#a floatie that they need to inflate

[joshlane]

WHO: Josh & OPEN!

WHERE: Swim Beach

WHEN: July, 2024

One of the best parts of working at his father's garage? Making his own hours. Or, more accurately, seeing that the sun was out, having worked hard all morning, and telling his father that he was taking the afternoon off. A sentiment clearly shared by a lot of other people at the beach shared, which he noticed as he came out of the water, surf board tucked under his arm, heading for his blanket further up the beach. Someone else was nearby, not that he minded. Sometimes, it was nice to have a little company on a sunny afternoon. Sticking the board into the sand, he dusted off his hands and turned to glance their way, gesturing with his chin towards them. "Do you need any help with that?"

[dnickels]

"Surely there was a better way to convey this information" probably! That may be why I'm no longer asked to contribute to our social media page at work!

But its that season again and i want to remind everyone that just because an object is vest-shaped and floats does not make it a lifejacket. Only a Coast Guard approved PFD is tested and rated to save your life. Here's an example of what I'm talking about:

This...thing pops up in searches for "child's inflatable lifejacket" and bills itself as such. But scroll down and we find an explanation:

In contrast to life vests meant to keep your head above water, our vest enables you to swim smoothly with your head in the water. It keeps you buoyant longer for a safe and enjoyable experience - without worry of surprise riptides or fatigue.

Catch that? This thing is not intended to and will not keep your head above water, the single most important thing a personal flotation device should do. What if you are in a riptide and fatigued while wearing this thing and not longer able to keep your breathing hole above the water's surface? You're shit out of luck. You drown.

Consumers may notice that there is a warning notice on the back, but the good people at Amazon have cleverly obscured it. We can still make out "does not protect [...] drowning". If your waterwings, floaties, or vest-shaped inflatable have a disclaimer like this then they are not rated to safe your life, your child's life, your dog's life, whatever!

By contrast, every Coast Guard approved PFD has labeling like this:

It will clearly say USGC approved and have an approval number. It will say WHO it is rated for (infant, child, youth, adult), the size (small, medium large), an upper weight limit, and generally what kind of recreation its approved for (near shore versus offshore etc). It will give you instructions for proper use and signs that your lifejacket is nearing the end of its utility and needs to be replaced.

Not all personal flotation devices are suited for all activities. Whitewater kayaking and deep-sea fishing need more specialized gear than a day at the lake. But you should have, at minimum, a correctly-sized, well-fitting, CG approved PFD in serviceable condition for any kind of activity on or near the water. Have it, but most importantly, wear it!!!!!

[cl0udy3]

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loser!ellie williams x fem!reader mostly smut cw: phone sex, dirty talk, uhmmm some other stuff that is nsfw idk the terms wc: 2030 a/n: honestly just needed to get this out of my system i have so much more to write but im so busy with class i hate everyhting (reader is purple, ellie is pink) requested backstory blurb: ✮

Ellie’s already halfway there. Sweats pushed low, tank top twisted, cheeks flushed, and her free hand tangled in her sheets. Her other one’s still between her legs, slow and desperate, like dragging herself through molasses.

She shouldn’t call. She knows she shouldn’t. But she does.

The phone rings twice before you pick up, cheerful as ever.

“Hey, Els! What's up?”

Ellie exhales hard, squeezing her eyes shut like it’ll help. Your voice alone makes her twitch.

“Nothing’, just… wanted to hear you.” “Aww. That’s cute.”

Your voice is warm, light. You don’t suspect a thing. She doesn’t deserve you. She also doesn’t care, not right now at least.

“So anyway—I had the weirdest dream last night. You were in it actually.”

Ellie bites down on her knuckle to keep from groaning aloud.

“We were in, like, this giant-ass mall that turned into a water park halfway through. You  were riding this inflatable duck down a slide, but then you were like, “we have to go steal F1 cars,” and we broke into this underground showroom and—are you laughing?”

Ellie is laughing. Sort of. More like exhaling sharply through clenched teeth while her fingers circle her clit, slow and hot.

“No–uh—I’m just… listening.”

“Anyways. When I woke up I was like, ‘why would Ellie be on a duck floatie?’ Like, you’re so serious all the time. It was funny.”

She swears she’s gonna lose it.

“Keep going,” she mumbles, voice low and strained. “Okay! So, I also went to the mall today—I got a couple new bras and some underwear. They had those lace ones again, you know? Like the ones I wore last week that I told you—about the ones that ride up a little? Yeah, I got those in… I think yellow, red, pink, black, white, and navy if I remember correctly.”

Ellie’s hips twitch. She actually whimpers.

“Ellie? You good?” “Mhm. Perfect. Just… keep talking.” “So then I found these pajamas that are like—so soft, you have no idea. They’re like buttery or something. I wish you could feel them. I might wear them tomorrow, or maybe the new tank I got—oh! It’s like, super cropped. Kinda short, shows off my belly a bit. Might be too cold for it though…”

She’s gonna die. She’s gonna die on the phone to the sound of your voice, talking about stupid pajamas and bras and Ellie is soaking through her boxers like a goddamn teenager.

Ellie is gripping the phone like a lifeline, thighs twitching, stomach tensing, barely holding back the pathetic little noises threatening to slip out. Her fingers move slow, teasing herself, dragging out the ache because she wants this to last—wants to keep hearing you talk like you aren’t killing her.

You keep talking, your voice bright and animated, and Ellie can hear the click of your nails on the phone and the rustle of your bed as you shift under the covers. She imagines you twirling the cord around your finger as you continue, completely unaware of what you’re doing to her.

“Ellie?”

Her breath stutters. Too loud. That one was too loud.

“You good? You sound kinda—out of breath?”

She clenches her jaw, forcing herself to breath normal, but it’s so fucking hard when you’re still going—still talking—filling her ear with your voice, saying the stupidest things but somehow making it sound filthy.

“M’fine,” she rasps, swallowing thick. “Just—keep talking.”

She hears you huff a little laugh, clueless, completely unaware that Ellie’s got two fingers deep inside herself, biting her lip so hard it hurts.

“Okay, okay! Bossy much?”

Ellie’s eyes flutter shut.

“So anyways—I also got these new jeans. They fit so good, like all snug on my ass, but I don’t know if I wanna wear them yet because they’re kinda stuff, y’know? Maybe I should break them in first. Oh! And I also found this old band tee in a thrift shop, but it’s kinda thin so my bra shows through. Is that cute or is it too much?”

Ellie barely hears the question. She’s too busy pressing her palm down, fingers curling, breath hitching hard.

She lets out a sharp, uncontrolled sigh.

You go quiet.

“Ellie?”

She freezes. 

“Are you okay?”

She almost drops the phone.

Her brain short-circuits. Her body is screaming. She’s too close, too fucking close—she needs to finish but she also needs to not get caught.

“Uh—yeah. Yeah, just—tired.” “You sure?”

Ellie wants to die.

“Mhm.” “...You sound weird.”

She forces out a laugh. Too forced.

“Nah, dude, I’m good. Just—keep going.” “Mmm… I don’t know… Something’s off with you.”

Her stomach twists.

“Are you—” You pause. “...Are you sick?”

Ellie wheezes. 

Jesus Christ.

She’s getting off to the sound of your voice and you’re over there wondering if she’s running a fever.

She’s never been more embarrassed in her life. 

At this point, she was fucked. LIke, really fucked.

Like, halfway to an orgasm and you think she’s got the flu kind of fucked.

“Sick?” Ellie croaks, trying to force herself back to normal, but her voice is wrecked, all strained and breathless and—fuck, fuck, fuck. “Nah, man, I’m—I’m fine.” “Are you sure?”

You sounded genuinely concerned.

Ellie could throw herself into a wall.

She’s got two fingers deep inside herself, hand shaking, stomach tight, so fucking close, and here you are, probably pouting, thinking she’s got a sore throat or something.

“Mhm,” she grits out, forcing her voice even. “Totally fine. Just—keep talking.”

There’s a pause.

A long one.

Ellie’s heart fucking stops.

“...Ellie.”

Oh, god.

“Are you—” You stop. Then, slowly: “...What are you doing?”

