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plaguedocboi · 4 months

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Bottomless Pits

We post holes here, sir.

Sinkholes, pit caves, wells and cenotes all have one thing in common; sometimes they’re bottomless. Not truly “bottomless”, of course, but in appearance, reputation, or of incredible depth. We’ve seen a few of these “bottomless pits” in prior lists such as the Lost Sea in Tennessee or the Devil’s Hole in Nevada, but today we will focus on those strange places in the earth that seem to be endless.

1. Laguna Kaan Luum, Mexico

This one threw me for a loop because I was originally only seeing pictures like the one above, so I was like ‘oh, that’s cool, so it’s kinda like Dean’s Blue Hole, where it’s an ocean sinkhole right off the shore…’

No. It’s not that. Let’s zoom out a bit.

Yeah. This is a lake with one giant sinkhole in the middle! It’s about 2,000 feet across and reaches depths of 278 feet, with the surrounding shallows a very pleasant 4 feet deep! I’m mostly including it on the list because the full image hit me like a bus.

2. Sima Humboldt, Venezuela

Tepuis are large plateau mountains found across Venezuela, often with sheer sides and inaccessible tops that inspired explorers to imagine dinosaurs still surviving on these isolated mesas. Even on their own, tepuis are incredible, beautiful and mysterious. Add a sinkhole with an even more isolated forest at the bottom, and you have all the ingredients for some crazy shit to happen. Sima Humboldt and Sima Martel are two enormous sinkholes at the top of Cerro Sarisariñama. Humboldt is the largest at over a thousand feet across and nearly the same in depth, with a jungle flourishing at the bottom. The sinkhole forests are home to many endemic species of both plant and animals, but so far, no prehistoric monsters have been found in any of them.

3. Well of Barhout, Yemen

The “well of hell” is a massive sinkhole in the desert, measuring about 100 feet in diameter and plunging down over 300 feet. Understandably, there are many myths and legends about this place, including a story about an evil djinn which lives at the bottom and takes the head of anyone foolish enough to climb in. In fact, so pervasive are these legends that the sinkhole was only formally explored in 2021! Luckily they did not find any evil spirits, but they did find stalagmites which reached 30 feet tall, cave pearls, and waterfalls which provided refuge for frogs and snakes.

4. Myakka sinkhole, Florida

This murky abyss is filled with more than just water, it is also home to over a hundred alligators. Due to the poor visibility and very high concentration of large carnivores, it is very difficult to study this pit. Only a few people have ever glimpsed the bottom of this 134-foot deep sinkhole, but apparently we aren’t missing much because the water down there is stagnant and inhospitable to most life. Exactly why this area is so popular among alligators is still unknown, but it’s likely due to a combination of food availability and ideal temperatures.

5. The Pit cenote, Mexico

Like Cenote Angelita, The Pit is a layered cenote. The first 88 feet is freshwater, then there is a “fog” of hydrogen sulfide, below which lies over 300 feet of brackish water. The Pit is a spectacular-looking cenote, with an almost otherworldly quality, which makes it very popular among divers. So far, this pit has been explored to a depth of 390 feet, but unexplored passages extend further.

6. Thor’s well, Oregon

Like a drainpipe continuously swallowing an unbroken stream of ocean water, Thor’s well is often likened to a bottomless pit. However, it is actually only about 20 feet deep, and the drain effect is due to the fact that it connects back to the ocean, not swallowing the water but simply rerouting it. This does not mean that there is no danger, though. The rocks are slippery and sharp, and this area sees a higher than average number of ‘sneaker waves’; waves that look normal as they roll in but are actually much larger than they appear, potentially sweeping people out to sea as they retreat. The true danger here is the ocean, not the well.

7. Vouliagmeni Lake, Greece

This incredibly beautiful saltwater lake has been rumored to have healing properties for thousands of years, and today continues to draw in visitors for its medicinal minerals and “doctor fish”. But this famous lake hides a secret; a labyrinth of caves whose depths have never been fully explored, and whose connection to the ocean remains undiscovered. Passages stretch over a mile into the mountains, with an average depth of 260 feet. The largest of these caverns is nearly 500 feet wide and full of warm sea water. Although a spectacular diving spot, these unknown caverns are best not underestimated.

8. Santa Rosa blue hole, New Mexico

A gorgeous natural swimming hole, this cenote is roughly 80 feet wide and 80 feet deep (in most places) and is a popular destination for tourists. It was also used for diving certification tests, until an incident in 1976. There is one spot in this picturesque cenote that goes down much further than 80 feet; the entrance to a cave. In the dark, twisting passages, two young divers got lost and died, and the cave was later sealed with a metal grate to prevent other divers from attempting to enter. The cave was mostly forgotten about until 2013, when cave divers were given permission to attempt to map the area. The blue hole is at least 200 feet deep, but the bottom of the cave still has not been found.

9. Roaring River Spring, Missouri

This turquoise river bubbles up from a ten-foot wide pool of deep water hidden within a sheer-sided canyon. But despite its peaceful appearance, this spring discharges 20 million gallons of water a day, and the exact source is still unknown. In 1979, divers attempted to map the cave, but reached a point 225 feet down where the passage constricted and had a water flow like “the force of an open fire hydrant”, preventing them from going any further. In 2020, divers waited until the water flow was lowest in the summer and descended to a depth of 472 feet with no bottom in sight, making this the deepest spring in the US!

10. Your Mom.

I jest, of course. Here’s the real one:

Hranice Abyss, Czech Republic

A tiny greenish lake in the forest is the opening to the deepest freshwater cave in the world, deeper than the Empire State Building is high and still seemingly bottomless. It is so deep that scientists think it may have been formed by a totally different process than most freshwater caves; instead of water eroding away the ground from above, it may have been created by acidic groundwater coming up from below. And this water is extremely acidic, able to burn a diver’s skin if not covered properly. This, combined with fallen trees and other debris, poor visibility, and the sheer vertical drop of the cave, creates incredibly dangerous conditions for diving. Because of this, no diver or ROV has reached the bottom yet. But with a recent study using seismic sensors, scientists have estimated that the abyss may be over a kilometer deep, twice what was previously thought.

#long post #water rating #bathophobia

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yaut-jaknowit · 4 months

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An Accident

Pairings: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

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Summary: What you believed was enough time to recooparate after the incident, you go back to planning. You follow your way through the halls, learning patterns and what was ways were the quickest with less foot traffic. It's easy... until the lights go out. And you terrified, trembling in the darkness without We'ar-ow near you.

Author Note: Heyyyy, I know it's been over a month since the last post of this series. Please don't be mad. I'm slowly chipping away at the others but I was rushing to finish all the requests I had as well.

P.s. I will be reopening requests shortly!

Masterlist

Ao3

Though half the size of We’ar-ow’s bathroom, this room offered plenty. The tile comfortably warm in the morning of the ship’s day cycle. A mirror hung above the sink a few inches taller than average.

With your back turned to it, your fingers softly grazed over the healed mark carved into the back of your neck. It wasn’t horrible. You shivered at the memory painted inside of your head. It played over and over. You scoffed, shoulders sagging. She had pinned you down in front of her tribe and marked you as hers… after defeating your ex-mate.

Thinking about it now, it didn’t bother you as much.

Constantly, We’ar-ow has shown you nothing but compassion. May it be a little on the rough side. Say, dragging you out of bed to either shower or feed you; forcing you to straddle her lap as she renewed her scent on you; taking you out to her throne room. It wasn’t anything near a royal treatment, but it was a content life.

Three meals a day; a semi social life; clothes on your back. You took a deep breath in to fill you lungs before fully turning around to face yourself in the mirror.

Nothing much has changed about your appearance. The bags under your eyes have disappeared after two week since the incident. We’ar-ow had allowed you to sleep in her bed for the first week.

