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@sharkouttawater

Glassy eyes opened, then blinked, two pairs of eyelids closing criss-cross over each other. Stash’s gills heaved with effort, trying to force a current in the shallow water he was lying in. Without a host, he was completely dependent on his own biology. That storm last night really thrashed him. Had he been with his previous guide, he might’ve made it safely. Unfortunately, feral great whites don’t make for the most accommodating partners. He raised a webbed hand and ran it over the slat membrane on his abdomen. No damage there. Slowly, he tried to push himself up on his elbows as much as he could to see down his body. Once his gills were above water, he gurgled and flopped back. His arms moved back to his sides, treading the water with artificial waves so he could breathe. The good news was, he was in one piece. The bad news? Without a host, help, or a rising tide, he was stuck here. Exhausted. Hungry. Pained. He considered his other options in the quiet of this dark, moist place.

Ryland was out, exploring the cove that had long been forbidden after the disappearance of Beau’s tribe. He had finished eating lunch and his job for the day, so exploration was a reward. Though, technically.. looking around this area could be considered more work as it had a purpose. To figure out on his own what happened to this place. The Leaders were trusted, but Ryland didn’t trust them enough to not assume them to make false stories about what happened there. Villa had slipped up once and told him they heard ghostly voices there which only further provoked his curiosity. Though he’s been up and down this cove over and over, he didn’t let the repetition condition him into believing nothing new would happen. It all paid off, seeing something a mile or so out. Oh, no, was that a washed up Havere? Ryland’s paws make quick work of the distance, closing in with a sprint before stopping as he realizes- “That’s not a Havere...”

He noticed movement, signaling whatever it was, it was alive. Alive but possibly barely kicking. Could it have something to do... with Beau? The shape he vaguely recognized. Almost...human, but not quite. No ‘legs’ that they seemed to have. Ryland swallows, putting a hand on his bag as if he was going to swing it at the creature and approaches slowly. “Hey, you alright?” He’s three feet away, reaching a hand forward carefully. Wouldn’t want to spook the thing...

#[We work together as one] (First meeting)#[Believe it or not] (Canon verse)#[Exploration? That's my middle name] (RP)#only one thingtoday. still tired n kept busy #aLSO IM LOV MERM STASH WTF???

Hey! I started my new job and activity should be resuming possibly tomorrow. Thank you so much for being patient.

#you kidding me? (ooc)

Activity is gonna be spotty at best.

#irl problems going on and i jus cant get the muse while its happening #i apologize for those waiting for starters and replies but irl first #ooc

Got some starters half- done, I’ll be probably queing them tomorrow after work ! responses also following.

#[You kidding me?] (OOC)#thanks for being patient !!

He’s real tired of people trying to touch his massive tail in public. Strangers, no less.

#ic #been busy lately with some uncertainties so have a ryland #[Six shots in my mocha please] (modern verse)#[Believe it or not] (Canon verse)

sharkouttawater

hey hey if you’d like a starter n we haven’t interacted go ahead n like this post! M capping at 2-3

sharkouttawater

I’ll be open to people who I have threads with already too !

#starter call #👌#ill stop self reblogging after this

Ryland really likes having his head patted or rubbed. Bonus points if it's around where the base/middle of where the head spike/crest is. Loves that shit.

#it says right here... (headcanon)#its hot as fuck guys im dying

“Shit, what if there’s a volcano and none of us know about it. How can you all eat and swim at a time like this!?” He’s scaring himself it seems.

#ic #open

fyeahrpmemes-blog

The 9th icon in your folder is your muse's "I fucked up" face

sharkouttawater

the-fish-tank:

#it was a nsfw icon so i jus... shifts 1 icon afterward LMAO #not that this is much betteR HES JUS #''man im an idiot haha''#meme #reblog

rp-meme-central

Hiding sentence starters

1. “You don’t have to hide from me. I won’t hurt you.”

2. “This is actually a good hiding place. I didn’t know you could even fit in there.”

3. “Why are we hiding?”

4. “Why are you hiding?”

5. “They’re hiding. You scared them.”

6. “______? You can come out of hiding now. It’s safe.”

7. “They’re hiding. I scared them.”

8. “_______? Are you hiding? Please come out. You’re scaring me.”

9. “There aren’t a lot of good places to hide, I’m afraid.”

10. “Wow, you’re really good at hiding.”

11. “Are you good at hiding?”

12. “I’m not really good at hiding.”

13. “Are you sure this is a good hiding spot?”

14. “______ is hiding, and I can’t find them!”

15. “I want you to find somewhere to hide, and don’t come out until I tell you to.”

16. “You want me to hide? Why?”

17. “Where could they be? There are tons of hiding places in this _______. They could be anywhere!”

18. “You’re so small, it’ll be easy for you to find a hiding place.”

19. “No offense, but you’re huge. Where are you going to hide?”

20. “I’m huge. Where am I supposed to hide?”

21. “You need to find another hiding place, ______. You’re getting predicable.”

22. “How long do we have to hide?”

23. “I thought I told you to hide.”

24. “I know I was supposed to hide, but it’s been an hour, and I got hungry.”

25. “The game is over, ______! I give up! You can stop hiding now!”

