#shark shell challenge

[transguybuilds]

Simsie's Shark Shell Challenge

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[todropscience]

YES, SHARKS MAKE SOUNDS, AND WE'VE JUST HEARD ONE

Yes, that sound you’re hearing, a sharp, rapid click, is actually made by a shark. For the first time ever, scientists have recorded sharks producing sounds, challenging the long-held belief that these ocean predators are completely silent. The surprising discovery came during routine behavioural experiments in New Zealand, when researchers noticed that Spotted Estuary Smooth-Hound Mustelus lenticulatus, emitted loud, distinctive clicks when handled underwater. These sounds, likely defensive or stress-related, were consistent across multiple individuals and even reached volumes comparable to a shotgun blast.

- Spotted Estuary Smooth-Hound at Wellington, New Zealand. Photo by Luca Davenport-Thomas

The researchers believe the noise may come from the sharks snapping their flat, plate-like teeth, a trait adapted for crushing crabs and other hard-shelled prey. Though the exact mechanism remains unconfirmed, and it’s still unclear whether these clicks are intentional or simply a reflex, the finding opens new questions about acoustic behaviour in sharks. Similar clicking has been observed in rays and mantas, hinting that this might not be such a rare trait after all. So yes, that’s the sound a shark makes, and it might just be their version of “back off.”

Reference: Nieder et al., 2025. Evidence of active sound production by a shark R. Soc. Open Sci.

[alltimecharlo]

brat mack being all possessive over will in some club fic?? (Its giving miss possessive by tate mcrae...)

ooo of course!! 🤭🩵 fic under the cut!!!

The music in the club is too loud and the lights are too much, but Will wanted to come out and Mack is incapable of saying no to him.

He’s still not sure how that happened.

One minute he was rolling his eyes at Eky chirping Will for spending another Friday night with Mack instead of doing anything remotely social. The next, Will was leaning over the back of the couch, arms braced on either side of Mack’s shoulders, grinning down at him like a dare.

"Let’s go out," he’d said.

Mack should’ve said no. Should’ve told him that they had practice tomorrow and that Will needed rest. That Mack himself would rather gouge out an eye than spend three hours in a sweaty club filled with overpriced drinks and Sharks fans trying to get photos in the dark.

But then Will tilted his head and said, "Come on, dude. Don’t make me go alone."

And that was it. Game over.

Now they’re three vodka sodas deep, and Will is glowing under the strobing lights, sweaty curls stuck to his forehead and that wide, dazzling smile aimed at everyone and no one as he dances in the middle of the floor.

Mack is not smiling.

He’s got one hand around his drink, the other clenched on the back of the booth, eyes locked on the guy who just got a little too close to Will. Hands too familiar. A grin too cocky.

Will laughs at something the guy says and tilts his head back, exposing his throat.

Mack is out of his seat before he thinks about it. Elbowing through the crowd with a single-mindedness that probably makes him look insane. He doesn’t care.

Will turns just as Mack reaches him, eyes wide and pleased. "Hey! You came to dance!"

Mack hooks a hand around Will’s waist and yanks him back, away from the guy whose hands were still halfway to Will’s hips. "No," Mack says shortly. "I came to get you."

The guy raises an eyebrow. "You his boyfriend or something?"

"Something," Mack says, with enough heat to fry the words.

Will blinks up at him. "Mack—"

"Let’s go," Mack says. Not a request.

He feels Will go still for a second, then lean in just slightly. Like he’s testing the edges of this mood. Then he tilts his chin up, all challenge. "Or what? You gonna drag me out like a caveman?"

Mack leans in, his mouth brushing the shell of Will’s ear. "If you don’t start walking, I’ll carry you."

Will shivers. Mack feels it.

"You wouldn’t."

Mack tugs him in tighter. "Try me."

Will laughs, breathless and delighted. "Jesus, you’re a menace."

"You love it," Mack mutters, already guiding him through the crowd.

Will doesn’t argue.

They make it to the quieter lounge area near the back, where the lights are lower and the crowd thinner. Mack doesn’t stop until they’re in a shadowy corner, back pressed against the wall and Will pinned in front of him.

"You were enjoying yourself," Will says, just a touch smug. "Could’ve let me keep dancing."

Mack growls, low in his throat. "That guy had his hands on you."

"It’s a club, Mack. That’s what happens in clubs."

"Not to you."

Will arches an eyebrow. "Possessive much?"

"Yeah," Mack says, and there’s no hesitation in it. "You’re mine."

Will’s breath stutters. "That right?"

Mack cups the back of his neck, firm but gentle, and brings their foreheads together. "Yeah. That’s right."

Will tilts his mouth up, and Mack kisses him. It’s not soft. It’s not chaste. It’s claiming. It's a little bit messy, a lot hot, and it leaves Will clutching Mack’s shoulders like he might fall over if he doesn’t hold on.

"God," Will mutters when they break apart, flushed and dazed, "you get like this and you think I’m gonna say no to you."

Mack brushes his thumb over Will’s jaw. "You should. I’m the worst."

"You’re so hot when you’re mad," Will says dreamily. "You’re such a brat."

Mack beams. "Yeah, but I’m your brat."

Will kisses him again because what the hell else is he supposed to do with that?

Somewhere across the club, Eky sees them and groans loud enough to be heard over the bass.

"Oh my god," he says to Toff, "they're gonna make out in every corner of this city, aren't they?"

Toff just lifts his beer. "Better than all that pining, man. Let him have this."

Let him have Will, Mack thinks later, dragging Will back to the booth with one hand on the small of his back and a smug little smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Yeah.

He’ll take all of it.

♡

[bloodfin]

Unedited Raindrop thigh riding in the new uniforms ft fingers in mouth have fun lads !

"Oh you have got to be kidding me," Dew laments, holding up a small bedazzled skeleton shirt.

"I liked the bug masks better."

"I dunno," Rain chirps from the dressing room next door. "I kind of dig it."

Dew drops his shirt and throws the curtain open, scrambling to get into Rain's dressing room. The first to see him in this uniform, and it steals the breath from his lungs.

"So this is what it feels like to be Satan's favorite," Dew smiles, eyes raking over Rain's lithe form in skintight pants.

"Shit Rainy, you look so good."

Dew's heart does something weird in his chest when Rain looks over his shoulder at him, carefully unglamoured fangs on full display in a bright smile.

It's criminal, really, the way the tailcoat hides his plump ass from view. He can't be blamed when he palms at the fabric, pushing it to the side and loosing an appreciative whistle.

"Maybe the tails are a good thing, no one else can see what's mine."

He drops the fabric and swats at his firm left cheek before gliding around Rain to stand in front of him, chin up as he assesses the habit.

