sea anenome


Eaglais an Fhiosaich by Impact Imagz
Via Flickr:
The remains of an old chapel built to serve those villagers of Ness who spent their summers out on the moor tending sheep and cattle.

Late late Day 1 of the #mermay challengr by @tombancroft1
seriously have you seen clownfish roll around in their sea anenomes? It’s the cutest, and they do seem ‘joyeus’. Not super pleased with the colors yet, and got wrapped up in work so day two will be late toooooo (trying to be a professional is hard haha, but at least I was calculating my own paycheck rather than taxes this time)

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For a moment he was still inside her, turgid there and quivering. Then as he began to move, in the sudden helpless orgasm, there awoke in her new strange thrills rippling inside her. Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite and melting her all molten inside. It was like bells rippling up and up to a culmination. She lay unconscious of the wild little cries she uttered at the last. But it was over too soon, too soon, and she could no longer force her own conclusion with her own activity. This was different, different. She could do nothing. She could no longer harden and grip for her own satisfaction upon him. She could only wait, wait and moan in spirit and she felt him withdrawing, withdrawing and contracting, coming to the terrible moment when he would slip out of her and be gone. Whilst all her womb was open and soft, and softly clamouring, like a sea anenome under the tide, clamouring for him to come in again and make fulfillment for her. She clung to him unconscious in passion, and he never quite slipped from her, and she felt the soft bud of him within her stirring, and strange rhythms flushing up into her with a strange rhythmic growing motion, swelling and swelling til it filled all her cleaving consciousness, and then began again the unspeakable motion that was not really motion, but pure deepening whirlpools of sensation swirling deeper and deeper through all her tissue and consciousness, til she was one perfect concentric fluid of feeling, and she lay there crying in unconscious inarticulate cries.

These guys are the Chirpy Chips. With their sea anenome lead singer and a sparkling electronic sound, this unique four-piece has been setting the Inkopolis Top 40 on fire! Take a listen to their latest single, Shellfie, which is also the background music you’ll be hearing during battles now!

Requested by psyoi-art

Froslass is a jellyfish! Or related to one anyways. Birds may have hollow bones, but there’s an entire phylum of animals that have hollow bodies – called Cnidaria. According to the pokédex, Froslass fits in this category. 

Sea anenomes, hydra, and jellyfish are some of the animals that fall in the cnidarian phylum in our world. Here’s how they work: They have two main layers of cells, which sandwich a jelly-like substance in the middle, occasionally with some muscles or sensory organs. They do not have brains, hearts, kidneys, or any complex organs. They breath, eat, and defecate through one hole, and everything else (gas, nutrients) they just sort of absorb through their membrane. That doesn’t mean they’re limited to microscopic food, though. Many cnidarians will sting and subdue their prey with their harpoon-like tentacles.

Froslass is obviously a little more complex than a jellyfish: if nothing else, it still has eyes. But, if it is a cnidarian, there’s a few things we can learn about Froslass. The first is that it’s an invertebrate, meaning it does not have a skeleton (specifically, a backbone). They can still move fine, through jet propulsion, inch-worm like steps, creeping like snails, or even doing somersaults. Just imagine Froslass as a jellyfish in the cold air of tall mountains, floating along hauntingly but also rather beautifully.

The second, more amazing property that cnidarians have is the ability to regenerate. Like lizards that grow new limbs or starfish that can completely regrow itself from a detached arm. We know Gastrodon can do this, but Froslass probably can too! Even stranger, some jellyfish can actually reverse their aging process. After they grow old, they will start growing young again, and then start growing old again in a cycle of practical immortality. Froslass is a ghost type for a reason – cnidarians are pretty spooky.

Frosslass has a hollow body, meaning it is an invertebrate like the cnidarian phylum in our world. Cnidarians have no brains or organs, but are very interesting animals which have the ability to regenerate.

It makes sense that the frozen Froslass can survive in such harsh temperatures. As such simple organisms, cnidarians are resilient. They have no brains or hearts or organs which are sensitive but vital to survival. Cnidarians just sort of are.

You see, the funk is a living creature. It’s about the size of a medicine ball, but covered in teats. Came from another planet. Landed on Bootsy Collins’ house. Back then Bootsy was just a simple farmer, but he took one look at all those moldy titties and lost his mind. He began to milk the funk. Made himself a funk shake. He began to feel fizzy inside. He found he could see around corners. Suddenly, he passed out. But when he came to, baby, he was slappin’ a bass guitar fast and loose like some sort of delirious funky priest. Two months later, he was world famous with his band Parliament, and everybody wanted a piece of the funk. Rick Wakeman, even the Bee Gees. One day, Parliament were traveling on the mothership, foolin’ around with the funk, when George Clinton, kicked the funk clean overboard. And that was July the 2nd, 1979, “the day the funk died”… Two weeks later, I found the funk, in bed with a conga eel. At first I thought it was a sea anenome, but under closer inspection I realized it was a funky ball of tits from outer space. I offered to take him back to Parliament, but he said he was done with dat shit, and that they never listened to him anyway, and were only interested in his funky bra juice.
—  Old Gregg