Then came… the thoughts. You returned back to your given room all on your own. We’ar-ow said nothing about it. Nothing changed. Things went back to the new normal of your life. That was that.

A shirt was tugged over your head and hung off of your shoulders. You still looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to find something amiss. When you came up empty handed, you shrugged and exited the bathroom. The sight of your strange bedroom didn’t bring you much relief. You couldn’t help the scowl that morphed your features at the dog-like bed in the corner.

Out of all the things that have changed since you’ve been with We’ar-ow, that was the one thing you hadn’t grown accustom to. A pet. A real pet.

Dwainet may have claimed you as a pet for your safety… but he never treated you as such. We’ar-ow constantly reminded you of your ownership. She owned you. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. But… her treatment was different than what you would’ve expected as her pet.

Something delicious wafted into the air. You breathed in a lung full, mouth beginning to water. Your stomach growled, longing for food. We’ar-ow had been gone in the afternoon yesterday, leaving you to fend for yourself. Since you’ve never cooked for yourself while being on the ship, you just went hungry. Plus, you were too timid to grab any fruits to hold you over until morning.

The door slid open at your presence. You peered out and found the lumbering giant in the minute kitchen, working on breakfast. A smile broke cross your face before you shook your head and strolled out.

Bare-footed, your feet made little pitter-patter noises on the metal floors. The metal was mildly warm to the touch. Quietly, you reached the counter and sat down on the stools meant for a creature at least a foot taller than you.

Right on time. We’ar-ow scooped whatever was on the pan and placed the plated food in front of you. A smile of thanks was thrown up at her. You gratefully dug into the food, starving. Actions like these made the title ‘pet’ not feel as bad. Your morals and emotions war with each on that front though. Unable to come to a conclusion that a life like this was fine. We’ar-ow wasn’t going to win you over that easily.

Mid-bite, a knock on the entrance door had you tensing up. Immediately, your heart begins to thunder in its bony cage. Your head whips around to stare at the dark metallic grey slab.

Ever since the scare on your first exploration… you were on edge. Someone had been stalking you, hunting you down that day. The mediocre knife that had been gifted to you would’ve done nothing to protect you from whoever that was. Said knife sat tied in its sheath to your waist band.

A warm hand jolted your muscles, gaze snapping to the person who laid their hand on you. We’ar-ow petted the top of you head in a soothing motion. “Do not fret, my pet. It is just Xilomere,” she explained, letting the limb slip off as she strolled over to the door.

Shakily, you reached down and rested a hand on top of your knife. Your eyes pinned on the door.

It registered in your mind what she had said only a few moments earlier. Your eyes narrowed. Xilomere? Who’s that?

The front door slide open and revealed a dark, moss green Yautja. Male by the size of him. Instantly, he bowed his head to We’ar-ow in front of him before lifting his upper mandibles. A smile. His posture lax, might you even say friendly.

His greying tresses were a sign of his older age, older than We’ar-ow. The extra wrinkles on his face aided that thought process. As you scanned his body, looking for anything that could be considered a threat, you noticed the lower portion of his right arm was gone. From the elbow down was missing. On his other arm, his pinky and the tip of his ring finger were missing as well. This Yautja had seen the hardships of this life to the full extent. Well, besides death, of course. You couldn’t help your hand tightening around the handle of your knife.

When his eyes moved past the face of We’ar-ow, they landed on you. Your whole body locked up, chest rapidly moving with short, quick breaths. The two of you staring each other down.

The moss green Yautja snorted with a chuckle. His arms lifted out at his sides at half-mast. “Ah, there is the ooman I’ve heard so much about!” His voice was on the higher pitched level when he spoke in Yautja. But the translator droned on about what he had said.

He slinked around the towering female and made his way to you. The whites of your eyes were easily seen. You froze in your spot, heart thundering loud in your ears as he stopped before you. “Such a small, little thing you are,” he jestered and reached out, hand heading for your chin.

“Mere,” We’ar-ow scolded, voice firm. The for-called Yautja grunted, gave you look as if you would know what it meant and spun around. His arm was raised in mock surrender.

“What? I’m checking out your new pet. I haven’t gotten to see them since they first arrived here,” Xilomere defused the situation. His hand dropped back to his side. “It’s not like everyday that you let a ooman on the ship, let alone have one as your pet.”

All she had to do was give a look before his shoulders were dragged down. “Ugh, you’re no fun.” In the midst of all of this, the most you could do was just stare speechless at this Yautja. Everyone in the ship worships the ground We’ar-ow walked on…

Xilomere… didn’t. He was friendly, playful even with her. We’ar-ow allowed for it to happen, letting him into her shared quarters with you.

Something burned in the back of your throat. The grip on the knife tightened before bite at the inside of your cheek and let go. This was a Yautja. A clearly well decorated one. He’d have you in five different pieces before you could even get within ten feet of him.

You swiveled in your chair and timidly finished up your breakfast. Xilomere left you alone after We’ar-ow gave him a warning. An action you were thankful for.

Once your plate had been cleaned and placed off to the side to dry, you peered around the corner of the kitchen and into the living space. On the couches, both Yautjas sat. Each on their respectful couch.

The translator embedded into the skin behind your ear picked up on their conversation. We’ar-ow and Xilomere were discussing things about the clan and mothership. Plans for maintenance on the engines and other projects along the same line. The lingering burn started to dwindle at their respectful conversation.

For a moment, you padded across the space and scuttled into your room. The device you were looking for was snatched off of the dresser close to the door. Then, you were back out, going over to the We’ar-ow. You stood five feet from her and clutched the tablet to your chest, waiting for her acknowledgement.

When she got to a good stopping point, We’ar-ow paused her conversation to look at you. “Yes?” Her usual softer voice was replaced with the voice of a leader.

Your shoulders scrunched up. “Is it okay if I go out?” The question hung heavy in the air. This was a perfect chance to keep… planning. With We’ar-ow distracted with this Xilomere character, I could go out without the constant worry of her watching me. It had also been a month since the incident. Whoever was out there… they must have lost their interest, right?

We’ar-ow’s darted over to Xilomere without turning her eyes then landed back on you. She dipped her head, tresses slightly swinging with the motion. “You may.”

With that settled, she returned to the conversation with Xilomere, not missing a beat. You took your leave through the front door and down the short hallway to reach the elevator.

Hesitation drew you to a stop short of pressing the button to open the door. Swallowing down the lump growing in your throat, you closed the distance and entered the elevator.

The trip down was short but not sweet. You clutched the tablet tight to your chest and squeezed it harder as the doors opened. They revealed an desolate hallway. The sight didn’t relieve you of any tension. You pressed on and stepped out into the new space.

Much to your relief, nothing jumped out and attempted to drag you into the dark corners of the ship. You took a deep breath before taking the first step down a hallway you knew would be part of your escape plan. From this one, you would need to take the third left before taking another elevator further down into the belly of this mothership.

To refresh your mind, you ran the entire course, measuring the time it would take to walk to the cargo hold. Far longer than you would like. The longer it took to reach the cargo hold, the more time it gave to We’ar-ow to hunt you down or even lock the ship down.

Escape and survive. Those were your two main options. Nothing else mattered. Get off of this damn ship.

There were passer-byers who glanced at you, some uncaring that you exist. Others either sneered or scowled in your direction.

We’ar-ow’s mark was your shield against any of them. If they dared to hurt you in any way, it would bring along the wrath of her. Rage none of them wanted to experience or endure.

After reaching the cargo hold, you turned back around and found an empty hallway to slither into. You sat down and began to type up all of your findings, mostly just about the time. On that same note of escape, next you need to learn about the schedule of the ships. Which ship to stowaway on as well. Something you could possibly steal… if you learned how to fly one. That was the last option because that would take extra weeks, maybe even raking in months of learning. Time you didn’t know if you had.

