#feesh fics

[feeshfries]

damn these bitches gay as hell !!

full pic w/ doodles & close-ups + extra thoughts under the cut ^_^

hehoo..im fixated crazy on eddsworld.. mini tords inspired by @/weebnordlord on instagram !!(linked) i love their work so so so much, genuine huge inspiration 2 me :3

ne.way ! might post more later :3 have been working on this 4ever... goodnite tumblr i love u

[nerdy-arty]

Fish sibling intervention

[renabe4life]

Fair Game Week 2023 Day 4 - Injured/Sick

Must be out of his mind, he thinks as he spares another glance to the creature that looks far too much like a man.

Out of his damn mind, but he couldn’t just leave him out there.

~fic for this work, Ebb, can be found here

[fisheito]

You ever think about Yakumo having a snomb (snake womb)? I've read this one fic where Eiden plays with Yakumo's slit(snussy) in his naga form and it's been in my brain ever since

i wanted to show u the screenshot of my ao3 tab on yakuei where u scroll and. every link is grey. but, there's no way to show u that without turning this post into Colour of the Sky so.

regarding ur pregunta, please travel back in time with me to this:

now back to the present.. at this moment, u cannot classify me as the leftmost figure. but. i cannot deny that fandom's choice of kinkery may.. influence my future preferences thanks to that fic, i think about the snussy. i have even considered the snomb by association. i' m sad (not really) to say that i will have to investigate further on snake anatomy before i can definitively say "yakumo gave me a breeding kink"

[brisquad-unit-4402]

claude x reader au where clawmino are stoners

hear me out

tags: gender neutral reader, pre-relationship, significant lack of claude in the claude x reader fic, au where everything is the same but nijisanji en is just a giant smoke circle, weed as described by someone that doesn’t do weed, other liver mentions

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The air goes rich with cocoa as Shu skims the surface of the bowl. Ribbons of instant brownie batter unfurl from the mixing spatula as he raises it, then slaps the surface of the bowl again.

His phone rests on the counter. No matter how hard he wills it the screen remains blank with zero notifications. How long does it take to meet up with your plug, anyway?

Still, there’s not much else he can do while he waits for you to return. Folding the batter would be fun, but you told him over-mixing is a one-way ticket to tough brownies, so that has to wait. Especially since he hasn’t added the chocolate chips yet. The best brownies have an obscene chip-batter ratio but that requires folding, so… waiting.

In a rare moment of impatience Shu stabs the spatula into the batter and picks up his phone, just as the door clicks open.

“Got it?” He asks as you step inside, noticeably sans weed. “You got it, right?” He repeats even though he thinks he knows the answer and your empty hands confirm it.

You bitterly shovel a handful of chocolate chips in your mouth. “He’s not selling.”

“But Finana just bought from him the other day.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not Finana.”

Shu peers at you. When you invited him over to take the piss out of a crappy movie you were in a good mood, but now your eyes were pointed and narrow. Not to mention they weren’t red at all, which was going to be a problem. Sober commentary is fine, but zooted commentary goes way harder.

You flicked on your phone, unaware of Shu’s observations. “You think I could I.O.U. Feesh for some of her stash right now?”

“She’s out of town.”

“Fuck, you’re right.” You grimaced at the screen, then met his eye. “Hey, you wanna see something stupid?”

“Yeah?”

Without a word, you handed your phone to Shu. He took it gingerly and held it to his face. “From Claude: Find another weed guy I can’t [frick] with you?” Shu glanced back at you with all the understanding of a gerbil lost in a quantum physics seminar. You gestured for him to go on. “Uhhhhmm nothing personal, I can’t—“

Shu’s jaw dropped as he scrolled down. “—I can’t fall in love right now?!”

“It gets worse,” you said.

“You’re Everthing (with a big E and no y, huh) I love so if I ever see you again I’ll never let go of your hand sooo yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“Woa,” Shu said.

“So no weed.”

“Infinite weed glitch.”

“No, I just said he’s done selling to me.”

“Reader, he’s asking you out,” Shu said. “So if you stay together you have access to like his entire stash.”

You furrowed your brow. “I know he’s your friend, Shu, but are you seriously telling me to take advantage of him ‘cause he’s a dealer?”

