#Giant Octopus Underwater

[heartnosekid]

a close encounter with a giant pacific octopus 🐙 | source

[spacenoirdetective]

Frank Frazetta

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😱This Is How Octopuses Attack Human 2023 | اخطبوت يهاجم الغطاس😯 #shorts

A massive octopus attacks a diver wrapping itself around his arms and equipment as he attempts to pry himself from its grasp. The diver eventually frees himself.

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[lampliekwoah]

I woke up at like 6 this morning and couldn't for the life of me get back to sleep.

So I said fuck it and went to opening time at the aquarium 😌

[k-star-holic]

'Accompanist' Jang Min-Ho X Jung Dong-won Sea Experience, Mars In Situational Drama Underwater Environment Concert 'One Stone Two'

[darksilvania]

The 5 Underground Lake pokemon

HAGABABA [Hag + Baba Yaga + Baba (Slime in spanish)] Poison/Dark The Slimey Pokemon Abilities: Gooey/Liquid Ooze - Corrosion (HA) Dex: "It can only be found inside an underground lake where the water has become acidic. Its body is naturally covered by a layer of slime that protects it from the corrosivness. It can alter the properties of the slime all over its body, making it slipery or sticky at will. It can even make it acidic and use it to attack its foes.” Moveset: -Slimeball: >Poison type / pwr 110 / acc 85 / pp 5 “The user spits a large glob of acidic slime to its opponent” >This move its also considered dark type >This move leaves the field covered in slime that causes entry hazard, if the move is used a second time, any entering pokemon will become poisoned -Sludge Wave -Nasty Plot -Acid Armor

THINKERFISK [Thinker + Inketfisk (Octopus in french)] Psychic The Starry-Eyed Pokemon Abilities: Clear Body - Misty Surge (HA) Dex: "It can only be found inside an underground lake where the water has become psychoactive due to the presence of special fungi. This has altered and greatly expanded this pokemons mind.” Its brain is said to be in a constant altered state, thanks to this it has achieved the ability to see through time and space, past and future, and even achieve enlightment.” Moveset: -Psychedelia: >Psychic type / pwr 110 / acc 85 / pp 5 “The user bombards its foe with a terrifying mental blast of changing colors and sounds.” >This move confuses the target. >This move reduces the target speed -Expanding Force -Power Gem -Cosmic Power

SPOOKIMERA [Spooky + Chimaera] Ghost/Flying The Long Nose Pokemon Abilities: Cursed Body - Perish Body (HA) Dex: "It can only be found inside an underground lake where the water has lost all oxygen, making it impossible for anything to live in it. This pokemon are the spirits of the fishes that used to live inside the lake before it became inhospitable, now they remain trapped in it, wearing their old skins as cloaks” Moveset: -Breathtaker: >Ghost type / pwr 110 / acc 85 / pp 5 “The user sucks the air from the field, making breathing harder” >This move its also considered flying type >fire type moves can’t be used after this move. >fog, mist, haze or gas are removed -Hurricane -Ominous Wind -Mean Look

TERRORICE [Terrorize + Ice] Ice/Steel The Terrible Claw Pokemon Abilities: Ice Body - Bulletproof (HA) Dex: "It can only be found inside an underground lake where the water reaches subzero temperatures without freezing. To withstand the cold, it covers itself with a thick ice armor, stronger than steel. Its giant claw works just like a chainsaw, using it to cut through ice and rock when looking for food.” Moveset: -Chilling Chainsaw: >Steel Type/Pwr 110/Acc 85/PP 5 “The user slashes at its opponent using its ice cold chainsaw-like claw” >This move its also considered ice type >If the opponent is frozen, this move deals double damage and removes the frozen condition. -Ice Hammer -Metal Claw -Sword Dance

SCALDORM [Scald + Ormr (Dragon in old norse) Fire/Dragon The Intense Heat Pokemon Abilities: Water Absorb - Storm Drain (HA) Dex: "It can only be found inside an underground lake where the water reaches temperatures above the boiling point without evaporating. It withstands the immense heat thanks to its unique oily skin. It produces an oily substance that protects its skin from the water’s heat, this same oil can be used as fuel, and will keep fire burning even underwater.” Moveset: -Liquid Fire* >Fire type / pwr 110 / acc 85 / pp 5 “The user attacks with a stream of burning oil that remains on the field afterwards” >This move may cause burning >This move leaves a fire entry hazard on the field >This move is super effective against water type pokemon -Scald -Dragon Breath -Fire Spin

[sensoryserenity]

Underwater Woman - They Might Be Giants

Underwater woman

Underwater lady

No one on the shore

Will ever know what's in her heart

x . x . x | x . X . x | x . x . x

[wjbs-bonkle-au]

Every Bionicle mask-power summarised.

Hau: Everything-proof shield

Kaukau: "Hey, wanna see how long I can hold my breath underwater?"

Miru: Somewhat balanced flight powers (can't take off from a standstill; horizontal movement at least somewhat controlled by wind)

Kakama: Wheeeeeeeee!

Pakari: Kinda like the Berserk Pack from Doom

Akaku: X-ray specs

Huna: Stealth mode

Rau: Google Translate

Mahiki: Illusions, but also just full-on shapeshifting for some reason?

Komau: Hypnotism kink

Ruru: "Night vision", which canonically manifests as a torch-like beam projected from the mask's front, and gives the wearer actual night-vision, and yet more x-ray stuff

Matatu: Gmod Physgun Telekinesis Addon 2004 No Virus

Calix: Basically X-Cell from Fallout 4 but without the intelligence boost

Elda: Thing finder, for finding things

Suletu: Telepathy and also psychic torture

Sanok: Aimbot

Kadin: Very unbalanced flight powers (literally the only downside is that the user can't hover in place)

Iden: Out of body from morning to night/Dance floor packed and I'm feeling alright

Arthron: *Whale noises*

Faxon: "Hey, wanna see my animal impressions?"

Zatth: Kinda like if going "pspsps" had an equal chance of attracting a cat, a bear or a car-sized land-octopus

Garai: Gravity-y-y-y-y-y, on me/Never let me down, gent-ly damn, two Gorillaz references in one post; I'll try to use another band next time

Volitak: Same as the Huna but worse

Tryna: Wise fwom your gwave!

Jutlin: Rust-vision

Avsa: *Vampire noises*

Felnas: Messes up your abilities, but only through touch for some reason?