Your head hit the wall behind you with a groan. This was becoming longer than you expected. All you wanted was to go home. Was that so bad? To get away from all of this… craziness. These people, this species. It wasn’t something you wanted to be mixed with.

Darkness engulfed your form. The tablet’s screen is your only source of light in the pitch blackness of the hallway. You couldn’t help the yelp that surpassed your lips, eyes darting around but found nothing. What happened?

Timidly, your feet found their way under your form. No one was around the last you knew of. Despite knowing none of the Yautjas would step in to help you incase someone attacked you, you believed if there was another Yautja around… no one would try to harm you. Foolish to think that as your safety but it was all you had.

The tablet lit up your path as you retraced the needed steps to make it to a more populated area. Your chest slightly heaving with deep breaths to keep yourself level headed.

Everything went dark. The device in your hand had been ripped out of your hand and smashed into the ground, blocking out your only source of light. You screamed and froze, eyes not yet adjusted to any sort of darkness.

Behind you, you sensed eyes, burning holes in your back. You whipped around and staggered, almost losing your balance in the process. Only blackness greeted your sight.

Terror gripped your heart. You stumbled backwards, heel knocking into the discarded tablet. It slide across the metal flooring for a few seconds then came to a stop. You internally cursed, hoping you could somehow find it once more and use it for a light source again.

Tapping sounded behind you again. Once more, you spun around to face whatever was here with you. Your entire body shook, hands trembling at your sides. With no lights, not even emergency lights, your eyes couldn’t adjust. Nothing for the retina to send a signal up to your brain.

It clicked in your brain, far later than you would like to admit. The knife. Your hands whipped to where it was sheathed and wielded it in front of you. Disappointingly enough, you knew the quakes raking your body weren’t a sight to be terrified of.

Chittering laughter echoed in the hall, bouncing off of the walls. It felt like mockery. You whimpered, pupils blown wide and darting around the area before you.

Claws raked along your back. From the small of your back to the bottom of your shoulder blades, pain exploded like a bomb. Fire raced up with the marks, burning from the inside out. You cried out, knife dropping from your hands. You stumbled forward and blindly kicked the weapon away from you. It too was lost to the darkness.

Weaponless and injured, all you could was shake like a leaf and stand blindly. Tears desperately fought to roll down like raging rivers down your face. You briefly held it in.

All the ways you could die flashed in your eyes with the help of the blackness. Just your body, a bloody heap of flesh and bones, lying dead without the protection of We’ar-ow.

Fuck. We’ar-ow…. How would she feel after learning of your demise? Relief she doesn’t have to care for you? Sorrow possibly? You scoffed internally at the thought. These Yautjas don’t feel sadness. Just rage and lust. Nothing more than mindless beasts.

Something scaly and firm engulfed your throat, simply lifted you up, and slammed you down on the ground. You surely thought your skull fractured from the harsh cracked that rang out. Your ears began to ring.

The burn for air caused panic to surge through your haze. Your legs kicked out and struck a hard body. Yet, whatever held you, stayed. Unfazed from the strike and kept its mighty grip tightly around your feeble neck. Your hands clawed in desperation at the arm pinning you to the metal floor. But the scales were far too thick for your own dull nails to even scratch through the first layer of skin.

Tears poured freely out of the corner of your eyes, running over your temples and leaving droplets on the ground. You tried to scream, to cry, to alert someone of what was happening to you. As the prey animal you are, you wanted help, someone to save before this thing killed you!

All you could produce were gurgles and croaks. No one would come to your air. No one could hear your last noises. This was to be your grave.

The fight began to leave you. The lack of oxygen reaching your brain dwindled with each pump of your heart. Your hands fell away and thumped at your sides.

Air rushed into your lungs. You gasped so hard it scratched at your throat, forcing you to roll over and cough harshly, possibly bringing up blood. You blinked through the tears and squinted your eyes, blinded by the overhead lights. But there was light.

Through the haze of salty tears, you saw a blurred figure sprinting down the hallway and darted around a corner. Gone from sight. You flinched and swallowed painfully. Your throat hurt, feeling the aftermath of it nearly being crushed.

Despite knowing whoever just attempted to murder you could turn themselves around and finish the kill, you could only sit there. The threat of death still hung heavy like a rain cloud over your head. But, you just stayed on the ground, heaving for air. Death was almost a friend for a second. You should’ve never came here. It’s been one bad thing after another.

An unknown amount of time passed before you stumbled to your feet and used a wall for support. Nausea roared it ugly head at the new motion. On the ground, a few yards from you sat both the knife and now destroyed tablet. It had been stepped on clearly and couldn’t handle the weight. A croaked meant as a curse fell from your dry lips. You stepped over to the two items, sheathing the knife and scooping up the pieces of the tablet.

The screen completely shattered, some pieces were gone. With a pained groan, you turned around and started to trek back to more populated areas. Now though, your head was on a swivel, constantly whipping behind encase they dared to come back. The knife was back in your hand, white-knuckling the handle.

Your feet stopped in their tracks when you saw the first Yautja walking in the larger hallway. This path was part of the main route used by most of the clan. But this alien was walking in the direction as you. They didn’t even react to the tiny gasp that escaped your lips.

You started down the new hall, following the Yautja at least fifty feet behind him. He didn’t make an acknowledgement of your presence.

When another turned to use the walkway, you tensed up and stopped mid step. But she didn’t even look at you or your dishevel appearance. You scuttled along, going further into the main area of the ship.

More and more Yautjas moved around you. None of them acting differently besides a few giving you a double look. You had to bet bruises were making their mark around your throat. Plus, the back of your shirt had been shredded, dried blood sticking your skin. It flaked at each step and left behind a horrible, itchy feeling. You kept on marching on until you reached the first elevator.

A single Yautja waited for you enter before pushing a button. Timidly, you reached over and selected your own needed level. The alien made no noise of complaint or despise. Indifferent. An aspect you were thankful, even after they left and the doors closed again.

The machine came to a halt. You yelped; palms pressed to the metal wall behind you to keep you from keeling over. Bronze metal doors slide open to reveal the desired floor. You stepped out and into the new danger. The only thing that kept you from curling into a ball there was the fact you were closer to We’ar-ow. Or, at least, the safety of her room. No one would be stupid enough to break in and harm you. If they could even break through in the first place. And if she was there… she wouldn’t take kind of an intruder. Yautjas are very territorial and possessive.

As you took another step in the right direction, your vision teetered. It took a late moment for your brain to catch up. You put your hands out and caught yourself on the other side of the hallway, against a wall. You groaned, nearly dropping both the knife and demolished tablet. Again.

This same scenario happened twice more before you thought it best to use the wall as a clutch. Your hand glide acrossed the warm metal walls with each step. It not only held you up but helped you keep better balance of staying upright.

The sight of the last elevator door was like seeing heavens gate. You pushed off of the wall wobbled over to the door. The knife was sheathed into its pocket tied to your side. With the newly emptied hand, you leaned against the wall and stared at the digital keypad. A code. The code. What code? Code. You needed a code. What was the code?

For what had to be minutes, you gazed blankly at the keypad. Nothing came to mind. Not a thought of reasoning. Until a moment of clarity struck with enough time to remember. You imputed the code.

A set of doors slid open to reveal the personal elevator. You stumbled in while continuously using the walls for support. With your back to the wall furthest from the doors, you watched with bated breath until you were sealed in. Nothing came for you. Now, you were safe.

Your head pounded with each thump of your poor heart, creating its own beat of drums. This caused you to squint your eyes through the pain.

The realization finally dawned on you at the sight of We’ar-ow’s abode. Safety. A broken sobbed left your dry lips. You hurriedly stumbled through the short hallway and slammed against the shut entryway with a cry. Your hands clawed at the metal, desperate to get in. The thundering in your head only getting strong with each second.

