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Dans la réserve de chasse de Pilanesberg en Afrique du Sud. Le guide avait choisi d'emmener les touristes au refuge d'oiseaux de Rathlog. Le guide a remarqué un éléphant mâle en musth se dirigeant vers le parking. Il a demandé à ses invités de remonter dans le car. 4 personnes ont pu remonter dans le véhicule et 15 autres ont réussi à se cacher sur le parking. Pour protéger ses invités, le guide a essayé d'éloigner l'éléphant et faisant du bruit. Mais cela a eu un effet contraire et l'éléphant a attaqué le véhicule en le soulevant à deux reprises puis il s'en est allé. Le musth est un état périodique chez les éléphants mâles, qu’ils soient d’Afrique ou d’Asie. Pendant cette période, les éléphants atteignent des niveaux de testostérone plusieurs fois supérieurs à la normale. Il se manifeste par des comportements agressifs et par une épaisse sécrétion ressemblant à du goudron, appelée frontaline, qui sort des orifices temporaux de l’éléphant mâle.
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Musth/Rut or as I call it, the male period
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In a very slightly different timeline I can imagine elephants getting a similar treatment online as dolphins/chimps/cassowaries/hippos.
#love elephants but don’t mess around with them#also I’m shocked Musth isn’t a more well known thing..
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it really cannot be overstated how ridiculous the arjuna alter boss fight is. it borders on hilarious, right up until you remember that this is going to be your problem to deal with.
like right from the moment you enter the mission your only support option is the npc karna.
“but that’s not so bad” you might think to yourself “he just got his big goku powerup moment, so he’s probably the best option i could hope for anyways, right?” and true he does have a whopping double damage bonus and an automatic guts charge, which is great! and then you look at arjuna’s laundry list of active effects and realise that with arjuna’s inherent 30% damage reduction karna will only be hitting for slightly more damage than usual - which doesn’t mean much in the face of arjuna’s million plus hit points spread across 3 break bars. no doubt you will also be further dismayed when arjuna proceeds to delete karna’s hp bar in one hit, popping the guts charge on turn 1, and reducing karna’s life expectancy to whenever arjuna so deigns to smack him again. then you’re left with just your own roster of the best servants and craft essences you could squeeze onto the team with the party deployment cost you were afforded. from there arjuna’s massive damage deletes most of your servants in one or two hits regardless of defence, with only invulns and evades to buy them an extra turn, foreigners’ class advantage lets them tank at most one extra hit, and the extra boss bullshit he gains with every bar you break only serves to expedite the already trivial process of puréeing your entire team faster than a jellyfish in a blender.
#i almost admire the nerve of them saying ''you *have* to take the npc support but don't worry! we juiced him up ;)''#and then in practice he is almost as useless as any other option you could pick#and almost certainly not worth trading off the ability to actually build your team entirely around your own strategy#and by ''admire'' i mean i want to take whoever's responsible#drop them into a gladiatorial arena with a musth and cocaine-frenzied bull elephant#then throw them a single knife and let whatever happens happen#hakunonon vs the gacha
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learned something new about male elephants today. apparently sometimes they enter a period where tar leaks from their heads and they are uncontrollably aggressive to everything including humans and other elephants.?? dude.
#i know i dont post much but man im reeling over this info.#its called musth if you want to look it up yourself.#in captivity they have to be isolated completely and either starved and dehydrated for a week#or kept isolated for one or two months and fed remotely and given sedatives.
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Missed target - Azriel
Here it is! So many people asked to be tagged on this I got OVERWHELMED. Thanks for the love!I'm thinking about a second part where Azriel decides to repeat all the missed efforts and treat you like the queen you are. Let me know what you think.
Plot: Azriel is convinced Elain was made for him. Three sisters for three brothers, and no one can make him change his mind. But someone or something is determinated to change the course of fate on his behalf. No matter how hard he tries.
The Suriel 1
The Suriel watched the shadowsinger sharpen his blades in the forest, oblivious to his presence. Not even his shadows could detect the ancient creature, and he was proud of that. Of all the beings that he had seen, all the people that had summoned him, Azriel was who drew his curiosity.
Maybe the male in front of him didn’t remember, or maybe he did but had decided not to tell a soul about it. The Suriel did remember, and he had been observing since that night where a young, scarred and devasted Azriel had summoned him.
“What is wrong with me? Why does nobody love me? I want to know – I want to know if someone will love me, please”
The child didn’t understand what a Suriel was, or what type of questions he could answer. Still, the Suriel held the sobbing kid for one night, just one night, and let himself wonder what would it be to feel, to dream, like fae and humans did.
Something changed in the male’s stance, a muscle twitching in his left wing, and the Suriel knew he didn’t have much time left before he was noticed. He risked another glance at the unmoving figure, shadows surrounding the clearing where he stood.
As he vanished from the sight, the Suriel smiled briefly, oddly happy that that kid’s broken questions were about to be answered.
Missed date
Azriel liked Elain, more than he should. He liked her innocence, the way her hair fell over her shoulder, her full lips and thin waist. He liked the dresses she wore and the flowers she grew, even the way her voice sounded when she said his name. He liked liked her, and felt like a foolish teen when she was around.
Rhysand had warned him against it, and the Archeron sister had a mate – but still, Azriel hoped Elain would like him back. Even though he had been with plenty of women before, that time it felt different, and he didn’t know why.
Ignoring the signs against his desires, he had decided to act on his feelings.
Azriel had invited Elain to have dinner with him that night, in a lovely restaurant in Velaris. Sure, he might have said Cassian and Nesta were coming, and then proceeded to invite the couple knowing they wouldn’t even make it out of the bedroom with their clothes on. The plan had gone just fine – Cassian and Nesta had talked about it during lunch time, giving the impression it was just a friendly dinner, and then proceeded to lock themselves in their room for the rest of the day. Elain had smiled and asked about the hour, and Azriel had chosen his best shirt.
But the Cauldron musth have had other plans, because another minute passed by and he was sitting by himself in the restaurant, getting strange looks from the staff.
“Are you ready to order?”
He looked up to the waiter, with a tight smile on his face. Azriel guessed they were debating if kicking him out was worth angering the spymaster of the court.
“Still waiting” he grumbled, looking to the closed doors. “What time is it?”
“Nine thirty, sir. Would you like to… drink something?”
“Water is fine”
They had agreed to meet at nine, and part of him refused to think he had been stood up. That sweet, charming Elain who blushed under his gaze wouldn’t show up. He tried to come up with a reason behind her absence, and was sure there was a reasonable one, but he felt his excitement die as the clock ticked away.
Azriel pursed his lips when the waiter didn’t leave, not meeting his eyes. He would leave, but he would wait a little longer. For her sake, he would wait until the sun came up. The male cleared his throat and Azriel stared at the plants decorating the entrance.
It was a nice plant.
“Is the person you’re waiting for coming soon?”
“If she was, I wouldn’t be waiting here” his words were bitter, not towards the waiter, but at the situation.
