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For those that still come to my profile and look through my posts and want more, my account has been moved.

I can only access this account through my chromebook, and I am mainly on my phone.

My new account is @puddles-posts, where I'll be posting a lot more.

Bye bye

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"We do not like Landwalkers. All they do is bring pain and destruction," —Melite, The Trench.

Here's a short comic with characters from my book-in-progress, The Trench. The characters are...

Cliö, the tiger shark oceanid.

Melite, the orca oceanid.

Corey, our lovely main character.

Unnamed dead oceanid, will later be explained, you'll see what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

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"Mother, what are those?" The young sharkling pointed towards drifts of garbage. The filthy pollution.

"Filth, waste from the landwalkers," the elder shark said.

"What are landwalkers?" The younger asked.

"They are like us, but they cannot breath in water. They breath air, and have no tail," her mother replied. "They, however, create things that do not need to breath, to harm us."

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This ancient shark with a snake head and 300 teeth is why we should just say nope to the ocean

By Cleve R. Wootson Jr. 

November 12, 2017 at 1:22 PM EST

It has been a good few millennia, sure, but our love affair may have been a little rushed. After all, what do we really know about the ocean? Roughly 95 percent of it remains unexplored, and it seems as if every other day we’re finding out something new and unsettling.

In this photo released by Awashima Marine Park, a 1.6-meter-long frilled shark swims in a tank after being found by a fisherman in a bay at

Numazu, Japan, in 2007. This shark usually lives in waters of a depth of 600 meters. Its body shape and the number of gills are similar to

fossils of sharks that lived 350 million years ago. Photo from Awashima Marine Park/Getty Images

Maybe it’s time we Homo sapiens reevaluated our relationship with the oceans of the world.

Old emotions can die hard. So for the unconvinced holdouts, here's a little push:

That sea-dwelling, serpentine conglomeration of nightmare fuel is the frilled shark, one of the oldest — and in the running for the creepiest — living species on the planet.

Its prehistoric contemporaries, such as Tyrannosaurus rex and triceratops, died out long ago, but the frilled shark is still swimming around deep below the surface of the world’s oceans, scientists say.

They know that because of an accident that sounds vaguely like the plot of a straight-to-video horror movie. Some European Union scientists were trawling the depths of the Atlantic Ocean this month, trying to figure out a way to “minimize unwanted catches in commercial fishing,” according to the BBC.

Instead, they ended up capturing one of the rarest and most ancient creatures on the planet, one that may have inspired 19th-century tales of “sea serpents.”

What those sailors didn’t know was that the frilled shark has looked pretty much the same since the breakup of Pangea. Mainly, that look is horrifying.

The largest can grow six feet long. The shark is named after its gills, which have frilly, fluffy edges, but the cuddly factor ends abruptly there.

Australian scientists went looking for deep sea creatures and pulled up your nightmares instead

Inside its short-snouted head are 300 more reasons to never go farther than the beach: hundreds of needle-sharp teeth, neatly lined in 25 rows.

It uses quick lunges to sink those teeth into other sharks, fish, octopuses and squid.

Humans know very little about the frilled shark because it lives deep in the ocean, off the coasts of Japan, New Zealand and Australia.

In its 80 million years on the planet, it has rarely come into contact with humans or been seen or filmed in its natural habitat. Those clearly freaked-out 19th-century sailors were the first to write about it.

The frilled fish has a remarkably simple anatomy, probably because of a lack of nutrients in its aquatic environment. But there’s no definitive answer about why it outlived its Cretaceous contemporaries.

I love sharks, lmao.

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Disappointed Seraphim Comic [completed]

"It has begun."

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I'm cringing at this art style, why old me???

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Aggressively playing the Ice Age theme song

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♡ Beautiful Rhodey ♡

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WELCOME TO THE MARVEL FANDOM SCRAMBLE!

This fest is designed to offer a bit of light and levity during this crazy time. Many people have expressed interest in taking part so we’ve decided to take the leap and get this thing off the ground!

What is the Marvel Fandom Scramble?

MFS is a fest unlike anything you have participated in before - where what you create is determined by a random scramble! We’re basically going to throw every participant’s TWO favorite characters and ONE favorite trope into a hat, scramble them all up, and give participants’ their assignments based on random drawing!

How It Works:

 1. Sign up! Click the link to sign up and follow the directions at the top of the doc!

2. Join the Discord! Once you’ve signed up, you will receive an email with a link to our Discord server. Join that as soon as possible, as that will be where the live scramble and assignment reveal will be held! It will also be a great place for you to communicate with other creators during the fest.

3. Follow the MFS Tumblr for updates and share this post to get the word out! The more participants we have, the more fun we can have!

4. Posting will take place in late May!

Tumblr Tag: MFS2020

AO3 Collection: MarvelFandomScramble

Rules for Writers:

1. All fics must be at least 500 words. There is no word limit.

2. All fics must have a beta reader. It doesn’t have to be another participant; it can be anybody you are comfortable with, but it needs to have a second set of eyes on it before posting.