The support was ripped away. You fell forward only to get caught in two strong arms cradling you into a warm chest. Instantly, you wrapped your arms around a neck and held on for dear life. It might have been for you. The tablet falling to the ground in a forgotten heap of electronics.

Air touched the bottom of your bare feet. You were lifted up into the air and brief carried before being settled into warmth and safety.

Tears stained your blazing cheeks. Broken, cracking sobs fell from your dropped jaw with each heave of air you could gasp in.

Hands gripped at your scrunched shoulders and gave a light shake. Through the cotton filling your ears, a voice tried to pierce through. Fingers pinched at your chin and lift it up. You gazed in your hazed sight at the large pink Yautja holding you in her lap. The translator sounding off in your ear, translating every word she spoke in her alien race.

We’ar-ow called your name in haste, demanding you to tell her what had happened. Fear continuously pumped through your veins, causing you to tremble worse than being stuck in the cold. She huffed that ended in growl and cupped both of your cheeks in her massive palms. “What happened, little ooman? Who attacked you?!”

It was an easy sight to tell you’ve been attacked rather this being all on you.

You whimper, hands gripping so tightly on her shoulders, crescent divots had to be left behind. With all of your strength that could be offered, you attempted to bow your head to hide away from her piercing gaze. The heat of burned into your very soul. Her palms kept you up right in her line of sight. “Tell me. They will pay,” she snarled, hands tightening just a fraction before loosening.

For a fleeting moment, you met her bright eyes before letting your gaze dart away. “I-I don’t… know,” you croaked out and fought against the pain surrounding your neck. “The lights. They went off. Something attacked me. I couldn’t see.” You were hopeful she could understand through the grumble of your throat.

The Yautja snarled a deadly note before standing up again. “Mere, call a meeting. I want every council member in there.” You tensed at the new knowledge of another being in here with us. We’ar-ow cradled you close to the protectiveness of her body and carried you over to her bedroom door. “An attack on my pet is an attack on me.”

“Yes, Monarch,” Xilomere responded, voice firm. The green Yautja pivoted on his heel and head straight for the exit. His arm lifted as he began to speak into his gauntlet.

She kept her pathing for her bedroom and entered said place. Despite weighing nearly four times your weight alone, her feet didn’t make a single noise as she set foot into the connected bathroom. You were set on the counter next to the sink. We’ar-ow had to practically yank off your arms and grabbed a bag from behind the mirror in front of the sink.

Said bag was set next to you. We’ar-ow moved her way between your legs. A clawed finger was placed under your chin and forced it up. You whined when this pulled at the bruising forming a dark path around your throat. Her body tensed before the muscles relaxed all on their own. You felt it more than saw it since your new sight was the bland ceiling of her bathroom.

Coarse finger pads danced along the column of your throat. You swallowed despite the pain. The touch was soft, not something you had grown accustomed to on this damned ship. Then, it was gone, replaced with a gel covering the new wound.

We’ar-ow preformed as a medic till every injured had been cared for. Afterwards, she scooped you up and carried you over to her bed you had once found sanctuary in before.

Deja Vu hit you as the pelt blankets were used to cover the majority of nearly naked frame. The shirt that once hung off your shoulders had been removed. She knelt down at the side of the bed and ran a hand over your hair. “I’ll be back. Stay here, ooman,” she ordered then stood up.

Her steps carried her over to the bedroom door where she stopped and glanced back for a short second. Then, the door closed, a lock clicking in place. Three doors from you to the main hallway. Three doors protecting you from harm.

Low lights kept the room illuminated and fought off any shadows your attacker could hide in. You nuzzled into the comfortable blankets, arms latching onto one of them. But sleep won’t come easy to you. A headache persisted worse than anything you’ve felt before.

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #We'ar-ow

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christelgothamite · 3 months

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Private post

Family dinner

Invited individuals and rules they have to follow.

The Wayne family

1) All Wayne's adopted or not are invited. Remember no violence.

2) Dick : not allowed to cook, can't tease Hera and Bruce about their relationship.

3) Jason : guns aren't allowed, is not allowed to fight anyone even in a spar.

4) Tim : no coffee before dinner (can have after that), not allowed to tell Ra's to "" Suck it up old man"".

5) Damian : no katana's allowed, can't challenge kate in anything at all.

6) Bruce : no work or glaring.

7) Cass is an angel, so no rule against her.

The grelita family @grelitia-fam

1) No magic or violence against the Al Guls.

2) Hecate : has to stay close to her kids at all times.

3) Carol: cannot leave delenn's Or jasons side.

4) Daxter: also cannot tell Ra's to "" Suck it old man"" Guys please-

5) kam : cannot record the dinner for blackmail purposes.

6) ida: cannot argue with Persephone or fight her, must stay with Mary at all times.

7) no rules for the kids, they are just not allowed to use their powers and behave.

Delenn Parker @gotham-its-seven-in-the-morning

1) Has to relax and chillax

2) has to stay besides Carol and Jason

3) cannot use magic either (sorry mom)

Flatline

1) no flirting

Kate kane

1) no flirting with Talia or Selena. Just because Bruce is with Hera.

2) no fighting with Bruce

3) no flirting with Hera either.

Ra's Al gul and Talia Al gul.

1) no violence, fighting or an undertoned evil plan.

2) the assassins can't step foot on the wayne land.

3) no weapon or trying to hack technology near you.

4) Talia had to stay away from Selena Kyle

Selena Kyle

1) Selena has to stay away from Talia

2) "I can go after the red headed cousin then" Selena what does that mean??

Hera

1) has to stay close to either Diana or Bruce

2) no magic or powers

3) can't fight the exes please.

Hades & Persephone

1) has to also stay near Diana

2) no magic or powers.

The kent family

1) only Clark, lois and jon are invited, please dont bring conner or kara they are supposed to be on a mission damn it (Bruce typed this)

Diana prince

1) no powers

2) is incharge of the gods.

Duke Thomas

Barbara Gordon

Stephen Brown

Helena Bertinelli

1) no flirting with Dick, please it gets gross.

Invited individual, who can attend if they want to

(If they don't want to, christel will just send food to their place)

Azrael and Clayface

You know why you don't wanna come. But the invited is still there. If you are coming. No swords or your God.

Barnaby and Al @scarecrowspawn @gothamsrevolutionaryheretic

Considering there will be so many people, I don't think you two wanna come. But you still have the invite, if you don't. Christel will just send you the food.

Amelia @formerarkhampsychologist

the same reason as stated above.

Ps. Be careful, I heard a certain someone left Arkham.

Cassian @your-average-gothamite

Christel personally doesn't want you to come as """ Scarecrow's boyfriend"" And stuff, which will just lead to them being hostile against you.

Christel will send food though.

Ace & Nathen @gotham-bitch @freerangeowl

Same statement as the above. Free food on your way.

Hannah

The Row family.

Hope everyone follows the rules and attends.

- Alfred pennyworth and Christeline Judith-wayne.

#only in gotham

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nothuman-tips-and-tricks · 6 months

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Hi!! i was wondering if you could give me some pronouns based off of Maned wolves, and maybe some funfacts

-anonF-

Fun facts:

1. The maned wolf is the largest canid of South America. It looks more like a long-legged fox than a wolf. Genetic studies show that it is neither fox nor true wolf, but a distinct species. It is the only member of its genus, Chrysocyon.

2. The maned wolf stands about 3 feet (90 centimeters) tall at the shoulder and weighs about 50 pounds (23 kilograms).

3. Maned wolves range through central and eastern South America including northern Argentina, South and Central Brazil, Paraguay, Bolivia and southern Peru. They inhabit the cerrado, the largest biome of South America, which is composed of wet and dry forests, grasslands, savannas, marshes and wetlands.

4. Maned wolves mark their territory with powerful-smelling urine and feces on hillocks and termite mounds along their borders. They do not howl, but instead emit loud barks or roar barks to let their mate know where they are, and to warn other wolves to stay away.