“Maybe you could move to the counter and wait there, sir? I… there are customers waiting and – “
Before the man could dig his own grave further, Azriel pushed his chair back and walked towards said counter with his jacket on his arm. He refused to look at the waiter and let him know just how embarrassed he was, how disappointed in himself and in her.
The restaurant had a small counter where some couples shared their food and friends drank loudly. He damned his luck for choosing the busiest day to be stood up. Scanning the crowd, he found an empty seat at the corner and sat on a stool, ordering a beer.
Alcohol would only make it worse, but he guessed he was already done for. Ten more minutes, he promised himself. If Elain didn’t walk through those doors in the next ten minutes, he would leave and apologize to Rhys for his stubbornness.
Two minutes passed by, and he grew sick of watching the couple in front of him giggling in secrets.
Another three, and he counted each plant that decorated the restaurant. There were twenty-five without the artificial ones.
Seven minutes after his first beer, the waiter asked him if he wanted anything else and he just growled back.
His fingers were clenching painfully around the hem of his jacket when the ten minutes passed by. He was ready to get up when something sweet and floral hit his nose, leaving his mind blank for a second. Azriel blinked surprised at the smell, distinct from the elegant ones in the restaurant. With half smile, he turned to his right hoping to see Elain, pleasantly surprised with her choice of perfume.
Only that the woman who sat next to him wasn’t Elain, but another fae woman with a similar smell. Azriel scanned her outfit before you noticed him, before he could reprimand himself for checking you out.
You were wearing a loose blue and bright skirt with an elegant top, that left part of your collarbone visible. He felt something rush to his chest up to his cheeks while he stared at the smooth skin, and he willed himself to look up to your face.
“Guess this is where they discard the stood up, hm?” you looked at him and he blinked surprised. “I’ve been sitting next to the window for an hour now. I don’t think he’s showing up”
“Who?” Azriel asked dumbly, not thinking anything better.
“My friend set me up on a blind date, but he didn’t show up. At least the bread was good” you shrugged, finally looking away from Azriel. “Hi. Can I get a soda?”
Azriel felt his previous resolution of leaving the restaurant dissolve. You smelt just like her, but so different at the same time. Your voice still reverberated on his chest as you waited for your drink, stealing glances at the silent male at your side. It was strange for him to have his throat swallowing back the words that he wanted to say, have his mind blank of any comeback.
But as he stared at you, he wondered if you were a witch and had casted a spell on him.
“Are you… my date?” you finally asked when your soda came back, looking him up and down. “I’ve seen you standing here for a while”
“I’m Azriel”
“I don’t know the name of my date” you stated, and Azriel just prayed that you wouldn’t notice the shadows he couldn’t control revolving around your feet. “I’m Y/N”
“No”
He begged himself to say something else, to break the awkward silence or leave. After all, he had gone to that restaurant to meet Elain, not a stranger who had been stood up. But all the wit and intelligence that had won him the title of Shadowsinger and Spymaster seemed to seep away through his pores, and he couldn’t get back any of it.
You smiled at him tightly and turned to look around, finally breaking eye contact. Azriel got up without saying anything else and walked towards the doors, leaving a generous amount of money on the counter. You didn’t say goodbye and he didn’t bother looking back, his body stiff with your awkward encounter.
When he arrived to the house, he found a very regretful and very sick Elain who had been in bed all afternoon. She apologized again and again until he forced her back in bed and tucked her in. They agreed they would repeat again, sometime, but Azriel found himself less excited than that morning. He didn’t blame her – he couldn’t, when he had seen how her knees trembled with coughs and had heard her stuffy voice.
As he laid down that night in this enormous bed, his shadows didn’t whisper about Elain or brought back her smell, that most nights didn’t let him sleep. They caressed his hands in silence, with the memory of a sweet, floral smell that didn’t belong to the girl he liked.
The market
Rhysand and Cassian were away for a week, and while Azriel usually missed his brothers, that time he was beyond himself. Not only he wouldn’t be hearing Nesta and Cassian’s late-night activities, but he would be alone with his favorite Archeron sister, since Feyre and Nesta had decided to leave too.
There were plans for them, big ideas that he had crafted the previous night as he laid awake in the dark. The first one, most important, would be to find an excuse to talk to Elain.
She had left for the market as Azriel completed his morning training, and the male didn’t miss how she blushed at his presence. She had explained briefly her plans to him and had left in a rush. Azriel, who religiously trained each day, decided to postpone his activities and refill the house’s pantry.
It took him a while to come up with something to buy, even longer to gather the courage to follow his plan. By the time he was walking through the lively market-street, he was certain Elain would be leaving.
But he was lucky, because he spotted the familiar head a few stands away. Azriel felt the usual acceleration of his heart rhythm, the blood rushing to his head. His wings fluttered and he walked with little decision to where Elain was buying some fruits.
It seemed, with so little decision, that she moved away before he could reach him.
The game of cat and mouse continued for what felt like forever, Azriel only sniffling her before she left to a new stand. The street seemed endless, and the buyers too talkative and pushy. They bumped against his wings, apologized, and proceeded to block his way in awe for five to ten seconds.
When he saw Elain holding enough bags to cause him a backpain, he decided pushing people in return was worthy and walked faster.
Before she could complain, he picked up her bags from her arms carefully, resisting the urge of flinching at how heavy they were.
“Here, let me” Azriel extended his free arm, watching without looking up as it filled slowly with more bags. “These are heavy. What do we need so much food for?”
“Are you planning to eat it with me?”
Azriel looked up and stared into a pair of bright eyes that certainly weren’t Elain’s. Nor was your hair pulled back in a ribbon, or the worn-out cape hanging from your frame. His shadows helpfully recognized you from the missed date and awkward encounter, and he blinked surprised.
He opened and closed his mouth. Proudly, he could argue that only few times someone managed to make him speechless. But he didn’t find anything to say as he held half of your bags, looking a caught thief.
Your smile lowered at his surprise. Surely, you expected a kind stranger helping you with your heavy groceries, not him. Just as he didn’t expect you.
“Can I… have that back?” you asked when he didn’t move, only stared at you. “Please?”
The standard, cordial reaction would have been to apologize and carry the bags for you. If Azriel’s brain hadn’t stopped functioning, he would have explained he had confused you with someone else and would be on his merry way to find Elain.
But his heart wouldn’t stop beating stubbornly against his chest, loudly on his ears. His shadows, that you had noticed by now, were tangling themselves between your knees, holding part of the weight themselves.
He tried not to make it too obvious when he inhaled your essence, so characteristically nice. Instead of doing any of the rational things, he dropped your bags to the ground with a loud crack and a wet splash and turned around, disappearing into the crowd.
The flowers
Feyre had given him the directions, and he had quickly written them on a piece of paper as his high-lady prepared Nyx’s bottle, cradled the fussy baby and ate her own breakfast.
