#mud lobster

[hasellia]

Hasellia's rock collection 06.07.23

[ketrinadrawsalot]

Decapocember Day 9: Axiideans and Gebiideans were once grouped together in the infraorder Thalassinidea. It was recently discovered that while they occupied similar ecological niches and had similar shapes, they were of different lineages. They're still both called mud shrimp sometimes, though.

[buffetlicious]

Seafood Thermidor baked till golden-brown on top with creamy sauce and gooey cheese. I could only make out the prawns and mussels embedded in the sticky cheese. Next up, Black Angus Beef Gulai which is a spicy beef curry commonly found in the Malay Archipelago. Initially I had thought that it was beef rendang.

A huge salmon swimming in shallow tomato gravy caught everyone’s attention while basking under the heat lamp and sitting atop the induction warmer. Whole Norwegian Salmon with Tomato Basil Coulis soon had diners digging into the side for the flaky flesh with tangy tomato puree.

Seafood in Mushroom Essence was like a herbal seafood pot filled to the brim with an assortment of shellfish and crustaceans. I should have noticed there were king crab legs in there as one lady was cherry-picking out all the crab legs into her bowl. As for me, I only managed to find one miserable piece to comfort myself. Subsequent top up doesn’t come with any more king crab legs in it. :(

There was Seafood Porridge and Herbal Chicken Soup to help yourself with but I did no such thing. For the porridge, there were nine condiments like pickled vegetables, beans, crispy anchovies etc. to pick from including two sauces.

[inspiredlivingspaces]

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[theygender]

Jod help me I'm about to try something I'm allergic to to test if I'm allergic again

[tkingfisher]

Right! Apropos another post, let’s talk about lawn crayfish aka The Lobsters Beneath Our Feet!

This is Craw-Bob. He’s about three and a half inches long.

Long ago, when I had only gardened in the Southeast for a year or two, I saw an interesting hole in a flowerbed. It was rather deep and had a muddy front porch. I gazed into this hole, thinking “Ooh! Is it a rodent? A snake? A toad?”

And then I saw…the Claw.

It was unmistakably a crustacean claw. And it was in a hole in my yard. My terrestrial yard! Why was there a crustacean in my flowerbed?!

I could not have been more astounded if an octopus tentacle had come flopping out. I ran screaming for my husband and the internet, both of whom said “Yeah, that’s a lawn crayfish, they do that.”

And yes. There are about 400 species of crayfish* in North America, and a not inconsiderable number of them are burrowing species. The devil crayfish, which builds little mud towers, ranges from the Rockies to the Atlantic and as far north as Ontario. There are a number of other species as well. Some are limited to stream banks, but many burrow in lawns, flowerbeds, and other places with consistently damp soil, which means that there is a non-zero chance that when you wander around the grass, a tiny lobster is lurking somewhere beneath your feet.

You would think that more people would know this, but at no point in my life had anyone ever mentioned it to me.

Being me, I immediately set out to determine if other people knew about lawn crayfish and I had just somehow missed it. I took an informal poll—by which I mean I accosted random strangers at the farmer’s market, the coffee shop, and my doctor’s office—and discovered a stark divide. Half the people looked at me like I was telling them I’d seen a lawn chupacabra and the other half looked at me like I’d asked if they’d ever heard of squirrels.

It was not divided by social class or education. The farmer with the heirloom breed hogs knew about them, his wife did not. My nurse practitioner first thought I was hallucinating, then went out into the clinic, and began demanding to know if her co-workers had heard of this. My barista was like “Yeah, mudbugs,” but he’s from Florida, so may not count.

My theory is that if you know they’re there, it’s just a fact of life so obvious that you don’t bother to comment on it, and if you don’t—well, why would you ever assume that any given hole in the ground comes from a goddamn MINI LOBSTER? And since they mostly just hang out underground during the day and don’t really hurt anything, it just doesn’t come up very often, until one day you’re at the farmer’s market, just trying to sell some organic tomatoes, and a wild-eyed woman with a Studio Ghibli T-shirt descends on you yelling “Are you aware of lawn crayfish?!”

(Yes, they’re edible, but it’s a lot of work popping them individually out of their burrows.)

During torrential rains, they will often leave their burrows and wander around, which is how I got the photos of Craw-Bob. My hound spotted him in the garden and poked him with her nose, whereupon Craw-Bob poked back. Hound, not sure what was happening but that it was probably bad, began doing her “release the humans!” alarm bark, and I came out to find her toe to toe with a crustacean who was waving its claws and presumably screaming “Come on if you think you’re hard enough!” in Lobster.

Despite their willingness to fight everything, they’re pretty harmless. The most they do is move soil from underground to a little pile above. I’m sure golf courses hate them. Our local county extension office suggests “These nonprolific creatures should be appreciated like an interesting bird or turtle living on the property.” Some, like the Greensboro burrowing crayfish, are so rare they were thought to be extinct until somebody found one in the backyard.

So. Lawn crayfish. They exist! And could be lurking underfoot as we speak!

*or crawfish, depending on where you’re from.

[frodo-baggins]

happy birthday!! been following you for a few weeks now and it has improved my life greatly, thank you! :)

thank you!!! and omg this is so sweet, thank you again! i’m so happy to hear you like my little blog 🥺🥺💖💖💞💞

