with darker brown or gray stripes. Like many other web-weaving spiders, cross orbweavers tend to rest in the center of their web with their head facing down and their legs flexed rather than straight, though the fourth pair in the back may sometimes be extended somewhat. Their legs are covered in fine hairs with a fuzzy appearance. They are also known to perch on nearby leaves and twigs.

Like other members of the family Araneidae, the orb-weavers, these spiders have four pairs of eyes. Females are larger than males, reaching up to 1″ long in exceptional individuals, while males usually top out at 1/2″ or less. A close examination shows that males can also be distinguished by large pedipalps with swollen ends. These are little appendages nestled between the chelicerae (jaws) and the first pair of legs. Males use the pedipalps in mating displays, and to also pass sperm to the female. A courting male needs to be careful, as females will engage in cannibalism.

A male cross orbweaver (right) carefully approaches a female (left) with the intent to mate.

The eggs laid by females the previous fall hatch in spring, releasing several dozen (or more!) tiny yellow spiderlings into the world. While they make webs as soon as they find a good location, these young spiders often end up as prey for other animals themselves. Cross orbweavers generally live no more than a year, though females die shortly after laying their eggs, and males are often eaten by their mates.

The web is made of a series of overlapping threads of silk like the spokes in a wheel, with a spiraling orb starting at the center and working its way outward. A cross orbweaver’s web may be quite large, and the central orb may at times exceed two feet in diameter. They are not picky about where they set up shop, and are often found near homes and other buildings, where they are quite adept at catching flying insects that blunder into the web. If threatened, these spiders shake their web vigorously, and are not prone to bite unless handled roughly. They may dry bite in self-defense, choosing not to use venom. Their venom is not considered dangerous to humans.

Other organisms it could be confused with and how to tell the difference: There are several other Araneus species that look quite similar to the cross orbweaver. Of these, the most similar is the four-spot orbweaver (Araneus quadratus) has less variegated orange, green, or brown abdomen with four small white spots on it rather than a cross, though they have similarly striped legs. It is found only in Europe.

Araneus quadratus

The cat-faced spider (Araneus gemmoides), also known as the jewel orbweaver, is of similar size and color variation to the cross orbweaver. However, its abdomen has two pronounced points on top that look rather like a cat’s ears. Araneus gemma (not pictured) is also sometimes called the cat-faced spider or the gem-shaped spider, and it has a similarly shaped abdomen but tends to be paler in color. Both of these species are primarily found in the western half of temperate North America.

Araneus gemmoides. By Trucmuche04, CCA-SA-3.0

Anything else worth mentioning? Because the cross orbweaver is not native to North America, it competes with native spiders for food. This is especially concerning as insect populations have plummeted in recent decades due to pesticide use and habitat loss. It is often found in urban areas and other places with lots of human habitation, and is considered an invasive species in the Bay Area. They are considered harmless to humans.

Further Reading:

Cross Orbweaver Spider

Cross Orbweaver

Cross Orbweaver (Araneus diadematus)

Spiderspotter: Cross Orbweaver

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[ghoulsanderson]

Before I go, rough scenes that would’ve been in CTA <3

The chain snapped, links disentwining with each other, and the catwalk fell slanted half into the water. Will screamed, grasping at the remaining chains as it rocked and swayed wildly, creating attention-grabbing waves in the tank, “Shit!”

A strong woosh shook the water as Mike swam up, leaving a trail of bubbles in his path. He peered out of the water, investigating the rusted metal invading his space, his eyes trailing up to Will, where an expression that could only be described as hunting formed on his face, “Fuck…” Will whispered, quivering like a leaf as Mike’s dorsal fins flexed, his claws glinting as they came out of the water, “Shit- hey- Mike!”

Claws scraped against the catwalk, scratching off the chipped paint as Mike dragged himself onto it, slowly getting closer and closer to Will, “Mike!” He yelled, trying desperately to get away, but his feet slipped around, and he couldn’t reach any of the other chains, let alone try. He’d throw the weight of the catwalk and send himself diving into the water.

Mike’s teeth bared, and a growl rippled from his throat as he advanced on his prey, his pupils becoming thinner and thinner in his frosty eyes. He was actually going to do it. He was going to tear Will apart.

“Mike!” He wailed, tears springing in his eyes. No, no, no, no, “I-It’s me! Mike!”

Mike began to crawl over him, raining salty water on Will’s clothes as he grew closer and closer, “Mike!” Will sobbed, his breath heaving in his chest. He kicked his legs lamely, but against Mike’s tough tail, the impacts didn’t phase him. He had seconds left until teeth ripped into his neck, dooming him with a gruesome demise he’d seen Mike deliver to fish.

“Mike! It’s me- you know me!” He screamed as Mike was finally hovering over him. His long tail remained dipped in the water. He felt like a giant.

Mike growled a satisfied, excited rumble and stretched his jaw, a harrowing sight into his gaping mouth, long pointed tongue, and rows of razor-sharp teeth, all too familiar to those of a Demogoron.

Will screamed in terror, eyes squeezed shut, “For fucks sake, it’s me! It’s Will! Please Mike, please please-”

He flinched, nearly letting go of the chains when something touched his face. Or rather, hit it, but it oddly didn’t feel intentional.

Will, struggling for breath, cracked his eyes open and blinked away the veil of tears to see Mike’s aggressive mannerisms had softened. His dorsal fins were no longer flexed, and his pupils had expanded again to near-circles, like a curious feline.

