#shark soapbox

[shark-myths]

tell me more about the writing class!

I would loving nothing more!

so my long-time writing crush @alienfuckeronmain (seriously, we became pairing rivals in a now-deceased fandom more than 20 years ago) runs an amazing writing class annually. It is fully virtual and recorded, so you can attend synchronously (I recommend this because the Q&A after the lecture is invaluable!) or whenever works best for you. It focuses on writing as a LIFESTYLE, something sustainable and full of joy, healing the productivity/perfection trauma many of us come to associate with the craft. it focuses not on sharing and critiquing writing but on how to support yourself and your life so that you can DO it, for fun and for love, in a way that works for you. it is such a healthy and beautiful approach to my favorite thing in the world, I highly recommend the course. The website is here and the instagram account, bloodinkbonewriting, also has a lot of info and promo material. Phoenix herself is an incredible talent with some recently published books I highly recommend. She’s most famous for being canceled in various fandoms, writing the finest one direction fic you can imagine, being the master of dead dove and fucked-up dynamics, and of course, humanized Cars fic.

self-disclosure / soapbox time: I work as a psychologist, and I so frequently encounter grown-ass adults who made all the right choices. They put away ‘childish’ things like hobbies and passion and silliness and intensity, they prioritized all the values our culture prizes, and they end up feeling so fucking empty and bleak. I constantly connect to gratitude about my daily writing practice, about my relentless and unprofitable pursuit of writing for joy. I have been writing rpf since I was thirteen years old. I thought I *invented* it and would certainly go to hell for my ingenuity. And it is the richest part of my life. I meet all the best people this way. I love who I am and the way I live because of being connected to art and community—a community of transformative work and creativity and passion, of screeching about our favorite things without self-consciousness or self-erasure. I genuinely believe this is the best part of my self and life. (except for my cats.) and when I encounter the dullness and misery of a life at the grindstone, I know beyond doubt that writing and fandom are my #1 protective factor. They are the reason I don’t feel that burned out and hollow way about my good, good life.

if you do one thing for yourself, find a way to create and connect joyfully and without the evaluative eye of others upon you. and if you have lost the way to doing that with writing because of the world we live in or, worse, the educational system and endless pressure to make your art profitable—blood ink bone has my highest recommendation as a gentle way to recover that path within yourself!

[dammit-theclown]

BPD splitting hours got me feeling like i’m too reliant and needy and vulnerable to hurt and betrayal because i have friends who like me whom i text a bunch because i like them as well

[boneyardbimbo]

Stop 👏 demonizing 👏 sharks 👏👏👏

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[lovelylotusf1]

ohh that prompt game seems fun!!! how about 23/9 for max!!

Thank you for the lovely prompt anon <3 I focused a bit more on 9, but there's still some of prompt 23 - loss of abilities/skills in there. You didn't specify a ship, so I left it a bit ambiguous. But, it definitely has Max/Oscar vibes! Prompt list for if you want me to put drivers into Situations :D

Sleep deprivation

“A question for Max. What happened in turn 9 today?”

“I don't know, you fucking tell me.”

Max knows this single moment will be clipped to hell and back. He knows that PR will chew him out for it, and that it will cause the reporters to jump on him like sharks smelling blood. But he doesn't fucking care. Not when the incessant flashing of cameras makes his head swim and the endless stream of chatter from the interviewers melts together into a noise that sounds like he's developing god damn tinnitus.

There's a nervous giggle to his right, but when he turns his head he doesn't know where exactly it came from. Oscar's sitting next to him, and there's Lando, too, and since when are their faces so blurry? Max squints, trying to determine the exact point where they're blurring together into a kind of super McLaren driver. The thought makes him snort.

“It seems like you lost control of the car there for a second,” the interviewer rambles on, but Max is busy blinking the world back into focus. “Was it driver error that caused you to almost hit the barriers there?”

