#to cement in their sperm

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HOW ARE YOU @i-drop-level-one-loot hope you're doing well and prioritizing yourself!! Drink water and eat some snacks okay! And good luck with the horror fiction book you are planning I'LL PAY GOOD MONEY FOR THAT DDJDDHDE 🥺💞💞💞

Monster boys/men women anything I'm getting lowkey feral but Into it now HAHAHAA. LIKE LOOK ALL THE POSSIBILITIES! I just imagine an arachnid spider monster (ironically I am scared of them hahahha).

Like despite being scared of actual spiders darling couldn't kill them and just cups them with a glass and gentkyand far away placed them outside. Cue spider coming back but around the gardens or yard chilling andd killing pests, like little guy does this thing out of gratitude for not killing him. AND THEN some phenomenon happened the spider turned human/a bit human like and cue him now trying to woe them and such and trying to maate them Hahaa

KEEP UP WITH THE AMAZING AND WONDERFUL SPECTACULAR WORK

Thank you so much! I've been debating on whether I should post my book on AO3 and open a Patreon, or try to get it actually published ❤️ I still have plenty of time to figure that out, but I'm just excited lol I'm still near the beginning of my novel, but it's just so exciting

And spiders are so cute! Like, that's such a cute idea, that sounds like a fairytale ❤️

Also, unless it's like a DnD Arachne, half man half spider, and is more like a human, he'd probably be a short king, as male spiders can be 3-10x smaller than their mates ❤️

#spiders are friends #i love them #this is such a cute idea #but also ripe with crack possibilities #a sweet moment #cuddling #when he turns and says with a straight face #I'll willingly let you eat me #and it's supposed to be romantic #because spiders #but the poor darling #who was willingly cuddling them #like #yandere monster #yandere concept #did you know some spiders use their webs #to cement in their sperm #to prevent any other males from trying to mate with their female #swap out web with plug #and that's definitely a category

[barleyo]

Daddy's Girl.

Step Dad! Leon Kennedy X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: Don't like? Don't read! Either way, READ THE TAGS. I'm starting to get pretty weird on this blog, so expect more stuff like this! A girl has to feed her fetishes, so feel free to tag along with me and enjoy what my sick little mind thinks up. Thanks for reading!

Tags: stepcest, step-dad/step-daughter relationship, cream pie, daddy issues, use of "baby girl" and "daddy's girl," daddy kink, oral sex (f receiving), swearing, infidelity, p in v, cream pie, unprotected sex, LARGE AGE GAP (legal), 2nd person POV

Word count: 2.1k

As far as your mother was concerned, your father was worth less than the sum of his parts. He was fleeting idea, a mere concept in both of your lives ever since you could remember. Sure, you remembered a few odd Christmases with a surplus of gifts, all tagged "from Daddy," and a few daddy-daughter dates here and there, but that wasn't enough to make up for his true absence. 

It wasn't a surprise when your mom eventually left him, scooping you up with her. Just you and her, and the rare postcard that your sperm-donor decided to ship off once a year or so. It was good enough then when it was just you two finding your way in the world, but it went downhill when your mom found a new boy toy. 

Leon.

He wasn't a bad guy, by any means. Wasn't pushy, didn't make you call him "dad" or try to impose his will onto you, but his presence made the absence of your real father that much more obvious. You tried to ignore him for the most part, letting your mom have her little relationship with him to tide her over. 

But then they got married. Leon became a more permanent fixture. That was no bueno. 

You toughened it out, being cordial with him until you finally hit that mark of independence: sweet, sweet 18! The big one-eight, your ticket to freedom! 

Everything was planned out for your big day. Mom and Leon made a cake, presents were given, and all birthday wishes granted, except for one. What you really wanted, was for your dad to show up for just this one day, just this once, to have him and not just his money. 

You could never get that lucky, though, and that thought was cemented in your head when you found yourself waiting for him outside of your house. The driveway was empty, not even your mom's car was out there, she still had to head off to work. The world couldn't pause for a birthday girl, it seemed.

Stepping back inside to the house, you slammed the door behind you, practically throwing yourself onto the leather couch in the living room. The tears started faster than you could contain them, and quite honestly, you didn't want to contain them. It was your party, damn it, and you would cry if you wanted to!

"You okay, kid? I heard the door-"

Fuck. Him.

Leon's heavy footsteps made their way down the stairs, leading to his place in front of you. "(Y/N), are you crying?"

You sucked back a breath of air, steadying yourself as much as you could before speaking. 

"No, 'm not, just-- go, just leave me alone." You let your face drop into your hands, staining your sleeves with tears.

Leon, being just the right amount of pushy, took a steps next to you a placed his hand on your shoulder. "Can we talk about it? I mean, I probably know what it is, but we could- you could say whatever you need to say." His face cringed a bit at his own words, feeling like he was already fucking this up. "No judgement."

You kept your face covered but obliged, knowing that talking about it, even with Leon, would make you feel a little better.

"My dad isn't here. He's been promising for weeks that he'd show, but he isn't here."

"Oh."

Your step-dad bit his lip trying to figure out how to make you feel better. He knew you weren't exactly fond of him, but he felt a twinge of responsibility.

"Fuck 'em," Leon finally decided on. "He's a liar and you don't need him. So, fuck 'em. Why would you want a deadbeat to bring you down on your special day?" 

"Because, he's my dad," you said, like it was the most obvious thing. He was right, of course, but the absence still hurt you.

"No dad would stand up a sweet girl like you on her birthday. You only turn 18 once. A real dad wouldn't miss a birthday this monumental for anything. What's he worth, if he can't keep to his word?"

"I guess nothing." You sat up straighter, trying to make yourself calm down. "D'ya think it's, like, my fault? Why doesn't he want to see me?"

He suddenly got really serious, making his grip on your shoulder firm.

"Not at all. You are a wonderful girl. Your mom thinks so, and so do I. You are brilliantly smart, kind, responsible, sweet, gorgeous-- you're perfect and if that scumbag can't see that, then he's beyond saving." 

He loosened his grip, letting his hand fall down to your lap, a bit close to the crotch of your jeans. You didn't look down, trying to convince yourself it was an accident, but he didn't move his hand either.

His other hand came up to your face, holding your cheek and to your own surprise, you leaned into his hand. His big, calloused, confronting hand.

Fuck him.

Something snapped in you when he leaned in for a kiss. God, it was wrong, so wrong, but you were so conflicted. Is this what a father's love really felt like? Hell if you knew, this was close enough in your book.

"Hmph-! Leon..." You pulled away from the kiss, wiping at your mouth roughly to get rid of the salvia strings connecting the both of you. "This is wrong, this isn't okay, my mom-"

"Is not here." 

He placed another kiss on your lips, this one chaste and sweet, so unlike the passionate one you shared before. 

"Just you and me. I know your dad isn't here, but I am. Let me make up for him, baby." His whispers pricked goosebumps over your body, lighting a fire deep in you. "Let daddy love you. Can I show you?"

His big hand looked nearly comical resting against the small button of your jeans, pawing desperately at them. So, so, so wrong. So fucked up, so not okay, so....

"Yes," you said breathily. "Okay, I-I want you to show me. Just be careful please, 'cause.." you trailed off a bit, feeling the pop of your pants opening. 

Leon yanked them down, tossing them away quickly. "Fuck, that's good," he said, pressing his tongue flatly on your mound through your panties. 

The fabric slowly grew a wet patch that clung to you, getting sticky. He placed a soft kiss on your clothed clit, then rested his head on your soft thigh.

"Anybody ever touch you here?" he asked, running a finger over your pussy. 

You softly shook your head, mumbling out a 'no.'

"Mm, more for daddy, yeah? Gonna make you feel so good," he said, slipping your panties to the slide. His mouth made quick work, tongue already gliding up and down on your clit. 

Your face was already twisting up in pleasure, eyebrows knitting together tightly.

"That's cute," he blew cool air over your cunt, keeping his eyes on your face. "You like it? My mouth all over you like this?"

"Mhm, please- don't stop. I wanna feel it again." 

You reached your hand out to hold his head, wanting to push it down before bringing your hand back nervously.

"That's right, push my head down if you want. 'M here to make you feel good, so you use me. Just a wet mouth for you today, sweet girl."

You nodded eagerly, running your hands through his blond hair and taking taking firm purchase of a section of it. Your hands greedily pushed his face into your cunt. The feeling of his nose rubbing against your clit while his tongue dug into your tight hole made you feel fuzzy inside.

Leon was so vulgar with his noises; he almost enjoyed it more than you were. Slurp after slurp came from his mouth, accompanied by a moan or two while he tried to get himself off by palming himself through his pants. 

The sight of him was just as good as the feeling of him. You had never been taken care of so thoroughly. Leon was opening a whole new world to you, a world where you could be selfish and take, because your daddy would provide, no questions asked.

"Lemme try somethin', yeah, baby?"

He shook your hand off and spat directly on your clit, spreading the fat glob with his fingers. Tight, fast circles were traced over your bud, back and forth. It felt like hypnosis, the way he reeled your body in closer to an orgasm. 

"Daddy, please, 'm gonna cum," you said, face flushing of all color. "Your mouth, want your mouth," you shot out quickly, already obsessed with the feeling of his hot mouth tonguing you down.

He obliged, of course. How could he turn his princess down? Leon's lips again wrapped around your clit, sucking on the bud like it gave him life. 

You came soon after. You seized and convulsed and the feeling of his eyes taking you in made the waves of pleasure crash down that much harder over your body. 

"If he knew what a sweet fucking pussy you had," Leon said, licking a final stripe over it, "he'd never wanna leave."

"Wha--?"

"I said," Leon pulled away from your pussy, lifting his head to your ear, "that even your dad would wanna be tongue deep in your sweet, tight cunt. But it's all mine, isn't it?"

The sound of his belt unbuckling made you wetter, if that was possible, but it also sent a sense of realization through you.

You had your pussy in your step dad's mouth. And you liked it. And now, you would let him fuck you. And you would love it. 

"I know you're a virgin, but fuck, baby, you're so tight." His voice was grumbly and strained while he tried to push into you. "Maybe I need to eat you up a little more," he teased.

