#zesty tries to write something

[zestyderg]

PART 1 OF THE DINA SICK FIC. I TOLD YOU GUYS I'D WRITE THIS ONE. ALSO YES I DID JUST SAY PART 1. THIS IS GONNA BE WAY LONGER THAN ANTICIPATED.

CW for sickness. Like fevers and stuff of that sort. That's about it.

Warm brown eyes blinked open slowly, and then immediately screwed shut when unusually harsh sunlight burned them. Dina groaned irritably. Ugh, she should have closed her blinds tighter last night! Ah well, if the sun's up then she should make an effort to be up, too. After all, she promised Pauleen a fossil battle today, and being up early meant that she would be free to hunt for the best fossils while everyone else was still asleep.

As she began to sit up, she realized that she felt far warmer than usual. Huh, guess maybe she had the blankets on too tight. That, or the air conditioning wasn't working. Tossing her blankets aside, she stood up, only for her body to complain by aching all over. Did she sleep in the wrong position last night? Surely she didn't overwork herself on a calmer day like yesterday. Whatever, she'd deal with it. She got ready as usual, doing her best to ignore the pain and the unusually high heat.

She took a glance at her clock, and winced upon seeing the time: 12:10 PM.

It was past noon?? How?? Dina didn't even go to bed late!

She disappointedly dashed all hopes of getting first pick at the fossils on Cranial Isle today.

She grabbed her dino medals off the nightstand, stopping for a moment to feel the low thrum of energy the medals emitted before dropping them into her pocket.

Dina made her way into the bathroom to get ready for the day. It was admittedly a little strange that it took quite a bit of effort for her just to brush her teeth, or do her hair. Even afterwards, she still didn't look all that good when she gazed into the mirror. Dark eye bags reflected back at her, but Dina once again just tried her best to ignore everything. She was fine! A little tired, is all.

Once she finished getting ready and packing her things, she stumbled out of her dorm. She fiddled with the keys, and unusually shaky hands made her take an embarrassing amount of time to lock the door. She looked to the rooms around her. Dino and Todd had their dorms near hers, and no doubt they were already awake and out digging by now. She hurried down the hall and silently thanked the universe that no one was around. The weird heat and the aches had remained, noticeable enough to make existing just a bit more miserable, but not enough to put her out of commission. As she passed the front desk she politely waved to the staff there like she always did, then she stepped right up to the front doors and pushed them open.

That was a mistake.

The searing heat of Cranial Isle greeted her with full force, and the harsh sunlight beat down on her with seemingly all the intensity it could manage. Cranial Isle was hot, yeah, but never like this, at least for her. Dina was great at tolerating the heat! But now she felt like she got blasted with a T-Rex's flames. Fine then, if the world was going to insist on pushing back against her battling today, she'd push back twice as hard!

Dina fully stepped outside, and considered stopping by one of the canteens to grab breakfast. Food didn't exactly sound appetizing, though, if anything she felt a bit nauseated, so the young Fighter passed the canteens and forced her way through both crowds of people and the hot sun towards the Hare Club.

Poking her head inside, she quickly scanned the club for Pauleen, but she caught no sight of her pink-haired friend. Huh... Pauleen must have went digging, then. That's ok, she'd just go look for her.

No doubt Pauleen was somewhere on Cranial Isle, her love of fire-type vivosaurs kept her here on most days. Pinpointing where exactly she would be was borderline impossible, though, and with the sun still sitting up high in the sky, beaming down its uncaring, unrelentingly hot and bright light, Dina wasn't too enthusiastic about checking every single digsite for her. She figured she would ask around and see if anyone saw Pauleen today.

The young fossil fighter hurried over to the Fossil Guild next door, and found Lester propped up against the wall, quietly scrolling through his phone.

"Hey, Lester," Dina greeted, in a voice that sounded far too hoarse and fatigued. Dina winced upon hearing herself.

Lester lifted his gaze from his phone, grinning wide at Dina's presence.

"Hey, Dina! Come for a fossil battle?" Lester challenged.

"No, actually. Have you seen Pauleen today?"

Lester huffed, shoulders slumping a little.

"No, sorry," he replied.

Dina gave a disappointed "ok" before turning to leave. Lester called out after her though, much to Dina's surprise.

"You feelin' alright, Dina? You look and sound worse than a busted up guitar!"

Dina didn't stop to face him, she just replied with what she hoped was believable reassurance and trudged back out into the heat.

Did she really look and sound that bad? Dina considered the possibility that she might have been sick, but if Lester noticed something was off then maybe she wasn't as fine as she thought she was. Dina's head hurt just thinking about it. She knew everyone would tell her she should get some rest, but so what if she was a little sick? There are fossils to find and fighters to battle! Besides, would she really let herself, a Master Fighter, be felled by some strong heat and body aches? Of course not! So despite how much more her body started to protest, she went out to continue her search for Pauleen.

Dina considered where to go next. She supposed that maybe she could go to the Fighter's Station and see if anyone there had seen the fire-type specialist.

She couldn't let Terry see her, though.

And she definitely, absolutely should NOT under any circumstances let Joe see her! Maybe she could convince everyone else that she was fine, or to not say anything, but Joe? The last time someone got sick, Todd got a head cold and Joe just somehow knew that Todd was ill, and Dina still had no clue how he figured it out so fast. Joe made Todd sit out from the tournament that day! Dina could not let the same thing happen to her. Joe had to be avoided, and Terry too because he would likely notify Joe if something was wrong.

Dina decided to try her luck, and so she made her way over to the Fighter's Station, not noticing the way each step she took faltered.

The fighter slowly, hesitantly, entered the station. She anxiously scanned the area for any staff leaders or cowboys but saw none. Then she spotted bubblegum-pink pigtails. Jackpot.

Pauleen was chatting with a few other fighters, their eyes bright and wide with awe. Fans of Pauleen, no doubt. The moment Pauleen's gaze flickered over to Dina, she waved off the fighters and rushed to greet her friend with all the speed of a V-Raptor.

"DINA!!" Pauleen stopped just before she could bowl Dina over.

"I've been waiting for you ALL DAY, DIGA!" Dina's friend was practically bouncing in place, radiating excitement and anticipation. Minty green eyes burned bright and ready for a fight, a sharp contrast to Dina's exhausted brown ones.

"I've already made sure the stadium was cleared out for the day, so we have it all to ourselves. Ready to get your butt kicked?" Pauleen challenged, whipping out Omias's dino medal.

Dina showed off Lugmos's medal in turn.

"You wish," the blonde teen grinned.

Pauleen's smile fell, though, replaced with confusion and slight concern. Dina furrowed her brows.

"What?" Dina questioned.

Pauleen glanced Dina up and down.

"Dina, you're shaking," she answered flatly.

On quick inspection, the cup champion confirmed that she was in fact shaking, not unlike Todd after he drank too much coffee.

"Oh, this? Ahaha... nothing to worry about!" Dina grinned, in what she hoped was a convincingly confident tone. Pauleen, however, stared blankly at her.

"Also, you look like a total mess," the Fire-type Fighter added, unhelpfully.

"Pauleen, I'm FINE, let's just go battle!" Dina tried to coax her friend towards the stadium, but Pauleen stayed put, gaze narrowed and suspicious.

When Dina got close enough to try to gently tug Pauleen towards the arena, Pauleen reached out and felt Dina's cheek with the back of her hand. She recoiled near instantly.

"Dina! You have a fever! What are you even diga-doing here?!" Pauleen hissed.

Dina tried to puff herself up to appear stronger than she looked or felt.

"It's not that bad! I'm fine enough to battle, really, I'm not dying! I'm a Master Fighter, I saved the world, stopped a body-snatching zombie sorcerer! A stupid fever has nothing on me!"

Said stupid fever that supposedly had nothing on Dina was slowly making her vision fuzzy. She took a moment to sit down on one of the several couches the main lobby provided. Pauleen looked on, highly skeptical.

"I just need a minute," Dina breathed, "then we can have a Fossil Battle, and I WILL fuck you up!"

"If you say so..." Pauleen's glare softened back into concern. "Please don't push yourself too hard though..."

As Dina basked in both the absence of the sun, and the fading of that horrible visual static, a familiar whooshing noise had her spare a glance towards the elevator upstairs. Her face paled as the familiar shape of a certain cowboy stepped out.

"Pauleen we need to go!" She harshly whispered.

"What, why?" Pauleen whispered back in the same harsh tone.

"I can't let Joe see me like this! He'll force me out of battling like he did with Todd! If I say I'm fine he won't believe me!" Dina quickly explained, her eyes darting back and forth between Pauleen and the approaching Joe Wildwest.

Dina stood up far too quickly, and nearly fell back into her seat. She managed to steady herself enough to take Pauleen's hand and start towards the front door.

"Howdy, small fries."

And with that, Dina froze up. Joe had already reached them, and with all other fighters having cleared out from the lobby, all his attention was on Dina and Pauleen.

Dina mustered up all the energy she could to act as definitely-not-ill as possible in front of her mentor.

"Hi, Joe! Pauleen and I were just about to go and have a fossil battle!" She strained to smile widely, and resisted the urge to turn and run when Joe quietly looked her over.

"Real good to hear, kid," Joe smiled politely, but Dina could tell by his gaze that he sensed something was off. His brows furrowed slightly, and his dark blue eyes refused to leave her.

"Dina, you ok, pard? Ya don't look so good."

Ah, fuck.

"I'm fine! Just didn't sleep all that great last night, that's all," Dina put her hands on her hips, attempting once again to look confident and strong in the face of scrutiny.

"Alright, then," Joe began, and poor Dina thought that would be the end of it. Her vision was getting blurry again and she really wanted to sit back down. Combine that with the growing heat now making her all sweaty and Dina felt absolutely awful.

"If ya don't mind, I'd just like to check somethin'," Joe approached the blonde kid, and Dina, focused on the new, unbearable sensation of pins and needles in her limbs, gave him the ok without thinking too much of it.

The cowboy removed the glove from one of his hands and gently felt Dina's very pale cheeks. He, much like Pauleen had, hissed in shock.

"AGH! Yer burnin' up!" He shouted, scooping her up into his arms and rushing out of the Fossil Station as fast as his long legs could carry him.

