#shark sucker

[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

[mydearlydetested]

Artist: Rinotuna

#art #rinotuna #animals #walrus #goldfish #otter #nautilus #jellyfish #lobster #orca #fish #whale shark #shark sucker #flying fish

[quo-usque-tandem]

Shark Sucker by Alexander Calder

#art #sculpture #Shark Sucker #Alexander Calder #The Museum of Modern Art

[tazernatic]

i don't think i'll be able to stop thinking about their outfits in this pic yknow

like just rei (white) + kazuki (red) = miri (pink)

#maybe i wont stop talking about them after all #im just such a sucker for matching outfits #and i love this family #buddy daddies #suwa rei #miri unasaka #kazuki kurusu #kazurei #the shark and the cat (kazurei)

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Daily fish fact #553

Chinese high-fin banded shark!

Can also be called bat loach, Chinese sailfin sucker or just Chinese sucker. They're occasionally kept in aquariums, but as they grow to be over half a meter long, they aren't fit for just about any aquarium. It's the only sucker species found in China!

#fish #fish facts #fishfact #fishblr #biology #zoology #chinese highfin banded shark #chinese high-fin banded shark #bat loach #chinese sailfin sucker #chinese sucker

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Blacktip reef sharks gathering in a channel through a coral reef, French Polynesia

Sharks

Photographer: Douglas David Seifert

Whale sharks provide a free ride for hitchhiking shark suckers in Raja Ampat, Indonesia

#douglas david seifert #photographer #blacktip reef sharks #sharks #coral reef #french polynesia #marine photography #nature #whale sharks #raja ampat #indonesia #shark suckers

[dontruinmymorning]

Headcanon: The first time Okoye saw Attuma’s dimples…

She almost lost her train of thought. They had been talking for hours about nothing and everything. They had long since finished sparring and the sun was on its last rays. She was regaling him with stories of her childhood antics and that’s when it happened.

His smile had been slowly growing the more she spoke of what her younger self used to get up to. Finally, it broke to a full on grin and that’s when she saw them. Two indentations on each of his cheeks. Her Dora training is the only reason she did not gasp out loud.

It was a simple thing. Just a feature on his face. But for some reason it had her enthralled. How could someone so large and formidable have something so unassuming as dimples? Okoye could already tell Attuma had a soft side, but this added element makes him even softer. His eyes are sparkling and she can make out his teeth through the rebreather. With, the dimples to complete the picture he, dare she say, looks downright adorable.

She fought against running her hand across his face, but he still gave her a curious look when he noticed the expression on her face.

“I had no idea you had dimples.”

His eyes widened and two spots of lavender showed up on his cheeks. And he blushes?! Is he trying to kill me with cuteness?! The look in her eyes grew even warmer when she saw him get bashful.

This time she did not fight against touching his face. He looked up at her then and knew that something in their dynamic had shifted. He hopes this finally means he will finally get to know this extraordinary woman in entirety.

#we always see attuma down bad but let’s get more of okoye being a simp #okoye would definitely be stubborn until she realised how cute attuma was and then he’d her lil shark #kind of a sucker for soft okoye sorry not sorry #attoye #attoye hc #attoye headcanon #attoye prompt #okoye #attuma #okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #enemies to lovers #otp: the huntress and the shark #wakanda forever #black panther #black panther 2 #black panther wakanda forever #talokan #wakanda #general okoye #mcu okoye #mcu attuma #mcu fic #attoye prompts

[fluffyselfships]

kitty was discussing a little sea critter au between our ships last night bc sea life is one of their special interests so surprisee its a super special comfort au tehee<3

s/i stuff hehe

#im such a sucker for these aus #this little au belongs to kitty hehe #their little umbrella octopus design <333 #also i drew out shark bob before i realized the sunny season au was a thing #💀 #so this is just my own take #not connected lmaoo #self ship #selfship #🩷🐞 lovebugs 🐛🧡 #❤️hungry for your love🍬 #🔪my devil guy 🥩 #mod bun

[dyke-a-saur-writes]

Junker Queen x AFAB Reader: Period Imagines

(Y’all my period is killing me rn, so here’s some JQ headcanons because I desperately want an older 7ft giantess to coddle me rn and tell me I’m gonna be okay)

You feel the usual symptoms as you’re closing your bar in Junkertown for the night. You pop an advil, grab a pad (tampon, or cup) and call it a night after a warm shower.

