#he hella looks like this fish though

[tainted-liquor]

Sea Grillz✧˖°

'I wont hurt you, mama c'mere' - Miles G. Morales e42! Miles Morales x BlackFem!Mermaid!Reader TWs: I don't think there are any ! Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, and smiles! A/N: Reader is slightly Caribbean-coded! Other than that enjoy luvs :P W/C: 1,410

The moon illuminated the ominous night sky, painting gentle highlights on the surface of everything that can be seen by the naked eye. Miles was keeping watch of a cargo ship he had just taken over 20 minutes earlier, relying on his prowler mask to aid his eyes through the deep dark sky. He was cold, and even though everyone on the ship prior had been robbed of their life, he couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't really alone. The soft crash of the waves and the rock of the cargo ship touched the drum of his ear in a hypnotizing lullaby, allowing him to shake the fleeting sensation of a pair of eyes on him. He took a glance over the sea-line, and everything was clear. But just as he turned his head away from the eastern side of the Caribbean sea, he caught a sudden movement sandwiched in between the low tide.

As you swam through the tide, weaving through the seaweed and coral on your way back to your safe haven, you notice an unfamiliar silhouette standing perfectly still against the rock of the waves. You halted your movements, freezing in place as the end of your tail twitched in anticipation. Having spent all of your life out deep in the sea, you had never really seen anything like this strange shadow before and slowly approached the surface to take a look. It looked like the little sailboat you had in your glass bottle, which you had found whilst swimming slightly closer to the shore than you normally would. You quietly swam closer, before you caught an identified figure turn your way. Was that a human?

You quickly ducked down into the water, baby-teal tail perfectly hiding in the sea as you swam closer. If it truly was a human, he wouldn't follow you down. Especially if they knew just how deep the water was, and what could possibly reside. You saw the human stand up, straightening his posture as he clenched his...claw? You caught the shiny metal glimmering in the moonlight, common sense leaving your body as you began to swim closer toward the man.

Up close he was hella intimidating, a purple sort of...chunk of glow-y metal obscured your view of his face, small white slits stationed where his eyes would have been. You poke your head out of the water, remaining a comfortable distance away from the man, hesitantly leaning back as he turns to face you. The small white cuts on his mask squint, indicating to you that he's examining the little that he can see of you, your big beady brown eyes, slightly furrowed brows, and hair stuck to the top of your head like a smooth glove due to the weight of the water. He turned his head to the side as he walked closer to the edge, standing with both claws at his side, tightly clenched and ready to fly at the slightest mishap. He beckons you closer with his two fingers, nodding his head backward as if to say 'Come here.'

You stay still for a moment, narrowing your eyes before swimming closer, still making sure to keep your tail out of view just in case he felt like having a fish dinner. He chuckles lowly as he holds out a sharp claw, titanium twinkling in the moonlight as he extends it out to you. You swam closer, bringing yourself up out of the water a bit more so he could see your whole face and tensed shoulders. You put your smaller hand within the palm of his cold claw, watching as the faded-blue ombre of your skin faded to your original melanated shade as it came into contact with the crisp air. He gently pulled you forward, causing you to swim fully up out of the water, tail keeping you afloat as your body finds its resting harmony with the waves of the water.

the small slits on his mask widen for a moment, before quickly squinting as he mumbles a low "I won't hurt you, mama. C'mere." You reluctantly allow him to pull you closer, placing your top half on the freezing floor of the cargo ship as you inhale sharply at the sensation. He laughs before shaking his head and returning his confused gaze back on your tail. "Eres tan fascinate, chica bonita..." he mumbles as he walks around me, taking in most of my form as he studies the scales that create a smooth transition to my tail. I tilt my head to the side in confusion, eyebrow-raising as I attempt to decipher what it was he just said.

He gave another chuckle before crouching down, placing his wrists on his knees as he gives me one final scan. "What's your name?" he asks as I frown slightly. I point to the gills on my neck before making a talking motion with my hand and crossing my arms. Without exposure to water, my gills would make it virtually impossible for me to speak. He looks around quickly, ripping a piece of a dead man's shirt, dunking it in water, and tying it lightly around my neck. Admittedly, it probably looked odd but he was probably just really curious as to what I would sound like, but desperate times require desperate measures.

I take another sharp inhale, my voice recalibrating as I feel my vocal cords return to their lively harmony. My voice was smooth and laced with a thick Islander accent. "I am Y/N." I nod, any fear I had of the strange man dissipating almost immediately as I reach out to feel the strange material of his mask, the projected purple glitching and running away from my touch. He nods slowly before he gets his next question ready. "You live here? Like, always?" he asks. I nod again as I begin to toy with the pointed triangles on the back of his suit, attempting to bend the solid material under my fingertips.

"You a handsy lil' thing, huh?" He remarks as he gently removes my hands from his suit, mask disappearing before my eyes as I watch his smug smirk grow. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he murmurs a small "Don't touch. My tech is dangerous, and mad expensive" He grins as he watches me visually analyze everything he was wearing, confused at why a human would need such things in the first place. My first thought was that he was a pirate, stealing and taking things that weren't really his, but if pirate, why kind? I stare deeply into his eyes, face mere inches away from his as I internalize every feature of his. I knew I'd never see him again, so I committed every small detail of his to memory.

"Who are you?" I ask with a puzzled expression, trying to make sense of his whole get-up and why he was acting so sketchy. From the body sitting just mere inches away from him, him sitting on a boat that he clearly doesn't own, and me practically being in his lap as he makes no attempt to harm me whatsoever. He was absolutely gorgeous as his deep brown skin seemingly glowed under the night sky, a slight smile on his lips as a couple of his teeth peaked from under his grin, and strange jewelry was visible on his teeth. He chuckled as he placed a gentle claw to the side of my face, his pupils bullying their way through my soul as he tilts my face up slightly.

"I'm the Prowler, Mami. But I'll be back for you, Chiquita. Sometime when I'm off work" He winked as he rested his hands just above my hips, dangerously close to my shiny scales. He didn't seem to care about the unfamiliar texture under his skin as he watched my fins flap madly in the water, indicating my mix of surprise and joy. I nod as I feel him release my hips, allowing me to slip back into the water before his mask silently reforms, encasing his seemingly perfect face behind the purple hologram-like features. He walked backward as he got one last look at me before turning around and walking himself to the helm of the ship. I gave him a small wave, free hand resting on the piece of fabric wrapped thickly around my neck as I swam away, feeling slightly somber about having to say goodbye.

[spacecowboyhotch]

In Plain Sight: Family Dinner

summary: nathan meets your sisters— alternatively, you get grilled by your family (nathan joins in of course).

pairing: nathan bateman x f!reader

contents: this entire series is 18+, SIBLINGSSSSSS, talks of dating, bi!reader, teasing, food mention, mentions of caretaking/sick parent, kissing, nathan is so in love (so is reader)

wc: 1,465

an: back at it with these two again. i adore them. i love them. this is lowkey chaos. and nathan sort of fits in perfectly with her family’s chaos which i was expecting to struggle with a bit. thank you to @juneknight for always being there to listen and brainstorm, you’re too good to me!

in plain sight masterlist | tiana | planted | little hamlet

3 months post To Atomize

“If neither of you are ready he doesn’t have to come. But, he’s very excited to meet you.”

Emma and Phillipa are sat on the couch as you stand— more like pace— in front of them. You shouldn’t be nervous, it’s not like this is the first time they’ve met someone you’ve been involved with. Nathan isn’t just somebody is he though? Asshole boss turned slightly less asshole boyfriend. The word feels weird in your mouth, not just because 6 months ago you were calling him Mr. Bateman, but because he seems like so much more than that.

All of his talk of being obsessed, about being consumed, well you feel the same way. You aren’t sure that the term boyfriend really compasses that. But, who would you be to shut that down— saying it doesn’t feel right, or strong enough— when Nathan had the most smug, giddy look on his face when he called you his girlfriend for the first time?

“Oh my god, don’t be a chicken, we’re ready,” Phillipa gripes, leaning back against the couch to more easily fish her phone out of her pocket.

“Hey, don’t call me a chicken.”

“You’ve been dating Mr. Bateman forever,” She says, scrolling on her phone. “It’s been on Twitter.”

“Its been 6 months. Call him Nathan, he's not some stuffy old man.” You say. Well— he’s not old at least. “And please don’t mention Twitter, I’m perceived enough these days.”

Emma pipes up finally, “Phil says that’s a hella long time.”

You narrow your eyes at the older girl who’s giving your younger sister a similar look. “Phil says hella, does she?”

“Emma you swore you wouldn’t tell!”

“I didn’t! I used it in a sentence!”

“Okay, okay— we don’t yell at each other.. You’re both sure?”

“Yes!” They say together with different levels of eagerness, though they’re both excited.

You regard them with wary eyes. Nathan’s excited. They’re excited. Your nerves are certainly there, but you are too.

“Alright but I need you both to be on your best behavior. Be the sweet girls I know you are. And no more cussing. Either of you.”

—

Nathan’s been uncharacteristically quiet but you know that he’s just gathering information, feeling things out. But, Phillipa takes that as nerves and being the rebellious teenager that she is, she wants to have some fun.

She mixes up the pasta in front of her, examines it as she nonchalantly asks, “Nathan, where do babies come from?”

Nathan bites back a nervous laugh. “Don’t they teach you that in sex ed? I mean scientifically speaking it’s a bore but—“

“Nathan,” You grit out in warning, your eyes meeting his.

He gets the message straight away, going in for a different method of attack. “I could make a baby with my bare hands. Program it to never cry or eat, to sleep its 16 hours.”

Emma perks up. “Like a babydoll? Mine is broken.”

“Emma, a new doll is on your Christmas list. It's not broken, you just want the new one,” Phillipa says, reaching for the red pepper flakes.

“I could build her one that's better than anything you could buy on the market. Those things crap out, they malfunction.”

Your brow furrows as you look over at Nathan, this is not where you expected this conversation to go, though you’re not ungrateful. “You’re going to build my sister a doll?”

“Oh, please? Please, please, Mr. Bateman!”

“I told you to call him Nathan, Em.”

Phillipa leans in, “Hey, what about me? Emma gets a doll what do I get.”

“Nathan isn't here to give you thinks, Phil, he was just here to meet you.”

“That depends on what you like Philippa. I can do anything,” Nathan proclaims, leaning back against his chair and crossing his arms.

“Nobody can do anything.”

“That was before you met me. Name it.”

“I’m gonna think of something super impossible.”

“I look forward to proving you wrong, Phil.”

Phil studies him for a moment, trying to decide if she’ll say what’s on her mind. “You’re cooler than anybody she’s ever dated.”

“Oh really?”

“Phil, please,” You plead, completely abandoning eating in turn for twirling your pasta anxiously.

Phillipa ignores completely ignores you, grinning at Nathan’s interest. “Yeah, the last guy she brought looked like Goofy and sounded like Mickey Mouse.”

“Mickey Mouse, huh? You into rats, sweetheart?”

“What about the lady with the curly hair? I liked her,” Emma says softly.

Nathan’s brows raise as he trains his gaze on you. “The lady?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers. Your sisters and Nathan grilling you— together. This was simultaneously the best and the worst idea. They had to meet of course, what with you being pretty sure you want to spend the rest of your life with Nathan. But did they have to gang up on you like a well choreographed dance? Especially on the first go of it.

“We were friends. How do you even remember her, Em, you were a toddler?” You look at her with eyes that say back off but she’s 7, in her own world, having a great time.

Nathan’s building her a babydoll for gods sakes.

Emma grins, “She always gave me candies.”

“Wait a fuc—“ He stops himself, mindful of your sisters, repeating with just as much shock as before, “a lady?”

“Friends,” You emphasis again.

“I literally caught you two kissing,” Phil says, rolling her eyes.

“Philippa—“

Nathan throws his head back, laughing loudly, “Not much of an explanation for that, is there honey?”

“It never went anywhere— not that I owe to any of you to explain,” You give all of them narrowed eyes, your face feeling hotter than the surface of the sun.

“They were all nice at least,” Philippa muses, twirling some pasta around her fork.

“Like I would bring home somebody that would be mean to either of you.”

“Phillipa says people say Nathan’s a jackass,” Emma announces before stuffing more garlic bread in her mouth.

You fix Phillipa with an icy look, and she quickly looks away, suddenly very interested in the basket of garlic bread in front of her. “When I told you to spend more time with your sister, that really did not include teaching her swear words.”

“I like swear words!” Emma protests.

Nathan leans in, smiling wide, eyes glittering mischievously, “Emma, so do I.”

You lean closer to Nathan, whispering, “Honey, you’re not helping.”

“Right. Lips zipping,” He whispers back, straightening up.

You turn back to your sisters. “Less swear words, more dinner. Or are you finished?”

“I’m finished. Can we have the brownies Phillipa made?”

“Of course, little one. Phillipa? Nathan?”

Phil just gives you a nod, while Nathan says, “All good, sweetheart.”

Dessert is much more mellow, and afterwards Nathan offers to do the dishes for you so that you can make sure your sisters get to bed alright. Once you’ve said goodnight to them, you return to your room. You find Nathan there, fingers tracing the trinkets and family heirlooms that sit on your desk.

You shut the door quietly behind you, “I told you they were…”

“Like you?” Nathan suggests, his mouth sitting in that smug grin.

You scoff. “Nosy. I’m not nosy.”

“You’re pretty fucking nosy.”

“Am not.”

“I didn’t say I disliked it about you honey, don’t get your panties in a twist,” He reaches for you, crowding you against the wall near your bed.

“My panties are untwisted, Nathan,” You say matter of factly, unimpressed with him.

He grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek, your jaw, your neck. “Can I take them off then?”

“My sisters are down the hall, so is my mom,” You whisper, a little breathless and Nathan takes note of that.

