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[skunkes]

ccan anyone hear me

[frogonamelon]

[zepskies]

Get Stuffed

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Latina!Reader

Summary: Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Dean’s biggest quirks.

AN: This was requested by my lovely friend @iprobablyshipit91: Sam making the usual digs at Dean about his diet, and how much he eats, and the reader pulling him aside and telling him to back off as he doesn’t realize how much Dean went hungry as a kid to make sure Sam was fed.

Word Count: 1,800 Tags/Warnings: Fluff, innuendo, tinge of angst

**This story can be read as stand-alone, but you can also check out the full masterlist of one-shots below. ⤵️

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“Aw, hell yeah,” Dean mutters. He rubs his hands together and surveys the immovable feast that’s about to get shoveled into his mouth.

This Christmas marks roughly your first year living with the brothers Winchester in the bunker, and a few months after your first anniversary with Dean.

He’s made it very clear that he enjoys your cooking, especially of Cuban food. So you’ve gone all out for Christmas: white rice and your grandmother’s recipe for black beans, boiled yuca with plenty of garlic, bread drizzled with more garlic and olive oil, and Dean’s favorite…

“What’s this part of the pig called again?” he asks. And he uses a large fork to spear into the mountain of roasted meat that you’ve already cut and piled onto a platter.

You come in from the kitchen with the bread in hand, placing it on the dinner table. You sidle up behind him, where he's seated.

“The shoulder,” you say, squeezing both of Dean’s. He hums in interest as you press a kiss to the side of his head. “It’s called pernil. Marinated with garlic, mojo, bunch of good stuff.”

He predictably steals a juicy piece of meat, plopping it into his mouth. He grins while he chews and makes a happy sound.

“Ohoho, yeah.”

You share an amused look with Sam, who sits beside his brother. By the time you’ve found your seat on Dean’s other side, he’s already serving you and Sam the same hefty portions he serves himself.

You know for a fact you’re only going to eat about half of your plate. Sam manages to polish his off. Dean does as well…and serves himself twice more before you break out the dessert.

“Please tell me that’s a flan,” Dean says, drumming his fingers on the table.

“How the hell are you still hungry?” Sam asks.

The look on his face says he’s half entertained, half disgusted. Dean is still sucking on the crispy skin on a piece of pork. He licks the juices off his fingers.

“Have I taught you nothing?” he says. “There’s always room for dessert.”

He tosses you a wink, followed closely by a suggestive smirk. You glance at him with a smile as you set down the metal pan.

“It is a flan,” you affirm. “I tried my hand at coconut this time.”

“Ooh, tropical,” Dean says, waggling greasy fingers. He wipes them on a napkin before he reaches for the pie cutter, which is usually reserved for his favorite dessert. Although, flan is rapidly becoming his second go-to. The rich custardy goodness is calling to him like a siren song.

“How can I get you to make this more often?” Dean mutters while carving out a generous slice.

Your lips curve. You rest your chin on your hand and lean towards him, earning his gaze. “If I made it all the time, you wouldn’t savor it, now would you?”

Dean smirks. His gaze lowers to your lips, like he’s contemplating some persuasive maneuvers.

“You’d also be 300 pounds,” Sam remarks, taking a sip of his beer.

You eye Sam with a frown. But Dean just laughs it off and cuts his little brother a slice.

By the end of the meal, all three of you are stuffed. Dean groans and leans back in his seat. A gurgle mounts audibly from his stomach.

“Jesus. Are you erupting?” Sam says.

Dean holds up a finger. “Wait for it.”

You give your boyfriend a bemused look. You know exactly what’s about to happen. As does Sam, who’s grimacing.

A few seconds later, Dean does erupt, with a truly legendary belch.

“Nice,” you say wryly. Dean squeezes your soft, thick thigh and backs his chair away from the table.

“Well, since I roasted the pig and you did the rest, I’d say it’s Sammy’s turn on cleaning duty,” he says.

“Thanks,” Sam says, with a wan smile. Yours is more jovial, even as Dean’s hand toys with a curl of your hair after he stands.

“I’m gonna shower off the meat sweats,” he says.

You giggle, but you nod. “You do that. I’ll help Sam a bit, put away the food at least.”

Your smile becomes more genuine when Dean drops a kiss on your forehead from above.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says. His voice is a quiet, deep rumble washing over you. You know what he’s thanking you for: good food, and a small, but warm Christmas.

You reach up and give his cheek a tender touch, before he withdraws and makes his way to the bedroom he shares with you. It leaves you and Sam to collect what’s on the table and bring it all into the kitchen. While Sam does the dishes, you start to put away the leftovers.

Something has been nagging at you all night, though you’ve tried to stamp it down time and time again. You don’t know if it's your place to say something. Especially if Dean doesn’t seem bothered…but it bothers you. And you’ve never been one to hold your tongue.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” you begin, even as a small bit of trepidation niggles inside you.

Sam looks over at you. He’s quick to catch the serious note in your demeanor.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he replies. You okay? his eyes also ask.

“Why do you get on Dean so much for enjoying his food?” you ask.

Sam blinks. Then he scoffs a little. “There’s enjoying, and then there’s gluttony.”

“He’s not that bad,” you argue.

“He ate half his weight in pig,” Sam says. You can’t exactly deny that, but you cross your arms and turn to him, leaning your hip against the counter.

“So? It’s Christmas. Let him be happy,” you retort.

Sam levels you with pinched brows. “He’s not in his 20s anymore. All that crap he eats is going to catch up to him someday.”

“What, you expect him to down some kale smoothies?” you reply, giving a pointed brow raise and a teasing smile. “Get up at the crack of dawn for a bare-chested run?”

Sam shoots you a dry look.  

“My point is, I’m not gonna survive hundreds of monster attacks just to get taken down by cholesterol,” he says.

You sigh a raise a placating hand. “All right. I get what you’re saying. I’m just saying…have you ever thought about why he loves food so much? Why he overindulges sometimes?”

Sam's brow quirks. It’s a question you know you need to tread lightly in order to answer. You uncross your arms to lay a hand on Sam’s wrist. He stops washing dishes and turns off the sink to give you his full attention, sensing your shift.

You look up at him, and you steel yourself.

“He might’ve mentioned once…that you two sometimes had a hard time growing up. With John taking you guys from motel to motel while he was working a job, and every now and then, leaving you guys alone longer than he meant to.”

Dean had been more than a bit drunk when you’d gotten this out of him. Hearing about that aspect of his upbringing had upset you, not just as someone who cared about him, but the caretaker in you smarted.

“Even though you guys didn’t have enough money at times, your brother always made sure you were fed,” you explain. You meet Sam’s gaze, squeezing his arm. “Sometimes he went without.”

Sam’s expression slowly slackens, contemplative and dismayed at what you’re implying. He dries his hands on a kitchen towel and rubs at his mouth, like he’s reeling back the years of evidence in his mind and trying to confirm if you were right.

“You don’t remember?” you gently ask.

Sam shakes his head. “I mean, I knew things were tight. I remember him taking care of me, obviously. But…”

He doesn’t remember his brother going hungry.

It carves a hole of remorse in his chest.

This isn’t the first time he’s had to reexamine Dean’s role in his life, and not the first time he’s felt this flavor of guilt. But he sighs and really doesn’t know what to say.

You seem to realize that, and you squeeze his arm one last time.

“Just keep that in mind,” you implore.

You soon leave him to venture upstairs, but there in the kitchen, Sam makes a resolution before the new year. One that includes having a conversation with his brother.

You find Dean in your bedroom. Now in his most threadbare sweatpants and an old black shirt, he lays over the covers on the bed. His eyes are closed and his arms are folded behind his head, but he hears you when you come in.

You slide into bed next to him and lay your head on his chest. He groans deep and slowly lowers his arms. One of them wraps around your frame.

“Think I overdid it a bit,” he admits, cracking his eyes open. You smile and gently pat his stomach. 

“Wanna go for a walk tomorrow?” you ask. “We can go down to the park.”

Dean raises a brow at you. “You hate walking.”

“Not true,” you shake your head, before you rest more comfortably against him. He tucks you in beside him and begins to run his fingers down your arm. It’s a bit distracting.

“Could be nice, with the right view,” you add, though you shiver a little at his touch.

Dean makes a sound of mild interest in the idea. “I guess, if you like stringy trees and frozen lakes.”

It’s winter in Lebanon. Not much to look at.

You smirk and press a kiss to his chest. “I mean, that, and you in some little Richard Simmons shorts.”

Dean gives you a look, and you giggle so hard it shakes your whole body against him.

“Honestly, I think that’ll really do it for me,” you tease. You walk two fingers across his thigh, where a cute pair of ‘80s-style exercise shorts would cut off.

Dean grabs your hand and rolls you over, pinning you underneath him on the bed. His thigh slips between both of yours, causing friction against your jeans. And he smirks down at you.

“Sweetheart, I don’t do shorts.”

AN: 😂 A little callback to S1 at the end there. I hope you guys liked this! Just in time to prepare for my Christmas cooking! ❤️💚

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Summary: Dean has been harboring the archangel Michael in his mind for weeks now, putting a strain on your relationship as you struggle to help him. When Dean makes a wish that accidentally brings his father back from the dead, you get to meet the (in)famous John Winchester. But as always with magic, your boyfriend’s wish has unintended consequences.

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[absynthe-mind]

Western PA Anon here

It's been a very interesting couple of weeks, but hey I'm allowed to use my electronic devices. Wanted to let you and anyone else who saw my post know that I'm alive and O.K. Also ensconced in the Ultramarine Quadrant of the Greater PGH Loyalist base at the moment.

You were absolutely spot on about having a Primarch move into my house. I was pretty much on lockdown with him. At least until a few days ago. Apparently the various bases check the various astartes tags periodically. Primarch sightings are looked into but taken with a healthy dose of salt unless there's corroborating evidence. Like someone reporting the charred remains of what was left the ECs warband in my general vicinity. Since that matched with my post, it bumped investigating the post up to the top of the priority list.

To give scale of how important Primarchs are, Greater PGH apparently rounded up the highest ranking Astartes from their chapter and successor chapters from the North American continent. I kinda gather that he's some kind of Father-King of his Legion and their off shoots.