You wake up in the middle of the night and sure enough it’s gotten worse. You grab your heating and vibration pouch but it’s no use and takes forever to actually kick in. You’re debating calling her but decide against it, she’s probably busy with queen stuff.

After holding out for a good hour (you gotta give yourself credit for that one) you finally snatch up your phone and shoot her a text. It takes about fifteen minutes for Dez to show up at your door, bearing chocolate (a rarity out here), the strongest painkillers she’s got, and a back massager.

First thing, she immediately scoops you up in her arms, rubbing your lower back as your cramps decide to worsen.

“Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, luv?”

She then gently sets you down, and hands you a chocolate bar before changing into comfy sleepwear and scooching behind you.

The bed creaks from Odessa’s weight, but it’s the last thing on your mind as she wraps you in her beautifully buff grip, readjusts the heating pad, then hands you a glass of water and one pill

It works wonders, and is way more effective than the three Advil you’ve knocked back already. While you wait for the effects to completely settle in, she turns on the latest news from the women’s rugby matches.

You both sit like that for a while, her occasionally commenting on the games while gently stroking your head or readjusting whenever you find a position that hurts less. After the match ends, Dez lays you out in the bed (you bite the inside of your cheek to keep the dirty thoughts at bay) and rucks up your nightshirt a little before massaging your hips and lower back. Her hands work wonders and you let out a highly suspect sigh that she chuckles at before introducing the massager.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later, (Y/N).”

Before long, you’ve dozed off completely and can’t even keep your eyes open. You fall asleep as she turns off the massager, maneuvers you into a fetal position and spoons you, her warmth a comfort in your slumber.

She repeats for a few nights until the cramps have mainly subsided and all that remains is blood flow. On the last night, the pain’s almost completely gone and you two celebrate with some booze, chocolate, and a makeout sesh that leaves you wishing “miss flo” would just leave already.

She stays the night again, and as you close your eyes, snuggling into her warmth, you can’t help but wonder just how you ended up so lucky.

Fin

#yes I wrote this as wish fulfillment #im a sucker for buff older lesbians okay? #need her to wrap me in her arms and feed me my cravings as we watch Heartstopper together #actually sobbing screaming throwing up #bandaid-writes #junker queen #writeblr #queen of junkertown #afab reader #junker queen headcanons #odessa stone #odessa dez stone #overwatch 2 #overwatch #blizzard #shark week

[shark-time]

Thresher shark!!!!

So today's post is about these beautiful things which fun fact are actually vulnerable to going extinct as of 2007 so try to protect them, like most sharks they don't even like humans but anyway as you can see, BIG tail fin that adds to their maximum length being around 20 feet/6 meters. The way that they hunt is by herding fish like sheep and using the tail as a whip to stun the fish so they don't swim away!

They can also be seen from boats if you're in the rights spot because they can jump up to 10 feet/3 meters in the air. (In this picture there's also what I think is a remora/sucker fish but it's not a great view so I'm not sure)

#sharks #shark facts #wobbegong #i love sharks #sharks are cool #wobbegongs are cool #thresher shark #sucker fish #remora

[jillyb2004]

Happy 52nd Birthday to Craig Robinson!

Based on this image from Dorbees

#fanart #craig robinson #happy 52nd birthday #escape from planet earth #doc #shrek 4 cookie #my chimichanga stand #t posting #t pose meme #dorbees #mr poe and yogul #mr shark #the bad guys #mr grits #sausage party #levar brown #the cleveland show #buy crypto suckers #bill cipher #gravity falls #tumblr sexyman #simpsons cameo

[boyybites]

Every 2 mermays I manage to focus long enough to acknowledge it exists.