Mohtrek: I have no idea how I'd condense this mask's timeline-fuckery into a single se- where did all these scars come from?

Shelek: ‍

Crast: Pushes others away

Mask of Mutation: Guess.

Mask of Scavenging/Vulture: Like the Avsa, but it only works on the recently-deceased

Pehkui: Makes you tiny

Mask of Clairvoyance: The last word of this post will be "diversity"

Kualsi: Nightcrawler powers

Mask of Emulation: "Hey, wanna see my non-animal impressions?"

Mask of Growth: Makes you big

Mask of Rahi Control: Gives you all the powers of a zookeeper

Avohkii: Let there be light!

Kraahkan: Actually I changed my mind; there should darkness

Mask of Psychometry: Ever wondered where your favourite shirt came from?

Rode: Mask of Seeing Through Your Shit

Olmak: Now you're thinking with portals

Mask of Charisma: Actually functions more like brainwashing

Olisi: Isn't it weird how Bionicle's most notable use of the "mad oracle" trope is A. unreliable and B. a giant Frankenstein-man who commits body-horror on random people?

Kiril: Basically the opposite of the Jutlin

Mask of Intangibility: *Ghost noises*

Mask of Possibilities: Essentially the Improbability Drive from Madness Combat, but on a smaller scale

Mask of Elemental Energy: who cares about this one like seriously it barely appears outside the games

Mask of Adaptation: Turns you into an environment-specific action figure

Mask of Aging: The mask that makes you old

Mask of Biomechanics: Essentially the Gmod ragdoll-mover addon

Mask of Conjuring: I'm just going to copy what Biosector says, since it's really convoluted and complex; "The Mask of Conjuring is a Kanohi that allows its user to verbally program a limited power into the mask for a brief period of time. The user must describe in detail the power desired and at least one weakness. If the phrasing is spoken wrong, it causes intense psychic backlash in the user's mind. The user can use a programmed power for fifteen minutes (with a Great version), and after the time is out, the user must wait thirty seconds to activate the mask again. The Noble version will only work for five minutes. Another weakness is because it requires time and speech, any enemies nearby can hear in detail what power to expect and what its weakness is. Because of this, the usage of the mask is more commonly done alone. It is also capable of being programmed with the powers of other masks, such as the Kanohi Hau."

Mask of Freezing: What do you think it does

Mask of Fusion: Combines things • Mask of Healing: Heals stuff

Mask of Incomprehension: 👁️🧠🫵🥫🚹🇮🇹📤

Mask of Rebounding: Something something rubber glue etc.

Mask of Reconstitution: Literally just another Mask of Mutation, but slightly worse

Mask of Sensory Aptitude: 'Cause I've got one two three four five/Senses working o-ver-ti-ime!

Mask of Undeath: I live... again!

Mask of Weather Control: /weather clear 18000

Mask of Weight Increase: Literally just a Garai that can't make things lighter

Ignika: Do-anything MacGuffin that turned into a guy once and also became God's hat for a bit

Vahi: Time isn't holding up/Time isn't after us/Same as it ever was/Same as it ever was...

Mask of Creation: Just kinda lets you make stuff, while also celebrating the Matoran Universe's cultural diversity!

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Mario Land

Debut: Super Mario Land 2: 6 Golden Coins

So I was lying awake in bed, thinking. What is up with Mario Land? Everyone knows that the setting of the first Super Mario Land game is Sarasaland. Nintendo loves to vaguely allude to it in character descriptions for Princess Daisy! But where does Super Mario Land 2 take place? Well, it’s in Mario Land, of course! Now, Super Mario Land does not take place in Mario Land. It takes place in a Land, in which Mario is a participant, but he doesn’t own the Land, just as he doesn’t own the World or the Galaxy. But he does own Mario Land!

Nothing is really clear about how Mario came to own Mario Land. Nintendo Power once described it as his ‘kingdom’, while the Wiki describes it as Mario’s ‘private island’. Lots of people immediately remark on how odd it is that Mario owns a castle in this game, and they’re right! It is odd! We don’t think of Mario as an avaricious man. He is a humble, working class individual. He lives in a cottage with his brother despite being a world-renowned hero. Except here, where he owns an entire landmass, with a castle! My personal canon, in my head, was that Peach or someone else gifted him with a large chunk of land and a castle as a reward for his heroic deeds. It seems the most likely, given what we know about Mario! But why couldn’t he settle for a vacation home, or anything of the sort? Why are we placing the responsibility of land ownership on such a modest soul? 

I think what is the strangest thing about Mario Land, to me, is that despite being Mario’s Land, it is so devoid of allies. Mario Land is vast and untamed, a collection of wacky themed zones filled with creatures entirely hostile to Mario! There are no maids or servants from Mario’s Castle, who fled Wario’s invasion. There are no Toads or Toad houses to aid Mario in his quest. Mario is entirely alone in a Land that bears his name, but his name only. Once his only symbol of power, his castle, is gone, Mario is back where he began, all alone in this foreign land. All the material goods in the world could not fill the void of - wait I’m sorry I completely forgot a key detail of Mario Land 2’s plot is that Wario put all of Mario Land’s inhabitants under a spell! False alarm everyone!

Everyone in Mario Land is actually Super Nice actually and was just brainwashed by Wario, who has the power of dark magic. The Big Bird from Tree Zone and the Octopus from Turtle Zone, and also Spikey, they all love Mario and see him as their king. I was gonna say the Witch too, but it seems the witch was Wario’s friend. Or are they Wario’s minions? If so, where are the inhabitants of Mario Land? Are they in hiding? We never see them! Who does Mario rule over? Is Spikey a wild animal? A brainwashed citizen of Mario’s country? Or an ally of the wicked and greedy Wario?

And of course, we have to discuss the matter of the Mario Zone. Mario was not content with having a Land, he needed to have a Zone in that Land, which is also Mario! It is actually one big Mario, a mechanical automaton built in his likeness. Mario has always expressed an interest in making toys of himself, as we see in the Mario Vs. Donkey Kong series, so it stands to reason that his major construction project would be just that, but bigger! 

Or maybe the Mario Zone always existed, before Mario came to Mario Land. Maybe it’s named Mario Land because one of its most famous natural formations is a giant wind-up toy that looks like Mario! And Mario’s Castle is named that by coincidence. I don’t know! I don’t have answers to any questions, ever! I literally don’t know anything! I’m going to bed!