5. Maned wolves are omnivorous eaters and primarily solitary hunters. They eat seasonally abundant fruits and vegetables and are particularly interested in lobeira, whose name means "fruit of the wolf." It is a small tomato-like berry that, along with other fruits and vegetables, makes up 50 percent of the maned wolf's diet.

6. They eat small mammals such as rodents, rabbits and insects. Maned wolves rotate their large ears to listen for prey animals in the grass. They tap the ground with a front foot to flush out the prey and pounce to catch it, or they may dig after burrowing prey. They may also leap into the air to capture birds and insects. Long legs help them move through and see above tall grasses.

7. Maned Wolves are crepuscular to nocturnal.

8. Maned wolves exhibit monogamous pairings, with breeding pairs defending a territory averaging 27 km2 (17 mi2.). Despite the concerted defense of territory, male and female wolves typically only associate closely during breeding season.

9. In a zoological setting, male maned wolves have been observed regurgitating food for their young. This may indicate that the male plays a significant role in the care of young in the natural environment.

10. The maned wolf can live up to 12 years in the wild, and as much as 15 years in a controlled setting.

11. The Maned Wolf belongs to the Mammalia class with the scientific name Chyrsocyon brachyurus. Chyrsocyon means golden dog.

12. Male and female Maned wolves have no distinct names. Generally, the male is called a dog, and the female is called a bitch.

13. The Maned wolf babies are referred to as pups, just like their canine counterparts. Scientists have evidence that the adult female produces about two pups at once. These pups reach sexual maturity after at least two years of age.

14. This shy animal is harmless for the most part, flees when alarmed, keeps its distance from people, and rarely attacks only when it feels threatened. From a few documented pieces of evidence, it is concluded that the majority of Maned wolves do not pose any threat to our safety. Other unprovoked attacks by wildlife Maned wolves happened because of Maned wolves' fearlessness due to habituation.

Pronouns:

Mane/Mane’s/Maned/Maneself

Wolf/Wolf’s/Wolves/Wolfself

Fox/Fox’s/Foxes/Foxself

Tall/Tall’s/Tallself

Canine/Canine’s/Canineself

Canid/Canid’s/Canidself

Howl/Howl’s/Howlself

Bark/Bark’s/Barkself

Roar/Roar’s/Roarself

Fur/Fur’s/Furself

Fang/Fang’s/Fangself

Bite/Bite’s/Biteself

Tail/Tail’s/Tailself

Dog/Dog’s/Dogself

Bitch/Bitch’s/Bitches/Bitchself

Pup/Pup’s/Pupself

Puppy/Puppy’s/Puppies/Puppyself

Chyrsocyon/Chyrsocyon’s/Chyrsocyonself

Brachyurus/Brachyurus’s/Brachyuruself

Golden/Golden’s/Goldenself

Paw/Paw’s/Pawself

Fluff/Fluff’s/Fluffself

#alterhuman #alterkin #otherkin #therian #therianthropy #theriotype #canine therian #canine theriotype #caninekin #maned wolf therian #maned wolf kin #maned wolf theriotype #neopronouns #pronouns #fun facts

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thecreaturecodex · 1 year

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Mind Flayer, Illithid

"Mindflayer" © Steven Bellshaw, accessed at his ArtStation here

[In designing a mind flayer, I wanted to avoid some of the pitfalls of the past. The 3.x mind flayer was very fragile, and the mind blast very disruptive, so that fights with them either resulted in the mind flayer getting pulped before it could do anything, or the entire party stunned long enough for the mind flayer to get halfway to a TPK. So I wanted to give them a bit more bulk. 5e gives them full on breastplate, but I wanted to keep the slick leather look from the 3e era. I did take the save every turn and limited uses for the mind blast from 5e. Although I'm not using the psychic magic ability for my mind flayer (because it sacrifices uses/day for versatility), I did use a couple of occult spells so they have some way to deal damage.]

Mind Flayer, Illithid CR 7 LE Aberration This lean humanoid has slick lilac skin and a head like that of an octopus. Multiple tentacles surround a lamprey-like maw. It wears leather robes decorated with skulls and other macabre accessories.

Illithids are the most common and most widespread of the mind flayers. Although some of them live in colonies close to an elder brain, the better to both share its knowledge and fertilize its eggs, many of them live solitary lives or in small communities more similar to a monastic cell. Every illithid desires power and knowledge, and they all go about obtaining these in different ways. Illithids with the same creed may come together in a circle, or illithids of several creeds may travel together in what is called an inquisition, similar to an adventuring party of humanoids. Many illithids keep multiple charmed or dominated slaves to serve them as physical labor and emergency rations.

Most illithids avoid direct physical confrontation if they can help it, instead sending their slaves to the front lines and fighting with their magical abilities. Illithids are masters of mind-influencing magic, and are capable of turning allies against each other or forcing their enemies into hazardous situations. Their most feared ability is the mind blast, which can incapacitate an entire party long enough for the illithid to close in and bore its tentacles into the brains of a victim or two. Illithids usually flee if combat turns against them, as they value their lives above all else.

Illithids are usually tall and imposing, averaging six feet tall but lean. Their skin is usually in shades of pinks and purples, although green and blue hues are not uncommon. They dress in a fashion suggestive of aristocracy—high collars, fancy robes and jewelry are typical. Their unique language, Qualith, is written only and similar to cuneiform; they speak in hissing, rasping tones when they use their mouths, but usually rely on telepathic communication.

Illithid CR 7 XP 3,200 LE Medium aberration (mind flayer) Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception +12 Defense AC 19, touch 13, flat-footed 16 (+3 Dex, +2 armor, +4 shield) hp 68 (8d8+32) Fort +6, Ref +5, Will +9; +4 vs. emotion effects SR 22 Defensive Abilities affectless; Weakness light blindness, sunlight sickness Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee masterwork light mace +10/+5 (1d6+1), tentacles +4 (4d4 plus grab) or tentacles +9 (4d4+1 plus grab) Special Attacks mind blast, pith (tentacles) Spell-like Abilities CL 8th, concentration +12 (+16 casting defensively) Constant—mental barrier I At will—detect thoughts (DC 16), levitate, mind thrust II (DC 16), suggestion (DC 17) 3/day—charm monster (DC 18), dimension door, dominate person (DC 19) 1/day—fly, plane shift (DC 19) Statistics Str 12, Dex 16, Con 18, Int 19, Wis17, Cha 19 Base Atk +6; CMB +9 (+12 grappling); CMD 20 Feats Agile Maneuvers, Combat Casting, Magical Aptitude, Weapon Finesse Skills Bluff +10, Fly +10, Intimidate +13, Knowledge (arcana) +17, Knowledge (dungeoneering, planes) +14, Perception +12, Sense Motive +9, Spellcraft +15, Stealth +12, Use Magic Device +12; Racial Modifiers +4 Knowledge Languages Aklo, Qualith, Undercommon, telepathy 100 ft. Ecology Environment underground Organization solitary, inquisition (2-4), circle (5-12 plus 0-1 ulitharids) or colony (20-200 plus 1 ulitharid per 10 individuals and 1 elder brain) Treasure double standard (masterwork light mace, masterwork leather armor, other treasure) Special Abilities Mind Blast (Su) As a standard action, an illithid can create a 60 foot cone of mental energy. All creatures in the area must succeed a DC 18 Will save or be stunned for 3d4 rounds. A creature that is stunned may attempt to recover from this condition as a full-round action with an additional DC 18 Will save. Mind flayers are immune to the effects of a mind blast. An illithid can use a mind blast three times per day, and must wait 1d4 rounds between uses. This is a mind-influencing effect, and the save DC is Charisma based. Tentacles (Ex) An illithid attacks simultaneously with all its tentacles, treating them as a primary natural weapon.