The claws of his face created surface-level cuts, but again, it didn’t seem intentional as Mike pressed his mouth like it was a button, expressing curious confusion.

Will didn’t move. He didn’t dare breathe, only allowing himself a blink of surprise when a sound came from Mike.

It was sweet, unlike anything else he’d heard from him before. It wasn’t the chirp he’d given Nancy on the first day. It was like a purr, vibrating deep in Mike’s throat, “Mike…” He whispered a weak breath Will barely managed.

Mike drew back, eyebrows furrowing, and for a moment, Will was petrified he’d ignited the predator instinct inside Mike’s brain again until, once more, Mike pushed at his lips, his own pouted. Will’s heart no longer raced in just fear, “Mike…” He whispered, gaining his courage back in spouts, “It’s Will… You know me… Your Will…”

His elf-like ears twitched, the webbing around them fluttering, but beyond that, Mike didn’t react for a short while. He stared for what felt like a lifetime, perfectly still like a picture aside from the drops of water sliding off of strands of his hair, and then-

“Will?”

Will’s grasp on the chain loosened in shock. It didn’t sound like Mike knew him. He pronounced the letters more like a hissed ‘With’, but his name was clearly familiar, like the misty memory of an old friend.

Will supposed that’s what he is.

Will opened his mouth again to respond, to try and urge more from Mike, or maybe just to break into sobs, but a screech cut him off as a tranq dart embedded itself into Mike’s neck.

“Mike!” He wailed as the other boy fell from the catwalk, creating a large splash, “Fuck!”

He spun to the culprit, Nancy, who could barely keep her grasp on the tranq gun.

“Will!”

Will woke with a yelp as he was dragged across the floor, “What-”

“You were asleep against the tank!” Jonathan exclaimed, “What if Mike had hit the glass?”

Will’s stomach twisted in dread at the thought, but when he looked into the tank, Mike wasn’t aggressive. He was curled up, asleep right where Will had been, pressed to the glass on the other side. Jonathan realised it too. His words trailed off.

Will’s heart hammered as he realised Mike had curled up beside him on the other side. He could’ve killed him. He could’ve slammed his tail into the glass and shattered his skull, but he hadn’t.

He’d swam to Will and slept beside him.

Will sniffled, “Can you even understand me?” He asked, and Mike tilted his head at the words, but it was clear he didn’t grasp them.

--

Mike swam in a perfect circle, his spine bent inhumanly far. It made sense, Will supposed, that Mike’s bones would have plenty of leeway. A lot of fish don’t have bones, and if they do it’s often flexible cartilage. It was still eerie to see him create a perfect hoop. He sighed and turned away, resuming his moping.

Mike knocked on the tank, making Will flinch. He had a frustrated crease between his eyebrows, and once Will was watching him again, he twirled like a ballerina and created a circle out of himself.

Will paused. With every stunt, Mike would glance at him for his reaction and then perform another. Was… was Mike trying to cheer him up?

The thought alone conjured a hopeful smile, and Mike mirrored it.

“Will!” Jonathan yelled, “Don’t! He’s tricking you!”

Will clenched his fists. Maybe Jonathan was right, but in his heart, Will couldn’t believe it. He still knew Mike. He recognised the stubborn glint in his eyes.

Mike circled in the water below. His fins were not raised. He swam in a calm pattern. He wasn’t eagerly awaiting to rip Will to pieces, at least, Will hoped.

But if he were to die, there was no other’s hand he’d accept to kill him.

--

Over the thumping of his heart in his ears, he could barely hear his family’s screams as he stepped off, plummeting into the water below.

Time froze for a minute. Water gushed around him, and after a moment of shock as the freezing water encased him, he kicked his legs to the surface.

It felt like any minute he would feel claws shred open his stomach, and his chest convulsed with the urge to take frantic breaths.

He broke the surface with a gasp, catching his breath. He looked down and he couldn’t see Mike, and fear curled in his gut. He tried to still himself, to control his breath and slow his heart in case the echo of the beats in the water reached Mike’s impressive ears and triggered some sort of predator instinct.

“Will!” Joyce cried, but her son ignored her, “Will get out of there! Will!”

Will wiped the water from his eyes. Where’s Mike? He thought, but something brushed against his legs, and it took everything in him not to kick in panic and scream.

He spun around, but nothing was there. When he turned again, he gasped.

Mike peeked out of the water slightly. His nose and below was still underwater, but his eyes were fixed hard on Will.

They weren’t skinny slits, Will noted. His claws weren’t at the ready, and his fins weren’t flexed, so he wasn’t about to immediately be torn into, but Mike wasn’t relaxed either. His eyes were ovals, rounded, but guarded, and there was a safe distance between them that Will guessed wasn’t for his benefit.

“Mike.” Will gasped.

The other boy cocked his head curiously. His eyes scanned him up and down slowly, and Will’s heart jolted as his pupils thinned.

Apparently, Mike didn’t find what he was looking for, however. Whether it was a weapon or something else like food, Will wasn’t sure, but upon not finding it, he relaxed again and dipped below the water.

Will remained achingly stiff, so much so that it was hard to stay above water as Mike swam around his legs. His hands grabbed Will’s calves, his claws making surface-level cuts. It was accidental, and when Will hissed and flinched, Mike let go like he was burned, something apologetic in the way he nudged his head against Will’s stomach.

Whatever investigation Mike was performing satisfied him, and he returned to the surface with a chirp, copying the bounces Will’s kicks caused.