Shu didn’t say anything.

“You’re an awful liar.”

When caught in a lie Shu always reacts childishly, a far cry from his usual laidback attitude. Guilt paints his face. “Okay, maybe he’s trying his best and doesn’t know what to do!” He cries. “This is the guy that routinely says he’s afraid of women, of course he doesn’t know how to ask anyone out!”

“He does that?” You bury your face in your hands. Surely you’re turning a deeper shade of red, too. “Oh, no. We’re both clueless.”

You slump down into the couch and groan for a while. Shu follows, brownies forgotten in favor of patting you on the back and occasionally, awkwardly giggling.

“It’s not that bad. You can get to know each other,” he tries. “I guess you’ve talked with him a little but not enough to be a friend instead of weed guy? So you could, uh, try being friends?”

“Shu, he professed his love to me and I don’t even know his last name.”

“Clawmark.” He rethought what you said. “He’s really bad with romance.”

You groan some more. Shu pats you on the back again, albeit even more awkwardly.

“You knew he liked me, didn’t you?”

He hesitated, but mustered up the words before you could call him out on it again. He sheepishly laughs. “I didn’t not know… he wanted to talk to you more.”

“Wait, did he keep cutting me deals because he liked me? I thought it was because I was a regular!”

“He gives you deals?”

“Yes?”

Shu buries his head in his hands just like you. “I didn’t realize he had it that bad.”

You both sit on the couch, unaware of how identical you look, until Shu grips your sleeve. “You don’t have to be cool with it, and he won’t be weird if you aren’t cool.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t cool.”

“Oh.”

“He’s kind of cute.”

“Okay.”

“In a lost dog type of way.”

“Huh.”

You exhale as you rub your fingers through your hair. “You have to tell me if I’m about to make an awful decision in my dating life.”

“I don’t think it’s bad, no.” Shu giggles again, but this time relief colors his words. “He’s a good guy but you should think about it before telling him anything.”

You set your phone on the table, lean back into the couch, and stare into the ceiling with laser vision. “Great. Now I need to get high and we don’t even have weed for the weed brownies.”

Shu sighs, resigned. He picks up his own phone. “I’ll go ask for Kunai’s prices.”

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi ✧. ┊ sorry i can only find this meme on ifunny

[aerknight]

feesh lads inspired by @naffeclipse's fic!

Bruuuuh this took sooooo loooong. Mostly because I would put it down every time I got stuck on the design or colors haha.

Also, can I just say Naff I really respect how you leave so much up to the reader in terms of design aspects! (though if you happened to let more details of how you see them slip I would not complain. :eyes:)

I'm not sure if I'm completely happy with them... I might have other ideas later. Sun has some lionfish/betta inspiration, Moon was inspired by the snowflake moray eel, angler fish, and lancetfish. I wasn't sure if the pattern for the 'stars' was too structured, but it was reminiscent of deep-sea bioluminescence so I thought it fit.

[inkspottie]

Yoooo I absolutely love ur Sebastian fic :333 inspired me to make some doodles myself too. Ur art and ur writing are SO GOOD like WOAH!!!

Aw thank you! I appreciate the kind words. Have a scrunkly feesh

[14dayswithyou]

Does [REDACTED]s name begin with N? On one of your fic posts you referred to him as N, idk if it was a typo or not but it got me thinking!

✦゜ANSWERED: Oh!! N is the name Jesse and I decided to give yanderen’t Ren in order to distinguish him from all of his other AUs!! Just like how his yandere homie AU name is [RENDACTED], his 2017 AU name is Sevren, and his mer Ren AU is just Feesh lmao

[alexluminosbucket]

another feesh au for dca!! yum yum With a fic that is to be coming soon "H20 Please No More Water"

[imagine-darksiders]

feesh

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

! :D

The delight with which I gasped at my screen. Sadly, I haven't used feesh in any fic so far. :(

[pomegranate-belle]

5. A fic I haven't read yet from you, but I want to

Mermatt. Hands down. Every time I think about it, I think about how I don't typically like AUs, but you always handle them so well. And also. Feesh.

6. Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics

When Comics!Matt realizes NMCU!Foggy has a crush on his Matt from Through the Looking Glass IT CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY POM

8. What I like the most about your writing

It's a crime that I have to choose one single thing, so I'll choose what I *aspire* towards, and that is your pacing. You always know how much information to drop and when, it's incredible. And your characterization NEVER misses. ...I still failed to choose one thing.

12. A fic of yours that i've re-read 13. If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else

These are both applicable to She's Doing This On Her Own, which I have mentioned to people irl who know I write/read, and that I have re-read multiple times, admiring the desolate, but mundane atmosphere you set in it. The fact that I genuinely have NO idea where it's going is so so so so exciting and has been mentioned in conversations where I try to get people to read Spider-Gwen.

[openly weeping tears of joy] C-cool

[fix-it-feesh]

I received a fic request from @burningmusicfunnygiant where Ralph defends Felix from a bully, which I could TOTALLY see happening. No one messes with Ralph’s friends. Capiche? >:(

For the record, this is set sometime between the first film and the sequel, though probably closer to the first. Enjoy! :D

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Oh hey, look! More rambling! Really quick: the game I used is the 1986 classic, Rampage. I know the characters are huge enough to destroy buildings, but for the sake of being realistically proportioned, let’s say they’re only huge in their game. When they’re chilling elsewhere they’re just...big. Alright, enjoy for real now!!

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One root beer at Tapper’s had easily turned into two for Ralph and Felix that evening. The both of them had some time to kill since they were missing the other two members of their group. Tammy was working overtime in Hero’s Duty to run some drills, and Vanellope had stayed behind in Sugar Rush to test out a new course. It wasn’t until Zangief (who had already knocked back a few before Ralph and Felix arrived) pulled up a seat that things got a little out of control.

A generous splash of root beer doused Felix when Zangief gestured a bit too wildly with his storytelling (and stein-holding) hand. All eyes turned to the small handyman, who had removed his dripping cap from his head.

“Apologies, Felix,” Zangief told him, realizing belatedly what he had done. “I did not mean to get so much on you.”

“No harm done, friend,” Felix was quick to reassure, knowing it had been a harmless accident and not anything intentional. “It’s nothin’ a little water won’t take care of. ‘Scuse me, fellas. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

And with that, Felix hopped down from the barstool he’d been occupying and headed towards the washroom. It wasn’t the first time he’d had root beer spilled on him, and it more than likely wouldn’t be the last. However, he did plan on meeting his sugarplum once she was free later, so it was probably for the best to rinse off the stickiness before it had a chance to settle into the fabric of his clothes.

As Felix went to push open the washroom door, he found it already swinging out towards him. With a quick sidestep, he managed to avoid a collision that would have no doubt squashed his nose. He was ready to apologize for being in the way, but that was before a gruff, unfriendly voice boomed down at him.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going, shortie?!”

It wasn’t so much the harsh statement itself that had Felix’s eyes widening into saucers as it was the individual he had slowly looked up at. Now, Felix was used to others towering over him, but what he wasn’t used to was the big, silvery-blue wolf leering down at him with sharp teeth and glowing red eyes.

When he managed to unfreeze, it occurred to Felix that he’d never seen the wolf before (which said something since Felix had been around the arcade for over three decades). Had a new game been plugged in? There‘d been talk of another retro cabinet being donated the previous week, or so they’d overheard Mr. Litwack offhandedly comment. Maybe that was where this, um, newcomer was from.

Considering they’d already started off on the wrong foot, Felix felt that it was important to try and make amends. It was why he held out a gloved hand towards the wolf in a goodhearted show of camaraderie.

“I’m awfully sorry about before, but it’s nice to meet’cha, neighbor! The name’s Fix-It Felix Jr., from the game Fix-It Felix Jr.”

The wolf stared down at the outstretched hand for all of three seconds before he threw his head back and laughed like he’d heard the funniest, rib-tickling joke of his life. It was a tad confusing to say the least, and if Felix wasn’t already feeling unsettled he might have asked what was so funny. Had he missed something, maybe?

When the wolf finished laughing, he took a step towards Felix and grinned in full, showing way more pointy teeth than Felix had originally seen.