"No, I need you inside, wanna feel it now." You let yourself go completely. Here you were, whining like a brat while Leon's fat cock stretched you. The pain with sharp, but immediately worth it. He fit inside perfectly, easily hitting your sensitive spots with a few thrusts.

He hissed, feeling you clamp down on his length. "Shh, come on, gotta get used to it baby. Don't want me to cum too quick, do you?"

"Yes, I do," you whined, desperate to know for certain that you were making him feel good too. 

Leon's laugh softly rang in your ears. "No, I wanna make it worth your time. Wish I could take you all night long," he muttered, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. 

He swallowed all of your moans, slipping his tongue into your mouth while he rocked into you. He tried to find a rhythm, but he was too lost in pleasure to be neat about it. 

He'd fuck you nice and orderly another day, but for now? He just wanted to feel you gush around him, and feel your cunt get sloppy while he took you.

Your breathless moans caught his attention. He found the angle that made you get oldest and stuck with it, lifting your hips up with his hands so he could piston into your g-spot.

"Oh my god, right there! That feels-- oh my god."

"I know, baby," he said, thumbs digging into your hipbones. "Feels good f'me too. You're so good for daddy."

Your heart, and cunt, pounded the more he spoke. You were close and you knew it, you just needed him to keep talking you through it. "I am?"

"Yes, baby, you're perfect. Daddy's perfect little princess, taking my cock so good." His cock twitched, so he clenched his jaw, refusing to cum before you did. "You know what good girls get to do?"

"Hmph?" Your face was red and hot, mouth hanging open while he continued to fuck into your spongey walls.

"They cum hard on daddy's cock. Can you do that for me? Cum all on me?" He traced his hand over your cheek, letting his thumb land on your bottom lip while he egged you on.

Your body had never reacted faster, immediately creaming on his length. Your hole milked him, each contraction gripping his length and sucking the cum right out of him. 

Leon let a shaky breath out before pulling out of you, scooping the mixture of your cum in his fingers. He rubbed it between two fingers for a moment and popped it into his mouth, groaning at the taste.

You came down from your own high and looked over at him, feeling guilt pull at your chest.

"Leon."

"Hm?"

"What about mom? She's gonna freak if she ever finds out. Did we fuck up? What's gonna--"

"Hey," he said, shushing you with his finger over your lips. "She's not gonna find out and she doesn't need to know. I might be married to her, and I get why you're stressed, but what we have is different."

He pulled his finger off of your mouth and pressed a kiss to your forehead cheekily. "You're daddy's girl. That makes you special."

#barleyxnighteye #smutfic #x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil x reader #smut #tw: stepcest #tw stepcest #stepcest cw #dead dove do not eat #Stepdad! Leon Kennedy

[professional-bulshitter]

it is so personal to me that in cooperative polygraphy Pierce gives everyone something aside from the "obligatory sperm" except for Abed and I'll never not be mad about it,,,

because Abed always views himself as an outsider looking in, as a fly on the wall (even tho he's too awesome for it) and just,,, that moment sort of cements it you know??

and then Pierce even dead has the motherfucking audacity to technically separate him from Troy, who's one of the few people who understands him so fundamentally and can actually keep up with him (he's still on the top of the fucking list i don't care)

(and i get that it was never about Abed when Pierce left his shares for Troy but that's the lens I'm seeing it from and I'll never not blame him for troy no longer being an active part of the series moving forward and i hate him.)

#abed nadir #community #community tv #troy barnes #pierce hawthorne #i cant not talk about it #i have too many thoughts #i hate him #i just want them to be happy #i also feel like this is not healthy #but whatever #me watch community and not have too many feelings?? impossible #maybe it's not rational but it is what it is #trobed #troy and abed

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Charting the Course of B&B : How It Began

For nobody's sake but mine, I have decided to chart out the progress of the B&B relationship through the seasons.

Seasons 1 to 3: Keyword - 'Trust'

The foundational seasons, where the ever simmering physical attraction kept smashing up against the wall of 'I just don't understand this guy/girl'. But more importantly, the seasons where both of them, much to their shock, find that their partnership bears immediate fruit. And that the walls they keep around everyone else somehow don't seem to hold up in front of each other.

The graph below charts their attraction and trust levels over the 3 seasons through pivotal points where their partnership either grew or retreated significantly. It's my opinion that fledgling romantic feelings were present during this phase, but neither of them were aware of it.

Representation:

Milestones considered:

S1 - Point 1: "I knew you wouldn't make me a liar" (S1E5)

S1 - Point 2: Rescue from Kenton/"Why are you so nice to me?" (S1E15/E19)

S1 - Point 3: "With each shot we all die a little bit, Bones"/"I know who you are" (S1E21/E22)

S2 - Point 1: "Tony and Roxie" (S2E8)

S2 - Point 2: "I knew you wouldn't give up" (S2E9)

S2 - Point 3: "Everything happens eventually"/Rescue from Gallagher (S2E16/E18)

S2 - Point 4: Zack leaves for the Army/Max gets arrested/Aborted Hodgela wedding (S2E21)

S3 - Point 1: "Making love vs crappy sex" (S3E3)

S3 - Point 2: Smurfette/"I love my gift Booth"/"You are a fully developed man" (S3E7/E9/E11)

S3 - Point 3: Baby Andy/Max's trial/Checkerbox pre-shooting (S3E12/E13/E14)

S3 - Point 4: Booth's 'death'/Zack as Gormogon apprentice (S3E15)

Season 4: Keyword - 'Emotional Intimacy'

This where things start getting COMPLICATED. They start off rough, with Brennan having her walls up again after the deception of Booth's death. But when the last of the walls fall by the end of Con Man in the Meth Lab, the emotional enmeshment is cemented. The UST is also off the charts.

By the time this season ends, the trust between them has reached it's zenith. The attraction has never wavered, but this season is where the romantic feelings start to make their presence seriously felt. It's quite obvious that Dr. Wyatt was referring to Brennan when he posited that one of them was clearly aware of their feelings and struggled with it daily. Booth was deeper in denial even though he had brought Brennan completely into his life, his family and his history. Writing the story at Booth's bedside was Brennan's way of coping with the strength of her feelings which she didn't have the courage to examine or name. Perhaps she felt that putting a label to how she felt for Booth in a fictional world would exorcise the turmoil in the real world. Perhaps it was the only way she had to admit to herself.

Representation:

Milestones considered:

Ep 3: "There's someone for everyone, Bones, you just have to be open to see it."/"What's wrong with a surrogate relationship?"

Ep. 5: "You know the reviews to my books Booth, but do you read them?" "Every single word."

Ep. 9: "My father drank."

Ep. 11: 'Look at my little boy there, with your dad."

Ep. 14: Gravedigger rescue. Needs no explanation.

Ep. 21: Sharing of metaphorical scars, adopting their baby duck. There is no going back for either of them now.

Ep. 25: Brennan's baby, Booth's sperm. "Something is wrong Booth, trust me!"

Ep. 26: "You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering, that's the sad truth. Maybe they'll break your heart, maybe you'll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself in the same way. Those are the risks. That's the burden."

In the next instalment:

Season 5: Keyword - 'Devotion'

Season 6: Keyword - 'Inner Demons'

#bones tv #bonestv #booth x brennan #seeley booth #temperance brennan #i cant even to begin to explain why i wanted to do this

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So... I kinda feel like the 9-1-1 is foreshadowing a pregnancy...

So I speculate. Btw this ends up being more like a fic premise than speculation. Feel free to use these ideas if you want to x)

I'm a rabid crow so buddie would naturally be my favorite pick to be parents. (Also it's just more interesting to me to speculate about Buddie becoming surprise parents than for example Maddie and Chimney. I mean there is always Maddie's previous post-partum to add some challenge but still... Buddie is my go-to plot bunny factory, and Hen and Karen just got another child etc. So. Buddie it is.)

Btw one reason why I jump to buddie becoming parents (again) is that I think the show has foreshadowed it before. Remember that Christmas episode, Buck playing with Denny and Chris, with Eddie fondly watching them play?

Buck asks something like "who needs more cement?" and both kids want some, so Buck says Chris will have to wait, as Denny will get his first, "this big old piece"...

What could "cement" symbolize...?

Children, right?! Having more children does tend to add more "cement" to a family, right? The bonding, the responsibility... It's like cement!

And hey, didn't the Wilsons just get 'a big, old piece of cement'... Mara!

Also, during christmas there were four stockings hanging on the mantelpiece in the Diaz home. Like it was a family of four.

So Buddie... Tbh I think it would end up being them being dads if just either of them somehow ended up becoming the dad of a sudden 'child surprise'...

After all, taking care of a baby is hard and exhausting, and Buck and Eddie just naturally lean on each other for help, we've already seen it happen with Chris. They could not watch the other one struggle and not offer to help.

So how could Buck or Eddie become a dad of a baby? Could happen many ways I think.

Might be Buck or Eddie, impregnating a woman who decides to keep the baby, and then realises it was a mistake, as motherhood is certainly not something they enjoy, or are good at. Maybe single parenthood doesn't suit the mom's schedule due to them having a super demanding lifestyle thanks to their chosen field of work, something like that.

So the mom could decide that the other parent, the dad, would simply do a better job. So they'd show up at their doorstop, like a modern version of a stork, to drop off the baby, and then fly away. Or maybe to get them to share the responsibility, share custody and be a part-time parent.

The sperm donor story arc also feels like unfinished business to me.

I feel like Connor really wasn't as eager to become a parent as he pretended to be. I think he was just indulging Kameron, to fulfill her dream of motherhood, to make her happy, and was actually having seconds thoughts himself.

Really, the way he is introduced as someone who used to go by the nickname "Party Connor"...? Curious.

And do you guys remember the theme of drugs & neglect happening in the same episode in which Connor shows up to ask Buck to be a sperm donor...? Because Bobby also rescues Hoover in that episode!

Hoover is the dog which finds and eats the drugs his careless owner left lying around, and then needs to be resuscitated. So the team calls Hen on her day off, to ask for medical advice on how to treat a dog.

Hen... who is currently getting thoroughly drunk with Buck despite it being daytime, Hen who is asking Buck if he really is capable of fathering a child and walking away. Feels like foreshadowing to me!

