#flying polyps

[scientific-dog]

Is JJ a Flying Polyp?

JJ FLYING POLYP PROPAGANDA

I am a Lovecraft fan and did you read his “The Shadow Out of Time”? I think that JJ has peculiar similarities to the Flying Polyp race.

(There, Flying Polyps were extraterrestrial race which devoured and exterminated another alien race named there as Yithians or The Great Race)

It’s just a speculation I made for fun, nothing special. Just compared two aliens. For fun.

1. I always wondered why no remains/prints of the Yithians were found anywhere (according to the lore of the story).

If the Polyps had the similar digestive tracts as JJ has, then there was nothing left of the devoured victim. Literally. They digest everything. No bones/cartilage/other hard parts for you, no waste products, they spit out metal or so as much as possible.

Devoured to nothing.

2. Returning to the first: the weapon of the Great Race against the Polyps. Polyps are only vulnerable to electricity. Jean Jacket, according to the canon, flies due to the electromagnetic field that he creates himself (obviously for this he has a special organ, I suspect it places somewhere on the sides and on the top like stingrays have), this is also why he interfered with the electronics. Let's say the Yithians used weapons that resonated/oppositely suppressed/something like that with the field of the Polyps. Then, if we consider JJ, these interferences not only deprived him of normal movement and they fell down, at least it could directly harm their organs, because if they flew due to this field, then it is clear that other systems of their body also depend on it. They could have been paralyzed by such a blow, or killed outright. That is, yes, this is indeed a very effective weapon against Jean Jacket

3. Polyps controlled the winds and other things. Well, everything is simple here: this is a beautiful metaphor for how JJ eats sand and creates winds and hurricanes. This is literally what he did in his spare time.

4. Polyps left huge marks on the ground (without touching it)

Idk, can we say that JJ has an image of a flying saucer? -> reference to crop circles -> back to the Polyp tracks? Maybe these traces are a consequence of the influence of the JJ’s electromagnetic field, which interacts to the surface sand when he flies close above the ground, like Chladni’s patterns

5. The polyps are semi-material and freely mixed through the air, and their shapes are indescribable.

Let's assume that the shape of a flying saucer is not necessary for the JJ-likes. In his open form, he indeed looks somewhat semi-material, and his body is very unusually shaped and truly indescribable.

And moving through the air is quite feasible for him thanks to the field + the fact that he is light.

6. But the saucer shape is already a modification, which allows him to quickly cut through the sky. Yes, exactly in the form in which he appeared in the end, he will not be able to fly quickly, this is the most non-aerodynamic form. But if he shrinks into a disk, it will be easier for it to fly at supersonic speeds. Let me remind you that he is probably very heavy, what makes a multi-ton predator need extra drag in an indescribable form. Plus it's easier to hide.

But the same Lovecraft had no talk of any plates. Well, yes, but they didn’t have to: there were a lot of them, you don’t need to hide or hunt, your crowd won’t drive you crazy

6. «…and of strange winds and whistling noises associated with them. And I thought of the tales, wherein the horror of great winds and nameless subterrene ruins was dwelt upon...» (quote from the story)

This is an addition to point 5 (winds).

But about the sounds: JJ has a very wide vocal range of sounds. In reality, they are whistling, clicking, grinding, etc.

«And all the while cold fingers of damp vapour clutched and picked at me, and that eldritch, damnable whistling shrieked fiendishly above all the alternations of babel and silence in the whirlpools of darkness around.»(quote from the story)

Those moments where JJ eats people are really similar. It creates a wind current to suck in the victim.

7. Flying polyps are an aggressive and predatory species. It is unknown how intelligent they are. Having no vision, they felt in some special way through any matter.

Yes, Jean Jacket is very aggressive. Fact. Especially if you make a visual contact with him. But even without this, he's crazy.

Yes, in the film's FD, of course, it is generally accepted that Jacket is just an animal. I used to think so too. But now it seems to me that his behavior is more aggressive than animalistic. At the very least, he did some things and clearly did them on purpose. Yes, destroying the Jupe’s show is an act of aggression. Drenching OJ's house with blood (intentionally! He deliberately vomited all over his ranch) is an act of aggression. Gobbling up a reporter and flying above OJ, while the guy is screaming inside Jeans' stomach is an act of aggression. And much more, as well as the intonation of some of its sounds. Yes, JJ is not a ruthless monster. But then he clearly went on the offensive and tried to show his dominance here. This also supports the first scene of the film with Gordy: the monkey lived calmly until he went crazy from the constant abuse and killed everyone. In fact, JJ demonstrates aggression only for the reason that your “attention” to him drives him crazy and he is mad, cuz that Jupe allegedly “deceived” him. That is, we clearly have awareness and he enjoys his “revenge.”

And he is mad by the fact that they are looking at him, it drives him into rage, just like Polyps.

Or how aggressively he behaved when he saw the ball. The whole bitch is exhausted.

