#the fall of leviathan

[beethatwee]

I am struggling SEVERELY with Eclipse’s colors, so consider this subject to change! I do like the warm tones for his spikes though

He is very spiky

[communistkenobi]

another thing that bourdieu says that I feel very deeply is that if you investigate any social phenomena long enough you arrive at the state. I didn’t start in academia particularly interested in the state as an object of study but it has ended up being completely unavoidable

[vnknownmc]

leviathan is heavily battling for my most favorite brother

He's still losing to mammon but! at least hes trying!!! Leviathan i love you so much, my true friend.

have a cute little doodle page expect most of the doodles are fully coloured and shaded

[l3viat8an]

Ik I just sent something in but I was reading some of your thirsts (per usual) and was wondering what do you think the brothers would call mc on the norm? Like pet names and stuff!! Personally here's my take:

Lucifer is definitely a traditional man, so names like Darling and Sweetheart would be used by him the most!

As whiney as Mammon is I believe he would use Baby, Babe and Doll Face for Mc

Now, as cringe Levi thinks pet names are, I believe he would use Love and Sweetie for his player 2! As well as the occasional Love Bug!

Satan being the bookworm that he is would use the most romantic nicknames like Darling, My love, and Angel!

Asmo!! He would use the cutest nicknames like Cutie, Beautiful and Sweetheart!

Beel would most likely use sweeter pet names such as, Sugar, Pumpkin, And My Love!

Belphie is super annoying with his nicknames, normally going over the top like Honey-Bunch or Sweetie pie, but when he's not feeling silly he'll use Baby, Sugar and Sweetheart!

This is so much longer then my usual ask SORRY POOKIE<3 (also hopefully my other ask sent this time >_<)

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Omggg okay!!- I’ve gotta say that yours are spot on ‘n I agree!

Most of mine are the same but I’m the type of person that loves silly pet names too jsjsjsj

Lucifer usually sticks to darling ofc it’s simple and very sweet. Also; ‘little lamb / my lamb’, it’s so cute yk. and if Lucifer’s in a really playful mood he’ll call you ‘the apple of my eye.’

For Mammon ofc I gotta mentioned treasure. Because you are his treasure! Darlin’ which he always pronounces with an extra drawl. and ‘human / my human.’ yea it kinda started out as an insult- but now it’s probably his favorite pet name for you hkjkh

Levi has a hard time with pet names so usually he just sticks with lover, player two and ‘my Henry!’ But when he’s trying to be extra sweet or he’s just really happy he calls you angel! because in his eyes you really are an angel.

Satan uses ‘my love’ and darling the most- he also calls you ‘my sunshine.’ and I know it’s kinda overused but ‘Mi Vida’ (which means ‘my life’).

Asmo calls you every pet name he can think of the cuter the better! Sweetheart, sweetie, honey, sweet cheeks, hon, kitten, lovely, ‘my lover’- and so, soooo many more but I can’t list them all. If you can think of a cute pet name Asmo’s going to use it <3

Beel has so many food related pet names it’s just adorable!! Like; cupcake, sugar plum, pumpkin, sweet pea, buttercup, sugar- and that’s just the ones I can think of off the top of my head!- Beel has a million more lolol and ofc sweetheart.

Belphie like you said already is a bit…over the top with his pet names like honey-bunch and shmoopie. but when he’s not just teasing you he’ll use sweet pet names like; ‘my star’, starlight, sweetheart, love, lover and even darling occasionally. 

(‘n don’t be sorry I LOVE hearing about pet/nick names they’re always so cuteee!!!- ‘n I just saw your other ask 🤭 that’s gonna be fun~)

[iamanactualmeme]

introducing: ford feeding waddles 2.0 while stan finds himself in a not-so-ideal situation!

these r fun to draw =3

[evolutionsvoid]

For the seafolk, the wide open ocean provides many things. The fish that fills their bellies and the wind that fills their sails. Fluids wrung from catches or skimmed from the surface, and great beasts of the deep that can bring food and wealth to entire villages. But of course one of the greatest things the sea provides to them is something that cannot properly be measured, for it is freedom. The open ocean is vast and wild, ruled by no master, governed by no laws. And these folk sit upon the very cusp of it, looking out into a blue horizon of endless possibilities. It goes with a question that outsiders to this world may ask: why are they called "seafolk" when they are just regular people? Why are they treated as some separate group despite being just like you and me? It is that vast endless ocean that makes all the difference...

