Carnage is the nature of the beast.

"Your suffering excites me." * follows the tag thatorcatrash  Independent RP/ask blog and art blog for Idate/Orca/Syachi from Wadanohara/Under Ice Scream. This blog is NOT spoiler-free. Will probably also contain NSFW content.

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800 Followers!

Never did I ever think I’d get this many, especially since I’m more active on my other blogs.  Just, thank you all. Seriously. I love you guys.

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Indie Selective Ico from Poison Bugs.

Written by Melly.

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I replied to almost everything. I only have a couple of things I haven’t replied to.If I forgot something, please tell me. I’m not on here much so I might not have seen your thread.

I had a hard night last night, so I’m going to go relax for a while. I’ll be back later.

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Obsolete Garden Prologue

Finally got around to finishing my prologue for that comic I said I was going to make. The first panel will be shown,and the rest will be under a read more to cut down on the post length.

Hope you all enjoy. I put a lot of work into this.

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"ORCA MAN GO BACK HOME! THE POWER OF WADA COMPELLS YOU!" Small boop onto the orcas head by Memoca.

“Eh? What are you doing?? The orca felt a whack to his head and turned to see the small seagull, putting up her usual tough girl routine. “You’ve got quite a punch, but I would’t advise taking this further, or the power of your precious witch won’t be able to save you from the jaws of demise.”

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“I ain’t scared of ya, ya oversized fish!” OK maybe a little scared. The guy did tower over her, what with her 3 foot self and all. As an act of defiance, she wacks his shin one.

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It was quite amusing that this little one saw herself as a threat.  She must surely value herself far more than anyone else.

The orca seemed unaffected by her shin kick. It merely felt like a small contact and nothing more.  

 “The more you linger, the more I crave roast fowl.”

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     She’s going to do the mature thing and throw the box at his head. “Go replace this.”

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The orca dodged the wayward box.  “You have an impressive aim for someone so small.  You nearly hit me.”

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♠ my muse taking care of your muse when their sick

⚓ ; Sick? Sick? Orcas don’t get sick, no real sea animal does. But, there’s always a first, she assumes. Blinking at the much larger male, compared to her tiny stature, was rather strange for his habit, to finally succumb to her constant bickering of just to relax, not that she minded. It always gave her a chance to cook, which is something she rarely got to do at home. “ You know, Uncle, all that smoking isn’t really good for your health? “

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How had this happened? Was it from a magical attack that affected him more than he’d anticipated in battle?  Idate was usually impervious to such after effects. Perhaps he’d been running himself ragged leaving a path of carnage across the sea.  He could overdo it and often did.

 Whatever the case, the orca felt incredibly ill and unmotivated.  He was certain someone could dangle a defenseless shark in his midst and he’d turn it up.

 It was unlike him.

 Today, the orca simply remained bundled up, laying around as Nagi assisted him.  Usually, he’d protest such things, saying that he doesn’t need help and playing macho but he wasn’t even in the mood for that.

 He was getting free food out of it, so he supposed he shouldn’t complain.  He was just going to smoke his precious nicotine sticks in peace…Well, until she pointed out the never ending topic at hand.

 “But I enjoy it,” Idate took the cigarette from his mouth, blowing billows into the air. “Nothing wrong with indulging in your vices every once in a while.”

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    SHE CALLS HERSELF STUPID FOR WHAT SHE’S DOING. Rocma narrows her optics at the lone piece of ice that’s been given the label of ORCA DANGER ZONE, and she pulls out her claws. It’s absolutely embarassing even willingly walking foot out here if she doesn’t have some sad excuse to make up for it, and the polar bear lets out a tiresom sigh. She wants her hat back, yes. That’s what she came here for. Her ears twitch at the cold breeze, shoulders tensing up as Rocma makes her way to where Idate sits his sorry, lonely, piece of shit ass in. It reeks of absolute disgust, and she can never get used to the smell of cigarette. A low growl leaves her lips, and she folds her arms in disapproval at the man.

        “ MY HAT, ORCA. I want it back, right now. If not, you’ll surely be sorry. “

     She’s been in need of a punching bag lately, and she’s sure Idate would love to fill that position, as much as it grosses her out, it’s better than having a bad mood, more than usual. Shirogane and Sunosan have especially been PISSING HER OFF, alot more than before, whether it be their whiny, high-pitched voices that she loathes, or that cowardly wolf pulling off the most ridiculous shit, or the snowman begging for some yakiniku, in which she answers to go throw himself into a fire. 