So yeah... let me know if you want more updates because that was an experience and a half.

(First Part)

Woo hoo! You’re alive!

I was beginning to get a little worried for you (well more than I already was), so it’s great to hear an update, make sure to keep them coming, yeah?

Hopefully being ‘secured’ by the Ultramarines hasn’t been too harsh on you mentally, I can imagine it’s a lot to take in. At least you’re probably getting the best treatment they can offer considering you have in fact bonded to their primarch.

You’re pretty spot on about him being a big-shot of the legion and of loyalist space marines in general really.

I can just imagine the reactions you got when they came over to check out the scene, what with all the false primarch sightings they probably thought it was a routine visit to a primaris like I did at first (at least I can say ‘I told you so’ to my flatmate, he was convinced it was just a primaris - plus since we bet on it he has to do dishes for a week >:D ). 

Must be crazy meeting all the high ranking astartes especially since you came from an area without a big space marine presence - have you had any funny or weird encounters you can share with us? How’s the big guy himself acting now he’s had a chance to settle in and have stuff explained to him?

Once again thanks for stopping by and updating us, be sure to keep us in the loop :p

[foxbirdy]

hi!

just saw your pictures of you doing some marine biology fieldwork and i just wondered if you have any stories about the experience that you would like to share. Im in 1st year uni right now and i have no idea what im gonna specialize in other than “science!!” but i work on boats for my job right now (tallships, very cool stuff) and so marine environment work really appeals to me. If you have the time, I would love to get a picture of what the work you’re doing entails.

(What does the day-to day of marine biology research look like? What kind of stuff are you studying/information are you gathering? Whats it like? Is it awesome? feel free to answer none of these also)

thank you!!

OH, I'm jealous - it's a dream of my mine to get to work on a tallship. & I love to talk about this stuff!

In all honesty, the day-to-day changes pretty dramatically depending on what project work is available. Right now, as a student, a lot of what I'm involved in ties into coursework or research that's happening at the university! I volunteer with a couple different labs, and there's a huge variety of stuff to get in on. For example:

Last Saturday, I spent about six hours pulling otoliths and gonads out of eighty invasive roi, taape, and toau caught by local spearfishermen. Otoliths are the ear bones of fish, and similar to the rings of a tree, they have ringed annuli that can give a lot of information about the life history of the individual species. We cast these otoliths in resin, and then cut cross-sections to look at them under the microscope. The hope is that this information will help us understand when these species become reproductive, and how to control their populations.

The last several Fridays, I've been involved with an effort to collect some water quality and plankton data after a lot of heavy rain. This work was out on the boats, and we used deep and shallow drogues, YSI, light meter, secchi disk, and a couple plankton nets, moving out from the swollen rivermouth and into deeper, saltier water.

Last month, I spent a lot of time on invertebrate snorkel surveys, mostly looking for presence/absence in the nearshore. Next Tuesday, I'll be doing fish surveys in the same location. The Wednesday after I'm hopping on a wetlands restoration project & removing invasive bull grass, and a night snorkel afterwards. Next Friday is a lab day, working to process the plankton samples we've collected, and I'll be in the coral nursery afterwards. That's the really fun thing about university - there's so much different work going on, all the time!

In the summers, outside of school, that work is just as varied. I've really enjoyed having jobs that allow me to do a little bit of everything, and thus far, my supervisors have been very supportive of me in that. Here's some other projects I've gotten to work on, all within just one position:

Servicing passive monitoring systems! These are pictures of my replacing a SEABIRD logger, which has been taking a water temperature measurement every thirty seconds for the past 360 days. This helps conservation managers track heatwaves in sensitive ecosystems. We prepped new loggers with batteries and SD cards and waterproof tape to prevent biofouling, and then used snips and zipties to make the switch.

Scientific fishing! This helps get life history and population data for our target species, large pelagic fish. We collected biopsy samples, placed tags, and released primarily ahi, but also ono, and mahi. (Full disclaimer: this picture is from a subsistence fishing trip and not a scientific one, where people generally have too many things in their hands & are moving too quickly to take pictures. He was a very delicious dinner for our crew, though.)

Other marine tagging! I got to assist with bluewater cetacean tagging of several different dolphin and small whale species, and shark tagging for galapagos, blacktip reef, grey reef, and dusky sharks. Cetacean tagging was done with an air rifle, not easy at high speeds on the boat. Shark tagging was more hands-on, as we had to manually apply the tags.

Coral reef monitoring! The mission of these surveys was to track coral health through heat stress events, and to identify harmful species. I'm looking under the coral head in these pictures for crown-of-thorns starfish, one of the most urgent species threats to reefs in the Pacific.

This is the bastard. Notice the dead coral around him.

Oh I'm about to smack into the photo limit, huh. Please hold!

[shannonsketches]

This is mostly just a random question that crossed my mind, but do you wish there was more content out there regarding Trunks and Vegeta’s relationship? I recently started DBZ Kai, and just finished the Cell Saga and I went looking for stuff on this father-son duo, but was super bummed to find there’s a stark lack of content for them.

I would love more content of Vegeta with his kids in general! But I do love Trunks so very much and I do think (Future!)he and Vegeta have a really richly complex relationship that I’m surprised I don’t see explored very often.

Of course, I don’t tag crawl or read fic like I did when I was younger, which was a long time ago djdjd There is probably some real good stuff out there tucked away in the fandom (@serenityhime1 , @fabuloustrash05, @rozzingit, @danizinhaut, @astral-mariner, @astronautmike-dexter, @galexibrain @vegebul-stan @worlds-only-dbgt-enjoyer tagging off the top of my head of folks who might have good recs about the boys!)

[reverberatedmoth]

About Me

Intro

Hihi, I’m new to posting my own content (not new to tumbler just posting.) and I want to post some creative stuff. Whether that be art, writing, prompts or just meeting new friends I’ll figure it out. So I will do a ccard but I am low on patience as of now this is what cha got.

I’m Reverb or Moth.

I go by Any pronouns . (Neo pronouns work too!) In this order Xe/They/He/She.

Minor. Old enough to be online dw.

23 mental age

INFP

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Genderfluid, Queer and oriented aroace.

Big ol nerd.

Cartoons, books and comics/webcomics, collecting trinkets

Current hyperfixations: Dc, specifically Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne and Black Canary.

Current special interests: Marine biology, psychology, mysteries, politics, just in general figuring out how things work and why people react the way they do, Religion/spirtituality (I’m polytheistic Pagan :D), Biology, Egyptian mythology/life, Greek mythology, Chemistry, Entomology, Art, Animals (Rodents.), Psychology, Sociology, Anatomy (The study of the human body.), Mythology, Mysterys, Unsolved crime cases, Scooby Doo mystery Inc., Philosophy, cryptids, Gender, Character Writing

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And DNI

Problematic proshippers (meaning incest ships, kid x adult ships.)

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

It just doesn't jive with some of the PR that KP puts out about William - for instance, the 'statesman' PR they do whenever he travels abroad. You're not a statesman if all you do is travel twice a year for two or three days at a time. You need to be in meetings, going places, talking to people, being in the room, representing the king at other countries' diplomatic/state events.

What do you want the KP do though? They can’t just sit om their asses. It’s PR. And maybe it’s not even for us royal watchers, it’s for the general public whose image of William is probably still stuck to when he was a hearthrob teenager or a young adult stumbling out of clubs or a newlywed or a young balding boring father. The KP PR team have to tell those people something, and maybe for those people it’s enough to see this new phase in William stepping up to his role. They see him taking a meeting with Biden or Trump and they’ll realize ohhh William is doing grown up stuff now lol. I was just watching the Daily Mail youtube show Palace Confidential. In the latest episode, Jo Elvie, the host, made a comment that for her who’s a bit older than William, she still very much sees William as young, so seeing him on his recent trip to Estonia, she feels William is stepping up into his role. There’s no mention of maybe his comms team should avoid saying he’s a statesman when he’s not.

That problem with the “statesman” tag thing is mostly coming from the niche place of royal watchers. The general public don’t think of that. Anyway, I’m just questioning the whole thing because the whole “Wiliam is trying hard to be a statesman” first came from the Baroness Bruck group of antis anyway. Those group of trolls have an agenda. The sentiment is echoed by William’s “fans” who aren’t happy with William’s workload. Maybe they want the PR to be more honest in a way, but as I said, maybe they aren’t the target audience for it.

I’m not saying I agree with KP’s strategy, I’m just putting forth questions for people to think about. The KP team got to do their jobs. So in your opinion, what would you have them do?

I thought that was clear in my post: KP should not be using the word "statesman" to describe William.

"Statesman" conveys a seniority that I don't think William has, not yet, not when you consider how long and how diverse his career is going to be. He's definitely on track to get there in the next couple of years, though.

But the flip side of it is when you consider who William's peers are - the other millennials in national government leadership roles; the JD Vances (born 1984), the Pete Buttigiegs (born 1982), the Sebastian Kurzes (born 1986), the Sanna Marins (born 1985), Guillaume of Luxembourg (born 1981). Compared to them, William has the most diplomatic experience in terms of the heads of state he's met and the audiences he's had.

In that respect, "statesman" does work, but no one is comparing William to the other millennials in government. They're comparing him to Elizabeth and Charles, and that's where William falls short of the mark for now.

The safer adjective, IMO, is "diplomat." Because that's what William is doing. He's doing diplomatic work meeting with heads of state and, in limited circumstances, representing the monarch abroad. He has not fully stepped into the kind of visible leadership role that "statesman" conveys to me, because his main focus is his family and as I said in the earlier post, that is perfectly okay.

The issue here is that KP messaging needs to align better with what William is actually doing or if William really is doing all this work on the back-end behind closed doors, then KP needs to be communicating that better, and that's something I've pointed out here several times before.

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Not story more ramble but I will still tag.

@egrets-not-regrets @bleedingichorhearts @kit-williams @sleepyfan-blog @barn-anon

Spoilers for Warhammer Fulgrim Lore.

I think the husbandry fandom has missed a profound opportunity for some juicy conflict!

