#Electric eels and salamanders both!

[oculusxcaro]

Despite the DNA of aquatic species being used for her genetic manipulation, Khare is still an obligate airbreather and must surface for oxygen eventually. That being said, she can hold her breath for an absurdly long time, her metabolism having slowed to a crawl to the point where she can stay submerged for extended periods when necessary.

[encyclopika]

Pokedex from the ask game ☆

Hey there! Thanks for asking! (From this ask game)

Pokédex: Your perfect/favorite team

My favorite or "dream team" is my All-Fish Team. And I'm going to take this opportunity to talk about my choices and lay out some moveset ideas as of Gen 9. Think of this like if I was a gym leader, my "type" would be fishies.

Whiscash

Moveset: Earthquake, Aqua Tail, Rest, Snore

So, yeah, this team would be somewhat vulnerable to Electric types, so I'm nipping that in the bud right now. Whiscash is also a cutie pie, so I'd definitely have this freshwater, Earthquake baby on my team. And before anyone asks about Quagsire, he is not taxonomically a fish, he's a salamander.

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2. Gyarados

Moveset: Aqua Tail, Hurricane, Dragon Tail, Rain Dance

I have loved Gyarados since the beginning. So ferocious, so powerful - I still love having one no matter what game it is. Rain Dance helps both Hurricane and Aqua Tail become better moves and Dragon Tail can allow Gyarados to mess with Dragons without getting too messed up by Dragons.

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3. Sharpedo

Moveset: Crunch, Liquidation, Ice Fang, Slash

Must have Sharpedo on my team no matter what. I'm pretty miffed this is the only true shark Pokemon, but I digress! Sharpedo is awesome and cute and I love it. This guy would be my Psychic and Ghost buster lol.

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4. Dragalge

Moveset: Toxic Spikes, Venoshock, Dragon Pulse, Mud Shot

I am so, so, so happy that Pokemon stopped automatically making every single fish a Water type. Like, yes, they live in water, doesn't mean they have to be Water Type. Not everything that lives in forests and fields is Grass type! So why we doing this to the fish? When Dragalgae was introduced in Gen 6, I was ecstatic. So, here's my team's token Dragon, along with being a Poison pain in the ass, even after it's dead. <3

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5. Eelektross

Moveset: Wild Charge, Crush Claw, Coil, U-Turn

Another one that's a non-water fish. Excellent. I love to see it. Also, anyone that tells you this is based on an electric eel doesn't know what they're talking about. Sure, the fact that it's eel-shape and Electric type is all well and good, but my friend Eelektross and its evos are Lampreys to an absolute T. Still the only representatives of Jawless Fish in Pokemon so far, if memory serves. It also has no weaknesses at all with its Levitate ability, because if you're only going to make 1 jawless fish, better make him OP.

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6. Veluza

Moveset: Liquidation, Psycho Cut, Crunch, Fillet Away

Before Gen 9, Bruxish filled out as my Psychic type for this team. Both of these fishies have relatively the same stats and moveset, so honestly, this space can be taken by either one. You can bet I used both of them on my main team in each of their respective games.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Rpg Anon: 1. Sure. Remnant Sonia can still use military equipment for her attacks while still reveling in the death of her own people and controlling morale. Hell, it be fitting for her own attacks to hurt her own allies/Novoselic citizens. 2. I may have forgotten some but I'll try. To save time, I'm skipping descriptions and also not going to include the special status effects the other Remnants have.

Burn, Bleed, Stun/Shock, Despair, Hope (I forgot what this did), Hunger, Stuffed, Good Luck, Bad Luck, Frozen, Taunt/Aggro, Charmed/Hypnotized, Wet, Fear, Poison, Confused/Disoriented, Sleep, Berserk, Mute, Blind, Doom, Chibi, and that's all I remember so far.

//Ok, so here’s a list of animals I think we can consider using for Gundham’s fight. I don’t know if we’ll use them all, but I also think it’s a fun and stupid idea to have a boss that can inflict almost every random status effect on you.

Salamanders burn you. I know that doesn’t make any sense, but this is Danganronpa and in Danganronpa, everything is bullshit. Either that, or we get a panda to spit fire.

Wolverine’s inflict bleeding by attacking with their claws. honestly, any animal that has sharp claws that they use specifically to attack would work, but Wolverine’s I think work best.