Her whole body seizes.

Her fingers go still.

Heat crawls up her neck, floods her face, sets her whole fucking body on fire.

She should hang up. Throw her phone across the room. Lie and say she fell asleep. Something. Anything.

But she doesn’t.

Because she’s a fucking idiot.

“N—Nothing,” she stammers. Too fast. Too guilty.

And you? You know. She can hear it in your silence.

“Ellie,” you say again, softer this time.

She squeezes her eyes shut. Curls in on herself. Feels her stomach tighten because fuck, even just hearing you say her name like that—

“Are you—” You exhale, slow. “Are you touching yourself?”

Ellie chokes. Actually fucking chokes. 

Her hand jerks away so fast she nearly pulls something.

“What? No—no, dude, I—” She cuts herself off, dragging a hand down her face.

Her body is screaming. Her thighs are still shaking. Her fingers are soaked.

She’s so screwed.

“Ellie.”

Your voice is different now. Not teasing. Not laughing. Just—curious. Maybe even interested.

Ellie swallows hard.

“Keep going.”

Her brain stalls and for a moment she thinks she might’ve imagined it.

“What?” “I–I said… keep going.”

Silence.

Not from you—you’re breathing shallow and steady, like you’re waiting for her to say something. But Ellie’s mind goes blank. Everything in her short-circuiting. She’s half-sure she died and this is purgatory—somewhere between heaven and hell, wrapped in your voice.

Her heart stutters.

“You—” She swallows, throat bone-dry. “You’re serious?” “I mean…” You hesitate. A breath. “You already started, right?”

Ellie exhales hard through her nose, dragging her palm across her mouth. She’s stunned. Embarrassed. But also? Incredibly turned on.

“You’re gonna kill me,” she mutters, the ghost of a grin tugging at her lips. “Not if I get there first.”

The line goes quiet again.

Ellie’s fingers drift back down, slower this time, like testing the waters again. She’s still soaked. Still aching. And now she knows you’re there with her, listening.

“Okay,” she says, voice low. “But if I die, it’s on you.” “Deal.”

Her hand slips under the waistband of her boxers, breath hitching as she touches herself again—slow and deliberate now, no longer hiding. The sound of your breathing crackling through the line only pushes her further.

“Still wearing those stupid pajamas?” she asks, voice rough around the edges. “Mhm. The soft ones.”

Ellie’s eyes flutter shut. She bites her lip.

“And nothing underneath?” “...Wouldn’t you like to know.” “C’mon.” Her voice dips slightly lower. “Humor me.”

You let out a small, breathy laugh, and the way it curls through the phone makes Ellie clench around her fingers.

“Fine,” you say. “Just the top. No bra. No panties.”

Ellie groans. She can’t help it this time. It spills out of her like a secret, ragged and real.

“Fuck. You’re evil.” “You started it.”

She pumps her fingers slowly, building the pressure again, letting your voice carry her right to the edge.

“You’re gonna tell me exactly what you’re doing, Els.”

Ellie shivers.

“Yeah?” she murmurs. “You wanna hear all of it?” “Every single second.”

Her breath shakes as her hips roll forward, chasing the friction.

“Okay,” she says, teeth sinking into her lip. “I’m… on my back. Legs spread. Fingering myself to your voice. Thinking about those lace panties. The yellow ones. How they’d look on you.”

You inhale sharply on the other end. 

“Ellie—” “Yeah?” “I’m—” You falter for a second. “I’m touching myself too.”

Ellie’s whole body jolts, like you flipped a switch in her spine.

“Jesus christ,” she whispers.

Her pace picks up—slippery, hot, the pressure unbearable now. She imagines your hand between her legs, the rise and fall of your chest, your lips parted just barely as you bite back the same kind of sounds she’s making.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” she gasps. “You,” you say instantly. “Your mouth. Your hands. The way you talk when you’re all worked up.”

Ellie moans into the receiver, low and shaky.

You hesitate—but only for a second. Your breath hitches, just loud enough for Ellie to hear it.

“The way you’d take your time with me,” you murmur. “Like I’m something to savor.”

Ellie’s eyes flutter shut. Her fingers move faster, wetter now, her other hand fisting the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping her tethered.

“Fuck,” she groans, jaw tight. “Keep talking. Please.” “I think about your hands on my thighs,” you whisper. “How rough they’d feel, how careful you’d be at first—until you’re not. Until you can’t help yourself.”

Ellie whimpers—actually whimpers—like the image is too much, like it sinks right into her chest and burns through her ribs.

“I’d be so wet for you,” you go on, voice shaking now. “Like I am right now. I’d let you taste me, let you take your time, until I’m begging—until I can’t even remember my name.”

Ellie’s breathing stutters. She’s so close her vision’s going white around the edges.

“You sound so good,” she rasps. “Wish I could hear you in person—wish I could see you.”

You moan, soft and desperate.

“I’m close, Els.” “Me too,” she chokes. “Fuck, keep going—please—don’t stop.” “Want you inside me,” you whisper, needy and ruined. “Want you to fuck me until I can’t think straight—want your fingers, your mouth, anything—everything—I’d take it all.”

Ellie comes hard.

Her whole body locks up, pleasure slicing through her like a live wire. Her legs tremble, her back arches, and she cries out your name into the phone, breathless and broken and absolutely gone.

And then she hears you—your own orgasm chasing hers, your voice all soft gasps and hitched breaths and her name falling from your lips like a prayer.

It’s silent after.

Just the sound of your breathing. Hers. The static warmth of the phone line connecting you both like some fragile, invisible thread.

Ellie laughs quietly, hoarse and giddy.

“That was…” she starts, then lets it trail off, too dazed to even finish the thought. “Yeah,” you say, just as breathless. “That was.”

A pause.

“Hey, Els?” “Yeah?” “Next time you call me like that…” A smile in your voice. “Don’t wait so long to tell me what you want.”

Ellie grins, cheeks still flushed, heart still racing.

“Next time,” she promises. “You’re picking up in person.”

lalala pls enjoy i love all of you

[goatgoesmbe]

adding onto your price x mermaid!reader thought....

price who spends hours that day just sitting atop his boat, talking to you, learning what you like, what you don't like, etc.

he asks if you've ever left the water and you obviously say no, but you'd love to—you'd love to explore, learn what it means to be part of his world (see what i did there)

so he decides he's gotta make it all happen for his future wifey. he lines the back bed of his truck with tarps and fills it up with water for easy transport to his home

i dunno how, but he gets you in there. you survive the 15 minute drive to his flat which isn't too far from the beach and he's already got a ginormous pool in the back that he switched out for fresh water, and also got you an assortment of pool toys and some of those inflatable chairs 'n what not

then if you wanna go dark with it, price decides that he just has to keep you. who can provide for you like he can back where you're from? obviously no one, silly!!! but don't worry, he'll even by some pebbles for the bottom of the pool—like your own personal fish tank.

kay, shutting up now 🤍

YES OMG >O< both to fluff and dark plot yes-

also, in my head mermaid reader wear none of them clams, so you're topless 😌🙂‍↕️

I imagined Price would ask if you wanted to wear anything, he'd love to see you in his shirts. And you'd responded with, why do I need to wear anything

Price paused for a while before agreeing, you're right why would you need to cover those pretty tits? yeah he might get a lil jelly of some bloke eyeing you who's lounging prettily at the back of his truck. But he could handle them himself, it's alright 👁️👁️

He'd keep you in the pool at the back yes- pool toys, decorations and all that included. He also taught you about this thing called the phone.. and the internet, where you could buy more of those pretty- what are they called? floaties?

You're a fast learner, so soon enough you're adding stuff after stuff into the cart before batting your eyelashes at him to pay for them all.