My suspicion is that Connor might actually be an addict, that would explain his wild "party" past.

The stress of parenthood might make him relapse, leaving Kameron to deal with the baby alone. As we know, Cameron used to lead a wild lifestyle, and Kameron and Connor were already fighting before the baby was born...

Also, as this episode hints... Not all dads adapt to not being the biological parent of the child they are raising. Connor isn't the biological dad of the child Kameron gave birth to. What if that leads to problems, what if Connor is the type who secretly thinks that being the biological father matters more than being the father who is there? Chimney's dad isn't the only person in this world to think this way!

And hmm.. Connor was said to be infertile. But hey... What if he... isn't, after all?

The reason Connor was said to be infertile was "slow swimmers" aka slow sperm mobility, right? Well newsflash, having "slow swimmers" doesn't actually always mean it's impossible to conceive. It can be harder to conceive, but yeah, it's not necessarily impossible. It can even happen naturally.

So... What would happen if "Party Connor" relapses and becomes "Party Connor" once again...

What if he starts using and neglects his child?

And to add a cherry on top of the disaster, what if Kameron finds out she's late?

... Already expecting another baby?

How would she manage the single parenthood of two babies if it turns out that Connor isn't a reliable adult..?

What if she realises that the task is too much for her to take on,

that trying to care for two babies (or maybe even more than two, what if she's expecting twins) on her own...

would just make them all fall down?

Btw, Connor might not even believe the baby she's expecting is his since he appeared to be certain that having slow swimmers meant that he is infertile! That might make them really fall out, Connor leaping to the assumption that her wife is cheating on him.

So... I think she'd contact Buck and ask for help. After all, it doesn't seem like Kameron really has a family of her own, the way she was living in Buck's apartment when she and Connor fought. Maybe there is no safety net, and it's just her and Connor.

Until... it's just her. And the babies.

#911 speculation #buddie speculation #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 buddie #abc 911 #i did not make these gifs btw

[tribbetherium]

Some new species from the wildlife of the marine biomes post.

The quillnob reefs, common in the shallow tropical seas around the equator, are a unique and distinctive biome that has gained prominence in the Temperocene. These clustered array of cathedral-like structures, with towers, crevices, tunnels and other structures that form ideal homes for hundreds of thousands of species, are comprised of a most peculiar building block: millions upon millions of sessile snails, filtering food particles from the water with feathery extensions of their gills.

Marine gastropods have exploded in diversity since the Glaciocene era, and the quillnobs are easily among the most unusal clade of them all. They have a unique life cycle with three distinct stages: upon hatching, the young are tiny and free-swimming, with only a rudimentary shell and swimming through undulations of the foot, much like the skwoids and pescopods. This stage is short-lived, however, as it only functions as a dispersal phase: within weeks, the young quillnob's shell develops and it settles down onto the sea floor, entering a crawling juvenile phase in which it very much resembles a typical sea snail akin to whelks and conches. Once it reaches sexual maturity, however, it will cement itself into a single spot with the aid of an adhesive mucous secretion: and never move from that place for the rest of its life, gaining sustenance from trapping and filtering plankton and detritus.

One very common and remarkable quillnob species is the clustered blueplume (Cirripodocochleus polygynus), abundant in shallow seas close to shore where food particles churned by the tides are in plentiful supply. It lives a three-stage lifestyle like most other quillnobs, but its most distinct feature are the arrangements of its clusters: a single large male in the center, with a black and white shell, and four to eight brown, smaller females clustered around its proximity. This is due to their periodic breeding season: crawling phase juveniles, hermaphroditic like most other snails, gather at the shallows at maturity, and anchor themselves in place. These early-comers mature into males, upon which they release pheromone signals to attract other juveniles to anchor next to them, which, in turn, mature into females. Permanently fused to one spot and unable to move, their clustered, harem-like arrangement ensures that they have a ready-available mate within reach, when the time comes to release sperm and eggs into the water.

Quillnobs face many dangers, being immobile, but their shells, equipped with opercula that close up the opening of the shell in a watertight seal, are defense enough against both predators and dessication when the tides withdraw, as, with two moons, HP-02017 has far more drastic tide changes than on Earth, with some tropical areas seeing differences of up to six meters in high tide and low tide. Quillnobs are well equipped to deal with these various challenges, but not against one particular threat: the candy-cane asterisk (Echinostellatocochleus rubralbus).

Asterisks are themselves also a kind of snail, with a foot divided into six grasping lobes equipped with powerful suckers that can pry apart their favorite prey: bivalves, quillnobs, and other shelled snails. They possess a sharp radula that can sneak into the shells of a clam or a quillnob, and cut the muscles that hold its shell closed, leaving it defenseless to feast at its leisure. Most asterisks occur sparingly, and thus have minimal effect on the quillnob reefs, but the candy-cane asterisk is another story entirely: it reproduces in vast quantities, producing up to half a million eggs per spawning, and it produces a lethal venom secreted from modified mucous glands and delivered by calcified spines on their bodies, which they advertise in warnings with bold, red-and-white coloration. Undeterred by most predators which give them a wide berth, and with a ravenous appetite that lets each individual devour as many as a dozen quillnobs a day, left unchecked, they can overwhelm a reef quickly if conditions are favorable--and strip it bare and lifeless within a matter of weeks.

Fortunately for the quillnob reefs, however, an unusual species serves as a vital balance to the fragile ecosystem: the pebble-faced stareater (Stellatophagus calcops). Stareaters are monisaurs, a group of marine rattiles that made their first forays to the water in the Glaciocene and became abundant, fully-aquatic species in the Temperocene. Most monisaurs feed on hard-shelled prey, such as bivalves and notiluses, but the stareater relishes asterisks: especially the venomous candy-cane asterisk. Well-protected by its armored facial scales, and a high tolerance for asterisk venom, the stareater is the candy-cane asterisk's only natural predator: and one that consumes it in such quantities as to keep its numbers in check. The stareater, thus, is a vital keystone species in the quillnob reefs: in areas where their numbers diminish, due to unfavorable climates or local predation, the quillnob reefs suffer in turn, with the candy-cane asterisks ravaging the landscape, the quillnobs being overhunted to extirpation, and the loss of habitat for many small prey species that indirectly affect predators higher up in the food web: a catastrophic cascade that snowballs from the action, or lack thereof, of one individual species.

The sunlit tropical shallows of HP-02017 are a haven for marine biodiversity, flourishing in a mixed habitat of seagrass meadows, coral reefs, quillnob reefs and small scattered patches of kelp forest. Shallow seas allow for abundant sunlight to reach aquatic plants and algae, and contribute to their abundant growth, which, combined with the circulating tides stirring up nutrient-rich deposits of water from deeper regions allows these areas to be full of marine life.

Various shrish, pescopods and skwoids call these coastal reefs home, and in turn provide differing rungs of the marine food chain with sustenance. Rodders, small aquatic fearrets of distant kin to the leviahams, forage omnivorously on flora and fauna alike, while seashingles, large marine rattiles, feast on the abundance of mockjellies that crowd the surface, especially the photosynthetic euryales.

But most abundant and diverse of the larger marine fauna are the bayvers: a group of marine hamsters descended from the beaver-like pondrats that have an incredibly convoluted evolutionary history. Some are fully aquatic, filling niches similar to cetaceans and sirenians, while other are semi-aquatic, resting on beaches and moving about on land like pinnipeds. Some are herbivorous, grazing on seagrass and kelp, while others are carnivores, chasing down and hunting the abundant shrish and pescopods that constitute much of their diet, and with cricetaceans included the bayvers also boast durophages, omnivores, scavengers, macro-predators and filter-feeders among their ranks. The relationships of these individuals vary: narwalruses descend from fully-aquatic ancestors that returned to an amphibious lifestyle, while walmuses, members of the otherwise herbivorous hamatee lineage, have become bottom-feeding durophages that feed on bivalves and quillnobs in addition to plants.

Perhaps one of the most striking of semi-aquatic Temperocene bayvers is the circled seabear (Phocursamys circulus), a large species that may reach three meters or more in length. Easily distinguishable by its prominent circular markings, the circled seabear has one of the most varied diets for the bayvers: it is an indiscriminate omnivore, and will graze on marine plants, crack open hard shells, consume the seed pods of seagrasses, hunt shrish and pescopods and, perhaps most remarkably, even actively prey upon smaller bayvers that it ambushes in the water. Only phorcas and sarchons outrank it in the marine food web, and in areas where those are uncommon the seabear rules as regional apex predator: but also part-time plant-eater as well. Where those even bigger predators live, however, the seabear is not exempt from their menu, and thus the seabear fills a new, intermediate rung in the food chain between other bayvers and the phorcas.

In coral-rich ecosystems, the seabear's diet may include monisaurs and sterapins: and this has quite a profound impact where one particular species is concerned: the reef corizard (Scopulosauromys latudon). Armed with chiseling incisors and broad crushing molars, it feasts avidly on coral and sponges, which can comprise a large percentage of their diet that also includes quillnobs, bivalves and the occasional shrab. While the presence of its relative, the asterisk-hunting stareater, is vital to quillnob reefs, the corizard's presence becomes harmful if they stay in one place too long. Constant pressure from seabears, which target the slower-swimming rattiles, keeps them vigilant and constantly on the move: preventing them from overeating one particular area and giving the coral some time to recover from their feeding.

The cold arctic seas of the north and south poles are among the harshest and most inhospitable regions of the planet. Isla Frigor in the south and the North Isles in the north are the only landmasses within the polar zones, but the seas, and abundant floating sea ice, are teeming with life of all shapes and sizes: including ones the world had not seen the like of for many eons.

The end of the Glaciocene spelled a mass extinction that coincided with the brief reign of the harmsters and sudden warming global temperatures almost right after, a double catastrophe that would spell the end of the great seavers: gigantic filter-feeders that thrived off the nutrient-rich upwellings of the cold seas that allowed them to attain incredible sizes. Soon, they all disappeared, save for one lone, lucky survivor: the stunted, southern-sea derelict seaver, but a mere fraction and relic of what its kin once were.