It took a moment for Dina to register what was even happening. The moment she realized Joe was carrying her off somewhere, she tried to fight through both her sickness and the cowboy currently trying to get her help.

"LET ME GO!" Dina screeched, limbs flailing. "I FEEL FINE, LET ME GO!"

"Quit fightin' me!" Joe hissed between gritted teeth, tightening his grip on the struggling teen.

"Then let. me. GO," Dina growled. She tried to glare daggers at Joe but her eyes were far too unfocused to look even mildly threatening.

Joe didn't even look back at her. "Yer sick as an infected vivosaur, kid. I'm takin' ya to First Aid!"

Dina had been to First Aid numerous times. It was a building nestled in the depths of Cranial City, not a full blown hospital, but good enough to treat the vast majority of injuries and illnesses a fighter might obtain on the islands. Dina personally never had extended stays at the clinic, and she really didn't want to start now.

The sick, desperate fighter tried a new tactic: biting like a rabid dog. Unfortunately the cowboy had her practically pinned to his chest, and in such a way that she couldn't twist herself just right to snap at his exposed wrists. Poor Dina could only watch the world go by in a fast-moving blur, all the while she felt like she got dunked headfirst into Mt. Krakanak. She grumbled weakly in frustration, finally letting herself go limp in Joe's arms.

Dina couldn't remember much between getting to First Aid and waking up hours later on one of the beds there, only the slight relief she felt being out of the sun again and having a nurse apply an ice pack to her forehead. The rest was lost to her.

When she fully came to, aside from knowing she didn't feel like Igno was personally torturing her anymore, she noticed that she was alone. No nurse or doctor was currently in here with her. Joe wasn't here either. She could hear the distant sounds of machinery and human conversation, but it seemed like nobody was nearby.

Dina quickly decided that the small, sterile, plain room that had basically nothing in it that wasn't medical equipment was incredibly boring. She supposed she could just sleep through her stay, but she wasn't tired at all. She was itching for a fight, or at least the chance to get out of this dumb clinic that she didn't need at all!

Hmmm... if no one was around, then maybe she could leave...

The prospect of successfully escaping sounded VERY enticing indeed...

Dina slipped from the bed, tossing aside thin, blue sheets, landing on unsteady feet. Even though she didn't feel like she was melting anymore, she still struggled to stay standing. Dina took a moment to grip the bed's handlebars for stability, and when she felt that her legs wouldn't give out from under her, she started towards the doorway. She poked her head out and slowly scanned the hallway. No one in sight, and even better, she could see the clinic lobby just at the end of the hallway to her left. Yes, yes, YES, YES!

It was a straight shot to freedom, and with nothing to lose, Dina booked it as fast as she could go. Aside from nearly tripping over her own feet a few times, the young champion managed to burst out of her prison and race straight back out into Cranial City.

Meanwhile, two very startled, bewildered secretaries stare, wide-eyed and mouths agape at the human missile that just sped through the lobby and out the door, and they were certain said human missile was the same fighter who came in very sick and was NOT supposed to have been leaving yet.

One of the secretaries quietly reached for her paleopager...

[slutstachrry]

Harmless Prank

A check-in blurb for Fairway to Heaven 💞

HIIIIII I’ve been wanting to write this since i saw this Tik Tok trend lol.

WARNINGS: Prank, ~Dom Harry~ my beloved, mostly fluff.

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Briar Barlowe is content with her relationship. She really is. But sometimes she likes to cause some trouble to keep things zesty and interesting.

She’d gotten the idea from Tik Tok; the abominable app that Harry detests, but still will crane his neck to watch while her head is in his lap and have the nerve to ask follow up questions to Reddit story times.

Briar grew up with 4 brothers, so she is no stranger to a harmless prank. So, when this video popped on to her feed one night while Harry snored through the movie they sat down to watch, she set the plan in motion.

Keeping herself busy throughout the day, she ran mini errands to keep up the appearance that she is simply too swamped to answer his messages.

What are you up to today? Didn’t get to say bye.

?

Are you getting a wax? I’m perfectly capable of doing that for you. Landing strip, triangle, polka dots. You name it.

Baby?

Briar smiles to herself. The power she feels from having a 41 year old man eat out of the palm of her hand is unmatched.

She didn’t really go shopping, but earlier she brought some designer paper bags bags she’d collected over the years down from their closet and began throwing old shoes, empty Dunkin’ cups and random dog supplies she’d found in her car to fill them up.

She looks down at her nails — the key to this prank. Her Coca-Cola red, almond shaped nails sparkle back at her. Those she had gotten done today, partially why she couldn’t answer Harry.

She clicks the garage door button to close behind her as she enters the mudroom. The dogs greet her, the bags swinging over their heads, making Gus glare at her.

Harry is at the kitchen island, his new reading glasses on his nose. She can see something boiling on the stove behind him. She begins filming on her phone nonchalantly, placing it against the flower vase on the entry table, pointed perfectly in the room.

He glances up, a tiny bit of relief washing over his features. He was wracking his brain trying to figure out why she’d leave the house without a word and ignore him the whole day.

“Hi Birdie,” he stands up to meet her by the door and places the glasses on the counter. “Started to scare me a little there when I didn’t hear from you. Did you do some shopping?”

He reaches for her hands, rubbing his thumb over her new, shiny, red nails.

“Mhm. Just thought I could use some me-time. I bought some stuff and got my nails done. Niall said I looked a little run down when he saw me at the club, so he treated me.”

Briar tries her damnedest to keep a straight face, but the way she could visibly see her words click in his head had her ready to break character at any moment. His brows furrow deeper than she’d ever seen before his voice deepens to speak. She beats him before he can.

“He told me this color looks nice on me. Makes me look tan.”

“Niall? My Niall? Niall Fucking Horan? Paid for my girl’s clothes and nails? I don’t fuckin’ think so,” he grits out as he rushes to the other side of the island to grab his phone and keys.

“He was just being nice, H, it’s not a big deal.”

“It IS a big deal, Briar. Does he think I don’t take care of you?”

“I don’t know! I thought he was just rewarding me for my hard work. Where are you going?”

Harry’s eyes are bulging out of his head at this point. He storms to the mud room to put on his shoes, to which Briar follows behind to try and stop him. She’s successful for a moment before he is back on his tear to the car.

“Rewarding you for your hard work? He’s a sick fuck is what he is!” Harry throws his hands into the air in disbelief that Briar finds this okay. “I’m gonna go rip his fucking bollocks off is where I’m going!”

“H — H, wait! It’s a prank,” she grabs at his wrist to prevent him from going to the garage while bursting into giggles. “It’s not real! I’m just teasing you.”

Harry stops in his tracks, an incredulous laugh falling from his lips. He looks back at the girl standing in front of him in stitches of laughter.

Instead of storming past her and pouting like a child like she expected of him, a wolfish grin appears on his face.

Briar’s head tilts at him like Wynnie’s does when he whistles at her to come inside. Harry places his hands on her shoulders, slowly walking her backwards towards the steps.

“A prank, hm? Thought that was funny?”

She smiles, rolling her chin to her right shoulder, suddenly feeling an adrenaline rush and shyness at the same time. He stops her at the base of the stairwell leading to their bedroom.

Harry leans into her ear to speak at a low whisper— a move he only does when Daddy shows up. Briar audibly gulps.

“I have an idea. How about I get to pick the color your arse will be tonight? Bet I could match it to the nail color Niall picked real nice.”

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EEEEEE lmk what u think 🤠🤠🤠

[100frogsinatrenchcoat]

FUCK IT. DRAWTECTIVES FANFIC.

I haven’t seen any of these yet, and as they say, write the fanfic you wish to see in the world, so:

Eugene has a breakdown which leads to his Zesty Blonde Era <3

Eugene stared at himself in the mirror feeling nauseous. Feeling like a monster.

It wasn’t his fault. Everyone said so, they all agreed. It wasn’t him — it was Leland. Eugene had meant well. He had just wanted to help.

God he had just wanted to help.

Still. Eugene didn’t like himself very much right now.

People had been hurt. Because of him. Their afterlives had been taken from them. Eugene had worked so hard and this was what he had achieved — pain, confusion, and even more problems he couldn’t solve.

Eugene should be asleep right now. Trying to clean up the mess that the Celestial Spear had caused was taking up almost all his free time. He should be sleeping while he had the chance.

But free time led to thinking and thinking led to grief, and so instead of sleeping Eugene stood in the bathroom, staring at his reflection, and trying not to cry or throw up his meager dinner.

“Eugene?” came a voice from outside the door.

Eugene jumped, startled out of his thoughts, “Oh! Hi Felix” Eugene wiped the tears that had started forming in the corners of his eyes, “You can come in. Did you need something?”

Felix pushed open the door, shuffling his feet awkwardly, “Um, no but, uh… do you? It’s late, and you’ve been just sort of…standing there?Looking in the mirror I guess? Are you okay?”

Eugene forced a smile and nodded. “I’m okay Felix. I’m just… thinking I guess.”

“Oh! Well that makes sense! You’re pretty smart so you think a lot! You just don’t usually do it while staring in a mirror at one in the morning.”

Eugene sighed, exhausted, but pat Felix’s head affectionately. “Yeah, I just- I’m thinking about myself, sort of. I don’t know. Maybe I could be better.”

“Better how?” Felix asked with concern, “I like you like this!”

Eugene smiled. That made one of them at least. What had he ever done to deserve such a sweet friend?

“Thanks Felix. And I don’t know really. It’s just- things are kinda hard right now. I messed everything up. I feel like-“ Eugene’s voice broke, the emotions he tried to control pushing through as he talked, “I feel so useless. How could I have messed up so badly? I need to fix it but I can’t I messed it all up and now I’m not even good enough to fix it, I-“

Felix pulled him into a hug. It was awkward and clunky with Felix’s animatronic body, but the show of comfort and affection broke the walls he had built up and made Eugene start crying in earnest.

“I just- I need to change.” Eugene mumbled “I don’t think I’m good anymore”

Felix hummed thoughtfully, holding Eugene tighter. “Well… I think you’re good still! But if you wanna change, maybe just change a little bit? I don’t want you to change too much… I like you right now!”

“Thanks Felix… I just don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I can do, I just need to change. I don’t like being like this.”