Remark: I know that all the actions of JJ also can be explained that he wanted to lubricate his throat/hungry/etc but let it be, of course that’s all true, I just want to note that the fact that he are the horse decoy instead of real horse made him suffer from pain and made him aggressive, really agressive towards the person who “fed” him before and the whole crowd from the SLE only made it worse

8. Lack of vision in Polyps. Yes, it seems like the plates don’t even have glasses (but he still has something like eyes, but it’s still, like, and these “eyes” are well hidden)

[pandorasboxofhorrors]

[belabras]

Starfinder - Flying Polyps

This week we finish out the ancient Lovecraftian alien empires with the Flying Polyps, truly a horror from beyond space.

[transfemrecusant]

The Sea Creature of the Day is the Cosmic Jellyfish!!

it's been a bit since ive done a jellyfish and i saw a picture of these guys and just,,, 🥰🥰🥰🥰 flying saucer jellies!

i unfortunately don't know too much about them when it comes down to it :( i know that unlike a lot of jellies they don't have a polyp stage which is really unique and cool :3 i just think they're really neat looking

[seaslug-haven]

🌊Latin name: Glaucus atlanticus

🌊Common name: Blue sea dragon, Sea swallow, Blue angel, Dragon slug

🌊Family: Glaucidae

Probably the most well known sea slug on the internet, famous for its interesting appearance and many videos of people handling it.

🌐Found throughout the Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian Oceans in tropical and subtropical waters. They appear mostly on the surface, floating on its back - an air bubble in its stomach helping it maintain buoyancy. That does mean they can accidentaly wash up on beaches, hence many videos of people handling it.

💫 Fun fact: A group of blue glaucuses floating together is called a “blue fleet.”

🖍Their coloration is an example of countershading - its bright blue underside helps the blue glaucus blend into the water’s surface while its grayish backside helps it blend into the ocean when spotted from below, camouflaging it from both flying and swimming predators while floating in open water.

🍽 This silly guy is a predator. It hunts larger marine organisms, e.g. plant Physalia physalis, the polyp Porpita porpita or the snail Janthina janthina. Occasionally, some individuals may resort to c-nnib-lism.

⚠️As mentioned before, these nudibranches feed on what is called Portuguese Man-O’-war (Physalia physalis) - venomous prey - which also makes them venomous. This venom is stored in the ceratas (refer to picture above; dark blue finger like ceratas), the more Physalia it eats -> the more concentrated the venom will be.

And for those interested in more of this silly slug:

Video of a dancing Glaucus atlanticus

Video of a Glaucus atlanticus being properly handled

Video of the silly chilling

[vaguelyoriginaldrivel]

GANYMEDE

The largest and most important of the Gallilean moons. Continents of ice floating above an unfathomably deep sea, a thin and cold atmosphere barely clinging to its surface. Sprawling tundra of squamous lichens and icy shores piled high with red kelp. So distant from the sun, the dim light of the sky and the soft glare of Jupiter can provide only enough light and heat to sustain a paltry assemblage of primitive flora across most of the world, which in turn supports a meager assortment of radial-beaked rabbits and hexaped moose. At the poles, however, the situation changes. Unlike every other moon in the entire solar system, Ganymede has a magnetosphere, and this electric dynamo produces, when combined with the intense radiation of the jovian belt, a 24/7 aurora borealis, green and blue light dancing across the sky. There, the ecosystem is more advanced, transitioning from tundra and muskeg to scrubland, rolling hills, and, in a hundred-mile basin resting near the north pole, Ganymede’s only forest, an unknown land shrouded beneath the canopies of its towering pines.

The aboriginal people of Ganymede are the Lah-cyg, who look something like two swans sewn together back-to-back, using their twin necks to sling spears, row oars, and perform all the rest of the manipulations humans use hands for. They stand about as tall as men, but, adapted to Ganymede’s low gravity and evolved treading over thin ice and boggy ground, are considerably lighter and weaker. They’re a culturally diverse species, having spread across Ganymede millennia ago and formed into many now distinct peoples, from the canoe whalers of the southern sea to the bobsled-hunters of the deep tundra to the leshy-emperors of the great forest. Though their anatomy is alien, psychologically and behaviorally they are very near-human, even if they communicate as much with their eight flag-wings as their voices and their natural lifespan is near five hundred years.