3. All explicit works must be tagged as such and kept to the #nsfw-writing-chat on Discord.

Rules for Artists:

1. All explicit artwork must be tagged as such and kept to the #nsfw-artwork-chat.

2. Accepted art forms include*:

   - traditional/digital art

   - mood boards and photo sets

   - podfic or other audio

*if you would like to participate as an artist, but do not see your preferred category listed above, please contact the mods ([email protected])

Before you sign up, make sure to reblog this sign-up post and include any fandom or ship-specific tags. Sign-ups will go through the end of next week, so go ahead and sign up as soon as possible! We look forward to seeing what crazy, fun, and whimsical new creations our participants will come up with!

-The Mods (Mags and Zompyre)

Tags:

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Name: Bergljót

Age: (undecided)

Planet: Asgard

Occupation: Goddess of Safety and Comfort

Role: Protector of the innocent and the weak.

Summary: Bergljót was born into the world of godhood, and was given the title, "Goddess of Safety and Comfort". She takes her role seriously, and for thousands of years did her job.

Summary:

Hair Color: brunette

Eye Color: blue

Skintone: pale caucasian

Individuality:

- Flaws: Has anger issues, can be rash.

- Graces: She's devoted to protecting children, in reality and in the dream world. She's soft.

- Quirks: she has the magical ability to change appearances (MCU Loki for example)

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Name: Bergljót

Age: (undecided)

Planet: Asgard

Occupation: Goddess of Safety and Comfort

Role: Protector of the innocent and the weak.

Summary: Bergljót was born into the world of godhood, and was given the title, "Goddess of Safety and Comfort". She takes her role seriously, and for thousands of years did her job.

Summary:

Hair Color: brunette

Eye Color: blue

Skintone: pale caucasian

Individuality:

- Flaws: Has anger issues, can be rash.

- Graces: She's devoted to protecting children, in reality and in the dream world. She's soft.

- Quirks: she has the magical ability to change appearances (MCU Loki for example)

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Character Template: Chemical

Name: Chemical

Age: 31.600.000 years old.

City: Jasper, Nevada. United States.

Occupation: Pronn/Autobot

Creature: Pulluxian

Height: 12.5 ft

Summary:

Family:

- (sire) Actinic

- (carrier) Ragtime

- (sister) Radiowave

- (brother) Frequency

Primary Color: Daffodil Yellow

Secondary Color: Fire Orange

Optic Color: Golden

Weapons:  

- Dagger(s)

- Flametorch

- Clawed Digits

- Arm-blades (tfp Arcee for example)

Individuality:

- Flaws: very impulsive, easily angered (she eventually learns how to control it), tends to stick to being independent.

- Graces: can work with a team, strong loyalty, is a strategist.

- Quirks: her fighting abilities are underestimated due to her height, quick thinking.

Transformation Modes:

- bi-pedal

- alt-mode; Jeep Wrangler

- beast-mode; hyena

Catchphrase:

"Oh sweet fucking baby Primus," — Chemical, being the bitch she is.

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"though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no corona." —the dumbass that owns this account.

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Things Change cover!

Story will be posted on here, wattpad and Ao3, be welcomed to check it out.

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"My armies will aid me in claiming my throne." —the Dark Mistress.

Fangblade, one of Pullux's few foreseer's, receives a vision of a new danger to Pullux. As soon as he can, he informs the Queen of Pullux of a coming danger, not knowing the casualties that will come soon.

This is in book five of the Pronn Project.

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Here's the YouTube video!

https://youtu.be/JVAA3eKJ_QA

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"My armies will aid me in claiming my throne." —the Dark Mistress.

Fangblade, one of Pullux's few foreseer's, receives a vision of a new danger to Pullux. As soon as he can, he informs the Queen of Pullux of a coming danger, not knowing the casualties that will come soon.

This is in book five of the Pronn Project.

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Meet Wideye:

Wideye is an old transformers prime oc I made back in 2018. She starts off her story (from what I remember) as good friends with Orion Pax, and meets Megatronus through him. Eventually, Megatronus wants to court Wideye.

Time goes by, and Wideye follows the mech she loves into the Decepticon ranks, and becomes his first SIC. Pass by around a decade or so, Wideye finally sees what her love has blinded her from. Wideye then makes the decision to defect, deactivating her comms and tracker.

Wideye travels to Iacon in search of her old friend, Orion pax, or Optimus Prime. She requests he is the one to offline her for her crimes, but he objects to that. He offers her a place in the Autobots Iacon base as a Neutral.

Eventually Wideye becomes an Autobot, and earns the rank of Captain.

The story of her I recovered:

One; The Beginning

“I regret many things in the world. That I followed love blindly, that I was too late to see what the war was doing to my home. We all can be scared and angry, but I blocked everything out. I watched so many of the mechs and femmes I cared about disappeared because of war. I had to leave the ones I loved so much.”

A Bias Seeker was lingering around the Autobot city, Iacon. Their posture was slouchy, very unlike any other seekers. Seekers were prideful ‘bots, sucking in any praise they’re given. The surrounding area was dark giving cover to the seeker. Their optics seemed to be searching for something.