They stood like that in silence for a bit, before Felix exclaimed “oh! I have an idea!”

Not too much later Eugene was looking at himself in the mirror again , this time with blonde hair, and Felix chattering excitedly behind him.

He smiled. It was small, but for the first time in a while, it wasn’t forced. Dying his hair had helped - in a way. It wasn’t the hair itself, so much as the process.

Because it meant he wasn’t standing alone in the bathroom hating himself. He was running out with Felix to buy hair dye, and listening to Felix read the instructions while the cat chose music to listen to, and he was talking about something that wasn’t death and money.

And when it was done and he went to bed, he was so tired he slept through his alarm, but he couldn’t bring himself to be upset.

Because looking in the mirror, the first thing he saw wasn’t a fuckup- it was just him. Someone who had spent the night doing something stupid with his friend.

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Your writings are very good, they make me happy! Would it be possible to write Shang Tsung from the 3d era taking care of an age regressed reader that uses diapers?

Awh, thank you!!! I'm so glad that they make you happy!! <3

I will admit, i know incredibly little about this character!!!! :D (I tried to do research, but do call me our or dm if I wrote some things wrong, I can totally redo or make a pt 2 or something!!)

Like, . . . I know he’s evil. And has an island. And works for Shao Kahn. And is one of the more first big boss fights?? And that 3d is like, Deception, and Armageddon, and Shaolin Monks (the cutscenes only version of that game is so funny, the storyline is so fast).

And not even zesty evil!!! But like, actually evil. :(

Small Warning (?): It just kinda feels like there are some darker undertones in these?? Not exactly yandere like, but mildly possessive, and little to no hesitation to hurt others for you. It’s not implied that he’d kill, but it is implied that he’d use them as experiments (which I can totally change if anyone gets uncomfortable with!!!)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG 3d era Shang Tsung w/ Regressor That Uses Diaper Hcs

🐛 I know I said he’s evil . . . but I think he adores you

🐛 Your his baby, how could he not love you!! He’s cruel and a villain, but your his Precious, he couldn’t just let you go <3

🐛 While a man of evil and Shao Kahn’s sorcerer, he would never make fun of you for using or needing padding

🐛 Babyspace regressor? You’re very tiny!! Of course you might need some help, and that’s okay!!

🐛 Toddler? Well, accidents happen all the time, and he’d rather be safe than sorry anyways

🐛 Big kid? Well he’d still classify you as a baby, but whatever you say <3

🐛 Middlespace regressor? Everyone can use diapers!! Whether for medicine or comfort, that’s your regression, and no one else’s

🐛 And if anyone were to magically tell you otherwise, well, they strangely disappear!! :O (and maybe end up in Shang Tsung’s lab)

🐛 Might get a bit grumpy if you wake him up at night, but almost any thoughts of anger or upset wash away when he sees how upset you are

🐛 . . . Although he’s also super tired and might put on your padding backwards

🐛 It is literally not his fault, it’s two am, and he has work tomorrow

🐛 Although he’d rather you wake him up than sit sobbing in bed, work or no work, you’re his first priority

🐛 He’ll also get some of those potty mattress protections, just in case you may or may not have an accident again (but only if your cool with it)

🐛 Magic show distractions!!!

🐛 He could give you something to fidget with during the process . . . Or he could use his super cool sorcerer powers and make a little light show to distract you

🐛 From what i’ve seen in almost every Shang Tsung, they have a way with words

🐛 So it’s not him buying your regression supplies, it’s Shao Kahn <3

🐛 Shang Tsung works for him, how could he not also supply for his precious baby that he gets very little time with because of how often he has to work and prepare for the tornoment?

🐛 ^ Lies, Shang Tsung can and will pause any type of working if you regress and come for him

🐛 Maybe unless he’s in the middle of an experiment, but he’s left his studies many times before

🐛 Your not really allowed to talk to Shao Kahn though :\ (Shang Tsung’s worried Shao will be mean or cruel to you in your headspace)

🐛 But you get much time with Dada!! :D

🐛 He’ll make a little regression area in his laboratory!! It’s Shang Tsung’s Island, who would tell him he couldn’t put a secret passage way into a small regression area just for you?

🐛 ^ No one, that’s who, so of course he does it!! (and Shao Kahn gets the bill for it >:3)

🐛 He does make sure to put it more where the potions or his study books are and not where his experiments are (he doesn’t like you seeing them in your headspace)

🐛 Don’t you dare ever try to touch his potions, he will get incredibly upset and you’ll get in trouble

🐛 They’re for big kids and big kids only, plus you could get seriously hurt and Dada might not be able to help you from some of them

🐛 Or you could just regress in Dada’s room, which is much comfier anyways

🐛 If you end up having any type of accidents, he’s very gentle about the process, gently shushing and comforting you, drawing you a nice bath and picking out some comfy clothes

🐛 His clothes to be exact, what could be better?

🐛 If you’re ever embarrassed about using padding, he’d call you silly

🐛 There’s no reason too!! Whether for comfort, or medical, or just because, if it works for you, then he’s more than happy to help with the process

🐛 Your his baby after all, and he’s going to make sure you have the world <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I like the Caterpillar emoji, it's cute. :3 (also they didn't have any potions :\)

[norbezjones]

24 Days of Gift-Giving: Four Flour Fails (Baking Prompts)

Happy December, everyone!

So, @creativepromptsforwriting is doing a writing thing called “24 Days of Gift-Giving” where each day of December has a prompt, so I figured it would be fun to write something up for each prompt!  Feel free to participate too, if you’d like!  It could be a fun writing game!

Like usual, I will be doing these for the characters of my story Romance The Backrooms, a liminal space otome with 5 main love interests. 

Today’s Prompt: Four Flour Fails; They are both amateur bakers ending up in a baking competition and all the baking disasters they endure binds them together.

Characters: Kalcal & Zenobos 

Other Info: No story today, just bullet points.

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Human AU, Cooking Contest AU

Kalcal makes simple meals where meat is a core ingredient.  He likes to experiment a lot with spices, textures, etc, and usually people don’t like what he makes.  He tends to make his dishes sweet-tasting and rarely makes spicy food.  He learned how to properly cook simply to survive in everyday life, but now it’s a hobby he loves.

Zenobos makes complex meals of a variety of dishes.  His favorite thing to make is soup, because it’s simple on its face but can be done very differently depending on the recipe.  Zenobos has been cooking since he was a kid; he was taught by a mentor figure, who passed on his recipes and his cookbook.

Both of them enter the Cooking Contest (which I’m thinking is something like Master Chef). 

Kalcal is flamboyant and embraces the spotlight.  He’s brought onto the show mainly because of how “weird” his dishes are—the judges don’t want him, but the producers think the audience would find his cooking & tastes funny, so he gets in. 

Zenobos is the opposite—he’s camera shy and not a big fan of the spotlight, so the producers don’t like him too much.  But his dishes are amazing in presentation & flavor, so the judges insist on having him on the show.

On the first episode of the show, the judges team two chefs up together, and they team up Zenobos & Kalcal.  The two are supposed to make beef tacos & rice.  Kalcal rambles off his recipe to Zenobos, who thinks it won’t turn out very tasty, so he tries to politely suggest some changes.  Kalcal suggests that the first part of the recipe (the tacos) they do Zenobos’s way, and the second half, they do his way.  Zenobos agrees.

Along the way, their appliances malfunction multiple times, which would normally make Zenobos panic.  But Kalcal cheers him up by making him laugh and telling him everything is going to be ok.

In the end, they present to the judges: beef soft tacos with tomatoes, onions, lettuce, and cheese, along with “zesty ranch” rice, Kalcal’s own recipe.

The two parts of the dish actually end up going very well together—Zenobos’s even-tempered dish matches well with Kalcal’s crazy recipe.  The judges praise the dish highly.

@creativepromptfills

[sims3fiend]

Sims 3 Error 12 "fixes"

Been looking at the infamous error 12 today while playing bald gate and have made a lil bit of progress that I think I should put somewhere, mostly so I don't forget. (AKA just use dxvk for smoother gameplay AND less crashes!)

While none of this is really a complete fix, I think it's a step in the right direction and someone smarter than me might be able to skip a couple steps on their path as a result.

The issue: Sims 3 is a 32 bit game and has a hard limit of 4gb RAM. I have no idea what happens if it hits that limit because I don't have a save bloated enough (yet), but I'm guessing it'd crash. The base game on an extremely bloated save (for me) sits around 2600mb-3100. For whatever reason, saving the game causes a spike in RAM usage ranging from 50 - 400mb+, which if you're lucky will error 12 you, and if you're unlucky will crash you, throwing your last hour+ of gameplay into the bin.

In general, if you're around 3200mb usage, you should've saved 10 minutes ago.

A couple "fixes": Part of the issue is that the game seems to load certain objects/textures into RAM, with VRAM being capped at around 840~mb on a good day, and (maybe?) contributing to the overall limit. Easy way to fix this seems to be using DXVK, which, for me at least, removed the RAM bump when objects are loaded. 0 lots detail loaded? 2700mb, 13? 2700mb. I might write a proper installation guide for it, but for now there's a bit in my general performance tweaks post, along with my config. Another fix is, of course, the tried and true, quit your game every hour, clean your save, pray to god thing, but at certain family/save sizes it does seem like you're just kind of circling the drain. I would recommend if you are playing a 300 person household who own the entire town, dropping ObjectSizeCullFactor down in your graphics.sgr file (also in my tweaks). It's personal preference but 20~ should be mostly unnoticeable while greaaattly helping the initial bloating. I've noticed around a 250mb~ drop from the default settings, but that could just be luck. The rest of my settings don't(and shouldn't) have any impact as far as I can tell, but I'll look more later. Another thing that might help if you're already getting the error and desperately need to save, is unloading lots. There's probably a cooler way of doing this, and there's potential for a mod, but try flying your camera into a far corner, entering the map mode, pressing tab and looking up into the sky/towards nothingness before saving. This gets me around 150-200mb

Setting max detail lots to 0 also helps, but isn't exactly doable for most people (lowest is 1 in game). TS3W.exe+86C647 writes to the value if you're feeling zesty. There's other addresses that could potentially help but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Ideally this would be automatically set when saving, or even more ideally, we could just call a purge/reinitialize every so often. I'm pretty sure the game can reclaim memory, I've seen it happen, I just have no idea what triggered it.