“Listen, neighbor,” he started, though it sounded more like an angry snarl. “I’ve eaten things bigger than you. As a matter of fact, I’m feeling pretty hungry right now...”

And here the wolf drew closer to Felix, who instinctively held up both hands and backpedalled. “I-I don’t want any trouble! I just thought since you’re new an’ all, it’d be nice to introduce myself.”

“Oh yeah, really nice,” the wolf agreed, though he sounded no less menacing than he had before. “Especially since I get a free meal out of it.”

Felix turned as white as a sheet. Meal?!

“N-n-now, hold on just a minute!” he stammered, taking another step back. “If you’re feelin’ hungry, there’s a great burger game just across the station. I could show you exactly where it—”

“Hey!”

Relief flooded through Felix upon hearing the familiar voice; it gave the fixer’s jelly legs a little more stability as he turned towards Ralph, who was walking in his direction.

“I don’t know how long a ‘jiffy’ is, but you were taking a while so I wanted to make sure you didn’t fall in or anything,” Ralph explained, prior to staring down the wolf. “Who’s this?”

“Oh! This is, uh...a-actually, I don’t think I caught your name, sir,” Felix squeaked, glancing back at the figure positioned in front of him.

Turning away from his previous person of focus, the wolf faced Ralph directly. They were of similar heights and hulking builds, though Ralph seemed a smidgeon taller.

“What’s it to you, chump? Mind your business and take a hike,” the wolf growled, clearly not put off by the size of Ralph’s fists.

Felix audibly gulped as Ralph’s expression hardened into something that foreshadowed an impending loss of his temper. “That’s MY friend, so this is MY business.” Then, turning to Felix, Ralph asked: “Is this guy giving you a hard time, Felix?”

It was in his code to try and diffuse any dangerous moments, which was why Felix shook his head a bit too quickly. “Nope! Not at all! We were just talking. I-in fact, he’s part of the new game that was plugged in.”

“No kidding?” Ralph asked, glancing back at the wolf through narrowed eyes. “Well, newbie. How about picking on someone your own size?”

“I know just the ‘someone’,” the wolf challenged, stepping closer to his competitor.

“Hey, Ralph!”

Both wolf and wrecker turned to look at the saloon doors, where an equally large gorilla and lizard now stood. Although they shared the same level of intimidation that the wolf radiated, they didn’t seem as aggressive or intent on starting a fight.

“We found a table,” the gorilla said.

“Yeah, quit being a punk and hurry up,” the lizard added.

The wolf grumbled something incoherent before he looked back at Ralph; his gaze jumped from his almost-opponent to his almost-snack before he heaved a heavy sigh and sifted a set of long claws through the fur on his head.

“Sorry,” he muttered, shocking Ralph and Felix both with the abrupt (and very unexpected) change in demeanor. “It’s hard adjusting to after hours when you spend the whole day destroying everything.”

“I can relate,” Ralph remarked, though he still kept his guard up in case the wolf was only pretending to cool down.

With another beckoning from his party, the wolf started to leave. Before he was completely out of earshot, he said: “By the way, I wouldn’t actually eat your friend. He’s barely got any meat on him. And the name’s Ralph.”

“Ralph,” the other Ralph repeated, watching the wolf, gorilla, and lizard head off. “Hunh. At least I won’t forget his name.”

THUNK.

The solid sound had Ralph looking at Felix, only to see that the hero had slid down along the wall; he was breathing heavier than normal and squeezing his cap against his chest as though it were a lifeline.

Concerned, Ralph bent a knee and got down to Felix’s level. “You ok, buddy?”

“P-peachy keen!” Felix wheezed, even when his terrified mannerisms suggested that he was more panicky than peachy. “Just...just need a sec to catch my breath.”

Ralph gave him a few, and when the color had returned to Felix’s face, he asked again: “You good?”

“Loads better,” Felix confirmed, smiling. Thanks for stepping in like that. You’re a real pal.”

“No one pushes my friends around like that. He’s just lucky Cal wasn’t here,” Ralph replied, huffing. “Then there’d really be an issue.”

“Don’t I know it, brother,” Felix agreed with a chuckle. Tammy was a sweetheart, but something told Felix there would have been even more chaos had his wife been involved in the hallway kerfuffle.