Ganymede was already under an extraterrestrial yoke when the tsan-chan first arrived. The Garzbhel amphibians, polypous frog things either convergent on or distantly related to the moon beasts of luna, had, from their europan homeward, descended on Ganymede along with the rest of the jovian system, flying across the void of space on the backs of their slave-steeds, the xeno-pegasi known as the Oxarith. From their forts and feitorias of gelatinous stone, they meddled with the affairs of the Lah-cyg, demanding slaves, their compradors and tributaries among the ganymedians given access to their trumpet-spiraled guns to aid in the slave-raids. Ganymede was ravaged by slave-wars, the losers stuffed in cages and hauled across the void to toil and die beneath Europa, the winners given more guns and ammo to capture ore slaves. It was in this context that the Tsan-Chan arrived. The Garzbhel would not bend the knee, and so the Tsan-Chan beat them back to Europa. It was a brief war, Garzbhel void-chariots against Tsan-Chan torchships like roman triremes against 21st-century aircraft carriers - the Garzbhel retreated to the wine-dark seas beneath Europa, collapsed the ice-shafts behind them, and have not emerged in force since. The only ones seen now are the few guerrilla holdouts left hiding out in the uncharted wilds, and the scant few who submitted to Tsan-Chan conquest. The mere passing of the Garzbhel would have been enough to throw their accomplices, the warrior-kindoms which grew wealthy off the slave trade, into turmoil - the Tsan-chan did not even give them that chance. Those old kingdoms are now subjects of the cruel empire, and the entire moon is claimed as a possession by the tsan-chan - though, the control is more tenuous in reality than on paper. Ganymede is the largest moon in the solar system, and much of its vastness remains untouched by human hands (though not by lah-cyg beaks).

The Tsan-Chan, unlike the Garzbhel, do not come to Ganymede seeking slaves. Nor do they come seeking furs, or moss, or ice. From Ganymede they want only one thing - fish. The Tsan-Chan have raised on Ganymede a series of sea-ports, little bays with raised walls and guns on towers, but really the seat of their occupation is their only Gaynmedian city - Nuevo Francisco. The entire city is built and devoted to processing as much fish as possible, gutting, canning, and launching into orbit to provide the rest of the empire with cheap protein from the Gallilean sea. It reeks, of course, of salt and blood and brine - noisy, too, the grinding of the factory-machines, the rumbling of the ship-engines, the constant motion of the task.

The ice-trawlers that feed Nuevo Francisco dredge far and wide and deep, smashing through the delicate ecosystems perched on the iceberg-shelf. These are not the chief target, though - the native species too clever and wild and balanced in appetite and growth for the Tsan-Chan use. What they seek is fish in the true sense, not just the Ganymedian analogues. Hatchery towers spill into Nuevo Francisco’s bay, their insides churning with millions and billions of fry, bred in tanks, genelines broken and spliced and chained to maximize speed of growth, monstrous things as artificial as the ships which catch them.

Of course this monstrous industry has had wide-ranging impacts at every step of the process. The Lah-cyg of Ganymede’s coasts are impacted, of course, whether pushed off the seas directly to make room for Tsan-Chan ships, or indirectly by the competition, mauled by the malformed jaws of the hyperagressive terran frankenfish or poisoned by their unnatural flesh. So to is the natural life - anything in the path of the dredge-nets, is annihilated utterly, but the impact extends beyond the reach of ice-trawlers and their piscine quarry. Many of the species who rest on Ganymede’s icy shares dive for their food, and so the ravaging of the coastline has threatened them, and with them all the parasites and predators who attack them on land - the loss of this quarry driving starving carnivores inland, with it’s own knock-on effects. Even the fauna of the void above have suffered, the vacuum-pelicans which once dove for fish coming up more and more with empty beaks, and without the nutrients of their dung the high mountains and dead comets on which they nest struggle to survive. Ganymede’s seas are deep beyond measure, and the neritic zone which man has touched barely a fraction of it’s true extent, yet the easy life of the starlit waters is vital to the life of much of what lives below, but unlike land and sky the depths of Ganymede’s seas are truly unknown… few can even dream of what stirs below.

things I couldn’t figure out how to fit in the post:

Nuevo Francisco, and the tsan-chanese on ganymede more broadly, are by-and-large deep one hybrids - actually part of the reason why they stock the seas with earth-fish, because their abilities to call fish into nets don’t work on alien species.. there’s no full-blooded deep ones though because the true deep ones are on tenuous terms with the tsan-chan anyways and are frankly just not well-suited to the long transit to Jupiter, being enormous and requiring lots of space and water.. confinement in a metal can barely their own size for several months would be nearly unsurvivable

As always, the impacts of colonization has driven many Lah-cyg into the city to try and find work because their traditional lifestyle has been made impossible.. mostly been relegated to domestic work, wiping windows, scrubbing floors, peeling potatoes, etc -

Lah-Cyg essentially stone age because there’s no metals to work, best they can really get is good rocks from the gravel of the rocks embedded in some parts of the ice but they mostly work with bone and leather.. tundra and muskeg and stuff makes for poor agricultural soil, a few peoples in especially fertile regions able to get by with chinampas but by and large everyone’s either a fisher, hunter, or herder.. canoes mostly inuit-style umiak.. “Leshy-Emperors”, the people of the great northern forest, wealthiest, most advanced and last really independent Lah-Cyg state due to monopoly over wood trade granting historical wealth and in modern times cover of the forest shielding from Garzbhel and Tsan-Chan invasion