Other basic render-based settings seem to have no impact on RAM/VRAM, which is in line with my sgr stutter findings about clipping distance and fog. Still need to test more tho.

Anywhoo that's all for now. I'll probably keep at it tomorrow, I'd like to see what exactly is causing the bloating and if it's vram based or ram, I feel like it's something really silly that should be easy to fix, but we'll find out

[hungrydolphin91]

our endless unfinished wips 🤝

would very much like to inquire about 'Innominat Returns (Falling Awake)' bc the title does intrigue,,

You're in luck Jay because that's actually one of few WIPs that's actually somewhat written AND posted— you can read the first 5 chapters right here on AO3! Like the summary and tags suggest, it's a bit of an angsty post-game fic in which Mikleo, desperately trying to fix a world still filled with chaos and malevolence so Sorey can reawaken, stumbles upon the sealed Innominat and ends up biting off a little more than he can chew. And if you don't mind spoilers for this story will eventually go, I described the heartbreaking climax to V in this post, as well as posted excerpts from it here and here.

Anyway, since all I really did here was drop a bunch of links to old stuff I might as well share a new excerpt from the yet-unposted 6th chapter, where we re-encounter a perfectly normal Meebo, nothing weird about him at all. See if you can tell whose POV this chapter is written from 😂:

The stranger is a seraph, clearly, with long, gold-tipped hair tied back into a fluffy ponytail. But judging from the strength of his domain, which overpowers even Eizen's cursed aura, he is far more than that. It rivals the strength of a Shepherd, or perhaps, an Empyrean. I descend from my precipice to confront this mysterious person, only to snort as I recognize his face. "Oh. It's you, Meebo." Mikleo spares an annoyed glance in my direction but otherwise ignores me. Not that I can blame him, with a dragon drooling over his head and preparing to make him into a Mealbo. Yet even though Mikleo is alert, he doesn't seem at all afraid of the behemoth before him. "So this one is Eizen, then..?" He studies Eizen's face like a stupid scientist about to get eaten by a dragon. I don't know how to respond to such an dumb, obvious question, but Eizen, it seems, has an answer. He tries to play the old bite-them-in-half game again, but Mikleo deflects his jaws with a mere strike of his staff. Eizen seems a little startled to have his attack countered so easily and tries again, with the same results. Idiots, both of them. As I watch them volley blows, I start to feel more uneasy about this new Mikleo. Going toe-to-toe with a dragon, commanding the earthpulse, wielding a domain twice as strong as usual. Not to mention his appearance. There's no doubt his body is 100 percent pure Meebo, but the colors are all bad, traces of blue hair changed to gold tips, purple eyes now flashing dangerously gold. Gold, gold, gold. It looks dumb on a water seraph like him. And his behavior feels all wonky too. Mikleo's always been too stuffy to have fun, but he seems even more aloof now, more pretentious, even ruthless. He counters my brother's attacks with ease, like he knows the dragon's weaknesses firsthand. In fact, he even seems to be holding back, drawing out Eizen's rage yet waiting for something more. What could you possibly want from an angry dragon except his mercy?

This WIP haunts me more than any other honestly, it's right behind my ongoing passion project Two Hearts Could Be One in terms of emotional investment. But it's tricky to write because it's 1st-person with multiple POV (including Berseria characters so it requires cross-game knowledge) and I haven't played Zesty in so long so I can't get the voices and lore quite right anymore 😭 not to mention the ending I had in mind is still very vague and unfixed. Right now I'm keeping my Graces fixation going so I can hopefully finish 2HCB1 (I did NOT write 60k words for it to give up now pleaseeee brain let me finish something for once 😭) but ngl I have been secretly pining for Zesty this entire time and the SECOND I get back into it I'm gonna work on this fic some more 💜💜💜

[extraterrestrialechos]

I've really enjoyed reading your meta on Ed (and the show as a whole.) Do you have any predictions/expectations/hopes for how his arc will play out in s2 and s3?

I’ve tried not to set too many expectations on S2 and hopefully S3 so I can just be surprised by and receptive to whatever rolls through.

The fundamental, primordial thing is I'm a big horror fan so of course no one would want me to write a second season of a comedy! Even my jokes are...

Me, making a crazy wall about how Ed and Frenchie are gonna make it work in the end.

Pointing to the mess of red thread and smiling with gleaming-eyed fervor as I corner you and tell you this is so obviously the endgame.

My smile is too wide I have too many teeth.

And clearly my one aspiration will be fruitless!

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Rhys isn’t in the writer’s room obviously but I was saying in some reply I thought this bit of meta in an early Collider interview was really solid on his part:

Even in his most romantic sequence of thinking about everything he loves about Ed he thought about Ed threatening to stab a man through the eye (I mean it was very sexy of him, I feel you Stede), but obviously the last shot of Ed we see is a man heartbroken from crushed visions of a future denied him.

So, maybe I would like to see a dark but funny reunion, like Stede exulting that Ed has recovered from the awful (shudder) sock folding state Stede reduced him to etc etc and then looking down like “Oh. That’s a knife!”

But have we reached our impalement level with Stede? He’s already been stabbed twice! (Luckily this doesn’t seem too serious for him, but is more impalement a narratively fruitful direction? But then, a third beat can land hardest.)

I want to be entertained as it is impressed upon Stede that no, in fact, Edward does not feel refreshed and un-ruined and zesty about events as they transpired.

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The show was, ofc, extremely careful to show that Ed didn't just fall apart because one man left him, but gave us a strong confluence of events where his new beau cut out on him and his professional partner and attack dog of however many years (in the post-S2 filming Insta interview series it was said they taught each other swordsmanship) was spooked by getting himself about drowned when left alone for five minutes.

(This was Izzy's own fault for being insufferable at people and open to the wiles of anyone including Black Pete who has like one (1) wile if any, but obvs the impact of the isolation after a season of Unattended Henchman Anxiety Syndrome was acute.)

So I guess my biggest hope is we really see Ed as his own man and being positioned to plot his own course with a clear head.

Which doesn't mean not forging healthy, re-negotiated relationships, but also doesn't mean being rescued by love or something unless it's Frenchie's that Episode 10 already psychological realism'd us out of.

Love by itself doesn't mend a lifetime of unaddressed trauma. Wherever you go, there you are.

[mixxdpunch]

I'm doing that Nikolai chart reading finally, IDK these are fun lol

His looks kinda cray cray btw but it's kinda similar to mine in someway so maybe it's why I relate to his literature lol

So to start off with - he has a LOT of aspects towards his sun, and his chiron squaring his ascendant. Im just mentioning this first cuz it relates to both the author and the character since they both had identity issues in life, and with your sun heavily aspected it does lead to a feeling of "otherness" in someone. This was a pretty big part of his life and work, so it's worth mentioning.

He has a scorpio ascendant, which could lead to a sort of strange impression people get when first meeting him - he also has a stellium with Uranus, Saturn and Neptune, which all add completely different energies to this. 2 are in Saggitarius, so he might come off as less 'welcoming' and with a leo in the 10th house it does add to the entertaining persona he had in real life and in the show (he was called a funny midget by his school friends when he was younger).

His second house is in Saggitarius, and with the ruler jupiter lying in the 5th house (which he did his work in) he did end up travelling a lot for his job. This isn't always an indicator of travel tbh, but he did gain value from this in his life.

The ruler of his 3rd house is also in the 1st, which means that his sense of identity as a writer is tied to himself. It's also in saggittarius, which probably adds that energy to how he communicated in life (he's a silly guy what can I say)

His 4th house has pluto which tbh is rather ominious (i have this it's a give or take) - he was bullied as a child, but made only a couple of long lasting friendships (something very scorpio like)

Nikolai also has mercury here and he a novice writer back when he was young. He wrote a lot for his fathers theatre and tried to write his own poems book and get it published but it failed, miserably - this was probably a pluto lesson but it was also a mercury one as well.

His 5th house has both his sun and his jupiter - his father owned a theatre and it's where Nikolai started, so he was born pretty lucky there. He also has a large sense of identity in literature and writing, since his sun in this house centers his life here - the arts kind of was meant for him.

His 6th house house is an aries house, the ruler of which is in the 12th - unfortunately that means a lot of the work and routines he has can be rather chaotic, and maybe even secretive. It's also the house of odd jobs, which he did do - both in the show and irl.

Fun fact about IRL Nikolai, but he got a position as a history professor for a year and sucked balls at it. IDK if it's related to the 12th house entirely but it's kind of funny, since BSD Nikolai would do that too.

7th house venus might be an indication of how he thought about his relationships - might also be an indication of him being gay but idk thats jumping. We just know that he was, so that could be a sign. He never married or had children btw, so take all of those "oh your 5th house and 7th house mean you'll have kids" things with a grain of salt fr. I honestly think this just means he was rather zesty guy in his friendships - he had strong ones throughout his life, and also ended up killing himself because of some spiritual guy saying he was sinful (this is the house of open enemies afterall).

Also back to BSD, look at how he treats Fyodor bro.

His 10th house is in leo, which means that his career of an entainer was pretty fitting here. IDK not much to say, it fits him honestly.

11th house is in virgo with a libra moon - which is kind of sad, since despite being rejected so much by Russian society, he was someone who took a lot of emotional energy to actually communicate with others, especially friends (moon opposite sun might have this affect tbh, since his ego and self opposes his emotional well being)

12th house house seems to be a part of his downfall - he clearly is spritual, both in the show and IRL. Mars is weakened here, meaning that the drive someone would usually get from this planet is rather struggling because it's filled with that wishy washy pisces energy - which is why despite the planet being in libra, the 12 house energy might make any mars emotions seem more watery.

BSD Nikolai really got it spot on cuz wtf this dude needs to chill tf out sometimes.

Also, the north node is here, meaning his purpose lies here - which is great for him being a writer. Also not great when you take into account other factors, like his death and life having such oddities, honestly a lot of them outside of his control.

BSD Nikolai kind of shows this, he doesn't have a backstory besides being obsessed with Fyodor and a more empty purpose tbh.