Yet time would be kind to the derelict seaver: struggling at first to survive, a series of fortunate events would herald their grand return. Marine hamatees would switch from filter feeding to grazing on water plants, freeing a niche the last of the water-sifters would take advantage of to spread far and wide once again. Some, reaching the polar regions with plenty of food and an evolutionary motivation to conserve heat, began growing larger, bit by bit. And thus, in a region that so perfectly mimics the worldwide oceans in the time of the Glaciocene, in stark, aquatic parallel to the hammoths and maustodons of North Westerna, the seavers would make a spectacular comeback to becoming once more immense creatures, culminating in what is with barely a doubt the biggest animal ever to grace the seas of HP-02017 with its presence: the marked whaleberg (Colossobalaenomys arcticus).

Identifiable by white keratinous callosities adorning its head and making it resemble an iceberg from the surface, and a pair of dark markings on its sides that play a part in intra-species recognition, the whaleberg is easily the largest the seavers have ever been in all of history: reaching weights of well over 180 tons and measuring 25 meters or more: larger than even the plurodons of the Glaciocene. Its immense size helps it better retain body heat in the frigid polar water, as well as take advantage of the massive blooms of zooplankton and tremendous shoals of arctic shrish, which amass in such abundant swarms as to provide a nigh-limitless resource able to sustain such giants. Like its ancestors, the marked whaleberg possesses expandable cheek pouches, lined with folds that allow them to expand and vaccuum up large quantities of small prey which in turn is strained out by a combination of its notched incisors and bristly whiskers when it then expels the water from its mouth.

The whalebergs are far too enormous for any predator to tackle, even the various species of arctic phorcas which prey on other, smaller species of bayvers and cricetaceans. While they rely on their size for defense, other species native to the polar seas have other, more unusual means to defend themselves from their enemies.

The cutlass warnal (Odontoceromyocetus melanus) is a species of the jousting bayvers and related to the semi-terrestrial narwalrus: however, unlike its relative, it is a fully-aquatic species that spends all its life in the sea. As a means of defense, both sexes sport a prominent, misaligned upper incisor that points forward and is enlarged into a tusk. Females have a small, downturned tusk, which they use in defense as well as probing for food on the sea floor, lashing at small shrish and pescopods to injure or stun them and make them easier to eat, and as a defensive weapon when attacked. Males, however, sport a far-longer tusk that curves upward instead, and is used for display, with larger and more-curved tusks being more appealing to potential mates, and also as a weapon, males clashing tusks as a show of display when they compete. They, however, resort mostly to using the side of the tusk as a blunt club when they joust, as opposed to the pointed end, as it could easily be lethal to both competitors if they use the tip as a stabbing weapon. The tusk, at roughly equal and seemingly random frequency, can either form from the left upper incisor, or the right upper incisor, with the opposite upper incisor grinding in-between both lower incisors to form a more typically-rodent-like gnawing bite. In the rare event that both upper incisors develop into tusks, the result is a poor prognosis, as such individuals are unable to chew properly and usually starve.

The warnals' tusk also comes with an unexpected bonus: it can also be used in piercing through floating marine carrion to access the nutritious blubber underneath the tough skin. When large seavers such as whalebergs die, their floating remains attract scavengers of all shapes and sizes, and the warnals, opportunistically, come to join in the feast. By helping in cutting through the carcasses' tough hides when they feed, they also make it more accessible to other scavengers to reach the softer tissues, speeding up the process of the floating remains to eventually sink and nourish in turn the seafloor ecosystem with a seaver-fall: one so massive it temporarily becomes a miniature ecosystem of its own.

Open-sea ecosystems are ever more widespread and abundant in the Temperocene as the reduction of sea ice has raised sea levels from the Glaciocene levels: and thus, about 80% of the planet's surface is now covered by ocean. While small seas punctuate the gaps between the continents, a massive ocean covering almost half the planet spans the gap between Arcuterra on its west and Gestaltia on its east, opposite the globe to Mesoterra: the single-largest ecosystem on the surface of HP-02017.

The open seas, sustained by currents that circulate warm and cold water throughout the surface and the deep levels, support biospheres reliant on the abundance of phytoplankton: microscopic photosynthesizers reliant on the sunlight of the surface, as well as the nutrients supplied by currents from the depths from organic substances that settle to the bottom only to be churned back up to the surface by ocean currents. From this simple mechanism all other life depends on to survive: the tiny plants of the phytoplankton feed the tiny animals of the zooplankton, which in turn become food for shoals of shrish and pescopods, which are prey for skwoids, shrarks, bayvers and seagoing ratbats and pterodents, and culminating in such large top megafauna such as cricetaceans, phorcas and sarchons. Thus even the highest rungs of the food chain are indirectly dependent on the currents of the open seas that allow phytoplankton to thrive in abundance, forming the basis of the marine food web.

This food web, however, has certain complexities that contribute greatly to its biodiversity as a staggering amount of niches are available for organisms to exploit. The direct consumers of zooplankton not only include small shrish and pescopods, but also among the largest of the Temperocene's fauna: the spectacular return of the giant seavers, whose kind almost vanished in the Glaciocene. The greater derelict (Neobalaenotitan borealis) is one of the most widespread species in the open ocean, reaching lengths averaging 18 meters or more. The warmer seas are less conducive to cold upwellings that made the Glaciocene oceans so productive, yet the greater derelict compensates by being nomadic, traveling long distances to exploit food sources far and wide. During the span of a year, pods of greater derelicts may travel thousands upon thousands of miles between their feeding grounds and their breeding grounds: with some practically circumnavigating the entire globe during their travels as they seek out nutrient-rich hotspots where zooplankton and shoals of shrish gather, and where they can build up stores of fat to see them through during their long migrations where sometimes they are forced to fast for weeks at a time, sustained only by stored calories. As such, greater derelicts are picky eaters: they only target the largest shoals, as their feeding process uses up significant bursts of energy as they accelerate and lunge into the swarms to suck in prey. Smaller shoals, which would take a lot of energy to lunge into yet yield little payoff, are ignored, highlighting not only their means of conserving their energy, but their intelligence as well: able to recognize risks and rewards, as well as being a highly social species whose pods' members bond with each other, protect one another's calves, and even cooperate to feed, blowing rings of bubbles from beneath to confuse and corall huge shoals of shrish before all simultaneously lunging from beneath in coordinated sync.

Smaller cricetaceans are also found in great numbers in the open seas: primarily, of the smaller, faster ones two groups are most prominent: the porpoids, the eyelash porpoid (Melanopcetomys lineoculus) being the most common species, and the roddolphs, one of the most widespread being the painted roddolph (Pintadelphinomys varicolor). The two groups coexist by virtue of there being two very-different clades of small fish-analogues that shoal in great numbers: a hard-shelled crustacean and a soft-bodied mollusk. The roddolphs, thus, developed long, narrow snouts with conical-cusped teeth for grabbing squishy, slippery prey, while the porpoids have shorter, thicker jaws with broader teeth, ideal for cracking exoskeletons. This niche partitioning allows both to coexist with minimal competition, and both clades of cricetaceans are highly successful in their pelagic home: their adaptability, social intelligence, and cooperation being major assets in their survival in the nigh-endless open waters.

But hamsters don't hold sole monopoly over being large sea-life: the shrish and pescopods themselves boast some rather larger species as well, even if nowhere near as large as the sizes a creature with an endoskeleton can achieve. The giant ribbonray (Megalopescochleus ceruleus) is one of the largest pescopods, able to reach lengths of up to three meters. Large schools of them gather in the surface of the tropical oceans during the early mornings and late evenings, where, propelled by their undulating ribbonlike foot-fins, they cruise along just beneath the surface trawling for drifting zooplankton using their brushlike lower tentacles and bristly radula. While not particularly fast creatures, they are impressive leapers: breaching above the surface to heights of up to twice their body length, as a means to shake off irritating parasites, for confusing predators, and advertising their strength and fitness to prospective mates in the breeding season.

Coastal wetlands are one of the most widespread biomes to emerge in the Temperocene, as the rising sea levels flooded many low-elevation areas along the borders of the continents. With the rise and pull of two moons giving powerful pushes and pulls to the tides, the ocean surf periodically surges into these basins and cycles them with nutrients, mixing with freshwater deposits of rain and inland rivers: making the brackish waters of the wetland a productive environment for plants to grow, and for a diverse array of wildlife to take up residence.

Hamatees, herbivorous bayvers, graze in its shallows and feast upon the abundant plantlife, while long-legged wanderganders stalk the shallows, wading in ankle-deep water to sneak up on shrish, pescopods and the amphibious squoads, which are very abundant in the wetlands and form a significant part of the local food web. Here the creatures of the land and the creatures of the sea come closer than anywhere else, as on various continents, transient, terrestrial herbivores as diverse as ungulopes, piggalo, walkabies, boarochs and podotheres visit these wet environments to exploit the bounty of soft, nutritious water plants, including reed-like grasses, stunted shrub-like stonefruit trees, and floating clovers similar to lilies or duckweed.

But perhaps the most remarkable resident of the coastal wetlands is a descendant of the derelict seaver that, in opposing spite of the whalebergs and their kin, have grown smaller, as opposed to bigger, to escape aquatic predators in the deeper sea and seek shelter among the plants in the shallows. Thus, like the hammoths, reduced to small survivors in the face of a mass extinction, some would return to their titanic former glory: but others would commit to their miniaturization and become ever smaller still.

Smallest of these is the dwarf marsh seaver (Minimubalaenomys nana), which grows to lengths of only three to four feet: less than a hundredth of the size of its enormous arctic cousins. Dwarf marsh seavers are gregarious bottom feeders, using the filtering mechanisms their ancestors used to strain out shoals of shrish and zooplankton in the sea to instead forage on the bottoms of muddy riverbeds, consuming worms, insect larvae, crustaceans and other small invertebrates burrowing in the mud, feeling for them using its sensitive whiskers and sucking them in by generating suction with its expandable cheek pouches. Lacking molars entirely, the dwarf marsh seaver has re-evolved a novel new way to "chew" its food: with the use of rough serrations on its tongue and palate that allow it to grind up its meals even without the need for teeth.