“I thought you liked covering my mouth?” He asks, pulling away from your neck to wag his eyebrows at you. You stare up at him, eyes alight, mouth flat. He wants to kiss you until his brain melts out of his ears but digresses. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave.”

“Thank you, Mr. Bateman,” You say, your voice a little exasperated though there’s a smile pulling at your lips. You detangle yourself from him, starting towards the door. “I’ll get you some towels to shower and check on my mom.”

“You’ll let me know if she’s up for company?” Nathan watches you deflate, sorry that he even asked. But, he’s eager to meet the woman who raised you. He wants to ask questions and know more about the both of you.

“Yeah, I’ll let you know,” You murmur.

“If not, I’ll just write her a note. You know I’m good for it,” He murmurs, nodding head towards the note he’d written you that sits on your nightstand. “Come back here. Please.”

When you cross the room to him, he pulls in close, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that makes you so dizzy you can’t remember that you were sad.

“What was that for?”

He raises a brow at you, “What, I can’t kiss my girlfriend whenever I want?”

“You and that word are really going strong?”

“You jealous?”

“Nathan, that would make a negative amount of sense, my love.”

He starts to kiss at your neck like before, using a little more teeth this time. “Oh that’s new. I like that. Say it again.”

“To the shower, Bateman.”

nathan taglist: @missdictatorme, @hon3yboy, @runa-falls, @campingwiththecharmings, @toracainz, @steven-grants-world, @clemdango04, @jdbxws, @crispysublimecupcake, @sub-aro, @faretheeoscar, @cupidysm, @whentheskyispinkandabitblue, @nova-ivy541, @sparkypantelones, @veritable-trash, @mangoslushcrush, @thhriller @tenderhornynihilist, @queerponcho, @redcake333

[normal-internet-user]

hiya cutieee!! i saw your requests were open and because I love your writing so much, I thought I'd send one in! 👉🏼👈🏼

if it's not too much trouble, can I have headcanons for a platonic!sibling!reader with the Rise Turtles? gender neutral, Mikey's "twin" in age, and selectively mute? I'd love some sibling fluff!!! only if you wanna, ofc!! no pressure (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡ love yaaaaa!

— (can i be) 🪼 anon ?? ^^

Dawww shucks- you're so sweet<3 of course you can be Jelly fish anon! (Ok 100% honest I could not find the jelly fish emoji, so imma call u jelly lol)

RISE BOYS WITH A SELECTIVE MUTE SIBLING

....................................

You would be babied just as much as Mikey.

Honestly I'm surprised they don't put the two of you in a box labeled, "Fragile: Baby Siblings:"

You being selectivly mute has never been a problem for them,

No matter the reason for it.

All four of the boys know sign language,

Donnie and Mikey are the only one's fluent though.

Leo and Raph know enough to understand you, and hold a simple conversation,

But that's about it.

Donnie was non-verbal for a while as a kid, and Mikey's with you like, all day,

So it makes sense they'd be fluent.

You and Mikey are literally inseperable.

If one of you is around, there's a 99% chance the other is two.

You even share a room and everything, you have your half and he has his.

If either of you need some privacy, there's a curtain you can pull out to make a kinda wall between your halves.

You always go to Raphie for comfort.

Sure, you tell Mikey, like, everything,

But Raph just makes you feel safe.

Leo is always fucking with you in only the way an okder brother can.

"I'm not touching you!"

"I'm not in your room."

*Poke poke poke poke*

Just go complain to Donnie, he'll hide you in the lab and go fuck with Leo back.

Or you can deal with it yourself.

Your choice broski.

You're probably really quiet.

Like really fuckin' quiet.

So scaring your brothers is hella easy and really fun.

You can also just walk out of the room and no one will notice until walk back in with, like, a soda.

*Pop!*

"When did you leave??"

*Shrugs and sips soda*

Donnie has tried equipting you with a bell,

It did absolutely nothing.

Even with the bell, you're still so quiet-

If you're having a particular kind of day, Donnie always welcomes you into the lab.

Peaceful moments ensue.

Just the soft tinkering from your brother and the occasional convo in morse code.

Mikey's also a go to on these days,

Your twin knows all the things you need.

Usually you'll sit and watch him paint or something with some lofi beats playing in the backround.

April is the best big sister in the history of everything.

Everytime she visits she brings you a bag of your favorite candy.

She's also fluent in TSL (turtle sign language), so you don't have to worry about conversations with her.

You have mastered the art of nasty looks.

The most terrifying glare in the Hamato clan™️

You and Mikey can also hold entire conversations just with eye contact.

Twin things ig

....................................

There ya go Jelly! I hope I did your prompt justice and that this is to your liking! Sibling fluff is indeed the best <3

[ilovemattsturn]

Hotel

warnings- p in v, unprotected sex (dont do that), kissing, cumming inside, HELLA PLOT, pet names (ma, baby, etc) praising and hair pulling, enemies to lovers

sub and dom!chris x fem!reader

dont like, dont read thanksˏˋ°•*⁀➷

this was on my head bec this guy guys.

No one understood the reason why there was so much hatred between the black haired girl and chris sturniolo, the sexual tension between them was thick enough to cut through like a thick wire.

they were paired up to stay at a hotel and argued all the way to the hotel they were staying at, everyone told them to shut up or they'd have to walk themselves to the hotel so they shut up and gave each other dirty looks on the way.

matt decided he wanted to play a game,

"what if we play a game? how does that sound? at least something to cheer this car up since you guys are fucking boring" matt spat

"dont start with your shit matt we're almost there" nick snapped back.

- time skip- 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙 -

everyone was going to there rooms but the girl unexpectedly tripped and almost fell.

"can you get the fuck up and stop being so clumsy?" chris decided to slightly yell at the girl while she got up.

"can you shut the fuck up? just open the damn door damn" she spat obviously sick of the boys shitty attitude.

he obeyed and opened the door.

she was surprised when he didnt say anything when she told him what to do. she brushed it off but once she walked in she realized,

she had to share a bed with chris.

"mhm, it had to be this if it wasnt him" she thought to herself not wanting more arguments with chris knowing theres never an end to the story once it starts.

him on the other hand, he decides to have fun with this opportunity.

"hey ma, would you mind sharing a bed? i mean this room is for the both of us" he flirts making her feel something she 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 felt while he was around but she couldn't wrap her finger around it.

"chris.. fuck- its fine just don't be a fucking pain in the ass" she tried her best to sound mad but she knew she dreamt of this moment before but never told anyone.

"you good baby?" chris kept on with his game trying not to fumble the bag and mess it all up resulting into her not wanting him.

"dont call me that christopher" she said but in her mind she admitted she loved it.

She wondered what would she feel if he called her that while he was pounding into her? or while she was giving him head?

"it's okay ma, dont lie to me. i know you like it" after he said that he proceeded to follow her around like a lost puppy.

"chris stop following me dammit! you're being annoying." she yelled not realizing he found it attractive.

after a while she discovered it was getting really late so she decided to take a shower not knowing chris was already there considering she was on her phone the whole time he was trying to tell her he was going to shower.

she opened the door and saw a naked chris in the shower, "his eyes were closed but his skin looked smooth, his lips looked red, his neck was shockingly attractive, his fingers looked long, and his dick" before she could finish thinking he spoke

"get out or what?"

it caught her by surprise but she quickly left and closed the door.

"holy shit" she gasped out.

the girl then heard the water stop running she quickly realized he was done even though she wanted to hide her red face from the embarrassment she decided she wanted to play with him too not be aware what this could bring her to.

"hi beautiful" he said as he opened the door seeing her standing there.

"hi handsome" she flirt back as if this was a competition.

he was meant be shocked, but instead as the girl walked into the bathroom he quickly wanted to take care of the painful erection she caused.

before he knew it she was done but he wasnt, though he was unaware of her being done he kept on jerking himself off on the bed. she came out of the bathroom fully clothed, quickly catching chris jerking off. she slowly walked towards him and replaced his hand with hers.

he whimpered in response to her cold skin on his hard dick, he thrusted his hips upwards wanting more but she stopped.

"p-please why'd you stop?" he asked painfully wanting her to make him cum.

her self respect got thrown out the window once she asked "you dont want to fuck me?"

"y-yes! p-lease i do" he begged.

she thought he looked so good in this position, her having full control over him as he was submissive under her hold.

she undressed and layed down infront of chris. he spread her legs open and wasted no time pounding into her.

"HOLY FUCK CHRIS- SHIT" she yelled completely forgetting they were in a hotel.

"so tight baby, you feel s-good" he moaned as he thrusted deeper and faster

she uncontrollably moaned, but chris quickly came back to his senses and made out with her to silence her beautiful moans while he placed his chest on hers.

"chris you fill me so good" is all she could get out before she started moaning because of chris pulling her hair aggressively.

the hot warm kisses made her even wetter then she already was. his dick hitting all the right places and his tongue exploring her mouth.

his praises and moans were like music to her ears.

her moans were music to his ears.

"so good baby" "you were made for me love"

she felt amazing as chris praised the shit out of her while he relentlessly fucked her brains out.

she was close tightening her walls around chris.

"so tight baby. im close too beautiful" he told her as she was trying not to cum from how fast chris was going, you could see chris's bulge on her stomach. that's how deep he was, making her feel so good.

"go ahead gorgeous, cum with me" he said before letting his warm strings of cum inside her at the same time she let go, cumming on his dick. he pulled out once they were both done.

"i love you" chris said as he chuckled knowing every room heard that.

"i love you too" is all she could get out from how exhausted the girl was.

he quickly cleaned her and himself up then fell asleep together♡♡

-

okay im done goodbye for another month gusy🫶🫶

@sillysillymatt @sturncrazy @strniohoeee @recklesssturniolo

[euphoricfilter]

bts as my favorite jellyfish 🫧

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

+ cool jellyfish facts

(another list no one asked for. shark list can be found here)

☆ jin: moon jellyfish

probably don’t need an explanation for this one, simply for the fact jin in the moon and pretty like jellyfish

moon jellyfish can survive in both warm and cool waters!! they’re very social and travels in groups, also known as ‘smacks’ (that’s so silly). some members of the moon jellyfish species live without brains, ears, hearts, blood, eyes and pretty much anything we’re used to having as humans: they have 3 main elements to their existence, they’re 95% water, a mouth and a digestive system. they have their own version of a nervous system though, and without any lungs they breathe through their membrane

☆ taehyung: upside-down jellyfish

upside-down jellyfish are hella unique, taehyung is hella unique. basically a perfect match if you ask me

the different colors seem in upside-down jellyfish comes from their intake of algae. aquarists can tell captive jellyfish from wild upside-down jellyfish, the wild jellyfish have more of a muddy brown color where as the ones in the aquarium are usually a blue, black, white, green or purple!!! they’re rarely found alone, and flips upside-down alongside others of its kind. their little oral arms point up to the sun, looking like a little flower!!! :D

☆ yoongi: cannonball jellyfish

cannonball jellyfish are cute and yoongi is just a cutie kinda guy. i don’t make the rules

they’re carnivorous, eating fish eggs, red drum fish larvae and planktonic larvae of mollusks and snails. they use their little oral arms to move!! when the jellyfish is disturbed, they dive deeper into the water and release toxin-containing mucus! they can sense light gravity and touch. though communication between them isn’t understood really well, sometimes the jellyfish will form larger groups :D they can reproduce both sexually and asexually: they sexually reproduce in the medusa state (what we all commonly know as jellyfish) where they lay eggs that develop into planulae (basically swimming jellyfish larvae)

☆ jungkook: mushroom jellyfish

i kinda love the the little mushroom mullet jungkook used to have hence he is the mushroom jellyfish

their common name refers to their shape of them in the medusa stage: mushroom cap!!!!! they’re often confused with the canonball jellyfish as they both lack oral arms. the mushroom jellyfish is much flatter, softer and larger as it can grow up to 51cm. mushroom jellyfish survive off plankton parts which are pushed out of their umbrella by the water and caught between their sort of finger like appendages!! they don’t really pose as a stinging threat to humans because of their lack of tentacles. however their stinging cells reside within their little bell :D

☆ hobi: lion’s mane jellyfish

lion’s mane jellyfish look cool as hell, and hobi is probably one of the coolest people i can think of 🤨

lion’s mama jellyfish use their stinging tentacles to capture and eat fish, zooplankton, sea creatures and other smaller jellyfish. kingfish will hide within the stinging strands and feed on the leftover jellies until they’re big enough to venture out into the ocean. lion’s mane jellyfish can grow up to 120 feet. they don’t actually have a very long lifespan, only living for around a year :( they can have up to 1200 tentacles. they also have neurons, a ring of nerves within their hoods. without an actual brain and eyes they rely on these nerve cells to perceive and respond to threats. they poop out of where they eat, and eat out of where they poop :D

☆ namjoon: portuguese man-of war

okay so for this one, i watched a long ass video on jellyfish one time and the way they described the portuguese man of war was like kinda super cool and the big boy jellyfish. so to go hand in hand with my choice of shark for namjoon, this one felt fitting

kinda a cheat one because they’re not really jellyfish even if they look very alike. however are featured in jellyfish videos and lists alike so they count on this list too. they’re actually siphonophores, which is essentially a cluster of organisms called polyps that depend on each other for survival!! despite being a slightly scary creature they themselves have predators, (which are super smart). the violet sea slug uses a bubble raft to float close to the surface of the water. they have dark purple undersides which help them camouflage in the darker waters. sea slugs also eat the man-of-war, using a similar strategy, however!! they can also repurpose the stinging cells of their meal for their own self defense!!! the float on the portuguese man-of-war is partially filled with carbon monoxide. and was named after its resemblance to ships :D they also kinda just drift, riding the current with no means of propulsion

☆ jimin: flower hat jellyfish

flower hat jellyfish are pretty, and so is jimin. need i say more

(again they’re technically not jellyfish despite the name, they’re classified as hydrozoa). flower hat jellyfish usually live close to the sea floor with kelp and sea grass. they’re native to small areas of the western pacific ocean with smaller groups individually scattered elsewhere. they prefers moderate moderate depths and warmer temperatures :D they mainly feed on varieties of small fish, where most will occasionally consume small marine invertebrates which they’ll scoop from the ocean floor!! they’re actually quite powerful predators who don’t have many predators of their own however, they have been known to consume one another :(

okay that’s all thank you for reading !!!!