Living upon the coast and sea changes a person, perhaps not always physically. Working in the sun and salt, at mercy of the weather and temperamental waters. Cast enough nets, hunt enough leviathans, and you see things that cannot be conveyed by land words. Witness events and strange beings that fly in the face of terrestrial teachings. If you were to ask the Church, indeed the seafolk are different people despite the similarities, and that is because the ocean has a place in their very essence that can never be purged. For those on land, the golden faith is absolute and everywhere. There are not many other options for religion or beliefs, and there is little escape for those who wish to separate themselves from it. But that great sea is a world the Church cannot control, where their laws and reach are weak and scattered. They may be able to enforce their teachings when folk are on dry land, but for the seafolk, all it takes is a single boat and sail to vanish into another world entirely. So easy to submerse oneself in powers and ideas that cannot be held back, to bear witness to divinity that is not found on dry land. Thus, the Church does label them as "seafolk," for they are a different breed for sure.

And for the seafolk, life is different compared to those who remain on land. While they do partake in farming and livestock rearing, most of their food and resources are collected by harpoon and net, rather than shovel or pitchfork. Just as a farmer casts seed upon fertile fields, the fisherman casts a net into rich waters. Where the hunter may draw back their bow to down a beast for supper, the whaler readies a harpoon to sink deep into blubbery flesh. Similarities and differences alike. To the landfolk, life on the turbulent and violent seas seems insane, going after leviathans that could easily crush boats and end the lives of dozens. But to the seafolk it is all normal, an everyday thing. To them, life locked on the unchanging land feels imprisoning and mind numbingly boring. Just another day of tending to dirt! For sure, there are some who may find such a simple dry life good and peaceful, and history has shown a number of fishermen and whalers who retired to the land after particularly haunting voyages. But a fire still burns within many seafolk, a desire to sail out into that great blue yonder and see what the ocean has in store for them. That is why, despite the fact whalers live dangerous and volatile lives, you would be hard pressed to find more driven folk ready to dive into the unknown.

Hunting the leviathans of the deep is a rough job, but it is a vital aspect of life for the seafolk, for the riches that come from such hauls are irreplaceable. Upon the coast, there are very little in sake of mines to dig up stores of ivory and fluids. Instead, it is through these beasts that they harvest ivory, scales, blubber, oil, ambergris and fluids in vast quantities. Each leviathan slain provides a treasure trove of resources, be it building materials, food, fuel or even medicine. Thus the ships must sail out to find these great beasts, or else they will be required to rely more and more on landfolk for certain supplies. And to the seafolk, each desperate trade and emergency deal with them or the Church is another shackle to bind them. So ready the sails and sharpen the harpoons, it is time for a hunt!

For whalers, one of the most common leviathans they hunt is known as the "Twin Spout Leviathan." A great fish with the body of a barrel, a crimson mane, six curved tusks and two mighty spouts that erupt like geysers. The Twin Spout is a hardy species found in a variety of fluids, feeding upon the schools of fish and invertebrates found in the open sea. Scaly hides protect them from predators, while their sharp beak and curved tusks give them weapons in fights or mating disputes. Twin Spouts travel in pods, using numbers to keep away greater threats and to aid in corralling prey for easier feeding. These leviathans are well versed in using their dual blowholes, and know how to control the direction and power of their eruption. It is believed they are used for signaling others, for bubble-net feeding and perhaps even washing off parasites and hitchhikers when they surface. Unfortunately for them, these iconic spouts are precisely what the whalers are looking for, leading them straight to the pod. They gained the name "Twin Spouts" not just because they possess two of these structures, but because that is what watchers up high would yell out to the crew below when they spotted the two geysers upon the horizon.