Just kidding! I’m not going to bed. This post is a bit, um... rambly. But I thought it would be a shame to conclude it without appreciating how whimsical Mario Land is as a whole! There is a giant pumpkin with haunted woods inside it! There is a hippo that takes you to space! There is a turtle that swallows you and takes you underwater to a whale! There is a house that is just kind of a normal house but forces you to be really small to enter it! But I probably don’t need to tell you all that! It’s kind of what makes SML2 so wonderful! 

Would YOU live in Mario land? Would you want a monarchy as long as Super Mario is your benevolent ruler? What do you think of the giant turtle? Please let us know what you think of the giant turtle in the comments below. I don’t know. 

[heartnosekid]

giant pacific octopus | source

[dubylou-draws]

*Aggrieved pufferfish noises*

[Translators note: "You’re always whining about not wanting to go to work, you’re always hitting on girls, and you snore SO loud!"]

(no, I don't know what a pufferfish sounds like either)

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Merman Zenitsu and pufferfish Chuntaro!

I was backing up some files earlier, and stumbled across this dumb AU doodle from a few years ago. Seemed appropriate to colour it with watercolours!

Cute little Chuntaro is a prickly pufferfish in this AU... but that raises the question: what marine species would the rest of the corps use to communicate underwater?

Swordfish are extremely fast swimmers, have convenient weapons/ letter clips stuck to their faces, excellent eyesight, are highly migratory loners with a massive range, and... ugh, fine. They're the obvious choice, aren't they?

Most members of the seaman slayer corps use swordfish.

Further fishy ideas beneath the cut:

Tanjirou:

My first instinct is to say sunfish, but the mental image of one of those massive creatures drifting menacingly behind him at all times is just too ridiculous.

And yet... somehow it makes perfect sense? A gentle giant that acts like a shield, patiently sheltering his sister from the sun whenever they travel near the surface.

Shinobu/ Kanao/Kanae: Butterfly fish, of course! All with polite and graceful personalities.

Shinobu fights using a variety of marine animal venoms including stonefish. Stonefish stings are treated with the applicaton of heat to denature proteins in the venom... so if Douma's an ice guy in this AU too, he's in for a rough time.

Inosuke: Briefly had a cute little pigfish, but he ate it within a day. Now he just has a regular corps- assigned swordfish. They're also tasty, apparently... if only he could catch it!

Tengen: Really wanted a Fireworks fish/ some other absurdly flamboyant tropical fish. Instead, he was assigned a bland- looking, tiny little fish that's well- suited to stealth missions.

It's been thoroughly ✨bedazzled✨by now and loves him. The most popular family member by far. Very plump and spoilt.

Gyomei: Green humphead parrotfish. These guys are massive, pretty docile, and spend most of their time crunching through rock- hard coral with big teeth to scrape off yummy algae, pooping out the rest as sand. They are cleaners that are instrumental in maintaining the health of coral reef ecosystems.

Gyomei's parrotfish is no exception; however, it used to be an insatiable glutton, to the point of destroying the coral reef it once resided in and being ostracised by its peers as a result. Wracked with guilt and with nowhere else to go, it received an invitation to serve in the corps. Its new master helped it learn self control.

Rengoku: There's no shortage of bold, flame- coloured fish species out there... but I reckon this guy just has the same generic swordfish species assigned to the rest of the corps. The only difference being that his used to be his father's loyal companion, and it's aged a bit, so it's not as speedy as it once was. It should've retired years ago, but refuses to abandon its self- imposed duty of keeping its master's son on the right path.

Was a rebellious playboy in its youth. Now it's a straight- laced military type, follows corps rules to the letter. Doesn't trust that slimy sea slug Nezuko one bit.

Sanemi: SAILFISH, hands down. Aggressive, vaguely wind- themed predator, and the fastest swimmer in the ocean. Both of them are pretty smug about that last point.

Genya: An archerfish would make sense thematically... but again, Genya just seems like another corps- assigned swordfish kinda guy to me? He definitely has a pet snapping turtle though. It's very small, and VERY grumpy.

Muchiro: A sweet natured blue- ringed octopus who wants nothing more than to be friends, but suffers from crippling social anxiety that makes it seem aloof and unapproachable.

Everyone is TERRIFIED of it except Tengen, who thinks it's flamboyant as heck, and Shinobu, who is simultaneously obsessed with it and wants to stab it dead.

Muchiro just ignores it, for the most part.

(Giyuu can relate).

Mitsuri: Blobfish lacking in self- confidence. Mitsuri thinks it's cute, and is absolutely correct in her opinion. Accepts cuddles from Mitsuri and Obanai only, and blushes at compliments. It's also insanely flexible, just like its master. Copes well under high pressure!

Giyuu: This man has a manta ray, no doubt about it. A creature of few words with a serene and peaceful disposition... yet inexplicably a huge social magnet that effortlessly draws everyone's attention (away from Giyuu). Especially popular with young merchildren, whom it often allows to ride on its back. Holds a deep respect for both its master and Urokodaki (who has a manta ray too, by the way).

Obanai: Had the toughest time deciding this one. A striped beakfish would match his colour scheme perfectly, but... I just don't think it suits him. A striped marlin, maybe? Anyone with more ideas, let me know!

Kaburamaru is a sea snake, obviously. A black- banded sea krait.

[danydragons21]

The Shadows That Sing: Chapter 35

Read on ao3 here.

Chapter 35: Reeds

Shock rang through Elain for a steady, pounding moment. Then panic hit her in full force.

“Vassa !” she screamed, the sound echoing throughout the forest. But she knew her friend could not hear her. What was she doing, wasting time screaming? Vassa needed her.

Elain did not allow herself the opportunity to get scared. Instead, she took a deep breath and dove beneath the surface. 

It was dark, much darker than she anticipated, and the water warped everything, twisting and blurring it; even her Fae eyes were having trouble adjusting. Reeds and algae and other underwater growth tried to tangle itself around her limbs. Still, though, she kicked her legs as hard as she could and swam down, relying on Vassa’s faint, quickly-fading scent in the dense water to guide her toward her friend. 