Oh wait, Lando and Oscar aren’t melting. Lando's just leaning into Oscar like he doesn't know about the concept of personal space. All gooey and smiley and why does that smile look a bit pained?

Suddenly, there's a foot nudging against his, and Max remembers that he needs to answer something.

“That question is stupid, so I won't answer it. I finished third, didn't I?”

Finishing P3 is embarrassing, he doesn’t need the question that will undoubtedly come next to tell him that. It'll probably be about whether he's okay with that place or if he's lost his ambition. About the multiple rookie mistakes he made throughout the race. The trip through the gravel. Only the pitstop strategy and a lucky safety car saved him from being kicked down to the cold and unforgiving fourth place.

For someone else, it might be passable. Not for Max. Never for Max.

Someone else shouts out another question. Max stares into the vague direction of it until Oscar picks up the microphone and answers something that doesn’t manage to go through the fog of his brain.

The rest of the post-race interview is torture, and by the end of it, his head is pounding and he's trying to hold back shivers that are probably from a fever he's developing. Great. Simply lovely.

When he's on his way to get to his motorhome, a hand on his shoulder stops him. “You were really weird today.” It’s Oscar’s voice. Good. Max couldn't stand anyone else right now. “Are you okay?”

Max lets himself melt into the touch a little. Allows himself the simple comfort of someone else's warmth. “I think I fucking fell ill,” he spits out. “I slept a total of three hours between cold shivers and not being able to breathe through my nose.”

The hand on his shoulder tightens. It’s Oscar's tell that he's really angry about something but doesn't want to show it directly on his face. Max is a little proud of himself, proud that he remembers that tiny detail even when his brain feels like a soapbox driven by a snail instead of the usual pace of the RB19.

“Okay, that's totally fine. Racing while sick is nice. Cool that you did that.” Max might be dead tired, but he can still hear the sarcasm dripping from Oscar’s words. “Let's get you to bed.”

“So forward. I thought that you needed to ask Lando for permission to do that with other people. Or you already asked, of course.”

Oscar laughs, that high-pitched one he sometimes lets out when someone surprises him. His arm wraps around Max's waist, guides him the last couple of steps to the door of his motorhome and beyond it. Huh. Max hasn’t even noticed that they've been walking towards his bedroom.

“I really think you need to sleep a bit. I'll stay if you need something.”

Oscar firmly but gently pushes him onto the bed. And Max lets him do it without objections. A warm feeling spreading through his body as he closes his eyes with a content sigh.

People who might be interested in Max/Oscar: @wisteriagoesvroom @maaxverstappen

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for breaking up with someone over fishkeeping and cat food? I know how the title sounds but hear me out. This happened a couple years ago and I'm still friends with the people this happened with but it still weighs on me. So I have always been kind of militant about husbandry when it comes to the animals I keep(autistic, it' a special interest) and I don't really like to deal with people who don't take caring for living creatures they willingly bring into their home seriously. I sold a fish tank to my, then, partner J who wanted to get into fish keeping. J and D, our other partner, lived together. After taking the tank home and cleaning it up we were throwing around ideas for what to put in it. It wasn't too big but also not small, but he kept throwing out species that would far outgrow the tank or species that would fight and kill each other. Every time I shot these species down J took it well, realizing the space was either too small or they would die and didn't want the fish in improper conditions but D kept telling me not to "squash his creativity" and he could "do whatever as long as it made him happy". At this I obviously hopped on my soapbox about how it's our duty as animal owners to give the animals we keep proper conditions and D went absolutely off on me and mentioned how I care "too much" about how other people keep their animals and had always made her feel bad about how she feeds her cats and now I was doing this. For context my cat eats a raw diet. I did a lot of research and talked to my vet and he's doing wonderfully while one of her cats is extremely overweight to the point he waddles instead of walking and the other two are getting there as well, both of which I've brought up concerns about but I have NEVER shamed the way she fed her animals. She had been interested in the interest I had taken and had ASKED for better quality food recommendations, so I gave them, but NEVER told her she had to feed them a certain way. A majority of our conversations were just me info-dumping and her being happy to listen and ask questions occasionally. Anyway J kind of backed out of the conversation at this and D and I went back and forth a bit before D finally said "I don't think this relationship is going to work out if you won't let this go"(This being I have pointed out one of her cats is grossly overweight a couple times and it's extremely unhealthy, especially since he's aging now) so I said "Yeah I think so too. This is something I clearly care a lot about and I'm not going to be with someone who puts their own or their partner's feelings over the well-being of the animals they are responsible for"(referencing when she said a few times when talking about the fish that it was okay if the fish killed each other or died from improper conditions as long as J was happy with how the tank looked and "it's not like we're putting kittens in with sharks, they're Just Fish") and we broke up there and then. Since then we've still stayed close friends after a short break from each other(I'm actually her Man of Honor in her upcoming wedding to J!) and she's actually made moves to better the quality of the food she buys her cats and is working on getting her obese cat's weight down and J's fish tank hobby is going very well(with proper keeping standards!!). But the situation at the time still weighs on me and even though we're genuinely too busy with work and life to make a relationship work anymore anyway and that was also a factor of the breakup.... AITA for beginning a breakup over animal husbandry?