Anyways have a fishermen and his ancient one of a mer bf<3

Art/Characters©Boyybites

#art tag #exophilia #mermay #mermay 2022 #artists on tumblr #monster #digital art #oc art #monster boy #mermaid #mermay art #merman #hes got like...leopard seal and goblin shark vibes #imsa sucker for goblin sharks love those little freaks<3

[wreywrites]

Tiger Shark

Part 4: The Anchor

Chapter 21

I don’t knock. It is too quiet in my room, and he’s been living here for a month. I just let myself in and crawl into bed next to him.

“Hi,” he mumbles.

I pull the blanket up to my ears. “Will you tell me something?”

“Can’t sleep?”

“Too quiet. I can hear them.”

There is a long sigh. Finnick rolls over and we are nose to nose. “You promise?”

“It’s the usual for a reason, Odair.”

“Listen, honey, we have very specific rules on nicknames, and if you’re going to backpedal on your end…”

“Sorry. I’m just frustrated and tired and I can’t sleep.”

“And you want me to solve your problems.”

“You’re already awake.”

He sighs again. “Fine. Close your eyes and imagine it: a ten-year-old me, about to be stung by his first jellyfish.”

I can’t help it. I open my eyes and raise an eyebrow. “You were ten before you got stung?”

“Yes, and I could have been older, but I was distracted, now let me finish.”

I close my eyes again.

“It was the first really hot day that summer, and my mom took me swimming. We went out past the reef up by the Traps and swam out to the drop off. Mom loved going over the drop off. I did not. But the reef was so jaw-dropping up there, with all the fish, and no fishing boats to scare anything off or to have to watch out for. So Mom was swimming a few yards past the drop off, and I was on the shallow side…”

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I wake up the next morning earlier than I would like to. This means I am once again alone with my thoughts, which is what I was trying to avoid last night. Oh well. A deal’s a deal. We’ve been doing this for almost a month. At night, when everything is quiet, I can’t sleep. It’s when my fades get really bad, because there is nothing to block out the sounds in my head. So for a while I asked Finnick to sit in my room and talk until I fell asleep. Once I was asleep, he would walk across the hall and sleep in one of the empty rooms. And then one night we both remembered how well we slept that night the week before my shortened Victory Tour, so we tried it out, and now we’re hooked.

I still try to sleep alone. And sometimes I can, but most nights it doesn’t happen. Thankfully I’m not plagued by nightmares—once I fall asleep, I usually sleep through the night. Finnick, not so much. He has terrible nightmares, and he never wakes up without thinking he’s back in the arena. So the deal is that he talks until I fall asleep, and then I stay in bed until he wakes up. Thankfully, he’s not one to sleep in to excess, because the silent mornings sometimes prove troublesome as well.

So I watch him sleep. It’s a little creepy, but he looks so different asleep that I can’t help staring. He looks younger. Or maybe he just looks his age and I’m used to seeing him have to act like someone much older, bearing more responsibility than any twenty-year-old should have to bear. In sleep, he doesn’t hold life and death for some luckless teenagers in his hands. In sleep, he has no Capitol to despise, to obey, to fear. In sleep, he is not a victor, not a Capitol toy, not a celebrity, he is just Finnick Odair, the boy who wasn’t stung by a jellyfish until he was ten, the child who was convinced that his mother forgot how to tie shoes, the man who seductively ate strawberries just to make me uncomfortable. And in this moment, I can almost forget the horrific things I’ve seen and done, the blood on my hands, the loss I’ve endured. In this moment, I am content.

He snuck up on me all right.

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I’ve learned what to look for when Finnick is about to wake up. He doesn’t look relaxed anymore. His eyelids twitch, and he squirms and moves a lot. It is midmorning when he starts turning his head from side to side and mumbling.

I take a deep breath. One day last week he punched me when he woke up, so it takes a bit of mental preparation now. With one hand, I take the closer of his hands. I put the other on his cheek. It occurs to me that puts me in prime biting position. I hope he doesn’t bite me. I hope very much he doesn’t bite me.

“Hey,” I say quietly. “Finnick, you can wake up now. You’re home.”