The lake was incredibly deep, far deeper than it looked from above the surface. The deeper she went, the less she was able to see, until finally she could not see anything at all. But then, as if she’d subconsciously willed it, her hands began to glow, fully illuminating the underwater scene before her. 

And what a horrible scene it was. For several dozen feet below her, swimming rapidly in the other direction, large as a ship, was a monster of the worst kind of nightmare. It had the head of a shark and the body of a giant octopus, but to simply describe it as such would be an injustice to its grotesque horror. Bubbling warts and boiling blisters coated the monster’s gnarled skin, which was composed of scales and the color of dried blood; teeth long as her forearm and sharp as daggers protruded from massive, mythical jaws; its tentacles were the width of a tree trunk.

And clutched within one of those pockmarked tentacles, unconscious and pale, was Vassa. 

Elain wouldn’t let herself consider that the Queen was anything but unconscious - of course it was temporary, of course she would be fine - and instead devoted all her energy to stopping the horrendous creature before her. 

The monster either hadn’t noticed Elain’s presence yet or didn’t see her as a threat, because it continued to swim downward, quickly and one-mindedly. But what was it swimming toward? Elain wondered, for the only thing at the bottom of the lake was the bottom of the lake , right? 

Right?

She’d rather not find out, she decided, and raised her hands. A second later, a burst of blinding white light burst forth from her fingertips. 

It missed the creature by an inch, instead crashing into the rocky surrounding with a loud boom. Taken aback, the creature spun around. Its beady eyes narrowed when it saw Elain. It was definitely aware of her presence now. 

However, to her surprise, the sea monster didn’t veer toward her, instead continuing its descent downward, though there was a significant increase in its speed. What was it doing? What did it want with Vassa? And what the hells was at the bottom of the lake that it so desperately wanted to reach?

Well, whatever it was, the creature would never reach it, Elain thought, a snarl forming on her pretty face. Not if she had anything to do about it. Her hands began to vibrate with righteous light and pure, unfettered power. 

This time, her magic hit the monster square in the middle of its scarred dorsal fin.

An eerie, piercing shriek sounded throughout the cave, reverberated through the water and pounded in Elain’s ears with unnatural intensity. She smiled grimly - she had hit her target. 

But her magic hadn’t killed the creature - it had only harmed it. And from the way it turned slowly toward her, its gruesome visage twisted into a deadly expression, she had also angered it greatly. 

With an almighty snap of its sharp and unnervingly long teeth, the monster changed course and made a beeline for the Seer instead, Vassa still entwined in its tentacled grip.

That’s right, Elain thought savagely. Come and get me, you ugly bastard. She threw her magic at the creature once again, missing by an inch. She shot again. Direct hit to the chest. Still, the monster kept coming. The magic instead bounced off the creature’s scales and ricocheted against the wall behind her, shards of rock exploding through the water. The scales that coated its skin appeared to be made of something impervious to her magical prowess.

Panic threatened to crowd her focus, but she wouldn’t let it. She wouldn’t succumb to the fear, no she would not. Because Vassa was her friend, and she was Elain Archeron, and she may not be perfect and she may not be wholly good but she was a damn good friend and she would not be the reason this kind and good and fair queen died. She would not do that to the people of Vassa’s court. To the realm. 

She would not let her friend go. 

The monster was close now, too close. So close she could smell its rancid, rotting flesh; a smell she had only encountered one other time, when she’d been in the conservatory and -

Elain Archeron closed her eyes. There was no time to connect the dots.

Focus , she thought, a stillness washing over her. Breathe . 

She opened her eyes. The creature was nearly upon her. It opened its wide jaws in preparation, and then -

Her magic hit the monster in the dead center of its wicked, beady eye.

An explosion emanated from the depths of the ponds; emanated from the small, brown-eyed female who held the power of worlds within her palms. It filled the pool with a blinding, scorching white light. One second the creature was wide-jawed and dangerous; the next, it was lifeless, its glittering eyes empty and unseeing. Its tentacles flopped uselessly in the choppy wake.

And Vassa, still unconscious, red hair bobbing eerily around her face like a halo of writhing snakes, began to float upward. 

Elain swam and kicked with all her might, reaching her friend in a matter of seconds, ignoring her need for air  - Fae did not have gills, after all, and her energy was quite nearly drained after that massive use of power - but she did not allow herself to rest. Through sheer will and determination, she forced her mind to steady itself. Then, with two hands cupped beneath her friend’s armpits, Elain dragged the queen upward.

Before she reached the surface, she glanced down once more at the depths below. Despite the visual difficulties she’d experienced just minutes before, she could now see perfectly to the bottom of the lake; it was that clear. Almost as if her magic had cleansed the water of all darkness and impurities. 

Then she saw it. An object, lying in the center of the lake, wildly out of place, clearly left for her to see. For her to understand .

Comprehension hit her in the chest like a silver arrow. 

Her eyes widened in terror, but she’d wasted too much time already - there was no time to dwell on the horrible realization she’d just had. Instead, Elain tightened her grip on Vassa and kicked toward the surface with all her might.

No breath had ever tasted as sweet as the one she took when breaking the surface. For a brief moment, she gulped down the night air, savoring the coolness of it, reveling in the expansion in her lungs. 

With some effort, she heaved her friend's soaked body onto the bank of the pond and crawled out after. Then she knelt beside Vassa. The queen’s lips were blue, a stark contrast against her pale skin and the dark red hair plastered against her scalp.

“Wake up, Vassa,” Elain said. She shook her shoulders, softly at first before increasing in intensity.

But the queen did not move.

Shivering and trembling all over (and not just because she was soaked to the bone), Elain bent over and pressed her head to Vassa’s chest. 

Silence answered her. 

“No,” Elain said aloud, sitting straight up. “No,” she repeated, baring her teeth. She was shaking Vassa’s shoulders with absolute vigor now. “No, you can’t, you can’t,” she told her friend, her voice breaking like the waves against the Pentalos shore. But breaking wasn’t an option, not when Vassa needed fixing and only Elain was there to put the pieces back together - the pieces that she herself had caused to fall apart in the first place - 

Elain began alternating between chest compressions and plugging Vassa’s nose while she breathed air into her mouth, just like she’d seen her father do years and years ago to a young stable boy who’d nearly drowned in a pond. The worker boy had been fine, but he hadn’t been beneath the water for nearly as long as Vassa. He hadn’t been snatched by a monster so horrible she’d never even imagined something like it could exist.