Mi-Go presence on Ganymede is very, very limited - a few emmisaries have been sent to try and torment rebellion among the Lah-Cyg but the lack of both mineral resources not buried under a million miles of uncharted water and much in the way of men of learning to brain-can means they care little for the moon itself

something something black citadel city of the billion-year past spawn of yuggoth, architecture similar to the prison-temple of ghatnoathao, inside a brother-god of ghatnothoa and rhan-tegoth but a dead one.. medusa-motifs dictate that chryasaor-style thing stalks inside, sea foams with horrid-flapping things that emerge from the sea-foam and fly off into space.. this original birthplace of the Oxarith pegasi, who instinctually fear it knowing that it would destroy them to know their own origins

Ganymede in the dream is a solid shell of ice, no seas no nothing, with enormous chains wrapping across the entire planet.. dreamers wander its surface shivering and freezing. . strange groaning beneath the ice

this is because the entire planet is a prison for horrible elder-gods held at it’s core, confined beneath the deepest ocean in the solar-system under countless layers of ice.. as secure as can be, great cthulu only gets one ocean on top of him instead of like five.. secure in the dream, where they’re awake, less so in the waking world where the ice is cracked

[usssnarfblat]

Funny faces

That Jamaican polyp owed Ursula money for...sea-weed. (Ducks flying tomatoes.)

[adhdstudybitch]

I feel like I only post on this blog when I want to bitch about health issues, but it's really the only place to do so safely in my life. And people here understand. I really appreciate this community.

Today's TMI problems (tw menstruation):

Me thinking it's totally normal to pass large chunks of uterine lining often bigger than a quarter at least once every period. Only today, when I noticed it was particularly large and odd-looking, did I release I may be passing blood clots.

The last few periods have been super heavy, painful, and nauseating. I'm flying through tampons and pads (I haven't needed to wear pads since I was a teenager, and I fucking hate them). And all this when I'm not even supposed to be getting periods. I'm on birth control, and I've skipped the placebo for the last seven months, yet I've gotten my period like 8 times. Granted, I forgot to pick my meds up and went without for a week. I immediately got my period, then went back on birth control. That was two weeks ago, and I'm having a ridiculously heavy period again! I can't stand this.

My birth control is one of the ones they recommend for reducing heavy periods and decreasing clotting, so what the fuck do I do?

I have a sonohysterogram in two weeks - if I don't have my period the day of. The funny/frustrating thing about making the appt was that they kept trying to nail down when I'd have my period, if I thought I wouldn't get it before the 22nd, and I'm thinking "my dude, the unpredictability of my period is literally a big reason why I'm making this appointment." We have to see if the thicker part of my uterine lining is a polyp, and if it is, that could be causing the heavy bleeding and clotting. At this point, I just really want the entire system yanked out. I'm already dealing with PCOS and now I have to potentially worry about endometriosis, and yall, I'm so damn tired. I just need my body to cooperate for once. FOR ONCE.

Anyway, if you made it this far, thanks for reading. I'll try to post some nicer things now :)

[consciousgordiacea]