Twin Spouts are considered a good "all around" leviathan, providing a fair balance of meat, blubber, oil and scales. When one wants a little bit of everything, the Twin Spout is the good choice. But like all leviathans, these resources don't come for free. Twin Spouts have heavy scales that can deflect harpoons, and great bulk to slam into ships. Their precise use of their dual orifices has led to them learning the skill of blasting ship decks with watery eruptions. It is advised for the hunters to ready safety ropes and bailing buckets when one of these leviathans is approached, as it won't be long before waves of ejected fluid will be washing across the deck. But when victory is achieved, the spoils go to the victor. The scales of a Twin Spout are sold or used for armor, be it for a person or a boat, while smaller imperfect pieces may be carved or fashioned into talismans and good luck charms. The tusks are popular for weapons and scrimshaw, which is a treasured art for the seafolk. Any sailor, fisher or whaler that truly lives on sea will have scrimshawed pieces on their person, be it their weapons, equipment, jewelry or decoration. For many on the high seas, it is their greatest visual art and method for storytelling when words cannot be used. Families tend to have scrimshawed tusks or pieces as heirlooms, stories of their ancestors passed down again and again.

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Now that we are all done with those puny fish, time for some REAL sea beasts!

[sumikae]

I found Priest's speech "children are not their parents' property" to Bel a bit out of place, but when I think about it that sentence kinda puts an end to Sloth arc and becomes the prominent criticism in Pride arc. Throughout the chapter, Lucifer keeps putting himself in the "parent" role, outright calling humanity "children." The promised reward after finishing household chores, the little scolding after Verge chopped wood incorrectly, the relaxed response after Verge apologized and "learned his lesson", the dismissive attitude toward their questions in a typical "jeez you're still kids can't help if you try to slack off ok fine" manner, the way he encourages Priest and Verge like a father nudging his kids to try their best. And aside from its religious symbolism, fishing is also a common father and child bonding activity (L��a's dad had intended to take her out fishing before Beelzebub happened). All while talking about how he won't let Father do whatever he pleases with their lives. It's almost like he is presenting himself as the fun and supportive adult and God as the overly strict and neglectful one. After all, he's just showing them his opinions and advice, they have their own free will to choose whether to join him; compared to Father who has always been forcing his children to follow his vision, isn't Lucifer the better one?

[radarchives]

[enoe-of-noen]

“Look What I Can Do!”

I forgor so, I combined day 4 - 5! 🥰

Prompt(s) from @obeymetournaments here!

Mc raced through the halls of HOL, determined to knock on the third born’s door. “Lev! Levi! Levia-chan!”

The door swung open, a confused and slightly sleepy Leviathan looking around. “Hm?” Without a second to process the thumping of footsteps, Mc pounced onto him. “WHAGH-“

“So you know how I’m learning spells with Soloman, right?” “Yeah-“

“Well, well, well!” Mc hopped off of Leviathan’s chest and onto their feet. They waved their hand as they whispered words under their breath. Their eyes and hand glowed, a mystic energy wrapping around Leviathan’s body.

Suddenly, he was lifted to his feet. He shivered at the feeling of being levitated, finding his footing. “C-cool..” he trembled. Mc was jumping in excitement, “isn’t he the best?! And guess what’s cooler?!”

Leviathan frowned before quickly putting on a smile. Albeit, a weak one. “Wh-hat..?” He wheezed. Mc was being too energetic for him right now, but he didn’t have the heart to push them away.

“Watch, watch!” They took in a deep breath, raising Leviathan’s brow. “Uh..” “Shh.” They planted their feet, slowly raising their hand. With another breath, they grinned and quickly pointed at Leviathan.

Leviathan’s confusion grew before he glowed in a bright light. He felt fabric flowing around him and wrapping his skin, his hair slightly blowing. The light died down and he was poofed into a new outfit.

He ran his hands down the dark purple skirt, his face heating up. “Uhm..what is with this..?” He looked up, tipping the large hat on his head to see its detail. Its inside was orange. The outer colour similar to the skirt. “A witch hat?” He shrugged and noticed the small cloak on his shoulders. Fluff on the inside of the hood. Same colour as the hat that faded into an orange. He looked down and wore a nicely fit, white shirt. Finally noticing the black and orange striped thigh highs he was wearing. His blush grew tenfold.