And he'd do it, he'd do anything for you. Anything to keep you happy and stay with him forever.. And while he is a possessive man, there was still an itch at the back of his head, something that told him to get his men to meet you.. to show them what he got that they couldn't even dream to have.

side note: when i was little, i remember boys used to trap little fishes and clip their fin to keep them from being too wild as they would escape- so- 👁️👁️ Price doing that to you when you were unconscious, after putting a load of sedatives in the water without you knowing

and please never shut up, come back u_u)/

[ashthesalamipiece]

Can u do dad Bakugo x mom reader, They have a two year old daughter, they take a trip to the beach, long car ride with tantrums along the way, with class A and they are swimming, making sand castles, collecting sea shells, having a good time, can you make this long too? Ty either way 💖

Enjoy♡

"Sun, Sand, and Tantrums"

The car had been packed since early morning—beach towels, sunscreen, juice boxes, snacks, inflatable floaties shaped like tiny animals, and a diaper bag that could probably be mistaken for a tactical supply kit. You were halfway through double-checking it when a tiny shriek pierced the air.

"NOOOO!! I WAN' THE PURPLE ONE!!"

You sighed, smiling despite yourself, and turned around. Your two-year-old daughter stood in the hallway wearing a bright orange swimsuit, a floppy sunhat two sizes too big, and clutching a blue sand bucket like it betrayed her.

"Sweetheart," you knelt down in front of her, "we packed the purple one in the car, remember? Daddy got it just for you."

Bakugo entered right on cue, rubbing at his temples. “I told her the purple one’s already in the trunk, but she won’t listen,” he grumbled, clearly losing the battle of wills with his own daughter.

"Because it’s too in the trunk, Daddy!" she huffed, tiny arms crossed. “I wan' it now.”

You exchanged a knowing look with your husband and gently scooped her into your arms.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” you said in your ‘mom voice,’ the one that always worked (well—usually). “If you can wait until we get in the car, Mommy will give you a surprise snack. What do you say?”

Her eyes lit up with suspicion and curiosity. “A surprise snack?”

Bakugo raised an eyebrow. “You bribin’ our kid again?”

“Desperate times,” you replied.

Eventually, she nodded solemnly. “Okay. But it better not be carrots.”

---

The Long, Long Car Ride

With your daughter finally settled in her car seat—armed with a snack, a stuffed bear in a swimsuit, and Bakugo’s phone playing toddler songs on loop—you both joined Class A in a convoy of vans heading toward the beach.

It had been Kirishima’s idea—“We all need a break! Plus, Bakugo’s gotta show us he can build the best sandcastle, right?”

“Damn right I will.”

You were in the front passenger seat, Bakugo at the wheel, one hand steady on the wheel and the other resting casually on your thigh. You loved this—these quiet pockets of time where your wild, powerful husband was soft and domestic.

That lasted about 30 minutes.

Then came the first meltdown.

"I DROPPED BEEEAAAARRRRR!"

You turned around instantly, seeing the stuffed bear wedged between her car seat and the door. Her eyes filled with tears as if it were the end of the world.

“Okay, okay, I got it—” you unbuckled your seatbelt while Bakugo grunted.

“Don’t climb back there—are you nuts? We’re on the highway!”

“I’m a mom. Highway rules don’t apply.”

He muttered something about you being insane but eased off the gas just enough to let you shimmy half your body into the backseat to retrieve the bear.

You managed to soothe her—again—with a sticker book and a few verses of her favorite lullaby. She clutched your hand for the next hour and eventually dozed off, just as the salty air began wafting through the open windows.

Bakugo reached over and laced his fingers with yours.

“You’re a badass,” he said.

“Tell me again when we’re chasing her down the beach.”

---

Beach Chaos (and Bliss)

By the time you arrived, the beach was full of color. Class A had already staked a big spot with umbrellas, coolers, and a giant inflatable All Might tube that Kaminari insisted was “vintage.”

Your daughter squealed the moment her feet touched the sand, her earlier tantrums forgotten. She took off running with surprising speed, straight toward the water.

“NOPE!” Bakugo bolted after her. “Get back here, little gremlin!”

She shrieked in laughter as he scooped her up just before she could dive in. “The water’s COLD, you psycho!”

“Daddy said a bad word!” she announced proudly, giggling as Bakugo groaned.

Meanwhile, you helped Jirou and Uraraka set up a blanket. “You’d think after fighting villains, he could handle a toddler.”

“He looks scared of her,” Jirou said, sipping from her juice box.

“He should be,” you grinned.

---

Sandcastles, Seashells, and Sunshine

Later in the afternoon, you and Bakugo helped your daughter build what was, in her words, “the BIGGEST CASTLE IN THE WOOORLD!” Bakugo took it way too seriously, using seashells for crenellations and digging a moat with surgical precision.

“She’s just gonna stomp on it,” you warned.

“I dare her,” he muttered.

Seconds later: STOMP.

Bakugo stared at the ruined tower, then fake-sobbed dramatically while your daughter rolled in the sand, laughing.

“I raised a villain,” he said.

“I blame your genes.”

Afterward, you all went on a seashell hunt—your daughter holding one in each chubby hand, proudly showing them off to Todoroki like she had found ancient treasure.

Todoroki blinked. “These are… very nice shells.”

She gave him one. “This one’s for your ice powers.”

“…Thank you.”

Bakugo took pictures, pretending he wasn’t smiling like a dork every time she handed him a rock or shell “for your BOOM BOOMS, Daddy!”

---

Evening Glow

As the sun dipped low, painting the sky in purples and pinks, Class A lit a little bonfire. Bakugo wrapped you and your daughter in a shared beach towel while she curled up in your lap, cheeks rosy from sun and laughter.

“Did you have fun today?” you whispered.

“Uh huh…” she murmured, already dozing. “My family’s da best.”

Bakugo looked down at you, the firelight catching in his eyes. “She’s right.”

You smiled up at him, heart full, and kissed the corner of his mouth. “We’re a mess, but we’re a good mess.”

He smirked. “The best kinda mess.”

[vampireimiko]

a beach day

warnings, none !! straight fluff :3

note, jeff is literally my son i gave birth to him

"Jeff! Are you ready to go yet?” You asked carrying all of your beach necessities, already on your way out the door. You hear a cheerful "Mrrrr!" followed by the frantic tapping of tiny pawed feet against the floor. Jeff barrels toward you, his tail wagging excitedly as he struggles to carry a small inflatable ring in his mouth. It's a bit too big for him, but he's determined.

"You really think you’ll need that, buddy?" you chuckle, adjusting the bag hanging on your shoulder. Jeff gives an enthusiastic nod—well, as much as a land shark can—before dropping the floatie and hopping in place.

"Alright, alright! Let’s hit the beach!"

As soon as you step outside, Jeff is already zooming ahead, kicking up little clouds of sand when you finally reach the shore. He lets out a delighted mrrr before flopping onto his belly, wiggling deep into the warm sand like it's the best feeling in the world.

"Jeff, we’re supposed to go in the water first," you laugh, but he’s too busy basking. "Just enjoy yourself, it gives me more time to set up.

You shake out a beach towel and start setting up, stealing a glance at Jeff, who is now completely buried in the sand except for his dorsal fin sticking out like a tiny shark warning sign.

“Whoa! Is that a shark?” you hear a voice call out.

Jeff suddenly pops his head out of the sand with a happy mrrr!, his tongue flopping out in a goofy grin. The kids gasp, then burst into giggles.

One of the kids, a little girl holding a bright pink shovel, steps closer. "Can I pet him?"

You glance at Jeff, who is already rolling onto his back expectantly, waiting for belly rubs. "Looks like he’s giving you permission."

As the kids swarm him with gentle pets and scratches, Jeff wiggles happily, his tail slapping against the sand. But the second he spots a beach ball bouncing nearby, he leaps to his feet, letting out an excited mrrrr! before dashing off after it.

“Jeff—wait, that’s not ours!” you call, but it’s too late. He’s already in full zoomie mode, weaving between beach chairs and towels, hot on the ball’s trail.

A group of teenagers playing volleyball stop as Jeff skids to a halt right in front of them, ball firmly in his mouth. One of them blinks. “Dude. Is that a shark?”

“Technically, yes,” you sigh, jogging over. “And he’s very sorry for interrupting your game.”

Jeff, however, doesn’t look sorry at all. In fact, he’s wagging his tail and proudly holding up the ball like he just won a prize.