“Vassa, wake up,” Elain begged, still pressing her palms desperately against the queen’s soggy chest. Tears began filling her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “Vassa, please, you have to wake up, come on, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

Still, the queen did not stir.

“ No! ” Elain cried out. “Vassa, please !” Tears were now dripping down her cheeks in earnest.

She had to fix this, she had to, but Vassa wasn’t waking up, which could only mean she was -

Clarity hit Elain like a punch to the gut. 

Slowly, hands still trembling, she removed them from her friend’s body. She accepted that was what Vassa was now: a body. Accepted that the Vassa that lay before her was nothing more than a fresh corpse.

But not for long. 

Elain had never before summoned her magic in such sequential, back-to-back occasions, nor in such substantial amounts. She’d never been so drained, so exhausted in her very bones. 

But somehow, at the same exact time, she’d also never felt more alive; never felt more dangerously and intrinsically powerful. Never felt more sure of herself and her abilities.

She closed her eyes and rooted herself in place, allowing her magic to rise within her like the tide.

By the time she returned her hands to Vassa’s chest, they were glowing like the bleached moon that watched them from amidst the starlit sky. 

Elain poured every bit of her remaining strength into her magic. She poured and she poured and she poured, and she did not stop, not even when her vision went spotty and her head started to swim. She did not stop until she felt Vassa shudder beneath her.

The queen gave a great, heaving cough, water sputtering from her throat. Her blue eyes were scared and confused, her breaths were long and ragged, and her heartbeat was weaker than it should have been. But she was alive, she was blessedly and beautifully alive . 

Gasping for air and shaking herself, Elain collapsed onto the damp grass beside Vassa. Instinctively, she curled against her friend’s newly-warmed body. Vassa clutched onto her skin like a lifeline. 

“ Elain ,” the queen rasped, sounding scared and confused and awed, all at the same time.

“S’ okay,” Elain managed to respond, her voice nothing more than a hoarse, tired whisper. Her head was starting to spin ominously; sleep was calling to her in earnest. But there was something she needed to tell Vassa first, something wildly important, something that couldn’t wait -

“What the hells happened?” a voice shouted, shattering the thick quiet of the night. She tried to sit up and see who it was, but she could barely keep her eyes open long enough to make out the trees encircling the clearing, let alone move into a sitting position.

“ Elain! ” Someone else screamed. A pang went through her chest. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know who that was; she’d recognize her sister’s voice in death. And besides, she could taste the thick panic emanating from Nesta.

“Holy fuck, do you feel that?” another recognizable voice said, sounding stricken. “What is that?”

“Vassa!” That was Lucien, she was nearly sure of it. He must not have left for the Autumn Court yet, she thought dizzily, breaths growing deeper and slower. 

Her vision was now going black, the sweet lull of unconsciousness impossible to deny much longer. She knew it was only a matter of seconds before she succumbed to inevitable exhaustion, but just as the thought crossed her mind, someone knelt beside her and grabbed her by the shoulders.

The touch was all too telling. Rough and demanding, yet heart wrenchingly gentle. Panicked, yet incredibly controlled. A contradiction in and of itself. It was the only touch in the world that could give her the strength of will to force her weary eyes open.

It was him. Of course it was. Of course it was , and he was just as perfect as ever, his kind and handsome face gazing down at her with an expression so worried, so abject, that it must be love. And he had come for her. Just like before. Just like he’d sworn he always would. A thousand centuries, he’d said, that first afternoon in Rosehall. A thousand centuries, and he’d come for her every time. 

Did he know she would do the same? Did he know there was nothing she wouldn’t do and nowhere she wouldn’t go to ensure his safety? To keep him by her side, where he belonged?

This was the last coherent thought Elain had before she closed her eyes and let sleep swallow her whole. 

***

Azriel had lost count of how many times he’d thrown Truth-Teller at the same spot of the tree trunk. He was sure his shadows were keeping count - they were the ones fetching the dagger each time, after all, and had impeccable observation skills - but he wasn’t interested in knowing. 

He’d been standing in the clearing for several hours - the same clearing with the same lake that had swallowed Elain and Vassa and then spit them out. The same lake that used to hold a monster, though Rhys had seen to pulverizing the thing’s carcass two days ago.

Two days. It had been two days, and both Elain and Vassa had yet to wake up from whatever stupor they were both stuck in. Suffice it to say, it had been 48 hours of inexplicable agony for the shadowsinger. 

While the healers insisted that both women would be fine - that their bodies were recovering the best way they knew how, and they’d both wake up soon enough - Azriel knew he wouldn’t be able to relax until Elain opened her big, brown eyes and smiled at him. Only then would the knot of terror that had wedged itself in his chest unloosen. Only then would he stop throwing Truth-Teller at the same spot of the same godsdamn tree trunk.

A shadow curled up to his ear, telling him what Azriel had scented the very same moment - he was no longer alone in the clearing.

“Care to share why you’re here?” Azriel got straight to the point, not bothering to turn around. He didn’t feel like talking right now, and Cassian knew it. He didn’t feel like talking to anyone. Not until Elain woke up. 

Not until he knew she was going to be okay.

For whatever reason, a memory from centuries ago, from when he was just a child, flashed through his mind right then. It was a conversation he and his mother would have nearly every time he was forced to leave Rosehall:

“I’m scared, Mommy,” he’d say.

“That’s okay, darling,” she’d reply. “That doesn’t mean you can’t be brave, too. Fear and bravery go hand in hand.”

Fear and bravery go hand in hand, the words echoed.

Gnashing his teeth, he threw the dagger yet again. It missed the center by several inches.

“It’s nice to know some things never change,” Cassian commented as Az’s shadows retrieved the knife.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Whenever you’re stressing over a woman, your technique gets sloppy.”

Quick as a snake, Azriel threw the dagger right at his friend’s face.

“And slow ,” the Illyrian General added, intercepting the dagger with obnoxious ease and tossing it back to Azriel by the hilt.

“Say why you’re here or leave me alone,” the shadowsinger said, his voice deceptively calm. He threw Truth-Teller again. This time, it hit its target perfectly, quivering in place afterward.

Cassian sighed heavily. “I came to get you,” he said.

“I’m on guard duty. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re going to want to come for this.”

“For what?” Az asked despite himself, glancing back at his brother. The long-haired Illyrian was watching him carefully. Too carefully.