“Mc?! W-what am I wearing?!” He flushed, hiding his face in the cloak’s fluffy hood. “I saw you had this design in mind for a while. At least, enough to draw it out.”

“Seriously..” he grumbled. “Spotted it on one of our gaming nights. Now with this spell, I was able to conjure it up for you!” “Oh?”

“It’d be the perfect halloween costume! You’ll be the prettiest witch ever!” Leviathan chuckled at Mc’s words, checking himself out again. “Well..I wouldn’t mind, lol.”

“Want me to be the broom?”

“What?”

[applecherry108]

I have a theory. .

[avirtualdrive]

Oh the bus has killed itself.

[downbadfordraper]

Finished Leviathan Falls last night, which is the last book in the Expanse series. Gonna let that sit for a while. Write some fic. Feel some feelings. Lie on the floor for a bit, maybe.

[thewolfno11-blog-blog]

Read chapter 83, WTF

jefsdhfie.bfvk.esngvnlKkvgnek. EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!?!. THE HELL DID I JUST READ. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

*One hour later*

Okay..... I am.... calm now....... what a way to end the Sloth arc. More undercut.

First, thanks, Marco. You literally messed up everything. I know you saw that black halo on my son's head. That's your fault. Pointing fingers aside, it seems our favorite priest has truly fallen. You could clearly see how his miracle was tainted, aside from the fact he attacked his friends and colleagues. Honestly, not quite sure how I feel about that. Damn, the exorcist really did fall. I do feel bad for Leah, Barbara, and Mika though. They never wanted Father-kun to go through all this.

The next arc will probably be Pride. I have heard the theory that Mr. Priest and Lucifer are the same. Personally, I would prefer it if that was not the case. Lucifer is considered the first fallen angel. In the entire manga, there have only been 3 mentions of that demon lord. We do not even know what their deal is. I think it would be more interesting for Father-kun to meet the first person who has fallen and learn from them as he has fallen himself now.

Staying on the topic of demon lords. It's super cool that Leviathan helped Mr.Priest out. I am glad he remembered the offer she gave him. Side note she must be pissed. I mean she raised Imuri as her own daughter so if she ever decides to go after Marco. Hope the dude likes sea burials. She's even mad at Mr.Priest "Took you long enough!!". Girl, give him a break. This arc was about sloth anyway, of course, he had a hard time remembering.

Speaking of sloth. I really want to see Bel's reaction too. Like dude and his boy had a proper goodbye and everything. Like, imagine him having 10 maybe 15 minutes of peace and contentment, only to suddenly sense that his boy is in hell with him. Telling you Belphegor will come running as soon as he finds out.

Another thing that has me really excited is that this coming arc we're spending in Gehenna. In the past, I have mentioned that I wanted an arc to take place in hell and I can't believe it's actually happening. That last shot was so cool and were those dragons?!

But let's not forget page 19. We can fix that, right? Right? RIGHT? God, I don't know what will happen to those two. Come to think of it, did the witches even get a demon lord fragment?

Bro, where do we even go from here? I mean stop Satan? Is that even possible at this point? There is also still Baba Yaga we have to be worried about. Do we search for allies in Gehenna?

I am pretty sure that the only people Mr. Priest knows are the demon lords. Levy and Bel will help out. Mammon is a maybe, if my son can beat that guy in a fight I guess it's possible. Asmodeus is also a maybe I guess. Beelzebub probably not. Although he was disgusted by Satan's plan, so maybe. Don't count on it though. If this was all part of his plan, the dude is really shrewd.

Man at this point. Can my son even get a happy ending?

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Now Playing: Falling in Love

[Leviathan - Maybe, Just Maybe]

Pairing: Leviathan x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Who would've thought Leviathan will find such connection with someone one day? Certainly not him.