[silvermoon-scrolls]

So Dean knows about the @deanobingo event (kinda). And he did kind of challenge us to try to write about an as obscure character as possible, mentioning a Snacker bar commercial he did when he was 12.

So here you go. ~700 words inspired by combining ‘Snacker-bar-commecial kid’ with the bingo prompt ‘Bro code / Girl code’. Of course set in the late 80s/early 90s. ^^

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The wind whips through Billy’s hair as his skateboard zigzags down the street. A good thing it’s downhill all the way to the arcade. A hella slog back home though. 

After taking a sharp turn he automatically sticks one hand in the front pocket of his hoodie to make sure he still has his Snacker bar. Wouldn’t wanna lose that.

As the arcade comes into view, he immediately recognizes Jessie standing outside waiting for him, but it takes him a moment longer to identify whom it is he’s talking to. Billy lets out a low whistle when he realizes that it's Amy – Jessie’s longtime crush.

But considering the way Amy keeps looking over her shoulder like she’s searching for an escape route, it doesn't look like it’s going too well. Time for a distraction.

Kicking up his speed, Billy sets his sight on the curb. At the last moment he pops the board off the ground, turns it, and slides along the curve. Jumping off right next to Jessie and flipping the board up into his hands. He can’t help himself from grinning wildly. “What’s up?”

“Wicked trick,” Amy says, inspecting Billy and his skateboard appreciatively.

Billy’s grin fades a little when he notices Jessie’s disappointment at having his crush once again forget him. Oops. Thinking on his feet, Billy smiles widely. “Yeah, Jessie taught me that one.” He slaps his friend on the back for good measure.

“Really? I didn’t know you were good with a board,” Amy says with an impressed smile, her attention back on Jessie.

A little caught off guard, Jessie still rolls with it fairly well. “Ehem, yeah. I don't like showing off, you know,” he explains only a little hesitantly, trying to wave it away.

“Too bad. I think it would be fun to watch.” The hint of a teasing smile she bestows on Jessie is apparently enough for him to drown in those big, brown eyes of hers because he’s just standing there smiling stupidly while she holsters her bag as if to go.

Billy elbows Jessie out of his stupor. “You wanna hang together at the arcade?” he finally blurts out. “We could talk more about skating?”

Amy shrugs. “I don’t really know much about skateboarding,” she says noncommittally. “Except the music is really rad.”

“Oh!” Jessie’s eyes light up – Billy recognizes his geek mode activating. “I just put together this new tape,” Jessie exclaims excitedly. He slings off his backpack and starts rummaging through it. “It’s got all these sick beats I caught on this new radio station I discovered.” He brings up his walkman. “Maybe-- maybe we could go to the park and listen to it?”

To Billy’s astonishment it looks like Amy really is considering it, though Jessie’s hopeful smile begins to fade a little when her answer drags a little too long. 

“I can’t,” she finally says. She actually looks genuinely sorry. “I have band practice later and I need to get home and grab something to eat.”

"Oh." Jessie lets out a disappointed sigh.

Bummer. So close. Billy chews the inside of his lip, but decides that Jessie is worth it. “No way!” he exclaims, pointing at something behind Amy. “Do you see that?”

The moment Amy turns around to look, Billy quickly fishes out the Snacker bar from his pocket, holding it up for Jessie to see, before dropping it into Jessie’s open backpack and gesturing with his eyes towards Amy.

“What? I don’t see anything,” Amy says, turning back.

“Oh, I thought I saw a cat with a top hat. My bad.” Billy gives her his most innocent smile, which only earns him a totally weirded out look in return.

Jessie hurriedly bends down to search his bag once more. “Uhm. What if we could eat at the park? I’ve got a Snacker we could share.” Jessie holds up his prize.

“Oh. Okay!” Amy says smiling, clearly won over by the promise of a delicious snack. 

Jessie is grinning from ear to ear. “You don’t mind, do you Billy?” he asks.

“‘Cause not,” Billy assures him. Mates looks after each other.

Besides, he’s got more bars at home.

[petalsofyouth]

properly together | ran haitani x reader

tw: friends with benefits, implied cheating, implied underage illegal activities (lol), unestablished relationship (obviously) aaand that's it i think | if i missed something and it's worth mentioning here please do tell me.

wc: 6818

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The windowsill in the boys’ bedroom of Haitani’s apartment is wide enough to fit three people and for that you are very grateful. 

The room is dark. The only light here is the streetlamp and that of the lit cigarette. Ran’s “Hero” smells bitter and they taste even worse. You wish he had bought menthol “Seven Stars”, but he said there were none of those in the vending machine and he was too tired to go somewhere else. You pout and he laughs, but you know that it’s the thought that matters and so you smoke “Hero”. The three of you share it together. 

It’s not really the smoking that you like. Quite the opposite. It’s the atmosphere that covers the entire world when Ran fishes out a pack out of his sweats, jeans or a cupboard. It’s the way he is the first one to light it and then he always gives it to Rindou - ladies first rule doesn’t work here - and only then it’s yours. Usually it already has a sweet taste to it. Of energy drink and something else that you can’t quite tell. You don’t mind it. And they don’t mind a stain of lipstick or gloss on it. 

You think, it only adds to experience. 

One after one, you smoke the whole pack. It’s a long night and neither of you wants to go to bed just yet. Ran had a bad day. He didn’t tell you that, but his body is tense as he lays between your legs, his back on your chest, and you can see how Rindou eyes him every now and then. Maybe something went shitty on the streets. It always does. Or maybe he had an argument with his mother again. They always have something to quarrel about. His way of living or her morals. 

You don’t pry though as prying never works with Ran. It only gets him angry. 

“Do you think we’ll miss this time when we get older?” It’s Rindou. The dawn won’t come if he hasn’t asked or said something pretentiously deep. Despite the teasing and snorting he gets from you and Ran, you genuinely love his questions. They make you think. “I mean. We won’t be sixteen. Like ever again. And I can’t imagine us sitting here in our thirties. Sharing a whole pack of cigarettes. That’s what teenagers do.”

Ran’s lips quiver and not from crying. With half-closed sleepy eyes he looks at his younger brother as if he is the dumbest person alive. You can’t see Ran’s face, but by the immediately offended look on Rindou’s, you can imagine it well. 

“You wouldn’t understand.” Rindou mutters, snatching a last cigarette out of Ran’s fingers. He gives it away easily. He laughs. 

“You are dumb. Why wouldn’t we be able to sit on the fucking windowsill and smoke some dumb cigarettes? Who’s gonna tell us no? They tell us no now and we are still doing it. So I don’t see why you are being sappy.” Ran raises his head that lays on your shoulder and tilts it to the side so he can see your face. “What do you think?”

The words are dead on your tongue. You don’t really know what to say or better how to phrase what you want to say. Everything seems not quite right. You blame the time and the fog of cigarettes that is overflowing your brain. You shouldn't smoke that much. 

The expectant look on Rindou’s face is what gets you talking and taking his side. If Ran is your best friend, Rindou is your soulmate. You love him a little more. “I do get you. It’s like we can’t ever get back to this. We might do whatever we want later, but this is not going to happen ever again. I think it’s sad too. I’ll miss these times.” 

“You are silly. When we get older I’ll be hella rich. I’ll buy us a penthouse and we’ll smoke the whole day by the open window if we want.” Ran’s hand reaches out for the cigarette and Rindou obediently gives it to him. Before he brings it to his mouth and finishes it off, he lets you take the last drag for this night. “I bet we also will smoke something better than this crap.” 

“There’s no windows in penthouses, dumbass. You can’t open them.” 

They bicker for some time and you tune out of it, appreciating the raw beauty of the moment instead. It’s summer and you don’t have school tomorrow and Ran promised he will take you to the party this weekend with him. And Rindou promised you will go to Kujukurihama beach to swim and sunbathe and if some of your female friends come too or covers for you, you can even stay overnight there. [You believe it’s stupid of your parents to tolerate your sleepovers at Haitani’s all the time, or rather they know you are here, but you tell them you aren’t and they are forced to believe you and you are also living on the same street which is another factor for them worrying much less. Still, you think it’s stupid. Not that you can do anything about it, either way.] And this summer is full of promises that are so basic for the people your age, it finally feels normal. 

Because before that was juvie and you were waiting for your best friends to get released. And after that was a lot of gangs and street fights and Ran dropping out of school with Rindou following him and them - but mostly Ran - trying to sustain the remains of their family. Their mom, a drinking shadow of what she once was. Their father, long forgotten. We are just kids, you think, and there’s a possibility they won’t even make it to their mid-twenties. What about the penthouse and windowsill and sharing a pack of cigarettes? What about it then? 

“What’s wrong?” Ran’s face is millimetres from yours. His body is a dead weight on you, pinning you down. You shove him in the shoulder as a signal to get off you, but he doesn’t get the memo. He presses his lips to your forehead. “I think you need to go to bed. You are tired.” 

Behind Ran’s back you can hear rustling of clothes and a small masked yawn which sounds more like a knowing sigh. Rindou’s feet spank the wooden floor and he winces. His legs are probably numb from sitting in a crumpled position for so long. He kisses your cheek goodnight. “Where are you sleeping today?” 

“Auntie said I can take the couch.” 

“Nah. Stay here. I’ll sleep there. You and Ran won’t wake up before noon anyways.” 

You want to stop him and say that he shouldn’t and that you all know you won’t really sleep in Rindou’s bed, but in Ran’s, because that’s what you’ve been doing for the last year and a little before that too. You want to catch Rindou’s wrist and stop him and tell him that you have no idea how it happened and why. That it has no meaning. That it’s just you and Ran comforting each other in a way no one ever can comfort either of you. Not even him. Their brother and a best friend. The soulmate. 

And so you let him go and he slips out of the room, winking at you before he closes the door. You think that he might do it for himself too, because it’s awkward listening to your and Ran’s whimpers, grunts, small giggles and moonlight promises that mean nothing in the light of the day. You think that’s the main reason. There’s no way Rindou doesn’t know.

It’s silent for a while. Ran’s laying on his side, his head on your chest and arms around your waist. You are afraid he’s fallen asleep. If he is there’ll be no way you could wake him up and be doomed to sleep on the windowsill with his weight stealing your every other breath away. 

There’s only one way to know. 

Gently you brush the long hair away from his face. You tuck them around his ear. A blonde strand, his natural hair colour that you love so much, gets caught in his earring. It’s a new one. The one he bought because the stripe on it was a purple colour. No way he wouldn’t have an earring that matches his eyes. “So. Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He asks, opening his eyes. He grimaces when you tug on his hair a bit. 

“Should I take it off?” You are referring to the earring and when he nods a ‘yes’ you quickly work out the lock. It’s harder than you thought so it takes you a while. He patiently waits for you to be done.

When you don't speak he chuckles and you feel his smile on your skin, through the old worn out T-shirt you are wearing. “Was it your way to change the topic?” 

“Not really. No.” You shrug, finally done with his earring. You take it in your palm, caging it inside, so it won’t fall. “I mean I was thinking about what Rindou said and then I think I got overwhelmed. That’s it. Do you want to tell me what was bothering you? Another gang issue I won’t understand?” There’s much more to that simple “overwhelmed’. He’s well aware of that, but he also knows that you aren’t explaining it further for his sake. 

Because you don’t want to guilt trip him. 

Because you don’t believe he is to blame for anything that happened and will most definitely happen again. 

Because you don’t see him the way most people see him. 

Because you care. 

Because you love him in whatever way it is that you do. He’ll accept it. 

He accepts it then and reaches out to kiss you on this little spot under your jaw. 

“Not because you won’t understand, but because I don’t want you to think about it. Don’t want you to worry about me and Rin. We’ll be fine.” At this moment you are the same. You smile at him and hook your hands under his arms, bringing him closer to you, hugging him. Kissing his soft hair. “Get in bed. Let’s fall asleep while it’s still dark.” 

That night you don’t do anything besides sharing lazy sloppy kisses where he says i swear it’s the last one and then it never is and he steals another one and another one and another one. You giggle into his mouth and he smiles and you never want this to end, because you after all understand Rindou. 

You’ll never be sixteen again.  ***

The first time it happens Rindou is not around. He’s out on his very first serious date. He didn't tell you it was serious, but he asked for Ran’s black turtleneck, polished his motorcycle and before hopping on it checked his wallet to make sure he got enough money. He told you not to wait for him and Ran shrugged saying you guys weren't going to. He was too quick to speak though because you were ecstatic to learn how it all went and what they did. In all your fifteen years you’ve never been on a date once. 

The evening was supposed to be spent quietly. You threw a small dinner from whatever leftovers they had in their fridge. Ran was talking the whole time. He was in those rare moods of his where he would tell you about what the gang were up to. 

Nor he nor Rindou would particularly go into details with you around. Yes, you knew some of their friends. Yes, you sometimes hang out with them. But that’s it. You knew almost nothing about their activities. And all you knew were not coming from their mouths. 

It was when you munched on oyakodon with his strangely sober mother that got home from another date just in time for food, the doorbell rang. You couldn’t see who it was and Ran didn’t let the person come in. He sprinted upstairs, came back dressed in his gang uniform and ignored his mother telling you to wait for him to come back. He promised not to be long. 