What are these acronyms?

[deltaengineering]

A preliminary report on the topic of Spring Anime 2025

I'm not going through all this shit but here's some notes on shows of note. Fire Force and Apothecary Diaries are continuing but those are basically just what they've always been, and the whole CGDCT parade featuring mono et al are good enough but exactly what you'd expect. Anyway:

Apocalypse Hotel

Not much to say, this is well done and a complete no-brainer for me based on the topic alone. Planetarian without KEY, sign me the fuck up.

Rock Is a Lady's Modesty

This would also be a no-brainer based on the topic alone (I will watch basically any Class S spoof no matter what), but what if I told you that when this show says "rock", it means "sex" and it isn't subtle about it either. I just hope they stop spelling out Lilisa's motivation in every episode eventually.

Kowloon Generic Romance

Passes the vibe check easily and it's pretty interesting outside of that too; it's surprisingly arthouse and thematically rich, but seemingly without the pretensions this usually brings.

Lazarus

This is surprisingly bad, boring and completely uninteresting, and I dropped it before it even gets to the part where Watanabe gets on his soapbox (Carole & Tuesday is, indeed, still continuing in my head, you hack fraud). Best thing I can say about it that it looks expensive, and even that is basically just a demonstration that chasing live action clout by bringing Chad Stahelski in is a foolish idea because this shit looks like West Side Story.

To Be Hero X

But who needs washed up hacks from the 90s when you can watch Li Haolin do whatever the fuck he wants. TBHX is primarily a sick graphics demo, but even if the writing in the first episodes is not supposed to be the focus, it's still smarter than most things in this subgenre - kind of like MHA meets OPM without the godawful parts of either. There's definitely no guarantee that it will stay that way (Haolin shows are known to go places, and so far TBHX barely seems to have anything to do with its own elevator pitch), but it's a risk I'm gladly willing to take.

Witch Watch

Surprisingly good for a shounen romantic comedy, mainly because it nails the comedy. This might get old, but so far it hasn't.

Gundam Uguu

I'm split here; the "main" part of it is a pretty neat cyberpunk cartoon with endearing characters. However, I aggressively don't care about UC Gundam, so Hideaki Fucking Anno coming through with the most embarrassing Char fanfic I've ever seen (and that's saying something for a sub-franchise that has basically subsisted on embarrassing Char fanfics for decades) for an entire episode is very much not appreciated. I'll give it another episode but if that contains basically ANY notable amount of UC memberberries I'm out.

Ballpark de Tsukamaete!