He was extremely thankful for her help, because she had also had the idea to give Elain a bouquet of flowers. Azriel felt bad about ignoring her for the two days they were alone, too busy trying to regain what was left of his dignity after the market. So, he had prepared the flowers and put them together with a blue ribbon, and had asked Feyre where Elain was staying.
He had walked through the streets of Velaris with a content smile, humming to himself in silence. His shadows were active that morning, dancing between his feet and knees, and tangling themselves in the flowers. He couldn’t explain the sudden urge of joy if not for the imminent encounter with Elain, who had been on his mind for two days straight.
The rays of sun warmed his cheeks, and he felt extremely lucky.
It only took him ten minutes to reach his destination, a busy street in the center of the town. People sneaked glances at him and whispered, as if he wouldn’t hear them. Azriel stopped in front of a white wooden door. It looked old and worn, and matched the pots with flowers on the window. It was a cozy house, exactly what Azriel had imagined Elain’s house to be.
She had moved out a few months ago, claiming she needed her own space. And he had yet to visit her place – which, once he realized he was about to do it for the first time, made him kind of nervous.
Azriel stood in front of the door, his frame covering the whole space. Between his shoulders and wings he shadowed it, and he felt weirdly insecure. Something fell to the ground inside, probably a bag, and even though he knew Elain would be inside, Azriel recoiled back.
In a pathetic attempt to make his intention known, he raised his fist.
Knock, give her the flowers, apologize, leave.
Don’t throw them on her like a burning pot.
Knock, give her the flowers, apologize, leave.
Try to smile without looking creepy.
Knock, give her the flowers, apologize, leave.
He heard soft humming from the inside, and the fact that it was the exact same melody he had been humming on his way there threatened to give him a heart attack. Before he could think better, he quickly searched his pocket for a pen while trashing for the tag of the bouquet.
In the meantime, he heard the humming coming closer and closer to the door. It was a sweet melody, one he had loved since he was a kid, that brought a selfish smile to his face. Who was the world to tell him they weren’t meant to be, if their minds aligned like that?
Azriel found the pen and, leaning against the brick wall, scribbled down a quick note on the tag. His handwritten was shaky, not neat nor perfect, and he felt a bead of sweat rolling down the corner of his neck.
Once he was finished, he tucked the tag between the stems and placed the bouquet delicately on the ground. He mentally kicked himself at his stupidity, and when he rose back, he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
He was the shadowsinger. The spymaster. People feared him, respected him, and he had had enough women in his bed to know he could get them. They liked him, men and women, and he had never had an issue before. And there he was, leaving a bouquet of flowers like a coward because he couldn’t knock.
All because of the stupid melody.
His impulsive thoughts won again and he crouched to write down his name at the bottom of the note. Only having his good luck ran out and knock his head against a pot when he rose back up. Azriel cursed under his breath at the sharp pain, but wasn’t fast enough to catch the pot.
He didn’t know what worried him most – that he was sad because the humming stopped, or that it stopped. Azriel didn’t need his fae hearing or shadows to hear the approaching steps, and he quickly retreated into the darkness. Just as he appeared in the other corner of the streets, hidden from the public’s eye, the door opened.
“Hello?”
Azriel let his lips part in surprise when Elain didn’t peer at the street, but you. The stranger with a memorizing smell that had been stood up. The girl whose bags he had dropped in the middle of the street.
You were wearing a stained apron, and had been clearly cooking. Azriel felt the sudden need to know what. What you were doing that made you look like that, that made Azriel’s rebellious heart jump.
He watched as you looked to both sides of the street, smiling to acquittances and finally noticing the bouquet. Your eyebrows almost rose to your hairline and an adorable shade of pink covered your chest. You quickly covered your mouth, but Azriel’s bones reverberated at the sound of your giggle. He found himself wondering if you were curling your toes in your shoes.
Leaning down, you picked the flowers and Azriel’s stupid smile, that had no right to be on his face, dropped.
He had signed it.
Your eyes scanned the tag and read through his words at a sickening speed. Sorry about last week, hope I wasn’t too much of a dick. Yours, Azriel
His shadows swallowed him before he could ask the Cauldron to dig a hole and swallowed him, but he could still see your content smile and have the utter and complete realization that your smile shadowed Elain’s.
The dance
“When have you ever cleaned up so nice?” Cassian asked him as he invaded his room, with no warning.
“Whenever you’re not around to see it” he answered back, not tearing his eyes away from his tie’s knot on the mirror. “So I don’t eclipse you”
Cassian scoffed and threw himself on the perfectly made bed. Azriel didn’t bother asking him to move, because while any other time he would have kicked him out, his bed was the farthest point from his work desk. Where, between patrol reports and court’s correspondence, were a month’s worth of letters between you two.
His hands trembled even more at the thought of his brother finding about it. He was already nervous enough at the premise of dancing with Elain tonight, at the thought of her wearing the bracelet he had sent her that matched his tie. Azriel didn’t need to think about the pointless, certainly not important letters that he shared with you.
“Nesta has kicked me out of our room” the male proclaimed. “She’s determinated to get to the ball on time. As if me not seeing her now would change our early departure”
“You’re disgusting” Azriel met his brother’s stare through the mirror.
“And you’re jealous. When was the last time you got laid?” Cassian raised her eyebrows suggestibly. “Anyone in mind for this particularly night?”
“Nesta, if you leave her unsatisfied”
“Can it be me if I’m unsatisfied?”
Cassian’s laugh boomed through the room and took Azriel’s mind out of the last hours’ frenzy. He had wanted to be excited, had been thinking about Feyre’s birthday ball for months now. Thinking about how Elain and him would dance, proving Rhysand that they were a match and should be together.
Indeed, Azriel had been excited about it until a month ago. When he found himself cutting his encounters with Elain short when a note came through, falling asleep with thoughts of a different woman on his mind.
He hadn’t seen you since the incident of the flowers, and his intention was to never see you again. But then, he had found a note on his training room, delivered by Nuala. I’m glad we both agree you were a dick that day, but if my forgiveness has you loosing nights of sleep, I forgive you. Although, for the next time, don’t be disappearing from a crime scene – those flowers were expensive.
Azriel had found it and had scoffed a laugh, a sound foreign to his ears. He had replied and had sent Nuala back to your house, with an apologetic smile.
Seems that I keep encountering you when I don’t mean to. Those flowers were for someone else, but I’m happy to hear that I will be sleeping soundly from now on. Sorry for your pot. If it makes you feel better, fate was my witness and gifted me with a nasty bump.
Two notes evolved to another two, then to four more, and suddenly, Azriel found himself sending you noted almost every day, sharing stupid facts and reading about your day.
“Is it because Elain?”
The mood was broken and shattered at the word of the fae, and Azriel finished his knot to turn and look at Cassian.