"Jeff come back over here silly guy, how about we go in the water now? Do you wanna put on your dolphin costume?'

He drops the ball immediately, spinning in excited circles before darting back toward you with another cheerful mrrrr!

You pull the tiny pink dolphin hoodie out of your bag, the little fin on the back flopping as you hold it up. Jeff practically vibrates with excitement as you slip it over his head, his tail wagging wildly. The moment it’s on, he lets out a delighted squeak and sprints toward the water, kicking up sand in his wake.

“Jeff, wait—!” But there’s no stopping him now.

He hits the waves at full speed, paddling with surprising skill despite his stubby limbs. A couple of surfers pause, staring as Jeff zooms past them, the little fin on his costume bobbing above the surface.

Jeff circles back toward you, splashing excitedly before diving underwater. A few moments later, he pops up again, a triumphant mrrr! escaping him—except this time, he’s got something in his mouth.

“Jeff… please tell me that’s not—”

But it is. A very confused crab dangles from his jaws, its little claws waving in protest.

"Put the poor crab down Jeff.."

Jeff’s tail slows as he looks up at you, the crab still hanging from his mouth. His eyes dart between you and his newfound treasure, clearly torn.

"Jeff," you say a little firmer, crossing your arms. "Let the crab go."

He lets out a low, reluctant mrrr... before waddling back toward the shore. Gently, he sets the crab down in the wet sand. The crab, looking utterly bewildered, waves its claws one last time before scuttling away.

"Good boy," you praise, scratching behind Jeff’s fin. He immediately perks back up, his tail wagging once more.

"Want a treat for listening so good? I got your favorite!"

Jeff's eyes light up the moment you mention a treat. His tail starts thumping against the wet sand as he lets out an eager mrrrr! and hops in place.

"Alright, alright," you laugh, digging into your bag. You pull out a small container of his favorite fish-shaped snacks and pop the lid open. Jeff immediately sits, his eyes locked onto the treat in your hand, wiggling with anticipation.

"You're being so patient," you tease, holding it just out of reach for a second longer. "Okay, here you go!"

Jeff snaps up the treat with a happy chirp, munching enthusiastically before licking his chops in satisfaction. He looks up at you, clearly hoping for more.

"Good boy," you chuckle, giving him one more before snapping the lid shut "Alright, now no more stealing crabs, got it?"

Jeff tilts his head like he totally understands… before immediately zooming back into the water.

You sigh, shaking your head as he zips through the waves, this time thankfully not coming back with another sea creature in his mouth. Instead, he starts body-surfing on the waves, the little dolphin fin on his hoodie bobbing up and down like he was meant for this.

A few beachgoers stop to watch, one even pulling out their phone to record. "That is the best thing I’ve ever seen," someone mutters.

You just shake your head with a grin. "That’s Jeff for you."

additional note ! jeff was my first main & lord so he'll have a special place in my heart forever 😭

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[fridjitzu]

So I recently realized the reason why Jean Jacket didn't (as far as we know, anyway) try to hunt the parkgoers at Jupiter's Claim for the six months or so that she was hanging around the valley (at least, until the Star Lasso Experience, but I'll elaborate on my theory about that under the readmore):

The territory was already claimed (lol) by another large, one-eyed floaty thing.

I mean, yeah, it doesn't look much like a fellow sky roomba, but lots of animals are easily spooked by things that only sort of look like things that are dangerous to them. That's why eye spot mimicry is so popular in butterflies and moths, after all, and why cats are so easily spooked by cucumbers.

But then, why did she come anywhere near the arena for her weekly horsey snack for the six months before the SLE? It's on the very edge of the park, but it's still next to the main area, right?

Well, guess who isn't facing in the direction of the arena?

She might have been just pushing her luck each time, seeing how much more territory she could steal behind Lil' Jupe's inflatable back, or maybe she was just thinking "It's not looking at me, so it doesn't care if I hunt the horses that show up in this gulch". Either way, no eye contact = not a threat.

Of course, there's still the question of why JJ suddenly changed up her behavior during the SLE incident. There's evidence of her rampaging through the park itself when OJ arrives on the scene, like the suddenly empty petting zoo, and the pig on the sheriff's building.

My theory on that is: with that horse statue stuck in her craw, she was in pain, and was fixated on looking for a way to flush her system out. Much like how Gordy acted aggressively and didn't listen to his offscreen trainer like he presumably normally would, JJ was too agitated by pain/discomfort to give a shit about respecting presumed territory lines, and it's not like Lil' Jupe was doing anything to stop her in the moment. She just had "ow ow ow still sore, must find more prey and eat it, that will flush out the sore thing" going on in whatever her equivalent of a brain might be.

(a minor tangent: I will note that there's what appears to be a body of water next to the park, which I think would have probably worked to flush the horse statue out just as well as pureed parkgoer, but who knows if JJs even know how to drink water? They live in clouds, they can probably absorb all the water they need from the atmosphere.)

(Here's screencap proof that I'm not just pulling that detail out of my ass.)

Anyways, back to my main point:

The implication that JJ had been considering Lil' Jupe a rival sky beastie defending its territory for that whole ass six months before the main events of the movie also makes the final confrontation kinda extra dramatic (and funny) in context. It's not just her having sudden beef with a random thing with an eye this time - from JJ's perspective, it's her rival, whose territory is frequently swarming with prey, and now, instead of just lurking near the ground, it's in the clouds with her! And she's already agitated and upset from beefing with the Haywoods, so no wonder she jumped to trying to eat it so quickly. (Not that it ended well for her. Nobody fucks with Haywood, after all.)

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[4:51 pm]

(cw: children) (gn!reader)

Summer trips were great. You got to relax, have fun, enjoy the sun, and show your kids new experiences. So far this summer you'd taken them on a beach trip, picnics outside, camping in the backyard, and today you were all at the water park.

Even though your kids weren't old enough to go on any of the big rides, your son had had the time of his life. He ran under the huge bucket of dumped water every chance he got, slid down the tiny slides with excited screams, and played with the other kids.

It had been tough to get him out of the water to eat or drink something, and it was pointless to argue with an almost 4 year old, but here he was- passed out beside you face down on the towel with his mouth wide open. You smiled, pushing his hair out of his face. He was so funny, he hadn't even wanted to take off his water wings and stirred every time you tried to take them off.

Your daughter, on the other hand had been a whole different story. Every time the 11 month old touched the water her whole body scrunched up with a whine. So while dad!Jaehyun was helping your son in the water and taking him down the slides made for children, you were with your daughter under the umbrella. You had both tried many times, just in the shallow pool, lightly splashing her- she hated it. Maybe when she was older.

Now, it was Jaehyun's turn to try to take her in the water again. He popped into the lazy river with her floatie- with the canopy- an important distinction. He held his arms out and you handed off your baby girl. She whined and wriggled in his wet hold until she was sat in the duck inflatable and felt the current of the lazy river.

That had been about 20 minutes ago and you'd watched her and Jaehyun float by 3 times. She was loving it. The sunglasses covered most of her face, but her excited kicks and arms flapping told you all you needed to know, baby girl was loving it.

At one point, Jaehyun had stopped in front of you so you could pass him his drink, and she whined kicking her legs beneath the water to keep moving. It had apparently been enough to wake up the boy beside you. He opened his eyes groggily, looking around and noting that his baby sister was no longer in your hold. "Baby is in the water?" he asked tiredly.

You laughed, "yes, she is. She and Appa are in the lazy river right now."

"Let's go, you too. Come on!" he cheered.

You laughed, "alright, come on."

For the next hour or so, you all floated around the lazy river. Your son happily floated beside you and Jaehyun, swimming from wall to wall, and tickling his sister to get her to laugh. The energy however, didn't last long. By the time the hour was coming to a close, Jaehyun was carrying your son who had passed out on his shoulder again and you were leading the inflatable duck through the water with your daughter who was fighting her sleep and losing.

"We should do this everyday, they never go down this easily. They're definitely sleeping through the night!" Jaehyun cheered in a whisper while going up the stairs of the lazy river with your son in one arm and your daughter's floatie in the other.