This one is probably doomed to obscurity because it's extremely niche and looks like ass. But for the record, I'll say that I'm a sucker for true Altman-style ensemble pieces if the characters can carry them, and that is the case here. A very positive surprise.

Cinderella Gray

Mainline Umamusume has well jumped the shark by S3, but this spinoff is at least possibly worth watching because it's just a pretty standard sports story without most of the cruft. That doesn't really make it exciting on its own, however, just a lot less irritating, and I'm not sure if that's enough of a reason to actually stick with it.

[bates--boy]

Which topics could Peter always soapbox about? Some silly ones? And some serious ones?

// Something that I've realized, and I think it's because he was literally born to defend against enemies, is that he's going to defend anyone or anything that he sees as "the little guy".

He could go on about the ocean and how the global population needs to do more about aquatic species going extinct or rising sea levels, because what hell are the dolphins and starfish going to do? And he would defend sharks to his dying breath, because Jaws was a huge disservice and the worst mistake in cinematic history.

Peter could soapbox about the merits of hip-hop as an art, and the "urban" culture that he loves so much and recognizes as an ever-changing and growing culture within Western civilization, utilized as a way for marginalized people to survive and keep their identity alive in the face of hostile domination.

Otherwise, he'd be soapboxing about celebrities and microcelebrities and movies. Don't get him started on Shark Tales, which he will hail as a cult classic children's masterpiece, almost up there with SpongeBob SquarePants. Almost, because it's not as informational as SS (which still surprised and impressed Peter as a marine biologist), but it literally has Martin Scorsese in its cast, and that is something!

[eepiebeepy]

wrote an inordinately long and detailed comment about my stance on veganism and morality so i’m just gonna post it here too, because i’m a freak like that

(in response to an individual stating that veganism is “inarguably more moral” due to less lives being lost in plant harvesting than in harvesting plants, feeding an animal, and then killing that animal)

“inarguably more moral”

is a fox immoral for eating a rabbit? is an orca immoral for eating a shark? in the first case the fox is eating an “innocent” and the only lives lost to feed the rabbit were plants, in the second the shark has probably eaten dozens of other animals, ending their lives to further its own (which is ultimately ended by the orca). does this make the orca less moral than the fox due to the number of lives it is consuming in a meal?

the part where people get tripped up is thinking that we aren’t also animals, who evolved from wild creatures who did what they needed to survive. we are naturally omnivorous. we’ve been eating meat for thousands of years. we are only able to attach morality to the action now due to a position of privilege and abundance— when meat may be all that gets you through the winter, is it more moral to starve yourself in search of kindness?

the act of eating meat is not immoral in and of itself. what i believe to be immoral is the way we harvest our meat in modern times. raising animals in terrible conditions just to be slaughtered is unnecessary and cruel, and therefore immoral. meat from animals hunted in the wild, where they have a chance to live a natural life, or from animals raised in ethical captivity (as ethical as we can make it) is about the most moral we can hope to get. this is especially true in a day where vegan alternatives and even regular plant consumption also devastate the environment; crops raised over and over again on vast swathes of land eat up wild spaces and inordinate amounts of water, on top of sucking all nutrients from the soil if done improperly. the real way forward, in my eyes, would be food forests and multi-level greenhouses to maximize food production on minimal space. until we get to that point, arguing that you are more moral for choosing not to partake in an act we’ve been doing for millions of years is moot. advocating for healthy and ethical environments for animals raised as meat, as well as more sustainable farming practices, is “inarguably more moral” than standing on a soapbox and projecting sadness about the life of the poor little piggy that died to feed us. the real world is a lot more complicated than that, and evolutionary biology is a lot more complicated than that.

as for the inevitable argument about us being “smarter and more evolved therefore having the capacity to make more moral decisions”, the animals do not know this. they are the same prey they’ve always been, and we are the same predators. we just put on nicer coats.

i hope you have a lovely day!