So we have some general agreed upon notions for how certain legions react to Husbandry Terra. Now obviously not all of a single space marine type behave the same way but there be trends.

Salamanders, Ultramarines, Blood Angels, Thousand Sons, Space Wolves, Imperial Fists: these groups generally accept bonds and human companionship as they had decent human contact in their original timeline.

Then you've got the grumps who love the attention but getting them to admit it is like Pulling Teeth: Night Lords, Iron Hands and Iron Warriors.

But we have been missing out! On a delightfully painful side of our favorite premadonnas. The Emperor's Children.

Now they and their sire Fulgrim are often stereotyped as such. Elegant, pompous, snooty and post heresy they go completely mask off a drive full into unbound freak territory.

But their story is much more tragic than a spoiled brat leading other spoiled brats into serving the God of overdoing things.

Fulgrim isn't spoken of as much in terms of being screwed over, but looking closer he really was.

Shot to an awful industrial planet where he watched his adopted family struggle to feed him let alone themselves. It would give anybody a complex.

Needing to be useful, needing to contribute, needing to not be a burden.

And once the The Big E showed up it didn't get much better.

His sons? Suffer a geneflaw that gives them astarte cancer. He not only loses many of them, but has to make due with what he has left. Meaning no matter how well trained, he just can't conquer planets at the rate dear old dad wants him to.

His brothers? Got there own issues and probably don't take Fulgrim's struggles seriously. He's just at that spot of "Wow that sucks," and "But the others have it worse.' He probably doesn't feel like he can talk deeply to anyone.

So Fulgrim does what many unloved children do, in fact he does the same thing as Perturabo, Pushes Himself to The Breaking Point.

In Fulgrim's case, any failures he blames completely on himself. Where Perty lashes out, Fulgrim turns inward.

Until he just can't take it anymore. He decides he's going to finally be selfish. Commit fully to the pleasures and pain so he never has to remember the agony he feels, that he will Never, be good enough

Heck killing Ferrus probably cemented that feeling in him. I'm not worth anything, so why bother trying to be good. Why not just be the absolute Worst.

Heavy stuff. But this leads me to my main musing.

In 40k the sins of the father very much affect the sons.

So my proposition is...you think other space marines are clingy? They hold not a Candle to an Emperor's Child. Especially one post heresy.

If you show an EC that they can be open, vulnerable, Imperfect, around you, and you don't immediately turn tail and run from the baggage, You Will Never Escape.

They don't just crave intimacy, they crave stability, affection, LOVE.

And if you give them any indication you'll supply it, they will Never let themselves be cut off.

[hannibalbabygirlifier]

Getting to know mutuals!

Thanks @emthought for the tag yay I get to be chatty!

What’s the origin of your blog title?

Honestly I didn’t even have one for ages and then I saw a will graham meme with it and I was like damn girl you and me both. Sure, this represents me.

Otp (s) + shipname (s):

I literally have soooo many but recently most focused on radarhawk (mash-quelle suprise there) and hannigram because it’s 2015 again. BUT some of my other OGs that i return to over and over again for years are iorveth/Roche (Witcher) maxAnne and charles/Jack (black sails-ranger crew my belovedddddd) tommy/Alfie (peaky blinders) charmac (iasip) Thomas/jimmy (downton abbey) god the list just goes on… I think the OLDEST that I’ve been invested in over a decade are hannigram and iorveth/Roche though.

Favourite colour:

Toss up between pink and green depending on the day!

Song stuck in your head:

Lonesome love mistski for niche blorbo reasons- the person responsible knows who they are!!!

Weirdest habit/trait:

I will eat things by hand you didn’t know a person could… I have weird sensory stuff about cutlery esp metal forks so I just. Avoid them lol.

Hobbies:

Painting, singing badly, getting really into movies, cooking, I don’t know if it counts but I do have fun doing theatrical makeup and such.

If you work, what’s your profession?:

Hairstylist! Though I do 70% men’s cuts so I’m not sure if barber is more accurate…wotever

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

I was really interested in marine biology! I really love fish and aquatic stuff. I also was interested at one point in working with snakes and other reptiles but that is a significant amount of education for the fact that there is extremely little employment there soooo… but a fun idea!

Something you’re good at:

I’m really good at small talk and first impressions/interviews to a degree people have described as somewhat freaky-unfortunately this means I set a really high expectation that I can’t necessarily live up to. My fiancées old roommate has joked that after a month of knowing me he started to be like “ohhhh you are human after all! Okay cool!”. I just have really good scripts for certain interactions lol.

Something you hate:

Things not going to plan/last minute changes. Also bell peppers and matcha.

Something you collect:

Anything mouse themed! Also trinkets in general, little figurines, royal doulton China, perfume, I’m a magpie with pretty things. Oh hello kitty things too! If hello kitty has 1000 fans I am one if hello kitty has 1 fan I am that fan etc…

Something you forget:

Where I left my phone when I had it a minute ago and I haven’t left the house.

What’s your love language?:

It’s hard to say because of course they all play in but probably words of affirmation? I’m someone that needs a LOT of reassurance so it helps a lot with feeling loved, and I tend to be fairly heart on my sleeve about communicating it back. I think gifts is a big one for me too just because I’ve grown up being shown love through that rather than being told outright so it’s my learned way of recognizing/showing love-not so much fancy gifts as much as getting my fiancée nice coffee beans while I’m out or them bringing me home knickknacks from work, it’s just that you thought of them and wanted to brighten their day.

Favourite movie/show:

I have a lot but moonrise kingdom and aliens are probably my top favourite movies of all time, and my top shows are mash and iasip for comedies and hannibal and black sails for serious shows. Oh I also love over the garden wall ! Whatever that counts as!

Favourite food:

Anything lobster or homemade French onion soup if I’m being bougie, grilled cheese if we’re going comfort food.

Favourite animal:

So many but if I have to pick I will say. The humble mouse.

What were you like as a child:

Really quite strange if we’re being honest. I dressed in historical clothing and was really into the historical reenactment museum near me. Read quite a lot too! Much more than I do now. Generally had a lot of playing pretend and elaborate fantasy worlds and mythologies. I was obsessed with Japan and Egypt for a stretch as most children are, had a hamster named hamtaro, and had the devastating experience of trying sushi and not liking it. Funnily enough I love it now! But it was a big disappointment at the time. Oh I also was in a pretty formal children’s choir so that was a big chunk of my time.

Favourite subject at school:

Depended on the teacher! Probably English though-I would have liked art but I was locked in a four year conflict with my art teacher. I’m sure he hasn’t forgotten me.

Least favourite subject:

Gym. Wretched class.

What’s your best character trait?:

I think I’m relatively high in terms of empathy so I try to go out of my way for people if it’ll improve their day or make a big difference for them, or extend patience when people are difficult or unkind- it’s funny how if you go out of your way to be kind when someone is clearly picking a fight often they come back later to apologize and open up about something going on in their personal life and it really turned their day around that you helped them as much as you did, and that means a lot sometimes.

What’s your worst character trait?:

I’m one of the most sensitive people you’ll ever meet which is hard because I get so easily upset at everything. I think it would be a lot easier for me if I had a thicker skin but we are who we are so we make the best of it.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?:

Honestly having a lot of money would solve like most possible problems lol

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

On a personal close to me level, my grandfather on my fathers side just because I never met him but everything I learn about him is crazy. Genuinely fascinating life. Bigger historical figure, any of the Romanov children because I have weird historical fixations. And I do have questions about Rasputin.

Tagging:

@3asystreets but also anyone else who would like to!

[cardinalcanis]

CODEX: The Viridian Phantoms

Summary: I did a thing. Been wanting to write about the custom space marine chapter that has been eating my brain the last few days. The Viridian Phantoms, my loyalist Mortarion successor chapter. They have been SO much fun to write and will totally do more things with them in the future. They are my first ever custom chapter so I would LOVE LOVE LOVE your reviews and opinions about them.

TW: People WAY too comfortable with death.

Word count: 3314

"Can I make my own fanart/OCs/head cannons/fics about/with the Viridian Phantoms?" First of all I will die <3, second of all, of course! As long as you credit me as the og creator of them I have no issue with it!

Tag squad (let me know if you wish to be tagged on stuff): @druidwolf21 @wolf-feathers12 @artemisareia @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @adhd-fandom-hyperfocus

@gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @kit-williams @egrets-not-regrets @jaghatai-khock @horuslupercal @moodymisty

@sinistermojo @beckyninja @justallll @ms--lobotomy @pluvio-tea @lemon-russ

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General information: 

“We are Death, so Humanity may live.”

-Chapter name: Viridian Phantoms. 

-Other nicknames and given monikers (at least the nice ones): Angels of Krieg, The Bone Collectors, Krieger Kites, Jumping Tanks, Climbing Banshees. 

-Loyalty: Loyalist. 

-Homeworld: Krieg. 

-Symbol: A ghostly skull wreathed in chains.

-Colors: Light viridian green accented with black and silver.

Origin: 

“Father, see your children, battle-worn and pale,

Holy Chains and hooks prepared, 

Father, see your children, dead but not failed, 

By their blood may the corruption be cleansed.” 

After the events of Baal and the Plague Wars Belisarius Cawl saw the necessity of having more resistant troops. Capable of weathering extreme conditions, facing bio-monstrosities and gargantuan enemies, and being Immune to plagues and other chaos or mortal-made maladies. 

The Viridian Phantoms were born from Cawl’s experiments, using a modified strand of Mortarion’s gene-seed to create warriors who could endure almost everything. They stand as an act of defiance to Roboute Guilliman’s will in the face of what he considers advancements in the name of the Imperium’s survival, magnificent discoveries that honor the Omnissiah.  Making them only female was the loophole he found to make their existence possible, even though kept in secret for many years.  Recruited and trained on Krieg for their innate resilience and loyalty, these Marines are honed to become the embodiment of human perseverance. 