“Don’t judge me. I’m not Rhys ‘don’t you dare to touch my sis-in-law’ or Mor ‘bad choices are made’” Cassian lifted his arms slightly. “I’m just curious”
“Am I cleaning up nice for my high-lady and friend’s birthday ball? Yes, unlike you, I do care about having a clean presence” he looked down to his jacket. “Your shirt is stained with Nesta’s lipstick”
“Oh, I plan to let her stain more than my shirt” he chuckled.
Azriel rolled his eyes and turned towards the door without saying anything else.
He walked with Cassian through the long hallways until they reached the main hall, talking about training and pointless topics. The usual knot on his stomach loosened a bit when he was with him, even if he wouldn’t say it out loud. He knew Cassian only looked for him in those social events for his sake – because he knew how much Azriel struggled with the attention, with the looks.
For the first minutes, he stood by his side silently as Cassian greeted different people that Azriel didn’t want to talk with. He engaged short conversations with his family, laughed softly at Mor’s attempt of escaping with the wine, and entertained Nyx briefly.
He kept looking at the main doors, waiting for Elain to walk through so he could regain that excitement, that want, that seemed to seep through his fingers lately.
When the first dance started, Rhysand took Feyre’s hand and dragged her through the floor, looking like a regius couple. Mor took a giggling Nyx in her arms and danced in the corner, and Cassian used the opportunity to sneak with Nesta.
Azriel quickly found himself in the middle of dancing couples, and he swore the knot of his tie got tighter. He looked around for Elain, tried to identify her sweet smell or long hair, but he didn’t find her.
“She’s not coming, you know?” Amren’s voice appeared to her right, and he turned to find her leaning against a wall.
“Who’s not coming?”
“Elain” she explained. “She left yesterday with Lucien to get to know his court. Thought you, of all people, should know”
Had he been so out of it that he hadn’t notice it? Had he tried so hard to think about her that he hadn’t talked to her? He tried to think of a conversation where Elain told him that she wouldn’t be assisting, but he realized that he hadn’t talked to her in the last few days.
Actually, he had just sent the bracelet and guessed she would wear it. Part of his excitement wore down at the news, and he regretted agreeing to the ball.
Amren raised a brow at his fallen expression.
“Are you still after her, boy? Knowing she has a mate?” she inquired. “Thought you were smarter than that”
“You don’t understand. None of you do” he said, trying to sound angry. Trying to sound convinced, as convinced as he had been when he met her, but his voice sounded deflected.
“Maybe we don’t, but don’t fool yourself thinking the Cauldron makes mistakes. You’re not above its power”
Azriel scoffed at the answer he had heard before too many times, and faced away from Amren. She could try to convince him all she wanted, but his mind was up. As he walked out of the room, evading dancing couples, he forced the disappointment down his chest, where most of his feelings lay forgotten.
Of course she wouldn’t come. Of course, all those glances meant she was nervous around him, not reciprocated feelings. Of course, someone like Azriel wouldn’t end up with someone like her.
He loosened his tie briefly as he exited the ball, only to stop close to the entrance. He looked back at his family, dancing happily in the main floor. Even Amren, who didn’t dance, talked with a content half-smile to Varian, who had attended in behalf of his court.
Through all his centuries, all he had wanted was to have someone to dance with. To hold while the world fell apart, not to endure it on his own. Azriel felt a rebel knot climb to his throat, making the sight in front of him blurry.
Like a fool, he had thought Elain would be that person. After Mor, he thought he had found his person. Azriel looked once more to the ball before hastily turning around and colliding full force with a person entering the ball.
“Damnit!”
“Careful – “
Azriel didn’t get to stop the body falling to the ground, and he almost fell right above it. He gathered his footing back before he could cause more damage, and looked down to the incomer.
Something in his chest cracked when he saw the color of the dress pooling in the ground, the same one he wore on his loosened tie. The exact same color in the bracelet now forgotten in Elain’s room, that he had chosen so carefully and thoughtfully. He blinked past the initial shock and muttered an apologetic smile, offering his hand.
His eyes traveled up the wrinkled but beautiful dress to an exposed cleavage adorned with a simple blue gem. He didn’t register the similarities with his own siphons when his eyes met yours, both widened at the same time.
Centuries of waiting, of uncertainty, were suddenly nothing when the bond snapped loud in his soul. It rattled his bones and threatened to send him to the ground too.
“Y/N” he whispered, the room around him quietened. It was the first time he said your name out loud, and it felt divine on his lips. “What…?”
“Hm, Feyre’s birthday” you accepted his hand and let him pull you up, and he almost sent you crashing against his chest. “She invited me”
“That’s good”
Your eyes didn’t leave his for a while, as the bond settled for the two of you. Something had called you when you saw that dress, hanging beautifully in the window’s shop. You never wore that color, never attended to those parties. But the premise of seeing the owner of the notes you had been receiving lately, who your friends were tired of hearing about, was too appealing.
Somehow, buying that dress, coming late to the ball because of pointless delays, felt like a trick of fate.
“The bond” Azriel supplied uselessly, and you nodded for moral support way too enthusiastically.
“Yeah. It’s… here” you pressed your free hand against your chest, squeezing the one trapped in Azriel’s warm grip. “I didn’t think it would feel like this”
“It feels right”
Azriel couldn’t explain what had been missing until now. A void that had lived for so long in a place he couldn’t reach that now pulsated loudly where he needed it. He expected to be nervous, to be overjoyed, but above all of that, Azriel felt calm. At peace with himself as he stared into your eyes.
Time didn’t exist and the rest of the world was insignificant, only you mattered. And he could have spent an eternity looking at you if you hadn’t taken the first step and hugged him. If he thought the snapping bond was intense, your body against him robbed his breath.
His hand moved by itself to the back of your head, fingers tangling between your locks and pressing your face closer to him. The other arm rounded your waist, until you both belonged together like one soul.
The song ended and you looked up from his arms. With a small smile, you looked down at the loosened tie.
“Would you like to dance?”
Azriel nodded quickly and turned his back to the exit, your hand in his. People stared, his family looked at him, but all he could see was how blind he had been not to notice you were what was missing.
The Suriel 2
In the busy morning, few people stopped to see what lurked in the shadows of Velaris. They walked and rushed to their meeting points, talked with friends and families in the corners, and enjoyed the sunny day in the square. They all held interesting stories, futures that the Suriel fed on.
But he didn’t look at any of them. Only at the male standing a few feet away from him. He was sure his shadows had noticed him by now, that they knew his scent and presence, but decided not to warn his master. After all, he was no threat, just a mere spectator of fate.
The shadowsinger seemed to doubt between two books from a stand. He was oblivious to the world around him, but the Suriel knew. He noticed how he had changed in just five months, how not only his scent screamed a mating bond but also his soul. The way he stood, walked, talked.
As if the world didn’t own him anything else, as if he was finally the main character of his story.
The tall, dangerous male picked up the thicker book and paid for it with a small smile. He asked the woman in charge of the stand for a blue ribbon and tied the bag with it. Azriel turned around and distanced himself from the Suriel, not noticing his looming presence. But as he got farther and farther away from him, the Suriel was pleasantly surprised to notice shadows gathering at his feet, curious but not aggressive.