“The healers said she should be awake any minute now.”

Azriel froze. “What did you say?” he asked in a deathly quiet voice.

Cassian regarded him carefully, then gave a tentative and strangely encouraging smile. “Elain is about to wake up, Az. I figured you’d want to know.”

He took in the news. He processed it. And when the truth finally sunk in, the Mother herself couldn’t have stopped the wide smile from blossoming across his face. He didn’t even care that Cassian could see. He didn’t care at all.

She was awake, and that was all that mattered.

***

Someone was calling her name.

Elain , the voice said, soft and sweet.

She didn’t know where it was coming from. Above her, behind her, inside of her - it didn’t matter. It was there all the same. 

Seer , it sang, tempting as a siren. Kingslayer , it cooed, like something from a nightmare.

What do you want? Elain asked, sounding braver than she felt. 

What I’ve wanted from the very beginning , the voice taunted. This time, it was clearly coming from behind her. She turned - there was no one there. 

But then the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she just knew whoever - whatever - was speaking to her was right behind her, truly this time, and then the voice whispered a chilling question directly into her ear - 

Elain Archeron opened her eyes.

After a few blinking, blurry moments, a striking golden head swam into focus.

“Took you long enough,” Mor murmured, grinning down at her, but there was an odd strain to the blonde’s smile. 

“How long have I been out?” Elain croaked. Hells, her throat was on fire. She sounded like a male bullfrog.

“Two days,” Mor said apologetically. 

Grimacing, Elain accepted the glass of water the other female offered her, gulping it down in a single swig. Mor refilled it for her once, then again, then again. Several glasses later, Elain finally set the glasses aside. 

“Where is everyone else?” she asked, her voice sounding semi-human now.

“Waiting for you,” Mor answered. “Are you ready?”

Elain blinked. “Ready for what?”

Mor raised an eyebrow. “For the inquisition,” she answered ominously. “Everyone has, oh, about a thousand questions for you and Vassa.”

She hoped the blonde couldn’t see her heavy swallow. 

Five minutes later, Elain once again found herself in the grand atrium, seated at the long oak table. There had been a flurry of hugs and kisses and thank the gods you’re okays when she’d first arrived - Azriel had even embraced her in front of everyone, albeit quickly - but now everyone was staring at her expectedly, waiting for her to begin telling her story.

However, she had a few questions of her own first.

“Where’s Vassa?”

“Still asleep,” Nesta answered. “The healers say she’ll be waking up any minute now.” 

Elain nodded, unsurprised. She didn’t know how to explain it, but she already knew that Vassa was and would be perfectly fine. Like she could sense her friend’s wellbeing as much as she could sense her own now. 

“How did you know we were in trouble?” she asked.

“We heard the explosion,” Lucian answered. 

“It was hard to miss,” Jurian said dryly. 

Elain bit her lip and glanced down. “Oh.” 

“Tell us everything,” Feyre said, her voice quiet but commanding. “From start to finish.”

The Seer was silent for a long moment. What was she to tell them? The truth - or only parts of it? How could she give them the entire story without disclosing the full scope of her powers?

She wished she could have spoken to Vassa alone before this bloody interrogation. She was sure her friend would be more than willing to keep this secret if asked, especially since Elain had just saved her damn life. Though, of course, had Elain not so foolishly suggested a midnight romp in the woods, her friend mightn’t have needed saving in the first place. 

“Elain,” Feyre said quietly.

“Give her a second,” Azriel snapped. “She just woke up, for gods’ sake.”

“It’s alright,” Elain replied after a moment, rather breathlessly. The shadowsinger had just defended her publicly, and it filled her with enough confidence to answer her sister’s question - though with some key details omitted. 

“Months ago, Vassa and I talked about swimming in the lake out in the woods. Vassa used to go there all the time before - ” she cut herself off. It wasn’t her place to talk about the queen’s trauma with Koschei. “Anyway, tonight, we decided to actually do it. But moments after we jumped into the lake, Vassa was pulled beneath by - by a -” she broke off, barely restraining a shiver. “I don’t actually know what it was.”

“You were attacked by a luska,” Feyre said. “I recognized it immediately when Rhys disposed of its carcass.”

“A luska?” Elain repeated. “What’s that?”

“A giant half-shark, half-octopus hybrid that can travel at breakneck speeds and change colors to match its surroundings,” Feyre answered readily. “Despite its massive size, it can warp its body just so that it can worm into small crevices, underground caves, rugged seabed, shallow water - you name it. Luskas are incredibly dangerous. Hardly anyone survives an attack from one, let alone kills one.”

“How do you know all this?” Nesta asked, sounding slightly awed. “I’ve never even heard of one until two days ago!”

“I read about it,” Feyre answered.

“Impressive,” Nesta remarked.

Feyre went slightly pink; compliments from Nesta were as precious as they were rare. 

“Well, what happened next?” Lucien asked impatiently. His eyes were noticeably bloodshot; he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. 

Elain hesitated for just a second. This was the part where she’d have to tell some selective truths.

“I dove in after her. I swam down, deep into the lake, where the monster was dragging her away. I started just - just screaming at it until eventually it changed direction and headed toward me. I truly don’t know why I thought that would help, and I certainly don’t know what I was planning to do when it did notice me. I just knew I had to do something.

Then, when it started coming at me in earnest, I was so sure it was going to swallow me whole, but suddenly there was this huge flash of light and it just… died .”

“It just died ?” Cassian echoed hoarsely, his normally bronzed visage rather pale. “But how did it die?”

“I’m not sure,” Elain answered, semi-honestly. Just because she knew she had the gift of life didn’t mean she understood how it all worked. “I got lucky, I suppose,” she finished with a lame shrug.

“It wasn’t luck that defeated the luska,” said Feyre quietly. “It takes an incredibly powerful being to defeat an ancient monster like that.”

“What are you implying?” Jurian asked. 

“You think someone else was down there with them?” Mor asked, eyes wide. 

“It’s the only logical explanation,” said Feyre. Her grey-blue eyes met Elain’s wide brown ones. “Did you see anything suspicious? Do you remember anything strange?”

She thought again about the object she’d seen lying on the lake floor, grateful at that moment that Azriel had taught her how to keep up her mental shields all those months ago.