These dwarf seavers share these swampy wetlands with their nearly-unrecognizable distant cousins: the pondrats. Early forms hailing back all the way from the Rodentocene, these basal members of the duskmice gave rise to the bayvers and later the cricetaceans: though these more-primitive forms continued to coexist alongside their derived kin. They possess webbed feet and water-resistant fur, but are still very terrestrial creatures, with functional hind legs able to walk on land: hind limbs that, due to their lack of tails, had fused together to form a mimic fluke in the bayvers and cricetaceans that would significantly impair their locomotion on land to clumsy belly-flops and, to some, leave the land entirely and become fully marine.

Some of these basal pondrats, such as the speckled lutter (Acaudalutromys punctus) are carnivores, hunting shrish, pescopods and squoads with their pointed, rear-curved teeth and dexterously prehensile forepaws, propelled through the water by powerful, simultaneous strokes of their hind legs with webbed forelimbs used for steering. Others, such as the broadmitt mudchuck (Griseocastor magnocheirus) are herbivorous, feeding on roots, submerged stems, and aquatic cloverferns, and propelled instead by their broad webbed forelimbs: in some species bearing webbing so extensive that on land they walk on their knuckles to avoid tearing the membrane. Broadmitt mudchucks, specifically, are an important keystone species of the coastal wetland, as their constant grazing prevents the overgrowth of fast-growing water plants that can choke the water currents and stagnate the water, depriving other vegetation of nutrients. This dietary diversity of the pondrats, with herbivores, carnivores, and omnivores all across the spectrum of carnivory and herbivory, carries over to their larger marine relatives, with some grazing on seagrass and coast kudzu, others pursuing small bite-sized prey, and others tackling quarry their own size or larger.

Seagrass groves are among the diverse and unique marine biomes that have emerged in the Temperocene with the abundance of tropical shallows, accessible to plenty of sunlight, that allow photosynthetic producers to grow and thrive in incredible quantities and diversity, as to seem almost an underwater jungle. And with the rich diversity of flora in the Temperocene seas, the comparison to a jungle or rainforest is more than superficial, for it too has distinct layers: down at the seabed is the "forest floor", where moss-like algae grow attached to rocks, higher up being the "understory" comprised of a mix of true seagrasses as well as kelp that can reach lengths of five feet or more, and the "canopy" being tall seagrass species that reach all the way up to the surface in the race for sunlight, towering above the rest of the plants. Their tops, bobbing on the surface of the ocean, sometimes snag floating mats of coast kudzu: forming an "emergent layer" when they accumulate above the seagrass groves.

Unsurprisingly, animals by the thousands flock to the seagrass groves to exploit its bountiful resources and relative safety, with the ever-present shrish and pescopods dominating the lower rungs of its food web. Some shrish form eusocial colonies like ants or bees, dwelling within the hollows of seagrass stems like termites, while specialized pescopods, feeding from the flowers of seagrass swim from bloom to bloom, fertilizing them almost like marine analogues of butterflies. Hamatees frequent these locales as well, and are crucial in trimming the canopy and emergent layer with their grazing, preventing them from out-shading plants lower down and starving them of sunlight.

But easily one of the most intriguing adaptations of the marine flora is their production of seeds, much like plants would on land: while ancestral seagrass depended on currents and waves to pollinate their flowers and spread their seeds, the larger species, like undersea fruit trees, have instead begun producing large, edible pods that attract animals. This is a more direct means to ensure that pollen reaches one flower to the next and that seeds are deposited far away from the parent to avoid competition and inbreeding, as opposed to leaving it all to chance with the random, unpredictable motions of the tides.

These sea-fruit attract a wide array of visitors, searching for a meal. Golden sterapins (Aurochelymys longiceps) cruise the shallows at a leisurely pace, feeding mostly on mockjellies like other sterapins do but also supplementing their diet with aquatic vegetation like kelp and seagrass. They are one of the primary seed dispersers of the sea-fruit, as they are nomadic and can travel great distances as they migrate, making them an ideal candidate as a vector for seed dispersal. Feeding eagerly and ravenously on the fleshy pods when they come into season, the golden sterapins then carry the seeds along in their stomachs for long journeys that can at times measure hundreds of miles, eventually dropping them off when they relieve themselves--often far, far away from where the seeds originally sprouted. Here, even a few seeds can be enough to establish a new seagrass grove, as they, like land grass, spread with rhizomes, allowing them to propagate quickly and turn barren seafloor within the sterapins' migration routes into meadows and later forests in the span of only a few months.

It isn't only sterapins that are drawn in by the fruit pods, however. Hard at work, clambering about on the stems and branches, are searrels, such as the speckled searrel (Thalassosciurus phocimys), busily harvesting the pods and carrying them away. The tiny, herbiviorous bayvers, of distant kin to the hamatees, store the seeds in nooks and crannies in the sea floor, hidden under rocks or beds of algae, and nest on the floating mats of coast kudzu that float on the surface, sometimes roosting in great numbers for protection. Their foreflippers, their main means of propulsion when swimming, are equipped with one hooked claw each, and their steering rear-flippers together are prehensile like a two-pronged pincer, allowing them to cling onto seagrass stems to forage, hide and anchor themselves against currents. Their seed-burial also helps the local ecosystem: most are recovered and consumed, but a few are forgotten and lost: and are then left to germinate in favorable locations. Thus they, in essence, fill a niche akin to typical rodents like furbils and duskmice: albeit in a marine environment.

Searrels are highly gregarious as, being only a few inches long, they are vulnerable to a wide slew of predators, such as pterodents, larger bayvers and even certain skwoids. To survive the seagrass groves' many dangers, they live in groups numbering up to over several dozen related individuals and build communal lodges out of floating coast kudzu and plant material they haul back into their nest. Born two or three at a time after a month-long gestation, pups are fed a very thick, fatty and nutritious milk and are weaned within days, with the mother then leaving them at the lodge while they go out to forage. They are fully furred and open-eyed at birth, but are unable to swim for another few weeks: during which time they are reared communally by the group and fed regurgitated food by other members of the colony. Members are related, meaning they propagate their genes by caring for their kin, and, with a high mortality rate for foraging mothers, it ensures a greater survival chance for any orphaned pups whose mothers fail to return alive, provided they have already successfully weaned from milk.

And indeed many adults are lost during the breeding season, falling prey to one of the searrel's major enemies: the kelpgrove sterpent (Marinophiomys dipunctus), a marine burrowurm whose ancestors first originated in the seavannahs of the Fragmian Sea but have since spread and diversified worldwide wherever seagrass is abundant. To more easily move through the water and negotiate dense tangled vegetation, these burrowurms have long since lost their rear limbs and tail hook that most land-dwelling burrowurms still possess for locomotion. Their forelimbs, bearing their lethal stinging claws, are retained, however, and are now held tight along the sides of the head, almost like an extra set of jaws. Their sting-claw folds neatly into the forelimb when not in use, but springs out to grab onto prey when hunting. Shrish, pescopods and other marine invertebrates comprise much of its diet, but one favored prey are searrels, which they ambush among sea-fruit groves while they forage for food. They are even on occasion persistent enough to invade searrel nests to attempt to snatch the youngsters inside. However, the searrels do not go down without a fight: they are highly territorial and use their sharp teeth and foreclaws to retaliate in groups, mobbing both sterpents trying to attack their young--and also herbivorous hamatees that see their floating abode of chewed-up seagrass as a prospective meal.

Beachpeach, a semi-marine coastal stonefruit, has created a bizarre new biome in the days of the Temperocene. A forest straddling the sea, the beachpeach grows and thrives where other trees cannot. Its stilt-like roots allow it to respire even in high tide, its tissues are largely impermeable to salt to prevent dessication, and its moisture-rich, buoyant fruits are able to float in water and ride along on waves and currents until it is deposited in a favorable shoreline where it can germinate: enabling beachpeach to spread far and wide. Beachpeach forests are havens for a wide range of wildlife, with its roots being ideal anchoring spots for quillnobs, and their tangled masses safe hiding places for shrish and pescopods. Up above in the canopy, arboreal creatures thrive too, terrestrial tree shrabs nesting in epiphytes and pterodents and ratbats roosting in the branches. The beachpeach forest thus is dominated by arboreal and aquatic alike, a place where the trees meet the seas. And in this marriage of the ocean and forest, some species have adapted to exploit both.

Sunkeys, such as the broad-headed sunkey (Aquapithecomys macrocephalus), are a most unusual group of the lemunkies that are specialized swimmers but great climbers as well. Their coats are water-resistant, their fingers are webbed, excluding the opposable thumb, and their tails are broad and flattened like a paddle to enable them to propel them when swimming. They nest, breed and sleep in the trees, and forage in the water and among the trees' roots, feeding on leaves, fruit, insects, shrabs and quillnobs. The ripe, fallen fruit of the beachpeach, floating on the water's surface, are a favorite treat, and sunkeys relish both fruit and seed alike. This does little to dent the beachpeach population, as fruit are produced in such great numbers as to ensure that some would survive: making beachpeach fruit a main food source for many species of this biome. Omnivorous and adaptable, sunkeys can enter and leave either half of this biome with ease, leaping from branches into the water when threatened by aerial or arboreal threats, and scampering back up tree trunks when pursued by aquatic predators, such as some cricetaceans and bayvers that will opportunistically try to eat them if they can catch them. These are in contrast to their larger relatives, the merangutans, which have become far too ungainly to climb: while they still haul out onto exposed patches of land or tangles of beachpeach roots to rest or rear their young, they are almost entirely waterbound and instead deter predators with their size.

Dry land is few and far between in the expanses of beachpeach forests, and thus many semi-aquatic species make do with the exposed roots as nesting sites and resting stations. Small pondrats, such as the golden marshrat (Orolittoromys aureus) nest among the exposed roots of the beachpeach trees, where they rear their young hidden from prying eyes. Golden marshrats are omnivores that feed primarily on the fruits of the beachpeach but also on the quillnobs that attach to the tree roots, and their activity is essential to keeping the quillnobs from overwhelming the roots and suffocating the tree. Another, more specialized quillnob eater is the black seasel (Arbolutromys pelagoprunophilus), a species of rodder that eats primarily quillnobs as well as other, bottom-dwelling, hard-shelled prey. Though it has weak jaws and teeth, the black seasel gets by with a little ingenuity, using stones, driftwood, or exposed roots for hammering open the hard shells to earn their prize. This is primarily an instinctive behavior, with young seasels playfully hitting small hard objects against roots and stones without exactly understanding the purpose of this behavior. It takes some practice, and imitation of their parents, before they finally master the use of the art to acquire food and exploit resources others cannot reach with ease.