     Fucking amateur hour, it’s like in this island– everyone here is just irritating and it’s like they don’t know how to take care of themselves. But that’s not right now, and she’s just furious that the killer whale even took her hat in the first place. It’s humilating to have her scar out in the open– she doesn’t like them to stick out. UGH.

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It was all a part of his little game.  After all, she was so unsuspecting when he’d done his nefarious deed of snatching her hat right off of her precious little head. Of course, the polar bear’s temper would lead her right into the place she least liked to be.

 He held his prized possession in his hands, clutching it like a precious treasure.  It was soft, something he could even feel through the fabric of his black gloves.  More importantly, it belonged to HER.  

 Just then, his attention was pulled from his silent victory to see an angry polar bear trudging towards him.  Ah, that look on her face was satisfying to see! How he loved to get under her skin.

 “Will I be sorry?” The orca threw his arms out and shrugged, teasingly dangling the precious garment from his claws.  “If you want it, you’ll have to pry it from my hands. In fact, I’d prefer that regardless.”

 Idate winked at her to add on good measure.  He was in the mood to play.

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Rocky Mount was once such a tranquil component to her sea’s stretch of archipelago.  Each knoll had been stainless, and though there were no plains for any passing creatures to frolic in (like some of the other populated isles), the land’s rigidly barren texture was pleasant and enjoyable to relax on all the same. 

Various gulls made pit stops on the island’s ledges, just so that they may stretch out their wings safely.  They enjoyed the land’s absence of predators, beside innocent Wadanohara who simply found delight in viewing the sunrise with such seemingly well-mannered birds.

“E…  Err…  Mr. Orca, can we talk?”

Maroon smear marks which littered the ground were distracting to her in the worst way.  The more she stepped into Idate’s quarters, the more a violently horrific odor lodged itself within her nostrils. 

If the disturbed reactions of gagging and choking were not considered as being acts of weakness, Wadanohara would have certainly done both by the time she reached her old… Acquaintance. 

“I hope I haven’t caught you at a bad time,” she said, voice slightly quavering.

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The sea had been calm since the Red Sea incident.  He had heard of such nefarious happenings, and he had also indirectly paved the way in the witch’s resistance.  However, Idate generally disregarded whatever afflictions it had caused on the sea kingdom.

 As long as it didn’t involve him directly, the nomadic orca would disregard all matters.  It was none of his business, nor did he care to make it his.

 The only thing that Idate held a commitment to was kicking ass and taking names, spreading the artistic glory of blood splatter across the ocean floor.  That was his true legacy, his marking trait and reputation as an apex predator.

 However, just because the orca didn’t care about the sea kingdom’s struggles with the Red Sea in the past, didn’t mean he wasn’t going to not take the opportunity to consume a few of its denizens.

 Now, he had found himself standing with that little witch. Vile plumes of smoke emitted from his underwater cigarette as he gazed upon the only one in the ocean who had been able to beat him in battle.

 “Talk?” Why in the hell did she want to talk to him? All things considering, she should have considered herself lucky when they met the first time.

 His characteristic grin graced his pale features. “I’ve just been strolling.  I can’t really say it’s a bad time…Well, unless you want to make it one.”

 It had been a while since he’d had a challenge, after all.

Ok so i finally got around to writing the start for doku and johan so here it is.and what way better to start it that having his ass kicked so hard he is flung right into the castle garden rite????

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He gasps, his heels dug into the shores sand as he raised his shotgun and ducked out of the way of a blast that would surely have killed him otherwise. His opponent blast another ray of light in his direction the beam larger than a train as it came towards him. He raises a hand and a thick wall of web forms in front of him taking most of the attack but blasting him back quite far into the ocean. He falls into the water, seemingly miles away from the land now and flails. He could not breathe like this.

He had no chance to figure out how he would get back to the surface when his opponent appeared before him, another blast that he barely dodged, blasting a hole into the ground below. He was not a horrible swimmer, and knowing this he made his escape using another wall of web to fling himself a good distance forward. it did not even occur to him to question the light ahead of him to the west. He had more important things on his mind like getting oxygen back into his lungs.

At least thats what he had been planning until another blast hits his side and sends him flying off.

When he inhales he panics knowing that he had breathed in the oceans water and was surely flooding his lungs. the feeling of water inside him organs never comes however. What he does feel however is his body slamming into hard stone and then falling down into something akin to a bush or plant. 