"Next time, you get to watch the stuff and be stuck under the umbrella all day," you whispered back in response.

"Fine with me, as long as they go down this easily again," Jaehyun shrugged while loading the wagon full of everything you guys had brought with you. You were happy and relieved that the day had turned out so well. You were even more happy that the rest of the evening would be quiet with 2 tired kids.

[shuacore]

svt & subspace (m)

1.4k a/n: again... idk where this came from.. just something i've been thinking abt the past couple days yippee!! (NSFW)

seungcheol — the first time you hit true subspace it turns him on to no end. loooves knowing he can make you feel so good your mind goes blank (he'll never let you forget it). you turn even more pliant, willing to do anything he wants you to do. he makes sure you know your safe word before anything else, sometimes repeating the question over and over until he gets a clear answer. despite how much he might want it, seungcheol will usually stop you from doing things just to please him, knowing your altered state might be urging you to do things you can’t fully consent to. seungcheol thinks subspace is hot, but only if you’re present enough to stop anything you don’t want to do. 

jeonghan — like seungcheol, jeonghan loves seeing you slip into subspace, loves seeing how you turn to putty in his hands, how willing you become to please him. with how eager and cocky jeonghan is, it’s not unusual for you to float away during sex right before an orgasm or after an intense one. unlike seungcheol, however, if you want him to face fuck you while you’re in subspace who is he to say no? will make sure you have a clear safe word/gesture, and will ask you to repeat it to him a few times before you start. always asks you a few times if you’re sure. it’s not the most productive when he has to drag answers out of you, but the last thing he wants to do is hurt his angel when you’re so ready to please him.

joshua — joshua cares about you so much and wants you to know that he’ll always be there to take care of you. he lets you know he’s there by slipping his hand into yours, grounding you. physical touch is a big thing for him, slowly bringing you back down to your body when you’re ready. joshua is so in tune with you and your body he knows exactly where to touch you and what to say to keep the good feelings going. subspace usually happens for you right before you come, and—like clockwork—as soon as he reminds you how much he loves you it sends you right over the edge where joshua is ready to catch you. 

jun — you’ve talked about it being a thing, but jun never thought he would actually get see it happen. the first time it happens, he sees the moment you feel pleasure so intense you lose the ability to speak. he never thought he’d be that good and he’s both a little surprised and also soooo turned on by the way you go limp, eyes almost rolled back in your head as haze overtakes you. the first time it happens, jun’s a little too eager and yanks you out of it a little too fast, leaving you a little disoriented. he feels really bad about it after, but jun is a quick learner and picks up on what you like and how to make the experience as enjoyable as possible for the both of you.

wonwoo — wonwoo’s thing is degradation, and after a particularly rough session of degradation and humiliation it sends you right over the edge into a floaty headspace. you don’t even have to come to get there. he’ll usually keep teasing you, dragging out your dumb state for as long as possible. he knows, however, that he can get intense during scenes so when you eventually come down he’s careful to give you lots of loving and praises for taking it so well. wonwoo loves to be mean, but he also loves you and wants you to know that none of what he says is true.

woozi — jihoon is split half and half. finds it hot, also not always the most patient. he loves to rile you up, watch you lean into it and inflate his ego. he loves making you feel good, but he also wants to good. when you linger in subspace for a long time he gets a little impatient and tries to bring you down before you're ready. he doesn't do it to be rude or mean, he just wants to keep loving on you. things to do (you) and places to be (work)!

hoshi — soonyoung loves to be the best at everything. whether that’s performing on stage or in the bedroom, he needs to know that he’s on top. (literally.) he loves to be mean and see you fold under his silver tongue—he loves to go back and forth between sickly praise and cold degradation and see you writhe and beg under him. seeing you sink into subspace goes straight to his dick and his ego. will always praise you after, letting you know he enjoyed it and wants to make sure you enjoyed it, too. you find it sexy how much soonyoung cares, which makes it that much easier for you to trust him so wholly.

minghao — minghao is all about trust, and he finds it sexy that you trust him enough to let him be with you when you slip into subspace. minghao isn’t a gentle lover, per se, but he is intense and prioritizes intimacy above all else. he knows it’s a delicate and deeply personal state to be in around someone else and will never make you do anything transactional. if he’s feeling extra mean, however, he’ll make fun of you for being so compliant...which usually goes straight to your core, leading to another round.

mingyu — mingyu is torn between finding it the hottest thing ever and trying not to panic (just a little) when you go nonverbal. on one hand yeah, he fucked your brains out and turned you ultra-dumb but on the other hey, are you okay baby? can you say something please? mingyu is sometimes too good with his cock for his own good that he’s always a little surprised when you enjoy it that much. he also secretly enjoys how needy it makes you and how you cling to him and love all up on him after a vigorous round.

dokyeom — short answer: freaks out. the likelihood of slipping into full subspace with a man who hates the idea of people being mad at him is… low. but once seokmin tried being meaner than usual with his words and his cock and it turned you on so much that after your fourth orgasm in a row you go nonverbal. seokmin stresses, petting your hair, asking you to breathe for him, to say something, “are you okay?? hey, what’s happening?” until you slowly come back to earth (after the fact you tease him a little for wigging out so much, but secretly you’re touched he cares just that much.) safe to say, the two of you don’t take it that far very often. 

seungkwan — seungkwan seems the type to be more gentle and doesn’t really like being mean to you, so it seems like it’d be rare. but maybe, like seokmin, he switches it up every now and then and the change in pace is so hot to you that you become more sensitive to his touch and his words. it leaves you feeling a little lightheaded, making it easier for you to slip into subspace. the first time it happens, seungkwan is a little stressed but lets you stay in it as long as you need to. when you come down he wants to talk about your triggers so he can be more prepared to keep you feeling as good as possible.

vernon — ever the silent support, vernon will stay with you the whole time, maybe petting your cheek or rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs until you float back down to earth. he thinks it’s hot he can make you feel that good, but doesn’t ever want to yank you out of it, so he lets you feel what you need to for as long as possible. sometimes if it’s been a while, vernon will press a few kisses to your cheek and ask if you’re doing good. if you don’t respond he’ll leave you be, reminding you every once in a while he’s still here with you. once you come down he’s there with a few quiet praises and reminders how much he loves you. 

dino — likes knowing he can send you there. (a lot.) his favorite method is a combo of taunting and edging and watching you get completely lost in pleasure when he finally lets you come. chan looooves seeing you go all dumb, words jumbled as you tell him how good he makes you feel. unless you explicitly say it’s okay before a session, he’s not super keen on forcing you to do anything when you’re not entirely present in your head. the only thing chan loves more than making you feel amazing is taking care of you after, supplying you with plenty of attention and love to keep you warm.

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come yell at me! tell me your fantasies and your fears!

other stuuuuff :P

[dandysworldhcs]

Drops how I would think the passives of some toons work for sillies !! :3

- Boxten : He feels more confident in extracting whenever there's more toons around, cause he feels safe.

- Poppy : She gets a boost of like adrenaline. Or her fight , flight , freeze goes off when she gets hit.

- Shrimpo : Being a skill issue /j

- Looey : Tbh I feel like he would be more faster if he inflated instead of deflated as he's more floaty. Perhaps something similar as Poppy's

- Rodger : Persistence of knowing more.

- Finn : I can't explain this well also I realized I'm practically doing every toon with a passive so lile here's this :

" OH YEA A MACHINE IS DONE LETS GO 🔥🔥🔥 "

- RnD : Razzle is more outgoing so it's obvious when he takes control he is a lot faster as of Dazzle who is the opposite is a bit slower.

- Mb if any rares have a passive I'm sick rn

- Pebble : dawg, he's a dawg. He's one of the only toons with a nose so he is able to smell the items, and perhaps they have different sents.

- Shelly : " OH YEA A MACHINE IS DONE LETS GO 🔥🔥🔥🔥 "

- Bobette : The Christmas spirit.

- Vee : I don't know machine anatomy but Vee could possibly connect to the software of the machines to tell where they are

- Sprout / the reason I'm doing this. : He hears everyone's heartbeats, it's quiet but gets louder the less heart the toon has.