But quillnobs are extremely abundant in the beachpeach forests, and there is no shortage of creatures trying to exploit them. Black-headed dipdivers (Submersornimys submersus) are wading wanderganders that, to access deeper-growing food sources, have become skilled divers, plunging into the water to grab food and then using their wings as oars to boost themselves back to the surface. Being lightweight flyers, they are, in turn, compromised by their inability to sink as they are too buoyant for sustained dives, and thus their feeding pattern consists of deep, but brief, plunges to break off quillnobs from their anchors and catch small bottom-dwelling prey that they haul up to the surface to eat. Dipdivers as a whole are thus quite successful in wetlands, marshes and swamps where they dive for aquatic prey, with a related species, the stripe-headed dipdiver (Submersornimys melanoleuca) being widespread through the coastal wetlands, both plunge-diving to catch food in deeper water and wading with their long legs in shallower rivers and ponds.

The oceanic abyss is a world devoid of light, and is easily one of, if not the, most inhospitable biome in the ocean. Plants are absent, as photosynthesizers cannot live here. Yet, in spite of the perpetual darkness, crushing pressures, and toxic compounds spewed by undersea vents, life thrives nontheless, and finds a way to survive.

Many creatures in this lightless world owe their existence to chemolithotrophs: micro-organisms that convert inorganic material such as sulfur into food, and thus are fed by the hydrothermal vents at such depths. These in turn form films and colonies that in turn serve as the producers of a food chain that exists entirely independent of the surface world--save for occasional seaver-falls that feed thousands upon thousands of scavengers that pile onto the carcass in a massive writhing mass: asterisks, notiluses, shrish, pescopods and other small invertebrates gather to take advantage of such resources.

Some species, such as the trench trawlbug (Platyabyssocaris thalassus), a member of a group of bottom-dwelling shrish known as trilobugs, directly consume chemolithotroph films: scraping away at the bacterial mats and gathering at the vicinity of hydrothermal vents to feed. Others, shrish and pescopods and various species of deep-sea mockjellies, instead thrive on deep-sea planktonic organisms that do feed directly off bacterial mats, and in turn are food for larger abyssal life: giant skwoids, like the neon-blue giant skwoid (Photocohleus radians), and the scarlet sawshrark (Carcharocaris erythrus), a member of the clade known as the galvaprawns. In the absence of natural light, many species in the dark deep produce their own, via bioluminescence, for various reasons. For shoaling shrish and pescopods, they do it to confuse and startle predators with an array of scattering, flashing lights. To small abyssal plankton, their glow is to force their predators, themselves prey, to spit them out or risk becoming a target to bigger animals. To the mockjellies, they use it as a lure to attract unsuspecting prey within reach of their stinging tentacles. To the galvaprawns, their distinct red light is a torch at frequency only they can see, invisible to colorblind prey. And for skwoids, their bioluminescence is a means of communication to their own species: flashing patterns to intimidate rivals, attract mates, or, in the case of breeding females, help their young stay close by, as many deep-sea skwoids are devoted parents that care for their young for a prolonged period of time.

Invertebrates thrive at these abyssal depths, where no air-breathing hamster can permanently live. Yet from time to time, their sanctuary is invaded by a few extreme hamster species: ones capable of holding their breath for hours at a time and withstanding the crushing pressures of the deep. The abyssal sawtooth (Atrocidontocetus abyssus) is a phorca of close relation to the sarchons, that shares its cousins' broad slicing teeth: yet equipped with conical cusps ideal for grasping soft-bodied prey. This is because one of its preferred prey are giant skwoids, much like the plurodons of the Glaciocene, and can dive to depths of over a kilometer beneath the surface to hunt its favorite meals. Many sport telltale scars from the giant skwoids' harpoon-like radula, as the mighty mollusks do not surrender without resistance, and some of their wounds may also be inflicted by galvaprawns: another favorite meal of the abyssal sawtooth. Two former apex predators, hidden in a last stronghold unreachable by hamsters, have finally met their match: while still fierce predators in their own right, they no longer rule the top of the food chain: and have gotten smaller and faster as a result compared to their tankier ancestors to more easily flee the sawtooth's pursuit.

But the record of deepest diver of any hamster far surpasses even the abyssal sawtooth: the deepsea seatoad (Thalassobufomys macropterapus). A member of the monisaur family, this most remarkable marine rattile can reach depths up to three kilometers below sea level, thanks to a wide array of adaptations. Most importantly, it stores as little air as possible in its body to avoid being compressed by the tremendous water pressure, with its lungs fully deflated: instead, it stores oxygen in its blood and muscle tissues, which are so rich in oxygen-holding myoglobin that its muscles and blood appear almost black. Being a rattile, it also has a far slower metabolism and thus can go for longer periods without oxygen as it uses them much more slowly: a mesothermic species, it is able to some extent generate some body heat when it is at the surface: and then retain said body heat via a dense layer of subcutaneous blubber while slowing down its metabolism to conserve oxygen, keeping warm enough to function even as it descends to the frigid depths. With a sturdy frame and an efficient oxygen-holding capacity, the deepsea seatoad can reach depths of over 3,000 meters, and stay under for up to four to five hours in its longest dives.

But these are not the deepsea seatoad's only adaptations: it possesses a set of other features that help it gather its favored food: abyssal trilobugs and notiluses that it grabs off the ocean floor. Its back flippers are longer than its front, allowing it to remain stable even as it feeds in a head-down diagonal posture. Its broad teeth allow it to easily crush hard shells of the prey it eats, which it then consumes shell and all. But perhaps their most unusual adaptation are the callosities that it bears on its head: which have a unique, symbiotic relationship with tiny quillnobs that anchor onto them--and in turn are hosts for bioluminescent microbes. The deepsea seatoad, thus, carries its own light to find its way in the black depths, and, while their glow is not particularly bright, it is sufficient for the seatoad's large, dark-adapted eyes which reflect and magnify light in low-light conditions. It, of course, cannot see in total darkness, but the dim glow of its quillnob partners is all the light it needs to find its way.

Deepsea seatoads, as specialized as they are for the abyss, are still air-breathers, and thus must come up for air eventually. Their compact bodies and lack of air spaces in their bodies protect them from decompression syndrome, or the bends, and, once at the surface, the pupils of their large, sensitive eyes narrow into tiny vertical slits to minimize the blinding light entering the eye. After a long dive, the deepsea seatoad is forced to take a recovery period at the surface to compensate for its extended, airless descent, and it is during its time here that the seatoad performs two very vital functions. First, during the breeding season, the symbiotic quillnobs time their spawning with the breeding of their seatoad host, allowing the numerous small seatoad young born in litters to acquire their own quillnob population. Second, and more importantly, the seatoads usually relieve themselves while resting near the surface: and their droppings, consisting of proccessed abyssal organisms, return the nutrients of the deep sea back to the surface: thus feeding plants and plankton with these leavings, and starting the food cycle all over again, which would otherwise end with the sunken carcasses of top consumers in the abyss.

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#speculative evolution #speculative biology #spec evo #speculative zoology #hamster's paradise #biome post

[mha-grievances]

Ok, so I know that I constantly criticize MHA. I constantly bitch and moan about how much missed potential there are in the series, how the pacing is ass, how Hori’s comedy is atrocious, how there are many plot holes, how Katsuki is an utterly shit character, yada yada yada. The way you see me talk about MHA probably makes you think that I feel it’s the worst anime of all time.

Trust me, it’s far from the worst thing that’s out there. Like any sort of media, anime is littered with some bizarre, atrocious stuff.

Future Diaries is an anime that has cemented itself as a hugely influential aspect of pop culture, Yuno being THE character that defines the idea of a Yandere. However the series goes into batshit crazy territory that makes absolutely no sense, the MC is all kinds of shitty, and, well, shit happens just to happen.

Redo of Healer is revenge r*pe fantasy that has no well defined characters. They’re either comically fucked up or just there to contribute to the MC’s harem. Also magic sperm.

Pupa is an incest anime (yes, anime, not hentai) about a sister who needs to eat flesh to survive and a boy who can regenerate. For the sake of your sanity, I’m not going to talk about this further.

School Days goes off the rails and has perhaps some of the most unlikable characters to ever exist, including the MC himself. Meant to subvert the typical romance visual novel, things get into wtf territory fast. Honestly I constantly debate whether School Days is a masterpiece in what it does or if it falls under the same pit traps that other series that aim to “subvert expectations” does.

These series (except for perhaps School Days, still tryna figure out where I stand on it) are far worse than MHA, which is incompetent at worst.

So why do I criticize MHA rather than these series?

Well, MHA is an interesting beast. Future Diaries, Redo of Healer, and Pupa know what they are. They know that their storytelling isn’t the best. They know that they’re fantasies for perverts, people who just wanna watch something fucked up, those who like the shock factor/harem aspects, all that stuff. They don’t try to be anything more than what they are, and there’s nothing wrong with that (and by that I mean there’s nothing wrong with them not being deep. Whether the content shown might be is a different topic all together). MHA is a series that tries to offer commentary on the real world and wants us to take it seriously, but there are barriers that stop this from happening. Whether it’s Hori failing to allow his MC to breathe which makes things feel angsty for the sake of it, his failure to tackle the themes in a meaningful and non-hypocritical manner, his “comedy”, missed potential that he doesn’t capitalize on or cares to, the creation of characters meant to embody certain themes but fail at doing so (Katsuki, Shota, etc.), fake tension that goes nowhere, or Hori springing shit at the last minute to up the stakes but only makes people scratch their heads. MHA is a series that, despite it being a colorful world of superheroes and having a charming set of characters, is meant to serve as a criticism of society and a dive into what it means to be a hero. Sadly it fails to do this accurately. I can meme and shit on Pupa, Future Diaries, and Redo of Healer, but besides edgy 12 year olds on YouTube who think they’re philosophers, everyone will pretty much agree that these anime aren’t good. Even the fans will agree. Wildly entertaining as fuck, yes, but not good, and they weren’t designed to be good or thought provoking. They were designed to appeal to a certain demographic and keep them entertained as they turn their brains off. MHA however demands that we use our brains, to analyze the material that’s being shown and to question ourselves, but it sabotages its themes at numerous points and that’s what makes MHA the subject of my analysis. It’s a series that ultimately fails at what it’s trying to do, and what it’s trying to do is pretty big. Take Katsuki for example. MHA is constantly shoving down my throat that Katsuki is a good person and that he’s worthy of being a hero, but it does it in an obnoxious way and constantly contradicts itself with Katsuki’s actions. Meanwhile the other anime I mentioned don’t bother propping their characters like the second coming of Christ, some even embracing the fact that a character is shitty, and if they do try shoving down my throat a character is good, it’s done in such a laughably bad way that it’s far more funny than it is annoying.