His eyes snap open and his free hand grabs my wrist. I wince as his fingers clamp down. If he ever went off the rails in a fit of nightmare-induced irrationality and tried to kill me, he could do it.

“Hey,” I say again. “Good morning.”

He blinks, then closes his eyes and lets out a slow breath, letting go of my wrist.

I run my thumb over his cheek. “Bad dream?” I don’t know why I ask. The answer is always yes, and he never wants to talk about them. But what else am I supposed to say in this situation?

He nods.

I start to pull my hand away, but he grabs it, holding it against his cheek. After a second, he opens his eyes to look at me. “Stay?”

I smile, nod. “As long as you want.”

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I actually fall back asleep, apparently, because the next thing I know I am waking up again. This time Finnick is already awake. Or maybe still awake. And this time he is watching me sleep.

I grin and wrinkle my nose at him.

He smiles back. “I wish it was raining.”

“What?” I laugh. “Why?”

“Because it’s going to feel weird just laying in bed all day if it’s nice outside.”

“You want to lay in bed all day?”

“I do!” He brushes a stray hair behind my ear. “I want to lay in bed all day and do nothing but look at you and remember exactly what you look like right now and exactly how I feel and…” He trails off, shaking his head. “Damn it, you keep sneaking up on me.” And then he kisses me.

It’s surprising, but somehow also not at all. I should have, could have, seen this coming a mile away and months ago. Actually at several points in time I did see this coming, but I did nothing about it. I didn’t alter course, I didn’t steer around the reef. Snuck up, my foot.

And yet… I would’ve steered far away if I saw this coming. In fact, at the first sign of danger, I had panicked. Only to learn later and the hard way that it was already too late. For better or worse, I need this man in my life, and it took me a long time to realize that. But now that I know, I’m not letting go of this any time soon.

I’m the one that breaks off. I don’t want to, but I do. Because there, still in the back of my mind, always there, is Mako. And this seems wrong. And I am hungry, which is a convenient excuse. But I’m hoping Finnick doesn’t follow me to the kitchen, because I need to sort through the shoal of thoughts crashing against each other in my mind.

Sadly, frying some whale bacon doesn’t help. I’m still confused, and the smell brings Finnick to the kitchen.

He starts to apologize.

“Don’t.” I cut him off. “It’s… I need to figure myself out.”

He nods. “I’m still here either way. I’ve decided I like sleeping through the night.”

I smile. “I know what you mean.”

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So he starts sleeping in his house again. It goes poorly for both of us, because I spend my nights lost in a haze, drifting between reality and the arena, and I’m confident his nightmares follow him. But we do spend our days together. Reading, drawing, tying complicated trick knots, learning how to bake (Finnick is surprisingly good at this, I am not good at all), napping on the couch. And the whole time, in the back of my mind, I wrestle with memories of Mako.

Winter stretches on, and then spring comes. I am looking forward to lobster diving, even to just being able to swim without threat of hypothermia. And on the first warm day we get, Finnick and I go up to the Traps.

We spend the morning lounging on the beach, waiting for the heat of the afternoon to swim. I doze off for a while, but soon it is warm enough for swimming, so we swim out to the drop off.

I’m floating on my back when Finnick calls from a few yards away, “Right here. This is the very place I was stung by my first jellyfish.”

I return to an upright position and swim over to him. “How do you know this is exactly that spot? There’s no way.”

“There’s a rusty anchor just to the left here, and I- you fell asleep before I got to the part where the jellyfish stung me, didn’t you?”

“I might have. Your stories tend to get long-winded.”

“Well you tend to take a long time to settle in and fall asleep.”

I shrug. “So this is the place?” I clear my throat and put on my best Caesar Flickerman impression. “History was made here. In this humble yet beautiful part of District Four, a boy became a man.”

Finnick rolls his eyes. “I don’t know why I share intimate details of my life with you.”

I laugh. “That’s not intimate. And please don’t take this as an invitation to share the actual intimate details of your life—I don’t want to know. But enough of this reminiscing, let’s go over!”

And then he does one of the few things he has ever done that truly surprises me. His eyes widen and he shakes his head rapidly. “No, no, I’m fine staying here.”