[doghart]

i’m catching up on tsv, i think something that eskew prod does extremely well is using horror absurdism to capture the absurd horror of capitalism. it’s clear in eskew too, but i think it’s especially fantastic in the silt verses. the casualness with which sacrifice is discussed. how red lobster has a god that has and continues to take human sacrifice, and so do cereal companies, cops, and the grueling start up that has a “fun room”. it captures EXTREMELY well how it feels to live under capitalism, that you’re constantly bombarded with horrible things, discussed cheerily in a nice tone. the way it’s simultaneously numbing, hysterical, and horrifying. i think i was especially fond of how in ep 39, protest against sacrifice was taken as radical, a propostorus, idealistic thing that’s just so SILLY it’s not even worth considering, something that feels very real to revolutionary organizing/protest irl. i also liked how despite the face, when everything gets down to it, when everything is about profit, all people come down to are bodies. all capitalism is a gaping maw, and it eats the poor and marginalized first, but doesn’t STOP eating just there. the very literalized version of this, where the profit wheel (and all that includes— war mongering, the prison industrial complex, wage labor, etc) is given a very real literal set of teeth, but the body count is the same. so the electric company has a god, and so it takes humans sacrifice. do real electric companies not have a very real human cost? overworked and underpaid labors looking to make rent, or well off comfortable employees no less likely to get the axe under profit margins, or the blood shed when colonizing in the first place, in clearing the space for the electric company to move in. is that not also a very real human sacrifice? the commercial aimed at elderly people talking about “back in my day, we would just talk about all this human sacrifice and find a compromise :)” is so bleakly hysterical, but is that not very accurate? that you can put a good face on it, but in the end what it comes down to is that you’re being sold the chance to be human fodder? that there is no glory or honor on a battlefield or in working yourself to death, just mud and shit and bodies to throw at problems. idk! i’m rambling but it’s a deeply engaging podcast.

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

What Is and Isn't a Fish: a List

A list of the animals I discussed in my fish essay, but for those who don't want to scroll through paragraphs of text to find out if an animal is or isn't a fish. Just CTRL+F your way through here!

I'll add onto here more animals whenever I get asked about them being fish. See my fish essay here!

Some notes before you proceed:

Yes, all tetrapods are fish! We are phylogenetically fish, as we are and our ancestors were lobe-finned fish! "Fish" in the phylogenetic sense is a paraphyletic group if you try to exclude tetrapods, so it is frankly impossible.

How come tetrapods aren't listed as fish then? Long answer, read my essay. Short answer, me and other fish accounts tend to operate on the morphological definition of fish, so does most of the world. Here I use the morphological definition of "fish".

Fish:

Jawless fish

Hagfish

Lamprey

Cartilaginous fish

Sharks

Dogfish

Whale shark

Chimaeras/Chimeras/Ghost sharks

Ratfish

Ray

Stingray

Skate

Ray-finned fish

Teleosts

Catfish

Eels

Moray eel

Seahorse

Sea dragon

Lobe-finned fish

Coelacanth

Lungfish

Not Fish:

Crustaceans

Krill

Shrimp

Crab

Crayfish/Crawfish/Crawdad

Lobster

Spiny lobster

Triops

Mantis shrimp

Barnacle

Isopod

Copepod

Shellfish

Mollusks/Molluscs

Gastropods

Sea snail

Sea slug

Snails and slugs in general

Sea angel

Sea hare

Sea bunny

Cephalopods

Octopus

Squid

Cuttlefish

Nautilus

Inkfish

Bivalves

Clam

Mussel

Scallop

Oyster

Chiton

Chelicerates

Horseshoe crab

Sea spider

Water mite

Diving bell spider

Cnidarians

Jellyfish/Sea jelly/Jelly

Coral

Sea anemone/Anemone

Siphonophores

Portugese man o' war

Echinoderms

Sea cucumber

Sea pig

Feather star

Sand dollar

Sea biscuit

Sea cookie

Brittle star/Serpent star

Sea urchin

Starfish/Sea star

Comb jelly

Lancelet

Tunicates

Sea squirt

Salp

Annelids

Bristle worm

Bobbit worm

Spoon worm

Giant tube worm

Bone-eating worm

Sea mouse/Sea mice

Feather duster worm

Christmas tree worm

Leech

Flatworm

Amphibians

Salamander

Amphiuma

Mudpuppy/Mud puppy

Waterdog

Olm

Axolotl

Siren

Frog

Toad

Tadpole

Caecilian

Reptiles

Sea snake

Water snake

Snakes in general

Sea krait

Turtle

Snapping turtle

Softshell turtle

Sea turtle

Terrapin

Marine iguana

Crocodilian

Crocodile

Alligator

Caiman

Gharial

Bird

Penguin

Seagull

Loon

Swan

Mammals

Whale

Orca

Baleen whale

Toothed whale

Dolphin

River dolphin

Porpoise

Narwhal

Beluga whale

Sperm whale

Pinniped

Seal

Sea lion

Leopard seal

Elephant seal

Walrus

Sirenian

Manatee

Sea cow

Dugong

Otter

Sea otter

Beaver

Hippo

Platypus

Muskrat

Water shrew

[timdrakescoffeecup]

(Updated Sometimes) Tim Drake Fanfic Masterlist

cw's will not be included, so make sure to check the tags. also might include some jason fics too

Bang, bang by Ididloveyou_once

Tim asks Jason to teach him how to use a gun. (One shot, funny)

The Long Way Home by itsnatalie

Tim and Jason get trapped in a labyrinth that shows their worst nightmares. (Multi, angst, hurt/comfort)

like falling water by naheka

Dick crashes at Jason's place, hopped up on fear gas. (One shot, funny)

Bet on it by Lysical

Damian needs Jason's help to hide something from Bruce. (One shot, funny)

Deliver Yourself by forestgreen

Jason adopts his younger self. (Multi, angst)

Banshee In A Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee)

Tim is five years old when he drowns in his parents' pool. He dies quietly, waiting for parents who love him, but will never be there, to realise that something is wrong. They never show up, and he sinks into oblivion.

When he wakes up and claws his way out of the water, the sun has set, and the lights of his house are on. He is cold and wet and his lungs burn.

But most of all, Tim is alone. (Multi, angst)

Home by sElkieNight60

Tim forgets who he is. (Multi, angst)

Late Night Langoustining by whaleofatime

Jason adopts a lobster. (One shot, funny)

two against the world by carolinaa

While following Batman and Robin, Tim finds a puppy. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

Like a Hinge, Like a Wing by Ultrageekatlarge

Tim blackmails Batman into helping him arrest his murderous uncle. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

See Life As a Worthy Opponent by TriviasGhost

Tim goes to a universe where he never existed. (Multi, incomplete)

The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks

What the comics neglected to cover after Bruce returns from being lost in time. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

Obedience by Sohotthateveryonedied

Something is seriously wrong with Tim—Jason just knows it. Ever since the Mad Hatter incident, Tim has been acting completely different, and the worst part is that no one believes Jason when he tells them so.