[seeminglyseph]

I am a fan and I hope you don’t mind me having a little soapbox moment to pitch Dropout to you, I will not be offended or upset if you disregard me entirely and no one at Dropout knows I exist so this is not advertisement.

When they were College Humour they got royally fucked by Facebook and other factors and the company went bankrupt and like everyone lost their jobs. The CEO Sam Reich had to rebuild the whole thing and the rebranding as Dropout is part of that, creating their own hosting platform is partially so they can’t get bamboozled by another company over what the actual view counts or numbers are because if I remember correctly Facebook fed them false data which is part of how their company folded.

They create their own content, with their own cast of actors, collaborators, writers, set designers, etc. they’re pretty upfront about where the money goes and what it goes to and make a lot of efforts to platform different and diverse voices.

They have an annual and monthly subscription and do their best to keep the money going to creators and making more content, not just disappearing it into pockets.

It’s got a lot of entertaining content and most of the people working there are entertainer who know how broke everyone is because most of them are also extremely broke, or were until recently.

I may be falling for propaganda or something, but for the most part it’s a smaller company that’s doing its best not to get eaten by sharks.

I don't use any streaming services (Old Man Yells at Cloud moment "why should I have to PAY for television") but I have been considering gatting Dropout and I recently learned that they have a youtube channel where they put up some episodes of their shows so you can better decide whether you want to give them $6/month for some delicious ad-free comedy

I might make a personal goal to indulge in the service when I hit a certain income threshhold. We'll see. In the meantime I will devour these free sample episodes.

[dammit-theclown]

In hindsight one of the best decisions i ever made was doing everything in my power to prevent predatory fuckin “you need ‘perfect’ teeth or you’ll literally die” cosmetic dentists from shaving off my mamelons considering my disabled ass is currently chipping a front tooth on fucking water glasses every other week

[biillys]

do u think billy was a little shark activist like do u think when someone tried to talk shit about sharks billy got on his little soapbox ranting about how sharks LIVE there about how its their HOME about how shark attacks are actually so rare and how sharks are more likely to swim away than attack like do we think billy had BIG feelings about sharks

[darth-emerald]

Time for me to get up on my Generation Loss soapbox! (Note: spoilers) CW//: Death, Suicide, Human Experimentation, and Derealization mentions

1. My primary theory when it comes to how it may play out with episode three is that Ranboo is gonna further realize what actually happened with the last two episodes, and it is gonna play out in one of two ways: Ranboo will attempt to take Showfall down and die/sacrifice himself in some way (a victory at a cost, so to speak) as a result, or there is the possibility that Ranboo will discover that Showfall will hunt him down after he escapes. At least, if he even escapes at all.

2. How the masks may work (my own personal take), I am a part of the majority in saying that it interfaces directly with Ranboo’s brain and central nervous system (the cerebellum, occipital lobe, and possibly his spinal cord, in addition to influencing further portions, such as the frontal lobe, temporal lobe, and Broca’s area when it has full control), and my theory as to how they control the others and how the grey mask they put on Sneeg works, is that they were most likely implanted with a similar device, albeit subdermally and smaller, to control them. I believe the resistance and occasional breaks of control is caused by one thing: adrenaline. Notice when Ranboo has moments of lucidity and complete control he is nervous, confused, and on edge, and the moment where Sneeg broke and ran, he was terrified (most likely seeing Charlie’s mangled and screaming state, as Jerma implied he was doing) and Austin was the most aware as he was not only afraid, but also seemed agitated, there does seem to be the exception of Jerma himself. He seems to be trusted due to seniority (having done it for 30+ years) but is still somewhat controlled. The design of the implants and masks are flawed as they don’t seem to be equipped to deal with adrenaline and glitch out a bit when exposed, allowing the subject to see past the imposed neurological “family friendly” filter temporarily before it takes control back from the subject (as seen in the surgery scene in episode 2).