"And that's just unfair."

"Hm?"

"I have to look at you like this all night, and act professionally? Talk about a sin."

"So you like it then," Rain smiles, each crooked fang glimmering in the low light.

"You could say that."

Rain swallows Dew's gasp as he bullies him into the wall, wedging his knee between his legs.

"Show me," Rain pants into his mouth, bumping his knee against Dew just right.

"Show me how much you like it."

Dew whines and rocks his hips, pressing harder onto Rain's thigh. His delicate bone structure hides pure muscle strength, his firm corded quad flexed for Dew's pleasure.

There's a low growl in Dew's chest, and Rain smirks before capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Dewdrop slowly drags himself across the hard muscle of Rain's thigh, whimpering as the friction starts to build against his cock. Dew sighs into it, groans with every push and pull.

Rain flexes his fingers around Dew's little waist, nipping at his ear.

"Gotta be quiet baby," he breathes, cold breath meeting overheated skin. "Don't need any interruptions, yeah?"

Rain makes it a challenge when he drags the cold tip of his tongue along the shell of Dew's ear, pausing to plant a kiss where it meets his jaw. Dew moans quietly against him, thows his hands around his neck and grinds, feeling pre start to soak into his pants.

"Not fair," he grunts, fingers searching for a button, a clasp, anything to get Rain out of his uniform. Rain shrugs and dips his head into the crook of Dew's shoulder, tongue tracing over scar after scar. Many from him, serrated scars from shark like teeth sunk into tender flesh.

"Not my fault you're easy," Rain huffs.

He reaches one hand down to squeeze at Dew's barely there ass, slowing his grind to a near halt. Dew has to bite his tongue to keep from whining, feels his claws unglamour as they itch to tear into sparkling black fabric.

Dew shifts the weight in his hips, unable to suppress his moan this time, the pressure growing low in his belly. Rain squeezes him once more before trailing his fingers up Dew's chest, pausing to tug at one of his piercings on the way. Rain drags his fingers up Dew's neck, gently traces them around his lips.

"Open for me?"

Rain's voice had hit that lower register, the one that never fails to make Dew shoot in thirty-two seconds or less. He squeezes his eyes shut for just a moment before darting his tongue out and licking the tip of Rain's pointer and middle fingers before sucking them into his mouth.

His taste buds are flooded with the tang of metal from his bass strings, a hint of blood from that hangnail he pulled out earlier, that sweet sea grass flavor that seems to come off of him in waves, and an undertone of driftwood bonfire that has permeated into his skin from all the time they spend together.

Before, now, and after.

"Getting sentimental on me, baby?"

Rain is purring into his ear, and it's then that Dewdrop realizes he and Rain had both dropped their glamours completely. He has to hope to Satan that Cumulus won't be too mad, her hard work destroyed in the name of Rain's more than ample ass.

Well. At least she'll understand.

Dew rocks harder against Rain, feels the friction of his now soaked pants dragging across his cock, pushing him closer to his release. He groans against Rain's fingers as he flexes them against his tongue, picking up more citrus and jasmine. His grip on Rain's jacket tightens as his breath hitches, chasing, chasing, chasing.

"C'mon, come for me."

That's all it takes for Dew, really. Rain's voice sounding like that, dressed like that, fingers crammed so deep in his mouth they might as well be in his throat. He comes hard against Rain's thigh, shout muffled by Rain petting his tongue.

Before he knows it Rain is kissing along his jaw, pulling his fingers from his mouth to undo his own buttons. Dew feels himself sinking, being deposited on his knees as Rain gathers his hair in his hand.

"My turn," Rain smiles.

Dew knows he's in for later, but it's worth it when he takes Rain to the back of his throat with little preamble, his knees shaking as he threatens to come just as fast as Dew did.

[kedsandtubesocks]

drive ╏ roll-a-trope fic challenge

Joel Miller x F!Reader

summary: An early birthday celebration trip for Joel arrives & you’re excited to tag along… there’s just something you’ve been meaning to tell him about

prompt: #2 - road trip

warnings/tags: no explicit warnings but all my writing is 18+ only so MDNI, no use of y/n, pre-outbreak canon, established relationship, brief pov switch, light gendered language usage, Sarah Miller being the best, thoughts of marriage & children, hidden/surprise pregnancy, fluff & then ending angst (I’m sorry)

word count: 2k

a/n: thank you so much to @burntheedges for putting on this challenge for us, I’m so grateful to be a part of this thanks again Kate! Divider by the amazing @saradika-graphics (thank you & ily) & to you, if you’re reading this - thank you so much ♡

The drive from Austin to Corpus Christi was not one Joel took often, but this time it’s special.

This is first road trip with his girls, you and Sarah. It’s an early birthday week celebration for him. And honestly? He could just be on the road, driving around all day with no destination, and he wouldn’t mind a damn minute.

You by his side, Sarah in the back singing along to the radio - he never thought he’d ever find this slice of heaven before him.

He knew how nervous you were about the trip, knowing this would be another big step in the relationship. But with how effortlessly natural it was seeing you wake up in his bed, help pack the truck, even make breakfast for Sarah… a settling sensation filled his chest like you were always meant to be here, like realizing you were a finishing stitch into Joel’s life.

It’s a perfect early birthday treat he wants to savor forever.

With the windows rolled down, the traces of the morning sunlight illuminating the air, the beat of the radio, and you laughing at something Sarah said, Joel Miller is beyond content. The scenery from the Austin city limits blurs into soft hills that turn into stunning stretches of green. Then the towering palm trees arrive.

The few benefits of the Texas heat is still getting beach days in mid September.

The shimmer of the ocean already in sight perks Sarah up, and Joel beams.

“Dad, we have to go to those beach shops first please.” She urges, then eagerly explains to you the lure of the way too ridiculous tourist trap spots.

“Some even have these huge fake sharks in front you can take pictures with.” Sarah paints the image with brilliant excitement.

You’re glancing back at Sarah, hanging on her every word with graced patience, and Joel thinks his heart might melt out of his ribs.

He’s found something special here with you. He almost feels selfish at how badly he wants to hold onto it tight, never let you go.

As promised, before heading to the shoreline, Joel stops by a tourist shop that has a very large plastic shark wide with its teeth open before the door.

You laugh, twinkling and brilliant seeing it.

“See I told ya!” Sarah laughs happily.

“Oh we gotta take all the pictures with it.” You eagerly suggest and Joel wonders…

If maybe inside he grabs one of those ridiculous sea shell rings and propose to you right here and now.

