#why is it in bullet points? idk

[pullthehilt]

carrot at the end of a stick

Desc.: meet cute… but is it really

Characters: IMPLIDED RELATIONSHIP Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto

Reader: not explicitly yuu

t/w: implied non-descriptive cannibalism

why is it all in bullet points? idk :> one day i will flesh this idea out, but i just really wanted to get this out before my dreams for the next few days is just this lol.

"And… let's talk about your love life."

It was a quiet afternoon on the pier; a summer buzz blanketing the residences of the shore as the rumble of the rollercoaster in the distance groaned. One such man had taken shelter from the sweltering heat in the cloth-covered stall of the fortune teller.

The guy in front of him was… shady to say the least; the man was in a pressed suit in the middle of summer, gloves and jacket and all.

He was sceptical, but he was also incredibly bored. So, agreeing, he splayed his hand palm-side up.

He peered over his glasses frame. "It'll be extra for that."

Tsk.

"Aha, dear customer. It seems you'll be having an encounter that'll change your life very, very, soon."

“A man, oh it kinda looks more like a woman-- well the encounter will definitely be with a person. Hmm, well it seems to be on the shoreline. Perhaps heading north-- in the evening…” blah blah blah

Well he's killing time at least and it’s not the worst place to be rotting his summer away in.

Exiting the tent he revels in the sticky, salty air and heads down the steps towards the shoreline.

He'd like to dip his toes in the water, kill the heat some more.

And then he sees them.

He sees you.

You're certainly a sight for sore eyes. Flushed from the sun, digging your feet in the sand. You sway gently with the waves, rhythmically matching the seas tune. The sun behind you douses you in liquid gold. It's like your clothing is just artistically draped onto you, white silk against your skin. There are shells piled into your arms, cradled as you continue to collect, bend and gently poke into the ground.

He's a long ways from you but it's like the world around him silences-- enraptured. He can no longer hear the sound of mechanical enjoyment, the rollercoasters and man-ran stalls. No sounds of children crying or couples bickering. Just the sounds of the waves accenting you.

And you're getting further and further away, shyly toeing towards the half-submerged tide pools.

He has half a mind to not bother you. It's a bit weird to trail after you, isn't it? You hadn't even noticed him as you were minding your own business.

But the words come back to him, the same way the water laps at his shoes.

"An encounter…"

At first he's only walking towards where you've disappeared over the horizon. The leisurely pace he treads, a product of hyping himself up for conversing with you, if you're still in the area. But then he hears a short yell and his heart staccatos.

Chasing after you is easy, sand being flicked up with every gallop towards your direction.

There's butterflies in his stomach from how your voice was carried in the wind-- is that what you sounded like when you were hurt? Or was it a yelp of surprise? Even scared, you sound so...

He scolds himself for even thinking of the other sounds you'd make.

When he reaches you, you're drenched and sat on a sloped rock.

The tide pool itself is shaped like a crescent, the open mouth leading directly to the sea-- and the waves are really working up a storm, as the tide has gotten inches higher from where it was just a few hours ago. At the centre of the crescent shape from where you're sat is a small rock pathway.

Your face is contorted, eyebrows furrowed and mouth pressed to a thin line. Slumped over your leg, you clutch at the leaking wound at the side of your shin.

"Oh god, are you alright?" He calls out to you, body leaning in your direction. It's cute how you jolt to attention, dishevelled.

At first it looks like you're analysing him, and so he tries, "I'm not here to harm you." Palms facing up, showing that he had nothing of a potential threat on his person. "I… I just heard a shout-- a scream. I thought someone needed help and you…"

"I scraped my leg… But… Uh, I'll be alright."

Your voice is light, fluffy even. He soaks it into his system like a sponge and wishes you'd talk more-- god he'd do anything to make you talk more--

"Do you need help?" Dumbass, he thinks to himself, of course you need help. He'd reprimand himself further if his mind hadn't frozen at the way your lips curved to a smile.

"It'd be nice if you could help me," calling out to him you kind of beckon him with your hand. "Come. Come help me." Stumbling to the edge, he prepares to step.

"What's your name?" He's afraid of coming off a bit too strong, but he needs to know. He can feel the water seeping into the canvas of his sneakers, pooling at his toes, but he only steps closer with one foot on the first stone of the pathways towards you.

The shape of your name casts into your lips, but the waves at the moment steal your voice. What? What did you say? He can't hear you, and he says so.

Carefully, he commits his weight to the first stone before moving to the next.

It's a short way to you, but he's slow to make his way as the water spits and crashes against the pathway. Torn between you and the stone he’s stood on, his eyes flicker between the two. Your hand is still stretched, as still as a marble statue. Waiting for him. A heat filters to pool in his ears the closer he gets to you. There's a flicker of hope tickling his spine as he imagines the words he'd say when he gets you off this rock-- he'd ask further if you were alright and if maybe you wanted him to accompany you to the lifeguard's tower to get you patched up. You'd say yes and then he'd follow up with shy conversation leading to the eventual exchanging of numbers. Then he'd for sure ask you on a date, maybe visit the small restaurant overlooking the cliffside a short walk away. Circle back to the pier, win you a couple of prizes from the vendors there… Visit the fortune teller and give him an extra tip.