But when the truth is eventually revealed, the whole family comes to realize that the situation is far worse than anyone could have ever predicted. (One shot, angst)

To an Athlete Dying Young by SonoSvegliato

A series detailing Tim’s ascension to Robinhood, with angsty Red Hood vigilantes in the background. (Multi, angst)

Matters of the Heart by DM (Nyerus), Nyerus

Kon need's Tim's help with an investigation in Metropolis. Feelings ensue. (Multi, Timkon)

It Wasn't Real (But We Were Happy) by lurkinglurkerwholurks

“Everyone’s fine. You don’t need me anymore. I told you, Bruce. I told you I’d stay until you didn’t need me anymore.”

“I’m sorry. I stayed too long. I should have... I shouldn’t have waited so long." (Multi, angst)

occam's razor by Beatrice eagle

An in-universe reddit thread about Jason's death. (One shot, funny)

To Try, To Err, To Try Again by theLiterator

Tim knits Damian a present. (One shot, wholesome?)

let's get mischievous by CreamofTomatoSoup

Tim's friend gets possessed by Dionysius. (One shot, angst)

Whoopsie by MichaBerry

Tim forgets to tell that he lost his spleen. Oops. (One shot, angst?)

Latchkey by goldkirk

Tim Drake is thirteen, runs the famous BatWatch blog that has spiraled hilariously out of control, has absentee parents that suit his purposes just fine, is training himself to run the streets at night, and is doing absolutely peachy, thank you.

Alfred and Jason disagree, and get Dick and Bruce involved in figuring out their weird nextdoor neighbor kid’s life. Everything goes uphill from there. (Multi, hurt/comfort, this is a MUST READ for timfics)

Trouble Magnet by strikeyoucolors

"It's like you've been synchronized into passively hostile acts against Tim. Did he do something? Were you brainwashed? Because I now have a son who has been crushed, had his face broken, and been shot. All incidences of friendly fire. " (One shot, funny)

Echoes of You by SilverSkiesAtMidnight

Milk white skin beneath the mud, black hair hanging in muddy clumps around his ears. Blue eyes staring back at him, animal-bright and dilated in the brief moment before he flinches back from the light with a cry of pain that stabs through Jason to the soul. (One shot, angst)

A Simple Life by RenaRoo

Tim Drake is living a simple life in one of the worst parts of Gotham. He makes the best of it, though. He makes for himself the only life he's ever known...

He thinks. (One shot, angst)

The Wound Begins to Bleed by audreycritter

Now that Tim’s moved back to the manor, he just wants a few afternoons a week without Damian around.

Funny how getting that was the catalyst for him becoming a better big brother. (One shot, brotherly bonding)

Hey, Lawman! by dinolaur

Tim goes MIA during lunch. (One shot, funny)

Gotham Banksy by LananiA3O

After finding out that he remains unavenged, Jason returns to Gotham, but instead of deciding to kill Bruce, he decides to channel his rage into a more creative endeavor: spray-painting Gotham until the message is loud and clear to everyone: fuck Batman. (Multi, angst)

Breaking News: Local Teen Given Intervention For Normal Behaviour by yellowrooster

Tim ends up in an alternate dimension where he's considered a drug addict. (One shot, funny)

Bay Through Hell by GordandV

Tim is mermaid. (Multi, AU)

Hot Dog, French Fries by eggmacguffin

Damian tries to hide that he's been hit with a truth serum. (One shot, hurt/comfort)

What happens in Vegas by Ididloveyou_once

Tim and Kon get married in Vegas, while drunk. (Multi, timkon)

Quarter past midnight by Aaren

Instead of being found by Talia after crawling out of his grave, Jason becomes a nurse. (Multi, canon divergence)

(Un)Wanted by Mika-chan (mikarin)

Tim gets kidnapped. (One shot, hurt/comfort)

A Midafternoon Beetdown by whaleofatime

Jason cosplays as a organic farmer. (One shot, funny)

Liminal Space by Calamityjim

Bruce's habit of collecting strays isn't limited by dimension. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

Can't Stay Down (a Documentary) by SonoSvegliato

Tim gets his tonsils removed. (Multi, funny)

Surveillance by smilebackwards

Tim is a civilian who contributes to crime fighting by taking surveillance photos and leaving them on the desktop of the Batcomputer. (Multi, found family)

Chemistry of a Car Crash by anthologia

Tim gets into a car crash. (One shot, hurt/comfort)

Bet It all On Red by centreoftheselights

Instead of becoming enemies, Robin and Red Hood form an alliance. (One shot series, canon divergence)

False Dichotomy by heartslogos

Red Hood calls Red Robin's bandoliers "super convenient idiot handles". (One shot)

don't take you guns to town by kreestar

batman comes home from a night patrolling to find a 10 year old jason todd waiting for him in his kitchen. across gotham, at the same time, red hood is stopped by a 25 year old bruce wayne. (One shot, angst)

Stubborn by audreycritter

When your butler mom calls and says, "Go check on your brother," you don't argue. You just do it. (Multi, sickfic)

I'm Just Fine by girlgeekjf

After rescuing a group of kidnapped children, Tim reflects on what he could’ve done better. (One shot, hurt/comfort)

A Christmas Miracle by Mithen

Damian and Dick go undercover to bust a child-kidnapping ring whose members dress up as Santa Claus. (One shot, funny)

Confidence Lost by C_R_Scott

Everything about Neal Caffrey’s past prior to his 18th birthday is a mystery, even to him. However, when someone unexpectedly recognizes him by a name that he has never used as an alias before, he learns that the biggest con of his life is literally his life. (or, tim is neal caffrey from white collar) (multi, crossover)

Exit Wounds by incogneat_oh

Did you hear this one? A vigilante walks into a warehouse and kills the joker. (One shot, angst)

If the Sky Comes Falling Down (For You) by lurkinglurkerwholurks

Five times Jason saved his siblings, and one time they saved him. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

Normally People Pass Out After by WriterfromGotham

Tim donates blood. (One shot, angst and fluff)

In Living Memory by DangerBeckett

Jason remembers why he stays out of other people's business. (One shot, angst)

Set My Mind To Wandering by Tabithian

Tim goes on a vacation. (One shot series, angst)

A Little Bit of Sunshine, A Little Bit of Rain by ohwhatevrewhatevr

For once, Tim is happy with his life. (One shot, fluff?)