And just like that he was gone. 

You looked at his bowl with food. It was half-empty. Your heart sank. As if it would make him return you stared at the door, but it wouldn’t be opened until well into the night. You of course couldn’t know that.

“Do you think I can have it?” His mother, sometimes a stranger in her own house, brought the bowl closer to her, inspecting it. “Oh. That boy. He ate all the chicken. He was always like that. Eating what he liked first. You know, I…” 

Her words fell dead on your ears. You didn’t listen to her, but that small, not remarkable in any way fact, that he ate chicken and left only rice brought you enough comfort to not obsessively think about his whereabouts for the next few hours. 

When Ran shows up, his eyebrow bloody and split, he finds you on the couch with a book in your hands. Before you close the book he sees the cute cat on its cover and reads the name of the author and title of the book. “I am a cat” by Soseki Natsume. He wonders if you brought the book along with you or stole it from his mother’s bedroom. Back in the days she used to read a lot. Just like you. 

“Ran…” You start, standing up from the couch. Your voice is small and you sound like you are sorry, but he has no idea why you should be. “Let’s get you to the bathroom. Are you hurt or…?” 

He interrupts you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and falling with you to the couch. He takes a deep breath. “I am just tired. That’s all. Let’s sit here a bit.” 

“Okay. If that’s what you want. If that will make you feel better.” 

He hums and closes his eyes, absorbing the calm air of the house and your body warmth. His ears are ringing. He still hears shouting and he so desperately wants it to stop he is ready to do anything. But the voices won’t leave him alone until a certain time passes. He knows that well. He’s been there before. 

“Ran?” You raise your head to look at him and all you see is blood and drained beauty. He is in pain. You can tell that much. You can feel that much. Your hand reaches out to his face and soon your fingertips are red with his blood, but the voices in his head have stopped and he flashes his eyes open, staring at you in confusion. “I am sorry. I know you don’t really like it when someone touches your face. You just looked so uncomfortable I thought I could make it better. I made sandwiches for you and Rindou. He isn’t home yet, though.” 

You are spurting out nonsense and Ran hopes it’s not because you are afraid of him or because you think he might get angry because you touched him. He dreads the reason so he allows you to talk to your heart's content and you don’t stop for a very long time. Not until you notice his soft gaze and small quite smile. 

“What is it?” You ask as if you weren’t throwing a word after word at him that barely made any sense. 

He doesn’t reply. There’s no need and there’s no answer. He leans in and pecks your lips. It’s gentle at first. Barely there. Somehow, he isn’t afraid or nervous. Somehow, you are the same. But everything seems so achingly right, you kiss him back and it’s a mess of teeth and tongue and he knows he’s the first man you’ve ever kissed and therefore he is patient with you. And he is careful. And when his hands dip down to fondle your breasts and then inside your panties to play with you, he is considerate enough to ask you if you really want to do it with him. If you don’t it won’t change a thing between us. 

Ran takes you right there on the couch and then he takes you to the shower where he licks every sore part of your body under falling warm water. 

It’s in his bed between the kisses when he tells you. “When I wake up, you'd better be here. I won’t regret this and I don’t want you to either. Ever. We are still best friends. We always will be. Right?” 

“Right.” 

Right. Right. Right. 

***

The first big fight with Ran or as he would later say a simple misunderstanding happens a week after your seventeenth birthday. 

As usual you spend it with your close family and friends of your parents who they invited over to your house for dinner. It’s not really that big of a celebration and there’s less than ten people in all, yet, as a centre of attention it feels as if you are some sort of relique everyone is praying to. You don’t despise it, but at the end of the table there’s Rindou who coughs every time someone says something that only adults in their mid-thirties say in a proud voice as if they just discovered how to eliminate everything evil on this planet. And then, of course, there’s this certain evil that stares at you the entire day since they got there. 

You try your best to not get caught in him and everything he is. However, it’s too tempting and you look at him as he tilts his head and mouths a small what. You frown and his lips quiver in a smile. With his hair down, he looks exceptionally handsome today. You are almost not mad at yourself for sparing him attention. 

Your unnoticeable to anyone - or so you think - exchange is cut short when your father’s best friend asks you if you have a boyfriend, because, of course, he is sure that you do, since you are so beautiful and extremely smart. And if not a boyfriend, maybe you do have someone you like? The timing is divine, you think. 

“No. Not really.” You say and Ran’s gaze makes you burn. 

The dinner carries on till the end calmly. 

It’s when the three of you join your friend to celebrate you in a proper way that things take an ugly turn. Ran’s first thought is that you are a liar, because no way this boy, your so-said friend from school, doesn't like you. No way you don’t notice it. His heart is fast to assume and his brain is a little bit slower to stop him. 

The whole night he doesn’t speak to you. His downturned eyes narrowed watching your every movement. The way you laugh with the boy and how you touch his arm so gently and how he whispers something into your ear and you nod. So happy and so content.

Ran fucking hates it. He hates the guy and the rest of the night is spent trying to prove it. 

Too caught up in mutual joy you don’t pay attention to his mood swings. It’s Ran. He’s always been like this. He never liked your friends and he never tried to befriend them. [For that there was Rindou.]

Before four in the morning Ran disappears. He takes a call, makes sure you’ve heard that it was from a girl, and never returns. You and Rindou go back home alone. He stays over at your house. Your parents laying out a mattress in your room. It has two pillows and two blankets, but Ran obviously won’t need any today. The sight of it fills Rindou with unbearable sadness. 

For the next five days Ran avoids you as best as he can and when you come to his house to confront him about it and about his rude behaviour at your birthday party, like what do you have against Kage he didn’t do anything wrong, the switch inside him breaks and he goes insane. Not only you are on a first name basis with that boy, you also came here, to Ran’s house, to defend him. Ran’s mouth tastes bitter and the words that he spits at you are bitter too. 

“So fucking desperate for someone to fuck you.” It would be easier if he was screaming. If he would let his rage run wild, but he doesn't. He speaks through gritted teeth and for the first time ever you are genuinely scared of him. You wonder if that’s what he looks like in fighting. Calm, collected and so intimidating. There’s something eerie about this new Ran you are seeing before you. You step back as he comes closer. “You are always like this. Always willing to hand your body to anyone who would have you.” 

On the stairways to the second floor is his mother sitting with a bottle of cheap wine. Today is a bad day because she is drinking it straight from the bottle. The corners of her lips twitch as she watches the drama unfolding before her feet. It’s unclear what she is really thinking and if she’s thinking at all. Her eyes are cloudy and there’s tears in their corners. Rindou who’s in the room too is afraid Ran might snap at her. 

He tries to intervene. “Ran. You better stop it right now.” 

“Really? Defending her? Did she let you hit too?” He turns to his brother, sees his calm, serious expression and doesn’t like it. Doesn’t like it one bit. So he returns back to you, because looking at you upset hurts him better than anything else can. “One Haitani isn’t enough for us anymore? Need two? That’s why you were so loose the other day. I couldn’t even…” 

When Rindou takes off his glasses you panic. They’ve never physically fought before and you don’t want them to breach this small achievement. If they lay a hand on each other it would alter their relationship forever. 

You don’t want that. 

Not over something so stupid. 

Not over you. 

You try to slide in between them - because you know neither of them would willingly hurt you; not even Ran in his present state - but Rindou grips your arm and puts you behind him. He’s grown taller over the last few years and his shoulders are insanely broad. And despite him being shorter than Ran he looks massive and more developed. Still, you have a feeling if they do fight he won’t win. It’s a shameful thought, but it’s there and you can’t brush it aside. So you plead. Once again.

“Rindou please. I don’t care. I’ll leave.” The desperate tone to your voice and the tears that can be heard in it as well don’t work on Rindou as you might have thought it would. He gets angry. He pushes Ran, his large palms coming in contact with Ran’s grey sweatshirt and Ran stumbles, taking a step back. The next punch is landing on Ran’s face and you swear you can hear the skin being torn open. You see the red blood gushing out blotching Ran’s fair skin and you sob. 

Your first instinct is to rush out to him and treat his wound, unafraid of the dirt and spears he smudged across your heart earlier, but you don’t move. You accept Ran’s anger and you accept Rindou’s anger as well, and you bleed open, your cuts invisible, until the muddy clammy blood forms puddles around you and you are in them, suffocating.

“Get the fuck out of here, Ran.” Rindou says, his breath uneven, when Ran doesn’t strike back. “Go get some fresh air. I don’t fucking know. Just go the fuck away.” 

As Ran leaves, their mother laughs. She says you chose the wrong Haitani, not knowing that there was never a choice. 

You spend the night on the couch talking with Rindou. You both cook a simple meal to lose yourself in the simplicity of routine and then steal a cheap alcohol from his mother’s cupboard. You both doubt she would even notice. That night you confess to Rindou about everything and he listens calmly. Half he knew, half was just revealed. He doesn’t comment on your special relationship with his brother. He wouldn’t dare. The only thing he says is that he always knew it would end up like this. You and Ran and the absurdity that you both are. He doesn’t understand it and he probably never will. He just hopes the three of you will make it to that promised penthouse. To a better life. Together. 

“Are you gonna wait for him?” Rindou yawns, stretching his hands as he stands up from the couch. “If you want, you can sleep in my bed today. I can crash here.” 

“It’s okay, Rin. You don’t have to.” 

He nods. There’s no point in arguing with you and he’s too tired to do so anyway. Before he goes to sleep he brings you a blanket and a pillow. As to say he doubts Ran would return today. 

But he does. He does return when the night turns blue. You sit on the couch wrapped in a blanket and stare at the ceiling. Your eyes are glossy and your brain hurts from the crying so much, you can feel it pulsating. You don’t react when he opens the door and you don’t when he quietly closes it behind him. He sees you immediately and he sighs, his lips parted. Ran hoped you would be asleep when he’s back. It’s not that he didn’t want to see you. He just wasn’t ready to have a talk with you when the worms of guilt still eat him alive. 

Of course, he can go upstairs and not say a word to you. Ignore you. He’s not going to lie. He’s still mad at you. Still mad at you being all over that guy [you weren’t really] and still mad that you don’t see it as something he could be upset over. But he is also mad at himself. And the relationship he has with himself is even more painful and messier than the one he has with you. So he takes off his shoes and with a conbini bag in hands walks towards the couch, where he sits next to you. 

There’s a distance between the two of you and neither wants to be the one to rupture it. The guilt that didn’t let him abandon you a few minutes before now won’t let him speak. 

“Ran…” You start and your voice in the empty house, with two people asleep and two awake, sounds too cold. He rolls his head on the couch headrest and looks at you. “I never wanted you to feel upset about my birthday party and I never would do something intentionally with the other guy when you are around. I know that what we have is not exclusive and we both can do whatever we want, but I’ve never been with other people besides you yet. And I don’t want you to feel bad about it, because I know that you have and I…” 

“Come here.” He interrupts you mid-sentence, because what you just said hurt him more than all the punches and wounds he has received in his life and he doesn’t know how to cope with this pain if he doesn't have you everywhere around him. 

You let him take your hands and tug you toward him, and by the way he spreads his legs you understand he wants you in his lap. You throw one leg over his hips and settle down, straddling him. Usually it would work him up in seconds, but today, right now, there’s nothing sexual about it. It’s sadness all around you. 

“I am sorry. Look me in the face, please.” Your hands are now in his and he keeps them locked, intertwined together, near your belly. “I am really sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything of what I said. I don’t think about you that way. You are the most precious pure thing in my life and what I said was not about you. It was about me. Oh, please. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.” 

There’s panic in his eyes as you tremble, crying silently, and he doesn’t know what to do. How to stop you from whatever nasty emotion he planted in you today. He kisses the corners of your lips and nudges your cheek with his nose. He cradles your face and his thumbs smoothes your eyebrows. He holds you so close to him and whispers sweet nothings along with earnest sorries. And he is so tender, so soft, so young at this moment you forgive him everything. You realise you have long before he even did something wrong. 

“I brought you strawberry sando.” He whispers in the crook of your neck. You sniffle, your fingers in the web of his long long hair. “Do you wanna share?” 

“Always.”  Always, if it’s with you. 

***

His first girlfriend doesn’t change anything and neither does your first boyfriend and all the girls and guys you both date after. 

You still kiss every given chance, you still have sex and you still run to each other if something goes slightly wrong. 

Bad argument with parents? Ran’s arms. 

Lost fight? Your bed. 

Failed exam? A long make out session. 

Can’t come to a decision about something? A good head would solve all the problems. 

Your last guy dumped you? He wasn’t worthy of you anyway. He wasn’t the one, I swear. 

It’s an irony in itself. It isn't healthy and Rindou is the one constantly pointing it out. To you. He wouldn’t say anything to Ran about it. For he gets very defensive when spoken about you. A few arguments they had about it didn’t end up too well and Rindou was too smart to try to straighten his older brother. It was an ungrateful work Rindou didn’t want to commit to. 

Besides, they now - a few arrests later and in a new gang - lived on their own. A shiny new large apartment in a posh area of Roppongi. Not the penthouse Ran promised you two, but something close to it. If younger Rindou doubted they would make it, now he was almost sure they would. The trust in them was never that strong. 

You, a university student now, still lived with your parents on their childhood street. You too wanted to move out, but the rent was too expensive and other than freelance jobs here and there, you had no income. So you were doomed to linger around old ghosts for a bit longer. You didn’t mind it that much and if you want to get out from there you could always crash at Ran’s and Rindou’s place. You did that quite frequently. 

“What are you gonna do if he starts seeing someone seriously?” Rindou asks as he watches you cut the cabbage in half. 