Stun/Shock is inflicted by Electric Eel’s or alternatively, Jellyfish.

We’ll leave out Hope because regardless of what it does, it doesn’t make sense for a Remnant of Despair boss fight to inflict Hope.

Despair is inflicted by Gundham himself.

For Hunger, I really have no idea, but I came up with a stupid concept in using Seagulls. To give the sense that seagulls steal the food that’s in your hand without warning, and leave you hungry and depressed.

I don’t know about stuffed. Maybe we could get a monkey or ape of some sort to shove food down your throat.

Good Luck should be implemented as a random chance thing that can turn the tide in your favor, and bad luck do the reverse. I think that a Black Cat should be used for both, because in most places, when a Black Cat crosses your path, it’s considered to be bad luck, but in places like Scotland, it’s the reverse, where Black Cat’s are considered very lucky. So if a Black Cat appears in the battle, whichever one you get is a coin toss. (Thank you Simon Pegg for teaching me that.)

Freeze should be inflicted by an arctic animal like a Penguin or a Polar Bear. Again, it makes no sense, but it doesn’t have to.

Taunt/Aggro is inflicted by mischievous monkeys/apes. And I know I used those for stuffed, but that was more of a guideline than anything else.

Hypnotize is inflicted by a cobra. There are a few animals like a cuttlefish that can hypnotise it’s prey by flashing disco lights, so I did consider that, but a cobra seems more useable, and Gundham HAS used one before.

Wet is inflicted by a fish. Just a regular fish that Gundham throws at you.

Fear is inflicted by Lion. Lion’s probably have high attack when they get summoned in battle, but they can probably terrify you with a roar.

Poison is inflicted by scorpions. Pretty standard.

Confused/Disoriented is inflicted by Butterfly’s/Moth’s. The reason being is they have large circles on their bodies that look like eyes. Predators often aim for the eyes (or the head). Eyespots fool them into attacking a less vulnerable part of the body. I know the human brain is smarter than most animals, but even so.

Sleep is inflicted by poison frogs. I just wanted to use a different toxic animal for this one.

Berserk is inflicted by Octopi, because they jump on your character and cover them with ink, which enrages them.

//And I don’t know what to do for the others. I think we’ll miss Chibi as well though because that’s just ridiculous.

-Mod

[feitanswife]

Ya know I find it rather funny that I’m the type of person to have a full blown panic attack at the sight of a bee, has no mercy for spiders when they’re inside my house, and get so damn wimpy around plants like I get rashes just weeding my flower bed without gloves...

But in Pokémon my favorites are always like... three foot tall bees, two separate spiders both bigger than most dogs, a centipede as big as a horse, toxic dinosaur frogs, bipedal salamanders that cross bred with electric eels... whatever the fuck Roserade is supposed to be.

For some reason bugs are on this sliding scale of scary where thry get scarier as they get bigger until they get so big they... stop being scary?????

Like here’s a handy graph.

Once the bug is like... bigger than a cat it suddenly isn’t scary anymore. Then it’s just cool and I want one as a pet.

I think it boils down to the general scariness of bugs being in part that they are small and yet can do so much damage. Them being small makes it worse cause they can be sneaky.

A bee could crawl up your pants. In fact several of them could. At once. In the woods. With your cousins present, who then have to watch you strip out of your jeans screaming and crying and ride all the way home in an oversized jacket and no pants in an old jeep with no top, the trauma of the incident leaving you with anxiety that rendered you unable to spend time outside for several years and even ten years later causing panic attacks at the mere sound of buzzing wings.

A beedrill could not do that. It might stab me through my neck but hey so could a dog and that doesn’t stop me from loving every dog I meet.

The moral of this story is that I need therapy and I want a three foot tall spider as a pet and I want to ride it around like that girl from the Latios and Latias movie did cause that was like objectively cool as fuck.

[anagrammaddict]

The Greatest Show

Wow, I am really running behind on the prompts lol. Wrote this one ine a hurry, so it’s a bit abrupt.

For SpiritAssassin Week 2017 by @fyeahspiritassassin. Day 2. Prompt is: AU

The visitors to the Circus Kyberus arrive long before the show starts. Their ships rumble into the  Circus’s vast docking port, attendants waving fluorescent batons at the guests and directing them along the prismatic passageways, to the central auditorium at the heart of the massive starship.