American Ninja Worrier by DangerBeckett

Tim hires a ninja intern. Jason becomes concerned. (One shot, funny)

The Wrong Boy is Breathing by heartslogos

Tim visits Jason's grave all the time. (One shot, angst)

Jason Todd: The Not-So-Outlaw by GoAwayOlivia

Jason Todd isn't what Batman made him, he isn't what the Joker made him, he isn't what the League of Assassins made him, and he isn't what the Lazarus Pit made him. He's his own person and he's taking himself back, one home renovation at a time. Also he might just make friends with the people who are supposed to be his brothers while he's at it. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

The Art of Conversation by glassgoblin

Robin needs to talk to a friend, but everyone is a little busy. (One shot, angst)

Road Rage Robin by heartslogos

"I’d be doing humanity a favor.” Tim grinds out, “And I would get away with it. I could totally get away with it. I’ve done worse.“ (One shot, funny)

How to be a male Batgirl by Blackjay27

There are many ways to help Batman and Robin, but no matter which universe he's in, Tim's method will always end with him in a costume on Gotham's rooftops. (Multi, canon divergence)

I Saw Grayson Kissing Santa Claus by pupeez4eva

It’s Christmas time, and Damian is on a mission - to stop this ‘Santa Claus’ fellow from molesting his older brother. (Multi, funny) (this fic is so funny it made me cackle out loud)

Favourite Strangers by SpiritsFlame

It's been six months since Bruce's actions led to the death of Superman. (One shot, crossover with the movies?)

show me yesterday, for i can't find today by indent

Then: The year is 2013. Jason Todd is alive, fourteen years old, and about to follow Sheila Haywood, his birth mother, into the hands of the Joker. All he wants is to save her life.

Now: The year is 2018. Jason Todd was dead. But now he's a nineteen year old vigilante about to take down the latest C-Lister rogue. Unfortunately for him, its a rogue that specialises in time-travel technology. And what starts as an easy takedown...ends as a time travelling phenomenon.

The two Jasons swap places. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

Retrograde Motion by Lysical

All Jason wanted was a case that was simple, clean, and far away from the latest mess in Gotham. Magic wasn't the Outlaws' area of expertise, but they soon found themselves investigating a dark wizard with a penchant for organ harvesting.

When an accident on the case leaves Jason as a clueless seven year old with a memory that's spotty at best, what else can his team do but go to his family for help? (Multi, hurt/comfort?)

anglerfish by envysparkler

Robin was having a horrible night even before the Red Hood showed up. (One shot, angst)

Tso'ape Mumbichi by keeptogethernow

Tim is Talon. (Multi, AU)

Kodokuno Shoujo (A Lonely Girl) by C_R_Scott

A tale of two Robins wrapped up in an Asian-style horror story. Tim Drake goes to Japan for business, both for Wayne Enterprises and Batman Incorporated. However, when he returns to Gotham City, it's Damian Wayne who discovers he brought along more from his trip overseas than just his luggage and mission report. (Multi, horror)

at me, too, someone is looking by bacondoughnut

Dick Grayson knows he's got problems when the Red Hood's busted leg somehow becomes his concern. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

Help by Loxare

Jason never went to Gotham after he emerged from the Lazarus Pit. Instead, he went to Bludhaven to begin his reign of terror. (Or Jason adopts all the children of Bludhaven.) (Multi, fluff)

Lean on me by Musingsofthesky

Tim just wants to hang out with Bruce. Too bad his cold has other plans. (One shot, sickfic)

The Ol' Switcheroo by AutumnHobbit

Damian takes a bullet for Tim. (One shot, angst)

Meant to be by protagonistically

Tim takes a bullet for Bruce. (One shot, angst)

Juneberries by MichaBerry

When Tim is taken, Damian has to come to terms with his own insecurities, and how he really feels towards his older 'brother'. When he does, it might be too late. (Multi, angst)

though the sun continues to stand by metropolisjournal (TKodami)

Tim in the movie universe. (Multi, angst)

The Time We've Got by DawnsEternalLight

While on an emergency Redbull run, Tim tries to talk to his adopted father. (One shot, fluff)

[hasellia]

The Time Fisher's Dinner

In a future without fish stock, fishers sail through the past to collect the catch of yesterday. But with 420 millions years of ocean life, even the past runs dry. No fish for tomorrow, they are left stranded in a world with only bugs and moss as extended community.

The children are getting hungry.

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My application for The Starving Artist's online marine conservation exhibit; not another fish in the sea. Free entry, however there is less than a day left if you want in!

[cryptidclaw]

Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is! 

This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place! 

I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!

Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!

below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!

EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Hen

Heron

Ibis

Jackdaw

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Magpie

Mallard

Merlin

Mockingbird

Murrelet

Nightingale

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Pelican

Peregrine

Petrel

Pheasant

Pigeon

Plover

Puffin

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rook

Rooster

Ruff

Shrike

Snipe

Sparrow

Starling

Stork

Swallow

Swan

Swift

Tern

Thrasher

Thrush

Vulture

Warbler

Whimbrel

Wren

Freshwater Fish 

Fish

Bass

Bream 

Carp

Dace

Eel

Lamprey

Loach

Minnow

Perch

Pike

Rudd

Salmon

Sterlet

Tench

Trout

Roach

Saltwater fish and other Sea creatures (would cats be able to find some of these? Probably not, I don't care tho)

Alge

Barnacle

Bass (Saltwater version)

Bream (Saltwater version)

Brill

Clam

Cod

Crab

Dolphin

Eel (Saltwater version)