- Astro : Powernaps, or the fact that he has a high stealth that he doesn't really need to run a lot.

- Dandy : He doesn't even go on runs and if he's on a run he's a foe about to 180 you into oblivion.

( could I be microwavable anon ? :3 )

OH YEAH A MACHINE IS DONE LETS GOOOOOOOOO

[synthetickitsune]

Erase Me ✧ c.hs

Pairing: android Hansol Vernon Chwe x human reader (gn) Genre: angst Summary: Time's running out. Refuse to make the newer android models compatible with the software of the older ones and boom, you can make way more money than you could ever need. Only you're not a company and you're not trying to make money. You're just trying to keep Vernon alive. Word count: 2.5k Warnings: slow deterioration, forced memory loss A/N: inspired by this post by @lumpywhump and also lowk inspired by my personal supplier of sad ai facts aka my dad and the shit he makes me cry about

The room would be silent if it wasn’t for the hum of the aircon and the whirring coming from Vernon’s open skull. The organized mess of wiring, components you don’t even know the names of, the small LED diodes blinking at you like stars in the night sky. It makes you feel like you’re looking at something humans weren’t supposed to see.

The days are getting longer and hotter. Stifling. You literally stand right where the air blows at you from the aircon and still you feel like you can’t breathe. There’s no escaping the heat and the vaguely dreamy, floaty feeling you get in the later hours of the day. The nights provide no relief either and you’re stuck with your thoughts because you can’t sleep. Even the android sleeps better than you lately.

“So, uh,” Vernon hesitates, which is unlike him. You feel like you’re going to be sick. “It’s between my oh moment and when we first held hands this time.”

You breathe in slowly, a deep breath that inflates your lungs until it hurts. In a way, you are lucky. The choices only started getting heartbreaking recently. You exhale slowly.

“I,” he sighs, “What do you think?”

“It’s your memories, love,” you shake your head and sit down behind him, wrapping your arms around his body. Warm. The way metal warms up on a hot day, not the comfort of organic bodies or warm water. His shoulder is hard under your chin. The newer models are softer. More human-like. Perhaps they could simulate the comforting feeling.

Not that that’s the selling point. They come with bigger memory storage. And, you suppose, better software as far as memory organization is concerned. Not this “pick between these two random options” Sophia’s choice torture of memory erasure that he has to go through on a separate, ancient computer that he has to plug into and that accepts his memory card. 

The mechanical parts inside of his skull buzz right next to your ear. It always gets a little louder when he’s thinking.

“We will hold hands again,” he says slowly, “But I can only fall in love with you for the first time once.”

“I mean it’d be the first time again if you deleted it,” you try to joke but it just sounds dry and forced. He doesn’t say it, and maybe it’s only because he doesn’t consider it an option, but there’s the chance he wouldn’t fall in love with you again. Maybe you’re just making this worse for yourself.

The whirring quietens. People used to say androids are hard to decipher. They must’ve never been close to one.

“It wouldn’t be the same,” he leans his head against yours cautiously, minding the sharp edges of the plates of his open skull, “And it’d be more noticeable.”

You try to swallow but your throat is too dry and too tight. It feels like there’s no oxygen in the room. Usually you’d blush and giggle at the insinuation that he thinks about the moment he fell in love with you often. Today you can’t. It doesn’t even register.

Anyway, he’s right. Holding hands isn’t that big of a deal. You have no idea why you’re both being so dramatic. Maybe it’s because this is the first time he’s forced to lose some memory of you. Before they could be saved in exchange for some of his random trivia knowledge. It’s barely there now and it’s heartbreaking.

It also feels wrong. Like he’s losing himself to keep you. It makes you sick. He won’t listen, stubborn as he is. You do wonder, though, if the only reason he’s still by your side after so long is because he cut his world too narrowly around you.

“Yeah, go ahead,” you nod. And just like that, in a couple of seconds, it’s done. The world is still turning. The time doesn’t stop for even a second. You remember the shy, careful way his hand slipped into yours. Your fingers intertwined and you wondered about how cool his synthetic skin felt against yours. It was fall and the coolness was not very welcomed.  

You still remember - he doesn’t.

Does he still remember that he used to be against this? Despite it being completely natural. He used to say you deserved better. You keep telling him the same. 

He hands you the compartment he’s holding and you carefully slide it back into its place inside his metal cranium. The structure closes automatically and he looks human again. Almost. The whirring gets louder, quicker. You don’t have time to pay it much mind while you help Vernon get on the couch and lie down. 

The memory isn’t the only issue he’s dealing with recently. 

The thing about the older models is that there’s very little that can be done for them. Screw the system made to force people to upgrade, to keep buying. Refuse to make the older and newer models compatible in any way and boom, you can make way more money than you could ever need. 

There are rumors of people who could help your situation but honestly, who even can afford their services. No matter how much you’d be willing to sacrifice just to help your lover live. And to remember. It’s paralyzing to know that no matter what you do, it won’t even come close to being enough.

The list of the memories lost keeps growing. It’s gonna keep growing, inevitably. Most of them have been insignificant so far, fortunately. It’s not gonna be that way forever. Today was the wake up call.

With Vernon asleep, you can only blankly stare into space. There’s nothing you can do. Nothing to help him. Nothing at all to save him.

It feels selfish to worry about it, to cry about it, to despair about it. It’s not your mind to begin with. Sharing the burden doesn’t help. You know it’s slowly getting to Vernon too. You don’t need to literally hear his mind race to notice whenever he realizes there’s a blank space where something should be. 

It’s a cursed circle, forgetting, learning again, only to be forced to forget not long after. There’s no help. It’s hopeless. No matter where you search, who you ask. It’s always so far out of reach that you’re not sure whether it’s a good thing or not that at least there’s no hope.

And the issues keep stacking. Not only the memory. Not only the energy draining out of him faster. Vernon hides it from you, but you know. You notice. When you lie together, hold each other under the blanket he doesn’t need, he’ll admit he’s scared. He can feel himself fading away. He never goes into specifics, living with him as long as you do he doesn’t need to anyway. 

The light at the end of the tunnel, the light that’s supposed to be hope, feels more like a train speeding towards you. The clock is ticking and you feel it in your bones. Tick-tock. Your days are numbered. Time’s running out. No matter how much you dig your heels in, you’ll be dragged forward whether you want it or not.

It’s just one blow after another.

The notification of a software update that’s supposed to erase some of the issues with the functionality of androids of Vernon’s type.

You dread the size of it. 

It’s already noon and he’s still asleep. Yesterday he decided to sacrifice the couple months you spent at your first shared home in hopes it’d solve things for some time.

You wonder if that’s gonna be enough.

You wonder if one day it’ll be better if he forgets you completely.

Probably. But then again so much of your lives is intertwined that it might just cause more confusion and chaos. It’s not like you could abandon him, you’d still want to take care of him, protect him, make sure he can live as happily as possible for as long as his luck holds.

You brush away some of the synthetic hair from his face. It all takes so much from him. The demands are getting higher, his system and body can’t keep up. Every little change requires so much power to pull off. The software update will be the worst in a while, especially because of the deterioration. Vernon guesses it might take weeks for him to gain consciousness again. 

It’s just not fair that he looks so much like a human. You suppose the slow and inevitable decline towards death is human too, and just like for humans, it can’t be changed, it’s not always fair. You know. But it hurts.

You wipe away the tears that spilled thinking about the future that might not be as distant as you thought.

Vernon doesn’t know what to do. If it was up to him, he likely wouldn’t do anything. No erasing memories, no updates. He’d accept the hand he was dealt and focus on experiencing as much as the limit of his body would allow him. Eventually, something would happen and he’d either shut down or break beyond repair and - hopefully - conscience. 

It’s not really only up to him, though, and that’s the issue. He doesn’t doubt that you'd support his decision even if it meant less time left with him, but he doesn’t want to hurt you like that. Whatever happens, you’ll get left behind. So he wants to help you have less regrets. He can see you’re not ready to let go and maybe you never will be. It makes him grateful and sad at the same time.

