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sea2019life · 8 months
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emeraldlabyrinth · 6 months
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Sonata Being an Interesting Fish
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it-happened-one-fic · 10 months
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Play the Fool - Dottore
Author Notes: Happy MerMay Genshin! This fic happened kind of spontaneously but I had a lot of fun writing it! Depending on how well it's received and what I feel like there may end up being a part two. I listened to "Black Sea" by Natasha Blume while writing this fic and I'm not gonna lie, this fic did not turn out how it was originally slated to. But I'm fairly happy with it. Dottore's merman fish base was a betta fish. Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!
Type: MerMay/ Mer-Dottore/ Merman AU/ gender-neutral reader/ I'm not gonna label this as fluff since that doesn't feel quite right, but know that it's NOT angst, yandere, or anything like that
Word Count: 1327
Trigger Warning: Discussion of past crimes including murder (Dottore), Fatui are generally shady
{Part 1: You're Here!}, {Part 2}, {Part 3}, {Part 4}, {Part 5}
EDIT: Entire series now available on AO3! (link deleted due to glitches)
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I sat just outside the tank, watching the mysterious merman swim to and fro. Writing impossibly difficult equations with a sharpie on the glass walls of his tank as he continued on about his work and ignored me just like he always did.
According to some of the Fatui scientists who’d occasionally pass by to gossip and puzzle about the strange things he wrote, this odd man had once been the infamous Dottore. The second of the harbingers that worked for the Tsaritsa herself. But then something had gone horribly wrong in an experiment, and he’d turned into this. 
An exotic merman that looked more like something out of a fairy tale than a horrific science accident. But then, fairy tales often served as warnings of some sort, didn’t they?
Either way, his mistake had given some of his less-than-loyal lackeys the chance they needed. 
He’d been shoved into a tank and presented to the Tsaritsa as a centerpiece for her viewing pleasure. After that, each of them had become heads of the Fatui’s research labs.
Their betrayal had not been taken lightly, though, and at least three of them had been dragged into his tank and murdered when they’d come by to feed him. 
That was why they had hired an outsider to feed and care for the Harbinger, turned merman by his own crazed experiments. An outsider who was, namely, me.
Though I’d initially been terrified of the man, he was hardly frightening now. As long as I didn’t bug him when I gave him his food and kept his tank clean, he largely ignored me. Well, unless he wanted something for his work that continued even now within his tank.
Because despite the fact that he never spoke and had exchanged his legs for fins, Dottore remained intelligent. The trouble was, no one could truly understand what he was working on. The scientists only ever said that, from what they could interpret, it was groundbreaking.
But that wasn’t the only way my charge showed off his cleverness.
Whenever one of the few remaining scientists who’d been party to his betrayal came by to gloat about their victory or scowl at his writings that even they couldn’t understand, there was risk.
Almost inevitably, he would find a way to lure them closer and somehow, without any words, convince them to open the tank despite the risks they knew he posed.
Because while Dottore didn’t seem to kill without reason, he did kill for revenge. 
He’d never offered to harm me, but maybe that was because I served a purpose. After all, I was the only person who was willing to take care of his tank and feed him now.
Even the other Harbingers didn’t come by anymore, and the Tsaritsa had long since abandoned her ‘pet.’
He swirled through the water, his long, brilliantly blue tail fins spiraling around him like silk robes as he twisted. Looking over towards where I sat. 
I straightened slightly, surprised that my presence was even being acknowledged by the usually uninterested man, and, after a brief moment, he abandoned his pen. Letting it drop from his long fingers and drift to the bottom of the tank before he swam towards me. 
He stopped just short of the wall, a smile curving across his face, before he reached out with both hands. Pressing his tapered fingertips to the pristine glass that created a wall between us.
Curious, I mirrored his motions, placing my own fingertips on the glass right over where his rested. My eyes widened as he proceeded to flatten his entire hand on the glass, spreading his fingers as I, for reasons that even I didn’t understand, did the same.
It was like he was trying to communicate something to me, despite the fact that our interactions up until now had largely been limited to him pointing at whatever he wanted or scowling at me when I cleaned his tank.
He was the first to pull away, pulling one hand away to point up towards the top of the tank, the only place the water could be accessed from. I hesitated, realizing that the only other people I'd ever seen him direct to that location had been his would-be victims, whom I’d always only barely managed to stop.
I had been up there numerous times to toss his food or whatever item he’d requested by imperiously pointing at in, but I’d never done so simply to meet with him.
My fingers slid down the glass slightly, a frown creeping onto my face as my fingertips came to rest just over his palm, “If you try to drown me, I’m quitting.”