-

The shop stands coated in a unique type of plastic over coated painted wonder. There’s a painted mural of seagulls flying over a bright pink sky on the wall. Another wall is coated top to bottom in various t-shirts that make you and Sarah giggle. So many wind chimes made of seashells hang from above.

You can’t believe your eyes trying to soak it all in.

“They even have hermit crabs here?” You’re a bit surprised at the rows of take home creatures that crawl around in their containers.

“Yes, ugh I’ve been trying to convince dad to let me get one for years.” Sarah sighs slightly pouting. “But he isn’t a fan.”

“Say it’s his birthday present.” You joke, and Sarah snickers.

You adore Joel’s daughter. Sarah is bright, incredibly clever and sweet, a pure wonder you’re grateful has allowed you into her and her dad’s life.

She even has been secretly telling you what she might be getting Joel for his birthday.

“I think I’m gonna just end up fixing his watch for him. I know he won’t ever do it himself.” She’s a considerate and deeply caring soul. Something she takes after her dad beautifully.

“Well if you need me to cover for you or take you, I can help.” You offer.

Sarah turns to you wearing the kindest smile and thanks you for the offer.

“But I think I got a plan. If it doesn’t work out though, trust me you’re my first alibi.” She nods firm.

“I’m honored, just don’t have me breaking you out of jail just yet.” You grin, and she playfully nudges you.

It’s affectionate. You learned fast the Millers love to tease, love showing their affection with quick wit and deep bonding. You’re grateful to be a part of that now.

Sarah eventually wanders back to Joel. You wonder if she’s really going to try and persuade him to get a hermit crab.

Wandering on your own now, you stumble across more clothing.

Specifically, you find yourself gravitated to the baby clothes section.

The small little onesies with dolphins on them, and the few cute shirts that say my first beach trip, all tug at your heart.

It takes everything in you not to grab one.

But you don’t want to spoil your birthday gift to Joel, not yet. You just found out earlier this week after all.

You just had to wait a little longer. You hope it will be worth it.

Before Joel or Sarah can spot you, you try finding one of the Millers first. Sarah of course chats with one of the cashiers at the hermit crab counter, and you snicker walking towards Joel. He stands surveying the kitschy fish wall decorations.

“I think we’re going to be going home with an extra little crawling critter. Sarah’s persistent.” You smirk.

Joel rolls his eyes.

“She can try all she want, but we ain’t taking a damn crab home.” He drawls out with a classical grumpy Joel pout. “Unless it’s fried.”

You snicker moving to lean against his side while an indescribable affection, a cotton candy delicate sweetness, blooms in you and you haven’t even gotten to the beach yet.

Joel must sense it too. His arms immediately draw you into him more, and he kisses the top of your head.

“Glad we took this road trip.” He mutters soft.

“Me too.” You agree rubbing his back.

“Sarah said we should make it yearly thing.” He adds.

“We should. Good way to celebrate your birthday early.” You fondly say.

He huffs. “Don’t want any crazy celebration I told ya. Just my girls, Tommy, and maybe a cake, that’s all I need.”

“Nothing crazy huh?” You tease soft.

“Baby, haven’t had a crazy birthday since I was twenty and ain’t wanted one since.” He snorts.

Now slight fear tugs at you. Maybe you should tell him your surprise now, or sooner than expected.

“Hey,” Joel’s soft warm hand moves to your face letting his thumb softly rub your jaw. “Y’okay, darlin’?”

You swallow hard, but nod with a smile.

“Yup just ready to get to the beach.” You half lie.

“Me too,” then he leans down closer to your ear. “Can’t wait to see how fuckin’ sexy you’ll be in that swim suit of yours-”

“Joel Miller.” You cry playfully aghast and swat his chest.

Joel rolls his eyes, yet a smile tugs at his lips.

Soon enough Sarah calls out for her dad causing you and him to slowly pull away.

The beach is calling too after all.

-

The rain patters a soft steady melody against the truck. You’re thankful everyone got in a few good hours in the waves, soaking in the nice weather, before the rain drops began. A downfall to Texas weather is its unpredictability.

Sarah sleeps soundly in the back tired out from enjoying the beach.

Sitting in the passengers detached in the cozy warmth of the truck, you even catch your eyes dropping shut every now and then.

“Get some rest, sweetheart. We still got a few hours on the road.” Joel, ever considerate, softly says over the radio.

You decide to maybe just rest for a little bit, settling into the seat more.

“Sorry we didn’t get to spend a full day at the beach.” You mutter, closing your eyes.

“Don’t be sorry, honey,” Joel reassures warm. His hand slides over to squeeze your knee closest to him across the counsel.

“Today was great.” His voice is thick, earnest in the buried emotions waiting for you to sink into. Now opening your eyes again, you glance over to Joel.

The soft stormy lighting coats him dreamy and cozy. His hair is even still fluffed up from the sand and sea, the picture perfect dreamy vacation man or possibly a mythical sea god you’ve luckily caught onto land. He’s incredibly handsome, your Joel.

“Thanks for coming.” He adds above a soft whisper.

“Thanks for letting me tag along.” You reply back just as soft, delicate.

“Of course,” his eyes flicker to you briefly. “Here’s hopin’ to many more trips together.”

Your heart swells, and you wonder if you might just get swept into the current of Joel Miller forever.

“Here’s to more trips together.” You repeat, solidifying his words into your soul.

You hope he’ll be happy with the news you have. You’re still hesitant about it, but right now, simple tender peace envelopes you right now in this moment.

“Love you, Miller. Happy early birthday.” You say half asleep as the exhaustion creeps in.

“Thanks baby, love y’too.” His voice floats in with the rain drops, and it's beautiful.

Your eyes glance out at the misty road blurring before you and how the rain paints the world in a water color soaked dream. Closing your eyes, you decide to get some sleep on this drive.

Maybe you will tell him about your surprise when you get home.

Then Joel’s phone buzzes.

From what you catch, it’s Tommy. Must be something about work because Joel’s voice low takes on his contractor big brother boss tone.

“Yeah, I’ll check it out when I get home.” He sighs annoyed, tired.

Joel’s been so busy this month. You even know how much it took for him to take time for this trip.

A heaviness weighs you down, and a slight edge of guilt follows. Maybe you’ll wait to tell him on his actual birthday. Surprise him with the little longhorn onesie you bought ready to show him and of course Sarah.

In the truck, you simply slip into the cocoon of crystalized peace here. You already dream of another beach trip, the next time maybe with a baby car seat in the back and Sarah happily cooing over her sibling…

And your hand holding Joel’s staring out at the road ahead, hopeful for this new path with him.

-

Sarah’s morning knock jolts you and Joel up wearily out of bed.