Flounder

Garfish

Halibut

Kelp

Lobster

Mackerel

Mollusk

Orca

Prawn

Ray

Seal

Shark

Shrimp

Starfish

Sting

Urchin

Whale

Insects and Arachnids

Honey

Insect

Web

Ant

Bee

Beetle

Bug

Butterfly

Caterpillar

Cricket

Damselfly

Dragonfly

Fly

Grasshopper

Grub

Hornet

Maggot

Moth

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Trees

Acorn

Bark

Branch

Forest

Hollow

Log

Root

Stump

Timber

Tree

Twig

Wood

Alder

Apple

Ash

Aspen

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Chestnut

Cypress

Elm

Fir

Hawthorn

Hazel

Hemlock

Linden

Maple

Oak

Pear

Poplar

Rowan

Redwood

Spruce

Willow

Yew

Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants

Berry

Blossom

Briar

Field

Flower

Leaf

Meadow

Needle

Petal

Shrub

Stem

Thicket

Thorn

Vine

Anemone 

Apricot

Barley 

Bellflower

Bluebell

Borage

Bracken

Bramble

Briar

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chamomile

Chanterelle

Chicory

Clover

Cornflower

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Fallow

Fennel

Fern

Flax

Foxglove

Furze

Garlic

Ginger

Gorse

Grass

Hay

Heather

Holly

Honeysuckle

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[goodlucktai]

A lot of people have brought up this idea about devil fruit users inheriting memories from the previous user. It's mostly used with Ace and Sabo, I haven't seen this idea with any other devil fruit pair but everytime I think of that idea all I can think of is Sabo having dreams about what Ace and Luffy went through after Sabo "died", specifically the "Ace didn't protect Luffy when a bear mauled him and Luffy almost died causing Ace to have a breakdown" incident.

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x

It was raining. Sabo was running through the dark. He was very small, the size of a child. Dark hanks of coarse hair blew across his face, getting into his eyes. His skin was brown, not pale. His chest was heaving, and the path in front of him felt longer and harder than it rightly should, and his limbs were burning with exertion. He was carrying something. Someone. 

“I’m sorry,” he panted. It was his mouth, his throat, but it wasn’t his voice. That was his brother’s voice, his twin. Utterly familiar in all ways, after all this time—even now, when it was so throttled with fear it hardly sounded like Ace at all. “I’m so sorry, Luffy, it’s all my fault,” he said again. 

Luffy, Sabo realized. The person they were carrying was Luffy.

He looked down. Suddenly he could feel the oily slide of blood on his hands. The obscene warmth of it all down his front. Luffy’s face was cradled in the crook of his shoulder, so Sabo could feel the faint puff of his breaths, but they were shallow and slow, like each one was halfway certain it would be the last. 

“Hang on, Lu, hang on,” Sabo-as-Ace begged. “I’ll let you beat me up as soon as you get better. But you have to hang on, okay? Don’t go anywhere without me.”

His voice was hoarse, breath coming in great gulping sobs. The jungle was too big. The storm was too loud. Luffy was so small, but Ace was small, too. He didn’t feel big enough to be the one carrying him, he wasn’t big enough to raise this kid all on his own. He wasn’t enough, could never be enough. He was so afraid. His arms were so tired. Luffy was so heavy. 

But he didn’t stop. Even when his lungs were burning, and every breath hurt. Even when the trail darted upwards over the hill, and Ace had to clutch Luffy to his chest in one arm and use the other to half-crawl, half-claw his way up through the mud, he didn’t stop. 

He ran every step of the way back to Dadan’s country, and sobbed for help, and kept sobbing long after help arrived like a dam had broken somewhere inside him and he didn’t know how to stop the flood from pouring out. 

Sabo’s eyes flew open, still wet and stinging, a trail of tears down his temples dampening his hair. 

x

It’s an old wives’ tale. A sailor’s superstition. The sort of thing that isn’t taken seriously and that no one really believes, except no one disbelieves it, either. 

A respawned fruit, they say, remembers the body before. It retains an echo of its user. 

Sabo didn’t put much stock in those stories, because there was no reliable way to study the phenomenon without a significant amount of murder, and also because it didn’t really apply to him besides. He had a million other things on his mind, an army to babysit, and no plans of becoming a Fruit user in the first place. 

The universe sure loves to laugh at him.

It takes a while for Sabo to be sure of what he’s experiencing. The dream of the bear attack was frightening and unsettling, but it could have easily just been a bad dream. He brought it up to Koala once, asked if she’d ever dreamed from someone else’s eyes before, and she launched immediately into an animated retelling of a dream she’d had from the perspective of a lobster. Which was not exactly the same thing at all, but close enough that some of Sabo’s worries were soothed. 

“Dreams are weird,” Koala surmised wisely, and then reached across the table to steal his food. 

But after that, it continues to happen. When Sabo dreams, he dreams of Mount Colubo. Brief snatches of sun-filled days that he doesn’t remember, that he wasn’t around for. He sees it all from Ace’s perspective, looking out of his twin’s face at his view of the world, at all the things he saw. 

He wants to cling to the dreams like a miser hoarding gold. He wants to keep them, but in the pack of his mind he’s still half-convinced that it’s his subconscious trying to make him feel closer to the brothers he’d left behind. 

“Hey, Lu,” Sabo says one day, slipping it into conversation as casually as he knows how. “Back on Dawn Island, did you ever have a pet?”

The snailphone laughs, a bright, noisy sound that fills the room. It makes Sabo smile without fail every time. 

“I did!” his brother exclaims. 

From his end of the transmission, there’s a clatter of voices in the background, something busy and chaotic going on behind him. Luffy doesn’t ever take his calls in private, because the idea has probably never occurred to him, and generally wherever he goes, at least three or four of his nakama aren’t far behind. It sounds like something’s on fire, if the panicked screeching is anything to go by. Calling the Sunny always makes Sabo’s life feel peaceful in comparison. 

But Luffy is unconcerned as he goes on, “Her name was Roly-poly!”

It lands in Sabo’s ears like a clap of thunder. 