My words had only been muttered, but judging from the smile, devoid of kindness, that spread across his face, he had heard them and was pleased.
I stepped away from the glass, my gaze staying on him, floating with only a twitch of his finned tail, until I at last turned to mount the metal staircase that led to the tank’s top.
  I stepped up lightly, watching as he swam upwards, following my ascent in a far more fluid fashion as he glided silently through the water.
My steps had been unhesitating, but I paused as I reached towards the button that would lift the ceiling of the tank off. It was the only thing separating me from the merman who waited just below it. 
He would be furious if I aborted now, but that wasn’t my concern at the moment. My only worry at the moment would be what he might do if I did open the tank.
Would he attack and drown me? I had no clue how strong he actually was, but judging from his success rate thus far, I doubted I could get away from him.
The scientists he’d drowned were all members of the Fatui. Trained to serve that Tsaritsa in whatever way she needed.
 I wasn’t. I had no training or skills to assist me should he try to hurt me.
And yet I found myself pressing the button and watching as the machines activated even as I maintained a reasonably safe distance. I would listen to him, I was curious after all. But I also wouldn’t make it easy for him to attack me.
The sounds of metal sliding against metal filled the air as the tank's lid was slowly lifted off and the seal that held it to the tank’s thick glass walls burst.
Sure enough, there he was. Just under the surface of the water and looking directly up at me like he wasn’t surprised in the slightest that I’d done just as he’d wished. But up until now, I suppose I’d seemed totally obedient to his whims from his perspective. Well, except for when I would save his would-be victims from his machinations. And even that never seemed to really upset him. Rather, he’d always seemed more amused as he eyed the careful distance I kept between us. 
With a mere twitch of his tail, he surfaced, and I watched as he did something new. Something I’d never seen him do before, even when he was tempting foolish scientists closer.
He spoke.
“I always knew you were far more clever than most of the others here.” My eyes widened at the sound of his smooth voice. Wholly unfamiliar to my ears but strangely relaxing.
I shifted, still keeping my distance even though it was almost instinctive to step closer to him. I was curious, but cautious. And now that I was here, listening to the previously silent merman, I would play the fool and hear him out, “What do you want?
He drifted closer, either pushed by the water or by his own motions; I didn’t know which since my attention was on the single word that left his mouth as he lifted the mask from his face, revealing bright red eyes that I’d never seen before, “Out.”
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itscomingupaces · 3 months
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We all know Dylan has his cat Schrödinger, do any you think any of the other counselors have pets, either pre-canon or in the future? What kind do you envision for each of them? (I feel like surely Laura the pre-veterinary student would have some critters at least!)
ooh this is a good ask, thank you!
I love pets, so this might be more biased towards having them than not.
Laura: She always had pets, that's a big reason she wanted to go into veterinary medicine. I can see her having a hamster or pet rats in undergrad. When she gets into vet school, she adopts two of the teaching dogs when they retire. By the time she's a full veterinarian, there are like 3 rabbits, two cats, and two dogs in their house. How do they feed them all? Don't question it.
Max: Max grew up with little dogs, and not much else. He now has a small zoo with Laura, see above. His favourite is the big fluffy orange cat they adopted after finding him under their porch with no collar or microchip. They had to shave him down due to mats and then dressed him in little sweaters and Max fell in love.
Dylan: Dylan has Schrodinger, of course. I see him as 100% a cat guy. After the events of the Quarry, he fosters a pregnant cat for a shelter and names all the kittens after famous scientists to keep the theme (Einstein, Oppenheimer, Bohr, Franklin, Curie, etc). He keeps Oppy for himself <3
Ryan: I don't think he grew up with pets, and he wasn't sure if he really wanted any. I can see him inheriting a little Betta fish in a bowl from a roommate in art school, and he researches how to properly care for it. From there he gets into fishkeeping. It starts with that betta in a 3 gallon tank, then 5 gallons, then he gets a 40 breeder off like marketplace for $20 and he discovers live plants and tropical schooling fish. If he and Dylan get together, he spends too much time trying to keep the cats away from his tanks lol
Emma: I'm not sure what Emma would have. Maybe something like an Italian greyhound, it sits in the background of videos like a little derp. Or she ends up rescuing a bunch of mutts from the shelter.
Abi: I can see Abi having a bonded pair of rabbits! Or a medium sized dog like a Labrador Retriever. Something soft and friendly that can help her with her anxiety if she gets overwhelmed at home.
Kaitlyn: I love the idea of Kaitlyn having a big pittie or Rottweiler or Doberman, something with scary dog privilege but is really a big baby
Jacob: He gets a golden retriever because he is a golden retriever boyfriend.
