#verse: Cetus

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Very exhausted from my new temp. job but hopefully I’ll still have time to draw and write

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.....Would Bruce be amicable to being friends with Jeff the Land Shark? I think they should be friends.

Funny you should ask— I actually got that question before!

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Forcing both of his eyes to keep the little fly in view meant a somewhat strained and decidedly comical sight of the Cetus going crosseyed, yet it was the best position for Melody to rest within his line of sight. Despite this, Bruce's gaze softened at the fly's short --and quite warranted-- outburst. Persecution for merely existing wasn't an experience to which Bruce hadn't been exposed. Even misidentified as a shark, the Cetus found himself at the business end of a harpoon and hook too many times to count.

He could hardly imagine how more devastatingly dangerous it was for a little fly no bigger than one of his teeth.

"S'awful hard to find a place in the world that doesn't 'ave any humans," Bruce sighed, before adding. "Or spiders." A pause settled on the Cetus, thoughtful and sobered. "'less of course there 'appens to be a place with friendly spiders and humans."

All while Bruce fled, Melody glued herself to his spine. She ducked beneath her cap, listening to his thundering footfalls and grappling with questions slamming her mind. How many humans were there? Were they following? Did they have flashing screens to capture Bruce in pictures forever? Flashing sticks to harm him? She kept hold and waited in dreadful anticipation until Bruce slowed, thankfully, of his own accord.

“You’re not a big brute,” she said gently, disbelievingly.

A mess of feelings welled up in her, so much that she almost doubted she could fly and get the weight of it out of herself. Yet she burst up anyway when she tried, zipped along the Cetus’s back, and plopped unceremoniously on the tip of his snout.

“Everyone else is the big brute,” she cried, her wings flaring. “Everyone wants to catch us, be cruel to us, take one of us away. Why can’t we just be left alone—to have fun, to be happy? To find the perfect place for you and me to meet again?”

She went to make a wide gesture with her arms and had forgotten that one arm and leg were still tangled together in cobwebs, which made her yelp and fall over herself. She whined and tugged pathetically at them to no avail.

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Dannymay Poetry - Day 10 Family

Danny wandered to the front of the room like a plastic bag dragged by a light breeze, his legs steady only because they'd disconnected from his brain. He still had that deer-in-headlights look as he turned to face the class, like his Pavlovian response to bolt to the bathroom was a hair's breath from kicking in and whisking him away.  

"Um," he said, voice cracking, "it's in free verse?"

Sam mimed a deep breath and smiled at him from the back.  Tucker gave him a thumbs up.  Danny locked eyes on his papers and let the hasty words swell up his throat and over his tongue like water, slowly finding his rhythm as the lines lapped against the walls.

I perch on the banister and look down into a still house, A living room in miniature, doll-like. Stale air smells like the summer I was 8, Something indelibly Us leeching from the carpet, or walls. The smell that can only emerge when we are gone, Our home shut up like a box.  This emptiness feels like you.  Here is a version of me, a tapestry, Of a moment, and a moment, and a moment Shuttled through time and bound in white string. A houseplant left to yellow and stretch from a dark end table As our furniture collects dust. You live in hypotheticals In equations and circuits and graphs— And perhaps I learned that from you And wove myself into myth. Now, the ghost of us sleeps below Encased in solder-smoke and chrome. You built a rocket ship inside-out. As I sit in our mausoleum, the orange gloam of sunset Grows from the window across the dingy floor. And a vision out of the past— my sister glows like fire in that light In cheap bangles and striped socks, Feet kicking in the air as she reads on the rug. She rolls her eyes at me, but I lay down next to her anyway. I use the cover of her book to pin my star map flat So I can trace the constellations. I will not break the silence, only feel the thud... thud Through the floor as she taps her feet, deep in thought.   We exist in a bubble of warmth. I used to beg you for stories of constellations and cosmonauts. That far-flung dark, beautiful and hostile and unknown, Was my siren's call, not so unlike yours. How strange it is to be spun from an essence That has become my opposite, To be made and destroyed in the same breath. Did Clotho weave my life backwards, a chiral pair to yours? For one instant I held the heavens in my left hand. My catasterism— blast shadows etched across the walls. Am I interesting to you now? If only the stars would catch us as we fall, And usher gently in that good night. Charon nor Orion saw their poisoned stings.  Atropos snipped, and they fell unawares. Now I ask, do you believe in the Fates? Ticking down in our clockwork universe. Does there exist a sky with no constellations? But here the whole menagerie is loose With Cetus in the lead. You build blast doors over my deepest place And see if they will hold. Come, dam up the infinity behind them. You think you can close the hole you made, But you only seal yourselves into our family crypt. See?  I have already stepped through. I go to the threshold and open the doors.  I stand on the shore to cast the ashes, Let them sink into the tide.  Loss is in our nature.  Now I know And I am trying to let go. I can't contain you. I am only an echo of your voice. I am only the parts of you that didn't hurt to keep. One thread at a time, I cut myself away. What white string is left, you can have. 

...A stillness lingered after his voice fell off into which Lancer murmured, "You wrote that today?" 