“A signal is coming from over there,” A voice spoke in the distance. By now the seeker was heading straight for them, not caring about whatever happened to them. They came into view of the patrol, immediately being called after.

“You there! Halt!” 

They reached the seeker who didn’t move from where their peds were planted into the metal ground. Their gaze hard as they looked at the mech who had been on patrol. Three mechs. One they could identify as Prowl: Autobot SIC.

“Lieutenant Wideye? What are you doing on Autobot territory?” Prowl questioned.

“I’ve come to talk to Optimus,” Wideye admitted. “I give you permission to use any precaution needed.”

The two mechs behind Prowl looked at each other with uncertainty. Who wouldn’t? The Decepticon SIC giving themselves up without a fight.

“I chose to give myself up then. I was disappointed in too much to care what happened to me, even if death became the solution.”

“Come on. Warpath, contact Optimus and notify him of a visitor,” Prowl said. Wideye had a pair of restraints placed around her wrist guarding, and her weapon’s disabled. She walked between the three of them, completely silent.

“What are you planning, ‘Con? To give away our bases location?” the mech in the far back accused. Wideye inhaled.

“I’ve defected. All records and my tracker have been disabled or erased,” Wideye stated blandly.

“Like we’ll believe that,” Wideye turned around, glaring at the mech.

“I surrendered myself peacefully, I only want to talk with Optimus. After, he can decide my fate. I also suggest you learn to watch your mouth, mech. Someday it may just offline you,” Wideye turned back around and followed after Prowl again. Her wings hanging from the amount of sadness she was going through. Her optics stayed cast to the ground, her dermas curled in a frown.  

“We’re almost there,” Prowl muttered over his shoulder. The site of the large builds started to bring dread into her spark but she quickly stomped it down. She needed to speak with Optimus. There would be no better time before the mech she once courted with comes looking for her. 

“Come on, this way” they continued to walk for another half cycle, coming to a building that didn’t seem like much.

“I still don’t like that we are bringing the ‘Cons SIC into our base,” the mech behind Wideye said.

“I’ve already told you, I have defected! Can you get that through your thick processor?” Wideye hissed.

“I will have Ratchet check her over for any tracker,” Prowl said to the mech behind her.

“Do as you must, I don’t care,” she muttered.

The walk inside the base was long. Many of the mechs and femmes there cast looks to her, yet she didn’t care. Her optics were trained ahead of her, past Prowl. The medbay was coming up along the hall; their first destination.

“Place a report to Teletrann-1, I’ll deal with Wideye,” Prowl commanded. Warpath and the other red mech disappeared, leaving just her and Prowl outside the medbay.

“Let’s go,” he led her past the medbay leaving her confused. “I don’t need a medic to scan for a tracker, Lieutenant.”

“Please, do not call me by that rank. I want nothing to do with it,” Wideye said. The two continued down the hall until they came to an office.

“Optimus should be inside,” she inhaled as Prowl opened the sliding door. Inside, Wideye saw the mech she had also grown up with. Both living in Iacon and working with Alpha Trion.

“Orion,” She spoke up. The red and blue mech looked up and looked to be surprised. “Wideye?” 

“Yes, Orion. I came to talk with you,” she murmured.

“Disengage her restraints,” Optimus said, looking at Prowl. The cuffs around her wrists fell off with a click. “Your dismissed, Prowl.”

The white armored mech nodded and left, to door sliding shut behind him. Optimus gestured to a seat in front of his desk, which she slowly sat in. The silence was the owner of the office, it was almost suffocating.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“What for, Wideye?” Optimus asked.

“I followed Megatronus blindly, I didn’t see the ambition get to him. He’s changed. He’s not the mech I loved so much. I chose to follow him, now I will accept any punishment you deem necessary,” Wideye said, letting out her spark. Tears had started to brim her optics as she wallowed in her own pitty.

“There will be no punishment. You may stay here as a neutral, however, I cannot promise you’ll be treated fairly,” Optimus said.

“Thank you, Orion” Wideye murmured.

“I’ll have our medic’s fully remove you insignia,” he added.

“Optimus Prime. A wonderful friend. Even when I left him to follow the mech I loved. He showed me mercy, not a very common thing in a brutal war.”

Optimus walked with Wideye through the halls in comfortable silence. Her seeker wings flicked every now and then. Many strange looks were cast at her as she walked beside Optimus. Coming into the medbay, Wideye’s optics were caught by one mech in the medbay.

“Ratchet?” The mech turned from his work and saw the femme beside Optimus. His optics wide with surprise.

“Wideye?” he murmured.

“Hello, Ratchet,” Wideye said.

“What are you doing here?” Ratchet questioned.

“I came to talk with Optimus, I told him I have no place in this war anymore. From what he said no punishment will be done,” Wideye said. Ratchet picked up on the disappointment in her tone and in her dull violet optics.

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My baby Thunder

Thunder is Chemical's minibot, and in a way, her adoptive son.