“No,” she answered. “No, I didn’t notice anything like that.” She was proud of herself for maintaining steady eye contact with her sister the whole time, her face even and open, not feeling guilty in the slightest. Some secrets weren’t meant for more than two people, and what Elain had seen at the bottom of the lake - well, that was a message just for her. What difference would it make for them to know about it?

“She’s lying,” someone said quietly. 

Her head spun around. It was Lucien who had spoken. He was leaning forward slightly, a dark, foreboding look in his one good eye. 

And Elain didn’t need to use her seer powers to sense that everything between her and Lucien - everything between her and everyone - was about to change.

“It wasn’t someone else who defeated the luska,” he said. “It was Elain.”

___

A deep, resounding silence followed Vanserra’s declaration. 

Everyone around the table looked puzzled, as if they weren’t comprehending what the red-haired male was suggesting. Even Azriel, who knew perfectly well that Elain was capable of defending herself against the creature, was having trouble comprehending the turn the conversation had taken.

“Are you suggesting she took down a luska…with her seer powers?” Nesta asked, frowning in confusion.

“No,” Vanserra continued, an awful bite of impatience in his voice. “Her other powers. The ones she’s been hiding.” 

Azriel blinked. A strange numbness was spreading through him.

“Stop,” Elain said, her perfect pink lips barely moving; there was a wild, frozen look about her. 

“What are you talking about?” Feyre asked.

“She has far more magic than just seer magic,” Vanserra said through gritted teeth. “But that’s not important right now. Keep going. What happened next? What happened to Vassa?”

“Back the fuck up, Vanserra,” Nesta snarled, silver flames burning in her grey-blue eyes. “You don’t get to decide what is or isn’t important right now. ” Her fiery gaze turned toward Elain. “What the hells is he talking about, Elain? What other powers?”

When Elain didn’t say anything, Vanserra spoke again.

“Tell them,” he said. 

Across the table, Elain let out an unintentional noise, like something a wounded animal would make. “Lucien,” she said, her voice raw, “ stop. ”

“ No ,” Vanserra said fiercely. “This isn’t something you can keep a secret. Not anymore. Not now that this has happened. Tell them the truth .”

The numbness in Azriel continued to spread, joined by a ringing in his ear. Vanserra couldn’t possibly be talking about…there was no way Elain would have told him about her…

“Elain? Is there something you want to tell us?” Mor asked quietly.

The middle Archeron sister remained silent, though she rather tellingly clasped her hands behind her back.

“If you don’t tell them, I will,” Lucien threatened.

Her brown eyes went wide, and everyone could scent the rise of her panic. “Lucien, please .”

Lucien, however, seemed undeterred, something fiercer than anger crackling through him. “I swear to the gods, I will,” he said, baring his teeth. “ Tell them. Now. ”

The look she shot at the red-haired male could only be described as betrayal. “Fuck you,” she hissed, angry tears shimmering in her eyes. But then she turned to her sisters, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin. 

Bravery and fear go hand in hand, his mother whispered to him again.

“It wasn’t someone else who defeated the luska.” A deep swallow worked its way down her slender throat. “It was me.” 

A deep, resounding silence echoed in her confession’s wake, leaving everyone reeling as they processed what most of them were hearing for the first time. 

Azriel, however, was reeling at a very different realization.

Vanserra knew about Elain’s powers? How? Or, more precisely, why ? Because of course Elain had to have told him; no one else besides himself knew. Not her sisters, nor their mates. Not Vassa. Not any other member of the Night Court. 

But Vanserra knew. Vanserra . Before any of the others, she’d told him this significant secret. And as to the answer of why…well, it must be because she trusted the Autumn Court princeling. Because she cared about him. 

Even though a small part of his brain knew that Elain had trusted him first, had told him, Azriel, before anyone else…he couldn’t focus on that. All he could think of was how big of a deal she’d made when first sharing her powers with him. How he’d made a fucking bargain vowing to keep the truth of her powers quiet. 

But apparently she trusted Vanserra enough to not only tell him about her magic, but to tell him without requiring such similar promises be made. 

He could feel Elain trying to catch his gaze; like always, he was hyper aware of her presence, of her every move. But unlike always, he had no desire whatsoever to look at her. 

Something worse than shame, worse than guilt, was coursing through his veins. He felt played. Deceived. He felt like the biggest fucking idiot on the planet. He felt like cutting off all of Vanserra’s hair and stuffing it down the High Fae’s throat till he choked. 

Mostly, he felt like his heart was breaking, though he knew that couldn’t be quite accurate; he didn’t have a heart to break, you see.

There was nothing else for it but this: she did not trust him. And right now, he did not trust her, either.

And in that moment, and for a shameful amount of moments that followed, he resented Elain Archeron for it.

Before anyone could say anything, the doors to the room were thrown open. Through them, wearing a tartan dressing robe, her red hair wild and untamed, a look of queenly determination in her bright eyes, was Vassa.

This meeting is over, she announced. I need to talk to Elain. Alone.

***

Elain sat on a velvet chaise in Vassa’s quarters. No tears ran down her cheeks; no passion fueled her spirit. She wasn’t even angry; not even toward Lucien, who’d betrayed her secret. In the wake of the revelations revealed in the throne room, all she felt was empty.

“You may leave us now,” the queen told her handmaidens. They bowed and left the room.

Vassa let out a great sigh. Slowly, she made her way over to the opposite chaise, dropping down into it with the weariness of a woman half-a-century her senior. 

Finally, the queen looked at Elain. 

“Are you alright?” she asked quietly. 

“No,” Elain replied in a rasping voice. She was the furthest she’d been from okay in a long, long time. “But that's not why you want to speak to me, is it?”

“No, it’s not.”

They were both quiet for a long time.

“It’s time I tell you what I should have told you a long time ago,” Vassa said. 

A spark of something flared in Elain. For weeks now, all she’d wanted was for Vassa to be honest with her. Now, though, on the tail-end of losing one of her own, most valued secrets…did she really want to know what Vassa had to say? Secrets were weapons all their own -  was Elain ready to face the potential blaze of ruin the sharing of this secret could ignite?

Unbidden, her thoughts turned to another secret, one she’d just gained - and one she still hadn’t lost. One that was, for now, only hers. She thought of what she’d seen; thought of the teasing, taunting message left there. She could see it so clearly, even now, lying on the rocky lake floor, crisp and newly-trimmed and blood-red in color, its perfectly full petals swaying delicately in the current.