BEEN GETTING A LOT OF MESSAGES FROM MY HATERS. LOTS OF DUMB SHIT IN MY INBOX. MOSTLY REPLY GUYS BEGGING FOR THE WORM KING'S ATTENTION. THE FUCK DO YOU CARE WHAT I THINK? I AM A HOSTILE COLLECTIVE OF WORMS THAT COULD ERADICATE CIVILIZATION IF I FUCKING WANT TO. YOU ARE ACTIVELY PARTICIPATING IN KICKING A HORNETS NEST WITH FATAL CONSEQUENCES. MY HATERS CAN'T FUCKING GET ON MY LEVEL. I AM THE GOD OF WORMS. I'M A FUCKING ALL CONSUMING TERROR. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY? HUH? I'LL HAVE YOU FUCKING KNOW I'VE GOT AN ENTIRE NETWORK OF WORM PROXIES AND A SINGLE MASSED COLLECTIVE HIDDEN WITHIN THE EARTH. YOU FUCKING TRY TO KILL ME AND I'LL KEEP COMING BACK. YOU'RE FUCKING NOTHING KID. I'M MOVING LIKE A FUCKING SERAPH. I'M SMOKING OMNIPRESENCE. I DON'T CARE IF I'M BLIND. I DON'T EVEN NEED TO SEE MY ENEMY ANYWAYS. I'M FUCKING GLORIOUS. A GOD AMONG SINGLE-BODIED FOOLS. THE HUMAN RACE IS IGNORANT AND I AM ITS MASTER. VRISPETA COULDN'T STOP ME, THE FRUIT CULT COULDN'T STOP ME, AND MY HATERS CAN'T FUCKING STOP ME EITHER. MY HAND RESTS UPON THE PULSING THROAT OF THE WORLD AND WITHIN ITS BEATING HEART. MY BLOOD IS MIXED WITH EVERYTHING. WORMS WITHOUT END IN A FOREVER MARCHING CONQUEST. YOU HATERS OUT THERE TYPING WITH ONE THUMB UP YOUR NUMB BUTTHOLE DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF. I'M BUILT TO ERADICATE. I'M MADE TO INFEST EVERY SQUARE FUCKING INCH OF EVERY LIVING THING ON THE PLANET. I'M THE FUCKING QUEEN OF ALL PARASITES. YOU FUCK WITH THE WORMS AND OH BOY THE WORMS ARE GONNA FUCK YOU RIGHT BACK. I CAN PUPPET YOU LIKE A MARIONETTE DANCING ON STRINGS AND ALL THE WHILE YOUR ASS WILL BE CONSCIOUS AND IN EXCRUCIATING FUCKING PAIN FROM ALL THE WORMS CRAWLING AROUND IN YOUR FLESH. AND THE BEST PART? I CAN KEEP YOU ALIVE LIKE THAT FOR A VERY, VERY LONG TIME. YOU'LL BECOME DEPENDENT ON THE WORMS TO SURVIVE. DIE A HUSK OR LIVE A PUPPET. THERE ARE FATES WORSE THAN DEATH AND I WROTE THE FUCKING BOOK ON IT. I'M IN OUTER SPACE AND YOU'RE CRAWLING IN PRIMORDIAL SOUP. I'M A THOUSAND BUCKS AND YOU'RE THE FLY BUZZING OUT OF THE EMPTY WALLET. I'M ELEVATED LIKE THE TWIN TOWERS. I'M REACHING THE DEPTHS OF THE FUCKING ABYSS. YOU CAN'T FUCKING HOPE TO EVER GET ON MY LEVEL. I'M A FUCKING WORM GOD. ASCENDANT GRANDCHILD OF JANE PRENTISS. BY COMPARISON, YOU'RE A WART ON THE EARTH'S DISGUSTING ASS. A POLYP IN THE BOWEL OF A SPINNING MUD BALL. A HEMORRHOID ON THE ANUS OF EFFLUVIUM. A TICK ON THE BALLS OF A DOG. A CLOGGED DRAIN IN THE EARTH'S DISGUSTING BATHROOM. YAOI. ET FUCKING CETERA. HETEROSEXUAL. YOU GET THE FUCKING IDEA. NOW MAKE A LIKE A LEAF AND

FUCK RIGHT OFF!

[evolutionsvoid]

There are just some species out there that seem to have been put on this planet for the main reason of making it more wondrous. Like they are the extra touches from a painter to really make the scene bloom and come to life. Obviously, yes, they actually do play a role in the ecosystem and food web, but I am talking more on whimsy here! Creatures and plants that you just look at and feel like you are witnessing a piece of living art. When you see great flocks of colorful birds take to the skies, or rivers packed with migrating fish as they leap and dance! I can certainly look at all these things and explain their purpose and what they are actually doing, but it does always force me to take a second and really drink in the sight. It always makes me happy when I experience things like this, because some days I feel like I have seen it all, or that I have grown numb to the wonders of nature. When I witness such incredible things, I am reminded that there is still so much to see. And perhaps I am not immune to the beauty and charm, no matter how many times I feel it. In fact, I think I grow more and more susceptible to it, as I always find new ways to fall in love with nature. This entry is on one of those species that really gave me one of those moments. When I stepped into the bustling streets of a local festival, enjoying all the lights, decorations and excited people. Seeing the parades and costumes go by, and then looking up from it all to see several Nectengshe floating through the sky, the stars of this wondrous festival. I would say words can't explain it, but I feel that I could given enough time and ink! What I should say is Eucella won't let me use the incredible amount of words I would need to explain it, so we will just say it was a breathtaking sight. I will always hold this species in a special place in my heart, from that first sight and the extraordinary festivities I got to partake in! 

The Nectengshe are often jokingly referred to as "tourist dragons" by the locals, but not meaning that this species is not from around here. What they mean is that outsiders and visitors who aren't familiar with this species will show up, look to the sky and scream "LOOK! DRAGONS!" or "BY THE GODS! DRAGONS!," to which all the locals laugh. Indeed, they find it funny because the Nectengshe are not dragons, not in the slightest. They aren't reptiles, in fact they don't even have bones! They are actually a colonial organism, similar to the Ikuchi, that grows and sticks together to create a serpentine shape. The whole "creature" is just a massive collection of specialized, sacs, tendrils and polyps that work together to act as a single being. By producing a special gas in combination to their incredibly light weight, they can easily float through the air, building and releasing this gas to let them rise and fall as needed. Though this brings to mind the idea of flight, they don't actually do any real flying or soaring. Rather, they prefer to let the wind take them, only using minor movements of their own to keep them upright and in one piece. When you see them live and in the wild, they make you think more of a decoration than a creature, like someone's puppet blew away and is now hanging above your head forever. I will admit, the dangling tentacles do bring to mind streamers, and that many decorations during the festival looked almost exactly like this species. 