Nick: I think he would have something more exotic, like an iguana or a cockatiel.
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ectochoir · 2 months
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I wanna try one of these, so it’s…
(For context, I know the first entire section of Hamlet’s To Be Or Not To Be soliloquy, I had 5 cats, a dog and a betta fish at one time as a kid, the “exotic” pets I’ve had were ferrets and a high content wolfdog (not at the same time), and the game I have 1k hours in is Animal Crossing New Horizons.)
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blubushie · 2 months
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i think the reason so many people think they are against leather is that they don't distinguish between leather and exotic pelt production. one is taking advantage of the resources we already have while the other unnecessary wastes them
Oh no vegans and ARAs just think it's like. Morbid or something to wear something else's skin. I call it respecting the sacrifice of the animal and not letting any part of it go to waste.
They KNOW this shit comes from cows. But wearing cow skin is disturbing to them. Cow's gonna die anyway. So you're sacrificing the lives of countless fish to save the hide of one cow who's still gonna die, except its hide will rot instead of being put to use. Fucking wasteful.
Tbh there's a common thing of fish not being considered "worthy" of life though. Look at betta bowls, goldfish bowls, fish being given away as rewards at carnivals. A lot of people consider fish more on par with insects in the compassion department despite their intelligence and ability to feel pain and socially bond. And vegans/ARAs MASSIVELY show their hand and morals when they buy pleather knowing the environmental impact is has on microplastics in the ocean, but I guess the life of a few thousand fish aren't more important that the life of one cow who's gonna die anyway ay?
They bitch about the biggest impact to the environment? It's pollution. You're not polluting shit when you take an animal's hide and tan it and make it into a vest or shoes or what have you. But pleather? The entire production process is pollution.
But vegans don't care cuz they don't have to think about it. That's pretty par the course. "Plant food is humane" while ignoring the pollution from pesticides, the billions of animals killed every year from combine machines like deer and foxes and wildlife, to pesticides, to the people like me who are hired to shoot wildlife what feed on plant crops so it can reach THEIR tables.
Miss me with that "It's grown to feed livestock too." I was a stockman and all the cattle and sheep I ever drove were free-range grazed.
How's that soy taste, lads? Cuz it's watered in blood. Let's also ignore the human fucking slavery of avocado plantations, of quinoa farms, how the people who work the land to grow your food are kept indentured and paid so little they can't even afford to buy the fucking food they grow to export to you tarts. Where's your compassion and decency there, ay? You'll protest against dairy calves being taken from their mums cuz dairy cattle have zero maternal instinct and will sooner crush their own calves than raise them but you're silent on Nestlé? Modern slavery in the modern day doesn't get a word of protest from your bleeding hearts ay?
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tired of antis rehashing the old magic bullet theory or hypodermic needle theory
both theories are similar in that they theorize that information is “injected” or “shot” into the human brain and that we are directly influenced by that, but people are neither a passive audience nor sponges that soak up every information, we have thoughts, beliefs, morals
these things also shape how we react and are influenced by media. And when it comes to fiction and propaganda, it’s actually impossible to compare the two. And they shouldn’t be compared anyway 
Propaganda is trying to convince the audience to something and it may or may not work to influence someone based on above mentioned factors 
Fiction on the other hand is often unrealistic and fantastic, it’s hardly material that one can even consider to use to convince someone or something. It’s not trying to convince or teach someone something anyway, and even if it did, creating art that sends one defining message that you cannot interpret as anything else is extremely hard, if not impossible 
I feel like antis reject science altogether and instead rely on feelings, theories, misinformation or tabloids who react to something in an overly dramatic way or draw the wrong conclusions. Like no, Finding Nemo did not lead to more kids wanting Clownfish as pets when the entire message of that movie was that keeping (exotic) fish as pets and removing them from their natural habitat is actually harmful, and even kids who aren’t old enough to join social media understand that 
This. We aren't sponges, we're closer to a gate that only opens when certain boxes are ticked. We aren't going to be influenced by that information unless it has several other factors. Propaganda is intended to tick those other boxes. It is specifically formulated to do so. And that takes effort that fiction creators are not putting into their work 99% of the time.
Though I'll admit that I'm an aquarium geek planning out a 150g saltwater reef tank and there will be clowns and they will all be named Nemo. Most fish in my circles are captive bred, though. But yeah, I have yet to meet a kid who wanted anything other than like, a goldfish. Or a betta. And those kids have definitely seen finding nemo. This was an excuse to mention my tank plans I'm sorry.
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unhingedlesbear · 4 months
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Guyyys what pets do we think the Lonnit crew would have?
Obv Mark would have a dog. Literally what else. He wouldn't have a cat bc he doesn't seem to like them. He most likely took Connie anyway so boom. dog.