Roly-poly was the tiny peccary he’d dreamed about three nights ago. Her mother had been caught in a trap and she was the last of all her siblings to survive in the wilderness alone. Luffy had stumbled upon her while foraging for mushrooms and, after coming to the conclusion that she was too small to eat, picked her up and held her out to Ace. 

“We can’t eat that!” the older boy snapped. “It’s mostly fur and bones!”

“I know, duh! We just have to wait for it to get bigger, then we can eat it.”

Luffy’s baby seal eyes were no less effective at nine years old than they were at six. Ace had rolled his eyes heavenward. He didn’t say it out loud, but Sabo was watching this scene from inside his head, so he heard Ace think loud and clear, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here, ‘Bo. I bet you’d be laughing at me right now.

“Fine,” Ace said, capitulating the way anyone who knew him could have guessed he would from the very beginning, “fine! But don’t you dare name it or you’ll get attached!”

Of course, that had only lasted about three hours. They were both attached by the end of the night, and Roly-poly rampaged around with them every day and cuddled in their treehouse every night for all six long years of her little pig life. 

“She was my best friend,” Luffy adds, the snailphone’s eyes squinting with the force of its smile. 

“Oh yeah?” Sabo says, feeling oddly like he’s about to burst into tears. “Tell me about her.”

He never hurries Luffy off the phone, content to let every conversation last as long as possible. He once rather famously stopped mid-fight to answer his baby snailphone, holding a Marine to the ground with the butt of his pipe pressed against the man’s throat and listening attentively to his brother describe in great detail the latest island he and his insane crew had sunk into the sea and the impenetrable fortress they’d stormed just for fun. It was a ceasefire that lasted nearly twenty minutes, and the Revolutionaries were just as incredulous as the soldiers were by the time Sabo bade Luffy a cheerful goodbye. 

Koala and Hack might let him live that down someday, but Sabo isn’t holding his breath. 

“How did you know about Roly?” Luffy asks suddenly. “I haven’t talked about her to anybody.”

Sabo presses the heels of his hands into his eyes and breathes for just a second. He won’t ever lie to Luffy, but the thought of trying to put these experiences into words makes him feel like he’s swallowed broken glass. It hurts all the way down. 

So he says, “I’ll tell you later.”

x

It isn’t every night, and it isn’t always a memory laid out like a story with a defined beginning and end. Sometimes it’s brief snatches, half a dozen mundane little moments that wouldn’t stand out as meaningful or important next to all the other things Ace lived through. But it’s those memories that Sabo clings to the hardest. 

Sabo dreams of Ace raising himself at the same time he’s raising Luffy, and all the shenanigans and heartaches and adventures that come with boyhood shared between them. Luffy grew like a weed, or one of those absurdly large tropical flowers you can find along Dawn Island’s coast, and even a complete stranger would have been able to take one look at him and rightly guess that he was somebody’s pride and joy. 

Sabo dreams of the day Ace turned seventeen, standing alone at sea in a little boat and tipping his hat out of his eyes so that the last thing he sees is his brother. The memory contains the knowledge of the night before, Luffy’s puffy red eyes and tearful go be free, but make sure I can find you again, okay? and how close Ace came to rethinking their promise, overhauling the whole arrangement, holding out a few more years until this kid—his kid—was ready to tag along.

But on the day of the departure, Luffy is beaming at Ace without a shadow of worry or doubt, holding Roly-poly up so she can see him, too. They would miss each other, but only for a little while. 

“Sabo!” Ace had cried, voice carrying across the water, a reverberation of anticipation and eagerness and wistfulness and joy. “Watch me!”

Sabo dreams of finding his fruit by chance and splitting it with the man who would become his right hand, of the fire that coiled inside his blood and bones and never let him feel cold again. Forming the Spades, meeting Shanks on a snowy mountain, being folded stubbornly and affectionately into the Whitebeard crew. He dreams of betrayal and Thatch’s blood on his hands and scouring the seas for the man who tore a hole into his family.

Sabo dreams of meeting Luffy’s crew in Alabasta, the ragtag little group of rookies on a cute caravel too small to survive the New World but just big enough to carry all their dreams until then. To an outsider, the crew is a mess, and there’s no real sense of leadership or structure to be seen at a glance. They’re a collection of extreme personalities constantly at odds with each other, with no cohesive goal.

But Ace’s memory as it slides into Sabo’s mind is washed with relief. Luffy found good people—of course he did. He attracts goodness the way light attracts moths. Ace tosses Luffy the Vivre Card, says, So you can find me again. If Luffy remembers being fourteen years old and tearful and asking his brother for that specific promise before he went away, it doesn’t show on his face. They say goodbye for a second time, but it’s never meant to be forever. 

Sabo dreams of a young man with curling orange horns poking out of a wild mane of white hair, shackles on his wrists and a fire in his eyes that his imprisonment hadn’t managed to snuff out. The closest Ace ever came to falling in love, the potential of it a warm secret in the farthest corner of his heart. He’s certain they’ll meet again. 

Sabo dreams of Blackbeard, that evil, disgusting excuse for a man, one that Ace used to consider family. He killed Thatch for that stupid fruit when he could have just asked. Then, beneath the rage and hatred that makes Ace feel like he’s ten years old all over again, never having learned how to love in the first place, there’s a sudden stab of icy terror. Because Blackbeard needs a bounty to present to the Marines and he wants Straw Hat Luffy.

Conviction calms the biting, snarling creature Ace’s heart had become. He would die before he let anyone hurt his little brother. 

Sabo dreams of Marineford. 

He shoots out of the chair he’d nodded off in, chest heaving for breath that isn’t coming. He’s alone on this mission and there’s no one there to help him make sense of the riot in his head and his heart. 

With shaking hands, he packs away his things and sprints down to the harbor. Pick-up isn’t for another two days, so without a vessel of his own, Sabo steals a small cutter. He sails out of the bay at full-speed, a fistful of flames aimed behind him to propel him like a rocket, faster, faster, faster. 

He’s trembling, the memory like a brand behind his eyes. The very last one. Luffy’s tear-stained face, bloodied hands, his childish, frightened, “Ace?” 