He showed them a terrifying smile, all teeth and cruelty – and still, they only brushed the torn parts of his cape in silent gratitude.
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Aggression (NSFW) FT Sohee Kim
Authors note: I wrote this in the delirium of Hay fever but I figured some of you might enjoy it
I try to steady my breathing as I wake up. My musth is coming in a few days and it's shaping up to be a particularly nasty one. I need to focus for the next few days as my performance at work has already been dropping and I can't afford for it to slip. after getting up my girlfriend (and fellow Alpha) Sohee stirs.
"You okay dear? It's 3 in the morning." Sohee asked. I nodded and went to go for my musth suppressants in the medicine cabinet. Shit they were empty.
"Honey I know you have been stressed and trying to focus better at work but you need to stop taking Musth Suppressants." Sohee pleads.
my hands tremble as I can feel the anger, lust, and raw aggression beginning to take hold.
"I know honey but I just need to get out of this Probation Period," I tell her.
"Babe you've extended taking them every time something new has come up. First, it was "I need to get this job" then it was "We need to finish the move" Now it's this. You have been suppressing yourself and you're just making your next musth that much worse for you. they aren't helping. You get home lethargic but restless so you can't sleep. You don't dump the hormones either by fucking or fighting. so they just sit in your body till the next must. I see it in your eyes." Sohee warned.
"But we fuck all the time?" I countered. Sohee rolls her eyes.
"While I may not be your type of alpha You and I both know Alpha biology requires musth/rut fucking, and competition to maintain a happy and healthy lifestyle," Sohee replied
I sighed trying to stay calm but I couldn't afford for anything to go wrong with this new job. I know she means well but sometimes she gets in my way...whoa that's not the thought I wanted. Sohee was not an obstacle. I loved her it's just rough right now.
It was just a stressful time right now. I couldn't afford to take time off since I had just been able to move out and support Sohee and me. We are also planning a vacation later in the year to celebrate our 5th anniversary. I ran my hands through my hair as I tried to figure out what to do next. Sohee sighed and said "This is the last time." as she handed me a bottle of over-the-counter musth suppressant.
"Oh, thanks, honey. You are the best." I say with a smile as she throws me those pills Sohee smiles as she walks up and kisses my cheek. I smile and slap her ass as she walks away.
"Hey be careful because you might start my rut, and I won't go easy on you," Sohee says with a sly smile. I laugh and take the pills before going back and having the most pleasant dream of having a lovely brunch with a very naked Sohee.
I wake up well-rested and get ready for work. while I do so Sohee also gets ready. As per usual she walks by naked so she can shower. Usually, my urges are painful but bearable. They aren't complete inhibitors after all (Sohee and I both agreed I shouldn't be taking those). I feel an intense burning sensation in my crotch followed by the equally intense, and almost ravenous wave of lust. I dig my fingers into the sink and stop when I hear a crack. Sohee seems to notice my discomfort and asks with concern, "Everything okay babe?" I breathe heavily before responding.
"Yeah, last round hopefully," I say. Sohee smiles
"Good. Now get ready before I force you to call in sick." She teases as she wiggles her cute butt. She always does this but today she looks so much sexier than usual. I just want to pound her until she begs me to stop. I watch drooling but quickly regain my composure. I finished getting ready and as I did Sohee met me to send me off. I smile at her hungrily as a familiar sensation in my loins burns, and my headaches.
"See you later sexy," I say with a level of confidence I didn't know I had. Sohee smiles as we kiss. Feeling emboldened for some reason I probe into her mouth with the kiss, and get lost in it before Sohee breaks it.
"Gosh, I forget sometimes that you're a really good kisser," she replies breathlessly
"Well maybe you could cancel your schedules and we just stay home today," I say not thinking clearly. Sohee puts her hands up in an x before she smiles.
"No, I need to go to this one. it's for our comeback, just wait for me at home," she says. I nod and fall into another kiss with her. I lose control again as I grip her ass tightly
"I Love you. I love this ass. This ass is mine." I growl. Sohee chuckles before she wraps a leg around my waist. "No other Alpha can satisfy me like you do." I continue. I smile ravenously when I hear Sohee mewl before she pushes me off. "Dinobardo we both need to go." Sohee protests. Her using my full first name excites me but also anchors me. I take it as a challenge to take her then and there. The horny Alpha Part of me accepts the challenge, but my rational brain kicks in and I remember that I don't have time for this.
"I am sorry Sohee I don't know what's wrong with me," I say. Sohee gives me an understanding smile
"No worries honey. Just go to work and come back," she says with an understanding smile. I nod and drive to work. I get through three hours before naked Sohee begins to run through my mind. I begin to pitch a tent and feel the brunt of my musth and fuck it's hard to stop. wave after wave of this unrelenting lust washes over me as if I am caught in a riptide of desire, but that's not the worst part. The hornier I get the angrier and more irritable I get. My senses get dialed up to an 18 out of 10, and every little thing can set me off. the leaky tile in the corner of my office. the tapping of someone's nails in the other office three doors down I sense it all, and it drives me ballistic. This isn't even counting the massive headache I was nursing. I crack my knuckles as I try to focus but the door opens and my friend James walks in. I look at him furiously, and he nods and walks out. I barely make it to lunch before I try to take a nap but all I can dream about is fucking Sohee. I groan and get back and power to work where the heat hits me worse. I claw into my skull as I try to ride out the waves and focus but my mind because foggier as it's consumed by fighting and fucking. I need to do one or the other or I will go feral. As I release my hands from my skull I see blood pouring and realize I may already be there.
I take a deep breath trying not to let my body control me. I do the meditation practices but it doesn't help. my erection is raging at this point uncontrollably. I take another deep breath before counting to ten when I get the call. I look at my phone it's Sohee. I answer
"What's up honey," I say.
Sohee chuckles, "Where's that husk coming from? Are you okay you sound weird." she replies. Her voice makes the feelings worse as imagine fucking her till she begs me to stop.
"I don't know I feel like my skin is burning and something inside me is trying to claw its way out," I answer as Sohee listens.
"Well, honey maybe the Musth suppressant reached their tolerance threshold and won't work anymore. You sound like you're going through like 5 months right now." Sohee suggests.
"It certainly feels like I am. I have never felt this horny and this angry." I lament.
"Dino maybe you should go home and wait for me." Sohee pleads
"I am almost done for the day though I have two hours left," I whine.
"Dinobardo Michaell Benedict Jr. Go home and wait for me. I can hear the lust and anger in your voice, and I almost can smell your scent from over the phone. Go home early and wait for me before you hurt anyone. I promise I'll take care of you while your body rages against you." Sohee demands. I hesitate before relenting. Sohee wouldn't use my full name if she wasn't serious so I'd better take this seriously. I shut all my work stuff
"Okay, honey I'll go. I'll talk to you later" I reply before I get up from my office and go to my boss.
"Oh Dino heading out early?" he asks I nod.