3. This theory is a bit more on the speculative end of the spectrum, but I believe that, seeing as Sneeg and Charlie died in episode one and came back in two, I believe that they, along with the other “actors” are being cloned repeatedly, so that if a beloved character dies (Such as Sneeg when he gets eaten by the Sharpickster [my portmanteau of Shark Pickle Lobster]) they can be brought back in a different role each time (hence why they are so nonchalant about killing 80% of the cast) I believe it is entirely possible that Ranboo himself was subjected to this, he is “The Hero” after all.

4. The motive/why is Showfall Doing this? I think I can give a possible idea as to what in the form of speculation. I think they are using this for the purpose of human experimentation (ala a corporately funded Stanford Prison Experiment or MKULTRA) to test their neural filtering tech, and just framing it as a show for the sake of making some extra money, another possibility is that Showfall is incorporating subliminal messages and is trying to brainwash and desensitize the audience to gore, torture, and violence for the sake of whatever The Founder’s mission is.

5. My thoughts on what may happen with The Lossfield Incident/Generation 2. It could be a prequel or follow up to The Social Experiments, us seeing Ranboo on the lead up to being captured, or a bit after TSE trying to take Showfall and/or The Founder down.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

[warystares]

IS HE OUT OF HIS DEPTH ? perhaps. could anyone have ever anticipated that such an awkward, abashed young boy from the bayou ― all muddied bare feet & brambles and not a lick of prospect to pair to the lint lining his pockets ― might find himself HERE ? he thinks in specificity and sweeping generalizations all the same ; no, surely there could've been no guess that lucky remy luck would've turned up a WORLD-RENOWNED professional card shark poker player, much less that he might need to weave through the expensive and extravagantly-adorned patrons of new york's prestigious METROPOLITAN OPERA HOUSE to make an appointment he'd be unwise to miss. ( is he running late ? no, not anymore ― though two fingers are quick to catch his collar and loosen a button in the elevator as even a narrow chest heaves against its cotton constraints to catch the breath stolen from abused lungs by a six-block sprint. ) fifteen seconds of smooth jazz & solitude is more than enough for remy to collect himself, wipe the sweat from his brow and stride toward the door with all the confidence of a young man who was not just running for his LIFE.

to his credit, remington suspects there to be very few ― if any ― a fool who would not sprint at the whim of one MS. LIENA CHEN. though a rapport does not extend far behind them ( has it been even half a year yet remy's been in the city ? and how long after had it taken him to get entangled in the jade tribe ? no, okay, admittedly not very. ) his instinct for self-preservation allows him a keen sense for when to submit. and right now ? well, the moment he opens the door to her office, remy has no doubt he will be in the presence of a PREDATOR. oh, but she does it so well, even remy's got to admit ; all poise & grace, pristinely wrapped and delivered in a neat package of velvet elegance. perhaps the most dangerous hunter of all ― one outfitted with all the smooth charm and honeyed talk to LURE her prey in of their own volition, unsuspecting. it's inspiring, really ; remy often finds himself drawn to her office like a ( pesky, annoying ) moth to a wonderfully luminescent flame.

so he slinks in when she beckons as if he'd not just RACED there, strays toward the nearest chair and melts into it. ❝ have you ever considered recording audiobooks ? asmr, even ? that's autonomous sensory meridian... ❞ remy trails off as icy blues eye her curiously, thinking better of the soapbox he's about to ascend. ( or, at very least, opting to exchange it in favor of another. ) ❝ disregard. i'm sure you already know. point is, lovely voice. feels worth mentioning in a place chock full of 'em, i'm sure you must not hear it enough around here. ❞ ignore the grin, an attempt at charm ; so maybe she intimidates him a little. he'd CUT TIES and pull out his passport if he didn't want to be here. he needs a little more intrigue in his life ; card tricks keep him comfortable, but he's grown tired of simple tricks alone.