“Didn’t know we slept in so late.” Joel mutters, dragging you closer into his sleepy hold.

“Mhm, early birthday sex would do that to ya.” You reply with a grin.

Today’s the day.

“Happy birthday baby.” You whisper adoringly, pressing your lips to his, basking in this moment with him.

“Thanks sweetheart.” His warm sleepy voice drips molten sin, and it’s hard fighting the urge to call into work today and begging Joel to do the same.

The morning is eased, perfectly Joel. Sarah even cooks eggs for everyone and soon enough Tommy joins.

A part of you wants to blurt out your announcement now with all the Millers here, but then contract work again takes over the focus of the conversation. Then the weird news announcement about Jakarta shifted the conversation. But you try not to worry about it.

Today would be a good day.

It’s Joel’s day after all.

As Joel talks to his neighbors, Sarah makes an excuse about forgetting something then drags you off to the side.

“Dad’s gonna forget a cake, I just know it.” She sighs knowingly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pick one up.” You reassure her warm.

She beams warm then hugs you tight.

Normally Joel drives you to work, but now with the mission of picking up the cake, you use the excuse of needing to stay late as to why you take your car.

Joel pouts but gives you a sweet see you later kiss.

Tommy almost seems to know something is up cause he winks knowingly at you.

It’s a soft morning, a rare beautiful day already with Austin traffic being somewhat manageable.

You happily reassure yourself you’ll tell Joel about the baby when you get home from work. You hope to

surprise him with a cake and then the little extra sweet announcement with it.

Still sitting in Austin traffic, the radio again discusses the news of Jakarta now going on lockdown. The somber tone sends a chill up your spine. You simply change the radio to another station.

You let your mind return to that possible dream of the road trips to come, and of the little onesie sitting in your work bag waiting.

Today is going to be a good day. You just know it.

[dontmakemechooseanli]

Wish

A/N: I’m depressed and you know what a little writing challenge to write a little lads every day might help dammit. Anyway its depressed girl February and I haven’t written any non- academic/ work related thing since 2017?? 

Today the song on the shuffle is Stray Kids- Mixtape: Time Out so you know that is a Rafayel song to the end of time.

Rafayel x reader/ mc

WC: 446

Rafayel could name a million things. He could. Shark. Burger. Noodles. Paintbrush. Seagull. He could tell you what those are too. Could show you a picture- hell he could draw you a picture of those things.That is he was confident in-

But at this moment he couldn’t name what he was seeing with the human language. His mind was scrambling to catch up with his heart to make sense of it but it was like he was floating outside his body. 

Sand? Sure. There was sand- it was warm under his feet. It was a feeling he would never really get used to- the sharp sting of hot sand on bare skin always felt bitter sweet. He was holding his sandals in one hand; swinging them in time to

Your hand? It was clasped firmly in his hand moments ago. He had not been quiet about how much he loved holding your hand (if he could hold your hand for the rest of time and never let go he would. You had said it “wasn’t practical”. No. Not practical was actually doing anything that would make him let go of your hand thank you very much) Your hand fit so well in his that its sudden lack threw him off his rhythm.

Sun? He was squinting against the rays of the afternoon light that was encasing your form. You were holding something out to him

A white sea shell. 

His heart beat out of his chest as he saw your beaming smile- so bright he felt blinded for a moment as his heart leapt out of his chest.

“Raf! Didn’t you say these were special? Let’s make a wish” 

Wish? Yes, this had always been his wish. He had waited. He had wished. He had searched the world over for this moment. For you to hold a white shell out to him and smile at him. 

My wish is you. 

“Sure Cutie. Let’s wish for-”

“Shh if you say it out loud it won’t come true” 

“You humans are so weird” 

But he pulled you close to him- trapping the shell between you.

 I wish for moments like this.

 Forever. 

“You’re a sap,” you say- your smile somehow spreading wider as you start to giggle.

“Shhhh- don’t let anyone hear you say that. Then I’ll have to tell them you are the one that actually sticks to me!” As he finishes saying that you pull away and run into the waves lapping lightly at the shore line.Without any hesitation Rafayel, the God of the Sea, mysterious, eccentric painter: runs after you.

“Oh really? It seems like you’re the one chasing me!”

Always

Is this based off something I read in game (that now I can’t find) about Raf sending a seagull with a white seashell and that it was very important to Lemurians? Yeah it is.

 Is it a love confession? Yeah in my headcanon it’s basically a wedding ring dammit.

Give this man his wife back dammit.

[spaceplayssims]

Ok so I’m finally home!!! It’s kinda late (11:56pm) but I think I want to start at least 2 new saves!!

1. I start a gameplay focused save explore my games

2. I want to do a rags to riches challenge!!! I’ve never done one before and after watching DeeSims and Vixella do a rags to riches version of @sims-himbo’s Barbie legacy challenge, I really want to try it

3. I also wanna explore Parenthood and HYS gameplay SPECIFICALLY so I’m considering starting a save w/ a Mom and her 2 kids. I’ll probably start the kids off as a child and a toddler but I imagine I’ll probably age them up pretty soon. I got HYS during the Lunar NY sale but none of the kids from the saves I have pre-buying are ready to be aged up 🫠

I’m probably gonna hop into my game to start one of these tonight while I do my laundry and hopefully I’ll start one of the others sometime w/i the next week 🙏🏾 I’m also gonna try to remember to take pics so I can finally show you guys some of my stuff 🥰🥰

I’m out of town dog sitting for a friend rn so I can’t play my game and I hate that for me SO. BAD 😩😩

[tashiberrie]

THEOPHAGY a challengers fanfic.

chapter one

↳ table of contents • one • two • three •,…

— in which the relentless pursuit of victory entangles rivals and friends alike in a complex web of obsession, love and self discovery.

an: who knew i could make tennis this dramatic. anyway, rebloggs are very much appreciated <3 please let me know what you think and feel free to send asks about theophagy, eve, challengers, whatever you want 🤍 enjoy.

ps: i’m thinking about creating a tag list for theophagy, so let me know if you’d be interested in that.

2004

Tashi Duncan was a name that echoed through the world of tennis with a reverence that bordered on awe. A prodigy from a young age, she had an almost supernatural grace on the court, a fluidity of movement that left spectators spellbound and opponents in despair. Winning had become a second nature to her; it was not just an expectation but a foregone conclusion. Tashi's journey through the ranks was meteoric, and by the age of just fifteen, she had secured her place as a future legend of the sport.

Her confidence was as unshakable as her skill. She approached each match with a calm certainty, her powerful serves and precise volleys dismantling any challenge that came her way. Tashi Duncan was, simply put, the best.

But then came Eve Anh.