To me it’s interesting HOW MHA manages to fail at what it’s trying to do and it serves as an example of what works and doesn’t work when writing a similar series. In MHA what works really works and shows that there is immense potential in MHA to be something amazing, further proven by the fact that some of the characters and some of the arcs are well written. However what doesn’t work really reduces the quality of the series and makes you wonder how one writer can understand the assignment in some instances and completely bomb it in others (especially in key moments where the writer is meant to give it their all and showcase WHY their series is so popular and WHY they chose to write this series and about certain topics rather than do something else).

So yeah, if you wonder why this blog was made, and why MHA over everything else, now you know 😂.

#bnha critical #mha critical #anti bakugo #anti bakugou #anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugou katsuki #anti bakugo katsuki

[sevensoulmates]

And the first thing that appears in Buck's coma to try and trigger his memories of his real life is what? A ferris wheel, which is a call back to the tsunami, which is a call back to Christopher, specifically the day that cemented Buck's relationship in Chris and Eddie's family. Interesting. In an episode surrounding Buck gaining a "false" family, in a season surrounding Buck trying to gain another false family through being a sperm donor, the first sign we see of Buck's subconscious trying to warn him is symbolic of Eddie and Chris. Huh.

#911 rewatch #season 6 #buddie

[aarcanechaoss]

2. Car’s Outside

Masterlist | One | Three

Who knew something so tiny could change his whole world.

Warnings: implied unprotected sex, pregnancy | Higuzai

Notes: don’t ask - also sorry this is super long

“Higuchi what do I owe the pleasure?” Osamu Dazai was staring down at her like he had her all figured out.

He probably thought after two and a half months that she was back for another blissfull evening… she’d certainly rather that than what she was going to do.

Storming passed him she heard his signature chuckle, could feel the way his eyes grazed down her body.

The door shut with a click.

“Someone’s in a rush.” He smiled as she tugged back her hood so she could see his face better- so he could see her face better.

She’d been crying, sobbing over the news since her GP gave them to her so she knows how awful she looks let alone the violet beneath her eyes to prove how tired she was.

Dazai looked at her warily, waiting for her to say something, do anything as the cogs turned in his mind.

Did she want to leave the mafia?

Did she get hurt ?

The words caught in her throat. How hard was it to tell your enemy that you are pregnant and that it’s theirs… rhetorical question- extremely.

Instead she raised a piece of paper to him- she knew the words wouldn't come and so she'd been prepared.

~~*~~

Osamu Dazai had expected many things when Ichiyo handed him that note.

The PM needed him.

Akutagawa needed him.

She wanted another blissful night with him beneath his sheets and was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Granted with how it looked like she had been crying...

His heart stopped beating for a moment as the words tumbled from the page and cemented themselves in his brain.

Pregnant.

Surely not. This was a joke- a bad one at that or she’d been black mailed and this was a cry for help.

He looked back up at her. Her eyes were too wide for it to not be real fear.

“It’s yours.”

Surely not.

“Are you sure?” … a kid? A kid made of his own DNA… it sounded like a recipe for disaster.

“You’re the only person I’ve been with in a year Dazai so unless my body stored sperm from a year and a half ago you are the father.”

Oh.

“I’m not happy about it either Dazai but you deserved to know.” Her arms wrapped around herself, like she was trying to make herself smaller. “It wouldn’t be fair to any of us if I kept that from you even if you don’t want to be a part of their life.”

His eyes dropped to her stomach, like he was trying to see through the thick hoodie and into her womb.

“You’re serious?”

“I have a scan next week- feel free to show or don’t. I know you have my number so just text me whether or not you are.” She spun on her heel, hands reaching for her hood again. To leave, to escape.

“When?”

“What?”

“I asked when. When is the appointment Higuchi?” It felt more like an order than a question once it left his lips.

“Friday at eleven thirty.” She looked at him with unease.

“I’ll be there.”

The look she shot him after told him all he needed to know. She didn’t believe him.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Fuck morning sickness.

“Go home for the week you might have a bug.”

Akutagawa had barely looked at her when he’d said that- and a distant part of her knew he’d never look her way again when he found out the truth. That she had slept with the one man he wanted recognition from more than anyone else and that she was facing the consequences of it.

Now here she was on Friday at eleven thirty sat in the small clinic scrolling on her phone as she waited for her name to be called.

Dazai wasn’t here.

It wasn’t like she expected anything else.

Fucking hell she was nervous, her heart racing at the idea of something growing inside her, that she was carrying a whole new life.

Whether Dazai was present or not she was keeping the baby- even if it meant she had to stay in the mafia longer.

“I’m here.” Her head whipped to the left, towards the door where a panting Dazai was stood. “Not too late I hope.”

She momentarily forgot she was in a clinic when he strolled towards her and sat down. She shook her head at him.

“I haven’t been called in yet.”

She looked him over, trying to decipher why he was late.

“Kunikida wouldn’t let me leave.” He sank into the chair. “Apparently family emergency was a terrible lie.”

She snorted, he could only smile.

“Higuchi, Ichiyo.” The doctor called.

And so shakily she stood and Dazai followed behind.

~~*~~*~~*~~

How weird was it to stare at an ultrasound image without moving for hours?

Probably pretty weird but Dazai would ignore that for now especially as he sat in his apartment doing that exact thing.

She was actually pregnant, and he was the father. He’d love to joke and say jury’s out on that, but he knew better, the baby was his.

Whose ability would they have? (What even was Higuchi’s ability?)

Would his ability cancel out any possible chance the baby would have one at all?

~~*~~*~~*~~

“Oh shut the fuck up.” Higuchi snapped at Akutagawa.

She snapped at.. her mind was reeling, fucking hormones and yet she was still barely showing. Passing the four month mark had been an entirely different entity to Akutagawa’s bitching and moaning for the day.

Dazai wouldn’t speak to me today. Weretiger had all his attention.

Yeah well she’s had more so fucking suck it.

She spun on her heel, regret clear on her face but she wasn’t quite in the mood to apologise- not when she was late to her lunch with said ex-mafioso.

The office fell quiet. Tachihara, Gin and Hirotsu’s heads snapping towards her while Akutagawa just froze.

Deciding to deal with it later she grabbed her bag and practically bolted out of the the room.

“How'd you manage to piss Higuchi off?” Tachihara asked- a much quieter answer, that she was too far away to hear now, followed.

“I don’t know.”

Dazai was happily sitting in the little cafe booth in the far corner.

“Sorry I’m late Akutagawa was monologuing.” She said, tugging off her long grey coat before she sat.

His eyes fell straight to the soft swell in her belly.

“I expected no less.” The brown eyed man laughed. “Ranpo tried to get me on the way out today.”

She winced.

“Oh no.”

“It was about snacks thankfully so we’re still in the clear.”

“That’s good. I'm still not ready for people to know...”

“Hmm yeah.” His eyes trailed back down towards her stomach now covered by the table. “Any news back on the sex yet?”

Her eyes flew wide for a second before she turned to her bag, shuffling through everything until she picked up an envelope.

“I haven’t opened it yet.”

“Aww waiting for me Belladonna?”

“Shut up.” He smiled at her- teasing asshole.

Quickly and delicately Higuchi opened the letter, eyes scanning the page before handing it over to him with a soft smile.

“Girl.” He grinned- he probably looked mad.

Somehow it just made all the sense in the world right now.

#bsd fluff #bungou stray dogs fluff #higuzai

[angelasscribbles]

Star Crossed: Epilogue

 Series: Star Crossed

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Drake, Liam x Maxwell

Rating: G

Warnings: none

Word Count: 377

My other stuff: Master List.

Crown Princess Eleanor Rys ran down the hallway followed closely by her younger brother Prince Alexander.

Riley sidestepped them as they nearly collided with her, giggling and shrieking as they chased each other through the palace.

“You okay there?” Drake laughed softly as reached out to steady her.

“I’m fine.” She replied as she watched them disappear around the corner.

She was the biological mother of both of Liam’s biological children and she loved them dearly, but Liam and Max were their parents. She and Drake filled more of an aunt and uncle role in their lives. She had willingly donated her eggs and let a surrogate carry them.

“I’m just surprised Jax and Jace aren’t right behind them.”

“Spoke too soon!” Drake chuckled, pulling her closer to him as his son Jaxon rounded the corner followed closely by Jace.

Riley and Liam had come clean about their arrangement in an exclusive interview with Ana De Luca a year after Constantine’s death. There had been some grumbles from the older, more conservative members of court, but for the most part, the public didn’t care, as long as they were good rulers. And they were.

Jax had been conceived after both of Liam’s biological children were born and cemented into the line of succession.

Liam had asked Riley for one more egg and she had been happy to donate again. This time, to be combined with Max’s sperm.

Prince Jason Percival Beaumont Rys had been fully and legally adopted by Liam, giving him two legal fathers. It had been precedent-setting for Cordonia and most of Europe.

“You sure you’re okay?” Drake asked, dropping his hand to her stomach.

“Yes, baby girl Walker and I are both just fine.” She told him before tilting her head back for a kiss.

“Okay then. Let’s get going,” he guided her down the hall, “Liam and Max are waiting and we’re going to win game night this time!”

Riley giggled. Liam and Max always won, but that didn’t stop Drake from being competitive. “Leo and Liv are coming too, right?”