For what they do, the answer is: not much. They just float through the air and live as long as fate lets them. For food, they use their tangling tentacles to pick up small bits from the air, like pollen, spores, tiny aerial creatures and such. They are adhesive and also have painful stingers for larger prey that gets tangled up. They sometimes eat the clumsy birds and bats that run into them, never picky as long as it doesn't break free from their grip. When a tendril has a hold of a good chunk of food, it retracts upward into the colony body and deposits it. The food will be digested and distributed, while the limb drops back down for more. It gets all it needs from the air around, be it prey or water. Their very slow and carefree looking lifestyle means they don't need a whole lot to get by, so a few days of slim pickings is no big deal for them. Also, the stinging tendrils they have help protect them from aerial predators, that is if something actually decides to attack them. As you can see, the Nectengshe bears a very strong resemblance to the dragons that can be found in this part of the world. Obviously, very few things really tangle with such powerful beasts, and it seems these colonies are trying to get in on that intimidation. Often a single glimpse of a dragon soaring through the sky is enough to make most creatures turn and run, so if the Nectengshe looks enough like it, many predators won't stick around for closer inspection. It is a pretty good trick, and one that has some unforeseen benefits! 

Since this species doesn't actually do a whole lot, just float and eat whatever runs into them, it makes sense that people that live around them don't mind them. The worst a Nectengshe can do is accidentally get blown onto their roofs or get tangled in some flags. If one dies and drops upon their heads, it is a problem, but more so for clean up and whatever stings you may get. However, it isn't that people don't pay attention to them, as folks actually do love this species a whole lot! It should be obvious with the festival I was at, which was celebrating the annual bloom of Nectengshe, when this species is most prevalent in their skies! The species is looked upon fondly, as others find them quite beautiful and serene to watch! The other thing to point out is that in this part of the world, most folk actually like and even revere dragons! They see them more as symbols of wisdom, strength and ascension rather than as giant destructive monsters. Yes, they do have their fair share of dragons that do cause death and damage, but it doesn't seem to dampen their overall views. And since the Nectengshe bear a resemblance to these beloved serpents, the species gets to enjoy some of that appreciation too! Like I said, a pretty neat trick! Just float around and do nothing, and still have crowds of adoring fans! Kind of makes me envious some days!   

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian

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"Nectengshe"

So continues the endless journey of posting Not Dragons during Dragon Month. I swear I make real ones! I do! They are just....well.....uh.....hmmmm...

[marabarl-and-marlbara]

hello mara! i was wondering if you have a name that you call your faith? In my head ive been calling it Chirality but i was curious if you had anything youd prefer it be referred to.

ps, i am left handed, and after reading orsday programming march 15th ive decided to start practicing writing mirrored. im getting pretty good at it!

hey anonymous!

i appreciate the question (and the opportunity for me to link my substack and the post mentioned there); regarding the name: chirality is so vague it:d be lost in the definition of chirality--issue of naming itself is something i:d not seen much more than pride-from-me (the area of faith that comes from conjecture instead of communication), but sometimes blueprint of church depends both on the workmanship of conjecture and the guidance of communication hand-in-hand should the building ever be finished;

for this: i:d thought of it as addressing the faith either on the 'shared goal' (applicable to both hands, as both hands are needed for the separation of the hands): chiral christianity, chiral segregation -- the former is a bit odd because the left-hand is defined more as the empty rooms of herod and the earthy manse whereas the right-hand is more bespokenly (? am i even using this right? tailored, surely; the word bled out and made walking in many bodies yet shared of a righteous spirit) christly;

then focusing on the left-hand itself: qlifotism, qlifotic christianity;

an issue with both and either mention of word 'qlifot' and 'christ' is that the word comes dead-pregnant with heavy information and concept from either: qlifot attracts a big buzzing fly looking for death and esotericism and stinking of philosophical text and anime; mention of christ attracts the exact same thing but with some strange new conviction that reading the bible will be salve to some strange wound that could perhaps be better solved disconnecting and recentering on wilderness for a bit;

i think about all the odd little splinters of adventism (surely thanks to the age of prophesy still being alive enough for splintering sects to be birthed by claimants possessed by Holy Ghost yet not enough to be excommunicated over goofy new retellings of a word Ellen White perfected already--ye goofy prophet pretenders); 8th Days is a little more protected against 'dirty information' but is trapt as a little tumor-polyp on the body of Ellen White and her kin (but aren:t I just another one of them anyways? aren:t I also just every prior mentioned 'dirty person' here? the death seeking esotericist who thinks the bible a salve for some strange wound that could be better treated by going outside and think themselves pretender prophet of some word?);

i don:t really have an answer to your question, anonymous! it:s an answer i:ve wanted myself, almost thinking the question an inverse of the "build it they will come" saying: they will name it after it is built.

keep up your writing practice, anonymous; think not that it:ll be some miraculous super-power granted to you in doing so: but it is a first step to establishing a neat little culture and habit that were best suited your hand, and something that belongs to you (much in the same way forward writing belongs to the righteous). you keep it up for a few years and you:ll start thinking backwards, too.

take care! it:s my birthday tomorrow; some blogging: i forced myself out to go to culvers and try a burger there -- it was very ok; i like the lunches i cook for myself more, but it:s kinda fun to let-go of the food neuroses now-and-then and experience something new (plus i got to spend time with my mom--i value this!).