Come and catch the Greatest Show in Space: that’s what they call the Circus Kyberus, the best galactic entertainment there is -  witness daredevil acts and simply stellar performances, excuse the pun (poor advertising from Ringmaster Chirrut Imwe).

But the lights and the glam and the death-defying acts have all but lost their novelty for the star of the show: the High Voltage Acrobat, Baze ‘Blaze’ Malbus.

He’s been here fifteen years; he’s seen the lot; he knows the tricks even though the other circus folk guard their secrets jealously. But after awhile, one trick is the same as the next, anyway. He’s seen the supersonic chariots, the strong man(droid) performances, the laser pyrotechnics, the electrothaumaturges, the rocket booster trapeze, the trained troupes of giant sklatha salamanders, extinct everywhere else in all the charted systems of the universe, except here in this galactic freakshow.

God, if there’s such a being at all, knows why he even stays. Actually, God just might be the biggest, most grandiose circus act of all.

“And now!” a voice booms from the arena. It’s Ringmaster, in his usual brilliant scarlet overcoat with a trailing bridal train and an equally scarlet top hat. He cracks his whip and sparks fly, rising in a hissing cloud to temporarily engulf him, and the audience cheers. “The star of our show, the one and only High Voltage Acrobat in the entirety of the universe, ‘Blaze’ Malbus!”

The crowd howls and stamps.

The cube-shaped electrical grid that had been assembled quietly during intermission now lights up. Brilliant blinding blue. The crystal shaped spotlights swerve around to direct the full intensity of their beams upon the vast and non-symmetrical lattice, which crackles with electricity. Techno music pounds from hidden speakers, bass rhythms amplified by the arena’s subwoofer network, so it feels like the whole starship is pulsing, a gigantic metallic heart in the vacuum of space.

Baze mounts the platform at the top. Notes the positions of the insulated handholds, the mid-air micro-coordinates where he’ll have to twist his body and avoid the wavy parallel rails. Sets a rhythm deep within his body.

But even this is dull for him. Fifteen years of this crap. He’s old. He ought to retire. Maybe go to this faraway idyll called Earth, the native world of coffee and adorable alien feline creatures known as cats.

He glances down, way down past the bottom transmission bars to where Ringmaster is standing, fire-whip still cracking up a frenzy. If he’s not careful, he’s going to set himself on fire again. And then Baze will have to stop his act and douse him with a canister of coolant. Not for the first time either.

As if sensing Baze looking down at him, Ringmaster turns his face upwards. White-blue unseeing eyes, their colour and their blindness magnified by optic irradiator implants, catch his stare. Ringmaster smiles a lazy toothed smile at him. Baze can see the indents of his dimples from high up here.

For a moment, he pauses, disoriented by the recent memory of Ringmaster in his arms, of that smug smile wiped off his face, replaced by the openness of his mouth, slack, moaning, spit curling out of the corner of his lips as Baze fucked him against the walls of his own quarters.

No, he has to concentrate. Or he’ll fry himself pretty in this grid.

He closes his eyes, tries to find that point of calm deep within.

Then he leaps off the platform, calculating all the way, every nano-second of his freefall. Fizzing strings of electricity leap off the bars and try to attach themselves to his skintight conductive suit, try to connect into the circuit of his own flesh and blood, and the electrical impulses of his own heart. Lightning pursues his trajectory through the grid. The crystal-spotlights start strobing in technicolour. It makes for a spectacular display and the crowd grows more feral with the applause and cheering.

Personally, Baze thinks that some of them would just  love  to see him slip, see what happens, never seen a man fry on electricity before.

He makes a grab for the handhold and his aim is true. Then he undoes the hasp of the swing, calculates, concentrates - and swings across the grid, spinning, eeling, until he gets to the next handhold.

Then he finishes his whole circuit, spends all his moves. It’s banal like that.

He starts to descend, when a tremendous crack comes from below.

Ringmaster has held up his hand for silence from the crowd. Baze stops and stares. Now what?

“You have all seen the magnificent Blaze! Now for the next part of his act…”

The  what  part of  what  act? No, no, fuck this shit, his act is over. What is Chirrut up to?

“..I, your humble Ringmaster and host for tonight, will now ascend to the platform and enter the grid…”

“You will not!” Baze thunders from where he’s standing. But nobody hears him.