"Good. I was about to send you home as people were complaining about your Rut Scent. " my Boss joked. I groaned and nodded.
"See you next week boss," I reply
My boss smiles and waves, "Take care of yourself." he says as he sees me off.
I arrive home with no issue. I sit on our couch and try to sleep but every time I close my eyes visions of Sohee plague them. when I finally do get a normal dream my alarm blades off and says it's time to take more suppressants I get up and feel my head pounding. I steady myself enough to go to the bathroom and Grab two more pills I take them and I notice the temporin seeping out. My blood boils my suppressant was to stop this specific thing. I look at the bottle of pills, and it reads Maxwell lord’s Marvellous which is the correct brand, but under it in little tiny letters says “musth amplifiers” The flowery letters are hard to read as my brain loses the ability to comprehend complex tasks due to the musth fully taking over. Something tells me to take another too. So I did. At this point, my brain is made a horny and angry mush by the musth the heat of my own body has become unbearable so I strip to my boxers. I try to remember what I was doing or who I was waiting for as I meander over to my bed but I can't. I fish out my dick and begin to stroke it languidly now fully in throes and acquiescing to my body’s demand t try to relieve some of the build-up, but it does exceptionally little to ease the lust I feel. I need my mate. I reach for my phone but I can't remember the code to open it. It infuriated me as I typed in numbers that swam through my head. So I am teased by my mate’s face but I can't even remember her name no matter how much I scrape my head trying to. It only serves to worsen my headache and my temperament I can't even remember my mate’s name and this is the person I wish to mark…pathetic. I chastised myself and looked at the wall trying to clear the brain fog, but the more I tried to focus the more the brain fog intensified. Time space and conscious thought all became labored concepts in my heavily lust-addled mind. Then finally I heard the door open. I heard a feminine voice ring out,
“Honey are you okay.”
I labored down the stairs through an almost endless amount of growing lust and brain fog. When I get down my mate sees me with a wicked smile on her face. I couldn't focus as she wore a crop top pushing her perky breasts up and to attention and a very short skirt that flaunted her curves and ass. I couldn't reply
“You okay? You look feral” Sohee says with a smile. My mind clears enough to remember my mate’s name and I smile. I approach Sohee and steady myself on her shoulders. Sohee looks down at my boxers where she sees my bulge. She smiles at me as she lowers herself to my crotch. I groan as she releases my trunk and it flops on her face. Sohee looks up at me with a lusted smile.
“Oh honey, you've been walking around with this all day. Let me take care of it.” Sohee says and begins to suck. I groan as her warm mouth takes me inside. I finally begin to relief and for a moment my brain fog clears.
“Oh thank god dear that feels so good,” I reply. Sohee smiles
“You're back?” she says with a slight pout. She stops and immediately I'm stupefied again. She drags me up to our bedroom and she goes into the bathroom and grabs a bottle but I can't remember what it said or reads. She takes 3 pills out of it and gestures for me to take them. I shake my head as I get a bad vibe from them. Sohee gets at my eye level her brown eyes are full of stern concern before she says
“Take them. You need this,” she says. Not wanting to make her mad I take the pills she begins to strip down to her panties (which have a stain on the front) and bra. After an unclear amount of time, my brain fog cleared, and the amount of anger I felt as I recalled everything was unreasonable.
“You dirty whore I trusted you and you poisoned me,” I yelled. Sohee’s eyes turned to slits demonstrating her excitement.
“Oh and what are you going to do about it.” she challenged. I ripped her panties and bra open, bent her over, and plunged into her.
“Is this what you wanted? I balls deep in your whore cunt.” I yell as I thrust into her cunt which is unreasonably tight almost oppositionally so. As I fight through the tightness I hear Sohee moan in ecstasy. She loves it when I get rough with her.
“Are you about to cum whore.” I ask as I pound her pussy with reckless abandon. I grab her ass and squeeze as she moans my first release comes and it comes hard. I explode into Sohee’s pussy and she moans as her walls milk me for everything I'm worth. After 5 minutes her body calms down but mine does not. I plunge back into her and she moans again I lift her back up so I can get a nice grab of her ass and tits.
“You got me riled up. You wanted my musth well here it is whore.” I say as I fuck and grope her body relentlessly. My heart hurts from what I'm saying but my body is so enraged and off normal that my brain can only continue to degrade her sinful body. I knead her Tits and ass loving the softness and bounciness of her body has as I manipulate it. I begin to feel the musth deeper, and it exhilarates my body and causes me to fuck my honey’s body with more fervor.
“That's it honey let all that cum and testosterone out,” Sohee says in between moans. I slap her ass out of spite causing her to release a surprised yelp.
“Don't tell me what to do whore. You're only used to me as a cum dump. So shut up and take it all. As I cum into my girlfriend again. She finally cums for the first time as her body goes limp from exhaustion. She falls on the bed limp but my erection hasn't let up. My body is still not mine currently so I watch my girlfriend try to recover
I watch as Sohee recovers she turns over and her eyes go to slits as I smell a familiar smell of toasted cinnamon. I chuckle having triggered her rut. She looks at my cock with a frenzied and hungry look. She pounces on me kissing and marking me. Despite my current status, I accept her mark and in return mark her back. She smiles
“Now it's official you're my whore. “ I grit and Sohee pushes me to the bed where she starts riding me.
“This cock is mine.” she moans. My hands reach out for her ass. I grab and squeeze it. The pliant flesh pleases me. Sohee grabs her tits and moans on top of me.
“I needed you to stop hiding. You're an alpha dammit act like it.” Sohee said as she slammed into my dick. I released my first moan. She begins to bounce harder and faster as her body takes over. Mine does as well as I thrust into her. We continue this merciless pace chasing our highs rather than comforting the other until both our bodies explode. I groan as the must refuses to die down. Sohee looks at me wildly and she keeps riding after that I kind of blackout. I fully give in to the musth and let it run my body
when I come to I'm slowly waking up to my dick still in Sohee. She is asleep leaving me lost and wondering what happened. As I stir Sohee yelps
“Ah careful I'm still sensitive,” she says. I nod and pull out of her pussy a deluge of cum follows. Sohee looks at me with a satisfied smile.
“You feeling better,” she asks and I nod.
“But why am I so hungry I ask
“Well, we have been fucking nonstop for 72 hours.”
“72 hours you're telling me we fucked the whole weekend away?” I asked concerned Sohee nodded.
“Yeah, I can tell your mind kinda left after the third orgasm because that's when the beast came out. I didn't know how strong you were.” Sohee teases. I nod knowingly
“Yeah, being hopped up on 180 times the testosterone I'm normally supposed to have pushed a lot of things out of me. I'm sorry if I hurt you while I was “intoxicated” I apologize
“Oh no you didn't I'm an alpha too after all I can take rough. Besides I have only heard stories about being with an alpha who has a musth it was thrilling especially since you triggered my rut. So we killed two birds with one stone.” I nod and reply to Sohee’s statement
“Also sorry about switching your suppressants with the amps. I was worried that when you did stop taking them you'd be too far gone and hurt me. So I wanted to get at least one large musth dump before our vacation.” Sohee says apologetically
“No that's fair I haven't been listening to my body and next time I'll just take the time needed to give into my musth.”I shrug and affirm
“Ooh I like that maybe I should edge you to the next one,” Sohee said as she reached down and began stroking me.