“What?” I feel a smile creeping across my face. “Are you scared?”

“No!”

“Then just come with me!” I grab his arm and pull him toward the drop off.

He pulls back. “I don’t have to prove myself to you!”

“No, you don’t. And you won’t be proving anything, you’ll just be swimming.”

But he doesn’t budge, and we’re equally matched when it comes to swimming, so I have to leave him. I drift over the edge. It is scary, being in twelve or fifteen feet of brightly-lit water one minute, and the next having blue-gray eternity stretching down below you, but I love it. The rush of the unknown, the feeling of being so small and insignificant, the knowledge that my very presence is a challenge to the sea. I love it. And as I grin back at Finnick, I can see he does not.

“Will you just come back?”

I laugh at him, shake my head, roll onto my back and float over the abyss. And I don’t know why I feel so recklessly safe here, but I do.

But Finnick looks lonely, like a lost puppy, so I drift back to the shallow side of the drop off.

After a while we go back to the beach. I draw in the sand while Finnick looks for oysters. They’re hard to find here because the whole point of the Traps is that it’s where the Capitol socialites stay when they visit Four on vacation, so the beach is perpetually picked over. It takes him a few hours to give up, and by then I’ve drawn and erased a shark several times, trying to get the teeth right. Not that sand is the best medium for detail.

The afternoon turns to evening, and we head for home. I lay awake late into the night.

Things seem to make sense now. All the nights we’ve spent sitting up, talking, all the days relaxing on the beach and lobster-diving, all the jokes, the laughing until we cried, the quiet moments when we got lost in our own terrible memories, the afternoons he’d fallen asleep on my shoulder while I read, the nights I curled up next to him and listened to endless stories until I finally fell asleep. I think I might have been in denial for a long time, but now, lost in thought as I frequently am, I wonder about what Mako would think of everything that’s happened since I won. He wouldn’t be proud, that’s for sure. He would have wanted me to live my life to the fullest, and that eventually leads me to the realization that he would expect, maybe even want, me to move on. He would certainly want me to be happy again eventually, and dwelling on all the horrible things I’ve seen and been through and all the things that can’t be isn’t making me happy.

So I decide to live as best I can.

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@avoxrising @snow-dragon-rider @anakins-ride-or-die

#wrey writes #the hunger games #thg: tiger shark #annie cresta #finnick odair #dissociation #ptsd #thalassophobia #i mean it's vague but it's there #hi my name is wrey and i'm a sucker for 'stay?'

[wornkindness]

@kenobiian out here constantly like actually no, we're not allowed to have anything nice.

#i mean things are never boring #because i am in fact a sucker for pain #but also pls just one nice thing #just one #amelia is in fact a saint for what this man puts her through sdkjghsd #&. i just really like sharks okay : ooc

[tea-of-destiny]

sometimes i feel bad when my bigger mental AU concepts start going off the rails some

but then i have to ask myself, "if i explained this to someone who doesn't know this series, would they think it's any crazier than what we actually got in canon?"

if the answer's no, i just keep going with the idea

#teaposts #not tagging #and i mean. sometimes an au has just changed something so radically that it causes a domino effect of wildly different outcomes #and it can't be helped #was thinking about professor!claire + apprentice!clive au again yknow #i had already decided when the idea first came up that claire should be clive's legal guardian after the Incident #then i was like what would luke's role be? #and i'm a huge sucker for triton brothers ofc so maybe clive gets the long lost sibling plot here #and then well. if this is a role swap then hershel layton is dead. so what's descole's connection to this situation? #we get enough family drama in this series so we could also make this an azran!descole au. for funsies #so on and so forth #and it gets to a point like. are there too many things going on in this au? have i gotten too crazy with it? #but like. canon!claire's a time travel ghost and canon!clive's a supervillain and this au makes them the protagonists #so we jumped the shark before this idea was even formed don't worry about it

[qierxing]

oh god the porn bots found me

#AAAAA SHOO SHOO YOU PARASITES #floating thoughts #feeling like a shark with a bunch of shark suckers attached rn