“...and I will leap off, without a safety harness or a protective suit…”

“And fall to your death! And then I’ll have to extract your sizzling, charred meat off the rails.”

“..and our one and only High Voltage Acrobat, Blaze Malbus, will catch me…”

“What if I don’t?” Baze shouts, only to be ignored.

“...or maybe he won’t…”

The crowd howls louder than ever. It sounds like they’re baying for blood. Wishing the excitement of mishap upon the performers.

“...and if he doesn’t catch me, then well, let me thank you all for being here with us. You’ve been an exceptional crowd and I am truly honoured to have been your host for tonight.”

With that, Ringmaster sheds off that six-foot bridal train of his robes, and his scarlet overcoat and top hat, wearing only a shirt and red harem pants. He scales the ladder easily to the platform opposite Baze, on the other side of the grid.

He smiles at Baze. “I’m ready when you are.”

“Chirrut, this isn’t in the script.”

“Well, this is an unscripted performance.”

“I’m not doing it.”

“We are already in the middle of the performance, whether you like it or not. Besides, what have you got to fear? You’re going to catch me, aren’t you?”

“You,” growls Baze, “have far too much faith in me.”

Chirrut spreads his arms, tilts his blind gaze to the ceiling. “And  you need to have some faith in me. You need to have some faith in the fact that I have faith in the fact that you are going to catch me, no matter what.”

“I think if your brains get fried on the grid, it’s not going to affect your twisted sense of logic.”

Chirrut laughs. Then he straightens all the mirth out of his face and looks directly at Baze. When he speaks, there is iron in his syllables. “Catch. Me.”

Ringmaster steps off the platform. He hurtles downward, straight as a calm arrow, electricity fizzing in his wake, but never seeming to touch him.

Baze forgets to calculate. He leaps off without thinking, seizes the swing and arcs downward, a hand outstretched, sweeping through the charged air, to lock around Chirrut’s elbow. He hears Chirrut gasp as Baze nearly wrenches his arm loose of his socket, and then twists them safely around to a lower platform.

The audience nearly erupts.

Later, once the show is over, and Baze goes to Chirrut’s quarters.

“Right,” says Baze. “I quit. I’m leaving.”

“Think before you do anything,” Chirrut cautions.

“Says the Ringmaster who jumped off the platform straight into waiting death.  Why would you do something so stupid as that? Don’t you know the risks?”

Chirrut is carefully storing away his ringmaster jewelry and overcoat. “Don’t you feel different?”

“Feel what?” Baze growls.

“All this time. All these years you’ve been working here. You’ve been here far longer than I have. I know your discontent. Boredom. You’re bored with the whole act. Everything is just one shiny routine to you. So why not change things up a little? Spontaneity is the salt of life, they say.”

Baze takes a deep breath. “Just because I’m bored or discontented doesn’t mean I want you to risk  any  part of yourself for me. I can’t - I don’t know what I’d do if - if -”

He trails off.

Chirrut doesn’t say anything for a moment. Then: “I’m sorry.”

Baze is incredulous. “Did you just - say you’re sorry? That’s a first.”

“I’m sorry to have caused you much distress.” Chirrut looks thoughtful. “Though all that distress is unnecessary, if only you’d believed in the both of us a bit more.”

“I knew that apology wasn’t going to last long.”

Chirrut puts his arms around him from behind, kneads the muscles of his shoulder. “Please don’t go, Baze Malbus.”

“Say that again,” says Baze roughly.

“Please.” Chirrut unbuttons Baze’s shirt.

“Again.”

“Please. Stay.” Chirrut’s mouth presses kisses on the nape of his neck, stutters a line along his bare shoulders. "With me."

“I’ll think about it,” says Baze. Then he turns to face Chirrut and kisses him, a deep bruise of a kiss.

***

Later, Baze sits up in Chirrut’s bed. Chirrut is asleep, his body flushed and bare, his sleep unbroken and rhythmic.

Baze thinks of another show he’ll have to do the next night. And the night after that. And after.

He thinks of anchoring himself to some planet, preferably one with an ocean (that Earth place sounds so good in all the ads), where he can learn how to surf. How to fish. How to look at the stars and all the universe from a fixed point, instead of constantly swinging through space in some big flamboyant circus starship.

But then again, he’s already got his fixed point, his anchor.

He gets up from bed and gets himself a glass of water. But he stays.