They possess their gene father’s legendary resistance combined with an aspect of Mortarion not exploited by the previous Death Guard; his untapped psyker potential. The Viridian Phantoms are unyielding assaulters, designed to weather any blow; be it a plague, environment non compatible with life, or physical force. Their combat style is defined by their heavy armor, equipped with hooks and chains, allowing them to latch onto massive foes, scale them, and pull them down into submission so they can be butchered. Despite their heavily reinforced armor, their biomantic prowess allows them bursts of agility, enabling them to jump over large enemies and strike from unexpected angles. Even other Astartes speak about a sense of uneasiness seeing what in all senses is a terminator-like unit swinging in the air and climbing light as a feather. This makes them formidable in melee, where they wield chainswords and scythes with deadly precision. Learning from the Thousand Sons’ mistakes, they do not over rely on their psyker powers, biomancy is meant as another tool in their arsenal. Their uncanny resistance aided by biomantic regenerative capabilities make them the perfect unmovable wall for humanity. 

Made behind the primarch’s back: 

“Father, we are ready, take us if you must.”

Cawl’s unprecedented authority within the Mechanicus and his status as the architect of the Primaris project provided him with enough leeway to conduct this experiment. His known… quirks and disregard for strict Imperial protocol helped him fly under the radar. His projects are already known for secrecy, but even with the trust on his skill and status he couldn’t afford for Guilliman discovering the Phantoms before they were ready. 

The choice of  Krieg didn't only rest on its hardy loyal woman but also for its isolation, secrecy of what truly goes in their underground hives and lack of general scrutiny from the Imperium. Krieg’s conditions allow for secretive experimentation; the people of  Krieg, known for their discipline and loyalty never questioned nor revealed Cawl’s activities, they were ordered not to anyways. It is said that long lines are made to this day for parents to proudly offer their daughters for testing, even though they didn’t know what it was about, the Emperor was looking for female children so they served accordingly. 

Cawl carefully controlled who knew about the Phantoms’ existence and purpose, involving only trusted Mechanicus personnel and Kriegsmen who were at a need to know bases of their assignment and sworn to secrecy. Any record-keeping or tracking was obfuscated through a complex mix of bureaucracy and Mechanicus’ religious beliefs, already only revealing the biggest secrets to the worthy in the  Omnissiah’ eyes. 

The Phantoms were obviously kept isolated from other Astartes chapters and Imperial forces to avoid detection. In their deployments, the Phantoms engaged enemies with minimal support, focusing on missions that required little to no backup. Training and conditioning was completed in Mechanicus-controlled facilities under Cawl’s lock and key, keeping them away from inquisitive eyes. He implemented protocols restricting their interaction with other Imperial personnel, ensuring their knowledge and exposure remained minimal.

The Phantoms’ early deployments were limited  remote or particularly hazardous battlefields far from populated areas or Imperial forces, where only the toughest units were expected to survive. These are regions affected by warp taint, plague, or xenos threats, where the survival of any unit would be notable but not easily verified. 

Cawl specifically chose high-mortality missions where the Phantoms could demonstrate their resilience. By deploying the Phantoms to zones where no ordinary Astartes force could feasibly operate, Cawl ensured they’d operate in isolated conditions, where successful missions were difficult to track or verify independently.

Later on he made use of trusted Rogue Traders and Mechanicus explorator missions to test the Viridian Phantoms in the fringes of the Imperium. 

Reports and data on the Phantoms were  filed under vague terms or ambiguous classifications, described in ways that did not reveal their true origin or makeup. Listed as specialized Krieg regiments or other “experimental” Mechanicus units when deployed. These reports kept them concealed, making it appear as if they were simply part of a contingent of the Death Korps or other Mechanicus-approved forces rather than a unique chapter of Astartes.

Physical appearance, chapter culture and personality: 

“Through pain and flame, we fall

And if you can stay, sister, then we'll show you the way

To return from the ashes we call.”

Moration’s gene seed gives the Viridian Phantoms a formidable yet eerie appearance that sets them apart from other chapters. Considered some if not the tallest Primaris Marines, they are built like a block of muscle, needing great upper body strength to hold their full armored weight while hanging mid air. Their skin turns a pale white or slightly grayish hue with visible veins. Their hair typically ranges in shades of white, silver, or light gray. They tend to keep their hair very long and extensively braided. Their eyes are described as a ‘pale gaze’ and ‘lifeless’ or with an almost glassy appearance, people claim that the Phantoms' gaze is ‘detached’ looking through them rather than at them. The intensity of their gaze is increased by how little they tend to blink unnerving those unaccustomed to their manner. All of these add up into giving them their phantom-like appearance they are named after.

They barely speak, when they do, it is done with precision and brevity. There is no room for flowery language or embellishment; they say what needs to be said and nothing more. Their speaking cadence tends to be emotionless and unenthusiastic, not due to lack of emotion but their little interaction with non Phantoms. As very sensible biomancers, they are constantly in touch with the inner processes inside those around them, including emotional responses. Spoken and gestured communication is just a poor mockery of the higher level subtle, unspoken connections they share. This makes them seem distant or even cold to those who rely more on direct communication, this lack of visible emotion could create misunderstandings or discomfort.

The Phantoms struggle hard to connect with outsiders, as they find typical methods of bonding cumbersome or shallow compared to the natural closeness they share among themselves. When interacting with other chapters, they struggle to adapt to more conventional forms of camaraderie, finding it challenging to communicate complex intentions in ways others understand and at the same time making them highly aware of the moods or intents of others. Knowing of the fear, frustration, anger and paranoia they cause first hand; but without the skills to properly address other's concerns. 

This sensitivity fosters deep bonds between the Phantoms, allowing them to anticipate and understand each other in ways that most Astartes can’t. It creates a near-unbreakable trust, as they’re constantly aware of each other's emotional state, intentions, and even physical condition, reinforcing the idea of sisterhood beyond the individual. The electrical discharge in one sister’s muscles ordering to lift a bolter is sensed by the others, copying the same movements, making them capable of reacting to their environment like a well coordinated flock of birds. This gives them an almost meditative focus in battle. Their awareness of their sisters’ movements allows them to coordinate without spoken commands, making them seem eerily calm and united.

Krieg’s women to the core, their loyalty to the Emperor and their battalion is absolute. They see themselves as living tools of the Imperium, willing to sacrifice anything, including their lives, without hesitation. This unwavering dedication makes them reliable but can come across as suicidal, looking for death in death’s sake. Each Phantom believes their existence is expendable if it means the mission succeeds or the forces of humanity are protected. 

The Viridian Phantoms also hold a profound respect for their fallen allies, whether they are their own sisters, other Astartes, or even mortal guardsmen and civilians. They view these fallen as martyrs of the Emperor’s cause. As a tribute, unless the remains are corrupted by Chaos, Phantoms often collect small pieces of armor, bones, cloth, strands of hair, or even rubble from the battlefield and fashion them into beads and charms. These adornments are extensively braided into their hair or hung across their weapons and armor, serving as personal memorials and tokens of respect. Teeth, in particular, are a favored keepsake known among the Phantoms as "flesh pearls," close second to hair which they braid with their own.  

With so much of their time spent among the Mechanicus it is of no surprise that one of the most significant aspects of their culture is the ceremonial tending to their gear and weapons. Each battle-sister sees her armor and weapons as an extension of herself, considering them "bound" to her flesh and spirit. Outside of battle, Phantoms often spend hours in silent preparation, maintaining and blessing their chains, hooks, and weapons in a ritual that reinforces their connection. It has been reported that this strong belief on their gear as part of their flesh has ended into several occurrences where their biomantic powers also restore cracked ceramite or instances where guns keep shooting when it is obvious that the magazine must have been emptied. 

This meticulous care for their gear makes the Phantoms selective about who is allowed to handle it. They permit only trusted Mechanicus priests or highly skilled serfs with whom they have overseen working many times to assist in maintaining their equipment. These chosen few would be expected to respect the Phantoms' many rituals and understand the reverence the Phantoms have for their weapons and armor. These selected few granted the honor of working with the Phantoms' gear have to undergo bonding rites, long meditations and purification rituals to align with each specific Phantom that has chosen them to tend to this sacred part of themselves to the highest of standards. 

The Phantoms’ secret rites, meditations and mantras help them both handle their oversensitivity to all life around them and reinforce their religious adoration for death and sacrifice.  The Phantoms hold pre-battle rituals where they recite personal death vows. These vows are spoken in low, emotionless tones, acknowledging their acceptance of death and pledging to die honorably if it serves the Imperium. Followed by their well known Death Hymns which they sing in ritual and even during battle, Viridian Phantom Death Hymns are the only instance of them raising their voices and carrying emotionally charged statements. They most are directed to a figure they ‘Father’, if it refers to either The Emperor, Mortarion or both is unknown. These chants carry an ominous, almost haunting quality, blending grim acceptance, defiance, and reverence for their purpose. The chants are rhythmic, echoing through the battlefield and unnerving allies and enemies alike with their strange, almost theatrical longing for death. They possess sections where the volume crescendos to shouts or quiets to an eerie whisper, transitioning between powerful declarations and subdued, haunting verses.

Currently, the Viridian Phantoms have no official Chapter Master due to their uncertain experimental state. Leadership has fallen by the battle sisters consensus upon Revenant (Captain) Lena Arendt, a figure respected for her exceptional combat skill and biomantic abilities. She is often referred to as the ‘Ceramite Fae’, due to even amongst other Phantoms her seamless grace mid air while fully armored creates the illusion of effortless flight. A fatal flaw her and many phantoms inherit from Mortarion is how much of a hard time they have at asking for help from non Phantoms, maybe not much out of their gene seed but their desire to prove their chapter is worthy to exist.

Gear and unconventional battle tactics: 

“We are the scythe that reaps the corruption, 

We are the chain that bounds the monstrosity to a kneel, 

We are the knife that carves the names of the fallen onto our enemies, 

We are the Emperor’s unbroken might, 

We are his bleeding sacrifice so we could still have a light, 

We are to fall so the many may rise, 

We are the Viridian Phantoms, 

And we are Death, so Humanity may live.”