It’s an expected question. He asks you this all the time when you speak about Ran and you and whatever you two have. Still, the unpleasant burn in your chest rings a bell and you shrug which Rindou interprets as i don’t care. In reality it’s a weak attempt to shed the thorns this question prompted. 

“I don’t understand how you can do it daily…” “We don’t do it daily.” He squints. “Yeah. Anyway. Don’t you at least feel something for each other?” You set the knife aside and think about it for a bit. There’s nothing to think about, really. You know very well how you feel. You just don’t want Rindou to know it as well. 

“He is one of the closest people I have. It's understandable that I feel something for him.” You leave it at that. Rindou is not satisfied with your answer, but it will do for now. As he picks up the other knife and starts helping you with the cabbage, he tells you about the new DJ setup he wants to buy and you talk about it for the rest of the evening. 

For now everything is well. 

Days later, though, you walk in on Ran making out with his new girlfriend and even if you’ve seen him kissing other girls before this one is like a breath of fresh air, sobering you up. The only difference is that the air is venomous and there’s hands around your neck, choking you. You feel dead. 

“Oh God.” You say, apologetically, covering your eyes. You’ve been saying something the moment you opened the door to their apartment with your own key [because of course you do have one, just in case]. Something about how much you hate your university and how much you want to drop out. Now, the words are stuck in your throat and you wave your hands at them, apologies leaving your mouth. 

Ran understands that something is wrong with you immediately. He hopes it’s not what he thinks it is. He hopes it’s not the end of you. 

He is wrong. Because it is. 

Because while he slaps the girl on her butt urging her to get off him, you are already at the door, putting your shoes back on. He catches you there. He asks you to stay and you do. Your hands tremble as he holds them, his grip is painful, but he needs to clasp on you to feel that you are still there. With him. You let him do it. 

Neither of you notices the girl leave. 

“I don’t want to sit there. I…” Your eyes are everywhere, but not on him and he thinks that even if you look at him, you won’t see him. Not now. Not ever again. You smile sheepishly, suddenly afraid and foreign. “Can we sit at the table instead?” 

Instead, he takes you to the bathroom. Sits you on the toilet and fills the bath. He adds scented salt you bought and lights a candle that you so like to have lit when you are soaking together. For whatever reason, he wishes he was at his old house. There they have shower. Somehow, Ran thinks standing and having you in his arms would be better than sitting opposite of each other or him facing your back, that’s if you let him hug you now. He believes you won’t. 

He believes you are already far far away from him and the mundane routine and stupid false idea that it would be different, that he still could’ve made you stay, would you be in his old childhood house is what keeps him together. 

Ran clutches to it as if it could save him, when he knows so well, no one but you have this power over him. 

In the bath you sit opposite him, your knees pressed to your chest, you don’t touch him as if you are avoiding him, but when he reaches out you slip your hands in his. It kills you that it doesn’t feel like anything, but burnt sugar. Like something sweet that is already buried. 

“Remember that time Rindou said he never wanted to get older?” 

You nod. Curious as to why he had remembered this particular insignificant moment of your life. But maybe, the significance of the moment is exactly in its insignificance. You rarely miss something with that deep ache in your heart that is obvious to miss. You always long for fragments of your life that are small and tiny. The way he drinks his water. The way his lips curl before he laughs or how he always pecks you before kissing you fully. 

Before your eyes is cloudy blue-ish water. Your vision gets blurry. It’s how you understand you’ve been crying for some time now. 

“I do think I understand him now. I don’t want to get older, because it means you will leave me.” 

“Ran…” 

“It means I will spend the rest of my life killing the need I have for you.” 

“Ran, please…” 

“It means I will always regret how this is my confession to you.” You rush to him, your hands around his neck and you are everywhere. Inside this apartment, inside his arms, inside his beating heart. Inside his very being. You are him and you are his and kilometres away you still will be. 

“Don’t go somewhere I won’t find you.” He whispers as your lips fall near his temple above his eye. He takes off his chunky silver ring off his finger and puts it on yours. It’s the first jewellery he ever bought in his life. He was sixteen back then. It has the meaning of his whole self. “Don’t go somewhere where I can’t follow you. Promise me, love.” 

“I promise, Ran. I’ll always be within your reach.” 

The next day you drop out of the university. Without telling anyone anything you move from Tokyo to Kumamoto where you work as a freelance photographer and a waitress for roughly more than a year before moving abroad. 

No one looks for you. 

The world is silent. 

***

Life doesn’t stop when you turn twenty six as you always thought it would. Age doesn’t crush you or diminish the person you once were. To be completely honest, it didn’t do shit. You don’t feel especially different. Life went on the same it always went and the same it always would. There’s a raw prominent beauty in this phenomena, you can’t quite put into words. It makes you feel very small, in an extenuating kind of way. 

You don’t hate it, but you don’t like it either. 

It is as if you are waiting for the wave that might never come. 

Lately, you’ve been dreaming a lot. The dreams are usually the same. It’s the floor to ceiling windows, the smell of cheap cigarettes that are now long discontinued and a presence of two people that never ever left you. The other one has the small street where your childhood house is and this one is full of cicadas chattering. It’s always summer in this one and you are always young and loved there. You are always happy. 

You don’t differentiate these two dreams, because they are about the same things. It would be naive to think they aren’t. 

Today, it’s the first time this week that the sun decided to show up and warm this wet groggy city. It’s been raining for the whole month almost non-stop and  you lock the door to your apartment rather hurriedly, wishing to get out of your box even for an hour, before it rains again. The key hits the ring on your ring finger and the metal sound it produces echo in the hallway. Until it bumps at something. You freeze. 

“I didn’t know what apartment was yours.” He says and you are so desperate to turn around and you are so so so afraid he won’t be there when you do, because his voice sounds exactly as all those years ago and it should be different, shouldn't it be? Shouldn’t everything be different now? But it’s not. You are the same. The burn in your chest and the tie in your belly are the same too. And suddenly you are sixteen again. You drop the keys and you run to him; the only person you would’ve run to. 

You bury your face in his neck noticing how there’s no braids, no hair. He has cut it short. But it’s still him. The smell, the laugh, the way his palms feel on the small of your back. The way you love him and the way he loves you. Only you. It’s never been anybody else. 

“I bought the penthouse and now I came to take you home. Would you come with me? There’s no windowsill, but we can smoke in the kitchen. Rin was right after all. He is so smug about it. You can’t imagine. He’s in the car now waiting for us. Do you wanna go see him?” You do. 

I do, I do, I do, you say, and he relishes in the sound of your voice. Bathing in the substance that is you and in this moment Ran wishes he could go back to his old bedroom in his childhood house with blue nights in Roppongi and promise all of you that everything is gonna be alright, that you will make it out together and that there's so much more to your stories. Even now, six years later, you still have your lives ahead of you.

And your stories are still not finished. Not even close.

There’s still so much more to come. To live. And this time properly together.

[pristinekanesays]

🦋Life Is Strange: General Headcanons

🦋 just some pretty normal headcanons

🐺 GN!Reader, no specific pronouns are mentioned!

🦋 warnings: dorky stuff, bad mental health and swearing.

🎧A/N: Been super busy lately, thanks for the loads of support though guys! Gonna be writing more for Skip because nobody's writing for him and he's actually REALLY attractive??

🦋Chloe Price:

📄It's obvious that Chloe literally adores punk rock and possibly heavy metal music. She's also a HUGE PissHead fan, from listening to Skip's demo to then asking if she can hear more of his music.

🖤She doesn't wanna admit it but she definitely sees Skip as an older brother figure, they're basically family and they have such a sweet bond together.

📄Chloe and Steph are actually pretty close in Before The Storm, from how Steph asks Chloe for permission to ask Rachel out and how she's okay with Chloe venting to her if she wanted to.

🖤Her favourite songs are Nothing Wrong - Pisshead and Everything Reminds Me Of Her - Elliot Smith. (those are all literally my favourite songs as well..oops)

📄She is actually secretly a bit of nerd, like not a huge nerd but she's played Dungeons & Dragons multiple times with Steph and Mikey before and after Episode 1.

🖤Her favourite animal is the Palos Verdes Blue butterfly, since a blue butterfly is her spirit animal but she also really likes Tiger Sharks and 100% thinks she could take them in a fight.

📄She sucks ass at cooking and Joyce has tried to teach her before but she gets bored so easily.

🖤When she got her skull tattoo, she teared up and nearly started sobbing but told everyone she knows that she was totally 100% cool + badass during it.

(hella pissed about the zero skip gifs and lack of fanfiction, he's literally so attractive?? wtf)

🎤 Skip Matthews:

📄He secretly flips people off behind their back as they walk away if they've pissed him off, will totally freak out then switch to standing still and laughing awkwardly if they turn around.

🖤Listens to Taylor Swift but apart from that he's a huge punk rock + heavy metal fan.

📄Okay now, Skip is a HUGE horror game nerd. I'm talkin' Outlast, Resident Evil, Amnesia: The Dark Descent and Silent Hill.

🖤He can cook, okay?! He doesn't look like your average chef but he can definitely serve up some good fucking food.

📄Talks shit about anyone he doesn't like with you, if you guys are together of course or really good friends, he's like Victoria Chase sometimes because oh my god is he a bitch.

🖤Apart from listening to music, he'll also listen to urban legends podcasts on his way to work.

📄Skip comes from a pretty normal family in the suburbs of Denver, Colorado with two older sisters and a younger brother.

🖤(He's such a dork, I love him.) He's also pretty into fishing and is constantly taking trips for his band when he has to.

📄His favourite animal is the Polar Bear, like yeah he'd piss himself if he ever saw one in real life but he thinks they're pretty cute online instead of them being outside his door ready to beat his ass.

🍂Kate Marsh:

📄She's very religious but also very supportive. She just wants to settle down with someone, falling in love + possibly starting a family together, sitting on the porch swing in the afternoon while drinking tea/coffee side by side.

🖤Can Kate cook? Yes, she could totally make a living out of her talent but she just isn't into that for a career.

📄She never really has anything bad to say about anyone, she doesn't believe in being mean to other people because that just isn't in her blood.

🖤Kate is sort of sensitive, she won't cry if you bump into her accidentally but would tear up if you were to raise your voice/insult her in any way like any normal person. (so don't, you asshole)

📄Listens to soft, classical music sometimes but also some indie pop now and then.

🖤She's a walking angel, her personality, her looks and smarts, everything about her is just *chefs kiss*.

📄Her favourite animal is either the Florida White Rabbit or the Harp Seal, commonly known as Saddleback/Greenland Seal, Kate adores Harp Seal's so much and is always smiling while looking at photos of them.

🖤Hobbies? Playing the violin & the piano, back when she lived with her parents she was super into gardening + cooking.

📷 Max Caulfield:

📄She's always cooped up in her dorm either studying away, practicing her guitar skills or hanging out with Warren and Chloe.

🖤Max is a proud geek, alright? She's a board game, video game, everything remotely geeky fan, 100% played Dungeons & Dragons with Warren and has a few photos of the whole thing in a box under her bed titled 'W&M DND'.

📄Has overplayed Speedy Ortiz & Syd Matters so much but surprisingly never gets bored of their songs, but everyone else around her already has.

🖤Max sucks complete, utter ass at cooking and she knows it, she'll still try her best though but she can't even make toast properly without making it suffer through the toaster.

📄She can say some bad shit about people if they're assholes but she'd never say anything about someone who's innocent/someone she knows is a good person.

🖤Her spirit animal is a Doe and while she adores it completely, she also really likes Koala's and thinks that they're absolutely adorable.

🎭 Rachel Amber:

📄Rachel is that perfect, pretty and amazing popular girl that everyone knows, she struggles with her emotions pretty bad and I can see her going to Rose for help but never really her father.

🖤She wants to be an actor, right? Then that's what she's aiming for, to be in the public eye with a smile on her face and an award in her hands.

📄Multiple public bathrooms, walls and doors across arcadia bay are marked with 'RACHEL AMBER WAS HERE' or 'R.A'.

🖤Best chef in the world, clap clap! She's honestly so good at cooking and baking, has definitely thought about being a badass chef instead of a badass actor before.

📄She can sing really good, her and Chloe made a song together which was stashed away ..kept in a safe place after she went missing.

🖤She's heard about Skip from Chloe + always thought he was a cool older brother/father figure to any fucked up kid around the campus and 100% agrees with his nerdy horror game lifestyle.

📄Rachel's favourite animal is the Red Panda, she has a photo of one on a shelf somewhere and also has a Red Panda stuffed animal.

🖤Listens to punk rock and some heavy metal if she's in the mood, she loves PissHead and Firewalk.

🎬 Victoria Chase:

📄Her schedule is nearly always full, she's either bossing Vortex Club members and others about or practicing with her camera.

🖤She secretly listens to punk rock sometimes but will roll her eyes and say 'you don't look like the type' if anyone else like her takes an interest in her music taste.

📄She's got a geeky side to her from the figures in her room to the shit she's stuffed under her bed (video games, etc) so nobody else will find out about it and make fun of her.

🖤Victoria isn't the best at cooking but she isn't awful, she's told everyone in Blackwell that she's a master chef though. There's room for improvement, she needs MAJOR improvement cooking-wise.

📄She's really good at playing the piano, photography (of course) and she can make her own outfits with the right fabrics + tools.

🖤Her favourite animal is the Cheetah and she makes that very clear, even told someone 'i could claw you like a cheetah, bitch.' once before.

📄Definitely posts stuff about positive vibes on her socials while acting like a total bitch in real life.

🎮 Warren Graham:

📄He's broken his hand before during a fight, it sounds so badass but he's hella embarrassed and ashamed about it.

🖤Listens to small bands he found through his dorky websites that he's always on and always attends their gigs.

📄(Sucks dick at cooking), will totally hype his friends up about it then laugh awkwardly and act completely clueless at their grossed out reactions.