“Fuck!” He shouts as he lands and lies where he is, too hurt to even consider moving for a moment. He instead looks around.

He was no longer being chased at least. perhaps it thought it had killed him, whatever that was. He looks down at his torn and mangled self, clothes ripped and the water around him pink and red. 

That would be a lot more concerning if it were not for the fact that he could heal himself when the need came up.

Where was he? His eyes go to his surroundings. A garden.

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Finally answers this because I want to be more active here.

 It was a normal day at the castle.  Doku had been going about his normal activities, delivering paperwork and hanging out with the 7th Infantry.  The octopus had often paid visits to the princess as well, to see if she was alright and advise her when needed.

 However, today he was merely going to the Spiral Gardens to have a cup of tea.  It had been a long day, and putting up with Ketzel didn’t help matters either.

 Just as he stepped out, tea cup in hand and ready to enjoy the tranquility, something landed in front of him in the soft silt of the ocean floor.

 What kind of creature was this?  He appeared to have appendages like Sin’s, but he was an insect of sorts.  A spider, perhaps?  

 “Who are you?”

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The orca went on strolls often, those strolls were really the only thing that prevented him from becoming a toxic waste to the sea, he avoids partaking in anything addictive or – worse. Upon preventing needless addictions, it would often replenish him of any haunting thought that would dawn upon him. Nature, the sea, the places he would stop by to rest, the views, anything to take his mind off the past.

              His brother, was definitely not one of those things.

              Takama doesn’t know why he’s always moving in circles, no end to this routine. Always in his strolls would he find himself by the shorelines of the Iceberg Isle, the place harboring a sibling he wished he could leave in the past if it wasn’t for his constant concern. He stopped by here a couple hours ago, lamenting on the past he makes the foolish option to escape his mind and tour around the place. His tour lead him here, the Orca Danger Zone, that made him scoff. He entered, and he saw him, someone he was hoping to avoid on this peaceful day.

                           “Idate, I see you haven’t changed one bit.”

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Strolling through the sea and causing carnage was a way of life for the orca.  Idate never fancied staying in one play for too long, not unless there was something fun to terrorize, or something delicious to eat.  It was always bonus points if the location had both things.

 However, his favorite place to visit was Iceberg Isle. Oh, how the residents were always so happy to see him whenever he came.  The orca just HAD to keep coming back whenever he saw their bright, shining faces. He couldn’t help it.  Their pain and bloodshed was just as sweet of an addiction as his nicotine fix.

 When he climbed onto the ice, he saw a sight most uncommon – his dear brother.  A smile twisted across his pale face.

 “Takama, long time no see.”

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     ❛  OFFERING TO A PIECE of TRASH like YOU?!  yeah, right!  you fucking BEAT ME UP last time,  n’ i’m gonna MAKE YOU PAY FOR THAT!   ❜

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“It’s funny you spill such needless words.  You’re going to be the one looking like trash, and I’ll be sure to force feed you those words…Well, providing I haven’t kicked your teeth down your throat instead.  You must be a special kind of stupid to think you can win against me this time, considering you failed utterly the last.

 That’s just like sharks, isn’t it?  They never learn their lesson.”

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No shhh, do not be nervous.  I am happy to be back, dear.

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Do you think Idate would harm other orcas?

Killer whales establish dominance and communicate their social order by slapping their tails against the water, head butts, snapping jaws, biting, and scratching with teeth. Pods tend to stay away from other transient pods I highly doubt such fights would ever lead to mortal harm, especially in an Orca pod or clan.  I think Idate probably rough houses them at the very least.  He might if he’s provoked by them but this is according to this tidbit of research.

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"ORCA MAN GO BACK HOME! THE POWER OF WADA COMPELLS YOU!" Small boop onto the orcas head by Memoca.

“Eh? What are you doing?? The orca felt a whack to his head and turned to see the small seagull, putting up her usual tough girl routine. “You’ve got quite a punch, but I would’t advise taking this further, or the power of your precious witch won’t be able to save you from the jaws of demise.”

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((crabwalks over really quickly bc yaaay I finally caught you onliiiine))

((Yes -pets your face- I am finally on this account.  Going to reply to our threads, too.))

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blinks @ orca. mister orca so tall................

“I’ve got to tower above the competition, after all.  No one would take me seriously if they had to look down on me all of the time.”