Will deflated with a shocked breath. Mike hadn’t attacked him. Mike wasn’t attacking.

He looked to his family, who were just as shocked, watching the scene with bated breaths, “Hey,” Will whispered, clearing his throat when it came out weak, “Hey.”

Mike eyed Will’s mouth, eyebrows furrowing. A confused bird-like purr vibrated in his throat.

--

Will ghosted his hand over Mike’s tail. The scales were incredibly smooth, and the gel-like, transparent skin on his dorsal fins, between sharp, dark supporting bones, shimmered like an oil spill.

He was beautiful.

Mike was stiff, twitching every now and then as Will trailed his fingers over Mike’s body. Will couldn’t imagine anyone had ever touched him gently. Mike watched him investigate with nervous intrigue, almost like he couldn’t believe Will wasn’t hurting him. It broke his heart.

--

It was getting harder to breathe. Will never wanted to leave the tank, but his fingers wrinkled, and his legs cramped. He groaned quietly, looking to the rope ladder and decided he’d sit on it and use it to hold himself up, but when he turned and swam toward it, a clawed hand grabbed his ankle and yanked him back.

Will jumped, “Wha-”

Mike didn’t growl perse, but his purr was definitely unhappy. Will stayed still, cautious, and when Mike’s face untensed, he tried to swim away again, but once more, Mike dragged him back with more force, enough to send him flying through the water for a few moments. and he placed himself between Will and the exit.

“Mike-”

He grumbled again, harder this time.

On the ledge at the top of the tank, El lifted her hand, ready. Joyce’s leg bounced rapidly, Jonathan bit his nails nervously, and Nancy shifted, her hand creeping closer to the tranq gun.

Will frowned, “Mike,” He kicked his legs sluggishly, “I’m tired.”

He let himself fall beneath the water momentarily to demonstrate, then rose and pretended to cough, taking a deep breath.

Mike finally seemed to get it, and something akin to panic flashed in his eyes. He grabbed Will’s hands and put them on his shoulders.

Will’s eyebrows shot up. He expected Mike to let him swim away, not to support him, “T-Thanks.” He stammered and swam backwards slowly to the ladder, holding Mike’s gaze.

He breathed in relief when he sat on one of the bars, giving his legs a break, and Mike relaxed when he saw that Will wasn’t leaving.

--.

“We know he won’t hurt me.” Will shrugged, “If I’m there, he probably won’t hurt you, either.”

Nancy scoffed, “And if he does? What makes you think you’ll be safe if I piss him off?”

--

Mike swam up to him, letting Will wrap him in a hug and leaning into it. He purred happily, “I missed you too.” Will chuckled as they parted, and Mike was smiling until he saw Nancy prepare to go down the ladder.

His head snapped to her, and he growled softly as he moved and tucked himself into Will’s side, who held him tight and swiped his thumb over the patch of soft, shiny scales on his ribs.

“She’s not going to hurt you.” Will assured him, and despite not understanding the words specifically, Will’s calmness bled to Mike, who stopped grinding his teeth.

Nancy took slow steps down the ladder. Her bright swim dress made it clear she wasn’t hiding any weapons, but Mide stayed cautious. They couldn’t blame him. With the amount of times he’d been tricked or hurt by similar stunts, it would be odd if he trusted them blindly.

Nancy swam over.

--

Mike looked at the hand snapped his teeth. Nancy gasped, yanking her fingers back in terror, but Mike didn’t try to hurt her again, and when she looked at him, he was grinning mischeviously.

They gaped in disbelief.

“You-” Nancy scoffed, and Mike didn’t laugh, but his chirp was close enough.

He’s still a little shit. Nancy laughed and found herself ruffling his semi-dry curls before she could catch herself.

Mike flinched like she’d hit him, staring at her with wide, icy blue eyes and thin pupils. His fins flexed, and she drew back, expecting him to pounce but his reaction melted into something vulnerable and glossy-eyed, and he knocked her hand with a carefully closed fist until she hesitantly did it again.

It hit her that Mike couldn’t remember a lick of happiness in his life. He couldn’t remember their mother’s forehead kisses, or Joyce’s tight hugs, or Jonathan’s arm around his shoulders. Mike, in this state, had no idea what kind affection was like. He’d never experienced it.

Okay xxx goodbye everyone. I’ll keep my account up but I’m deleting tumblr and Twitter x

#byler fics #fanfics #mike wheeler #mike wheeler angst #byler #byler ao3 #byler week #will byers #byler is real #bylerfics

[dynastes-iaconus]

Send “✘” for your muse to run their fingers along mine’s scars!

Optimus hums and turns into the touch, allowing Rodi to trace the branching white bleaching crawling up from the center of his chest to his left shoulder. He wonders absently if it ought to hurt; the redhead was a firebrand of warmth against him in any other case, but Optimus can’t really feel the damaged chitin anymore. Even Rodi’s warm hands cannot stir the nerve-endings below, though as his palm passes over a hidden spiracle the Prime puffs out a damp breath at him.

“There are many different sorts of magic,” Optimus offers quietly, the blunted fingers of his upper right hand curling loosely over Rodimus’ wrist to keep the young man’s hand pressed to where his dorsal vessel flexes, pumping hemoglyph through his veins. “Most magic can be cast with intention and understanding, and a few are gifted with the ability to call upon the Well unconsciously. But the most powerful incantations, the oldest and most dangerous workings, require sacrifice.”