As mentioned, The Phantoms hold close reverence to their gear and decorate them extensively with allies’ remains, one of the most memorable are their oracles (librarians) and gravekeepers’ (chaplains) complex teeth veils. Their armor is modeled on the reinforced Mark X, heavily modified for maximum durability. The plating is reinforced to withstand corrosive environments, disease, and warp-tainted toxins, often appearing thicker and more robust than standard armor. It is painted in a ghostly viridian green with black accents on the trim and silver detailing. Their helmets’ visors emit a ghostly pale green glow, most of them are inscribed with small runes or faint biomantic symbols.

Each Phantom carries many sets of chains and hooks designed for their signature combat style. These chains are attached to their gauntlets or armor and can be used to latch onto large enemies, structures, or terrain. The chains have runic symbols carved along each link alongside attached beads and charms, and when combined with their biomantic abilities, they become unbreakable extensions of the Phantom’s will, allowing them to anchor enemies or secure themselves in chaotic battles. The hooks are often engraved with the names of fallen sisters or even fallen guardsmen or civilians whose names they find on dog tags and forgotten personal effects among the rubble. 

The Viridian Phantoms favor chain swords and most importantly scythes for close combat, weapons that symbolize their affinity for melee and their willingness to face foes up close. All of them also have the ability to extend into chain and grappling hooks. Their scythes are heavy, with blade edges honed to a sheen, used for sweeping attacks against larger foes. Made to grab, mutilate and disembowel in single clean swipes. Alongside their melee weapons they can also favor large shields that chained together create shield walls to push back at the latest of waves.

They are no strangers to range weaponry, which even if they aren’t their favored, each is shown equal love and customization as the melee does. Sometimes even consecrating every individual bullet in day or even week long rituals meant for deep meditation and calming their psyker abilities. 

Even though they may be great assets for them, The Phantoms shun the use of chemical and viral weapons of any kind in their fight to distance themselves from their genesire’s legacy and fall into nurgle’s claws. 

Appart to what they are known for, falling gargantuan monstrosities; the Viridian Phantoms' unparalleled resilience, little regard for their own lives and biomantic abilities would lend themselves to shockingly bold, almost reckless battle tactics and strategies. These tactics seem suicidal to other Space Marines and not Codex Compliant at all:

-Shield killbox: The Phantoms would march forward under heavy enemy fire interlocking shields with one another. Using their scythes they would pull and mutilate anything that comes closer, then throw the helpless bodies behind them where other sisters await to finish them up. Functioning as an efficient assembly line of carnage. 

-Fire on my position: In coordination with allied forces, the Phantoms move into a position where friendly heavy artillery or orbital bombardment is directed. Knowing their unique resilience, they would withstand the controlled onslaught that devastates their foes, emerging from the smoke and flames, most of the time.

-Living bait: Phantoms would feign retreat or send vulnerable looking single units, drawing enemy forces into pre-arranged kill zones laden with explosives. Then, they would walk on the trap while still in the blast radius, relying on their enhanced durability to survive. Phantoms might also herd unknowing enemies into the blast radius of allied tanks. Or charge headlong into fortified enemy positions or into the path of tanks, absorbing fire and drawing attention while the rest of the battalion encircles the distracted enemy.

-Suicide landings: Phantoms generally do not fight alone unless they have a strategic purpose. Like sending one charging (or jumping off flying vehicle) into enemy positions or even the heart of their formations with explosives strapped to their armor, activating them upon impact. This act would be often followed by the surreal sight of the Phantom emerging from the carnage, bloodied but alive. 

-Walking beacons: They do have a unique skill to escort survivors through dangerous zones normal humans would not survive. Making the helpless human stay close to them inside their auras so fire, disease or acid would not hurt them or would not feel the pain and heal quickly. They tend to cover the survivors' eyes and even ears so they feel no fear or run away in the presence of danger, as running away gets them out of the Phantom's aura, which means they will succumb to the factors the are being protected against. And the people's trust and faith that the Phantoms can protect them actually makes it easier to work their biomancy on them. 

Cawl’s secret brought to the light: 

“Hear hear, Father, we're all going to die

Father, we're all going to die

Do not sing me any farewells, for me you must not cry,

hear hear, Father, we're all going to die.”

The Viridian Phantoms' first encounter with Guilliman was intense and deeply scrutinized. After proving themselves time and time again completing dangerous missions in secret under Cawl’s direction, the Phantoms were finally brought to Guilliman’s attention as a fully-formed, specialized force created to withstand the most hostile environments and fight the Imperium’s most monstrous foes. Masking themselves as just another battalion of the Unnumbered Sons, with the help of voice modulators in their voxes making them sound masculine (aside from restricting their vox channels when singing). 

They were deployed alongside his forces in a brutal battle. Observing them, Guilliman noted their resilience and uncanny coordination as they maneuvered in unison, taking down enormous threats with sacrificial tactics. The Phantoms suffered grave wounds but continued to fight, showing an almost eerie selflessness that unsettled many nearby Ultramarines.

After the battle, Guilliman confronted the Phantoms directly, demanding to know their origins. Their leader, Revenant Lena Arendt, revealed their loyalty and their gene-sire without hesitation, asserting their purpose and loyalty to the Emperor, not to Mortarion’s legacy. Guilliman, appalled by Cawl’s audacity, proclaimed that their very existence was an affront to the Imperium and must be erased.

The Phantoms responded by raising their bolters to their own heads, ready to end their lives at Guilliman's command. Stunned, Guilliman halted them. They remain a battalion awaiting Guilliman’s final judgment, will they be eliminated? Given a suicide mission hoping they never return? Will they ever back their birthright as the 14th? The future looks bleak and uncertain for the Viridian Phantoms. But the primarch must hasten as talk is spreading.

[dwaekkicidal]

After Last Night

˚ʚI.N x Bang Chanɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: After an incident with Chan at the onsen, Jeongin realizes that he's not as small down there as he thought he was.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~3.1k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: MxM content, bottom!Chan, top!I.N, big dick jeongin 😼, shy & lowkey pervy Chan, kinda cocky Jeongin?, sex in a public place but nobody sees or hears them (or do they?)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: I know I previously said I probably wouldn’t write “full” mxm content but max corrupted me (whats new) and I went a little feral.. Hehe. so I changed my mind; ill write it but it wont happen very often! :3

if you dont like this stuff then simply don't interact! also block the tag "#mxm" so you never see it from me <3

This was a lil collab I did with @chvnmax :3 go read her Felix ✗ I.N version!!

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

All members of Stray Kids were currently in Japan for a MV shooting. The day prior to the shooting they agreed to check into an onsen to unwind a little. They generally headed to the group-assigned onsen in pairs, but Jeongin was anxious to join them so it took him a little longer and he decided to walk alone. It wasn’t exactly that he was scared of being fully naked in front of the entire group, since they had all lived together at one point and they would all be naked anyways. It was more so the nervousness of one of his more recent body growths.

Over the years he had grown used to seeing the other men half-naked, but within the last year or so he realized that his lower area had grown quite a lot. The mixture working out and finally growing out of puberty had paid off, in ways that he wasn’t even aware that would be affected. He assumed that his hyungs would have had similar growths to him, and that he would still be smallest among them, like he was all those years ago. While he knew that nobody would make fun of him or point it out, he couldn’t help but be anxious at the thought of lingering eyes.

This is all the maknae could think about as he walked down the hallway, fiddling with the strings on his robe with each step. In no time he was at the makeshift fabric door, so he took a few breaths before stepping through and following the curved hallway to the outdoor, yet private, pool of water. He watched as a few heads turned to smile at him, some even beckoning him over before turning back around. When he thought no eyes were on him he slid off his robe and speed walked his way to the edge of the water, where a dry small towel waited for him. Of course it being courtesy of the dad of the group, making sure everyone was taken care of.

Speaking of the male, Jeongin watched from the corner of his eye as Chan’s eyes followed his movement, his jaw dropped a little in what Jeongin assumed (hoped) was awe. When he sat at the edge of the water and dipped his legs in, he finally turned to meet the eldest’s eyes. They both watched as each other’s cheeks heated up, and Chan blinked a few times before gulping visibly and sending the younger a shy smile. He bashfully mouthed a ‘sorry’ before turning around and splashing his face with water.

‘Not the kind of lingering eyes I expected…’ Jeongin thought to himself as he sank the rest of his body into the water, sighing happily at the warmth. As he felt his body relax, Jeongin's own eyes trailed around. He spared a few glances at his members before letting his eyes trail lower on some. He felt a little weird about it, but his curiosity got the best of him and he was desperate for some soothing thoughts.

He quickly looked at the roof before blinking a few times, not sure if what he was seeing was being altered by the water or if he was actually bigger than the hyungs he saw. He let the idea marinate in his head as he made himself focus on the conversation he was being pulled into.

After soaking in the warm water for a few hours, the boys got out and headed to their rooms in pairs again. This went on until eventually it was just Chan and Jeongin in the pool. Chan was leaned on the tiled edge with his head laid back and arms spread, as Jeongin sat on the staircase a few feet from him in a similar position.

Jeongin found himself watching water drip down the older’s handsome features, ogling at how sexy the man looked in the water. He always knew his hyungs were good looking, but seeing him this bare with water dripping down his body had blood rushing to his dick. He always had a little crush on his Channie-hyung, but he thought that as he grew older and as the dorms changed, his feelings would too.

He opted to lay his head back as well, taking deep breaths to try and calm the sudden heaviness between his legs. As he did so, Chan’s ears picked up what he thought was a heavy sigh of stress, so he naturally picked his head up to check on the maknae. When his eyes opened he was met with a drool worthy sight, the other boy dripping with water as his toned chest rose and fell. He couldn’t help as his eyes dipped lower, landing on the long and hard length that was out in the open as the younger sat with spread legs. He gulped again and bit his lip, zoning out slightly and trying to stop himself from drooling over his member’s penis size.

Suddenly remembering his goal, he ripped his eyes away and opened his mouth to speak. Though he quickly cut himself off when his eyes met the fox-like ones of the younger man. He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head before mumbling out another “Sorry…”

“Listen, hyung, I know I might be a little smaller than you guys but you don’t have to stare..” Jeongin mumbled out, suddenly self-conscious under his gaze.