He's so close to you now. Balancing on the next rock is hard, and he focuses to where his foot nearly slips. It would be terrible to embarrass himself by falling into the water-- troublesome too from how his shoes would be waterlogged and maybe tangled in the seaweed he could see dancing below.

The next stone is even smaller and he gets why you could've slipped here because, he's swinging his arms to regain his balance. But he sees your hand just in front of him and he clasps his to yours, fingers tightening.

Your smile is so bright, stretching to your eyes as your cheeks squish and mould into something Cheshire like.

He winces, your grip firm.

"Thank you." And he's tumbling as you yank sideways.

Water fills his lungs, salt attacking his tastebuds and stinging his eyes.

No one hears you when you're drowning, especially in the sea. The water crashing against the rocks is already loud in itself, and the fact that you have to fight between sputtering out water and kicking your legs to stay afloat and shouting is a battle in itself.

He screams to you, help him god-damn it. Fucking wench, why did you do that-- he'll actually drown at this rate. You're a bastard for tricking him like that-- a whore.

But your eyes are vacant and unfocused. You don’t see him, but you’re looking at his direction.

And then he feels something squeezing his leg. He's kicking harder now, has the thought to untangle the kelp or something he probably accidentally tangled into—

When he looks down, he doesn't see a clump of black wrung around him. Instead, there is a pair of half-moon eyes peering from beyond the water, coloured a sandy brown and warning sign yellow.

-

The water starts to turn a beautiful pink reminiscent to the colour of the coral and anemones dotting around your home. He, the man, is quick to have been pulled under with a trail of bubbles popping to the surface; at first it stays in once place, before the shape of him thrusts forward-- he rushes through the water like a bullet, tearing to circle the rock you sit upon.

 A warm sensation spreads across your stinging wound. When you look down there are a set of eyes fluttering back at you.

"Jade, stop that..." His tongue slips back into his mouth.

He parts from your calf, propping his head by your thigh, smiling. Floyd surfaces for a minute, eyes peeking back at the two of you. There's little disturbance as he moves almost jerking back and forth before his head fully floats above the water with a satisfied sigh.

"Was that all of him?"

"Dunno,” he burps out. “Definitely not all of him though.”

“Can you check?”

“Will I get a prize for doing it?” Glaring, you flick droplets at him with your free foot. He splashes back, waving an arm at you.

Clasping the foot, Jade cradles it to his chest. "Then… what part did you eat?"

"Dunno. An arm?”

“Floyd.”

“Hmph.” He dives back down, body folding to flicker into the deeper waters. After a moment, he resurfaces carrying something by the way he sways a bit more unevenly. “It was an arm.”

[hersterical]

Asexual (biromantic) Cordelia Chase headcanons (I am not aspec so please share your thoughts, especially if you are aspec)

• In high school kissing was fun, especially if it was with a guy she actually genuinely liked, but she never felt that uncontrollable desire or tingling or whatever else all of her friends always talked about

• She’d get the ick when guys would try to get handsy during a makeout. But again, if it was a guy she genuinely liked then she’d be able to put up with it

• Not long after she and Xander broke up, Cordy starts thinking that maybe the issue is that she’s into women, leading to an ill advised makeout session with Faith (they reminded each other of Buffy) outside of the Bronze. Once again it was fun, but no sparks

• Cordy wasn’t sure if the lack of sparkage was due to her or if Faith just didn’t know how to kiss girls so she decided to very healthily repress

• After moving to LA Cordy figures the issue is probably that she never went far enough so she tries sleeping with a few different people (including a very experienced lesbian, just to cover all of her bases) but she really only liked one of these people enough for the experience to be fun at all. Everyone else was just boring and awkward

• It’s around this time that she figured out that she just wasn’t really into sex

• She never really realized how isolated she felt throughout all of this until 2008 when she first heard the term “asexual” and she realized that she isn’t the only person in the world who is like this (even Angel, who can’t have sex, still wants sex and he’s never been able to fully understand how she could be fulfilled in their relationship without the sexual aspects).

• Since then she’s built up quite a community around her of aspec people who just get it and celebrates Pride every year

[lovelylogans]

hello wyliwf followers i have a question. i had the thought recently of going back and just line editing my work for grammar, so this occurred to me.