A/N: Mmmmm the third installment is here!! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Ngl, I kinda struggled writing this despite considering myself a Levi kinnie 😭

Special mentions to my moots who likes Levi, @cloudcountry, @officialdaydreamer00 and @amberheavendremurr. I hope you guys like this :D

Now Playing: Falling in Love playlist

MASTERLIST

"I'm afraid of the things in my brain,

But we can stay here and laugh away the fears."

Levi finds you odd.

Sure, you were strange for a human, but what he's weirded out the most was the fact that you've been hanging out with him a lot.

Not that it's a bad thing. In fact, he now surprisingly enjoys your presence compared to when you two first met.

He just finds it odd that out of the seven demons you were living with, you chose to stick with him. After all, he's not as cool as Lucifer, as charismatic as Asmo, as smart as Satan and Belphie, or as friendly as Beel. Heck, even Mammon has more social charm than he is, despite being a scumbag.

So why in the three worlds are you here, choosing him, instead of them?

Maybe you just find a weird otaku like him fascinating?

Yes, that's probably it, the voice in his head says. It's just a one-time fixation and your attention will soon divert to something else once you've scratched your curiosity.

.

.

.

"What?"

You gave him a confused look, the video game you were playing completely forgotten. He absent-mindedly asked the question while the two of you were in the middle of gaming.

"I- uh..."

He already asked, so he might as well...

"I-I'm just curious... I'm not as interesting as my brothers, and my interests can be hard to understand sometimes, so... why do you hang out with me so much?"

Silence filled the space between you, and every second of it filled him with dread.

"Levi."

Your soft voice broke the tense quietness.

"Y-yes?"

"Look at me... please?"

It took a while before he turned to look at you, although he still struggled to look you in the eyes.

"Levi, I don't think you're uninteresting compared to your brothers. In fact, you're far from it."

You reached out to take his hand, but not before looking back to him. When he didn't move, you took it as a sign and placed your hand on top of his. You continued.

"You are the most creative and passionate person I have ever met in my life. Sure, I may not understand the things that you're into sometimes, but I love hearing you talk about them. Because that means I get to know you more, even if just a little bit."

"...Y-you're just saying that to be nice, aren't you?"

Please, don't get my hopes up any longer if you don't really mean it.

You shook your head.

"Levi, I meant everything I said. So please believe me when I say that you are just as wonderful as your brothers. And even though you don't, I will be here to tell you how amazing you are," you say, gently squeezing his hand.

Finally, he took the courage to look you in the eyes, searching for any hints of insincerity. There were none.

And as he continued to stare, a new voice in his mind spoke.

Maybe, just maybe... he could believe you, even if just a little bit.

[menelron]

Envy’s Fall

Part 3/7

parts; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

[evolutionsvoid]

When one thinks of the seas, they think of the great blue expanse that stretches towards the horizon. The crystalline waters that have seen countless voyages and tales, a place of tempting unknowns. Compared to what is found on the lands, it is a Humor-less world, the waters neutral and empty. For sure, there can be floating globs of "sea snot" or bloody spots where fresh kills have been made, but the majority of the waters themselves are sterile. That is why the seafolk turn to the creatures and growths of the sea to gain these Humors and materials. Yet this does not mean that all seas are devoid of such previous fluids. Though it may seem like something from legend, there are indeed massive fluid bodies of raw Humor found out there. Seas of Phlegm, Blood, Black Bile or Yellow Bile. The reality is that they are smaller and rarer than the great oceans that separate continents. They tend to be "marginal seas," or that of inlets, gulfs and bays. Areas where surrounding land helps contain the excessive Humor, or where the very terrain weeps the Humor to feed it. Such seas are a sight to behold, where the blue vastness is replaced with red, green, yellow or black. There is no denying a strange beauty to it, and the unfathomable awe of so much Humor in one place. With such a bottomless source that contains its own special ecosystem, strangers to these shores may wonder why the seafolk don't rush to these areas to plunder such treasure. All the Humors you could want! And sea life plump with the stuff! Yet the voyages into them are quite uncommon. Why so?