#mind flayer #illithid #pathfinder 1e #D&D #aberration #tentacles

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n7punk · 15 days

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My personal She-Ra headcanon to make the 8 feet tall thing work is to have it be an aspect of her post-sword transformation. Bigger, faster, stronger, more in tune with Adora's emotions, and *absolutely hench*.

i think you could start making an argument for seven feet on her second form maybe because she does seem taller, but if i have to guess first scorpia/she-ra is like 6' 2" and new she-ra is like 6' 4" or something because she's not absolutely towering over characters relative to where she was before.

these were gut instinct numbers but then i did the math and yeah that's about right lmao.

okay starting point: i think adora is 5' 6"? i remember it being said that catra is canonically 5' 4" and adora is 1-3 inches taller than her, but i dont remember who on crew said that (which means the internet could have made it up lmao, but it does seem about right and matches the average heights for women. remember bow is taller than adora too but it's not a massive gap. adora looks around 2 inches taller on catra's character sheet).

anyway, adora would go up like 9 inches for she-ra v1. scorpia/she-ra seems to be one head taller than adora and the average size of a head is 8-9 inches, so that mathes out to 6' 2" as well, maybe 6'3" to 6'5" if you want to push it by saying adora is 3 inches taller than Catra and taller=larger head at 9-10 inches. scorpia doesn't exactly have to follow average human height rules, but her head is proportional and she's not freakishly huge next to every other character (yes, she's tall, but i've met people that much taller than me irl before who were low six foot) so i think we're really at what's reasonable in the 6' 2" (5' 6" + 8 or 5' 5" + 9) to 6' 5" (5' 7" + 10) range for scorpia/she-ra.

i always said she went up a full foot for she-ra but that doesn't quite math out. I think new she-ra is only a few inches taller at most, if at all. characters that went to her shoulder before are still around there. so if you're using the above range she-ra V2 would still only be 6' 4"-6' 7" maybe but you can at least say she-ra is a foot taller than adora (roughly) post-canon.

#Anonymous #anon #ask #meta ask #she ra

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rvrend · 2 months

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MUSE INFO SHEET.

BASICS.

name. rodney putty alias. reverend putty. rod. revs. the good reverend. dad. gender. cis man age. mid fifties - early sixties species. human zodiac. aquarius. aries. cancer. capricorn. gemini. leo. libra. pisces. sagittarius. scorpio. taurus. virgo. unknown. abilities / talents. not many. has won various eating contests ( and is proud of it. ) coming up with ' comedy ' and sermons. good at self pleasure i suppose.

PERSONAL.

alignment. lawful. neutral. chaotic. good. neutral. evil. religion. protestant christian. sins. envy. greed. gluttony. lust. pride. sloth. wrath. virtues. charity. chastity. diligence. humility. justice. kindness. patience. languages. english family. stephanie ( daughter, ) orel ( unofficial adopted son ) friends. noellene ( love interest, ) not many others sexual orientation. heterosexual. bisexual. pansexual. homosexual. demisexual . asexual. unsure. questioning. other relationship status. single. dating. married. widowed. open relationship. other. libido. sex god. very high. high . average. low. very low. non-existent.

PHYSICAL.

build. twig. bony. slender. average. athletic. curvy. chubby. obese. hair. white. blonde. brunette. red. black. grey. other. eyes. brown. blue. green. black. other. skin. pale. fair. olive. light brown. brown. very brown. other. height. under 3 foot. 3-4 foot. 4-5 foot. 5-6 foot. 6-7 foot. above 7 foot weight. under 100 pounds. 100-150 pounds. 150-200 pounds. 200-250 pounds. above 250 pounds scars. various scars from over the years. facial features. wide nose. bald aside of the sides of his head. eyebags. tattoos. none

CHOOSE.

dogs or cats ? cats birds or hamsters ? birds red or blue ? blue yellow or green ? green black or white ? white coffee or tea ? coffee ice cream or cake ? cake, we love a lactose intolerant king fruits or vegetables ? vegetables, but only by a margin sandwich or soup ? soup magic or melee ? melee sword or bow ? fists summer or winter ? summer spring or autumn ? spring the past or the future ? the past

tagged. stole it ! tagging. @dollene, @crackinginventor and steal it !

#HC.#DASH.#suggestive /#I GUESS 😭😭#one of his only talents..mFSDM

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crackinginventor · 2 months

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MUSE SHEET . /

BASICS.

name. Wallace Wallis alias. Wallace / Mr. Wallis gender. cis man age. mid 40s species. human zodiac. aquarius. aries. cancer. capricorn. gemini. leo. libra. pisces. sagittarius. scorpio. taurus. virgo. unknown .abilities / talents. he's an inventor !

PERSONAL.

alignment. lawful. neutral. chaotic. good. neutral. evil. religion. none .sins. envy. greed. gluttony. lust. pride. sloth. wrath. virtues. charity. chastity. diligence. humility. justice. kindness. patience. languages. english family. gromit , shaun & fluffles sexual orientation. heterosexual. bisexual (preference for women). pansexual. homosexual. demisexual . asexual. unsure. questioning. other relationship status. single. dating. married. widowed. open relationship. other. libido. sex god. very high. high . average. low. very low. non-existent.

PHYSICAL.

build. twig. bony. slender. average. athletic. curvy. chubby. obese. hair. white. blonde. brunette. red(formerly). black. grey. other. eyes. brown. blue. green. black. other. skin. pale. fair. olive. light brown. brown. very brown. other. height. under 3 foot. 3-4 foot. 4-5 foot. 5-6 foot. 6-7 foot. above 7 foot weight. under 100 pounds. 100-150 pounds. 150-200 pounds. 200-250 pounds. above 250 pounds scars. a few from failed experiments facial features. bald ! bald ! bald ! MY EYES ! tattoos. none

CHOOSE.

dogs or cats ?dogs !!! birds or hamsters ? hamsters ! red or blue ? blue yellow or green ? green black or white ? white coffee or tea ? TEA! ice cream or cake ? cake, fruits or vegetables ? vegetables, only when it's near a full moon sandwich or soup ? sandwich magic or melee ? magic sword or bow ? gettin a bit violent now innit ? summer or winter ? summer spring or autumn ? spring the past or the future ? the past

tagged. @rvrend !tagging. whoever !

#𝐖 .┆ 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 / 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 . ϟ #ϟ ┆ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦 / 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 ! .#ϟ ┆𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 / 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .#only under read more because the libido section tm #see i love my found family because sometimes they tag me in stuff like this where i have to contemplate things i'd never think #i'd never have to think about ever #like wallace's libido? help ? never crossed my mind but i'm cackling i love you guys

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justmemethings · 1 year

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Disclaimer ! I'm not the original creator of these fill-up memes. I simply collected them from the search section / dash. The credit goes to the original source (which unfortunately I haven't been able to track down.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

{Basics}

Name:

Alias:

Gender:

Age:

Species:

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents:

{Personal}

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion:

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages:

Family:

Friends:

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / questioning / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

{Physical}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars:

Facial Features:

Tattoos:

{Choose}

Dogs or Cats?

Birds or Hamsters?

Red or Blue?

Yellow or Green?

Black or White?

Coffee or Tea?

Ice Cream or Cake?

Fruits or Vegetables?

Sandwich or Soup?

Magic or Melee?

Sword or Bow?

Summer or Winter?

Spring or Autumn?

The Past or The Future?

tagged by: tagging:

#rp meme #roleplay meme #fill in memes #hc meme #dash games #rp memes #headcanon memes

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z0mburger · 2 months

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

{Basics}

Name: Cesare Burratinaio.

Alias: CHAY-SARAAY.

Gender: cis male.

Age: a little over 1000.

Species: undead.

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown.

Abilities/Talents: many talents that are often learned over time like playing instruments, various forms of skating, and making art. he's a talented artist, but hasn't done art for leisure in a long time. he's also a talented actor!