“Oh, you'd like that little slut.”
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The skeleton of the elephant of Murten is on display at the natural history museum in Bern.
In june 1866 the indian elephant bull killed his keeper and escaped the circus in a rampage. We now know he was in musth. To prevent further disaster and protect the town and its people, an artillery canon was used to bring the animal down.
The dead elephant in the street (source).
The meat was sold to the people of Murten, and the skeleton ended up in Bern. There used to be a mount as well, but it sadly got disposed of in the 1930s. The cannon ball that was used is on display in the museum in Murten (source)
#vulture culture#skeleton articulation#tw dead animal#natural history museum Bern#museum#elephant.#my post
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× ◜﹊ MUSTHAEAN
a being that has rut cycles
musth - in reference to musth states | aean - one that does or deals with
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Indian elephant Elephas maximus maximus
Observed by billyschofield, CC BY-NC
There's a lot to like about this picture, and it's not just the fact an elephant is chewing on a traffic cone.
This elephant is oozing temporin from the temporal gland behind the eye, and the back legs are soaked with urine. These features taken together indicate this bull elephant is in musth, a periodic condition entered by mature males where their testoterone levels spike to some 60 or more times the average, and they become emotionally and sexually excitable, and may also become more irritable, aggressive, and unpredictable in their behavior. Male and female elephants naturally release temporin from their temporal glands during periods of heightened emotion, but bulls in musth dribble it continually from enlarged glands. The urine spray on the hindlimbs is a result of this bull urinating while his penis is retracted into its sheath instead of extended, another common musth behavior. I can only speculate as to why this elephant is biting a traffic cone, but the swelling of the temporal glands during this period has been known to cause discomfort and the pressure of biting down might alleviate some of the tension in his temples.
In addition to the very visible signs of musth, this image is also a brilliant illustration of the body form of a big, mature, well-fed bull Asian elephant Elephas maximus. Unlike the sway-backed African elephants Loxodonta spp., Asian elephants have arching backs. Note also how flat the belly of this male is. This individual has a beefy neck, and just how prominent and bulging the double-domed head (reportedly termed the "domes of wisdom" in some Indian folk sources) becomes in older bulls is readily apparent - note also the the concavity at the base of the dome above the eye. Another feature that always stands out to me about big bull Asian elephants, and is easily visible here, is the great mass of muscle along the front side of the forelimb, bulging out from just above to just below the elbow. There's also a bit of foliage stuck up under the upper lip, at the base of the tusk - presumably a leftover from browsing.
As someone who has looked at a lot of proboscideans, I'm excited by this photo - it is one of the coolest summaries of a lot of really interesting morphological and physiological features I've seen in a long time.
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sunny and leos admins musth ave had the time of their lives rping that beef
it was histerical to watch i imagine trying to one up each other would be so funny to play
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I like Gammoth, so musing on another pachyderm monstie was engaging.
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PARAPHAN
Title - Parashroom-bonded beast
Monster class - Fanged beast
Known locales - Forests, grassland and marshland
Element/Ailment - Paralysis
Elemental weakness - Fire (3), Dragon (2), Ice (1), Thunder (1), Water (0)
Ailment weakness - Blast (3), Poison (2), Sleep (1), Stun (1) Paralysis (0)
Paraphan is a fanged beast found roaming through forest and grassland alike, occasionally venturing towards marshlands and estuaries. It is unique as another elephantine monster akin to Gammoth, albeit smaller and less powerful. It distinguishes itself through the four stout tusks used for digging and the myriad of mushrooms grown onto specialised tissues on its back and forelimbs. These mushrooms are a specialised form of parashroom perfectly adapted to mutualism with Paraphan.
Paraphan is a fungivore specialised to digging up the mycelium of large fungal systems found around forest and grassy habitats. Its trunk can also hoover up the spores given off by many fungi to supplement its diet. Occasionally it will sample plants, tubers and fruit, but mushrooms form the core of its diet. Paraphans can be unpredictable in their behaviour; some individuals seem receptive to human presence and curiously examine them, whilst others show aggression at the slightest hint of approach. Field workers must be extremely careful to take note of which Paraphan they are studying, lest it turn out to be a brutish personality.
Males and females of the species live separately; the smaller females gather in herds of up to twenty individuals led by a matriarch, whilst the larger males live as roaming bachelors. While females are rarely troublesome, concerned only with keeping their young safe, the males can prove aggressive, especially when in musth, and so must be closely monitored. Paraphans are not normally destructive, but an irate male or uncontested herds of females can destroy flora, necessitating hunting or repelling.
The key to Paraphan's success is the unique strain of parashrooms that have bonded to the fanged beast. Sustained on fat reservoirs stored in specialised tissues, these parashrooms benefit from the fanged beast by way of nutrition and spreading their spores wherever the monsters travel. In return, the Paraphan occasionally feeds on the spores and caps, as well as exploiting the paralytic potential of the mushroom to repel predators. The brush-like comb at the end of their tail is often coated in these spores, ensuring a quick lash whenever Paraphan has need of it.
Beyond its capacity to inflict paralysis through launching its symbiont's spores, Paraphans are also incredibly large and powerful monsters. They can easily crush most other monsters underfoot or swings of their muscular trunks and huge tusks. They are also surprisingly intelligent in making use of their environment; Paraphan's have been known to inhale water through their trunks and spew it out at other monsters, or even picking up rocks and tree trunks to use as bludgeons.
Paraphan is not considered to be an exceptional monster (Low Rank - 3, High/Master Rank - 2) though it is not to be underestimated. Combining its strength with paralyzing spores and surprising cunning allows Paraphan to catch even veteran hunters off-guard. Make use of pitfall traps to exploit the fanged beast's bulk, and fire-based weapons are good for destroying the spores and fungi that it relies on.
While not invulnerable to predation, Paraphan's impressive size and defensive integrity usually makes it too troublesome for most predators to bother with. The exceptional is the brute wyvern Alkanodos, whose cunning and venom outplays the slower fanged beast. Fortunately, Paraphan is known to form mutualistic alliances with the temnoceran Jansilla. The fast and keen-eyed Jansilla sights danger promptly, and complements the might of Paraphan to repel opponents neither could handle individually.
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Thank you for reading and take care.
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What's up with Calimari Inkantation, anyway? The way that cover of "Chorus of Calamari County" sparked a mass Octarian defection can be downplayed by other factors, but its power directly facilitated L'il Buddy absorbing "marine life energy" and turning into Hugefry. Considering the song is etched into marine DNA, this strays into "magic crystal" territory. But it could additionally be a few stages up from ablaut reduplication or how we see 3 as a "magic number." Patterns inherent to the psyche.