🖤He knows Skip pretty well since Warren was already in Blackwell at the same time that Skip was working there, they've exchanged opinions about games and movies way before the first game.

📄His favourite animals are Owls especially the Great Horned Owl, he saw one at night while he was hanging with Max and watched as she took a near hour taking photos of it.

🖤He hangs out on websites nearly all the time to read about the local bands, owl sightings, when the new video game he wants so bad is coming out.

📄Has probably searched up shit like 'how to get a boyfriend/girlfriend' before.

🧨 Nathan Prescott:

📄(He looks like a bent ass banana from the fruit bowl with the weird ass way he's sitting, fix your posture man.)

🖤He's 99% busy all the time, he's either attending therapy, in class, doing stuff for the Vortex Club or doing his usual..shady shit.

📄When he's texting you or his friends, the messages are barely readable because he texts like 'CU Thre, LOL, 2nte' and adds an unnecessary amounts of ?? and !!.

🖤Nathan doesn't have a specific music taste but he does sort of like listening to heavy metal.

📄Doesn't know how to cook at all, his parents never cared to teach him and why bother when you're filthy rich?!

🖤He doesn't really care for shit other than his fucked up photography or the Vortex Club, he'll maybe sketch some stuff here and there but even his sketches come out looking severly fucked up.

📄His favourite animal is the Indian Saw-Scaled Viper, he's into some scary shit because he's a scary asshole so don't be surprised. I mean, he also likes dogs..i guess.

🖤Huge horror movie fan as well like you sit him down, turn on a terrifying, traumatizing ass movie but he just rolls his eye and stays there completely unphased.

[forsworned]

𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 ☆ 𝙮𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙞

☆ ──── 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 : this is for one my faves @stxrryemxlys congrats on graduating, so here is a grad gift for u!! even tho it lowkey became hella self indulgent fmenferj

☆ ──── 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) : long flashback?, sensual themes??

The nights that he would leave for days and sometimes even weeks at a time to tend to slaying demons would leave you irrevocably lonely. Your heart yearned for him to come back home so you would find yourself restless. In fact, so restless that you would toss and turn in your bed until you threw the covers off of your body followed by a  frustrated huff. The light of the moon was cold and unforgiving. It opposed the warmth and welcome of the sun. Your sun. His smile, his voice and the way few but tenderhearted words would fall from his lips. You wanted nothing more than to see him at that moment.

Soon you found yourself getting out of bed and slipping on your shoes. You grabbed one of  the wisteria incense that endlessly burned from your porch as you walked barefoot across the path that led to the edge of town. Thankfully there was no wind to blow out your incense, but even if it had it would burn long enough for you to get home safely. The sound of water trickling was getting louder and louder as you headed down the moonlit path. 

You smiled as you recalled the memory of meeting him for the first time here. 

You were gathering fish from the river and he had been standing at the edge watching as the scales of the colorful trout danced in the light of the sun. Your breath had caught at the sight of the handsome man in front of you. He wore his hair long in a high ponytail that lifted in the summer breeze. His maroon gaze soon on you and your heart thrummed against your chest.

“The trout here are quite vibrant. I’ve never seen anything like it.” His voice was deep and rich, though his tone was cheery and a hint of aloof. 

“Oh–yes! They are also quite tasty when you cook them just right.” You stammered nearly as hard as your heart did. “Would you care to join me in catching some?”

You glanced away from a moment feeling his intense gaze on you. Your cheeks warmed as you continued on your incessant blabbering. “I cook them quite well.”

You stole a glance and a small smile had graced his attractive visage. “I would like that a lot.”

Gutting and cooking the fish wasn’t the hard part, catching them, however, was. 

“Ah! I caught one!” Yoriichi exclaimed with a stunted look on his usually stoic face. He hadn’t felt such joy in a long time. The fish wriggled within his grasp and he showcased his first catch to you.

You clasped your hands together and beamed at him as he struggled to keep the fish in his hands. 

“Great catch!” 

Fwwp!

The trout had completely slipped out of his hand and plopped back into the river and Yoriichi’s face was unmoving. He was completely hampered by what had just occurred that he hadn’t even known how to react. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the fleeting happiness of his first catch. His face softened at your melodious laughter and suddenly he felt embarrassed at how excited he had become over something so menial. 

“How childish of me.” He laughed, peering down at himself. 

His rolled up sleeves and hakama were completely soaked, but his resolve was strong.

“I will catch this trout.” The look of determination on his face was enough to make you stop laughing and get serious with him.

“I’ll teach you a trick to catching a fish and not having it slip from your grasp.” You said as you rolled your sleeves and cuffed your pants and padded across the running river right alongside his form.

While he had his eyes trained to kill demons, your eyes and hands had been trained to be an expert at catching fish. 

“You ready your stance and wait for the perfect moment…Gotcha!” You exclaimed in triumph as you held the fish and quickly dropped it in the bucket. 

When you peered up for a moment, you caught a glimpse of Yoriichi’s eyes that sparkled at you in curiosity and admiration. “That is truly amazing! Please teach me how to achieve this level of mastery.”

You rubbed the back of your neck as you gave him a sheepish grin. “It’s nothing special, really. Just something I was taught by the village elders.”

Yoriichi and you went back to catching fish as you continued to converse. 

“Did you not have parents growing up?” He asked. It wasn't a rude question, just something you never really spoke openly about. 

You shook your head as you watched Yoriichi raise his hand to attempt to catch a fish, but it was all in vain as he caught nothing but water. He shook the water off of his hand and you softly chuckled at his failed venture. 

“Damn.” He mumbled to himself.

“That was close. Try again.” You said. A small pause as you recollected your thoughts before answering. “No, I was an orphan for as long as I can remember. The village elders looked after me and taught me all the skills I know today. Honest work for honest pay. I’ve never traveled farther than the next town over.”

“I see.” He observed the water rippling beneath both of your ankles. “I think they did a great job raising you. You really know how to catch fish.”

You peered up at him and his smile was warm and enchanting. So young and full of life.

“I’ll show you how I cook ‘em, too.” You beamed at him.

“I didn’t know one could make trout taste so tender and flavorful.” He hummed in content as he savored every bite.

Your chin sat on your palm as you watched him take mouthfuls of rice and pieces of food stick to the sides of his mouth. It had occurred to you that this man hadn’t known how incredibly stunning he was. Not only in physical beauty, but his boyish and nonchalant attitude was charming as hell. Well, charming as hell to you. 

“Aren’t you going to eat…” His head turned to the side before blinking back several times. “I never asked for your name. How rude of me.”

“You can call me [name].” You felt warmth rush to your cheeks when he looked at you. He was so endearing without even realizing it. 

“[name], that’s an interesting name.” He seemed to be pensive for a moment as he nibbled at his trout. 

You chuckled as you waited for him to reveal his name to you. He glanced up at you confused as to why you were looking at him for some sort of answer. 

“And your name?” You giggled at him. He blinked a couple of times as he registered your words. 

“You can call me, Yoriichi.” He finally said as he placed down his bowl in front of you and bowed. “Thank you for the meal, [name].”

“Oh, no need for that. We’re practically the same age.” You waved him off. 

He peered up at you in surprise. “What is your age?”

“I’m twenty years of age.”

A ghost of a smile now on his lips. “I guess we are the same age then.”

He glanced into the crackling fire between the both of you and then to the sun that was beginning to dip below the horizon. “I should get going.”

“W-wait!” You suddenly said as you grasped on the sleeve of his haori.

 He looked from your hand that was grasping the still damp fabric to you whose eyes were big and glistening with a yearning for company. The company of a man that could possibly fulfill the void where your heart was supposed to be. 

“You should stay.” You murmured. 

He didn’t say anything for a moment as he glanced down at you. His face was unreadable as he analyzed your features and tried to read the expression on your face. Yoriichii never faced a situation like this before. You, a woman, who had taught him how to catch and cook trout in the span of a day. You, a woman, who pleaded for his company. 

Should you have had any semblance of shame? Yes, maybe. But the thought of never seeing this man ever again. A stranger who had just happened to be passing through town and never to cross paths in the near or distant future suddenly filled you with the emptiness that you were always left with scared you.

“You know, since it’s dark out and demons are out and about.” You quickly said feeling hot in the face. It was more than apparent that he was a demon slayer. From the sword that he proudly wore on his waist to the kimono that hung around his form.

“Do you know how to fend for yourself against demons?” He suddenly asked.

You thought about his words for a moment before shaking your head. 

“Then I will stay until I teach you how to.” And there was that smile again. That smile that you found yourself yearning for every day since that occurrence. 

And he kept his promise. Yoriichi would sleep a few feet away from you and wake you at dawn with the intention of honing your skills to the fullest extent. He wore you down to your bones, but his encouraging words and sincerity had pushed you to be the quick witted and instinctual warrior that he promised he would make out of you. 

He would fondly watch you as you practiced every move of his and soon he had moved on to  teaching you his breaths.

Your eyes sparkled in delight as he had showcased only a single technique and yet it mesmerized you as flames ignited from his blade and then to his form. He was literally his own sun. His techniques were a form of a fatal dance to the death and that only further entranced you. 

“It may look intimidating, but I know you can do it, [name]. After all, my work won’t be done until you master it.” His form towered over you as you peered up at him. 

If anything, he hadn’t even planned on teaching you any breathing techniques as that had been outside of the realm of what he thought you were capable of. But after watching you these past several months, mastering technique after technique he had gained a guilty indulgence toward you.

In no time, you had conquered every breath that he had laid out for you and soon you were a shining star next to your sun. Yoriichi had found himself not able to separate himself from you. He wanted only to spend all his days being in your company, hearing the sound of your laughter and the incoherent mumblings in your sleep as he tucked you into bed. Soon he had learned to cook trout almost just as good as you if not better and you were waking up to meals made by him without even having asked. 

“Yoriichi, can you head down to the market and grab some potatoes and a pound of rice? We seem to have run out already.” You called out from inside as he sharpened his blade on the porch. 

He frowned. “By myself?” 

You poked your head out the doorway. “What was that?”

“You want me to go alone?” He asked again, not feeling embarrassed by his question. 

It delighted you to see that pout on his face. “Well, I’m busy trying to clean the floors. I just think it would be more productive if you went and got food while I was here cleaning.” 

“It would be quicker if I just helped you and then we headed off together.” He was persistent as hell when it came to these sorts of things.

He was guilty of being overfond of your presence, but he welcomed it. He didn’t want to be without you and that much he knew. 

"[name], it’s too cold for you to be out here with nothing but your yukata on.” His voice suddenly filled the air and you felt your body go frigid. 

It had just occurred to you that your toes and fingers were going numb, but you hadn’t cared about that. He was finally here. Yoriichi had stood tall in front of your form and soon you had found yourself throwing your arms around his shoulders. 

His body went rigid for a moment as he had felt shocked by your unexpected intimate gesture. Your quiet sobs were muffled by the fabric of his haori and you clung onto his tightly with no thoughts of ever letting go. His scent was just as you had remembered. Woodsy and musky from his travels and scintillas of wisteria adhered to the fabric on his figure. You missed every bit of him and you couldn’t even hold yourself back from clutching onto him. 

His firm hand found the small of your back and he sighed. “Let’s get inside.”

“Carry me.” You murmured against his chest. 

He quietly obliged and soon you were lifted from the ground and you couldn’t find the courage to look at him as he carried you in his arms with ease. 

There was only one other time that he had carried you this way and that was when you had sprained your ankle in the river trying to catch a trout and you were unable to get up on your own. He never scolded you, only softly speaking to you as he tended to your injury. You whimpered in pain and he never hushed you. He simply bandaged it and stayed by your side and became almost annoyingly dotting. 

Is that what love was?

Yoriichi never liked to think too much of it. He hadn’t exactly familiarized himself with the concept of it, but then again he would simply brush off any compliments made to him by women who flock to him. He didn’t understand why. Why did he treat you like you were a wife he was coming home to and accompanied on trips to the market, racing downhills with and down the halls to see who could finish cleaning their side of the floor first with?

“Yoriichi.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. 

He peered down at you for a moment hearing the neediness in your voice. Warmth blossomed to his cheeks as he got a better look at you. Your eyes were hazy with lust and longing. Or maybe he was mistaking it for some other emotion that he couldn’t quite pinpoint in that moment. 

“Yoriichi.” A small whine emitted from your lips as half covered your eyes with your forearm. 

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he observed the way your lips glistened in the moonlight and the way your eyes fluttered up at him. 

“Yes, [name].” His voice shook to his and your surprise.

You bit your lip and he was in anticipation of your next words. “I want you.”

His heart stammered at your words. “Want me to what?”

Your hand tugged at his haori. “ I want you–and me…”

You struggled to find the right words to put together for him to get it without you having to actually say it. 

“Do you love me, [name]?” It was so sudden. Nothing that you would ever expect him to ever ask you. No, not ever in a million years had you imagined him asking you something like this.

“And if I said yes?” 

He didn’t skip a beat. “We should get married.”

You felt your heart pound against your chest at his words. “M-married?!”

A small sigh escaped his lips as he felt a tad embarrassed at his own choice of words. “If that’s alright with you. I’ve come to realize I want to stay by your side until the day I die and if there is an afterlife I want you to be there with me then as well.”

You felt your eyes well up with tears at his sweet words. Yoriichi was hardly a romantic. He never really spoke about his feelings. He was a man of the moment and honestly this proposal suited more than anything else.

“Why are you crying?” His tone was brimming with concern as he wiped your tears away. 

He gently set you down on your futon and rubbed your eyes as you sat up. 

“Because–I–I don’t know. I just feel emotional right now. I never thought you would ask me to marry you.” You whimpered as you tried catch your breath.