IDK. Shit's wack. His is all over the place tbh.

He clearly is a guy who has a strong identity with what he's doing - entertainment, writing. But when it comes to the smaller details, like love and the self, there seems to be a big gap - he's drawn sort of all over the place. He also suffers from a chronic case of 'being unlikable' since no matter what happens, some government official has it out for him. Even stalin didn't like him and he was dead for like decades at that point.

BSD Nikolai reflects him pretty well tbh.

[sanaexus]

social's as rin's girlfriend

-liked by itoshi_sae, shiidoryu and 121.1k others

yourusername: rin loving something that isn't football (NOT CLICKBAIT GONE WRONG) 😱😱🙀🙀

tagged: rin.itoshi

rin.itoshi: you're acting as if the only thing that's on my mind is football. ↳yourusername: it legit is though ↳isaichii: that IS the only thing in your mind ↳shiidoryu: balls is like the only thing you can think ab ↳hiyori: why did you phrase it like that ↳shiidoryu: bc i felt silly n cute ↳rin.itoshi: hope yall kys.

julian.loki: wow no credits? i'm heartbrocken y/n 💔���😭🤬 ↳yourusername: mb bro ↳julian.loki: yes ur bad, i had to watch yall kissing for like 10 minutes like ???

yourusername: picture credits to the amazing (part-time footballer full time photographer) @/julian.loki ↳megubachi: ah yes being surrounded by sweaty men and balls is my fav passtime ↳hiyori: again what the fuck

rin.itoshi: the picture looks a bit weird, maybe we should redo it but with practice? ↳yourusername: 😮 ↳chigi.who: 😮 ↳isaichii: 😮 ↳nikkoki: 😮 ↳shoei.barou: 😮 ↳itoshi_sae: 😮 ↳yourusername: (im omw btw) ↳rin.itoshi: what?

user1: nO WAY BRO'S PICK UP LINE SUMMONED BAROU AND SAE AND THEY USED EMOJIS LIKE ??? ↳user2: FR LIKE THOSE PEOPLE ARE LEGIT GRANDPAS THEY BARELY EVEN USE INSTAGRAM ↳itoshi_sae: fuck off i'm not a grandpa

-liked by chigi.who, karasu_tabito and 152.4k others

rin.itoshi: fuck y'all

tagged: yourusername

yourusername: rin ily but maybe provide some context to the caption pls ↳rin.itoshi: nah ↳yourusername: NAH I'D WIN ↳rin.itoshi: .. ↳yourusername: ok i'm sorry

shiidoryu: bet, when? ↳yourusername: 🤺back🤺you🤺zesty🤺demon🤺 back 🤺 ↳rin.itoshi: blocked.

user3: wait what is the context to the caption? ↳yourusername: his friends were teasing him ab being a shitty bf and only thinking ab football lol ↳rin.itoshi: they aren't my friends, i'm not a shitty bf and i don't only think ab football ↳yourusername: I NEVER SAID aNYTHING I WAS JS EXPLAINING

isaichii: bro got pissed ↳reo.miikage: are we surprised? ↳nagi.seishiro: no

yourusername: ilysm i'm gonna cry ↳rin.itoshi: if it makes you feel better you look rlly pretty when you cry ↳yourusername: screaming crying throwing up rn

eita.otoya: ofc he tried teaching you football and ofc he mentioned it in the post that was supposed to prove he doesn't only think ab football ↳yourusername: he's js a bit silly like that 😝 ↳yourusername: that football training shi was brutal asf imma stick to js watching ↳rin.itoshi: you barely did anything? ↳yourusername: give me a break

-liked by nikkoki, kuniisuke and 124.9k others

yourusername: leave the poor guy alone, he does a perfectly good job at being a bf <3

tagged: rin.itoshi

isaichii: WHAT THE FUCK IS THE LAST SHIRT? NO WAY THAT'S RIN ↳yourusername: YES WAY THAT'S RIN ↳isaichii: ... ↳yourusername: HE'S A SOFTIE FOR ME 🥺💕

rin.itoshi: was the last picture necessary? ↳yourusername: yes ↳rin.itoshi: i fucking hate you ↳yourusername: awww i love you too

user4: the hand placement in the second picture?? it's so cute?? ↳rin.itoshi: she makes it cute ↳chigi.who: what the fuck.

shiidoryu: us when rin? 🥺🥺 ↳rin.itoshi: out of my girlfriend's comments ↳shiidoryu: you didn't say no to us 😏 ↳rin.itoshi: i'd rather admit isagi is better than me then ever be anywhere near you

rin.itoshi: you're so pretty ↳user4: fr like all u do is kick balls how did you pull her ↳yourusername: you're my fav ball kicker dw ↳rin.itoshi: i ask myself that everyday and ofc i'm your fav ↳yourusername: your brother's a close second ↳rin.itoshi: .. ↳yourusername: OK MB I'M SORRY ↳hiyori: FOR FUCKS SAKE CAN NO ONE PROPERLY DESCRIBE SOCCER OR WHAT. ↳mikka.kaiser: football* ↳kenyu.yukimiya: boy if you don't stafu rn

bye i had to repost bc i needed to edit something still had sm writing this

based on this request divider credits to @/v6que

[hippolotamus]

🤡😬🎶

Hi there and Thank you for these delightful asks 💖🦛

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

This took a minute (probably a sign my works need more humor?) but I settled on these moments from all in the Jee-tails:

While Chris and Eddie are distracted, Buck tiptoes to the kitchen, wanting to do a final check that everything is accounted for. He blindly feels around the top of the fridge, confusion building as his fingers touch nothing but air and cool metal.

“What the-” Buck mutters to himself. “I could’ve sworn I left it–”

“Looking for this?”

He turns to see his husband wearing a shit-eating grin and holding Buck’s clipboard and checklist.

“Gotta step up your game, Buckley. This one was way too easy to find,” Eddie teases.

When it comes to clipboards, Buck is well aware of his reputation. No sooner did he move into the Diaz household, both father and son made a game of hiding them. Buck tried to change the rules by stashing them in any nook or cranny he could find. That plan backfired when Eddie and Chris quickly caught on and started seeking out his locations like a treasure hunt.

and

He’s nearly reached them when Chris holds out his wand while Jee raises hers and the pink foam shield. She strikes a fierce pose with her wand pointing out, one hot pink shoe in front of the other, an adorable scowl on her face and crown askew on her head.

“Your highness!” Chris clears his throat, flicking his gaze at Eddie then back to Buck. “We must protect the fair maiden!”

Buck nearly loses his balance as he watches Eddie sigh and curse under his breath — probably something in Spanish he hopes the kids won’t understand — stepping up on a dining room chair situated in the corner.

Eddie folds his arms across his broad chest, meekly calling out in a disturbingly high register Buck has most certainly never heard from his husband before. “Help, help! Somebody, er, save me!”

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

Probably any of the spicy ones. I’m self conscious enough about writing them, and how they’re received. If an IRL person told me they found any of my zesty fics, I’d probably pray for death.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I listen to music a whole lot while I write. The only exception is when I’m stuck on dialogue or struggling with describing something. But if I’m flowing, so are the tunes.

What I’m listening to? As far as fic is concerned there’s a steady rotation of always remember us this way - Lady Gaga, shallow - Lady Gaga, mum - Luke Hemmings, and across the sea - the sweeplings. These four pretty well sum up the vibes for you’re where I wanna go.

writer asks

[razielwritesstuff]

Obey Me! Headcannons ~

I have never and will never hide that I dislike Luci

BUT

I do have thoughts

This man is just constantly sipping a caffeinated beverage he needs it to deal with these mfs

He's a single mother of all 6 of his brothers

I think all demons have sharp teeth. His are the least sharp of the brothers and he is PISSED ABT IT TGURBODFK

Fav song is probably by Mozart. Basic ass.

I discussed how the om! chars would deal wirth being in mlp (pls dont ask) and Luci and Luna give me an evil grinch smile

I feel like he'd curse when angry

Idk.

Gay ass

Smells like pine trees or something

I think he'd have a fear of mascots

Like. character mascots.

Don't ask me okay

Smells like axe bodyspray and SADNESS

Am I WRONG????

We all love mammon but that man.... we know he uses axe...

Befriends the local crows.

There is so many he could be carried off

They all give him shiny shit to sell

Did everyone remember how he's canonically a model

He's attractive. Canonically.

Anyways, second-sharpest teeth of the bros

This is cannon (TO ME) but Mammon is just attached to MC like glue

"STOP FOLLOWING ME!!" "LET GO OF MY HAND THEN????"

He once tried to steal and sell some of leviathan's games

The cast took a while to come off :)

Fav song is something CUNTY ik it

Most girlypop aside from asmo (YTO ME!!!!)

He's great :D

He is so trans to me as a transmasc.

He has a main twitter and an alt twitter. Nobody knows abt the alt so he uses it to doxx ppl he doesn't like

I love Leviathan but I swear to God I don’t think he knows what deodorant is

“man for a guy who sleeps in a bathtub you really have no concept of hygiene”

How many Henrys has he had??? who tf knows.

Fav animal is SNAKES

Loves pokemon. his fav would be gyarados

He will assume anything except romantic intentions at all times

Autistic. As approved by my friend with the 'tism

He would be a brony

Lovable but a Bit Cringe

Has tied Mammon to a chair and forced him to watch stuff before

EXPERT at pirating shit

Would play Undertale.

Speedrunner !!

Would spend like the better part of a month to discover EVERY SINGLE glitch, bug, and exploit in a game to use it to is advantage

Has a sims 4 cc folder that's like 80 terabytes

He's my malewife and he's everything to me.

Would make a shiny living dex on every single Pokémon game

He has multiple cardboard cutouts of his waifus

Satan has an Ao3 account. He writes exclusively on his fav characters

His Ao3 tag has something to do with Sherlock Holmes fight me

He tweets in perfect grammar

He'd kill over a board game

Would cry over a cute cat video

WARRIOR CATS NERD

HE'S COME UP WITH WARRIOR NAMES FOR EVERYONE HE KNOWS AND THE CAT HE THINKS IS MOST SIMILAR

Lucifer got assigned as Tigerclaw LMAO

He would get into Leviathan's fandoms but only bc Leviathan forced him. He comes out liking the thing.