What I think happens with Calamari Inkantation is that hearing the melody triggers a biochemical response in Inklings and Octolings. It basically induces the body to amp up release of neurotransmitters that enhance certain brain functions, which makes them hyped up. In humans, the ideal chemical for this would be norepinephrine - but cephalopods don't produce that chemical. Instead, they like most invertebrates have a closely related chemical called - I'm not making this up - octopamine, which does roughly the same thing. The mass Octarian defection could in part be chalked up to octopamine. Norepinephrine increases vigilance, attention, and memory formation/retrieval, so octopamine might have a similar function in cephalings. So it may have helped Octolings to see past the propaganda and wonder what life might be life outside.
Calamari Inkantation being "etched into their DNA" sounds like a poetic way of saying that the gene that causes this is present in Inklings and Octolings. And since the hype effects have so far only been solidly documented in them, I like thinking of it as a gene that first appeared in a shared ancestor. The Shellendorf Institute has an exhibit on it:
And this makes me wonder: how far does it go? How much of the melody must be heard to induce this response? Does it have to be exact? Can it be in a different key? Could the bridge of this song cause the same reaction?
Now I think something different happened when the Smallfry heard it. Can't be the exact same thing since vertebrates use norepinephrine instead of octopamine. I'll note that the little guy will hum the melody to himself sometimes without becoming huge - so the melody by itself may not be enough to cause Hugefry. Perhaps something else happening as well to cause that.
I'll admit - there is no natural explanation for how the little buddy can grow to kaiju size and back. It doesn't square up with biology or basic physics. If I may editorialize: I thought that the scraps of explanation with "marine life energy" and "three lights united to consume the disaster" was... not nearly as built-up or fleshed out as it could have been. Came out of nowhere with no real reasoning. I'll probably rewrite that bit at some point because I'm not satisfied with how that played out. Nevertheless, I will let it slide, only because we get a kaiju fight out of it, and that was awesome.
Size aside, the other physical changes in the Smallfry can be explained. As is widely known, male salmon during the breeding season will dramatically change appearance. This is ultimately caused by the body being flooded with testosterone. A similar flood of testosterone causes musth in male elephants, and during this time they become extremely violent. Out of every Salmonid we've seen thus far, Hugefry most closely resembles a raging breeding season male salmon. Check out that kype.
Conclusion: the Little Buddy grew to kaiju size and became flooded with testosterone. This sends him into Salmon Musth, which makes him drastically change appearance and fills him with rage and violence, directed right at Mr. Grizz. How much of that was a biochemical reaction to Calamari Inkantation 3Mix and how much of it might have been something else is unknown.
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An open and needlessly explicit letter to the anonymous message in my inbox, RE: my carnal desire towards one (1) Lieutenant Double-Yfreitor Harrier Du Bois
Just. Just listen ok. Would Harry even get around to having sex with me? Probably not. Provably, he'd cry or call me a slur or both. Then he'd flee by running straight through my wall, leaving a Harry-shaped hole in the bricks looney-tunes style.
Even if he managed to pass that skill check, would he be stinky? Would he be his cringe, diseased and obnoxious self? Absolutely, and so would I.
You don't understand. I am consumed with lust and degeneracy, and it has been pent up in my virginial form for a decade. I've put myself at risk of worse diseases at the mere CHANCE of getting some action, and I'd fucking do it again for some Harry Du Bussy. There is A Chance. A Chance of something twisted within me getting sated. And imo it is worth the risk.
"you'd fuck a fence if it was white" oh oh I'm sorry! is the fence psychic? Does the fence have like ten guys in his head who might be able to find my g-spot with the precision of a team of NASA engineers? Would the fence maybe let me peg him, tug him around by his facial hair, let me put a nose hook on him, and call him a 'good pig'? Then fucking call me cooper the way I'm about to build the whole bloody enclosure.
And you know what? You underestimate me. You think a 28 year old wasian woman can't match the rank energy of Harry Du Bois? Buddy I have Issues that you wouldn't believe. I've had identity crises that you could not comprehend. My little hirstuite body has created Odours that would horrify even the most seasoned medieval plague doctor. And I dont even have the Body Odour Gene! I had to DIY this shit, dickhead! Signature blend! Im defying racism so hard thay not even BIOLOGY ITSELF has command over me!
fuck the double standard. so like I'm allowed to drool about big fat hairy milfs and their glorious old pussies, but suddenly when I desire some morally dubious whiteman hole I'M too much of a pervert??? Well I don't fucking care. I was always an equal opportunity pervert, and I always will be. I have rights. I have a right to express how much I want to go at Harry Du Bois like a bull elephant in musth. This is my fucken blog and I control what I write here.
If Kim doesn't fuck that sad little man, then I will.
#almost glad that i cant buy my meds so i can produce ted talks like this#warning nsfwish text#this is a rent lowering gunshot for my blog.#but i have to. i have to explain myself. i am mentally ill and full of lust.#personal tag#shitposting tag#uuh tmi warning
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Hey GT! I’m sure you already know I think you’re a complete treasure from the unhinged amount I wild out in your comments, but figured I’d reiterate. I saw you mention that a post of your re: outlining had been lost to the sands of time—I’m not sure if it was this one, you’ve answered a bunch of outline questions in the past, but this is one I saved because it really resonated:
https://www.tumblr.com/greenerteacups/717250131214368768/how-do-u-manage-the-big-big-project-of-writing
Also, I remember seeing a while back that you keep a running list of great words to use in the future (ouroboros is also a fave) and had to let you know that in a personal list of ‘evocative words’ I keep, Lionheart has got to be responsible for like 80% of the current entries (Pelagic depths, noblesse oblige, vox populi, carnally, plebian, filial piety, and birthright come to mind)
Finally, an actual question: do you have any reading (fic or otherwise) that you know 100% you will love but have not read because you’re keeping under glass for a break-in-case-of-emergency type situation? If so, what?
THAT'S IT! THAT'S THE POST! THANK YOU
I love that list of words with my whole heart. It's great. "pelagic" and "plebeian" are my favorites. Most recent addition was "truculent," and I'm still trying to work in a place for "musth."
Break glass in case of emergency reading: Hmm. A number of fandom classics, actually, mostly because they are, in fact, fandom classics. I've held off on reading Green Light and Measure of a Man because of the acclaim and a reasonable confidence that I'll like them quite a bit. This Oxford AU/postwar story is currently one I'm eyeing to read next, because it's so right up my alley, but I'm not reading longfic so aggressively because I'm also giving myself time to focus on writing at the moment. I'm also behind on the last few chapters of Let The Dark In. In general, though, I'm greedy and also bad at choosing not to read things when I'm interested in them. As for real books: Ada or Ardor, by Vladimir Nabokov; Gabriel Garcia Marquez's new novel; Romain Gray, The Kites; and Maurice.
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