❝ since i last saw you ? ❞ remy takes a moment as if to consider his answer, but he expects this action alone is enough to tell her what she needs to know. ❝ nothin' of any real import, i'm afraid to say. you know i hate showing up empty-handed, especially at your door. my mama raised me better than that ― ❞ no she didn't. sounds real nice, though, don't it ? ❝ ― but i also don't intend to waste your time, not for nothin' you already know. but what i can tell you is i'm workin' on it, and these hands won't be empty for long.❞

WHO: Liena Chen & Remington Luck (@warystares) WHERE: Liena's office, Metropolitan Opera House

As a child, Liena was often compared to a mouse. She had a way of tucking herself into corners and making herself undetected until she chose to present herself. Becoming one with the shadows was a habit of hers, and as she grew up, she learned to wield those shadows to her benefit. She transformed herself into a snake--- a quiet, deadly creature just waiting for the right moment to strike at her prey.

And how did she manage to go from a quiet, hidden little girl to an empress of the city? Easy--- she sought out other creatures of the night, both shadows and devils alike, and tucked them under her wing. REMINGTON LUCK was one of the individuals she took a keen interest in. The boy had access to The Old World Casino, and Liena was more than happy to take any information she could get in order to remain on top of her enemies. It was a quid pro quo of sorts--- he shared any relevant information about the Burning Gods' operations, and she'd offer him praise and an assortment of teas and baked goods. Everyone leaves happy.

She listened to her office door open and close, not even bothering to glance up from her work. She knew it was him--- no one would dare barge into her office uninvited, after all. ❝Remington, come in.❞ Her voice was soothing as she continued filing paperwork, finally glancing up at her guest, ❝Any new information about the casino?❞ 

[angelmichelangelo]

What do you think would be each of the alters hyperfixations? We know that Steven loves Ancient Egypt but do you have any headcanons for the others? :)

*runs to this ask with my little meow meow folder spilling all over the place* YES! YES I HAVE HEADCANONS !!

so steven does indeed love ancient egypt to the point where it’s his special interest! i think that would tie into other kinds of hyperfixations that relate, like how mentioned the mummy (1999) in a previous post :) @purpleshallot added the fun little detail that he’d definitely be talking about it non stop just to explain all the inaccuracies and all the things they got right!

marc definitely had a hyperfixation on sharks. he knows everything about all kinds of sharks and maybe wanted to be some sort of marine biologist when he was a kid. he’s the kid that had books on megaladon’s and would be ready to spew of a reel of facts about them because SHARKS. am i just saying this because this was also me? yes. yes i am.

jake’s hyperfixation would be motorsports i feel like? he loves all kinds of races: soapbox racing to f1 type. nascar also. i honestly don’t have a lot for jake but i imagine he has little model cars he likes to collect based on what types of sports cars he likes the most. the ones you either have to make yourself or paint because i imagine that’s pretty soothing for him :)

[tonypinkgrave]

creature comfort ･ﾟ★

☾ summary : V pipes up, “There was a radiant blue coat over on the other wall, by the way. It was a— ah, jewel tone, I believe is what they call it.”

“No thanks. I prefer to not be garish.” Despite his supposed rejection, Vergil peeks over to where the coat is located.

“Oh, learned from your mistakes as an unfashionable teen?”

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post-DMC5

wholesome, fluffy shopping trip

snark, awkward human interactions, and existential crises abundant!

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An issue that Vergil hasn’t had to deal with in years returned with a vengeance shortly after he returned from Hell. It’s the simplest need, one that every human is familiar with.

He needs clothes.

It’s not embarrassing, shopping is a popular pastime for some! But, he couldn’t bring himself to ask Dante or Nero, and definitely not the ladies, about nearby stores and shopping centers. It was already humiliating enough when Vergil had walked out of his room in too baggy of pants and a goofy T-shirt courtesy of his twin.

He was reminded of the stark differences in their figures, not just by the mirror but by Dante’s and Trish’s snickering. That will never happen again. He deserves better, dammit!