[richitobodyproject]

Marte 17 de octubre; post rutix full body

76.1kg am

77.1kg pm

1) 2x5 dominadas sup

2) 2x5 dominadas pra

3) 2x10 flex brazo

4) 4x5 fondos paralelos

5) 2x10 sentadilla salto

6) 2x10 sentadilla sin salto

7) 2x10 fondo pierna

8) 2x10 abd colado centro

9) 2x10 abd colgado oblicuo

10) 2x10 abd 1 leg

11) 2x10 dominada aus sup

12) 2x10 dominada aus pra

13) 2x10 o 4x5 fondos barra

14) 2x15 fondos normales

15) 2x30 abd centro banco

16) 2x30 abd oblicuo banco

17) 2x30 dorsales

[nikkialena]

MonsterVerse adventures

Godzilla x reader Rodan x reader Gidorah x reader salty mothra Kong x reader original Kaiju ocs

A thunderous roar echoed through your den slicing through the silence like a warm knife, at first you tried to ignore it shuffling around in the darkness to find a better sleeping position. But yet again the roaring came only louder and closer than you were comfortable with, with an annoyed growl you begrudgingly sat up an stretched.

You were thoroughly pissed, last night you had stayed up helping Kong fight back the skull crawlers, just the thought of those nasty little parasites made your scales. For a moment everything fell silent and for a fleeting moment, you hoped you'd be able to return to your beauty sleep.

But aloud this overhead shook your den and caused a small trinket hanging from the roof to shatter on the floor, your lips slowly curled over your teeth as shook with anger.

That had been a gift from Kong from the very first day you'd came to skull island, you were just a scared little Kaiju, but he welcomed you with open arms and took care of you. He gave you the little crystal as a good luck charm and in return you helped him keep peace, over the five years of you being here you'd become close friends.

You were the first person to know what he was thinking, and he always seeked your opinion when making a decision and you were the only person he trusted...and confided in.

Your scales began to ripples into a deep pink and you snapped out of it shaking yourself, they returned to their normal dark blues and black. Another loud roar drew your attention and you groaned in annoyance, clambering through the entrance through the hollow earth.

Speaking of your favorite primate he was currently locked in a staring match with a fox Kaiju, she was short compared to you and Kong hardly reaching two hundred feet.

She had magenta eyes and powder blue fur with darker azure sock patterns around her paws, her twin stripped tails twirled behind her as she growled stamping her paw.

"LET ME PASS YOU OVER GROWN BABOON"

She spat irking your nerves "HEY WATCH HOW YOU TALK TO YOUR KING REMEMBER WHO'S ISLAND THIS IS BITCH"

You retorted baring your fangs the female fox sneered at you, "oh if it isn't Kong's little lizard pet coming to defend him again", before you power up your dorsal plates and blast a bitch Kong gently moved you aside.

"Look Miss Vixxine until we hear her side of he story I can not allow you to harass other customers", he said cooly however the fox looked ready to pounce.

"What is this stupid argument even about?" You huffed watching one of the skull crawlers slink on by, "a stupid bat broke in to my den last night and stole my burning ruby given to me by my late mate". She Seethed growing angrier by the second, you froze and sucked a breath through your teeth, already knowing who did it and where she was at .

With a disappointed sigh you raised a talon silencing the bickering Kaiju, "follow me" you mumbled leading them back into the hollow earth at first the Vixxine was hesitant to follow you into an enclosed space.

Everyone knew about your fighting style how dangerous you could become in tight spaces but she reluctantly followed, you led them passed different decorative dens until you reached one with 'DO NOT DISTURB' scratched on a rock biting your tongue you walked inside lightning up your plates.

The moist den became bathed in a purplish light as the three of you stalked in the room over to a smooth rock covered in moss, "I should've known" muttered Kong rubbing his face in annoyance.

"WAKE UP YOU STUPID OTTER"

Flexing your talons you scratched her rear and she jumped up with a startled yelp, flinging her acidic purple goo at Vixxine.

But with a single flex of your wing she was saved from a horrible burn, thanks to your extra durable scales you didn't burn easy, "Mina I'm going to ask you one time did you steal this nice lady's burning ruby?"

Mina scoffed pretending to be offended, "what how dare you accuse me of stealing such a valuable priceless beauty, what do you take me for?"

"A thief" you Kong and Vixxine said in sync shocking the minx she crossed her paws and rolled her eyes, "well to bad I didn't do it" she stated matter of factly.

Your eyebrow twitched as Kong looked at you with a tired face, Vixxine looked ready to pounce but you beat her to it, leaping at the minx you grabbed her by the nape of her neck and began shaking her around.

"Stop it Y-y/n"

Mina cried as you spun her around and eventually let her go, she crashed into the den wall which cracked, revealing the hidden gem inside. The three Kaiju glared at the now cowering minx before Kong handed the gem back to the happy fox, "I'm sorry about the mishap ma'am. To make it up to you I'll give you a fifty percent discount next time you choose stay at Kong's bed and breakfast is there anything else I can do for you ?"

Vixxine huffed fluffing her fur "hmm well before I go, I guess my tails could use an extra fluffing oh and maybe another massage." She cooed seductively trotting off Kong sighed relived before shooting a glare at Mina, "do you mind handling that" he said motioning at her again.

You chuckled softly and nodded slapping the minx in the back of the head with one of your paws, "no problem kingsey" you teased to which he flushed softly.

A few years back he insisted that everyone call him King Kong, he only responded to that name and got mad when you'd call him anything else but that.