His expression softened as he looked at you. He wanted to take care of you until he no longer could and lay with you every night and wake up with you every morning and the only way to say all of that was to ask you just that. To marry him.

“Well, do you accept?” He asked, scooting toward your form.

“How could I not?” You sniffled. 

A rare toothy grin spread across his boyish features as he dabbed away at your tears. “Good. Because then we can do husband and wife things.”

You sat upright at his words and your sniffles came to a stop as you felt your cheeks warm. “Like what kind of husband and wife things?”

His voice was low and soft as he spoke. “Like the things you want me to do to you right now.”

His fingers brushed away the stray hairs that covered your face and felt yourself hold your breath as he did. 

“Let’s do it tomorrow.” And he wasn’t kidding either.

“Tomorrow?!” You exclaimed. “I don’t even have a dress for the ceremony let alone someone to officiate it!”

“Mmm.” He thought for a moment as he leaned against his palms. “I guess you’re right about that.” 

“How about a week from today?” 

“A week?! Yoriichi! You’re insane!” But you felt joy and laughter bubble from your throat. You couldn’t help but feel elated at the fact that he wanted to spend eternity with you.

“That should be enough, right?” He inquired, cocking his head to the side.

“I mean–I guess so.” You became pensive as you searched your mind for anyone who would be willing to sew you up a dress.

“Ah, I just remembered. An older lady from the village not too far from here said that if I ever found someone I wanted to marry, she would make them a dress at no cost.” He bumped his fist to his palm.

“And why does she owe you that?” Your curiosity was piqued.

“I saved her children from getting eaten by demons.”

“Ah, of course. Always the classic I-saved-your-children-from-flesh-eating-demons-so-I-owe-you-a-wedding-dress scenario.”

“What do you mean?” 

You shook your head and laughed. “Nothing. If she can get a dress done by the end of the week that would be…”

"That would be perfect.” He finished as he gave you a softer smile and put his calloused hand on top of yours.

His maroon gaze was intense yet playful as he gazed down at you and it made your heart nearly jump out of your chest. 

“Then I can fulfill my duties as a husband to you.”

[stealingyourbones]

Places down three mouse skulls a gift from my cat. Her name is Daisy and and hunts for for whole family, especially her brother. His name is Scar Face. He may not have the braincells to be a hunter and takes multiple full seconds to realize you have sprinkled him with water, but I can say his face sure fits the name!

Anyways, I head you like non human AUs, yes? What about Secretly A Mermaid Tim Drake? Both his parents are mermaids but different kinds which led Tim to having a very... unique body. He has the colors, strength, shape, and length of his father's Koi tail but he has the fins, shimmer, flashieness and speed of his mother's Beta Fish tail. All together this means he has quite the look about his tail. Which is part of why he does his best to hide it.

The other part of why he ties so hard to hide his powerful tail, so strong that if he hits it right he can dent rail road tracks, despite how much secret speed and strength training he does with it, is that while yes the switch from human to mermaid is fast and simple, it can often be a few hours before he can change back and thanks to the fact it isn't long enough to slither on, he's quite the sitting duck if he's not somewhere like the Bay.

Now the Batfamily knows about this. Sort of. He has told them that he isn't a human but refuses to tell them what he is. If not for Duke saying his light is different from everyone else's, he doubts anyone would believe that he is anything but human. He regularly taunts them with the fact that they don't know what species he is and yet they claim to be detectives.

If course all good things must come to an end, and what he is gets revealed during a fight with Killer Croc. Riddler had knocked Jason into Croc's tank and without hesitation, Tim dove in after him, transforming on contact and using his large, flashy fins to distract Croc as the bulk of his tails and his sharp claws lashed out to try to take down the much larger water beast. With few helpful hits from Jason, they take him out and without hesitation, Tim leaps out of the water, spreading his fins as wide as he can to slowly wave back and forth in a beautiful, hypnotic sway as he yells, "hey Riddler! Over here!"

Tim can't keep the tremble out of the tip of his fins as Riddler stares at the tail, completely distracted. He knows deep down that if Riddler snaps out of it before someone can take him down, he's absolutely a sitting duck. He has two, maybe three jumps or tail bashes in him before he risks hurting himself, and 4 minutes and 32 seconds left before his gills dry up and he needs to get shoved back in the water. But for now he can use those seconds to keep all eyes on him long enough to let the bats catch their breath.

Homie I am buzzing in my seat with ideas this is so good. I am a sucker for Mermaid AU’s and this is just *chefs kiss*. I’ve made a mermaid AU before for the bats and adding to another makes me hella happy

Interesting tail pattern I enjoy it a lot, I will sprinkle in some Not Human because I hold the firm belief that mermaid’s shouldn’t look like a dude + fish, they should look like a different species because they are a wildly different species.

- Long spindily teeth that got a little bit of snaggletooth action going on. Teeth slightly poke out from his closed mouth and it looks adorable even though every single one of those fuckin teeth are canines.

- Funky pupil shape/iris shape

- Extremely clawed fingers. The tips of his hands have the same coloration as his tail but disperse fully at the last finger joint (maybe the coloration goes up to mid forearm who knows)

- Jaw that can unhinge to a terrifying degree.

- the tail isn’t small. That shit is at least 4ft in length and that’s being generous. His tail is very easy to tear which is a problem (beta fish’s tails are super delicate), but you could just turn your head and say “yeah don’t know what you’re talkin about” and look the other way/ maybe it’s a very thick membrane as his tail and not the thin almost translucent fins that normal beta fish have. I like the koi fish tail but add the pizzaz of the beta fish tail angle a lot, you could make angst ideas with Tim injuring his fins with this in mind.

- that tail? All muscle. Being smacked with his tail is like being hit by a charging bull. That shit will knock you off your feet and make you airborne for 20 solid feet before finally hitting cement.

[sadfruittheatre]

Loss and Lots of Retcons: The Current State of Affairs and Moving Forward

So, now that things have begun to calm down, I want to talk a little bit more about various retcons and what's going to change, both in terms of this blog and the timeline. This is also a to-do list for me, because I have hella ADHD and get very overwhelmed without some kind of game plan.

So, to get the big thing out of the way, several characters are no longer going to exist and will have never existed. You're going to see the things on this list and go "woah, wait a minute! aren't all these guys like, super important to a bunch of things!?" and the answer is yes, but sometimes things happen in real life that affect the plot and that is just a potential consequence of working in collaboration with other people.

So, the casualties are:

Mara

Flann

Veroa

Kuroza (Fish)

Anzu

Carma and Kone

It's a lot of characters unfortunately, but we still have plenty left.

Cayenne

Bragi

Aneas

Tomor

Eugene

Mirin

Coulie

Dulze

Deeji

Letch

Mille

Mento

The character pages will be updated accordingly.

There will also be some new characters introduced in conjunction to the plot things that have been happening in the background, but I will not be elaborating on all that yet until I iron out this other stuff. But know that I am definitely looking forward to introducing you to these guys and their lovely creators!

But Kateh, I hear you ask, how are you going to have concurrent plot things going on when you have to retcon like, everything??? Well, you see, I'm basically doing my best to keep the overall trajectories of my OCs as close to the same as possible in broad strokes, even if there are different characters involved or some things just didn't happen anymore. Some characters are honestly completely unaffected by this (like Aneas, who wins by staying in his lane and loving his wife). Other characters, namely Bragi, and to a lesser degree, Tomor, need a lot of work done to fix the damage.

As for the art and writing I've uploaded, much of it is probably going to be taken down, because I don't feel comfortable having art up of characters I no longer have the rights to use for a continuity that no longer exists. Some things can be edited in small ways, and if I can salvage it, I will; plenty of other things will stay up, though the context for them is largely going to have to be rewritten to fit the new continuity. I'm definitely bummed that so much of this entire project has to be gutted, but I'm hoping to be able to slowly rebuild things going forward. Honestly not sure if it would be easier to delete and start over, but I'll try to fix things as they are before I do all that.

I do actually have some establishing comics in the works to get us all adjusted to the new vibes, so we can at least look forward to that!

Now, let's talk plot and characters. We've talked a lot about what's lost, but here's what remains.

Now, while there are still a lot of minor details to work out, the broad strokes are as follows:

Bragi's still being sent to Conton City to atone for his stinky boy crimes. However, the big difference now is that for better immersion in the mortal culture, he's staying with a host family, the already overcrowded teacakes house with Dulze and Yamcha. Deeji is his new best friend. #DeejiSupremacy

He's still going to slowly get his shit together until he's forced to confront Aneas and they reconcile. Details are still hella fuzzy as to how that goes down but Aneas and Coulie (and Eugene) remain largely unchanged. Still happily married. #FlowerBudsSupremacy

A lot of the stuff with Mento probably still happened, though the context of Mirin's existence and what led up to Mento's death is gonna have to change wildly to accommodate it. Bragi's existential crisis will definitely have to be adjusted.

The Anzu shit? Didn't happen. Bragi likely remains unstabbed, unless we find another context to stab him in. With that in mind, he's probably going to revert back to his pre-vest design because like, the whole reason for that is because he got stabbed. At least his godtube channel remains alive and shitty. Coulie can still systematically dislike all of his videos.

At the most recent point in the timeline, Bragi's at least a little more willing to open up to people he trusts because Kuroza/Fish isn't there anymore to fuck it up for him by being weird about his trauma. He's still got some trust and vulnerability issues tho.

Tomor needs an overhaul at least in terms of his own trajectory. Part of this is due to the plot things I'm sitting on, part of it is because he lost his comedic foil in the form of Fish. He will definitely continue to cause problems on purpose tho, probably with New!Mento.

The Mento with Mirin goop in her brain is still very much a thing btw. She's so silly and I love her. #MentoSupremacy

Some of this stuff is still subject to change, and whatever does change likely won't be as detailed as it used to be, but we're doing what we can. It's a hot mess right now and it's gonna take a lot of time to fix it, so uh, thanks for bearing with me 👍

[pudding-parade]

OK, so this isn't Sims-related, but I thought I'd show some pics from Planet Zoo, which I'm really enjoying. I'm still learning the game and learning how to build nice habitats, but I'm enjoying the process. I'll put it behind a cut so as not to take up your dash space if you're uninterested. :)

These are pics from my first "real" zoo. (As opposed to ones I started just to figure things out that didn't turn out so well. LOL) It's a franchise-mode zoo. For those who don't play the game, franchise mode is where you start with a small amount of money to get your zoo started and you have to build it up and have it make money so you can expand it and buy the more popular animals that will bring in more guests, which earns you more money, etc. You also have to have your staff do research to unlock more building items as well as to learn things to improve your animals' habitats and all that. And, of course, you have to build all the habitats and guest and staff buildings. So, they are constant works-in-progress. This is opposed to sandbox mode where, depending on the settings you choose, you can build your zoo with unlimited cash to buy whatever animals you want and with no research required so you can build your buildings and habitats with anything from the start and spend as much money as you want, etc.

Anyway, for my first franchise zoo, I chose to make a small, all-reptile zoo (plus some amphibians and arthropod exhibit animals) in a tropical biome. Why? Because I like reptiles, and it's hella easier to keep them outdoors in tropical environments. LOL

So here's its "entry gate" and a food-and-drink stall, the latter of which partly extends into one of the habitats:

Here's my little Galapagos Tortoise family, parents and their three babies:

(The babies are so cute, and the adult female is gravid again! *squeal*) This is the exhibit that's on the other side of the food and drinks. These were the second animal I added to this zoo.

Here are (some of) the Nile Monitors and a wider view of their habitat:

The Nile monitors were the first animals I had in the zoo because they're cheap to buy and cheap to feed. LOL I started with a male and two females. (The male is in the middle of the first pic.) The game says they're difficult to breed, but both my females ended up gravid pretty much right away, and they had a total of 16 babies! Yikes! So now their habitat is slightly overcrowded. LOL But, I can trade away or release to the wild most of the babies once they're old enough.

And then there are my gharials, which are my favorite crocodilians, so I'm glad they're included in the game. :) Lookit this big boy:

OK, so maybe he doesn't look so big in the pic, but here he is in comparison with a female:

The female isn't that small herself. I think she's 7ft/2m long while the male is, obviously twice that. That's how it is with gharials.

And here's big boy checking out the guests:

Not to worry, though. Though they are very large, gharials are exclusively fish-and-amphibian eaters, not large-mammal-eaters. That's what their long, skinny, and rather weak (as crocodilians go) jaws are adapted for. They're also the only crocodilians that are social, in the sense that a male will have a harem of females, and he will defend them and the babies from threats.

ANYWAY! I started with a male and two females, and I made a very large (and mostly water, since they are primarily aquatic, not land, animals) habitat so they could go wild with the babies. And they have. Both females had a clutch, so now I have nine babies, too. So CUUUUUUUTE! <3 Apparently, I haven't taken any baby pics, though. Need to fix that... But here's a bird's-eye view (including the game UI, oops!) of the gharial habitat as it stands now:

It's still not done, but it's getting there. I'm having fun doing underwater decorating. :)

I also recently added Komodo dragons to this zoo, but I'm still working on building a basic habitat for them, so I haven't moved them into it yet. I tend to build a basic habitat, then let money accumulate a bit, then work on more fully "dressing up" each habitat. After the dragons, I think I will add American alligators. Hopefully I'll have the credits to get an albino one (since people are usually selling those for conservation credits rather than money on the market) because that will be cool to see/watch. I also need to do some more general decoration of the non-habitat parts of the zoo, because it's pretty plain. LOL I have the money banked up. I just need playing time to do it. And a plan. A plan would be good. LOL

Of course, I also recently started a sandbox zoo so that I could build freely and not have to worry about things like research or power and water filtration and other things, sooooooo.... LOL

Anyway yeah, really like this game. I like the management aspects, I like just sitting and watching the animals in their habitats, and I especially like the building in it, both of animal habitats as well as other things. I've been watching some YouTube videos made by far more experienced players than me, so I'm itching to try out some Techniques(TM). LOL

[yumethefrostypanda]

Hey hello! Can I ask you about Price?1. Don't you think that Price is a very tough person?2. In your opinion, what can Price do outside of work (hobbies, etc.)? I'm a little inclined to think that even outside of work he thinks about work.3. And how do you think it is possible to seduce him? I don’t even go into details now, is it just that the very fact of temptation is possible or is it like a wall that nothing can overcome? Thank you in advance!)