His favorite disney movie would be Aristocats

Loves Luigi

He became a cat person specifically because Lucifer is a dog person

He'd also be a brony

The one that can analyze media properly

His brothers use him to spellcheck their essays

He either watches video essays on YouTube or he makes them

Likes reading about witchkraft from the human realm, he finds it interesting

The one that taught Leviathan to make cardboard cutouts

Knows about 50 stray cats and has named them all

Constantly brags about how he has sharper teeth than Lucifer

Smells like a different scented candle every week

Has that stereotypical gay accent

He's zesty

He's girlypop but we all knew that

Listens to Ayesha Erotica

Goes like "GIRL you would NOT believe what Solomon did!!"

He spills all the tea all the time

King shit

He'd wear a dress in a heartbeat and he'd ROCK IT

He would cry over broken nails but not because of the pain it might cause, only because it looks ugly asf now

"I NEED TO CRY BUT MY MAKEUP WAS 40 GRIMM"

The one who painted everyone's nails

Will threaten you in order to paint your nails, but he will do a color you like

King at make up

Absolutely loves Ru Paul

Keeps trying to get Dia to set up a drag race, he's unsuccessful as of now

Strawberry is his favorite flavor

He's very physically affectionate but would absolutely respect boundaries i will kill you if you think otherwise

He would HYPE. YOU. UP.

Has gum on him 24/7

Also has tampons on him so he can give them to the homies who need them (like Leviathan)

IDK man I didn't used to like him that much but he's grown on me

VERY GOOD COOK because of course he is

Loves giving piggyback rides

Tall enough and beefy enough for you to sit on his shoulders

Would also let Belph sleep on his shoulders

He's a golden retriever. We knew this.

Surprisingly good at Just Dance

Not a dog person not a cat person but a secret third thing (he thinks cows are adorable)

Always spares bugs and spiders when he finds them

Cannot watch cooking shows, he's tried to eat the TV before

Loves going to movie theaters, will pay just for the overpriced popcorn

You can tell he genuinely loves you if he shares his food

Like he shares his food with MC and all the brothers are like "W. WHAT??"

Would INSIST you look great no matter what you look like

You will cuddle with him and Belph this is an Order

Smells like food-scented deodorant

He would be too scared to roughhouse with anyone, boy is too strong

Likes just picking people up and carrying them off

He's done this with Satan once and it actually calmed him down

Favorite show is Bluey probably

Favorite animal is a maned wolf or something

Would kill for a klondike bar

Sharpest teeth out of the brothers + bites as a love language

Every time he bites Leviathan it results in Leviathan squealing higher than able to be heard by humankind

Talks in his sleep. It is adorable thank you for asking!

Smells like Lavendar, vanilla deodorant, and a little bit of "hasn't showered in 2 days" hidden underneath

Drinks a lot of milk

Blueberry is his favorite flavor

Lucid dreams a lot

He does not believe dreams have meanings his are always either incomprehensible or if they did have menains have ones he really doesnt like

Would drink monster energy but he hates the taste of caffeine (he just like me forreal)

Gummies are his favorite snack

He gives off trans energy but i honest to diavolo can't tell if he's transfem or transmasc or neither i CANT TELL

He's girly pop in his own unique way

His DDD's ringtone is Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica

He's neurodivergent to me i just dont know how

Chews on everything for sensory reasons

Spoiled. Because he's the youngest sibling ofc he is

Every time he drinks hot cocoa he puts marshmallows in it

He considers "barging into your room and scooching you over in your bed to cuddle" a sleepover

Alternatively he'll get Beel to bring you to their room

Hey everyone remember how he's canonically a yandere-

Anyways he's cool :)

[avatarsslut]

Chapter 1: Leaving home

Ever since Ellisia was a little girl she was a shy person always doing her own things never wanting to go out. she was also a HUGE daddy’s girl never wanting her father to leave always trying to get him to take her wherever he went. Most of the time he did…..But that all changed when the sky people came back to pandora. Ellisia was sad when she had to leave her home but had to if her father wanted to protect the people. Ellisia watched as her father title was given to Tarsem he was wise for his age he would lead the people into driving the sky people away from pandora or at least try. During the ride on the way to find sanctuary Ellisia could hear loak,kiri and neteyam bickering and tuk asking if they were there yet the journey was long and rough on them. Finally they arrived to awa’altu villagers started coming towards them surrounding the family. Ellisia was scared to say the least ‘what if they won’t let us stay’ ‘what if they send us away’ all sorts of questions ran through her head. She was quickly snapped out of these thoughts when she saw two boys making fun the appearances her family had. Right when she was about to say something a young girl said “do not Ao’nung. Roxto” she was happy that someone had stuck up for her brothers. “Hey” loak said towards the metkayina girl she smiled at him and looked down. Ellisia and neteyam smirked at each other knowing that something was going to happen between them in the future. Suddenly two loud screeches were made the family looked up to see two large beasts flying down together in sync. The two men jumped off of them and walked to the beach. Ellisia looked at the Olo’eyktan and signed ‘I see you’ to him, while her parents were talking to them she felt someone staring at her she turned her head to see a young metkayina man staring at her. She was quick to turn her head back and pay attention to the conversation “they have demon blood!” Ronal said holding up loaks hand. “Look look” jake said holding up his hand “I was born of the sky people turned na’vi i will adapt we will adapt”. Ellisia felt someone staring at her so she turned her head to see the same man staring at her earlier she blushed and quickly turned her head back towards the conversation. She could still feel him staring at her she tried to pay attention to the conversation going on in front of her. After some convincing tonowari allowed them to stay and learn the ways of the metkayina.

@tiredmamaissy @zestys-stuff

AN:After a while I’m finally done with the first chapter I know it’s not much but I promise you that I will try my best to write more later on in the series

[demiesworld]

my current obsessions (warning: very long)

okay so first of all, to all of my followers (if even have any wheezes) i am soooo sorry for not being active. just things have been going south and further south for me. buuuuuut i've also been like hyperfixated on newer animes and on one manhwa (sadly it's killing stalking).

ANYWAYS.... MY CURRENT OBSESSION RN IS FUCKING DEMON SLAYER. i started watching it back in like march or february and i've been simping and focused on this anime ever since. i fucking love it omfg. my favorite characters changes a lot depending on my mood, but i am big on TENGEN (mr. flashy), RENGOKU (donut), AKAZA (donut maker), DOUMA (he puts the G in lGbt), HAGANEZUKA, and lastly... i know yall saw that new episode of season 3 w/ hantengus's fucking clones. tbh i didnt even know he could do that BUT ALL FOUR (i know there's five of them but rn it's four) OF THEM CAN GET IT. IM SORRY.

LIKE DID YALL NOT SEE THE MELANIN IN THOSE MEN?!?! THE MELANIN, THE HAIR, THE ABS, OMG. it makes me soooo excited to see darker skinned ppl in anime shows bc you know they dont hardly get drawn. and even if they are depicted as villains/demons/antagonists representation is representation. A WIN IS A WIN.

so speaking of those four i am heavy, heavy, heavy falling for my boy karaku. i mean yeah sekido can put in that work, aizetsu whimpers like a bish, and urogi is hot and all, but KARAKU?!?! UNGGGGHH. i hear sum puRRRINGGGG~~~

im thinking of writing of maybe a smut, or something platonic and basic with those four in mind. maybe just headcanons though.

another anime im fixated on even though i aint even watched not one damn episode but i feel like i know what going on in it thanks to tiktok spoilers on my FYP is BLUE LOCK. let me explain.

so out of nowhere i get this edit of rin itoshi on my fyp of him w/ the song "trance" by metro boomin and i was like damn he cute af. lemme see what anime this is. and i found out it was blue lock. so i was like ehhh sports anime dont really attract my attention like that so imma pass-

BUT THEN. A MONTH LATER. I SEE THIS FINE ASS GYARUO-LOOKING ZESTY ABOMINATION OF A MAN NAMED SHIDOU RYUSEI ON MY FYP IN AN EDIT AND I WAS LIKE WHO IS HEEEE?!! like not only is his eye color my favorite color, but he has the MELANIN. and ugh he's voiced by gojo (who i simp for too btw) VA.

and then after doing some investigating i find out some important things about this mofo. 1. he almost tried to kill kunigami, 2. he almost tried to kill rin, 3. he has some sort of love, admiration for sae (rins big bro), 4. AW YEAH HERE COMES THE DOPAMINE~, 5. it's canon that this man is so devious he had to get tied up with a muzzle bc he was too much for the blue lock ppl to handle (honestly tying him up w/ a muzzle sounds racist my boi), 6. he is ZESTY.

i just might end up writing some imagines, headcanons, etc. with shidou bc god i love me a toxic man.

LASTLY TO WRAP THIS SHIT UP I AM FIXATED ON MHA. but im not joining the fandom, im just fixated on the following characters: dabi, and aizawa. i love me a man with daddy issues and a man who can be my daddy. i feel like at this point i dont even need to read the manga or watch the anime to know what is going on and who's who thanks to tiktok spoiling every thing for me.

[barleyo]

hey babes, we both share an intense and burning passion for boomhauer, maybe you can write a lil zesty piece about that sexy texas ranger 😏 no pressure, love youuuu ❤️❤️ - atticus ;))

Lone Ranger

Boomhauer X Fem! Reader

A/N: I appreciate requests like this one so much, I was so happy to write this! Two things I’d like to apologize for: firstly, I tried to keep his speech mannerisms as accurate as possible, but it's hard for me to keep authenticity when it obstructs the flow of my writing, and secondly, I’m sorry for how long it took me to finish this! I’ve been gone for so long, so please tell me if my writing skills deteriorated while I was on hiatus. You all deserve my best, and if you don’t think I’ve given it to you, please tell me.

Summary: Alcohol and a bit of friendly competition led to you finding yourself in the arms of a handsome stranger.

The bar’s neon sign lit up your face as you pulled into its parking lot. You got out and walked inside. The scent of liquor and sweet smelling syrup hit you as you walked in, as did the sound of scattered conversation. 

You nod at the bartender and take an empty seat nearby, not noticing the man sitting next to you. 

“Don’t believe I’ve seen you here before,” he said, “I assume you’re not from around here?”