Charlie doesn't seem to like dogs so he'd probably have something else. Maybe a cat? Tbh he seems like the kinda guy who'd just have a singular betta fish on his desk or something.
Idk about Kate but tbh she'd probably have a cat or like one of those really photogenic dogs. Not sure tho.
Jamie? Def would have something unusual. She probably keeps at least one exotic reptile or bug. Maybe a snake or something.
I would say Erin would have something cute like a bunny or a hamster but also she's allergic to pets with fur so she'd probably either just move in with Jamie and stick to the reptiles or maybe she'd have a bird or something.
What do y'all think
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Had to enter a pet store to get a specific feed. Hadn’t been to one in years. I thought they were improving at some point but in just one store I saw:
Gerbils and mice in cages alone
several sick finches and a canary with a prolapse
two very exotic species of parakeet
three conures with improper feed
three species of chameleon in one cage
more “rare” morphs of different exotics than I can even recount
arrow dart frogs
a baby monitor lizard
I decided to avoid the fish section for my own sanity after that, but I could already see the betta cups. Lord give me the strength to not shiv the ceo of Petco.
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telestoapologist · 9 months
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i'm guessing we only have one exotic in the tank rn because khelpri axeheads are like bettas in the sense that they'll fucking kill any other fish in the tank, including their own kind unless they're down to smash
frog does not count because it's emotional support. the lober keeps things clean.
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sea2019life · 2 years
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emeraldlabyrinth · 6 months
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The Best One Yet
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I think Sonata's finally starting to warm up to the camera. It's only a matter of time now before he starts posing for the camera🐋
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ujjalshoby · 1 year
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First Step - Fighting Fish Breeding Tank Setup
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thedenofravenpuff · 1 year
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Some concept sketches done over the holidays, as I had the urge to create a new OC for The Ocean AU server I’m member of.
Meet Lacey, she is what is called a mini siren and was illegally captured from the wild very young to be sold to a private collection of exotic sea creatures. In this universe sirens are known but also a protected species, so this is very much not allowed. 
She’ll eventually rescued to be attempted rehabilitated back to the ocean. But until then, she lives in a tank to perform tricks for the owner when on display as a rarity. 
She’s a betta fish, with a bad habit of tearing at her own fins from frustrations and loneliness. 
Enjoy!
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fizzy-tizzy · 2 years
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Pet Headcanons for the boys!! (1/?)
Mac doesn’t really have any per-se, but he often feeds and plays with the stray cats that hang around Doc’s gym. The two of them have been talking about trying to catch and rehome them for a while now.
Joe has a fluffy persian cat named Chouchou. She’s incredibly sweet, but there is not a single thought behind those big eyes of hers.
Birdie has a corn snake named Candy Corn! (or just candy for short) She’s very clingy with Birdie, and will often sneak into his gym bag when he’s not looking. She caused quite a ruckus the first time it happened.
Aran’s family has two dogs, an old Irish setter named Duchess, and a mutt they picked up off the street named Rascal. And while he’s not technically a pet, Moira has managed to befriend a crow, which she’s taken to calling Flapjack.
Muscle owns a tiny little black and gray kitten he found as a stray. He’s named him Diablo, both for the fact that he’s a giant troublemaker, and that his ears curl in slightly like devil horns.
Narcis has had many, many pets in the past, most of them rabbits of some sort. His current darling is a english lop named Chiffon, who he’s had for the past three years. He absolutely adores her, and spoils her absolutely rotten.
Macho, of course, has his beloved dobermans, Bullet, Bruiser, and Butch. They’ve been with him for years now, and have helped him get through some pretty tough times. (hc stolen from @/askthewvba)
Disco has a lot of pets, most of them unusual or exotic. He has a caiman lizard named Skittles, a tank of moon jellyfish, all named after various lunar gods, and a couple of gorgeous betta fish (kept in separate tanks!) named after various gemstones. There’s also a pit bull named Athena, but she’s more of the family’s pet rather than Disco’s.
Hugger, of course, has his forest friends! Once again, none of them really count as pets but he loves them all the same. Most of them don’t leave the forest, but Chip the squirrel likes to accompany Hugger whenever he can.
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kat-n-dog · 2 years
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It's been a long time since I've been on exotic-pet-blr so I don't remember any good fish stuff. My partner has betta fish and I remember enough to know that they probably need a different arrangement than they have, but I don't know what that arrangement should be (mostly concerning tank size). Does anyone know any good tumblrs or other resources to recommend on the subject? (I don't trust what just comes up in Google because we all know the standards of care for fish and exotics are a mess.)
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