And so, against his better judgment, Vergil brings his human half along. Which V was coming along regardless as the lively spirit of his ego is his shadow— wherever Vergil goes, V is right on his heels, whispering into his ears.

That alone was something that took a while to become accustomed to. Vergil has always had a vocal conscience, or soul, depending on how you spin it, but having what feels like a separate entity that is both him and yet not him inside his head is a very new sensation. He likens it to having an angel on his shoulder, except this angel isn’t exactly an angel, and there’s no devil to balance out V’s asinine arguments. Of course, there is a devil inside him, roaring and seething, but he prefers to keep it caged. Urizen doesn’t deserve a soapbox, not ever again.

So, with their combined might and brain cells, the half-devil and the sweetest of angels manage to find a mall in the heart of the now rebuilt Red Grave City. The humans’ ability (“Will you stop calling them humans like you’re an outsider, Vergil?” V says within the confines of Vergil’s skull.) to bounce back from such a tragedy caused by the Qliphoth is commendable; although, judging by the sparkle and gloss of the mall, he suspects hedonism and vanity boosted the majority of their morale.

Vergil enters the shopping mall, a frosty gust of A/C smacking him in the face as he passes electronic doors. Once he’s blinked the chill out of his eyes and surveys the corridors of retail before him, Vergil realizes the extent of his mistakes. People —Are you happy now, V?— are everywhere, most of them much shorter than him, in raucous clusters. Their voices, amounting to a loud hum of gibberish, mixed with the glare of overhead lighting, skylights, and neon signs have the poor man thrown headfirst into sensory overload.

He hasn’t been around such a crowd in who knows how long, and even when he did slither through the bustle of society back as a teenager, he never willingly threw himself into the proverbial shark tank.

V chuckles, the sound echoing inside Vergil’s ribs, “Proverbial shark tank... You truly find them to be that frightening?”

Vergil rolls his eyes. “Not frightening in that sense. You know full well what I mean.”

Being part of his very personality, V does understand, his childish jibes aside. Demons are predictable and hardly stray from their innate desires, such as their bloodlust and violent tendencies. By scent alone, it’s easy to discern what kind of threat a demon may be.

People… are different, considerably so. Vergil is familiar with the basics of psychology and the plethora of theories regarding the human psyche and morality— he’s read enough books and has had enough run-ins with all types of personalities to be able to traverse the obstacle course that is the human population, but that doesn’t make this any smoother.

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What's your favorite shark?

Oh! How did you know I love marine animals? I don't think I've really talked about it before, but I just think it's really cool that there's so much water covering the Earth and it's all teeming full of strange little guys. I can't even fathom how big the oceans are compared to my little world. We probably haven't even discovered 10% of the total species that might be down there! Isn't that exciting?

Anyway, I think all sharks are fascinating, but my favourite shark is definitely the night shark, Carcharhinus signatus. They are found widely throughout the Atlantic and are so named for their nocturnal behaviour. They live in schools that travel together, constantly going from shallower to deeper water and back again over the course of a day. They're fairly big fellows at around 2 meters in length and they have an exceptionally pointy snout, which I think is cute! Honestly, we don't know a lot about them for certain because most of the research has been done on populations off the coast of Brazil, so it may not be true across the species. That kind of mysteriousness intrigues me. But what really sets this particular shark ahead of the rest for me are its striking green eyes:

Isn't that just beautiful? I feel like it's staring into my soul. I would kill to be able to go into the ocean and see a real one. And maybe hug it. I know that would tear my skin up but I'd just respawn afterward.

If I may get on my soapbox for a minute: I know a lot of humans view sharks as scary or threatening, but these cutie pies pose no danger to you! They just want to swim around the continental shelf and eat fish in peace. The night shark has been classified as an endangered species, so please don't support hunting it for any reason! It's been hunted for its fins and oil, as well as getting caught in other commercial fishing nets, and I worry about them sometimes. I hope they're doing okay down there.