The day of the update is getting closer. So he’s revisiting all his options again and getting too sentimental for his own good. He’s just tired of all this. Tired of forgetting. Tired of losing himself. That’s what it feels like he’s been doing all along - just chipping away at himself? And for what? Survival instinct that’s so laughably pointless for synthetic life?

Honestly, he doesn’t want to go through with it. There exists a point where self-preservation makes no sense and he’s just about reached it.

What’s it gonna fix anyway? His days are numbered. He knows. While the updates would improve his quality of life, it’d only be at the expense of things he values more. If it came sooner, he’d jump at the opportunity. Now it feels like slapping a duct tape on a totaled car.

“Let’s not do the update,” he finally says once you join him in the living room. The morning is still too fresh for this kind of talk but he’s never been the type to put things off. At least he thinks so. 

You stare at him for a few seconds and then nod, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You used to sleep much longer. Now it feels to him like you’re getting up at these ridiculous hours just to make sure he’s still there. Not so much physically but the point stands.

“Any particular reason?” There’s no accusation, no blame. This conversation could probably be avoided if he was more open about everything. He made his choices though. 

“It’s too late for it to be meaningful,” he hopes it says enough. 

You’ve always worried too much about him. And you know him too well. Deep down you must’ve noticed the things he doesn’t point out. His fine motor skills are getting worse. His “senses” aren’t as sharp either. His memories are losing quality. Replaying some of the older ones in the full quality they were recorded in would probably send him into a coma.

You don’t need to know all the details. You feel it. You know. And that’s all that matters.

At this point you’re just wiping away tears, not trying to wake up.

“It will be better,” he approaches it reasonably, “It wouldn’t change much. And your power bill is already high enough as it is.”

You don’t laugh at his joke but you nod.

“At least we should have more time,” he continues, “I don’t mind keeping up what we do now for you. Well, for me too. I really do love you. I don’t want to leave you.”

A weak “shut up” is all you can muster as you stumble forward and fall into his embrace. Your body shakes with sobs. Crying is another ability he’s given up. The fluid had no other function. The emotions can still be felt. Not making the system perform a purely performative task saves some energy and computing power. He rarely used it anyway. Even now, what would it change? You understand how he feels without the show of emotions.

He wraps an arm around your waist and pats your back with the other. His feelings wouldn’t get properly conveyed through tears even if he could cry. It’s too late for them, too. All that’s left is to make peace and live while he can, as much as his body and system allow him. For now he’ll hold you like this. His fingers fist in your shirt. That must be enough.

There’s nothing he can say to soothe you, so he doesn’t. He lets you cry it out. You’ll think clearer afterwards. You’ll see his point, eventually. Again, you know. You know it all, just as he does.

Just like him, you just need to come to terms with it. 

“I have some more memory left now,” he whispers into your hair, “Let’s take advantage of that. We’ll decide what to do next when we come to that bridge.”

For now, that’s all he can come up with.

He hopes that the time until that happens will be long enough for the world to end. So that nobody would get abandoned, nobody would have to mourn and learn to live again.

Perhaps things would be different if he wasn’t avoiding the necessary conversation like a coward. It’s madness to keep doing the same thing over and over again, it’s unsustainable. Things would just keep getting worse. He deserves more - you both do. Perhaps especially you. 

“You know what you want to do, right?” you ask with a shaky voice.

“It doesn’t feel right,” Vernon admits, “I knew you knew. Let’s not worry about it now.”

“You went along with my vision long enough,” you sigh, burying your face deeper into his chest, “Let’s do it your way now.”

He nods, knows you can feel it. His way, for now, is to hold you. It doesn’t solve anything. It hurts. He feels his brain whirring while he recollects all the times he’s held you like this. There’s nothing more he can commit to memory about how your body feels against his. That’s a relief.It doesn’t change anything, but if it doesn't make the problem worse, it feels like standing here and holding you until his body gives out isn’t the worst thing to do.

[burrotello]

I'm a Jax shipper, but I need to know what ship suits him best. What kind of boat is best for the doofus dork man? Dinghy? Kayak? A full on schooner? Is he an inflatable raft kinda guy? A leaky lil flat bottom with sputtering engine and no oars cuz he forgot them on shore?

He wishes he was a yacht, but let’s be so honest, he’s a pool floaty at best.

[se-sissy-lina04]

Sissy’s Masterlist

The Water Crisis continues

Setting: Afternoon. Blistering heat. CT-Cassa, 12th floor balcony.

You, in sunglasses and a floppy sunhat, sit back in a lounge chair you definitely bought on sale. Your toes swirl in a bright inflatable kiddie pool. There’s a citrusy cocktail in your hand. A book rests face-down on your lap. A fan hums behind you. You are, in a word, thriving.

Across the building, chaos brews.

On the 212th balcony

A sweaty, shirtless Boil stomps in circles between potted plants, shaking a caf can full of pebbles.

Waxer, holding a misting bottle: “Boil. It’s not going to work.”

Boil: “The plants respond to positive delusion! I read about it in a… book. Maybe.”

He throws his arms wide and yells to the sky: “OH GLORIOUS WATER SPIRITS—SHOWER US WITH YOUR BOUNTY!”

Nothing happens.

A leaf falls.

You sip your drink and click your tongue. “Tragic,” you murmur.

Down on the 501st floor

Jesse is duct-taping a “WATER HERE” sign to a fake puddle drawn with chalk.

Fives lies nearby like a collapsed poet, muttering: “We were born in tubes of water… now we die in the absence of it…”

Tech, standing in the courtyard with a scanner: “There is a 0.3% chance of precipitation in this district today.”

Wrecker: “THAT’S STILL HOPE!”

Back on your balcony

You slide your sunglasses down and raise your glass in their direction.

You: “To the Republic’s finest. May they never discover bottled water.”

You kick up a small splash with your foot. A stray droplet flings through the air and lands on Boil’s arm.

He gasps. Drops to his knees.

“…the spirits heard me.”

You: Smug level: MAXIMUM.

Later:

The sun is a merciless tyrant, and the clones? A bunch of increasingly dehydrated war criminals in desperate need of hydration and a functioning central A/C.

You? Queen of shade. Literally.

Setting: Blistering Afternoon — CT-Cassa, Balcony of Civilization

You have upgraded. You now got two fans pointed at you (“for variety,” you claim) and a pineapple-shaped floaty bobbing beside you with snacks on top. The pages of your book flutter in the breeze. You’re not reading it anymore. You’re watching. Observing. Documenting the downfall of clone society via heatstroke.

You reach for your glass.

You: “They’ve begun the descent into madness.”

212th Battalion Balcony – Heat-Induced Ritual Hour

Boil has fashioned a crown of leaves. Waxer is now using the misting bottle on him, not the plants.

Boil, whispering to a succulent: “Only you understand me.”

Waxer: “Your sunburn has developed sentience. Please stop licking the condensation off the windows.”

A flash of movement—Boil darts to the edge of the balcony, holding a bowl.

Boil: “WATER RUNOFF! I SAW IT! FROM THE AIR CONDITIONER!”

You (from across the way): “That’s freon, sweetie.”

Boil sniffs the bowl. His eyes cross slightly. He drinks it anyway. Waxer tackles him mid-chug. Screaming ensues.

501st Floor – Despair and DIY

Jesse has built a shrine.

Not just a fake puddle anymore. No. This is performance art.

A chalk-drawn lake, a fold-out lawn chair, a sad beach umbrella, and a single, glorious sign that reads: “Bring Back Kamino.”

Fives, still sprawled across the hot concrete like a dying poet:

Fives: “The water called to us once… now it is but a dream. A puddle in the mind…”

Kix (entering): “YOU NEED ELECTROLYTES, YOU DRAMA LEECH.”

Jesse, holding his own sweat in a plastic cup: “If I cry hard enough, will it form a pond?”

Courtyard – Tech’s Lost Hope & Wrecker’s War Cry

Tech, scanning the sky again: “The odds are now down to 0.1%.”

Wrecker, hoisting a tarp like a flag: “THEN WE CHARGE THE SKY! WE MAKE OUR OWN STORM!”

Echo (sitting in the shade of a garbage bin): “This is how civilization ends.”