“No, I’m a town over. I thought I’d try something new, but you know how that is,” you said with a sigh.

He hummed in response, slid a menu to you and turned to the other patrons. 

You opened the menu and scanned over it, but nothing stuck out to you. You put it back down on the counter and swerved around in your stool to see the rest of the bar. There was a hallway behind the tables that led to a room with a pool table and large television.

Suddenly you heard a tapping near your spot. Turning back around, you saw a blond man sitting next to you pointing at an item on the menu. 

“It’s good, one of my favorites.”

You nodded and called over the barkeep, taking the man’s suggestion.

“Was it obvious I didn’t know what I wanted?” you asked, jokingly.

“No, don’t you worry, it wasn’t too obvious. You could say I’m just good at reading situations, you know?”

The bartender pushed your drink over to you. You took a sip, and hummed in approval.

“Definitely weren’t fibbing, that is pretty damn good,” you giggled.

“Well, I sure wouldn’t lie to you, girl,” he tossed back his drink and turned to face you more. 

You quickly finished your drink and cleared your throat. Your eyes darted down to his hands, they were well groomed and he didn’t have a ring. 

“So, uh,” you started, “this whole time, I didn’t ask you for your name. Pretty rude of me, sorry about that.”

He shook his head.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s Jeff, but most everybody I know just calls me Boomhauer,” he said.

“In that case, nice to meet you, Boomhauer. Mine’s Y/N.”

A small smile graced his face, and he ordered himself another drink. After finishing it, he stood up and looked at you. 

“They put one of them pool tables right there in the back room, I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a game or two?” he asked while putting his jacket on.

You nodded and grabbed your purse, walking with him to the back. Once you two got there, he picked up one of the the cue sticks and handed it to you.

“You know how to play, or do you reckon my help could get you started?”

“Oh, I’d appreciate some help, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve played,” you mused.

He stood behind you and positioned the stick in your hands, leaning further into you as he helped you hit the ball. The feeling of his chest against your back sent a shiver down your spine. You allowed yourself to lightly push back against him, bringing your bodies closer.

“Whole game, honestly, is just about angles. I’m talking real trigonometry, that’s what it’s made of.”

His arms wrapping around you made you feel like you were melting. You could barely keep up with what he was saying due to the heat growing in between your legs.

“Oh that was a beautiful hit, mhm,” he praised your attempt, “felt like you didn’t even need me.” 

Your mind went back to game when you felt the lack of his presence over you. He took the other stick off of the wall and took his shot, hitting two balls into the pockets. You let out a small cheer for him.

“I’m glad we’re not playing for money, because you would clear my purse out easily with that much skill,” you chuckled loudly.

He shot you a grin and put his stick back up, coming up behind you again to guide your aim.

The game concluded awhile later with Boomhauer as the clear winner. 

“Good on you, sweetheart,” you gave him a small clap with a bright smile painted on your face, “go ahead on outside to wait, winner. I’ll pick up your tab as your prize.”

After paying, you left a tip on the counter for the bartender. He smirked at you and put down the shot glass he was polishing.

“You know, he comes here often. Chats it up with the girls who come by, takes ‘em home and such,” he laughed, “Though, it seems like he really likes you, lady.”

“You think so, huh? Maybe you’re right.”

You walked out and joined Boomhauer outside.

“Do want me to drive you home? I don’t want you to have to call a cab or anything of that nature,” you asked him, wanting to spend more time with him.

“Oh, man, you don’t have to worry about me none, I’ll be just fine.“

“No, really. I insist! Besides, there’s no point in wasting your money on a cab.”

He reluctantly agreed and pulled up the directions to his house. When you pulled out onto the main road, he eyed the radio knob.

“You don’t mind if I put something on, do you?” he asked.

“Oh, for sure, go ahead. The silence was getting to me too.”

He popped on a local jazz station, humming along to the song playing.

The drive wasn’t long, but the tension you felt in the air made it feel like you were in that car with him for hours. 

You soon pulled into his driveway. He grabbed his keys from his coat pocket, and unlocked the door, holding it open for you.

“Wanna come in, at least a little while? Consider it a ‘thank you’ for driving all the way out here.”

You accepted and followed him inside. He went into his kitchen to grab a bottle of wine for you two, while you made yourself comfy on the red, velvety couch in his living room, sitting right beside the arm of it. 

He returned with two full glasses and the bottle, handed you one, and sat next to you. 

You sipped from your glass and sat in the silence for a few minutes before asking him a question.

“Did you,” you paused, “feel the same way I did tonight? The, like, tension?”

“Sure did, but it wasn’t bad tension, yeah? I didn’t think it was,” he said, “I was doing it on purpose, you know. The whole leaning into you thing.”

You giggled and positioned yourself onto his lap slowly grinding on him. 

“I had a feeling you were, dreamboat,” you unbuttoned your shirt and tossed to the side.

You leaned back and planted kisses down his neck. He huffed, running his hands up and down your body. He cupped your boobs and ran his thumbs over your covered nipples.

“Oh, let me get that,” you stopped rocking your hips and took off your bra, “there, go on, baby.”

He bit at your neck while he pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. 

He pushed his lips onto yours and continued to let his hands travel your body, finally stopping at your clothed cunt. He slipped his fingers past the band of your panties, rubbing circles on your clit. 

Your legs felt shaky and weak as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them. His palm brushed against your clit after every couple of thrusts. The repetitive ramming of his fingers made your walls ache with pleasure, the lusty expression on your face grew tenfold.

He continued to bite and suck on your throat, enhancing the feeling of his fingers. Going down your neck, he left a trail of small, bruise-like hickies. 

You started to contract around his fingers and a familiar heat made its way to your core. You squeezed your legs to ease the pressure of your orgasm. He pulled his fingers out from your dripping cunt. You whined at the loss of the feeling of being full, he popped them into your mouth to silence you.

“Oh, lord, that’s nice, darlin’, real nice. Clean these off for me, alright?” He leaned you over the side of the coffee table and slid into your entrance.

His hands latched onto your hips and he started slamming your body back and forth on his cock. Your nails dug into the wood of the table as you gripped on for stability. Your lewd whines and moans make him quicken his pace, he now reached all the deep, sensitive places he couldn’t with his fingers.

His chest started to rise and fall, and his groans became deep and sultry. He grabbed onto a chunk of your hair and pulled your head back as he pounded into your pussy. You felt your legs squeeze back together as the warm feeling returned to your stomach. 

“Ah, fuck, I’m close, really close,” you squeaked out between gasps.

Your walls scrunched around his cock as you clutched the table further, leaving scratches on the top. He grunted and pushed himself deep inside of you while he came, his seed slowly leaked out as he pulled out. He pulled you back down onto his lap, ignoring the cum dripping on his legs.

“God, you’re something else girl, I’ll tell you that,” he pulled you in for a final kiss.

[mercurial-madhouse]

Anonymous asked: I wish you would write... A Disney princess!AU (like cinderella or sleeping beauty or snow white) where both of them are princes just that they follow the same general plotline (for example H could be prince charming and L could be the one that got put to sleep or hidden somehow/some reason).

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You don’t have to say you love me (Just let me adore you)

Fiery sunlight flashes through the pendant soaring through the air, its broken chain trailing behind like snapped heartstrings.

Wrenched out of a waking dream, confusion and shock overwhelm Harry as he lurches on the shifting deck. Reeling yet frozen, he scans the insanity before him.

In his enchanted absence, chaos has usurped his throne. Niall, Liam, and Zayn are all racing about, attempting to contain the mayhem. And he’s… Why is he in his purple ceremonial robes? Why is he at sea? And the strange man a few metres away, who has just lost the pendant—what’s his name?—Ben. Why the bloody hell is Ben covered in sea creatures? Only his outstretched hand is visible, clawing for one end of the broken chain that’s sailing just out of reach.

The horrifying truth catapults into Harry’s chest. Caught within the magic bound into that necklace, he’d almost married this stranger. But this isn’t the man he loves.

Fear drives like a weighted anchor into his chest. Someone or something slams into him from behind.

Stumbling forward, Harry searches the quarterdeck desperately for the one person missing, the last person he remembers. Relief battles surprise and both cascade over Harry, unlocking his lungs beneath the flood-tide of emotion when Harry finds him.

Louis’s bracing barefoot against the opposite rail near Harry’s quarters, the captain’s cabin. The loose white shirt Harry first gave him, the one he’d flung off his own back when he’d found Louis stranded naked on the rocky shore three days ago, hangs haphazardly from one pale shoulder. The silent, shipwrecked sailor had struggled with the buttons then as though he’d never seen them before. Even now the shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his chest, one side tucked into his trousers as though Louis had thrown it on in a frantic rush to get here.

Ocean blues, wide like the ebbing tide, lock onto Harry’s. Harry launches through the melee of people and ocean life to reach Louis. Harry’s always hated low tide. Always felt like he was helplessly watching the shoreline as the ocean receded ever further away from him.

The circular pendant hits the deck and cracks. A golden flash bursts from the object, halting the tumult as it blinds everyone.

Harry’s heart surges into his windpipe as the beam zings across the deck, slams into Louis’s throat, and disappears.

Shock etches over Louis’s face. He pushes three fingers against his neck then swallows.

He opens his mouth… and speaks.

Harry’s world upends, throwing him back beneath the swirling waters of his own shipwreck eight days earlier. Up and down collide with past and present as the voice he’s dreamed of since that day comes to life and enchants him all over again with a single word.

“Hazza.”

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Harry grins at the obvious curiousity scrunching Louis’s features. Whether he never could talk or the shipwreck that brought him to Harry’s shores left him too afraid to speak, Harry doesn’t know. But his beautiful features are so wonderfully expressive it’s as though Harry’s fluent in a language he didn’t realize he knew.

“What. Haz?”

Louis nods, glancing at the closed door they’d just come through after Harry’s mum, the queen, had shooed them out of her private chambers with a wave and that childhood name for Harry on her lips.

“It’s short for Hazza.” Why is he telling Louis? His mum never calls him Haz unless they’re alone, and now he’s adding to the slip-up?