"Yeah later tiny" suddenly your smile dropped and your growled "I'M ONLY ONE HUNDRED FEET SHORTER THAN YOU APE BOY", your scales flushed red and the last thing you saw before he disappeared was his smug smirk. Height was an sore issue for you that only Kong could tease you about, you so badly wanted to be one of the big bad Kaiju but for a while you were stuck at one hundred feet tall.

Kong used to pick you up like a pet and put you on his shoulder, and carry you around like a baby.

Damn him you thought before turning to the minx trying to sneak away

#kaiju paradise #king kong #godzilla #fanfiction

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: electric eel

Prepare to be jolted this Wet Beast Wednesday as we dive into the shocking world of electric eels. The fist thing to know about electric eels is that the name is a lie. Not the electric part, that's true, but the eel part. Despite appearances, electric eels are actually knifefish, a group of freshwater fish that are more closely related to catfish and piranha than to true eels.

(Image: three electric eels swimming in an aquarium. One in front is seen in profile. It is an elongates, slender, brown fish with tiny pectoral fins and a long anal fin that runs under most of the body. End ID)

There are three species of electric eel, though they are so similar to each other that they were previously classified as one species. The species are Electrophorus electricus, Electrophorus voltai, and Electrophorus varii. The main difference between the species are in the shape of the skull. All electric eels are elongated fish that are cylindrical at the front and flattened vertically at the tail. They have no pelvic or dorsal fins and the tail fin is small and fused with the anal fin, which runs across most of the body. The anal fin is the primary means of locomotion for the eels. By undulating the fin in a wavelike motion, the eel can swim forward, backward, or hover in place. The body of the eel is scaleless, instead bing covered in muddy brown skin. Electric eels grow throughout their entire lives and grow new vertebrae as they get longer. The largest species, E. electricus, can reach 2 meters (6.6 ft) long and weighs up to 20 kg (44 lbs). They are obligate air-breathers, being incapable of obtaining enough oxygen through their gills to survive. Instead, they must surface every two to ten minutes to breathe. The inside of the mouth is wrinkly and heavily vascularized, resulting in a high surface area that can absorb oxygen as long is it stay wet. The floor of the mouth can flex to draw air in and then it is forced out through the gills. Carbon dioxide is excreted through the skin. Electric eels have poor eyesight, but have electroreception and very good hearing thanks to Webers apparatus, a set of tiny bones that connect the inner ear to the swim bladder. The apparatus amplifies sounds that the ear would not be able to detect on its own.

(Image: a close-up of an electric eel's head. It is round and brown, reminiscent of a potato in texture. The mouth is located on the frond and is closes, with no visible teeth. Tje eye is very small and pale blue. Across the head are sensory pits that look like small holes. End ID)

All of the vital organs of the eels are packed into the first fifth of its body length. The rest of the body contains the electric organs. Keeping the vital organs in the front of the body isolates them from the electric organs, preventing the fish from damaging their organs while generating electricity. The electric organs take up so much more space because they need to generate very powerful electric shocks. Most fish that hunt with electricity are saltwater species as salt water conducts electricity much better than freshwater. Because electric eels are freshwater fish, they need to generate much more powerful shocks to effectively hunt other animals. E. voltai can produce a maximum recorded 860 volts of electricity, the highest of any animal. Electric eels are electroreceptive, able to sense electric fields in their surroundings. Electroreception is divided into passive (animal senses electric fields of others) and active (animal generates its own electric field and can sense distortion in that field caused by other objects or animals). Electric eels are active electroreceptors. They sense changes in their electric field using sensory pits on the head that are derived from the lateral line system that all fish have. Electric eels have three electric organs: the main organ, Sach's organ, and Hunter's organ. The main organ sits in from of the Sach's organs while the Hunter's organ sits beneath both. The organs are derived from muscles and consist of stacks of structures call electrocytes, which are made up of specialized cells. When the brain sends a signal to the electric organs to produce a shock, special ion channels pump sodium ions into the cells while different channels pump potassium out. This creates a sudden difference in electric potential, which is what generates the shock. Producing electricity is a costly process and the eels need rest and nourishment between multiple successive shocks. The main organ generates the powerful shocks used to stun prey while the Sach's organ creates weaker shocks used for active electroreception. Hunter's organ appears to support the other two.

(Image: an artistic depiction of a cross-section of an electric eels, showing the structure of the main electric organ. From there, the image is zoomed in on multiple times, showing the the structure of the electrophytes, the protein channels, and the structure of the proteins involved in generating electricity. End ID. Art by Daniel Zukowski)

Electric eels are found in northern South America and the ranges of the three species generally do not overlap. They prefer muddy bottoms or swampy areas. The terrain of their territory changes quite a bit through the year. In the wet season, water levels rise, flooding sections of forest and grassland and connecting streams and ponds. In the dry season, water levels drop and many streams and ponds are isolated. These isolated bodies of water become warm, low-oxygen areas where fish that rely on gills are at a disadvantage while air-breathing fish like the electric eels can thrive. Electric eels are nocturnal predators that detect and stun prey through their electric abilities. Their diet consists mostly of fish, but they will take just abut anything. While mostly solitary, E. varaii have been observed coordinating with each other to hunt schools of tetras. When the electric field generated by Sach's organ is disturbed by another animal, the eel will use the main organ to produce a strong shock to stun the prey. Stunning can be done from a distance, but is more effective if the eel makes contact with the other animal. An initial shock may be used to temporarily immobilize prey long enough for the eel to contact it and release a second shock. Some sources propose that the eel can use its shock to forcibly contract muscles in other animals, either immobilizing prey or forcing prey to move, making them easier to sense. Where or not this is something the eels can actually do is up for debate. Electric eels also use their shocks to deter potential predators. When feeling threatened by something on land, the eel can leap out of the water to make contact with the threat and shock it. Very few animals prey on electric eels, but known predators include caiman, alligators, and piranha.