Then a slow, creeping darkness. The absence of warmth as a fire went out. 

x

Sabo sails straight through dusk and well into the night. Robin and Nami are good about keeping him updated on their whereabouts, just in case. He feels like he’s going insane, so he tries to keep his mind empty, focus only on the sea and the way ahead of him. Ignore the dark. Ignore the cold.

The Thousand Sunny is heaving-to, headsail backed and rudder locked, her course a sleepy, non-urgent thing. Whoever is on night watch must see Sabo coming from miles away, lit up as he is like a torch on the open water, because there’s a few people waiting for him on deck. Familiar faces peer over the rail at him, curious and concerned. Robin’s arms bloom along the hull, lashing Sabo’s stolen cutter safely to Sunny’s side. 

He doesn’t wait for a rope ladder—jumps as far as he can, digs his hands into the worn grooves of the hull, and climbs the rest of the way. 

He feels stricken, he feels raw and hurt, and it must show on his face.

Zoro speaks before anyone else can. 

“He’s in the bunk room,” he says at length, dark eye steady and unfailingly loyal and seeing more than most people with both eyes ever could. “You know the way.”

“Thanks,” Sabo says, or thinks he says, and cuts across the grassy deck without another word. It takes all the willpower he has not to run. That would be stupid. There’s no reason to worry them anymore than he already has. 

It’s been a long, long time since he was a child running for comfort after a bad dream. In the morning, he’ll feel really stupid. But for now, his heart is breaking, and he can hardly hold it together. He needs more hands. 

Half the bunk beds in the crew’s quarters are occupied, but he picks Luffy out right away. And maybe it’s the leftover dregs of those memories that aren’t really his, that don’t actually belong to him, but Sabo doesn’t hesitate to shuck off his boots and coat and crawl into the bunk beside his brother. 

Luffy’s face scrunches up the way it always does when he doesn’t want to wake up yet, but his body moves automatically to share the space. It’s how he grew up, Sabo thinks with equal parts affection and grief. Sharing space. Making room. Ace is the one who carved out a place for them in the world, but Luffy is the one who filled it. 

Don’t go anywhere without me.

Make sure I can find you again.

“Sabo?” Luffy mumbles, half-dreaming. “You’re here?”

It takes him a minute to answer, because he’s wrestling with the pain. Trying to force it down into something he can live through. It keeps spilling out of his grip, the pressure building until it’s unbearable.

With every second, his failure mounts. Luffy’s eyes open, stark brown and wide awake. 

“He promised,” Sabo finally says, only it’s more of a sob. “He promised he wouldn’t die.”

Luffy’s skinny arms slip around him, and he buries his face against the top of Sabo’s head, and it’s exactly like the way Ace used to hold Luffy when he was hurting. From Ace’s perspective, as Sabo had seen firsthand, he was floundering, desperate to make it better but unsure of what to do. From Luffy’s perspective, Sabo realizes now, as the one being held this time, it was the safest and warmest place to be in the whole world. 

x

The farthest corners of sky are turning gray with the promise of dawn, the stars and the moon pale and faint overhead. In the kitchen, worried voices murmur over the sounds of the stovetop, the beginnings of a hearty, comforting breakfast coming together. A familiar song on an old violin drifts like a lullaby through all the rooms, reaching every ear. 

In the crew’s quarters, it’s dark and warm, and someone has draped another quilt over the two bodies in Luffy’s bed. It smells faintly of oranges and each stitch feels like love. 

He looks down at himself, crammed into a bunk that would have been a tight fit even before he decided to share it. His hair is a haphazard mess, and his face is pale and tacky with tears, and his hands are clutching tight to the back of his little brother’s shirt. 

Luffy, who could sleep comfortably anywhere he dropped, is out like a light. His face is slack and untroubled in his sleep, even as squished as he is. His hands are curled into fists in Sabo’s shirt, too. 

It’s like going back in time. He thinks of those cold, blustery nights in their treehouse when the weather started to turn and they hadn’t scavenged for coats and blankets yet, little kids clinging stubbornly to the tail-end of summer. Even before the Fire Fruit, Ace put out heat like a furnace, and he always complained about Sabo and Luffy piling on top of him, but he never pushed them away. 

The jungle was their playground, huge and wild and stretching on forever, and it’s where they built their house. Walls made of scavenged parts and put together by their own clumsy, unlearned hands, a tiny pocket overlooked by everyone else. It creaked, and leaked, and let all the cold in, but it was where they lived. 

It’s the first place he thinks of when he thinks of home. It always will be. 

He reaches out and pushes Luffy’s hair away from his face. Luffy turns his head in his sleep, pressing into the familiar touch without waking. He doesn’t know how Luffy carries the weight of everything he’s seen without breaking underneath it, where he learned that raw, stubborn strength from, but he’s glad. He’s proud. Luffy will be the best of them all. 

He moves on, regarding the sight of himself with wistfulness and fond exasperation. It should have been very strange to look down at his own face but he only sighs. His hand is rich brown against the pale golden hair as he tugs gently on a frizzy blond curl. Warm, the way he’s always been warm, always letting his annoying brothers crowd in close to him against the cold.   

“Who’s the crybaby now?” he says, in Ace’s voice. 

Sabo wakes up to the pale light of dawn streaming through the porthole. Luffy has moved around in his sleep, sprawled on top of Sabo now in the boneless, drooping way his rubber body sprawls. Sabo maneuvers an arm out from under him and works out the pins and needles. 

He isn’t sure what woke him. But the heartache he fell asleep with isn’t so heavy anymore. It feels like someone halved his pain and took their share of it away. 

Luffy stirs, called to life by the sunlight on his face, and stretches out his lanky limbs like an overgrown cat.

“Morning, ‘Bo,” he mumbles. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Sabo replies honestly. “I think I had a good dream.”

[passivenovember]

“Do we have a mop?”

Mrs. Harrington looks up from her crossword puzzle, razor sharp #2 poised to hack and slash her way toward victory, “Our house is covered wall to wall in tasteful black hardwood,” She says, because her husband’s time last week was 3.35 and she plans to shave at least ten seconds from her own today. “Of course we have a mop.”