Eve was a name Tashi had not encountered before, a new entrant into the upper echelons of tennis who had taken the circuit by storm. There were whispers about her in the locker rooms, murmurs of an almost feral intensity, a predatory focus that left her opponents rattled. Tashi paid little attention to the rumours; she had faced countless challengers and emerged victorious every time. Eve, she thought, would be no different.

The day of their match arrived with an electric tension in the air. The stadium was packed, the audience eager to witness the clash of titans. Tashi stepped onto the court with her usual confidence, her eyes scanning the crowd before settling on her opponent. Eve stood at the other end, her expression inscrutable, her eyes locked onto Tashi with a piercing intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

The match began and Tashi quickly realised that Eve was no ordinary opponent. She moved with a ferocity and precision that was terrifying, each stroke of her racket a slash of claws, each serve a piercing bite. Tashi struggled to keep up, her usual grace and power faltering under the relentless onslaught. It was as if Eve was not just playing to win, but to consume.

Point by point, Eve tore through Tashi’s defences, ripping apart her composure and confidence. Tashi felt as though she was being dismembered, piece by piece, her pride and skill devoured with every brutal volley. Each time she looked at Eve, she saw a hunger that went beyond the desire to win; it was a ravenous, insatiable need to dominate, to consume everything Tashi had ever been.

Eve's gaze was like a shark's, cold and unfeeling, and Tashi felt herself being drawn into those depths, drowning in her own fear and helplessness. She was no longer the lioness; she was the prey, caught in the jaws of a predator far more formidable than any she had faced before. Eve's dominance was total, her victory a feast, and Tashi felt every bite, every tear as her spirit was shredded.

When the final point was scored and the match ended, Tashi stood on the court, feeling eviscerated. Eve approached, her expression unreadable, but the gleam in her eyes spoke of a hunger momentarily sated. Tashi extended a trembling hand, feeling the cold grip of her conqueror, and in that moment, she knew she had been devoured.

Eve had not just defeated her; she had consumed her, leaving Tashi a hollow shell of the champion she once was. The court was her hunting ground, and Tashi had been her feast. As she walked away, Tashi could still feel the gnawing teeth, the relentless hunger of Eve, and she knew she would never be the same. She had been devoured, body and soul, by a predator unlike any she had ever faced.

Eve was a figure of mystery and intensity, her presence on the tennis court nothing short of mesmerising. Her journey in tennis had been one of relentless pursuit, a hunger that drove her to devour her competition with a ferocity that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. For Eve, tennis was not just a sport; it was a lifeline, an essential part of her existence as crucial as the air she breathed.

From a young age, Eve had discovered that she possessed a talent for the game, a natural ability that set her apart from her peers. But it was not just her skill that defined her; it was the insatiable hunger that burned within her, a need to dominate and conquer that transcended mere competition. Tennis was her battleground, and every match was a hunt, every opponent a potential feast for her unrelenting appetite.

Eve's rise through the ranks of tennis was marked by a series of brutal, decisive victories. She had a keen eye for talent, seeking out the best players with a predatory instinct. She latched onto them, drawn to their strength and skill like a moth to a flame. These players became her prey, their prowess on the court the sustenance she craved. She thrived on the challenge they presented, their resistance fueling her drive to overpower them.

But this hunger came at a cost. Eve was acutely aware of the the merciless nature of her pursuit. She knew that her approach to the game was not just about winning; it was about consuming her opponents, drawing from their strength until there was nothing left. She fed on their fear, their desperation, their struggle to keep up with her relentless assault. And when they began to falter, when their strength waned and they could no longer provide the challenge she needed, she would leave them behind, moving on to her next target.

This cycle of predation left a trail of broken players in her wake, each one a testament to her ruthless efficiency. Eve felt a pang of guilt every time she moved on, a fleeting acknowledgment of the destruction she left behind. She knew it was terrible, this parasitic drive that defined her. But the hunger was too strong, too deeply embedded in her soul. It was who she was, and she couldn't change that, no matter how much she might want to.

Off the court, Eve was a solitary figure, her intense focus on the game leaving little room for personal connections. She kept to herself, her interactions with others marked by a certain detachment. It was as if she feared that letting anyone get too close would expose the voracious hunger that drove her, the dark need that she barely contained.

Despite her inner turmoil, there was a part of Eve that reveled in her power, in the fear and respect she commanded. She saw herself as a necessary force in the world of tennis, a crucible through which the strongest players must pass. Yet, there was also a part of her that longed for something more, a connection that went beyond the superficial ties of competition.

Her encounter with Tashi Duncan had been different. Tashi had been a formidable opponent, her strength and skill a tantalising challenge that Eve had relished. The match had been a feast, every point a morsel of satisfaction for her ravenous appetite. But in Tashi, Eve had also seen a reflection of her own struggles, a kindred spirit battling her own demons. The connection they shared on the court was electric, a blend of rivalry and respect that left a lasting impression on Eve.

After that fateful match, Tashi Duncan's world was irrevocably altered. The court, once her kingdom, now felt like a graveyard of her shattered pride. The days that followed were a haze of restless nights and distracted days. Tashi couldn't escape the haunting presence of Eve; she was everywhere and nowhere, a spectre that invaded her every thought.

Tashi's obsession with Eve grew, an insidious vine wrapping around her mind, squeezing tighter with each passing day. She replayed their match in her head endlessly, dissecting every movement, every stroke, every glance. She scrutinised Eve’s form, trying to uncover some secret, some flaw she had missed. But each analysis only deepened her sense of awe and dread. Eve was flawless, a predator who had revealed Tashi’s own vulnerabilities in the most visceral way possible.

She began by studying Eve's matches with an intensity bordering on obsession, dissecting every move, every habit, searching for some clue, some insight into the mind of her conqueror. And it didn't take long for Tashi to uncover the quirks and rituals that defined Eve's presence on the court.

The soft hum that Eve emitted between points became a haunting melody in Tashi's mind, a constant refrain that echoed through her thoughts even when she wasn't watching. She found herself humming along, trying to decipher the meaning behind the ever-changing tunes, wondering what secrets they held.

Eve's unique way of bouncing the tennis ball before serving became a mesmerising spectacle for Tashi, a hypnotic dance that seemed to defy the laws of physics. She watched in awe as Eve spun and twirled the ball with effortless grace, each variation a testament to her skill and creativity. Tashi found herself mimicking the motions in her own practice sessions, hoping to capture even a fraction of Eve's magic.

And then there were the water bottles, meticulously arranged in a precise pattern on the sidelines. Tashi watched as Eve lined them up with obsessive precision, marvelling at the dedication and focus it must take to perform such a seemingly mundane task. She wondered about the significance of the ritual, the hidden meaning behind the carefully arranged bottles.