“Oh- Jeongin.. that’s not… what I was staring for… Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but that wasn’t the reason I was staring” Chan nervously replied, taking a sudden interest in the leaves on the other side of the water. Anything to avoid his gaze.

“It’s not? Then why?”

“Haha… Jeongin.. You’re not exactly ‘small,’ man. I don’t know where you got that from. You’re probably the biggest out of all of us.” Chan laughed out, returning his gaze back to the younger and watching as his eyes widened. He tilted his head and laughed again, suddenly not feeling as embarrassed, “What? You thought that you were actually smaller than us? You’re fucking huge, mate. Seriously..”

Jeongin chuckled to himself but quickly got lost in thought as he watched the older boy rise up out of the water. He unintentionally caught sight of the other's length and realized he wasn’t lying, making him feel much better but a little flustered.

“Is that the reason you were staring?” He finally asked, watching as Chan walked over to the bench with his robe on it. He watched his shoulders tense up at the question, sitting in silence for an almost uncomfortable amount of time before he picked up his things and finally responded. “I mean…. Yeah?... Yes and no..” Jeongin let out a confused ‘Huh?’ at the statement, but before he could question him further Chan spoke out again. “Anyways… sorry about that… You should get out soon, it’s late and we have to be up early for the recording.” he said loudly as he wrapped himself in his robe and quickly left.

Jeongin watched as he walked out, the words hung for a while in the thick air before he eventually dragged himself out the water, heading to his own room to end his night.

The night passed fast and Jeongin quickly found himself in the junkyard with his other members. They’re dressed in more casual, black clothing and are running around being their loud, chaotic selves. After a few hours of shooting, the director called for a lunch break and said to return in an hour and a half. Some people left to find a local restaurant while others, namely the members and their manager, ordered for delivery. They ran around and played like children as Chan called the order in.

Jeongin was lost in thought as this went on. Throughout the shooting, he felt Chan’s eyes lingering on him. But anytime he would turn his head to meet his eyes, he would be met with Chan’s neck basically breaking as it snapped around, leaving nothing but his red ears and the back of his head being visible. This happened multiple times throughout the morning, so when the other members sat with each other to eat, Jeongin pulled him to the side to question him.

“Channie-hyung, are you okay? I’m sorry if last night made you uncomfortable.” Chan watched as a head or two turned when they overheard the question and he suddenly felt super nervous. He grumbled to himself as he grabbed the younger’s wrist and pulled him away, leading him between the cars to a more private area where prying ears and eyes couldn’t eavesdrop.

“Hey… nothing’s wrong, I’m sorry. I just have been a little distracted and I just so happen to keep zoning out while looking at you.” He finally responded, ears still bright red.

Jeongin let out a giggle at the statement, “Hyung… is my dick size that distracting?”

“What? N-No that’s not what-”

“Why else would you zone out looking at me so much? Especially after last night.” He said, taking a step closer. Chris sputtered as if he was tongue tied and took steps back until he felt his ass meet the trunk of a car. Jeongin smirked and with this new confidence, he stepped forward to close the distance between them. “You sure you’re okay, Hyung? You seem a little red in the face.” He asked with faux concern and an eyebrow raise. “Or maybe,  just maybe, all those long stares and lingering touches from you over the years weren���t a figment of my imagination? Hm?” He teased, ending his sentence with a head tilt as he leaned more into Chris. With his hands caging the shorter man, Jeongin could feel pride swelling in his chest at how flustered he managed to get his hyung.

“Iyen-ah..” Chris started, his eyes darting everywhere but the boy in front of him, “We shouldn’t talk about this here… let’s wait until we get back home, yeah?”

“Mmmm... normally I’d listen to you, hyung. But something’s poking against me right now and I really don’t think it’s the sushi rolls we ordered.” Jeongin slotted his leg between Chris’ thighs as he finished his sentence, pushing it into his bulge and biting his lip at the whimper he got in return. “Oh hyung… you’re a really bad liar haha.. If you like me that much just say so. I know I like you that much. Just look at how hard I am too.” Hearing this, Chris looked down and almost moaned at the sight of the younger’s bulge. His long dick was so obvious even through the black jeans he wore. Feeling his self control break at the seems, he cleared his throat and spoke up again. “My feelings don’t matter here, I have to be a good hyung and a good leader to my members. It’s my responsibility.”

“A ‘good hyung’..? Ahh. But. A ‘good hyung’ would help his members out, right? As should a ‘good maknae’. So let’s take care of each other. We can talk more tonight at the hotel or once we’re home, like you said.” Jeongin whispered into his ear, his hand slowly trailing from the spot on the car, to Chris’ hips, before finally grabbing at his bulge and palming it. “Or. If you don’t want this, you tell me now and we move on. Act like nothing happened... Deal?” The man under him moaned quietly at the contact before biting his lip trying to stay silent. After a few seconds he finally looked up to the boy and nodded. ‘Fuck why does he feel so tall all of the sudden.’

“Words, hyung.” Jeongin said sternly, tightening his grip before letting go completely and playing with the zipper on his pants.

“Fuck. Yes, Jeongin, please touch me.” He whined out, feeling embarrassed at the disparity in his voice, though this feeling was quickly forgotten once his pants were undone and pulled down his hips alongside his boxers. They lingered at his thighs as Jeongin’s big hand grabbed at his length, pumping it as he pulled his own jeans and boxers down. Their dicks stood against each other as Jeongin gathered his saliva, spitting it onto where their dicks met and pumping them together. His hand almost completely covered their combined width, and the sight had Chan whimpering with his head thrown back.

Jeongin’s hand grabbed his chin and pulled them to be face to face, lips mere inches from each other. He gave it a few seconds to let him pull away if he didn’t want it, but when Chan’s head leaned forward, his quickly followed. Their lips met in a sloppy kiss and they moaned into each other's mouth with every pump from Jeongin.

Once he felt himself getting close and the suddenly shaky legs from the other man, Jeongin’s movements slowed down almost completely and he pulled away from the kiss, panting as their foreheads stayed connected. “How far are we going, hyung? You gonna let me fuck you here, against this car, or should we end it fast and go back to the others?”

“God.. fuck me please..” He moaned in response as his hips bucked into Jeongin’s hand, desperate for a faster pace. His hand pulled away completely and he was swiftly turned around. Jeongin’s clean hand rested between his shoulder blades and pushed him down onto the car as he hissed at the cold metal.

“Let me get you ready then, yeah? Fucking you raw is one thing, but fucking you unprepared is a whole other one.” He said breathlessly as his hands spread Chan’s ass cheeks, thumb teasing his hole. He spat once more, directly aiming for it and rubbing it in with his thumb before his pointer finger finally pushed in.

“You don’t have to do much… fucked myself last night a little bit…” Chan groaned against the car. Jeongin’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he realized he wasn’t kidding. His finger moved around with no resistance and he moaned at the sight of his 2nd finger pushing in, being met with barely any resistance.

“Fuck.. hyung..” He whined, “What, did you fuck yourself with your fingers at the thought my dick?” When the older only answered with a muffled moan into his jacket, he couldn’t help moan at the thought and add a third finger into the mix, finally feeling more resistance.

After a short time of stretching him out, Jeongin pulled his fingers out and spit a few times on his own dick, rubbing it in and trying to make it as wet as possible. After teasing Chan’s hole for too long and getting an annoyed ‘Jeongin..” from the man below him, he finally pushed inside.

“Ugh… stretch you out with 3 fingers and you’re still so tight.. Relax, hyung. Nobody’s gonna catch us I promise..”

After giving him time to adjust and relax, Jeongin gave some test thrusts. He grinned at the desperate moans falling out the other’s thick lips and set a nice pace. Once he heard his name in between moans, it only spurred him on. He grabbed Chan by his shoulder, pulling him back to chest with himself and speeding up his pace. With this position, he easily pounded into the older’s prostate, and it was made pretty obvious by the whiny moans he was starting to hear.

“Hah.. You’re so loud, hyung. The others are gonna hear you if you’re not careful.” He teased, lifting his hand to hold a palm over Chan’s mouth. “I know it feels good but if somebody finds out, we’re gonna have to stop. And you don’t want that, do you?” When the older man whined into his hand and shook his head, he chuckled to himself and kept up the pace. He kept it just fast enough to faintly hear their skin slapping together but not enough so that their members could hear it.

Trying to keep himself quiet, Jeongin nibbled and left kisses against his throat, leading them up to his jawline. He bit a little too hard after Chan tightened suddenly and he heard a loud moan against his hand. He smirked against the skin and found himself biting more often and harder each time. It wasn’t long before the grip around his dick was tighter and more frequent, so Jeongin removed his hands to push him back against the car. They quickly planted themselves on both sides of his hips as he sped up his thrusts, pounding into the man below him at a rougher pace.

For a while, his eyes were trained at the area they connected, but a sudden movement caught his eye and he forced himself to look away. He was met with the sight of Chris’ cheek being squished against the trunk, one hand spread out against the metal as the other rested near his face. His eyes focused on the teeth locked onto his finger and the drool falling against the metal of the trunk.

He moaned at the sight and leaned forward with newfound vigor, reaching one of his hands beneath them to stroke Chan's length. Within seconds Chan's cumming, shooting onto the pebble-ridden dirt as his hand moved to completely cover his mouth, desperate to hide his loud whines. After finishing him off, Jeongin pulled his hand away and made a show to lick up the bits that his fingers came into contact with.

Chris would’ve moaned at the sight if it weren’t for the new, bullying, pace that the maknae set.

“F-Fuck Jeongin, I can’t a-anymore-” He moan-whispered, trying to keep quiet while the gummy spot in him got roughly pounded.

“I k-know hyung.. Just a little longer I promise. Let me use you for a second, okay?” When the older nodded and bit into his palm, Jeongin leaned back and reveled in the constant tightness around his dick. By the time Chan was almost crying at the combined stimulation and pace, Jeongin was finally cumming, opting to pull out and push Chan further against the car so that neither of their clothes got dirty. He let out low moans as he fisted himself through his high, unconsciously massaging the hip where his free hand rested.