Suddenly, a loud buzzing noise—Hardcase zips by on a repurposed cooling unit with fans strapped to his back. He screams something about being the “WIND AVATAR” and clips a clothesline mid-flight. Boxers rain down like flags of surrender.

You, your Balcony Throne of Smug

You lift your cocktail glass.

You (to yourself): “I am not the hero of this heatwave… I am its observer. Its chronicler. Its survivor. Not my fault they are too proud to go to the corner store.”

You dunk your feet again.

A small, plastic palm tree floats by. Attached to it is a sticky note. A message.

Note: “dear goddess of water & shade – please spare us one cube of ice. - 212th”

A second note beneath: “also. do you have sunscreen? Boil looks like a boiled Boil.”

You sigh. Stand up. Wander inside.

A moment later, a small box sails across the courtyard attached to a parachute made from an old T-shirt.

Inside:

– One mini bottle of SPF 50

– One cube of ice

A note: “Only one of you may drink. Choose wisely.”

Chaos erupts.

[misvoidbunny]

Jeff the Land Shark and Damian Wayne.

Okay while reading a pool theme batfamily fanfic, an idea pop into my head. What if Damian Wayne from DC comics met Jeff the Land Shark from marvel comics?

Bruce: Damian what is that?

Damian: *drinking lemonade by the pool while Jeff swims around* A lemonade, father.

Please this needs fanfics

Steph: *laying on the floor of the living room manor* It's soooo hottttt- I'm dyinggggg save me casss

Cass: *sitting next to the fan*

Dick: *Kicks the door of the living room*

Dick: IT'S POOL TIME

Duke: There's a pool?!

Tim: Do you forget how rich Bruce is? Ofc there is a pool- There's three-

*Time skip*

Dick: *Laying on a inflatable floaty in the bed*

Babs: *Under the a umbrella, with bottles of water around her*

Cass: *just floating like a star fish in the pool*

Steph: *pushing Duke into the pool*

Duke: *pulling Steph into the pool*

Jason: *throwing water balloons at Tim*

Tim: OI WHAT THE HELL?! * running from Jason and trying to get a water gun*

Bruce: *sitting in a lounge chair watching the chaos*

Dick: *Look around* Wait where's Damian?

Damian: Right here Grayson. *Standing near the pool*

Dick: *yelps and falls into pool*

Jason: *laughing*

Bruce: Damian what is that?

Damian: *holding Jeff like Simba in the lion king* This is Jeff. I found him near the lake.

Tim: Does that shark has legs?

Damian: *nods* Yes. Do you want to see what I taught Jeff?

Duke: Sure?

Damian: Jeff! Tackle Grayson!

Dick: *coming out from under the water* Wait what?!

Jeff: *jumps onto dick's face*

Dick: *screaming for a minute then realizing Jeff is just chilling on his face*

Dick: *pull Jeff off of his face* Wow- You a friendly fellow!

Bruce: We are not keeping him

Damian: Father wait! Jeff use puppy eyes

Jeff: *looks up at Bruce with puppy shark eyes*

Bruce:

Bruce: No.

Bruce:

Bruce: *sighs* Maybe...

[redthemarten]

OKAY IDK IF YOUVE SEEN THE STUFF ABOUT ZZZ GETTING SKINS (I’m rlly excited tbh)

But it’s now left in my mind the thought of Lighter getting skins, and I have had 3 goofy concepts:

1. Cowboy Lighter (specifically him as a deputy and Ceaser as a sheriff, them matching is cute to me)

2. Lighter in either a body guard outfit or a suit

3. LIGHTER SWIMSUIT SKIN EXCEPT ITS THE GOOFIEST THING EVER. Like him with an inflatable pool floatie and sunscreen on his face and arms.

Also ofc he’d keep his sunglasses in all they’d just change slightly in style. BUT YEAH I HAD THESE THOUGHTS, AND NEEDED MY FELLOW LIGHTER FAN TO HEAR THEM. Also how are you feeling about skins in zzz and are you hyped abt anyone specifically getting one/any of the three shown? (I love Nicole’s personally)

I have seen them!! I also like Nicole's, it's very cute and the colors match her well!

Now this is gonna sound sad, but it actually never even crossed my mind that male characters might also be getting skins at one point, LOL (I'm too disillusioned about gacha am I not)

but now that you've MENTIONED IT, I could probably kill a person for a Lighter skin. I LOVE all of your ideas.... bodyguard Lighter in a suit... mmm yesss........yes......... the possibilities are endless.....

If we're talking delusions, then how about an entire beach episode, haha? Wouldn't that be cool (I also immediately thought "pool floatie" even before I finished reading the sentence!!!)

And about other characters I'd like to see having skins... I think Lycaon and Corin having matching skins would be cute <3 Even something basic like Little Red and Big Bad Wolf (dressed in Granny's clothes, hehe). Or maid Lycaon and butler Corin?

[sidneyb16]

Activities to Script for your Love Island DR 💋🥂🏝

Making this after being inspired by @heartavenue love island dr post and I knew what I had to do bc I'm doing something similar: a celebrity resort au/vacation/lesbian love island reality show where me and a bunch of other girls are living in this supercute villa near a resort in Miami

Would You Rather?: A couple's card game I found on Amazon that comes with 5 different categories: Cute Couple Stuff, Thinking Cap Time, It's Getting Hot In Here, Keeping It Light, & Out of This World

Thirst Trap Costume Party: Love Island's heart rate challenge, but different. everyone dresses up in cute costumes and thirst traps it up imagine your s/o's reaction when she sees you dressed up as a cheerleader or waitress or cowgirl (Serena inspried) or cat (JaNa inspired) or a cutie nurse (Leah indspired) 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Making Sweethearts Boxes: This is soooo sims 4 Lovestruck coded. y'all make cutesy little treat boxes with like cookies, chocolate truffles, chocolate covered strawberries/pretzels/marshmallows

Cake Date: Have some cake and ice cream with your crush just the thought of cutting a cute vintage heart cake with your crush like it's your wedding day and playfully smashing pieces into each other's faces UGHAODJWND SOO CUTE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Fast Food Dinner Party: THIS has been a dream date of mine for SO LONG! Get food from your favorite fast food restaurant and set the table up all fancy for you and the other guests our make it cute and small for the two of you 🫠🥰🫶

Bubble Bath Pool Party: Need I say more? A bunch of GORGEOUS girls in cute outfits and swimsuits and there's bubbles and soap and pool floaties and soft serve ice cream and slushies and smores

Paint & Sip: get a bunch of painting supplies and make cutesy cocktails

Nostalgia Night: LITERALLY the adult version of a children's birthday party in the early 2000s: childhood snacks, butterfly clips, glitter tattoos, candy necklaces, ALSO I FOUND THIS INFLATABLE MONEY BOOTH ON AMAZON AND YOU CAN FILL IT WITH FAKE MONEY

Christmas Shopping/Secret Santa: (I KNOWWWWWWW this is supposed to be a summer vacation thing but WE HALFWAY TO CHRISTMAS AND I'M GONNA THROW THIS ONE IN DANGIT) Imagine making Christmas lists and filling out secret santa questionnaires and putting them in envelopes like you're mailing a letter to Santa. Not to mention running through a shopping mall to finds gifts for everyone feels like a movie and I need that moment

Victoria's Secret Slumber Party: if you live in a house with a bunch of girls this is practically a NO BRAINER, making pink drinks and desserts, wearing cute lingerie and pajamas and watching VS Fashion Shows and having pillow fights with feathers flying everywhere and then you start making out with your crush WHO SAID THAT

Home Cafe: Think Starbucks at home with a coffee bar, pastries, brunch, cereal, if you're having several nights out on the town, you legit need this

Drive In Movie Date: Kordell and Serena you will always be famous 😭🫶💚

Have a "Galentines" party with your girls: Fun fact that I learned last year: National Girlfriend Day is actually a day to celebrate female friendships so it's basically a second Galentines Day!

Ice Cream Buffet: for when it gets hotter than the England heatwave of 2020 (or Texas summer) and you need to cool off

Also this gif is sooo love island coded