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More Information/Notes on Amaha's Sailor Moon AU

She is not sure she can trust Sailor Cetus if she ever meets the Senshi, because of Andromeda being meant as a sacrifice to the sea monster.

Amaha is similar to her Lads verse, but she might be a little younger than Amaha and other Lads MC’s of Earth (21-22).  She is more focused on her mission like the Outer Senshi from Sailor Moon, also a tad relentless too.  She is exhausted from battle and emotionally fatigued if anyone from the Lads verses meets her due to space travel.

I will leave the LI’s open-ended as much as possible in this verse in case anyone writing them wants to join the ‘verse.  However, I do see them also being subjected to containment by the government.  The only reason I specified more about Caleb is that he lived with Josephine and MC.

Earth’s time is around the late 1980s/early 1990s at this point (the original setting for Sailor Moon), but I imagine Sailor Andromeda’s Earth-like planet is more technologically advanced (having already gone through the shoulder pad phase in fashion).  Sailor Andromeda will likely meet Sailor Moon and the others if she travels or they are looking for Sailor Galaxia’s keep.

The verse will likely change as time goes on so nothing is really set in stone.  But if anyone wants to join the verse, they can.  Men can be Senshi, as seen with Tuxedo Mask, since he is technically Sailor Earth.

Sailor Andromeda does not have a Sailor Senshi team.  I have to think more about the Earth-like planet she is living on and Sailor Andromeda’s real origins.  Unless of course you want to join the verse and come up with a planet of your own?  Yes, yes?

The reason I came up with this verse is because Sailor Moon has similar themes despite leaning towards the magical girl genre: reincarnation, time travel, trauma, space/cosmos, past lives, soulmates, and defying fate against outside forces.

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Happy birthday, Mimi! @msgummysharks ❤️❤️❤️

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AU VERSES WITH @prcjectcetus

V: It’s Sink Or Swim; It’s Hit Or Miss; Man Overboard

Cetus Cyborg Scourge AU

Close to death and left to it, Scourge knew that he wasn't going to get out of this particular scrape. After being left on Earth, far from his kingdom, Scourge had begrudgingly accepted his fate, only to be rescued by some scientists when he was out cold. They replaced his right and left leg and bandaged his wounded jaw. When he awoke, he was beneath the Pacific ocean, held captive with the other genetic experiments in the Nautilus.

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Warframe Concept: Uzziel, The Flayed

Medium Armor No Shields Medium Health Low Energy.

General Ability: Health-pool manipulation, lifesteal. In-Game Abilities: Passive - Increase the amount of health regenerated per second for teammates, while Uzziel loses health over time. Fear Not - Cause enemies to scatter, attack each other, and cause general chaos as they run about in abject fear and terror. Each enemy killed increases the overall health of teammates by 5 points when under this effect. Additionally, while this effect is active, teammates deal increased damage to the affected enemies. 25 energy. Crown of Thorns - Summon fleshy "thorns" around the heads of enemies within a several meter radius, gradually killing and draining them of health, which is then used to replenish the health of teammates and Uzziel himself. 50 energy. Wear and Tear - Every time you take damage from any source while this is active, transfer said lost health to friendly units in the form of raising their overall health for the duration of the mission. 55 energy. Run Red - Flay and wear your enemy's skin, increasing your overall health, armor, and increasing status resistance. 70 Energy. Summary: A truly tortured soul, Uzziel underwent some of the most inhumane torture possible at the hands of the Orokin. It is said that for every day he spent being tortured beyond recognition by them, he spent that same amount of time slowly enacting his revenge upon them. Use Uzziel to become what your enemies fear most. Reset the clock that's ticking to your ultimate demise. Make sure that nobody has to suffer the way Uzziel did, ever again.

Background:

"Dearest Uzziel. Why must you struggle so? What's that? You want your face back…? I can oblige, I suppose… Just sit still, damn it!" ~ Unknown Orokin.

During the war between the Tenno, Sentients, and Orokin, Uzziel was one of the few conscious and sapient warframes, made by Ballas in a fashion similar to Excalibur Umbra, but with significantly less venom and hatred involved. During the war, his operator was killed in front of him, and he was captured and taken in by the Orokin. After years of endless torture at Ballas' hands, Uzziel's helminth-induced outer skin was cut from his body and fashioned into a horrifying metallic patchwork, that was then given to Uzziel to wear. Everything but his face was removed, that is and to this day he wears a "mask" of his previous warframe appearance, which appears veiled and crowned with "thorns".

Uzziel will never be satisfied, not now that Ballas is dead, not now that his only purpose has been taken by the Dealmaker… Uzziel's endless obsession and neverending pain will only cause more pain to himself, and others around him, now.

To be Uzziel is to embody suffering, pure and simple. Appearance: Skinned and tortured, the entire surface area of Uzziel's flayed form is covered with painful lesions and helminth-inflicted scar tissue. Most of said lesions are self inflicted. The same thorns crowning his "masked" head spiral tightly around his arms, while his patchworked helminth skin is pulled into something resembling a toga.