(Image: six frames showing na electric eel in captivity responding to a perceived threat (a fake caiman head) by partially leaping out of the water and contacting the head to shock it, before returning to the water. End ID)

Electric eels breed in the dry season. Males will use their saliva to glue together mud and sand into nests where the females lay their eggs. The male then fertilizes the eggs by releasing sperm onto them. The females may lay eggs multiple times during the breeding season and can lay up to 1200 at a time. The male stays by the nest to guard the eggs and hatchlings for up to four months. The lifespan of electric eels is in question, but captive specimens can live for up to 20 years.

(Image: an electric eel resting on a pile of wood next to some rocks. End ID)

All species of electric eel are classified as least concern by the IUCN, meaning they are not at threat of extinction. Threats to them mostly consist of pollution and habitat loss. Studies of the electric properties of the eels have lead to multiple discoveries and inventions. In particular, Luigi Galvani was inspired by studies on the eels when he invented the battery. Electric eels are also important in the study of the voltage-gated sodium channel. These channels are used to generate electricity, but are also used to trigger the contraction of muscle cells in many species, including humans. It is hard to study the channels in muscle cells because they are found in very small amounts. The electric organs of the electric eel have much higher quantities of these channels, making it much easier to study them. Better understanding of voltage-gated sodium channels could lead to improvements in prostheses and medical implants.

(Image: a cartoon showing an electric eel swimming with a black cloud emerging from its tail. Threee other eels watch from the side, one commenting "Ew... I can't believe he's still running on fossil fuels". End ID. Source)

#wet beast wednesday #electric eel #fish #fishblr #knifefish #freshwater fish #biology #zoology #ecology #animal facts #informative #science

[cha0s-boyy]

[ID: six digital drawings of animal characters in a cartoony style. 1. a headshot of a LeafWing dragon from Wings of Fire with green scales. his ventral scales are pale and his dorsal scales are darker, and turquoise markings flow down his neck. he has green webbing down his spine, dark green horns, and pale green eyes. he is smiling. 2. an anthro dragon in profile, visible from the hips up. she is chubby and muscular, and has her arm raised, flexing. she has pale blue scales with pale yellow ventral scales and hair. she has white spikes on her shoulder, yellow eyes, and a gold earring. she is smiling and has teeth sticking out of her mouth. 3. an anthro red panda/fox hybrid, visible from the thighs up. they have orange fur with a white undercoat and rings on their tail, and black on their ear tips and hands. they have light blue eyes and are wearing a bandanna of the same color. they are smiling and sticking their tongue out, and have one hand raised to their face, pulling down their lower eyelid. 4. a fullbody of a teal and white anthro shark with rainbow stripes. he is thin, has triangular ears with notches out of them, a tail with two sets of fins on the sides and one on top, and red hair. he has green eyes, and an orange ringed planet on his chest. he is bending forward slightly, and has one hand in front of him and the other raised close to his face. he is smiling. 5. a halfbody of a white anthro cat with gray on their ears, cheeks, and muzzle, and long, fluffy white hair with blue tips. they have almond shaped eyes with one eyelash at the corner of each. they are wearing a maroon vest, a gray jabot, and a brown shoulder cape with gold buttons. they are smiling. 6. a halfbody of an anthro wolf with dragon scales on his forearms and nosebridge. he is dark blue with a light blue undercoat, and green forearms and hair. the scales on his snout are pinkish. he has his arms crossed and he is smiling. /end ID]

#chaos!! #my art #artfight 2022 #furry #furry art #art #digital art #digital drawing #furry artwork #anthro #anthro art #anthropomorphic #artfight #sfw furry #sfw anthro #sfw furry art #safe fur work #dragon #dragon art #wings of fire #leafwing #scaley #scalie #scaly #scaley art #scalie art #scaly art

[purplesecrete]

Why is it preferable to obtain a skin turgor over the caudal abdomen or the dorsal skull rather than over the neck? Skin over dorsal neck is too pliable to be accurate

What do we do if the patient is panting and we are unable to obtain an accurate respiratory rate? Panting dogs, gently hold muzzle closed – if still can’t get it – note that the patient is panting

When the temperature of the body exceeds the normal range it is referred to as…..?

​Hypothermia - low body temperature <37.5C

​Pyrexia​- fever condition

​Hyperthermia - > 40C

What are the 7 parameters of a complete history?

Date of examination

Signalment – the name, age, breed and sex of the patient

Presenting complaint - what are the clinical signs of the illness, onset and duration of symptoms

Past history – vaccinations, medications, previous surgeries

Family history – if known ( hip dysplasia etc…)

Environment – indoor vs outdoor kitties, recent travel?

Diet – what food, how often fed, appetite, vomiting? Diarrhea?

What information are we looking for with following?

Temperament – Are they Calm? Aggressive? Nervous?

Mental alertness/attitude – Depressed? Bright and alert?, Confused?

General Condition – Body condition score, Hair coat quality, Observable lumps or bumps.