{Personal}

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true [ i've always had trouble fully understanding the meaning of these alignments, but I HAVE a lot of feelings about cesare not actually thinking he's evil. he knows hes a bit of a jerk, but he sees catching tricksters as keeping "earthly peace." ]

Religion: n/a

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: english, italian. has dabbled in the basics of misc. other languages due to travel.

Family: n/a.

Friends: misc. undead coworkers, the Zom.burger crew.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / questioning / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other [ present/future verse-dependent. ]

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

{Physical}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other: gray.

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other: pale shade of blue.

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars: multiple large scars on his abdomen / chest.

Facial Features: dark blue bags under yellow eyes with long lashes. has gaunt cheeks and deep lines when he emotes. his lips are dark grey, and his teeth are off-white due to age.

Tattoos: n/a

{Choose}

Dogs or Cats? equal tbh!

Birds or Hamsters? birds.

Red or Blue? red.

Yellow or Green? green.

Black or White? black.

Coffee or Tea? coffee-drinker energy, but he can't consume.

Ice Cream or Cake? ice cream. he'd be an ice cream biter.

Fruits or Vegetables? fruits.

Sandwich or Soup? he'd be a zuppa kind of guy.

Magic or Melee? magic, he does melee but it's with the help of magic ( magic kettlebells, magic giant hammer. )

Sword or Bow? sword.

Summer or Winter? summer.

Spring or Autumn? spring.

The Past or The Future? future.

tagged by: n/a found it in the tag tagging: steal ittt

#dash games.

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forcebookish · 5 months

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15 people, 15 questions

thanks for tagging me, @djeterg19! i usually forget to do these because i get weirdly anxious about who to tag but i'm feeling frisky today 🤷

1. are you named after anyone?

my secret identity, no, but rum comes from kairumption which is a play on kai (exo) + kyrumption (angel), so... almost?

2. when was the last time you cried?

oh god this is so embarrassing... watching starlympics seeing everyone hug book dfjlsjlkg I JUST LOVE HOW MUCH EVERYONE LOVES HIM OKAY HE DESERVES IT

3. do you have kids?

just a cat, and she's adopted (ba dum tss)

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

as a kid i played soccer, basketball, tennis, and cross country "competitively;" gymnastics, volleyball, and badminton casually. i still have a volleyball/badminton net and a tennis racket but i never have a buddy to play with :( i'm also not very good :(

5. do you use sarcasm?

no (that was sarcastic) (and low-hanging fruit)

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

their outfit or hair probably? idk i never really thought about it

7. what’s your eye color?

gray

8. scary movies or happy endings?

is it dumb if i say i like scary movies with happy endings? i know there are like... two out there. but fr i prefer vaguely frightening/disturbing and bittersweet (pmmm and other horror anime are the best examples). the typical horror movie gotcha endings annoy me, with a few exceptions like evil dead 2 and the first two re-animators. most of my favorite movies/books are sad and end with major character death actually D: BUT IN GENERAL i don't watch a LOT of scary movies and prefer happy endings, those faves are technically outliers. i just like to be moved!

9. any talents?

i can open doors by turning the doorknob with my foot. oh, and i guess i'm good at writing.

10. where were you born?

washington state, lived here my whole life :')

11. what are your hobbies?

yoga, books, writing fanfiction, making edits and doing other fandom shit, (vegan) cooking/baking, and video games

12. do you have any pets?

just the one these days (i used to have two since i was nine, but they both passed away in the last five years😢 they were angels🥲), and my "adopted" joke goes doubly because we're actually taking care of my aunt and uncle's cat while they're traveling the country in a trailer so she's technically my cousin haha

13. how tall are you?

5'8" which i don't consider very tall but anyone who hasn't met me in person is always shocked! i guess it's above the female average... literally everywhere, but most of my family, on both sides, are taller than me😅 my mom is 5'9" and my dad is 6'2"😅 my mom's brother was 6'4"😅

14. favorite subject in school?

english and japanese

15. dream job

successful novelist :')

feel free to ignore this: @forcebook @seatawinans @ellasaru12 @komari-maxx @forcebookbrainrot @bookishforce @cryptidcrysis @forcebookuniverse @retiredficwriter @thenewaromantic @fireworksgalaxy @jonginnation @monwillica (omg i actually got it to almost fifteen... ily... also IDK WHY I FELT WEIRD TAGGING MY IRL FRIENDS BUT IF YOU SEE THIS CONSIDER IT A TAG ok bye)

#tag game

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kverna · 10 months

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↟ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ⬩ K v e r n a

Character Questionnaire ⬩ [Basics, Personal, Physical, This or That]

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NAME ⬩ Isilkverna Fyrkatzwyn GENDER ⬩ Female AGE ⬩ Prime (Mid 30's) SPECIES ⬩ Roegadyn (Sea Wolf) ZODIAC ⬩ ♈︎ ┆ ♉︎ ┆ ♊︎ ┆ ♋︎ ┆ ♌︎ ┆ ︎♍︎ ┆ ♎︎ ┆ ♏︎ ┆ ♐︎ ┆ ♑︎ ┆ ♒︎ ┆ ♓︎ ABILITIES & TALENTS ⬩ A fair few but some highlights are.. ━ ⬩ Martial Combat, Tracking, Survival Skills, Fishing, Sailing, Boatbuilding, Animal Handling

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ALIGNMENT ⬩ lawful ┊ NEUTRAL ┊ CHAOTIC ┊ good ┊ evil ┊ true ━━━━━━ RELIGION ⬩ Nothing formal, Animisim may be the closest. ━━━━━━ SINS ⬩ envy ┊ greed ┊ gluttony ┊ lust ┊ PRIDE ┊ sloth ┊ WRATH ━━━━━━ VIRTUES ⬩ charity ┊ chastity ┊ DILIGENCE ┊ humility ┊ JUSTICE ┊ kindness ┊ patience ━━━━━━ LANGUAGES ⬩ Fluent in Common and Aerslaentian; Also knows a bit of Sahagin, Steppe Auri, and a few others. ━━━━━━ FAMILY ⬩ One brother (by way of adoption), a sister-in-law, and one 'child' (it's a polar bear) ━━━━━━ FRIENDS ⬩ ........... ━━━━━━ SEXUAL ORIENTATION ⬩ heterosexual ┊ bisexual ┊ pansexual ┊ homosexual ┊ DEMISEXUAL ┊ asexual ┊ unsure ┊ other ━━━━━━ RELATIONSHIP STATUS ⬩ single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / OTHER (No.) ━━━━━━ LIBIDO ⬩ sex god ┊ very high ┊ high ┊ average ┊ low ┊ very low ┊ non-existent ┊ OTHER (Varies Depending on Circumstances)

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BUILD ⬩ twig ┊ bony ┊ slender ┊ average ┊ athletic ┊ TONED ┊ CURVY ┊ chubby ┊ obese ━━━━━━ HAIR ⬩ white ┊ blonde ┊ brunette ┊ red ┊ black ┊ OTHER (Light Gray & Darker Ends) ━━━━━━ EYES ⬩ brown ┊ blue ┊ green ┊ black ┊ OTHER (Orange) ━━━━━━ SKIN ⬩ pale ┊ fair ┊ olive ┊ light brown ┊ brown ┊ very brown ┊ OTHER (Ash Gray) ━━━━━━ HEIGHT ⬩ under 3 foot ┊ 3-4 foot ┊ 4-5 foot ┊ 5-6 foot ┊ 6-7 foot ┊ ABOVE 7 FOOT ━━━━━━ WEIGHT ⬩ under 100 pounds ┊ 100-150 pounds ┊ 150-200 pounds ┊ 200-250 pounds ┊ ABOVE 250 ━━━━━━ SCARS ⬩ MANY, most on arms/legs, notable ones don't usually get seen because of clothing/armor. ━━━━━━ TATTOOS ⬩ None that are permanent; closest thing is paints for varying purposes.