Henloo Anon, ofcourse you can ask me about Price - He's right up there with Ghost as my favorites :)

Oo yes he is! He's been through some shii- according to his CoD Wiki; "He's been shot, captured, abandoned, blown up, locked up, tortured, and left for dead." Also we've seen for ourselves in 2019 and 2022 (campaign-wise) how he handles himself. He just beams tough guy energy, he's that strong to me. Also, look at the men he picked for his Task Force. They're not only hella skilled, but also good men with the same morality, though Kyle shortly questioned Price's morality with the Cpt. bringing Butcher's kid and wife during that Butcher interrogation (2019). Aka; "Truth serum."- Nikolai :3 So there is also room for discussion in the unit and it's not like the one way street-kind.

Welll Price's VA, Barry Sloane, told (pls correct me if wrong) Price likes fishing (with a good cigar, not sure XD), he also likes football since Laswell met him at a "Soccer game" -Laswell, where Price corrected her with "It's football, Laswell. It's football.." So i kinda latched on to that :') I totally see him doing something in silence/peace (fishing) and him doing something outgoing (going to football matches). I also think he visits his local pub, but he doesn't strike me as the type who be there every/most nights. Even on missions and when possible he'll go to one nearby. You might be right thinking he's always busy with his work. Not a strange thought when you think how much responsibility he has and the enemies he made through the years (always a threat of retaliation).

That's why i also think he made the decision on not having a wife and/or kids. Imagine his worst enemies coming for his family. He is the captain of an elite force after all, there must be a price on his head :( Maybe he might settle down once he's out of the field/retired. I do like to think he was in a (serious) relationship(s) when he was younger (20's), but as he got older so got his experience in the field+ the consequences of it. And he probably is away alot. And on the seduce part, i think it's 'as simple as' he’s interested in you or not. Cause i do think he wants to temper his sex drive and he is either into one night stands or into friends with benefits.

[tinywitchgoblin]

Hi dear! Just found your blog going through my liked tags, and honestly... fantastic shit. Read everything in your masterlist immediately. Absorbed it like a sponge.

May I please get a ship match up??? 👉👈

I'm transmasc and early 30s. I'm 5'10" in height and I guess "average" build. I'm an Aries and INTP which means I'm Hella stubborn and have opinions on things. I'm also pretty logic minded.

I love nature and being outside. Hikes, fishing, exploring in general are some of my favorite things to do in the warmer weather. I will get excited over finding a cool bug or rock and either try and bring it home or take a billion pictures of it.

When at home I just like to chill with my pets. (One dog, two cats, and four birds.) How we chill varies. Be it snuggles and movies/video games, or getting smothered by them while I read it depends. The only time I really separate myself from them is when I'm trying to do crafts. Embroidery and cats don't mix.

Ummm other silly facts... I used to do dirt track racing as a teen and still love going to the races occasionally. I like most music but pop punk is probably the most popular in my playlists. I've got 2 facial piercings, and I think 7 tattoos. (Two are bad batch tattoos)... I think that's about it.

🧀

HEY COLBY WHAT'S UP FELLOW CHEESE LOVER

I ship you with...

Tech!

Tech loves being outside with you. Typically, when he finds something he finds interesting, his brothers brush off his fascination and move on, but not you. When he finds a cool insect, you have to look at it. When you give him a cool rock, he might not show a strong outward reaction, but on the inside, he is crying. In fact, you and he have a shared collection of cool rocks and other stuff one of you found outside and wanted to keep. There's even a rock there that Crosshair gave you, but he threatened you with certain death (affectionate) if Hunter or Wrecker were to find out that he participated in the collection of cool rocks. (I want a cool rock from Tech :/)

When you're not out hiking or doing nature surveys, you and he will most likely be out fishing. Tech enjoys fishing because he can cast a line and work on some tinkering while he's waiting for a bite. It's one of his favorite ways to multitask. He even made a makeshift fish finder and attached it to the boat so wherever you happen to be fishing, he can see what's down there and use that information to figure out what bait to use and so forth. Plus, when fish are caught, they can be brought back to Wrecker, who does amazing things with fish. Well, he's an amazing chef in general, but he's especially good with fish.

Even though being outside is fun, sometimes y'all prefer to be inside. Tech was a bit overwhelmed by all of your pets at first (especially since he'd never had a pet before and wasn't entirely sure how to react), but he's since warmed up to them pretty well. One of the cats, especially, really likes him. You'll often find the two of them sitting in Tech's workspace together, with Tech doing his own thing and the cat sleeping right next to him. It makes your heart melt every single time. Seeing your favorite person get along so well with your favorite animals is very meaningful to you, and you couldn't be more grateful for such a caring, like-minded partner like Tech.

-

Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request, drop it in my ask box, and don't forget to reblog <3

[sonder-paradise]

Can I request crack h/cs for the ADA playing wii sports pls

— 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐢 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐃𝐀

— 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

somehow someway, this man cheats his way to victory. he's a menace that loves to get into the minds of his opponents to win. I'm not sure how he can keep that disgusting smile on his face as he wins for the ninth time today. literally all five games: baseball, tennis, boxing, golf, and bowling

is genuinely good at tennis though. he looks like a graceful ass fairy that has no clue how to fly normally when he smacks that little virtual ball over onto poor atsushi's court. do not let him win at tennis because he will never let it down.

calls himself a wii sports king. kunikida will give anyone permission to absolute rock his shit if they win. dazai also somehow makes it a competition as an excuse to slack off and let some poor soul (tanizaki, atsushi) do his work.

— 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

leave this poor boy alone. please he doesn't understand sports in real life how is he going to handle swinging a virtual baseball bat into the sky?? but he's probably worried he's gonna drop the controller because he straps that thing onto his hand like it's his only life support. i mean listen if he's against dazai, it sorta is.

not very good at any of the five sports. he just tries his best and is more focused on how strange his mii character looks rather than his game. not because he loves his mii but... did he always have that fucked up of bangs...? (no atsushi we love your weird bangs)

kunikida coaches him when they play golf together. kinda wholesome, kinda kunikida triumphantly trying to get anyone else other than dazai to win.

— 𝐃𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚

a true master at wii golf. but only wii golf. he seems like a golf man, you know what i mean? yeah. but anyway, he's going to be the one that ensures that everyone's playing by the rules. let's be honest here, dazai ain't the only one somehow cheating during this event. but hear me out here: if there was a fishing sport... he would win it every time.

is maybe just a little bit into the idea of turning the event into a competition but certainly not to slack off from work. thinks of it as a good bonding session for the agency. though i don't know much about bonding since everyone's this close to cursing yosano and ranpo for continuously winning tennis games together.

get's a little too into the whole thing and is adorably proud to have won his golf matches. look he had the most strokes out of everyone <3

— 𝐀𝐤𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨

literally a goddess at bowling. look at her form, she can do no wrong *-* but prefers to sit back and let the others play. lowkey makes atsushi play for her during the golf and baseball ones. but still laughs when he somehow manages to get multiple homeruns for her by some sort of cruel miracle.

okay but she's absolutely terrifying when playing boxing against the others. she's horrifying beaten dazai and tanizaki specifically into a pulp. literally orange juice by the end of it. the only ones she takes it easy on are ranpo, kyouka, and kenji. everyone else is forced to watch her start maniacally cackling at their upcoming demise.

is pretty competitive about it. she's been cooped up in her office all day, let her have some fun on the little wii sports game thing. okay, but her and ranpo are actual monsters on the tiny virtual tennis courts. their teamwork is unmatched.

— 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

doesn't try to hard on many of these. most of the time he doesn't truly attempt at all. he's most likely the lowest on the scoreboard and doesn't quite see the appeal like the others. but he's pretty decent at tennis with yosano (primarily because he lets her do most of the work)

but when he does end up scoring pretty high by putting in the hella effort, he does that little thingy where he looks to fukuzawa to make sure he was watching. let him proud of his accomplishments goddammit. also brags about it like dazai will and on the occasion will cause dazai's cheating schemes or his bluffs when he's focused on winning.

has dropped his remote multiple times before. not sure how the agency keeps extras but he goes through at least three every time they do these game nights. they even bought him those covers for the remote but he managed to launch one out the window once still.

— 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢

pretty much in the same boat as atsushi. leave the poor boy alone man. it doesn't help much that naomi will make a lot of comments about his form and how he should play. but when he does do well, he's extra proud of himself. looks to naomi as if asking whether or not she saw.

honestly not the best at any of the games except maybe baseball. i could see him being really focused and into the moment but the second he goes to swing naomi will break his concentration. other than that, he's honestly decent at it. everyone's screaming when they watch him slowly start accumulating points.

is usually the designated snack-bringer to these things. it wasn't even supposed to be an actual event or game night before he started doing it. his seniors (*cough* ranpo *cough*) just started asking him to bring snacks so he did. honestly prided himself on that job in particular.

— 𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

doesn't play too often. he prefers watching all his kids i mean employees (who are all essentially orphans so no difference rlly) play instead. sometimes they'll insist that he play a round of tennis or something simple and he just doesn't understand.

he swore he swung right when the ball came into his court and does he move with the mii or does he stand in place?? who threw that ball again? wait he controls the back court mii too?? leave the man alone, he just wants to understand what this magical white box does and where the freaking sensor on this thing is.

and if you're wondering if he does watch ranpo, he does and he's very proud of him when he wins. usually just nods his head sternly in ranpo's direction and continues to watch the rest of them play. seriously though, how does that devil white box work?

— 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

absolutely joyful to be included. he’s so impressed that these little people can be controlled through the screen by these little white remotes??? “city people are so cool!!” he’s not good at wii or technology in general but he’s more than excited to watch

was very dedicated to making his little mii look as perfect as possible. might have accidentally broken the tv once or twice and then drastically apologized after wards. never gets frustrated when he loses but thanks his opponent almost instantly

— 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢

doesn’t play too often. she doesn’t find too much interest in it and it’s only when dazai plops the controller into her hand or when atsushi urges her a little that she actually budges. when that happens she’s actually pretty decent at the games and if she does win someone will buy her tofu

atsushi and yosano usually take it easy on her since she’s still getting used to the game. she’s fully aware of this fact but doesn’t say anything still. she does like teaming with kenji though since she has the most fun with him while playing

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[fleet-admiral-hiba]

OF SEAMEN AND SEAKINGS

True, your siblings were hella protective of you, especially after what had happened a few months ago. But not even they expected this.

Guess being a Charlotte has its perks, don't it?

You were relaxing on a small boat with Brennan, relaxing for the first time in months. While he recharged, you were trying to fish. You had already caught some excellent fish, so you wanted one more to bring back home.

The sea was calm; the day was beautiful. You were enjoying your time with your Uncle B, when you felt the boat rock. Had it been a normal wave, you wouldn't have paid any attention to it, but feeling the small boat shake from side to side got you thinking.

Brennan, too, had sat up. He ran to the banister to check the waters beneath you. You didn't know why, but you told him to stay back. You could feel something big was about to come up..

Indeed, your eyes saw ahead of time, and you practically witnessed the next ten seconds, much like your big brother Katakuri.

True to your predictions, something massive shot out of the water: now, you weren't a stranger to the multitude of creatures surrounding Totto Land. But seeing a Sea King was another thing entirely.

Brennan was worried. Neither of you had the means to fight it, much less on a small boat like yours. Brennan wasn't sure if you were scared or being protective of him. You stared right back at it.

In a matter of seconds, they emitted a powerful aura,knocking down the Sea king, but also making Brennan crumble to the floor, still conscious, but barely upright.

Shocked, both of you looked at each other, incredulous about what had just happened. A call broke you two out of your reverie: Raisin was calling because you weren't back yet.

"H-hey husband, we were turning the ship around when we had a bit of an inconvenience," he started,but worried voices promptly cut him off, asking if they were alright.

"We are okay, though baby V might have *accidentally* knocked out a sea king using the conqueror's Haki," you mumbled.

Silence.

It took a moment before any of them answered. "Come again, please?" Velvet did what?" asked Oven this time. True, you were a Charlotte, and you had tremendous powers, but you were barely 7. You couldn't have developed it just yet. "Velvet has just knocked out a Sea King" repeated Brennan, just as shocked as they were.

A blank den-den mushi was all that was left when nothing else was said.

While he passed the handset to Velvet, he turned around the boat, with the now comatose sea king. It was going to be dinner, as of now.

"Hello?" spoke softly, a bit disturbed by the silence, "baby, what Brennan has just said is it really true?" asked again Oven, trying to make sense of it. " Yes, it is," you answered sincerely.

You were almost at home, so it wasn't strange to see some of your brothers waiting for you, but the faces they made were priceless. A small boat (for the Charlotte standards) dragging in a fish at least 10x times its dimension.

Jaws dropped. You ran to hug them while they watched incredulously Brennan trying to drag the catch in. The decuplets ran to help him, while Smoothie and Oven stared first at their baby, then back at the fish.

"You are truly one of us," said a proud Oven, while hugging you tight and swinging you back and forth. You were giggling, all the while enjoying being close to them.

"Let's celebrate tonight," declared Smoothie, grinning maniacally.

Everybody was proud of your achievement, more so knowing you were their precious little baby.

Just a normal day in Totto Land.