Louis’s eyes light up with such pure delight that Harry’s heart skips a beat and promptly rolls over in his chest like it’s prepared to give up the ghost to the ocean depths. He tucks a wayward strand of hair out of Louis’s eyes. Countless brushings and his hair is as wild as it’d been when Harry found him yesterday. Untameable as the ocean that’d brought him here.

Mouth suddenly dry despite emotionally drowning, Harry’s tongue flicks out to wet his lip. He follows his heart over the ocean horizon that’s reflecting in those blue eyes. “You can call me that, if you want. Hazza.”

He’s officially lost his mind. Only his mum has the right to either name. But the soft, private smile Louis bestows upon him is so warm that Harry feels like he’s been crowned the prince all over again. All the adoration of the entire kingdom pales compared to the affection emanating from Louis now.

Louis’s mouth forms silently over the word, like he’s testing the feel of the name on his lips the same way he’s once again rubbing the ruffled silk cuff of the pale blue shirt he’s wearing between his fingertips. A flash of sadness momentarily dims Louis’ smile, but then it returns larger than before, crinkling the corners of his eyes, as though Louis still loves what neither of them can hear.

Harry would give up his claim to the throne for that smile.

**

“It’s you.”

The choked words burble up from his throat like bubbles through swirling seas. Two more steps and Louis’s in his arms. Holding Louis feels like the wild exhilaration of setting sail. Louis smells like saltwater air, a zesty ocean zephyr billowing the sails and guiding Harry ever onwards.

Unable to process, Harry tries to clutch Louis close and look into his face at the same time. His forehead bumps into Louis’s temple; his palm curves over Louis’s jaw.

“How is this-... I don’t-...”

Louis’s fingers fist in the purple velvet of Harry’s coat. “I’ll explain everything, Hazza, I s-”

Even though ragged with desperation, the vibrant sound of his voice shocks through Harry. Fantasy and reality collide and fragment into crystal clarity.

The man of his dreams is standing before him. Wide awake this time with no water filling his lungs, Harry refuses to lose Louis again.

He’d almost kissed Louis in the grotto before their boat upended. Now he ducks in to smash his lips into Louis’s before anything else can break them apart.

The port side of the ship runs aground over a submerged sandbar.  A barrel careening across the deck slams into Harry in the massive shockwave surging over L'Esprit as she keels to starboard, wrenching Louis from his grasp.

“Sire!” His first mate Liam catches Harry around the waist, hauling him against the mainmast he’s got hold of. But Louis stumbles, unable to find his balance.

“No!” Harry’s hand catches empty air as Louis hits the deck, sliding with everything not held down until he slams into the starboard rail.

The ship shudders and stills, canted slightly.

Gripping the rail, Louis pushes back to his feet. Harry pushes away from Liam. The sun sinks over the horizon. A blinding green flash shoots up from the spot where she fell into the sea.

“Mary mother,” Niall, Harry’s helmsman, breathes nearby, quickly crossing himself.

Every sailor knows the superstition. The green flash. The impossible will be made possible.

Harry staggers, halting halfway to him when Louis freezes. The blood drains from Louis’s face right before he disappears from view, engulfed in the same golden magic that’d left the necklace and returned his voice.

The golden hurricane vanishes.

Pure disbelief consumes Harry.

Louis’ shirt and tattoos are gone, replaced with pale skin broken only with tiny translucent scales where his tattoos used to be. They flash golden in the last rays of light, trailing down to a magnificent fishtail. Iridescent blue, with each tiny movement the colour shifts, as though the ocean and all her colours are captured within. Speckled throughout are scales of coral red, deep and luscious.

Harry blinks. The illusion remains. Fin smacking against the wood, Louis struggles upright, bracing on his palms.

Harry’s dimly aware of those eyes locking back onto him.

Louis slowly shakes his head, the plea so obvious on his face. “Hazza, I can expl-”

A slow chuckle from the forecastle breaks through the haze of disbelief clouding Harry’s senses.

Ben rises to his feet, casually brushing off guppies and starfish. The smirk on his face transforms his features and a wave of disgust rolls over Harry.

“Even the ocean knows you don’t belong together.”

He’s speaking to Louis.

Louis shakes his head again, tail flopping once more as he tries to straighten his torso best he can. His scales are already wrinkling, drying out in the warm evening air. “You enchanted him with me voice! How was I-”

Ben cuts Louis off by holding up a hand, three fingers raised. “Three days. That was the contract. You had three days to find your true love’s kiss, no matter what.”

Harry can’t keep up. That word, love, shocks him into speaking, but only a noise comes out before Louis’s growling at Ben in an echo of that burst of impetuous fire Harry’s seen glimpses of these past few days.

“I love him.” The melody of Louis’s voice changes. “Please, Simon, just give me one more minute.”

But Ben only laughs again, that same light chuckle. It grows, steadily deepening into a throaty cackle. A cloud of black envelops him until that laughter emanates from the void, punching through Harry and the hearts of every sailor aboard.

The monstrosity left in the wake of that cloud and laughter has several sailors crying out in fear, backing away. The human half is older, greying hair and cutting eyes. Instead of a tail, the creature ends in thick tentacles.

Simon leers at Louis. “Your voice belongs to me now.”

He lunges. Louis throws himself back against the rail. His eyes find Harry. Time frees Harry’s legs. He dives forward.

Simon’s arm catches Louis around the chest. His tentacles lock around that beautiful tail. Louis’s fingers claw into the wood, but the suckers latching into his scales immobilize him.

They vanish overboard.

“No!” Harry slams against the railing in time to catch a final glimpse of iridescent scales choked by black tentacles disappearing beneath the white-capped waves. He tears the buttons of his waistcoat ripping the ornate fabric off. He grabs the railing to dive overboard.

A hand grabs his arm, wrenching him back.

“Majesty, are you mad?!” Niall stares at him in horror. “You’re human, Sire!”

A burst of agony-fueled anger surges through Harry. “I don’t care,” he roars, wrenching his arm free. “I love him.”

It doesn’t matter that he’s in love with a fish.

Niall grabs him again. “I know.” Voice softer, but no less intense, he shakes his head. “But the ocean floor is only a grave for the likes of us. You’ll be dead before you can get close.”

The pity in Niall’s eyes hurts Harry more than his next words.

“He’s lost, Harry.”

Refusing to believe that, Harry shakes his head, jerking away from the words. Something flashes on the deck.

The compass that’d been around Ben’s, no, that monster’s neck. Harry’s heart lurches into his throat when he recognizes it.

It’s his compass. Understanding that his first love would always be the sea, his mother had gifted it to him when he’d turned sixteen two years ago, so he’d always find his way home no matter how far over the horizon he sailed. He’d been clutching it when he’d gone overboard in the storm, and was so certain he’d lost it in the shipwreck.

Harry snatches it from the deck. The broken chain falls away but Harry can only stare as the familiar weight in his palm settles in a pained squeeze around his heart with a single flash of a memory.

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Floating. Numb. Idle waves weaving over his legs. A comforting pressure over his torso.

Gentle fingers brush a wet lock of hair from his face. The stranded curl slides over his cheek. His fingers curl around his compass.

Distant voices. “Majesty! Prince Harry!”

The weight shifts, startled. Lips brush a soft kiss over his brow.

“Live,” that bright voice that’d just been singing, beckoning Harry towards the surface of his consciousness, whispers, quiet yet commanding.

“Your Majesty! Prince Harry!”

A hand smooths down his arm and slides over his palm. The weight of his compass vanishes with the fingers. Someone splashes away through the shallows.

Blinding sunlight pierces his eyes as he pushes them open. He’s alone on the shore. Niall and Liam are racing across the surf towards him.

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“Your majesty!” Liam’s shout jars Harry from the memory. The ocean had claimed him, and the ocean had saved him. It’s not Louis’s eyes that were familiar. After all these years, Harry’s now certain the ocean has been familiar because it swirls in captured sunswirls in those eyes he’d finally found three days ago.

And like the ebbing tide slipping through his fingers, that freedom has once again sunk beyond his reach.

“Majesty?” Liam’s fingertips brush his elbow to get his attention. Sorrow washes his voice soft. “Your orders?”

Harry can’t look away from his compass.

The glass is cracked, as broken as the mechanism within. The arrow no longer points north, but west, towards the horizon. Angry tears blur his vision as frustration wells in the pit of his stomach. He’s spent years seeking the heart of the ocean, only to find it, only to lose him. Louis saved him twice and now Harry can’t help him.

Harry can’t follow.

Harry clutches the compass until his knuckles are white, riding the roiling wave of frustration desperately. A warmth bursts from the compass and flushes his palm. Startled, Harry jumps. Like sunlight shifting over the surface, the compass flashes with a remnant of that golden magic of Louis’s voice that’d burst from it earlier.

Hope flutters like twin swallows taking flight in his chest. Harry turns back towards the rail where the arrow is pointing.

The broken arrow moves with him, aiming ever onward in the direction Simon and Louis had vanished. Harry’s facing due west but the arrow now points north before him.

“Sire?” Niall’s eyes are wide. He crosses himself again, staring at the compass in Harry’s hand.

A grim determination sweeps over Harry. “Get us afloat, Liam.”

His first mate nods. As Liam turns, barking out orders to the rest of the crew, Harry pockets his compass and throws off the lavender waistcoat that matches the coat he’d already discarded.

Unbuttoning the top three buttons of his white shirt, he rolls his sleeves up and turns to Niall.

“To the helm, Niall. I’ve got a prince to find.”

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(Of the three Disney-inspired ideas that came to me, I attempted with this one to stick as close to a direct retelling with Louis as the princess as the prompt requested. I’d also always wondered how Prince Eric knew where to find Ariel so he could help her defeat Ursula in the Disney version of Little Mermaid. I tried to answer that here. Hope you enjoy, Anony! I know it took a while. Moving homes can make writing time hard to find! And a huge thank you to you, Lily, for all your help, love!)

Have something else you’d like to see me write? Send me an ask (anon or no) completing the sentence ‘I wish you’d write a fic where…’

OT5 Superpowers 

Invisible Louis

Only one bed (H-POV)

Only one bed (L-POV)

ABO new-omega!Louis drabble that became a fic on AO3.

OT4 Spy AU

Disney-Inspired 1: Liam/Harry/Louis as Niall’s three fairy godmother roommates.