Her own training took on a frantic, almost manic quality. She pushed herself harder than ever before, driven by a desperate need to reclaim what had been taken from her. She studied Eve’s techniques, mimicked her strategies, and adapted her own style in a bid to become stronger, faster, better. Yet, no matter how hard she trained, the image of Eve standing over her, victorious and unassailable, remained seared into her mind.

In Eve, Tashi saw more than just a formidable opponent; she saw a divine force, a manifestation of power and grace beyond mortal comprehension. Eve's dominance on the court was not just skill; it was a revelation, a glimpse into a higher plane of existence where victory and defeat were mere illusions.

Tashi's fixation consumed her personal life as well. She withdrew from friends and family, her world narrowing to a singular focus: Eve. Conversations were tinged with an undercurrent of Eve’s name, her presence a ghostly thread woven into the fabric of Tashi’s existence. Her relationships strained and faltered, unable to compete with the all-encompassing spectre of her infatuation.

[gremlin-girly]

Sun, Sea and Sirens Collection

Hello there! Welcome to the Siren!AU collection 🐚

What originally started as a one shot from @steviebbboi 's wonderful 200 writer challenge inspired a whole BUNCH of ideas.

All the fics are 18+ and come with their own warnings (and some will be dark!). You have have noticed not all fics are listed with who is a siren, that's because it will be a surprise until the fic comes out ;)

Some fics will have more than one part but don't hold me to it.

These are Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters too, and will be added to their collection (which you can find before the cut). Any requests or asks about this collection, or stories in this collection, are greatly appreciated!

Maybe I need a lore companion for this au? Who knows

Note: these aren't in any particular order!

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

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Ionian Sun

Siren!Ari x f!human!Reader (Ari & Guppy)

1 / ? Parts

Bubbles

Jake Jensen x Siren!f!reader (Jake & Bubbles)

1 / ? Parts

Cold Dark Waters

Curtis Everett x f!reader (Curtis & Snowdrop)

1 / ? Parts

Sea Shell

Pre-serum! Steve Rogers x f!reader

One-Shot

Angelfish

Lloyd Hansen x f!reader

One-Shot

Neptune

The Mystery of Malakawena Beach

Shark-infested Waters

Pearls

[primepalindrome]

I'm hosting my own Mermay prompt list! Join me in the mermaid 🧜‍♀️ drawing challenge this May where we draw mermaids each day!

Doesn't have to be a mermaid, as you can see from my prompts it's just to have fun and get inspired. Tag me if you want me to see you art, I'd be thrilled. If you follow me on instagram I'll show your art in my story

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Write up:

1-Tails and scales 2-weighed down 3-crab 4-the waves 5-deep 6-beach day 7-the look 8-whale 9-caught 10-the stars 11-weapon 12-shrimp 13-washed up 14-swamp 15-teeth 16-seal 17-crowned 18-shiny 19-shark 20-posing 21-my treasure 22-shell 23-octopus 24-on the rocks 25-smile 26-bathtub 27-sunken bones 28-tangled up 29-pearl 30-reeds 31-ripples

[mr-styles]

Aube Perrie is doing his best to keep things slimy and gross.

Some excerpts from Aube Perrie's recent article with promonews.tv:

PROMONEWS/DK: I was going to say that you’ve had a busy year so far, but I guess that this run of work has been going longer than that…

AUBE PERRIE: I have a bad memory for these things, but it's been pretty continuous. And I guess it started around a year ago, when Harry's team, actually H’s creative director Molly Hawkins and Columbia’s SVP Bryan Younce reached out and we started to try to make something happen for the new album. That's when, among other things, I wrote Satellite and Sushi. Satellite was actually written first.

I mean, there were also a couple before that - it was a long process. Among many things, Molly Hawkins is a brilliant creative director. She’s very cautious about the work they put out there, and so is H, Bryan and this whole team. But I was very fortunate and spoiled enough for having them letting me explore on a couple tracks, being extremely open and supportive. The process spread on a whole year, but that was all to the benefit of pushing the creative, pushing the ideas, giving ourselves the opportunity to explore and use the time to make something that really feels right.

When Satellite was written, I think we all liked it, but it just stayed only as an idea, we kept exploring, maybe we weren’t going to do it. And then it came back like, months later - after Sushi. It was a busy year but giving lots of time to reflect, to develop.

What did they give you, to prompt your ideas apart from the music?

The briefs were very different. Satellite was completely open. For Sushi they actually mentioned just one thing: Harry wanted to be a fish. That was the brief.

And he went from a fish to sort of disgusting Tulu octopus - that's what I was aiming for. I guess I didn't want to make a classic mermaid figure. And we tried to make it as disgusting as possible. But somehow, I don't know, Harry is so handsome…

Yes. So it still ends up being quite glamorous...

Exactly. It's terrible! But we really did our best to really make this world very slimy and gross - I kept insisting on that, and we were lucky to have everyone very much on board to go for a world that felt sweaty and textured. The texture of the tail and the squid body part had fight scars, our brilliant prosthetic lead Chelsea Delfino added the ones that white sharks have, went for a skin marked with shells. We really tried to put some gross details in there.

I wanted to design a world and restaurant location as disgusting as possible, that had this very odd and long back story. My friend and producer Josh Sondock took me to this great location that was already pretty intense, it has this crazy backstory that has been untouched, an amazing kitchen to work with - and we made it ten times worse. Still, H’s beard is kind of hot...

Having said that it's glamorous, he's still a very convincing man-squid. How did you go about creating something that good, that really does look like it was captured in-camera? 

It was very much captured all in-camera. Time was challenging because we had very little time to build the tail, the prawn masks, in time to fit the schedule. H was in the middle of the craziest tour, to say the least. We presented two different options. Something more fishy - closer to the classic mermaid I guess, but still pretty gross and unsettling, more like a slimy eel– and the squid, which was more difficult to do, but got us very excited. And H, Molly, everyone went straight for the squid. So much fun.

Wow. Not much time to fit in a lot of narrative. Did you get a much of a chance to discuss with him beforehand what was going to happen?

H definitely kept an eye on everything and it was nice to have him excited and on board jumping into a huge slimy tail and catching fishes in-camera beforehand, so we knew the main challenge would be to make it through the days. But at least we were all super aware of the challenge and up for it including H.

A lot goes through Molly, but they're also very close, so if you're discussing with Molly, you're discussing with H eventually. But I guess there was not so much discussion, but more support, especially for Sushi. It was just very easy and supportive and went very smoothly. There was just a lot of trust. And we were all here to try getting something fantastic.