Gait and Posture – Limping?, Have a Head tilt?, Arched back?, Ataxic?

Know your vital signs – what are the “normals” for both cats and dogs

What might cause errors when taking a temperature?

In a fecal ball, or not in the rectum long enough

Where is the easiest location to palpate a pulse rate?​Femoral artery up high in the groin

If we count 5 breaths taken by a patient in 15 seconds, what is respiratory rate? Is this a normal rate? 20, yes

What are the 3 ways in which we can assess our patient’s hydration status?

Skin Turgor - refers to the pliability of the skin, or its’ ability to spring back into shape when stretched.

Method Of Hydration

Grasp the skin over the dorsal midline of the lumbar region while the animal is in a standing position

Skin over the neck region is has too much play to be an accurate assessment!

Gently extend the skin up until it forms a “tent”, twist and release

Normal – skin bounces back in less than 2 seconds

Abnormal – skin is prolonged returning to position

Eyes should be well placed, forward in the eye socket and bright.

Eyes that are dull or dry and exhibiting a slight to obvious depression in the eye socket may represent dehydration

Mucous Membranes

gums in the mouth are the easiest to utilize for hydration assessment.

gums should be warm and moist. Gums that are cool, dry and/or sticky indicate a dehydrated patient

How many pounds per kilogram are there? 2.2

What do we mean by capillary refill time? What is normal? This is different from just assessing the mucous membranes – how?

parameter is an indicator the efficiency of the patient’s blood flow or blood pressure.

The gums or gingiva overlaying the canine teeth is a good site to do a CRT. This may be difficult in dogs with pigmented or dark gums.

METHOD

Press down on the area indicated until you can see the area around your finger blanch or whiten

Release the pressure and count in seconds how long it takes for the gum to return to it’s pink color

Normal is less than 2 seconds

How do we know where to place the stethoscope in order to auscultate the heart and obtain a heart rate?

placement of the stethoscope on the chest of the patient is at ​the level of the space between the 4th and 6th rib

partially flex the elbow so the point lies over the ventral 1/3rd of the chest.

What comprises patient signalment

That part of the veterinary medical history dealing with the animal's age, sex and breed. Including reproductive status

What does the term “Ataxia” mean?

Neurological sign and symptom consisting of gross lack of coordination of muscle movements

When trimming black dog nails, what is one method or indicator that we can use to determine when we are approaching the quick?

Watch the cut end for a lightening of the center may indicate that you are getting close to the quick

#Downtoearth Dried Dread PLAYtime PassageWay

[lalema]

GOFREE FLEX PRO II - 12 AH Batterie de rechange pour aspirateur dorsal

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[darilto-blog]

TOP 5 MELHORES GELADEIRAS MIDEA 2023

As Melhores Geladeiras Midea para a Sua Cozinha: Análise dos 5 Modelos Top

Seja você um cozinheiro ávido ou um amante da culinária ocasional, uma geladeira de qualidade é a espinha dorsal de uma cozinha funcional. A escolha de um refrigerador adequado não só garante a preservação ideal dos alimentos, mas também contribui para a economia de energia. Se você está se perguntando se a Geladeira Midea é uma opção viável, veio ao lugar certo. Neste artigo, mergulhamos fundo na análise dos 5 melhores modelos de geladeiras Midea, destacando as vantagens que essa renomada fabricante oferece.

Geladeira Midea Frost Free SmartSensor 347L - Tecnologia Avançada para Frescura Duradoura Na quinta posição, surge a Geladeira Midea Frost Free SmartSensor 347L, um verdadeiro exemplo de tecnologia a serviço da frescura dos alimentos. A engenhosa utilização de sensores inteligentes regula a temperatura interna, assegurando que seus alimentos permaneçam frescos por mais tempo. O destaque fica para o Desodorizador Active-C Fresh, um composto de camadas de carbono que mantém a qualidade dos alimentos.

Além disso, seu design Slim, com paredes mais finas, otimiza o espaço na cozinha. O painel touch externo proporciona um controle de temperatura preciso com um simples toque. O mais impressionante é sua classificação energética excepcional: A++ para o modelo de 127 Volts e A+++ para o modelo de 220 Volts, tornando esta geladeira uma opção altamente econômica.

Geladeira Midea Frost Free Duplex 463L RT645 - Economia Energética e Praticidade em um Só Pacote Na quarta posição, a Geladeira Midea Frost Free Duplex 463L RT645 se destaca pela eficiência energética excepcional. Com classificação energética A+++, essa geladeira oferece uma economia notável no consumo diário de energia. O Desodorizador Active-C Fresh com camadas de carbono trabalha incansavelmente para manter seus alimentos frescos.

A iluminação em LED no interior do refrigerador proporciona não apenas conforto visual, mas também praticidade. O design Slim, com maior capacidade interna, aliado ao Chiller Box Extra Frio, tornam essa geladeira uma excelente opção para a organização e conservação dos alimentos.

Refrigerador Midea Frost Free Inverse Ice Box 423l Md-rb572fga041 - Modernidade e Versatilidade Na terceira posição, apresentamos o Refrigerador Midea Frost Free Inverse Ice Box 423l Md-rb572fga041. Com uma classificação energética de A++ ou A+++, esta geladeira combina modernidade e capacidade. O painel eletrônico externo oferece programações adaptáveis ao seu dia a dia, enquanto o Freezer na parte inferior proporciona acesso prático aos alimentos mais utilizados.