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Dogs or CATS ┊ BIRDS or Hamsters ┊ Snakes or SPIDERS Red or BLUE ┊ Yellow or GREEN ┊ BLACK or White COFFEE or Tea ┊ ICE CREAM or Cake FRUITS -and- VEGETABLES ┊ Sandwich or SOUP Magic or MELEE ┊ SWORD or Bow? ┊ Summer or WINTER Spring or AUTUMN ┊ THE PAST or The Future

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Divine Beast Winter Wolf - CR13 Magical Beast

A winter wolf boss fight with interactive terrain elements.

Artwork is official concept art from Final Fantasy XIV, copyright Square Enix.

Regular winter wolves already have some basic supernatural cold powers, but this one takes it far beyond that, creating blizzards and conjuring massive exploding pillars of ice. This creature is based on the Fenrir boss fight from Final Fantasy XIV.

The CR 9 Alpha Winter Wolf that I previously posted has a similar mechanical concept, but this higher level creature isn't just the ruler of a pack of winter wolves. It's also supernaturally endowed with divine power, in a similar way to how a divine spellcaster might be, or perhaps more aptly, a ranger or druid's animal companion. Winter wolves are intelligent, and this Divine Beast Winter Wolf understands where its power comes from and worships the deity that has empowered it, fighting to pursue that deity's goals and directing its pack to do so as well. Its default alignment is listed here as neutral evil, but you should probably change it to match the alignment of its deity.

This creature is very much meant to be a boss fight, and has significantly above-average hit points, in exchange for spending several rounds of a typical fight not actually dealing damage. It doesn’t particularly need any minions, although you could give it winter wolves as minions if you want.

I recommend a pretty large outdoor combat area for this fight. You don’t want anywhere the PCs can easily hide or get cover. The idea is that they have to get cover behind the ice spikes when the boss uses its Howling Blast ability. It’s fine if they invent their own alternate solutions instead of doing that, but don’t give them a free one.

Divine Beast Winter Wolf - CR 13

This elephant-sized wolf has blue and white patterned fur, a mane resembling icicles around its elongated neck, and a rime of frost around its muzzle. A portion of fur is seared away where a holy symbol is branded into its forehead.

XP 25,600 NE Huge magical beast (cold) Init +10 Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, scent; Perception +16 Aura icewalking aura (120 ft.)

DEFENSE

AC 28, touch 15, flat-footed 21 (+6 Dex, +1 dodge, +13 natural, –2 size); +4 vs. AoO hp 256 (19d10+152) Fort +18, Ref +17, Will +12 Immune cold Weaknesses vulnerability to fire

OFFENSE

Speed 70 ft. Melee bite +21 (2d6+12 plus 3d6 cold and trip) Space 15 ft.; Reach 10 ft. Special Attacks breath weapon (every 1d3+2 rounds, 60-ft. cone, 10d6 cold damage, Reflex half DC 17), inhale frost, howling blast, summon ice spikes

Spell-like Abilities (CL 15th; concentration +18) 1/day—grand ice storm (see text)

STATISTICS

Str 26, Dex 22, Con 25, Int 13, Wis 19, Cha 17 Base Atk +14; CMB +24 (+26 to trip); CMD 40 (46 vs. trip) Feats Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Improved Initiative, Improved Trip, Iron Will, Mobility, Power Attack, Run, Toughness, Weapon Focus (bite) Skills Acrobatics +23, Climb +16, Knowledge (religion) +5, Perception +28, Stealth +13 (+19 in snow), Survival +11; Racial Modifiers +2 Perception, +2 Stealth (+8 in snow), +2 Survival Languages Common, Cyclops, Giant

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Inhale Frost (Su) As a full-round action, when a divine beast winter wolf has used its Summon Ice Spikes ability and is within 100 feet of its ice spikes, it can spend its turn inhaling a massive lungful of icy air, recovering 4d8+19 hit points, ending any one harmful condition or ongoing magical effect affecting it, healing all damage or drain to any one ability score, and allowing it to use its Howling Blast ability on its next turn. When it does so, it suffers a -2 penalty to AC until it uses Howling Blast.

A divine beast winter wolf can use its Inhale Frost ability even if helpless or unconscious, as long as it can breathe and using the ability would remove the condition or damage making it helpless or unconscious. (If its negative HP is lower than the amount Inhale Frost would heal, and there’s a chance that the ability would not bring it to 0 HP or more, roll the healing first to determine if the ability is usable this round.)

Howling Blast (Su) On the next turn after a divine beast winter wolf uses its Inhale Frost ability, as a standard action, it can release a howling blast of freezing air with a 100-foot radius in all directions. Creatures that do not have cover from this attack are pushed back 30 feet and take 6d6 cold damage and 6d6 sonic damage. Small or smaller creatures are also knocked prone; Large or larger creatures are not pushed back. A DC 26 Fortitude save halves the damage and halves the distance pushed back. Creatures that have cover are immune to this effect. This is an air effect. The save DC is Constitution-based.

Additionally, when a divine beast winter wolf uses Howling Blast, any ice spikes it has summoned begin to vibrate, and explode 1 round later (see the Summon Ice Spikes ability).

Grand Ice Storm (Sp) As a standard action, as a spell-like ability, a divine beast winter wolf can summon great magical hailstones that pound down over a 60-ft. radius, in a 40-ft. high cylinder, and divinely hone in on the divine beast winter wolf's enemies. These hailstones deal 6d6 points of bludgeoning damage and 4d6 points of cold damage to the divine beast winter wolf's enemies in the area, but do not harm its allies. This damage only occurs once, when the spell is cast.

For one round per caster level afterwards (typically 15 rounds), heavy snow and sleet rains down in the area. Creatures inside this area take a -4 penalty on Perception skill checks and the entire area is treated as difficult terrain; the divine beast winter wolf and its allies can ignore this difficult terrain due to Icewalking Aura (see below). At the end of the duration, the snow and hail disappear, leaving no after-effects (other than the damage dealt).

Treat this as a 7th-level evocation [cold] spell. Spell resistance applies.

Icewalking Aura (Ex) A divine beast winter wolf and all of its allies within 120 ft. can move across icy surfaces without penalty and do not need to make Acrobatics checks to run or charge on ice.

Summon Ice Spikes (Su) Three times per day, as a one-round action, a divine beast winter wolf can begin conjuring four massive spikes of ice in locations within 100 feet of the divine beast winter wolf. These locations begin to visibly rumble when the divine beast winter wolf begins using this ability. The ice spikes must be positioned at least 30 feet apart from each other.

At the start of the divine beast winter wolf’s next turn, when the one-round action completes, the ice spikes appear, piercing up through the ground as massive vertical spikes in the designated locations. Each ice spike is 5 feet wide and 60 feet tall. An ice spike which would impact the ceiling instead stops at the ceiling.

Each ice spike makes a melee attack roll when it appears, with +21 to hit against any creature standing in the location where the ice spike appears, dealing 8d8 piercing damage and 4d8 cold damage on a successful hit. Additionally, it makes a lower attack roll with +16 to hit against any creature standing adjacent to the location where the ice spike appears, dealing 4d8 piercing damage and 2d8 cold damage on a successful hit. The attack bonus is based on the divine beast winter wolf’s hit dice and Charisma bonus.

The ice spikes remain for 1 minute or until the divine beast winter wolf uses Howling Blast, at which point they begin to vibrate. 1 round after they begin vibrating, the ice spikes explode, dealing 8d6 cold damage to all creatures within 15 feet of them. Targets that take cold damage from this explosion are also entangled for 1 round by frost. A DC 22 Reflex save halves the damage. The save DC is Charisma-based.

After using this ability, a divine beast winter wolf cannot use it again until 1 round after the spikes explode.

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