As the last spurts hit the ground, they heard a distant voice calling for them: “Channie-hyung! Iyen-ah! Shooting continues in 10!”

They both took a few minutes to catch their breaths as Jeongin pulled both of their pants back up, even fixing Chan’s shirt from where it had risen slightly. Their eyes met and Chan laughed in disbelief. “Sorry hyung, I got a little carried away.”  Still a little out of breath, the older took a deep breath before replying, “Yeah… we both did… I promise we’ll talk about this properly later tonight.”

With a nod from the younger, they fixed their posture and started heading out of the cubby area. Before they would be in line of sight of the other members, Chan pulled Jeongin by his collar into another kiss. One that was way less sloppy and way more passionate than the first. Before it got too heated they pulled away from each other, sharing a smile before returning to the rest of the group.

They both reluctantly continued shooing hungry, thankful for the water they were offered at least. But with the newfound feeling in their stomachs and the common stares they gave each other, neither of them could really find it in them to complain.

[confettiepup]

Introduction!

🐋 Hii! My name is puppie or confettie! Welcome to my colorful little world! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ My pronouns are she/her, I’m 22, autistic and an age regressor, I also have vision disability due to a rare eye disease

I’m a promoter for the shop Oopsie Daizee! They are a sfw paci shop! My promo code is “puppie” if you want 10% off

🍮 I’m a kawaii/cutecore (jojifuku) girly, I always dress up im that style and it makes me so happy and my room is my heaven I love surrounding myself with cute stuff and healing my inner child, I used to hide it but now I embrace it <3

🐠 My big age is 22 and my little age varies from 3 to 5 mostly, can be up to 11. I’m pretty sure I’m a permaregressor: leaded by my neurodiversity (mainly and my traumas (coping mechanism). I’ve never felt connection with people my age, I’m either too emotionally mature or too childish in my interests. I’m French Canadian 🇨🇦, I speak both French and English comfortably

🐬 My disability: I have the Best disease, (vitelliform macular dystrophy). Here is a site explaining what it is exactly. I’m also on the spectrum, tone indicators are welcome if you want or have to use them I totally understand <3

🐇 Pet regressors, therians and furries are welcome too! I don’t really identify as a pet regressor but I identify a lot to puppy, kitty, bunny and dragon space! I just don’t know what term to use but I’ll always tag petre and therian in my posts

🍭 I’m regressing for a lots of reasons (one of them is due to trauma). My regression is a coping mechanism diagnosed and is potentially linked to my autism. I regress both voluntary and involuntary!

☆Here’s my links for my other socials and more! ☆

✿ animals: my favourites are guinea pigs, crows, ravens, octopus, bunnies, whale sharks, parrots, american woodcock (timberdoodle) bird, dogs, bumblebees, capybaras!

✿ Japanese fashion: fairy kei, kawaii/cutecore, decora, jojifuku, gyaru, harajuku

✿ Drawing (traditionally and digitally)

✿ Crafting; like sewing, painting, diy’s, making bracelets, wanna learn crocheting and more!

✿ Toys! I collect lots of them!

✿ Cartoons/videos games

✩Cartoons!: My little pony (g4), Bluey, Peppa pig, the Octonauts, Young justice, paw patrol

✩ Video games: I looove animal crossing, Spyro, five nights at freddy’s, I also really like watching Markiplier’s horror games videos

✩Animals: Guinea pigs, ravens and parrots makes me so happy, dalmatians, dragons and raptors, I also love sea life! Octopus and whale sharks are my fav! Bumblebees looks so cute I try to not stim when I see them lol

✩ Toys: I collect my little pony toys (g3, g3.5 and g4), littlest petshops, plushies (I have an unhealthily amount of them-), calico critters

✩ Characters: Fluttershy - Pinkie pie - Discord (mlp), Nightwing - Klarion the witch boy (DC young justice/Earth 16), Spyro - Cinder - Ignitus (tlos and the spyro og trilogy) , Bingo (Bluey), Everest - Jake - Rex - Captain Turbot (paw patrol)

ᯓ 「 ✦ DNI ✦ 」

General DNI: l0li/sh0tacon, p3do/m@p, pr0-@n@/$h, racist, drama, etc

My dog Cloe protects this blog υ´• ﻌ •`υ!!

˗ˏˋ my dms and asks are open if you want! ˎˊ˗

ᯓ★ just consider that I’m very shy and can get nervous when interacting. English is not my first language and I’m autistic so please be patient with me <3

ᯓ★I might open drawing commissions soon!

˗ˏˋ Tags ˎˊ˗

ᯓ★ To be determined! (Work in progress)

{#marine 🪼 #confettiepup #wishfish🐠#plushies }

See ya! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

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Some Things Lost CH.2

Chapt 1:

Chapt 2 babeyeyyyy. I wasn't planning on a chapter 2, let alone 3, but here we are. Enjoy :)

No tws to my knowledge besides general amnesia and some eh . Light angst.

Rain doesn't know how he got here. Well- actually- that's a lie. That is one of the things he actually DOES remember. Waking up in a hospital bed, a guy he doesn't know telling him stuff about his supposed life, his old teacher, his teacher's teacher...

The water ghoul chuckles at the irony, the taller ghoul carrying him looking down at him with a fond smile. "What's got you all giggly, hm? Want to share with the class, waterlily?" Rain's face heats up at that, mumbling out a "nothing!" and burying his face in the earth ghoul's neck in embarrassment.

Mountain laughs at that, making sure his hold on the bassist is secure. Dew flicks his tail and lightly hits Rain's leg with it. "Hey loverboy, we're here." The water ghoul huff's in disdain at that. "M not a loverboy. I just- ... I don't know. The nickname seemed so ... Familiar... Wait, where is 'here'?" He lifts his head from Mountain's shoulder, confusion laced in his tone. Unfortunately, that seems to be a common occurrence nowadays for him.

Blue eyes scan the surroundings, noting the many doors with nameplates and decorations on them. The door they're outside has an ocean mural with various sea creatures and marine life painted on it, the name Rain etched in a pristine marble name tag and small doodles clearly not done by the original artist around it. The bassist blinks in confusion, not sure when the blinding white linoleum rooms changed into the comfortingly familiar halls of the ghoul wing.

A small jolt of pain shoots through his brain, but he bites his lip and tries to hide the wince. The tightened hold on him tells him he failed at hiding it. Mountain looks at him with such a soft, gentle, concerned expression... It makes Rain frustrated. He tries to calm down, slowly trying to detangle himself from the drummer to be put down.

Dew is the one to protest first, a concerned noise leaving him despite his best efforts. He quickly moves over and places his hands on Rain's back, trying to support him and make sure he doesn't fall out of Mountain's arms. The earth ghoul holds him tighter in response. "Put me down!" The bassist whines, pushing weakly (despite his best efforts) at the taller ghoul.

Mountain sets him down with a look of concern, arms still circled around his waist for support. Rain hisses at that, biting at the air in the direction of the arms supporting him. Dew raises an eyebrow at that, noting to comfort the upset drummer later. "What's up, pretty boy? Too good for princess treatment?" The fire ghoul asks, his tone a bit too soft and confused for Rain's liking. Rain's tail lashes angrily, but he's careful to make sure the whipping doesn't hit his packmate's.

"No, I just need you guys to stop treating me like I'm going to break! I'm fine!" He stomps his foot angrily, biting back any signs of pain. Truthfully, his headache hasn't ever fully left, but instead died down to a constant annoying buzz as opposed to the feeling of daggers in stabbing into his mind. Mountain slowly removes his hands and backs away with his tail lowered, almost tucked, looking like a kicked puppy.

"I'm sorry, M. But you can't treat me like I'm glass! I know I don't really remember things, but that doesn't mean I can't take care of myself!" He tries to remain calm and civil, but his voice raises against his will as he vents his frustration to the drummer. He feels sorry for Mountain, sure, but the water ghoul just wants people to stop feeling sorry for him. "And YOU-"

He turns to snap at Dew, surprised to find the lead guitarist standing right in front of him. The fire ghoul grabs his wrists, stopping his upset hand gestures. "Mountain, I'll talk to you later. Rain, room." At first, both the bassist and the drummer want to object, but the stern look from the small ghoul caused Mountain to let out a sound akin to a wounded animal, turning away with and heading down the hall with trembling breaths.

To where? Dew doesn't know. He does know that he needs to get the idiot brain trauma patient into his room and calmed down before he does something drastic. ... Okay, rephrase. Before he does something MORE drastic. Dew opens the door, nudging the bassist to walk in. Once the door is closed behind them, the fire ghoul locks it, watching Rain stumble to sit on the much comfier bed.

The water ghoul lets out an agitated sigh. "I know! I know, I was rough... But you guys keep treating me like I'm fragile! I'm not weak! I'm not-" "No one said you are." Rain looks up at him, brows furrowed. "No one said you were weak. You're not. You're one of the strongest ghouls I know." Dewdrop said with complete confidence in his own words, walking over to the bed and sitting next to Rain.

He wraps his tail around the other's, hand slowly taking his the other's hand into his own as well. "I mean it. You're so strong." He repeated, a vulnerable smile on his face. Heterochromatic eyes meet cerulean, fire meets water. "Everyone is just worried. We just care. We worry we may lose you. Not just you, but anyone in the back. Mountain loses his waterlily, Aether loses his firefly.."

He pauses, making sure the bassist is listening. "I almost lost my raindrop." Dew's voice is soft, a stark contrast to what he usually is. Snarky and passive aggressive? Yes. Very. Cruel? No. Never. ... Well, not never, but not usually. "We just... We love you, Rain." He hesitates. "I love you." Rain's eyes widen. He's not entirely surprised by the information, having suspected some sort of polycule situation, but not expecting the full confession.

Dew continues. "I know, I know. You don't really remember, that's fine. I'll wait for you to remember or I can teach you to love me again. But you can't push us away. We just want what's best for you..." The fire ghoul takes a deep breath, trying to stop his eyes from tearing up. His tone shifts, clearly done with the topic for now. "And what's best for you is getting you into some nicer clothes, yeah?" The bassist laughs wetly at that, sniffling and wiping away a stray tear.