O Ice Box com tampa sem odor para gelo, a gaveta para verduras, frutas e legumes, e o compartimento extra para bebidas e laticínios elevam ainda mais a organização e conservação dos alimentos.

Refrigerador Midea French Door Inverter Quattro 482 Litros Inox Md-rf556 - Eficiência e Organização sem Compromisso Na segunda posição, temos o Refrigerador Midea French Door Inverter Quattro 482 Litros Inox Md-rf556. Este modelo é a escolha ideal para sua cozinha, oferecendo recursos modernos e eficientes. O motor exclusivo Inverter Quattro garante economia de energia, alimentos mais frescos e resfriamento rápido.

Com duas unidades evaporadoras no interior, o refrigerador e o freezer permanecem livres de misturas de odores, graças ao filtro de carvão Platinum Fresh. O Maxi freezer espaçoso, com gavetas, e a gaveta flex box com controle de temperatura são ideais para bebidas e laticínios, garantindo uma organização impecável.

Refrigerador Side By Side Md-rs587 - Espaço e Funcionalidade em Harmonia E agora, no topo do pódio, a vitória vai para o Refrigerador Side By Side Md-rs587. Com um espaçoso freezer de 184L, este modelo oferece uma capacidade de armazenamento notável. A gaveta dupla de frutas e legumes, juntamente com o painel touch, facilita o acesso a todas as funções do produto.

A tecnologia Frost Free elimina a necessidade de descongelamento manual, trazendo comodidade à sua rotina. Recursos adicionais, como a função Turbo para ambos os compartimentos, modo Férias, trava de segurança para crianças e iluminação em LED, transformam essa geladeira em uma experiência prática e organizada para sua cozinha.

Conclusão: A Excelência da Midea em Refrigeradores

Esta análise completa dos 5 principais modelos de Geladeira Midea revelou uma verdade inegável: a Midea oferece produtos de qualidade, repletos de funcionalidades que atendem às necessidades dos consumidores. Seja você um entusiasta culinário ou alguém que busca o melhor para sua cozinha, as geladeiras Midea certamente oferecem um equilíbrio notável entre tecnologia, eficiência energética e organização de alimentos. Portanto, ao escolher uma geladeira, considere esses modelos e faça a escolha certa para sua cozinha e suas necessidades individuais.

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Heavy eyes flutter open underneath the pressure of the crushing abyss. There is something making him scowl perpetually, causing fists to bunch up into tight balls of fury as his massive head cranes upward. There is a battle above him, an object floating overhead... blocking the sun and causing the sea to turn a darker shade of blue than he favors. Bubbles escape as a growl rumbles in his throat. His jaw tightens, his body stiffens, and his muscles flex outward as the veins on his body bulge due to the overwhelming rage inside of his body.

The surface of the ocean shows only a darkened reflection of the battle overhead. Crystalline blue reflects blinding sunlight as plasma bolts and jet turbines screech out across the air. A ship known by the participants of the battle hangs overhead: The Nemesis. What is occurring seems to be some kind of ambush, as a force of airborne vehicles swarm an island where a group of rebels appears to be fighting. Though the chaotic commotion begins to stir to a silent stillness as airborne pests stop to gawk at a shadow looming beneath the oceans... growing bigger and bigger and bigger until finally, it emerges— breaking through the water and emerging in all its glory...

Godzilla. King of The Monsters. But those titles are all but irrelevant in this field of battle. It does not matter to him, however. What others do is irrelevant to the king, so long as he is able to exert his will upon those around him. Slit-like eyes darkened by a narrow gaze focus in on figures around him, who watch as the water leaks from between his teeth and off of his body... scales flexing and tail rising before it slams into the water again to create a monumental splash. The Kaiju scans the landscape.

Machines of metal, not unakin to other creatures he has faced in battle— and yet there is something oddly human about these machines. Whilst some look alien— rigid in their shape and alien in their gaze— other combatants appear to have features and elements reminding him of Humanity's machines of war. The mere idea of these metal men being related to humanity in any capacity is enough to make him wary... He's risen for only a span of a few seconds... and already he releases a roar that causes the wind to tremble and forces the sound barriers to snap like brittle bone. The aftermath of such a rumble leaves even his body trembling as if there is so much power behind such a roar.

His eyes turn to see the ship hanging in the sky. The floating object. He has seen humanity use craft like this in the past, and his eyes narrow in contempt at such a thing. A desire to bring it down festers inside his body. All the metal men are simply too nervous to make their move against The Kaiju, or at the very least— they've been told to settle. Perhaps they think him some kind of animal— and whilst there is no mistake in that, some animals are much smarter than others credit... and The King knows when he is being underestimated. The King knows when he is being watched... as if he is nothing more than a spectacle for others to gawk at.

Blue energy ripples up the dorsal fins along his back. The King's eyes glow a bright and powerful white, pulsating like a heartbeat as The Kaiju takes a massive inhale— energy flashing beneath his mouth and atomic smoke wafting outward. Releasing another roar, with his body pointed and his mouth as wide as it can be— The King fires out a powerful burst of radioactive energy that pierces the side of The Nemesis... causing smoke to leak out— and the ship to begin sinking down toward the ocean. Perhaps it will still be able to float away, but he cares not for those aboard. His body begins to turn toward the island... and his fists tighten. He allows the litter of the group to return to their crashed ship...

Whilst he sets his sights upon the island... heading toward land.

#king of the monsters (ic) #from the depths (main verse) #dragons-cove #I am so terribly sorry that this got so terribly long.