Ralph extended a square finger at Felix, who used it to pull himself back up. “Come on,” he said, “let’s get back to the...oh. You’re still covered in root beer.”

Felix blinked down owlishly at his cap before sharing a similar look over his work shirt. “Jiminy-jaminy, you’re right! I completely forgot about that.” It was a little too late to rinse out the stains since they had had time to soak in, which meant Felix was better off going back to Niceland and changing his clothes altogether.

“I’ll take care of your tab,” Ralph offered, once he and Felix had returned to the main bar area.

“Golly, you don’t have to do that. I don’t mind closin’ out before I head on home,” Felix replied.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll get me next time,” Ralph brushed him off. “Now go take a shower. You smell like soda.”

With an amicable, yet gentle slap to Felix’s back, Ralph went to retake his former place at their table. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the table had gained three familiar members.

“Come meet new friends!” Zangief exclaimed, having remained behind to hold down the fort. “This is George, and Lizzie, and—“

“Ralph,” Ralph deadpanned, staring at the wolf who smirked at him wickedly. “Great.”

[renabe4life]

As I start physio for my wrist, I've been thinking now's a good time to reread some wips and decide which one I might try to work on first once I have less pain from all these exercises. I also thought it might be fun to do a poll to see which fics folks wanna see updated soonest:

Propaganda (read: current wip status) below the cut!

Take Root- the modern AU of two old men supporting each other and learning to grow around their scars. The bulk of chapter 17 is written. There is one small scene I need to add, and one other scene needs some serious editing before it is ready to post. We're hitting a big emotional beat in this one, so I want to get it right.

Ebb- feesh lad! aka the mer AU that wasn't supposed to become a chaptered fic, but alas Qrow decided to have some secrets that need time and trust to reveal. There is enough written to call it a chapter, but... I gotta figure out what's bothering me about it and fix it, along with general editing that needs doing. A fun little reveal in this one, plus a cagey bird who flusters a lot.

Stop-Off- the camping AU meet-cute featuring widdol Yang and Rubes (and their mom being a complete menace while dad is oblivious). Chapter 2 is about three quarters of the way written. It needs at least a scene at the end to finish out the day, with a little editing needed on what's already written. Cloves is having a bit of a crisis at the start of this one, followed by Qrow having one in the second half lmao.

Distraction- the two part hurt/comfort plus spice recovery fic. Very little written for the second and final chapter. It is going to require a delicate balance to keep the tone I want throughout those heated moments. Depending on the vibes, I could bang this out in a feverish trance or take forever on it- hard to say!

[themarginalartist]

Teeny snippet time! More mers cause that do be the thing today.

[homosexualratchet]

✨thinking about them✨

[katreal-fic]

Amberina by Morning

Chapter 16/??

Ascension

Summary:

The downing of the Aurora was one tragedy among many in the long history of Planet 4546B, but it is, perhaps, one you can survive.

Once a young boy stood on a sterile, white sand shore, dreaming of the stars.

After the fetters of broken dreams rain down with the thousands of red-hot meteors that scatter across an endless ocean with no hint of land in sight–maybe this tragedy will set you free.

Preview:

The Aurora didn’t stop being a hazardous deathtrap just because you found the flimsiest of silver liningings.

The higher up the wreckage you go, the more certain you are that this is the bridge. It’s collapsed onto and through at least four floors by your count now, judging by the signs dotting the gutted wrecks of hallways you pass that have been crushed by the much thicker, shielded room.

It hasn’t just been a straight shot either, the path almost seems to curve, abandoning the open sky for the shadow of the grave instead, ending up under the overhang of an upper deck and a smouldering hull fragment that results in the occasional burning chunk of metal and debris coming loose with the shifting of the ship and smashing into the metal flooring around you.

The very picture of an ancient hellscape. All you’re missing is the rivers of magma that would seem more at home on planet 1531, may you never have to return there again. That particular warp-gate was recently serviced, however, so the demand for on the spot fabrication wasn’t likely unless something catastrophic happened and then it wasn’t your fucking problem.

Not that...it’ll ever be your problem again.

Read the rest => [Link]