I think we were all very strongly convinced it was actually good to try going for what was not so much expected of him. And I think we all were very excited picturing a result that felt like it had the potential to be quite unique. Including H.

He's familiar with the film world, having done features, and I guess he's toying with his image in quite an interesting way. Obviously not all pop stars are prepared to do that.

More should - because…it’s fun. Take Sushi. The shot list was wild. We had one day with H. At some point, you have no time to always explain what you’re shooting all over the place with A & B cam, you just need to get on with it. I guess it was way more indie film than blockbuster. But H is blockbuster. So the day would be impossible without him being very much prepared to be on the same boat as everyone one else to get it, embracing it and having fun with it. There is just no other way.

But I’m so glad that’s who he is. Everyone saw that day he’s definitely amazing at doing that and getting it. He’s very much prepared indeed. And by focusing the energy on nothing but getting it, it allows space for fun. And more than anything, it was all a lot of fun. That’s how it should be.

You can read the whole article here!

[theoneofmanyofficial]

Birthday Part 3

"I do not trust" is the theme of this one I guess?

(Long post with screenshots from birthday lines round 2)

Why, Riddle?! Why you gotta use that smile? I would have been fine with the regular adorable smile, but not this one! I feel like I need to hit the save button before proceeding with this conversation

If I give him head pats, will that spare my life?

Why does this also feel like trap? Because it's always that particular smile. Once again, it makes me feel like I gotta be careful and hit that save button

Have some head pats, just don't take my happiness, sir. I just got that tiny crumb back! 🥺

You mean like a party? 😃

I don't trust this, but I'm willing hear you out

Floyd. Floyd, listen. Love ya and would love to take up an offer of a tour of Coral Sea. You're my favorite wild card fishy eel boy and I like your laugh and I love your happy chibi sprite and all that jazz... but I don't trust like that!

I feel like this adventure will involve getting chased by an angry shark (comedic route) and I doubt I would survive that heart attack

Head pats for offering though...

Just... a little... hesitant... head pats...

Quite confident, are we?

I mean, I'm not about to challenge him about it... Because I would lose... And because he could win with only a pretty shell and that smile...

Head pats for Azul but I mean, look at that smile! How could I not give head pats?!

Dagnabbit, Azul! Only Ortho (and maybe, maybe Malleus) is allowed to say that out loud! You're supposed to say that part quietly, with the parentheses!

Gonna be taking my head pats back, mister XD

Tempting, very tempting. However, I prefer more of a "boys being sillies" kind of entertainment

No! No love! Just sillies! Please, I just want sillies! 🥺

Was worried for a sec there, but don't worry, folks! Silly boys are back on schedule!

[samwellwinchesterthebrave]

BuckTommy Fluffebruary day 25: Sharing a Blanket

This is day 25 of the challenge by @bucktommyfluffebruary and this one came out very sweet. Also, the movie mentioned is The Meg because I love that movie

Movies in the Park

Read on ao3

Rating T / Words 360

Tommy looked over in amused fondness as Evan snuggled even closer into his side under the blanket. It was a little chilly so they'd both curled up under it about twenty minutes after the movie started. Nor were they the only couple snuggled up under a blanket on the stretch of lawn in the park.

Though when Evan's hand landed on his thigh and started inching up while he tilted his face into Tommy's neck to nuzzle at the skin over his pulse, Tommy used the hand not wrapped around Evan’s shoulders to grab his wandering hand.

“Pay attention to the movie, baby,” Tommy murmured in Evan's ear. He tangled their fingers together, squeezing gently when Evan groaned. “It's a fun one.”

“Big shark eats people,” Evan complained, glancing up at Tommy from the corner of one eye. There was a mischievous gleam on his face. “I'd rather pay attention to you.”

When Tommy had suggested they have a date night at a movie showing in the park, he had planned for cool weather, rain, even getting thirsty or hungry. He hadn't expected to be dealing with Evan's wandering hands. He should have.

“It's more than just big shark eats people,” Tommy replied, pressing a kiss to Evan's temple. “Besides, it's got Jason Statham in it.”

“Oh, is that why we're really here? So you can ogle a hot guy on the big screen?” Evan teased, dragging both of their hands over Tommy's thigh.

“It is a highlight,” Tommy nodded seriously, laughing when Evan looked annoyed. He leaned into Evan's ear so that his breath feathered over the shell. Then he whispered, keeping his voice low, “Just keep in mind everything your mind wanders to. When we go home, you can tell me. And demonstrate.”

Evan shivered then nodded. He tilted his head up to capture Tommy's lips in a quick, searing kiss. Then he settled back down against Tommy's side. Together, they tucked the blanket a little more securely around them. Love filled Tommy as he watched Evan for a moment. Then he turned his attention back to the movie, his thumb moving over the knuckles of Evan's hand.

[fridaynightaus]

In Saturday Swap Shreddin, BF/Jacob is swapped with Blaze and GF/Amber is swapped with Senpai/Kenji. Blaze and Kenji can be found here.

Jacob is a sharkman, or a member of the "Sharkfolk". Sorta like weresharks but without the lycanthropy. However, sharks have had a sour reputation and Jacob was no different, he was quite lonely, as aside from members of his own kind, everyone who saw him and/or his sharp teeth (which stays present even in human form) would either flee in fear or mock him for it. Everyday he wished that, for once, he'd be part of the world that was one of friendship and love.

One day he grew desperate to make this wish came true, and so, using an enchanted conch shell, he stole Kenji's voice. A siren's enchanting voice was just what he needed to get others to finally like him. But Blaze wasn't gonna let him get away with that without a fight, as so, she challenged the shark boy to a musical duel, best of 3. Predictably, Jacob lost. But his wish came true after all, as even with the bad first impression, Blaze and Kenji extended their hands in friendship for him. And eventually he would meet his digital lover, Amber, as well.

Amber is a character and the poster girl from the game "Cheery Cherries"; A DS cheerleading based rhythm game ala "We Cheer" and "Cheer We Go". She is one of the most popular girls in Saint LaVey High School, and is a member of the school's cheerleading team: The Devils. Alongside the game's customizable player character, who she is best friends with.

Unsurprisingly, a LOT of the guys in school want her, but she only has eyes for one boy: The boy that ended up in her game from the real world. But little does she know something...sour has taken root in her game, her own body in fact...

[marvelshifter111]

Aquarelle

- the mermaid kingdom in my mermaid DR

Aquarielle is a sprawling underwater kingdom hidden beneath the shimmering waters of Saint Lucia’s western coast. Built into coral reefs, volcanic rock formations, and bioluminescent caverns, it’s a realm of beauty, mystery, and ancient magic. Its population of merfolk live in harmony with the ocean, serving as guardians of marine life and keepers of old secrets.