Steve shuffles in the doorway, rapping four knuckles against the wood to get her attention. “Could you tell me where it is?”

“Steven,” She sighs, “I’m a little--”

“I want to clean up.”

She resists the urge to dig her fingertips in her ears. Bites down on shock and thrill that her son has finally taken to the perfectionism that runs the roots on both sides of his family tree. “Go dig around the mud room,” She says, returning to her crossword, “That’s where one usually keeps mops, vacuums, dustpans--”

“Thank you,” Steve disappears, leaving Mrs. Harrington’s study in blissful, waving quiet.

She makes it another ten words before all hell breaks loose.

“Mom!” Steve shouts, voice muffled by walls and imported rugs. “Mom, I can’t find the--”

“Goddammit,” She hits the stop-trigger on her alarm clock. 4.15. Her husband’s going to have a field day with this development. 

The kitchen is filthy, but only in the way that shows her son is trying his best. Her precious marble counters are streaked with forgotten all-purpose cleaner, and the rugs have been removed, shaken out, and put on their stay mats crooked. 

Every dish in the house has been left in the sink and somewhere, past the sound of Steve digging through the pantry and mumbling to himself, something is burning. 

“What on Earth--”

“Mrs. Wheeler used to make Nancy clean the floors with pinesol,” Steve breathes, his face as red as a lobster when he pokes his head around the doorway, “But we don’t have any pinesol, mom, I’m not sure what--”

“I don’t like pinesol. Smells too much like a burning nuclear factory.”

“What am I supposed to clean the floor with, mom?”

Mrs. Harrington tugs a mitt onto one hand and removes a sheet of charred sugar from the oven.

Thinks maybe they’re chocolate chip cookies, or brownies, or--

She turns the oven off, crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s gotten into you, Steven?”

Steve charges out of the pantry and stops dead in his tracks. “Nothing,” He says, gripping the mop handle so tightly that Mrs. Harrington is positive it’s going to snap in half. “It’s just. I have someone coming over tonight, and--”

“Do you fancy this person?”

“No. Yes, I don’t. I don’t know--”

“You know, When I met your father he didn’t know you couldn’t clean glass with dish soap.”

Steve’s eyes get big. “You can’t?”

“No, it leaves streaks all over the place,” She rolls up her sleeves, turning the faucet water on as hot as it will go. “Anyhow, the first time I came over to study for our pre-law exams that first year of graduate school, he had tried to clean his entire apartment. It was a massive failure because he didn’t have anything in the way of a conventional cleaning product.”

“What did dad use?”

Mrs. Harrington laughs, unable to help herself. “Olive oil.”

Steve saddles up next to the dish rack, using a clean tea-towel to dry whatever’s handed to him. “Dad’s an idiot.”

“Yeah, but he loved me. Maybe he didn’t know it at the time, but I felt it. The second I walked in and fell into the wall because the floor was so slippery,” She pins Steve with what she hopes is a gentle, knowing look, “It meant the world that he’d even try.”

Steve looks thoughtful for a moment. “Okay,” He says, drying his hands on the seat of his Levi’s. “But what do I use to mop the floor--”

--

Two hours later, the house is clean enough that Mrs. Harrington doesn’t feel guilty returning to her crossword puzzle. 

She sits down and restarts her timer just as the doorbell rings. She listens, straining to imagine the big, goofy soft smile that matches the tone of her son’s voice. 

“Billy,” Steve says, and he might as well float around on heart-shaped clouds. “I made some cookies--”

“Smells like you almost burned the house down,” The second voice answers. 

Mrs. Harrington holds her breath and hopes against all hope that this kid won’t break her son’s heart.

There’s a long pause and then, quiet as a sunrise, Billy laughs. “I’ll choke ‘em down for you, pretty boy.”

For you.

Mrs. Harrington starts the timer and doesn’t even care that her husband beat her record. 

5.18. He’ll smile when he sees it.

[whosbloom]

Jimmy Darling » Grass stained jeans

⋆.˚ summary/request: “HEYYY ! Could you do something cute about being young parents with Jimmy please ? Maybe they have a daughter and they have like 2 years old and it’s just pure fluff 😭🫶🏻”

⋆.˚ pure fluff , i named the daughter Odette(if you get it, you get it), i don’t go into detail on her hands so feel free to image her with normal or lobster hands, ANOTHER REQUEST!! i’m so happy hehehe, hope you like it 🫶

“Darlin’, I think she wants you.”

You turned around to see Jimmy holding your daughter, the both of them wearing grass and mud stained clothes. You internally groaned and ran a hand through your hair, walking over and gently grabbed Odette.

“What did I say about going out while it rains?” You only earned a giggle from the girl, looking back up at Jimmy with a raised brow.

“She was havin’ fun! Can’t blame me.” He laughed lightly and stepped forward, dipping his head down and caught your lips in a kiss, which Odette responded with a fake gag.

You laughed into the kiss before pulling back, nodding in understanding and moved around your tent a bit, putting Odette down on her bed. “Since this is your daddy’s fault.. I think he can change you two out of your messes.”

“Oh, come on..” He sighed and walked back over to you, giving Odette a knowing look and wink, gesturing his head back to the door. “Just five minutes, please?”

Before you could protest he physically picked you up and held you bridal style, carrying you outside into the pouring rain. “Jimmy!” The feeling of the cold rain falling on your skin made you shiver, instinctively holding onto yourself as Jimmy put you down.

“It’s fun! Look how cute she looks..” He pointed towards your daughter jumping in a puddle, the bottom of her dress getting absolutely soaked in muddy water.

“You are so lucky I love you and put up with this.” You sighed as you looked up at him, only for him to join in with her and jump in the puddle as well, grabbing her hands to twist her around.

“I’m real damn lucky, not just for that.. but I also have this,” he stopped for a moment to pick up Odette, kissing her cheek. “Amazin’ little girl.”

You couldn’t help but smiled, even with the rain and mud covering them both they were still adorable as ever. “I’m lucky to have both of you.. mud and all.”