#meme of the day #meme starters

r4gn0r0k:

Hearing this… Fellow…? sound as nervous as Matt felt left the twenty-one year old feeling a bit relieved. It made him feel almost safe in the creature’s presence. After all, if he was hostile… He wouldn’t have had such a scared reaction. Slowly pulling his hand away from the gun strapped to him, Matt held out his hands in a way that said he wasn’t planning to attack.

“Same here.” He shouted, slowly drawing closer so they didn’t have to yell to have a conversation. That was no way to talk to a potential new friend, after all.

Listening to his words, Matt couldn’t help but give a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of his head in an awkward manner. He wasn’t used to dealing with the aftermath of their time travel escapades, after all… Not to mention– they usually didn’t come in this hard when they landed in a new time.

“I– Ah… It’s a long story, to be honest.” He muttered, unsure how to explain the whole time travel thing to someone… Especially someone they met during said time travel.

“Let’s just say we’re a group of travelers who have lost our home… We’re… Exploring, to put it simply.” Because saying they were literally just playing around and hopping to different times and places just sounded crazy.

“I-If you’re hurt, though… I-I’m sure we have something on the ship to help you out.”

Seeing Matt pull their hand away from their weapon and come closer felt a little better... just a little. He was still cautious as hell, though. It almost felt like his emotions were playing tug of war on if he should be excited about something new or absolutely horrified. Though he was worried, something made his ears perk up. Something that only made the connection to what happened to the seventh tribe feel stronger. "You travel... in that." He lifts a hand, pointing towards the ship. "Exploring by just popping into existence?" It sounded crazy to him, but... at this point, he had no right of questioning what could be crazy. Here was someone who came out of- shoved out of a giant... ship, claiming they were just traveling cause they were lost. "I'm not hurt- I'm fine," And even if he was, this was more important. This was probably a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet people who could just vanish. "Hey, uh, do you know someone named Beau? I mean-" Maybe not if this person seemed so concerned or cautious around Ryland. Beau, the leader of the seventh tribe, was comparably more creepy by some people's terms. Glass eyes and tentacle-like clusters that were her gills. "She uh... I'd love to see the ship if you were still offering, even if I'm not all that harmed." Be formal, be calm. Be strong, Ryland.

"My name's Ryland, by the way."

#[Believe it or not] (Canon verse)#[Exploration? That's my middle name] (RP)

skateboardingrobot:

Switch’s head tucked into his body a little more every time Ryland emphasized a word until it was enough to cover his mouth. Oh yeah this guy was PISSED. “I uh.. It was an accident?” He didn’t know if this towering dude would accept that at all, it didn’t seem like it. He usually knew how to ‘negotiate’ with smaller adversaries but He really didn’t want to have to fight someone larger than him.

Switch scratched the back of his head. “Uh yeah, funny thing about that. I can’t… really pay for that. I’m flat broke…Why don’t you ask these guys! They have way more money than I do!” Switch attempted to back up and blend back in with the working bots, but they shoved him and didn’t let him leave. “Why you do a brother like that?” He muttered under his breath at them. “Look, I’m really sorry about your window, dude. Maybe I can help you board it up?” he took a big risk and stuck out his hand for Ryland to shake. He tried his best to make it look like he wasn’t tense and afraid. “The name is-” He paused for a millisecond longer than a normal person would have “-Chad. What’s your name… handsome shark dude?” He’d never seen a shark man before. In any other circumstance this would’ve been cool as hell but seeing that he was on the end of his anger.. not so much.

"Accident or not, there's glass all over my studio!" How absolutely irritating. Was he dealing with a grown adult or some kind of child caught in an act? He honestly couldn't tell right now... but it felt odd. As if this person had never done this kind of interrogation before. Either they always got away with this or they didn't anticipate someone confronting them with such an aggressive tone. Ryland adjusts his grip on the board's trucks, consciously having to remind himself to relax his hand to not cause injury to himself.

He watches with his eyes, following Switch as they tried to blend back in with the other bots before he got shoved back out. A heavy sigh escapes Ryland, rubbing the top of his snout in irritation similarly to how one would pinch the bridge of their nose. "Yeah, like I'd want to put holes in my window frame too... break the whole wall while we're at it." The shark's pained look softens when Switch extends a hand and gives their name. The pause was brushed off, him blaming it on the possibility that this robot was obviously bugged or broken. Throwing skateboards, not working, rejected from the majority of the other bots who may or may not have had anything to do with this. Wait- back up... handsome? Was this thing really trying to smooth talk? Ryland... shakes switch’s hand quickly, more to just get it out of the way. "Just call me Ryland. And I'm- I'm not a shark." Ugh, maybe he should give up on defending his species. He's had to deal with this shark business for weeks now. "...Never mind, a shark is probably close enough. Here, Chad, I don't really have time to go out and buy myself a new window, so you're going to clean up what you did. I've got a broom and some thumb tacks. After? I'll hand your board back. Deal?" At least he sounded like he was...slowly calming down. There was still that tone of irritation- like a babysitter dealing with a troublemaker, but it was less aggressive.

#[Six shots in my mocha please] (modern verse)#[Exploration? That's my middle name] (RP)

The 'dog like' lower half on Havere end in paws equipped with claws and paw beans for grip on slippery rocks!

Ryland's beans are black!

#it says right here... (headcanon)#this began as a shit post and became canon