Key locations in Aquarielle

The Coral Palace

The kingdom’s heart, constructed from vibrant corals, seashells, and pearls.

The throne room features a glowing, crystal-like pearl said to hold the kingdom’s magic.

Surrounding gardens are filled with rare, luminous sea plants.

The Bioluminescent Grotto

A sacred cavern where the walls glow with bioluminescent algae.

Used for ceremonies, gatherings, and connecting with ancient mermaid spirits.

The grotto has healing waters rumored to mend even the gravest injuries.

The Abyssal Archives

A sprawling underwater library carved into a deep trench.

Contains scrolls, artifacts, and stories of mermaid history, surface dwellers, and marine life.

Guarded by ancient sea creatures that only the kingdom’s scholars can command.

The Moon Pool

A mystical pool at the edge of the kingdom that reflects the phases of the moon, even underwater.

Allows mermaids to connect with the surface world and harness lunar magic.

It’s a secret spot where you and your friends gather to plan or seek guidance.

The Grand Bazaar

A bustling marketplace where merfolk trade goods like polished pearls, enchanted seaweed, and shark-tooth jewelry.

Vendors offer potions, enchanted items, and information about the surface world.

Kingdom Culture

Royal Family

A mermaid queen rules Aquarielle, chosen not by birthright but by her connection to the sea’s magic.

Advisors include sages, warriors, and marine-life ambassadors.

Traditions and Celebrations

Festival of the Tides - A celebration of unity, with merfolk dancing in swirling currents and releasing glowing orbs into the water.

Ceremony of the Pearl - A rite of passage where young merfolk must retrieve a pearl from the dangerous Abyssal Trench.

Language and Communication

Merfolk use a combination of melodic vocalizations, gestures, and bioluminescent patterns to communicate.

Magical conch shells amplify voices or carry messages across long distances.

Conflict and politics

Environmental threats

Pollution from the surface threatens the kingdom’s fragile ecosystems.

A battle against illegal fishing or dredging could serve as a key storyline.

Internal Rivalries

Some merfolk questions the kingdom’s connection to surface dwellers, leading to political tension.

Rival factions might seek control of the Coral Palace’s magical pearl.

Mythical Creatures

Neighboring sea creatures like sirens, krakens, or water spirits could challenge the kingdom’s peace.

Visual aesthetics

Shimmering, iridescent light filters through the water, creating an ethereal glow.

Homes are built into coral reefs, seashells, or giant sea anemones, with intricate designs made from pearls and sandglass.

Schools of colorful fish, jellyfish lanterns, and flowing seaweed create a dynamic, ever-moving environment.

[nogetron]

Hun-Ixim, the great sustainer of mesoamerica. Dubbed the “Maise god” by scholars, Hun-Ixim was a ubiquitous figure in mesoamerica, though mainly localized in the Maya peoples. The Kʼicheʼ Mayans told of Hun-Ixim’s grand participation in creation. Known to them as Hun-Hunahpu, he was tricked by the spirits of Xibalba and was slain. However his sons, the hero twins Hunahpu and Xbalanque challenged the lords of Xibalba to a ball game for revenge for their father. The two were able to beat the spirits of Xibalba and resurrect their father as the Maize god. After his resurrection Hun-Hunahpu helped the Kʼicheʼs creator god Q’uq’umatz create humanity by using corn dough to sculpt them. However it was among the classic and pre-classic Maya where Hun-Ixim truly reached his apex. Though strewn across wordless art and cryptic messages, Hun-Ixim’s role can be reconstructed. Before any world was created, the first father, Hun-Ixim lay afloat on the primeval sea. During this timeless age the sky and sea lay on top of one another as a single form. That was until Hun-Ixim created three stones with which he used as a hearth and raised the sky away from the sea. Next the god raised the great world tree, its roots creating the underworld as its trunk reached into the sky. Using this tree Hun-Ixim climbed into the sky and built his home upon the apex of the heavens. From his home the god caused time to start, dictating the stars to move across the sky. When a world cycle comes to an end and the universe dies, Hun-Ixim calls upon the other gods to gather the three hearth stones once more. The Jaguar and Stingray paddlers find the Jaguar throne stone, the Black-house red god finds the snake throne stone, and Itzamná finds the shark throne stone. Each of them set the stones at the edges of the world, causing the universe to begin anew.

In mesoamerica, maize or corn was a vital crop for the indigenous peoples. With Maize making up a vast majority of the diet of these peoples, it became an integral part of their culture, exemplified by Hun-Ixim the. maize god. The maize god represented civilization and prosperity, being considered the god of scribes and artists as well. A consistent theme of the Maize god is his rebirth through a turtle shell, in the older Mayan practices this could’ve been seen as Hun-Ixim being reborn with the creation of a new world. Originally the inscription that detailed the three stones of creation only referred to the overseer as the ‘Six Sky Lord’, however later researchers would reconstruct the cosmogony and were able to place the Maize god as the Six Sky Lord. The Itzamna mentioned in the three stones creation myth was the chief god and primordial creator of the Yucatec Maya. Itzamna shares many aspects with the Maize god, such as his role as a creator god, their connection with scribes and artists, the turtle motif, and both of them being associated with maize. Their connection is further reinforced by the Yucatec themselves, as they often depicted the Maize god alongside Itzamna, despite his relative absence in their myths. Because of this it could be possible that Itzamna could’ve evolved from the worship of Hun-Ixim, but at the very least both gods were conflated with one another, with Hun-Ixim likely being a representation of a younger Itzamna by the Yucatec. The Maize god himself is one of the oldest gods among the mayans and even mesoamerica itself, originating in the Olmec culture predating the Mayan civilization. With the only surviving record of the Olmec religion being their wordless art, it’s impossible to reconstruct anything of significance of the mythos. At most it’s believed that the Mayan mythos likely descended from Olmec mythology, so it is possible that Hun-Ixim held a creator role like he did among the Maya but it’s impossible to know for now. The later Aztecs also held descendants of the Maize god as well, like Centeotl and Xipe Totec, despite his influence diminishing the Maize god still held great importance to their mythology. The name of the Maize god is an incredibly complicated subject, the name I chose, Hun-Ixim “Maize Grain”, is a relatively new name posited by researchers. The name Hun Hunahpu appears in the Ki’che’ Popol Vuh, other names like Uac Chuaac Nal “Six Tall New Corn” and Zac Uac Nal “White Six New Corn” appear in the Chilam Bilam. The Maize god’s epithet of ‘first father’ is used frequently as well.