“Yes, and Bert and Sav. Also, Hana and Madeleine.” He shuddered a little. That was still a pairing that he would never understand.

“Perfect!” Riley chirped.

She meant it.

Everything was perfect.

#star crossed #angelasscribbles #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #drake walker

[shitouttabuck]

it doesn't seem like it but man do I wish something happens and buck gets the baby lol the "he's perfect" scene absolutely broke my heart

okay i think my opinion differs pretty wildly i wouldn’t want buck to get the baby in Any context like whether or not something happened to the baby’s parents i am absolutely certain he wouldn’t go to buck, but also i wouldn’t WANT the baby to because, and you’re right, the “he’s perfect” scene is heartbreaking in ways i can’t even articulate—i have like three different posts in my drafts over the last year trying to put to words the ache in the way he looks at the baby and has to look away, because yeah, he’s perfect, but he’s not buck’s, and would never be buck’s, because he was never meant for buck at all.

i think that’s a large part of the heartbreak for buck too, knowing he’s capable of creating a family of his own, but still not having it. he’s perfect, and buck made him, but he’s not buck’s and won’t ever be buck’s. that’s the part that kills me the most, the callback to buck being only as wanted as his body is useful. which is untrue, obviously, as his actual family works so hard to remind him of, but. the sperm donor arc just kind of brings that shit up for me (it’s the same episode he pulls that bicycle car chase shit - again with the falling back on bad habits of seeing his body as a tool) and just makes me. so so so sad.

im really really really hoping the buck & chris scenes in season 7 just further cement that he has this kind of family already, he exists as a parent already, he’s just built it in a different way than he ever thought he was going to

#sorry i’m genuinely so achey about this storyline this rewatch is hitting HARD #it made me so sad the first time around it was literally what made me write my first ever fic #ask #anon

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

Dave has someone as amazing as your mom seems to be, and he’s cheating on her? How fucking dumb can a guy *get*??

Mom is awesome, she's just not in good health anymore, and unfortunately, when health starts to decline in very obvious ways(there's a difference in knowing someone is disabled, and it being a visible thing) they started to feel like they're missing out on better things. Mom gave up on romance long ago, and Dave cheating, being just like every other guys she's been with(my sperm donor included), only cemented it further.

This is a partnership of convenience now. Life would be harder for both without each other, so we're all stuck together.

And yet mom is STILL mindful of what she says in front of Bethy cuz even with me, she wouldn't bad-mouth sperm donor when I was around.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Royalty au

All of Gai’s advisor’s breath a huge sigh if relief when Rin announces her pregnancy. He’s having a child with the queen which means the royal line with continue on.

They immediately start holding their breath again when they realize that no such announcement has come from Kakashi and Shizune

Not because they actually care. Who the royal guard is doesn’t depend on blood, but on skill.

Still, them not having a child means Kakashi’s still free to sleep around with the king in their minds (which he’s going to do anyways, while Shizune pays the Queen some extra special attention) so they need him to have a kid

To cement his relationship with Shizune as ‘legit’

What they fail to realize is that is never going to happen. Not because Kakashi and Shizune wouldn’t be great parents, but because neither of them have the sperm required to produce a child.

Kakashi has the exact same reproductive organ’s as shizune. They’d need a donar for that kid, and the one they’re probably getting is the last one they want

#Trans Kakashi #Pregnancy #Royalty au #Kakagai #RinShiz #KakaShiz

[angiethewitch]

im so annoyed by this whole thing about "rhaenyras children are bastards" because like. they're not. they're legitimate. let's discuss.

firstly, laenor married in to her family, not the other way round. she was right when she told jace that his paternity doesn't matter because he is a targaryen. because he is. the line of succession starts with viserys and ends with rhaenyras kids. if rhaenyra married into the velaryon family, yes, those children would be bastards, any children laenor had outside of rhaenyra could also be considered legitimate - because she would have married into the ruling family. but he married into the ruling family, which means honestly, he was only there as a status symbol. this is why cersei's children were bastards and therefore heavily scrutinised, whereas nobody really gave a flying fuck about roberts kids. why do you think joffrey ordered the murder of all of his children? because joffrey knew that roberts kids were a threat to his throne because his father was the king.

secondly, laenor knew about the children's true parentage, but claimed the children as his own anyway. he claimed the children as his legitimate children, effectively cementing their status as velaryon-targs. doesn't matter if their sperm donor was the hot commander of the city watch, laenor was their father. adoptive parents can be real parents! that's why Jon considered himself a stark, not a targ.

thirdly, viserys has literally called rhaenyras children legitimate heirs over and over. daenerys legitimised gendry in the same way. theres no ceremony or anything, a ruler can literally just say it. viserys, countless times, has sat there and said that those children are legitimate, they are heirs to the throne, over and over. of course viserys isn't stupid, he knows those aren't laenors kids, but his anger lies in the fact everyone keeps ignoring him when he says "they are legitimate children". and it's not even that viserys' rule is in question, the way we saw in GOT - he is very clearly the king and there's no question about it.

the bastard question shouldn't even be a question. those children are legitimate in 3 different ways. the hightowers don't care about the law, alicent is mad that rhaenyra managed to claw back a modicum of agency and happiness in a world that is dedicated to treating women like objects to push babies out of when alicent couldn't because she was being manipulated and abused by everyone around her. that's the tragedy of it. alicent enforces the status quo, rhaenyra upsets it just by existing.

#angie talks #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd spoilers

[m3r1m4r5u333]

About the Buck-becoming-a-sperm-donor-storyline...

I'm telling you, the show's been foreshadowing Buddie having a second child for years. I don't know if something will happen to the parents and Buck ends up with the baby, or there's some other way he'll end up being a parent (again), but the foreshadowing has been and continues to be a theme.

First of all, the scene in 3x10, Buck's playing with Christopher and Denny. They talk about 'adding more cement'. What's cement? Well, children often are. They tend to cement relationships.

Buck asks Denny and Chris "Alright, who needs more cement?" Chris and Denny both go "me!" And Buck goes 'Alright, first we'll do you Denny, this big old piece!' (which I read as HenRen get another (older?) child... And then Buddie do, because Buck said "first"... which implies that there's more to follow.

Oh and Chris also asks if he can spend the Christmas with Buck and Buck goes

"I'm sorry buddy(!).. but I'm going to be WORKING ON Christmas with your dad".

And Chris goes "stupid work 😑😤" This is totally the writers going "I'm sorry that buddie is progressing so slowly. It's a work in progress, we're building the relationship!"

Then also in season 5 we see Christopher freaking out about needing christmas to be PERFECT. And there are FOUR sockings hanging on the mantle. Odd isn't it, since currently the Diaz-Buckley family unit only has three family members? They're totally foreshadowing a second child!!

Also, I'll just throw this bit here since I haven't seen people freak out about this scene quite enough:

So... Ramon says this to Eddie, right? They're hinting that EDDIE'S biological clock is also ticking. They'll have a second child, I'm calling it.

#911 buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #911 speculation

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

Eddie: "Well, the rain finally started." (aka the other shoe finally dropped as expected)

Buck: "It's kind of weird but it ended up being a really nice night. Kind of felt like we were an actual family."

Eddie: "You are an actual family."

Buck (with that little familiar smile and duck of his head): "It never felt that way before."

Bobby: "So maybe you all made some progress there. That's good. Life's too short to take those relationships for granted."

Eddie: "Sounds like your family had your back on the whole donation thing. That's definitely progress."

Buck: "No, they, uh, they totally thought that was an idiotic decision. They just weren't going to let Chimney's dad have the last word on it.

1, Eddie has no idea what he's about to be in for.

2, Eddie hasn't been in much of the episode which would be weird given how he was emotionally supportive and present for Buck back in season 4 when Buck's parents came around & it would be even weirder to bring Albert back for it but not Eddie. However, I see what they're doing here. This is about Buck, as we all know, and he & Eddie are not on the same page as evidenced not only be the sweat shirt/suspenders from the turnout gear locker scene but also Buck not being honest with Eddie about his parents' actual reaction to the donor news. Which would be weird considering again what happened in season 4 and how he had no problem being honest with Eddie (or Bobby) then, but this is all setting up Buck to go on this journey that we're about to see so he can come full circle in his arc himself. And he needs to do that himself in order for there to be the full growth/development he needs to experience in order to get to Buck 4.0 and set him up for his future (aka Buddie). So it's no coincidence that he's not being completely honest here with Eddie or Bobby (his father figure & the person that sometimes mirrors Eddie himself).

3, The universe is about to get very loud again. Buck isn't listening to it and it's obvious because of him just saying what he said to Eddie even though we the viewers know differently (and thus we are supposed to question just why Buck is telling Eddie and Bobby something different when we know Buck is probably over the moon about his parents' real reaction, primarily Eddie since they are facing each other & his answer is directly to Eddie's statement). Buck had no problem admitting that it felt like they were a family to Eddie and Bobby who both commented on it. But Eddie was the only one to bring up the donor issue (which means it's on his mind & most likely what's bothering him, just like in 6A when we saw the four-way phone call, also notice no Hen or Chim in the engine at this point, Chim who would call bull on what Buck just said & Hen who Buck confided in before everyone else about the donor decision) and that's when Buck gives him that line. The sperm donor issue isn't just an issue for Buck; it's an issue for Eddie, too. This cements it. The fact that Bobby doesn't comment on it or say anything akin to Eddie shows just who this issue is going to affect/impact moving forward. And I think iirc there was talk about a possible dating scenario for Eddie in this back half of the season? This all jives exactly with that scenario if it happens. Buck and Eddie need to get on the same page first before anything can happen.

4, Bobby! Life is too short to take those relationships for granted??? While it's being made obvious that Buck is still holding something from Eddie and vice versa? You're killing me here. Do I really have to wait another week to see how this is all going to play out with what's coming? Especially for Buck's life? 911 writers, have mercy!

5, for those who say Buddie isn't a real thing, it won't go canon, and whatever else: the fact that the universe (aka the writers/show) has gotten involved each and every single time when it comes to these two guys and their arcs means they're moving towards it. Accept it, love it, live it, and move on. The whole roadmap has been set out before us; season 7 is going to be lit.

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