Signature Weapons: Crucified - A four barreled gun with the first two barrels in a row (horizontally), and the other two lowered downwards, to where it forms something resembling an arch. Gold filigree outlines it the weapon, and verses in an unknown language are scrawled across its surface. It is fairly large, and deals primarily slash damage, alongside piercing. It shoots rounds not to dissimilar to what the boltor uses, but significantly larger, and alongside that, unlike the boltor, it is not a full-automatic. It is in fact semi-auto, but one pull of the trigger sends all four barrels firing. Hierophant - A whip made of the same "thorns" that Uzziel can summon, its handle is one carved from the wood of a tree that only grows now in and around Cetus. Extreme slashing damage, as well as leeching small amounts of health per enemy killed.

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Aspis of Sarpedon

Child of Cetus and Stheno

An OC crafted for fantasy and horror verses. Writer goes by Aspen or Eerie, and is experienced in writing, but I haven’t used tumblr for roleplay much before!

Writer is over 18 so the account will probably be MDNI.

I’m still working out how exactly I should layout this account since I do not know what the tumblr rp community is like lmao

Follows back from @eerieandabandoned

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I've been having brainworms for this particular verse for Amaha, my mc oc, but I need to do more headcanons.

I think it would be interesting if anyone from Lads met my mc oc’s Sailor Senshi form, Sailor Andromeda.  She is still Amaha in some ways, but different from her in others.  I’m still thinking about what her powers would be considering she also represents the Andromeda Galaxy.  The cuffs on her uniform handcuffs and ankle cuffs, used to chain Andromeda to the rock as a sacrifice for Cetus.  She uses the chains to cut through attacks and binding.  Kind of like Andromeda Shun from S.aint S.eiya.

She has a lot in her realm of influence to protect, so she is not as kind or loving as regular Amaha.  She is also much stronger in this verse, she’s a spirit of a constellation given a human body.  Considering she’s the same age as Amaha, she is likely in her last transformation before becoming Queen.  She still is on the delicate side, because I think her heart condition will follow her throughout her lives.  Her Sailor Crystal could probably be fused with her heart to keep her alive. 🤔

I haven’t decided if the guys have equivalent forms in this verse.  If they are an advisor or consort of the Queen, or an enemy she fought and killed in the past.  Men are usually knights in the Sailor Moon universe if they have something akin to a Sailor Crystal, like Tuxedo Mask/Prince Endymion.  (There was no Sailor Earth or Sailor Sun because Tuxedo Mask was technically Sailor Earth or Sailor Sun.)  It is safe to say it really is up to the roleplayer.

I think Sailor Andromeda!Amaha is polyamorous.

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Bruce: Nice work!

Jack: Thanks, dad.

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Jack: Why is everyone looking at me?

Kimiko: You just called Bruce ‘Dad’. You said ‘thanks, dad’

Jack: What? No I didn’t, I said ‘thanks, man’

Bruce: Do you see me as a father figure, Jack?

Jack: No, if anything, I see you as a ‘bother figure’ ‘cause you’re always bothering me

Raimundo: Hey! Show your father some respect

@heylinhenchman

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I’m not posting on Instagram (my most active account) due to the Strike/Boycott for Palestine but here’s a WIP that will be tumblr-only until the 29th.

@heylinhenchman

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“I’m not gonna hurt ya!”

A reply to @macrolago ‘s adorable story with baby Perry the bilby meeting Bruce the Cetus (as a pup)! Highly recommend giving this wonderful artist a follow! ❤️🦈

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Jump in my askbox and just say “Hi” to my muse [Accepting] @chainsxwsmile​ said: Hi (for Jaskier) - Chainsxwsmile || verse: the Witcher

   At the end of the day, it truly was a bad idea going to the coast. Not only the weather was way too humid and the weather overall terrible, but now he has a very terrifying creature in front of him and no witcher nearby to save his ass. 

   “H-hi” he sputters, voice one octave higher than usual “It wasn’t my intention to disturb you, I’m terribly sorry, I’m just a wandering bard who is on his way to step as far away from the ocean as he can, now if you excuse me.” 

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@chainsxwsmile​ asked: take down —  forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . —(Chainsxwsmile: Cetus or Olog-hai, if you want to choose / if that’s okay!) (Bruce got spooked, oops) ➥ LOUD & DEAFENING SILENCE

     "UWAH—!"      No amount of magic could have protected him from the gigantic THING? that comes barreling out of nowhere. Whether or not Killian heard its presence doesn't matter; he couldn't react fast enough. Zentha, his recently hatched seeing-eye dragon, is currently in his parents' care for the day. 'Tis the perfect opportunity for life to literally throw something at him.      The half-elf falls right on his derriere, nearly hitting his head on the ground when he rolls back a bit. As far as he can tell though, he is fine. Just a sharp pain in his tailbone and dignity.      "What the...! What was that?"      He sits up and plants his fingertips on the dirt, feeling for the thing's presence. And if it's that big, uh, ROCK that wasn't there before, he is more than a little freaked out.

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Merry Christmas to everyone and especially @macrolago for the amazing gifts!

Have a happy, snuggly Cetus!Bruce and Perry!