"Yeah I- I guess. Thank you.. I'm sorry I was just so upset and-" Dew silences him with an obnoxious "Ah ah ah! None of that, my prince." He smiles, clearly happy that his words helped the amnesiac. "Now!" He stands up, clapping his hands once as he looks around. His tail untangles from Rain's, flicking in triumph as he spots what he's looking for. He moves the full length mirror over to where the water ghoul watches with amusement, holding it and peeking around from the side.

The bassist's eyes widen as he takes in his appearance. He takes in the fins and gills on his body, the bioluminescent markings seeming familiar but so very strange. He blinks, cringing. "Oh, you're right. This outfit is just... Not great. And.. are these many bandages really nessecary?" He asks sheepishly, talking about the several wraps of white bandages around his horns and head, small tufts of his wavy hair peeking through the cracks.

Dew cackles at that, propping the mirror up against a wall and moving over to help the water ghoul remove the medical tape. "Nope! But that's Aeth for ya. He's a sweetheart, but oh so mother hen." Rain giggles, the description clearly lining up with what little he remebers and has observed. He hisses in pain as Dew starts to unravel them, making the lead guitarist freeze and look in concern.

Rain whines and looks away, face hot with embarrassment. "It doesn't hurt... The bandages, I mean! My scalp is just sensitive I think." Dew hums, noting that and moving slower. The process is quick and easy, the taller ghoul sighing in relief when it's off and trying to comb his hair into place with his hands without putting too much pressure on his roots. "Merci." He mumbles without much thought.

"De rien." The fire ghoul instantly replies, familiar with Rains habit of using French in place of random words, even if Rain himself can't quite remember at the moment. Rain blinks, letting out s breathless laugh of surprise. "Where did I start that habit from?" He asks with amusement, but also with a hint of genuine curiosity. Not knowing everything around you while others do starts to get draining after a while, but it's almost fun sometimes rediscovering what makes you happy.

Dew grabs a small brush from one of the drawers nearby and starts to gently brush out the messy black hair. "Unsure!" He chirps out, tone too light and happy for it to be a normal response, probably another inside joke if Rain had to guess. "You liked the French language a lot, you thought it was pretty. That might be where you got it from? But I just picked up small bits and pieces from you."

"Does anyone else speak another language? Or just me?" The fire ghoul hummed quietly, barely audible at all as he finishes brushing out the tangled hair. He takes a few moments to style it like normal before stepping out of the way of the mirror so Rain can inspect his tidied appearance. "Well... The Papa's speak Italian and Mountain speaks a bit of German... But that's pretty much it."

The bassist lightly touches his hair, staring in the mirror as if he's never seen his reflection stare back. The drawback of the mirror is he watched in real time his own expression fall with guilt at the earth ghoul's name. "Oh... Right... Mountain..." He mumbles, a sad whine leaving him. His tail curls around his leg and he looks at Dewdrop with vulnerability. "Do you think he'll forgive me...?"

Dew knows the answer is yes. Of course it's yes. Mountain would destroy cities, ruin nations, never do anything fun again in his life if it mean his packmates were safe and happy. However, that's not a good reason to apologize. He can't give Rain an easy out. So instead, he smiles reassuringly. Taking the taller ghoul by the hand and helping him to his feet. Dew grabs an outfit from the dresser drawers and shoves it at Rain, pushing him to change into the clothes instead to go visit Mountain.

"You'll never know unless you try."

[ranchwamen]

Fintroduction

Hello! My name is Ranch (she/her), I study environmental and aquatic sciences and I have a very big interest in aquatic life and biology! I've always really been into fantasy creatures and worldbuilding and this is my blog for my urban fantasy universe, the Sirpaverse, and my art in general!

Here's the Sirpaverse overview where I go over the world and its components.

General tags:

#sirpaverse - The urban fantasy world all my critters and funny guys live in.

#man swears forever - Things related to the story I'm writing. Man Swears Forever is about a sort of strange man who ends up in the middle of the wilderness and finds a child all alone. Events ensue.

#dream weirdness - I have pretty vivid dreams! Here's various retellings and drawings of them.

#featuring the creature - Sirpaverse has normal animals, but this tag is for all the animals that don’t exist in real life! Some overlap with dream weirdness but not every dream critter ends up in Sirpaverse and not every Sirpaverse creature has dream origins.

#taur hour - Posts that talk about Sirpaverse taurs and how they do things.

#magical malarkey - Posts that talk about magic and spells in the Sirpaverse.

#now thats an idea! - Idea people of Sirpaverse and information about them.

#osmeri - Information about Osmeri, the merfolk kingdom that's situated snugly in the Baltic Sea.

#merfolk - Tag that's generally about all kinds of merfolk.

Character tags:

#ahti II - We all know him! The blond, extremely blue-eyed pike merman in red, white and blue dapper clothes. Merman crown prince of the Osmerian kindom who’s currently… not doing that.

#anglerfish mermaid - Giant pitch black anglerfish with a beautiful woman as a lure. She's beauty, she's grace, she will stuff you in her face! My nameless anglerfish siren/mermaid exists outside of the Sirpaverse but she's too good to not draw or speculate upon.

#annika - Red-haired older zander mermaid. Impulsive and starts new hobbies every year. Sirpa’s mother.

#antercine - 18-eyed idea person in the shape of a massive whale-like creature. She flies through the infinite skies of the idea realm, always weeping and in mourning of her family. The “grandmother” of the Cryptograph family.

#bertta - Brown-haired white-tailed deer taur with a purple pigment-inducing mutation. Looks soft but her hooves pack a painful kick and she’ll do anything to protect those in vulnerable situations. Good with kids.

#billiam - Four-eyed yellow-purple idea person who’s usually in the shape of a man in a purple vest. Unbearably lax and apathetic to greater world events, he has an interest in humans if only because he thinks our limitations make us adorably rudimentary and instinct-driven. Likes drama and performing and insects and making you into an insect for the vine.

#caroline - Rainbow-coloured fish alien furry, my fursona!!!!!!! Loves fish and drawing and swimming and popcorn and media analysis and musicals and video games. She’s also a Sirpaverse resident believe it or not :)

#cheikh - Long-haired great white shark merman in light blues and reds. Former marine biologist, Cheikh is VERY CONTENT staying on land far away from home indefinitely after his….. encounter, underwater. Smart and thoughtful and always a little bit on edge.

#face stealer - Hairless pale man with a weird face and a purple suit, crocs included. 18th century painter who went crazy and decided that the best way to preserve the human form is to take the real thing! Apathetic to humans as individuals, he’s very determined to save us all.

#kari - Dirty blond-haired older man. Sailor planning retirement, content with life. Sirpa’s father.

#karleeen - Black-haired wolf spider centaur girl in warm colourful clothes. Happy-go-lucky and just raring to go and explore and create! Protagonist of Man Swears Forever, which could mean nothing.

#lazlo - Tall brown-haired man in brown or orange clothes, yellow scarf and brown trilby are seldom left home. Strange occurrences and people seem to be drawn to him like metal to a magnet. Usually chronically tired of it all but we stay silly!!!!!!!!!

#liisa - Young daughter of Sirpa and Lazlo, blonde hair, blue and orange clothes. Generally a quiet child, but she’s just very content with everything is all. Really into spoons for some reason.

#niklas - The ghost of a high school bully who died in 2012 and now possesses a television. Main motive for existing is to cause as much hurt as possible. Interests include ice hockey and “wouldn’t you like to know, #*¥%@&”.

#the man - Angry mouthless man in a dark blue trenchcoat and red tie. Observant and taciturn, stuck in an endless loop of getting angry about mistakes and delays, and as a result of getting angry, keeps noticing even more problems. Protagonist of Man Swears Forever, I bet you’ll never guess what he does during the story

#marie - Headless tall woman. Very shy and hard to read despite her best efforts to make all the right emotive poses and say the right things with the right voice. Truly gets to be herself under the comforting and protective guise of a fursuit.

#peregrine - 3-eyed idea person in the shape of a cloaked humanoid. Lives the fake life of a marine biologist, cataloguing and categorising marine invertebrates day to day. The “mom” of the Cryptographs.

#pigeon man - Smiling man in the yellow shirt. Also called Pigeon Washing Machine Man. He doesn’t know what he’s doing

#remington - One-eyed pink and green idea person in the shape of a young girl… at least, when you know it’s him, that’s how Remmie looks. Her dearest object of adoration, humans, are suffering, but unfortunately her powers aren’t much of help. Envy ruminates quietly inside them as their loneliness grows.

#salli - Dark brown-haired woman with crutches. Lawyer in her prime! Extremely intelligent and uses that intelligence to think of more and more elaborate pop culture references and be silly.

#samira - Long, curly-haired girl in red and pink clothes, never seen without a conical hat. Likes a good plan with several layers and spare plans. Despite the witchy aesthetic is more of a tech and botany whiz.

#sirpa - Dirty blonde-haired zander-porpoise mermaid, usually wears cyans, purples and greens. Modest and quiet outwardly but has the soul of a bored working dog just itching to tell people what to do. Captain lieutenant by day and weekend fisherwoman and gardener by… weekends.

#ulysses - 5-eyed idea person in the shape of a a man in maximalist rockstar clothing. Head over heels in love with rock music and would like to talk about it with you extensively. The dad of the Cryptographs.

[ducki3xd]

Marin's intro!!

Hiii!! My name is Marin, I'm a shark/siren alter in our system!!

I use He/It/They pronouns (in order of preference) and am a shark therian, siren kin, mer kin, and physically nonhuman!!

I'm just a silly lifeguarding shark with an interest in marine biology

Please refer to our main intro for dni & stuffs

Kintypes!!

Great White Shark

Hammerhead Shark

Godzilla Shark

Cat Shark

Whale Shark

Dog Shark

Siren

Merfolk

The sirens from MLP EG

Notes!!

I use lots and lots of exclamation marks!!! (Obviously lol) I also use lots of capitalized words, but I generally try to refrain while I'm on Tumblr lol

My tag us #rambles from marin 🦈

I like sharks... Godzilla Shark...

Play Mermaid Life on Roblox it's amazing I love it it's my home