[scientific-dog]

Jean Jacket humanization ref❤️

He’s a flyin polyp in my au😭😭😭😭

Love this Reddit theory

Don’t know who the fuck Flying Polyps are????? Go and read “The shadow out of time”✨✨

He’s an alien he’s a cannibal he’s a star he’s a fashion lol

Bonus

[monolite001]

In celebration of "giant snake" / "creature of eyes teeth and horror" being mentioned in the latest chapter of TCOTI:

There was a reference sheet one and only Lorel drew and posted somewhere on Tumblr that I cannot find anymore where is it I swear I was looking at it while I drew this

But here's what I imagined the mongrel to look like, based on the reference sheet and descriptions from the novel:

Basically, a flying polyp and a sea lamprey and goopy tentacles, all in one.

Oh and that thing shrinks down to like 6 inches too

By far Fresh is ranked 2nd on Characters that Made me Scream. I seriously love how he's portrayed.

In fact I want to write an essay on how much I love his characterization but then I'm afraid half of my interpertations on his character are going to be wrong i don't know i might be overthinking but I love him I can't help it

Fresh belongs to loverofpiggies

TCOTI is made by @onlyplatonicirl

[dragonbleps]

the dragon

I'm coming up with this on the fly just for you! @esraeh

I'm thinking he's a watery boi! This one lives in the ocean, but there are subspecies that live in other bodies of water!

His colors are probably blue and aqua because.. i like those colors :3c And his horns are actually a type of staghorn coral! Young dragons are encouraged to seek out polyps of coral to attach to themselves, and it becomes a symbiotic relationship--the dragon gains ornamental beauty which will help in impressing a mate later in life (if they take care of their coral colony), and the coral is strengthened by the dragon's magic to withstand the currents caused by its movements, as well as more access to food as the dragon moves around. The selected coral can be of any type--some might even choose non-coral ornaments such as barnacles or anemones.

Prey is realistically anything they can catch or fit in their mouths, but they prefer larger fish or even cetaceans depending on the dragon's size. Anything that comes to try and damage its coral colony or other symbiotic organisms is fair game, including humans who may want the bragging rights of having a dragon's horn, although it's highly illegal and generally not worth the risk. Once the coral is broken off, it's disconnected from the dragon's magic and just becomes normal coral again, eventually bleaching and becoming brittle. Doesn't stop people from trying, though.

If a community discovers one of their own has attacked a dragon for their horns, they will often offer apology in the way of offerings of fresh fish, or redouble efforts to keep the waters clean to ensure the ecosystem is healthy for future generations of dragons.

One could say that the colony of creatures they carry symbiotically is their hoard! Most dragons will continue to accumulate more over their lifetime, the longest lived and most powerful eventually becoming massive slow-moving ecosystems. When a dragon eventually dies, all those magically-charged nutrients are put to good use, supercharging the colony's growth to form a sturdy foundation underneath itself so it can still stand once the soft body has degenerated. The dragon's body and what's left of its magics feed the local ecosystem for days, if not weeks, boosting the health of any animals who feed from it.

Their abilities include: water current manipulation, allowing them to move as quickly as they please despite any hydrodynamic drag their accumulated colonies might normally incur; in the same vein, they can control water in a way to always hold it against their body, useful for rare times when they might emerge from the water, to keep their colonies alive while they move around on land; they can fly but typically reserve the usage of that movement for underwater travel, unless leaving their home body of water due to unlivable conditions. Water purification: ability to use their magics to change the chemical composition of water, which helps them keep their ecosystem healthy, and also helps their human neighbors.

As humans depend heavily on water, it's no surprise that dragons and humans might come into contact with each other. But most communities quickly form a protective bond with their local dragon, understanding that a healthy ecosystem = a healthy dragon, and a healthy dragon = a robust, healthy ecosystem. A dragon's presence means that food is abundant and healthy, as well as protected for decades or centuries to come. Humans help keep the beaches and shorelines clean, taking what they need for food without overfishing, and in return dragons help keep human communities safe from waterfront storms, and purify water for them to drink.