She thought of the question the disembodied, reedy voice had whispered into her ear, during what she was not quite so sure was a dream anymore:

"Did you like the rose?" 

The spark in her turned into a steady, flickering flame. 

“Do your worst,” Elain said. “I’m ready.”

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[muppenthings]

Welcome back!

Is there any lore of the big squish squiggle? And what does he think of humans and giant creatures?

Thank you! :D

I'll answer the second question first! He was very curious about humans from the first time he encountered them. He was interested in everything; the sounds they made, body language, social interactions, their clothes, their creations etc. He absolutely loved learning about them and then forming connections with them. Even if they did sometimes "bite him".

While he's still insanely curious (all of our technology is new), after a past experience he's a little more wary of getting emotionally close to humans. Less willing to form bonds.

As for giant sea creatures, he's poked at them enough (aka learned everything about them) so they're just a regular part of life at sea now. Most of them are food (except the giant octopus, that'd just be weird). Anything giant on land however, that's a different story!

As for the lore; under the cut ;)

He's an ancient deepsea dweller that was attracted to the surface during the early Age of Sail. All the lights during nighttime, the loud sounds, the sinking ships and shipwrecks at the bottom. Everything contributed to pique his curiosity.

In his eagerness to explore, he did sink the first ship he encountered. Luckily he realized that the little critters aboard can't breathe underwater (or swim very well) so he learned to be more gentle in his approach. He also learned that there's "baby boats" inside the bigger boats that the critters also use (aka. lifeboats).

A small northern island ended up befriending him, in a way. They imitated his blue bioluminescence with a blue stained glass oil lamp and placed at the bow of the ship. To him it was a "friend" signal. The islanders would summon him using a large blowing horn and he'd keep their ship safe during the trading trips.

It became a tradition for the islanders, and he was happy to help his "friends". He loved the sea shanties and he was slowly picking up on their language.

Sadly it ended on a bad note for him, and the islanders by extension, and he returned to the deepest sea again. Not to be distrubed by human activity again until a deepsea rover startle him.

[student-in-nightraven]

Deepest depths of sea love

Azul ashengrotto X GN reader

Summary : [name] lived by the shore, near a ocean cold and salty, they awoke underwater Infront of a merman, he was an octopus, he told them he'd grant them any wish in exchange for their soul, [name] refused. But what will happen after?

Genre: : fantasy, slight horror, slowburn

Tw: tentacles, sea creatures

2d person's point of view

Your eyes slowly opened as you found yourself underwater?.. you panicked thinking you've drowned only to realise you can breathe, how?, before you could comprehend what was fully going on, you noticed something standing in front of you, it looked like an octopus, due to the darkness you couldn't see well, as your eyes slowly adjusted to the dark you could make out a torso and arms, so this thing was a human?! Then why'd it have tentacles!?, As you were panicking it slowly approached you, and in a surprisingly soothing voice "Greetings human, I've summoned you here because I've got an offer" "what?! What even are you? And how can I talk or breathe underwater?!" You panicked wanting an answer "calm down you don't have anything to worry about, I've given you a potion which will allow you to breathe and talk, I am Azul ashengrotto the warlock of the sea, I've got an offer you cannot refuse" he smirked "You see, I can grant you any wish, power, luxury, gold, beauty, love. Anything, in exchange for your soul." He said with a tone that sent shivers down your spine "so, what do you say?" "Absolutely not!" You yelled azul looked baffled "you think I'm just gonna give up my soul for that? You couldn't be more wrong" "what are you a fool?" He snapped "I can give you anything and you still refuse to give up your soul?" He looked angry, he kept trying and trying to convince you to give him your soul but everytime you just kept refusing, he was about to rip his silver hair out, azul let out a giant groan "UGH! Why are you humans so STUBBORN?!" he put his hands on the side of his face and then clutched his hair "Now let me go home!" "Just make a deal with me! I can give you anything ANYTHING just give me your soul is all I ask!" He was begging at this point, you were still refusing, he sighed from annoyance "fine! Go home, you foolish human" a sudden light appeared as you blinked and appeared near the shore, you swam as fast as you could to the shore coughing up water you didn't even know you swallowed "the hell was that..." You were trying to catch your breath, you definitely won't come back here, or will you?

Part 1/???

[gemwing2010]

The Sea Devil Headcanon

In the mermaid AU of Cuphead, the Devil’s mer form is a giant devil ray. His lower body is a long manta ray tail with his trademark spade shaped tip and he has pectoral fins on his back like a cape. Picture him like the Evil Manta from the old The Little Mermaid cartoon series.

He is called the Sea Devil in name and title in the AU but he will be still be named “Devil” by the main cast in conversations.

His pitchfork is referred as a trident.

Just like his canon counterparts from the game and cartoon, he is the most feared creature in the entire ocean. And much like Ursula the Sea Witch, the Sea Devil makes deals with poor unfortunate souls who are desperate or don’t know any better.

Just like in the game and cartoon, he takes the souls of his victims and locks them in a soul vault.

He still often goes by the names, Old Scratch, Mr. S and the Big D, but he will also be often called the “Devilfish” by King Dice.

He enjoys seafood dishes that are named after him such as devilled crab and devilled mackerel dishes.

He occasionally enjoys coconut since tropical fruits from the surface world are a rare delicacy for merpeople and mer-demons.

His favourite beverage is wine made from ocean berries but he also enjoys sea champagne on special occasions.

His underwater lair is a cave in the shape of a demonic skeleton that bears a striking resemblance to himself (try to imagine it like the fun house he transformed into a “House of Horrors” like in Carn-Evil, only as a skeleton).

Much like from the cartoon, he has a magic mirror he can use to scry the entire ocean and spy on any potential victims.

Next to the throne room, bedchamber and study area, his lair has a lounge room with a giant oyster with a giant pillow that fills up the bottom half of the shell, serving as a daybed couch.

As a brilliant singer, he often has a siren-like voice to often lead human victims near the shoreline where he would make deals with them or to lure the object of his desires to sleep.

With his shapeshifting, he transform his mer form ranging from turning his lower body into an octopus’ tentacles, the tail of an eel or even a shark.

If he wants to, he can completely transform into any sea creature of his choice as well as a sea serpent version of his dragon form and can also disguise himself as a merman.