Well, for one, the Humors present within these fluid seas are incredibly crude and tainted. Purity of a Humor affects its potency and potential, and you can't have entire populations of fish eating, living, dying and defecating in your fluids if you want high purity. Then of course the weather brings its own fluids to add to the mix, and whatever may seep in from the land around it or the estuaries that feed it. Left open and exposed in such quantities greatly degrades the quality of the Humor, making it diluted and pretty foul. Of course, there are methods to filter these liquids and purify the taint found within. With the right equipment and plenty of patience, one can indeed squeeze out viable Humors from this bottomless well. No doubt the Academy of Veritas Mundus could do such a thing! They have the technology! Yet, such an industry is still rare in these Humor seas, and why is that? The bluntest way to answer that is to ask one of the seafolk, who will gruffly tell you all the ways the Humor seas absolutely suck.

One would be hard pressed to find a sailor alive who would prefer voyaging on one of these fluid bodies over the pristine waters of the open ocean. Yes, the water and waves present their own problems and dangers, but their emptiness in comparison to the Humors makes such seas feel predictable and calm. Because while the glut of Humor found in these bodies are indeed crude and foul, they still possess the energeiai found within. And then take the vast quantities involved and multiply that by a million. The end results are some of the roughest, craziest, most violent and miserable seas anyone has ever set sail on. The power contained within the very waves and fluids wreck havoc upon the environment and weather, and the sheer consistency and properties of it cause hell for any vessel. With regular water, the worry is pretty much getting knocked overboard and drowning. That's it. But with seas like the Burning Seas, you have to worry about the xanthic waves burning through your hull or reducing you to a pile of bones.

Ah, but perhaps seas of Phlegm are far gentler than the others? For it is the Humor tied to healing and general peace. No doubt their properties create something more calm? In a way, yes, as the Sluggish Seas do not face some of the violent storms and general aggression that may plague others. Upon first sight of one, it would indeed seem tranquil. Even the blue waves that crash into the emerald waters of the mixing seas seem to calm upon touching it. Here, where two fluid bodies mix, everything seems alright. But once you start sailing into the Sluggish Sea itself, away from the diluted edges and further into the more concentrated heart, you quickly realize it is no paradise.

One would say that the first thing you notice is the slime, as the Phlegm seems to constantly generate a thick coating of it. The gunk builds up on the hull, clings to nets and lines, and sailors swear it seems to just appear on every surface and garment exposed to the thick air. But it is the very air itself that may stop you from even noticing the endless slime, as if you aren't wearing the right protection, you may be passed out long before you see these globs. In such quantities, the medicinal properties of Phlegm betray the flesh, as its evaporation creates a miasma of sedative vapor. Recall the feeling of calm and peace that washes over you when the Church burns censers full of Phlegm, now pretend that it replaced all the air you breath. The air on the Sluggish Sea is thick with the stuff, capable of knocking a full grown oliphant out within minutes. Folks who breath it in will find their body plagued by insidious relaxation, causing muscles to ignore orders from the mind. The head will grow light, the brain blurry. It is like one being dosed with tranquilizers, but it is in the very air. If one does not put on protective masks or filters, they will soon pass out. Thus, those who sail the Sluggish Seas must constantly wear masks and devices to filter the air and remove the stupefying effects. Including when you sleep or are below decks if the ship isn't specially designed to keep that haze out. Add that to the fact that the slime seems to practically grow on you, and you can see why folks absolutely hate this place.

But despite its troubles, there are wondrous prizes and materials to be gained from these seas. Congealed globs of sea snot are far more plentiful here, which means more medicine and healing Phlegm for those who scoop it up. And of course there are beasts that live within these fluids, their flesh dripping with the stuff, but in better quality than the crude sea. The resources pulled from their bodies are truly unique and valuable, infused with incredible properties. The Humor seas may be torture to sail upon, but the rewards can be well worth it. And thankfully, there are many creatures from those regions that have spread to nearby waters, where the Humor has been diluted and weakened to make the sea far less miserable. The Snothead leviathan is one such beast.