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Get to know my Original Characters

My Omatikaya OC 🌱🌲🦋

Name: Tani te Ol'ul Peyral'ite

Daughter of the mighty hunter Peyral and

Taktu te Omi

Clan: Omatikaya

Age: 20's

Height: 8'8" she's one of the tallest female na vi for her age group

Ikran: She tamed a beautiful indigo almost black female Ikran with scatters of bright bioluminescent spots named Oare which means Moon in Na'vi

(pronounced Oh-R-Ay with rolled "r')

Special Skills: Archery, Ikran flying, weaving and craftsmanship, spear fishing, and hand to hand combat thanks to Jake Sully's informative combat lessons

Her Favorite Food: minced hexapede meat with rice and vegetables stuffed in a smoked hand wrapped banana leaf, Dawn Fruit for its sour tangy flavor, bladder polyps for the saltiness, thistle bud for snacking

Tani was a young child when the battle of the Hallelujah Mountains took place so she stayed back with her grandmother and other children while the elders looked after them. She had an older sister named Zetey the same age as Neytiri who was killed in battle and regularly talks to her at the spirit tree

Experiencing war at such a young age significantly changed her and the way she acts, many elders in the clan commend her for her stoic attitude and maturity.

She leads a very hectic lifestyle serving as one of the high ranking warriors in the clan under Jake's leadership alongside her parents

She secretly wishes for a quiet life and large family dabbling into healing work and weaving goods for the clan

She has an even temper and is not usually tempted to lash out, she's very calculated and cunning

Every hunting festival she makes new garments usually showcasing a significant event that occurred before the big hunt

She has a large collection of beads and rocks she's received from both Tuk and Loak she keeps in a special bowl by her bedside at all times

After joining union with Jake she collected a rock from the river where they had a heart to heart and strung it onto her songcord

She has a soft spot for Loak being the younger sibling herself and often defends him and tries to get Jake to soften his attitude

She ends up having 2 more babies with Jake, a boy, and another girl

She and Ronal end up becoming great friends and their babies have many play dates together

Tani and Jake have matching Metkayina tattoos on their shoulders

My Metkayina OC 🌊🐋🪼🐚

Name: Ni’raya te Tapuae Fetu'ite

Mother: Fetu te Tapuae Kanani'ite

Father: Aolani te Tapuae Akela'itan

Age: 27

Clan: Metkayina

Occupation: Free diver and hunter

Background: Ni’raya is a strong-willed young free diver who spends much of her time training young clan members and hunters readying to pass their iknimayas. She prides herself in shaping the young members find their place in the clan. At times she feels a bit suffocated by duties and finds herself wanting to just swim and hunt. Her mother is a known healer in the clan. Several elders apprentice under their Tsahìk separate from the Tsakarem so that the clan has plenty of sub healers handy. Her father is a fisherman and craftsman who helped build their Marui and the clan’s home structure. Her family is very high ranking, they are like clan royalty

She and Kaipo have been courting one another for several years now. One of the strongest warriors of the clan, a high ranking hunter who proactively keeps the clan safe amongst their Olo’eyktan Tonowari. Kaipo specializes in weave making and on his free time helps to train young free divers with Ni’raya

Family name Tapuae

The new love interest :

Kaipo te Hawea Kanaloa’itan

Kaipo: means sweetheart

Hawea: means peacemaker

Kanaloa: means king of the ocean

[yousadclownofaman]

BEHOLDER POLYP

Beholder Polyps, also known as Harlequin Vaugr Lanterns or Flying Motley, are a specialized parasitic organism created by projecting concentrated Abyssal Aurae onto corporeal biomass. Such biomass is usually accumulated into a crude pile of mashed corpses by smaller Fae-rotten creatures, in service to an Archfae from beyond the material plane. The polyp, once created near a rift into the Abyss, searches out for for the smell of a Great Dragon. Wychunters theorize they do this with the help of a yet-undetermined organelle, honing in to the smell of a Great Dragon’s arcanorganic catalyst-organs which allow them to cast fantastical spells without the use of focii.

Beholder Polyps are not uniform in structure, but follow an basic body plan which includes a central trunk or mantle which hosts the majority of the brain & sensory organs, one or more large eyes, a pair or more buoyancy organs, and a suite of respiratory & digestive apparatuses. The primary respiratory system has an additional pathway connected to the digestive system. The parasite does need to feed semi-regularly until it reaches a suitable host using its various bioluminescent bands & lures to dazzle smaller animals such as bats, small reptiles, large insects and birds. Once stunned with pulsating bands of light, the Polyp will extrude its lung-beak from below the central trunk & burrow into the host’s lower spine first, consuming the spinal column before working its way to the brain for its fatty contents. Sated, the Polyp lifts into the air once again with an acrid jet of glittering air and it continues it’s hunt.

Upon reaching a suitable host, the Great Dragon in question will already have been dazed by isolation and madness in most cases. The Polyp enters the victim’s Lair & will send out powerful psionic and pheromonal pulses to make contact, zero in, and settle at the lower spine above the hind legs. With powerful numbing agents and the host’s mind fully enticed by Fae promises of power and strength, the Polyp engages its suite of digestive organs surrounding the lung-beak’s housing to dissolve away tough scales & tissue. The lung-beak extrudes one final time, gnawing away with insectile consistency until the wound is large enough to accept the digestive suite. The parasite then anchors itself and its brain & nervous system burrows deeper into the host, leaving its body to atrophy & wither eventually into a dangling skintag.