As mentioned, the Snothead originates from Sluggish Seas, which makes sense for a creature seemingly made entirely from congealed Phlegm. Unlike other leviathans, you will find very little bone or ivory here. Save for their spiky jaw and spines, there are no hard materials within its flesh. The whole thing is like a fleshy bag of fluids, with thick hide made of tendrils and congealed scabs. They swim about with the use of flippers and undulations from these tendrils, lazily drifting through the deep. Their porous body allows them to absorb nutrients from the fluids around them, though a diet of more solid food is needed to keep this hulking body moving. The Snothead feeds upon soft bodied prey, like squid and jellies, as they can easily be snagged by their barbed jaw and sucked down their throat. Though they aren't the fastest leviathans, they have ways to slow their prey down.

When food is detected, the Snothead will do one of two things. If the prey is in front of them, they will use their nasal orifice to fire out clouds of slimy, sticky Phlegm. The Humor is quick to congeal into snotty globs, gumming up gills and fins. Prey caught in the cloud will be trapped, allowing the leviathan to slurp them up at its leisure. If its food is all around its body, it will vent Phlegm from its many pores and infuse the surrounding water with a sedative. Prey is quick to grow numb and slow from the effects, making escape from its snaring jaw difficult. These same weapons are used against predators and foes, either knocking them out or trapping them in slimy goo.

While the Snothead does look pretty foul for many, there are treasures to be harvested from its corpse. Though the meat is almost more liquid than solid, it is ripe with Phlegm and it can be cooked or distilled into a variety of medicines, tranquilizers, recreational drugs and delicious soups. Its gummy scabs are used as wound sealers and topical painkillers, as rubbing one of these snotty chunks on an agonizing injury helps dull the bite. The thick rubbery hide makes from excellent materials when it comes to containers, shrouds and garments. With its infusion of Phlegm, the skin holds the ability to heal itself, creating a material that seals up any cut or hole that is put into it. This same property has also been used to repair vessels, as they are built from organic parts. Using the skin and scabs, crews can create wet "bandages" for their ship, spackling it over gashes and cracks. After a few hours, the stuff will wash away to reveal a faint scar where the wound once was. The jaws and spines are crafted into harpoons and weapons, as they carry a tranquilizing effect within them that can help calm angry leviathans and weaken their thrashing. For sure, the Snothead has many great uses, but one has to find and kill one first!

Snotheads do leave the Sluggish Seas, but they always remain close to the region, as they return there to reproduce. This means that crews have to seek out these biomes if they want to hunt one, and that typically calls for a whole lot of travel to reach these rare bodies. While the Snothead can be found in heavily diluted waters, your better chance of spotting one is deeper into the Sluggish Sea, which obviously has its downsides. Even if one can detect this leviathan in thinner waters, the beast must be slain before it can retreat back into the emerald tide. At that point you either have to give it up, or gear up and sail into the choking sea to finish the job. When a Snothead is attacked, they will rely on different techniques than other leviathans. Their gooey bodies do not make good rams or weapons, thus one doesn't have to worry about it cracking the hull. However, it will use its Phlegm abilities to try and subdue the crew. The nasal orifice will sneeze out globs of Phlegm that can trap whalers and make them sluggish. Apparently, it seems to trigger the body's response to allergens, resulting in hours of stuffy heads, leaking noses and general misery which doesn't help when one is trying to finish off a leviathan. Their bodies can also vent clouds of calming mist that can knock out attackers, requiring the use of masks if one doesn't want to pass out in the middle of a hunt.

Their squishy hide and very few organs make them hard to kill, as the vital points are few and the damage is soaked up as if it was a sponge. The trick is to target the spherical "brain" that is floating in its head, as that is the vital core. One will find, however, that it can be a bit trickier than imagined, because this organ appears to be able to move freely throughout its head, meaning it will totally dodge away from harpoons and piercing blows. One has to trap it in a cage of spears and then land the killing blow. And then comes the final challenge: harvesting as much as you can before the dead leviathan collapses into a melting heap of sickly skin. For this reason, crews may trap the beast and try to harvest what they can while it is still alive. Because once it dies, it takes minutes before its body dissolves into the sea, leaving you with a layer of ocean slime and a deflated sac of skin.

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Egads! A Germ Whale! Wait....not just any germ whale! Why, it is Moby Sick! The Great Blight Whale! Okay I'm done.