[piripiip]

I never drew hellpark pip so i drew him :p

(Chat you can tell i’ve been listening to reverse ideology by just looking at this)

[tastycitrus]

2nd OGs stage 40 in a nutshell

Kusuha after watching people be brutally murdered and her boyfriend get eaten alive by his tiger robot right before her eyes: *screaming in agony* *meanwhile* Ryusei, Aya, Mai, Ryoto, Rio, Tasuku, Leona, Yuuki, and Carla: Huh, why do I sense that Kusuha is in immense pain right now? All of them, promptly remembering that Kusuha had a creepy stalker creeping on her only two stages ago: OH FUCK WE GOTTA GO HELP KUSUHA RIGHT NOW!!

[gojoest]

not to be tmi about it, but once upon a time life presented me the opportunity to have a fiery romance with my favorite journalist with whom i have a 25 yr age gap and who is a dilf

[psychopomp-namine]

thinking out loud for fic writing purposes. this is not about canon. or maybe it is? idk. but this is mainly for fic, so I'm more hand-waivy with the canonicity of details.

so how does diving and the 12 hour rule work? if lu guang stays past 12 hours, he permanently lives in that body and can't dive anymore. that's the current assumption, right?

okay so now. hypothetically, let's say there are three timelines: A, B, C. let's say lu guang dives from timeline A -> B then from B -> C. let's assume that he hops between parallel/multiple timelines and doesn't loop within the same timeline.

can I safely assume that as long as the 12h isn't up, he's free to hop in any timeline within those 12h, without requiring a death transfer of abilities? e.g. is it possible to dive within a dive? recursive diving? diveception?

if you dive into someone's body, do you have access to their ability? I think cheng xiaoshi technically "experienced" the twins' abilities but didn't know what was going on at the time, and didn't "use" it himself. if you know how to use the ability though, could you use it for yourself? so for example, if lu guang, who knows how to dive because of the death transfer and has dived before, possessed cheng xiaoshi, could he use cheng xiaoshi's dive abilities and dive as cheng xiaoshi? my head is spinning just thinking this

let's say lu guang goes from B -> C. 12h pass so he's stuck there, but cheng xiaoshi dies and transfers the ability so lu guang can dive again. if he goes to the first 12h of his dive in timeline B, and then tries to "exit" the dive by clapping out, which timeline would he end up in? A or C? that is, I guess the question is which "version" of him does the dive ability respond to...? his body in timeline B, which was diving from timeline A? or the lu guang who's diving from timeline C? when you dive, your body disappears, so...

when lu guang hops between timelines, does he erase ("overwrite") the lu guang that's local to the timeline he hops into after 12h? does the lu guang of that timeline "die" or does he "merge" with the lu guang of the other timeline? is there a meaningful difference? the only difference would be in memories, I suppose, but memories shape identity...

the last two aren't really questions, but just some concepts I've been thinking about. again, this is for fic purposes, so this isn't any statement about canon or anything.

the concept of photographs as a snapshot of spacetime. but in particular, if parallel timelines exist (which liu xiao believes to be true), then are photographs considered like connecting points between timelines? if you in timeline A took a picture of the sunset while you're in the basketball court during university, and the you in timeline B did the same during highschool, and the circumstances between those two nodes are similar (same people are in the court, same time and place). would those two pictures act like portals to each other's timelines?

the purpose of the high five as an anchor to the current timeline, so the diver can enter and exit within their home timeline instead of hopping in parallel ones. this is not necessarily true in canon, as we see cheng xiaoshi clap himself into surveillance footage all the time and not worry about parallel timelines. but again, this is for fic, so it's (hand waves) whatever. or maybe... the camera itself serves as an anchor? hmmmmm

[r0semultiverse]

PREDICTIONS FOR HSBC UPD8: Tonight we’ll get...

Commander Karkat dies

Tavros Crocker held hostage by the brig boys much to the horror of Jake

Gamzee’s heart was jumpstarted by the lollipop juju or something else and he’s running wild beyond the grave or in trickster mode as a sort of troll zombie.

Meenah’s ring of life gets stolen RIP

Ultimate Dirk is doing something with his homebrew SBURB game and/or Arquiusprite is there helping Dirk prep for the game.

Jade gets told that Rose and/or Tavros are gone and it breaks her concentration on keeping the force field up (and that’s the cliffhanger we get for the first update of this month)

Dave and Aradia doing more time powers training and Jade is there (or they all smoke weed or something)

We get some dialogue with Kanaya (on the green space ship) talking to Roxy about Rose going off with Dirk.

Alt Calliope tries to once again posses Jade

Aradia tells Sollux its time to GTFO of there and he’s surprised she’s back, asks for 5 more minutes and she asks what game he’s playing and they catch up.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

it's just like. I would follow you into everything I don't understand. I would trust you when I can't trust anyone. I would be my best self for you. I would die for you.

[alphacrone]

my villain origin story is that my tenth grade english teacher misunderstood the ending of 1984 and argued with me over it in front of the entire class and would not even consider that i was right (i was)

[neallo]

deathnote characters and hobbies i feel like they would eventually develop, except it's only the characters i already have thoughts about

NEAR

on a monthly basis he'll start reading into some random fucking hobby and be knee-deep in forum posts from 15 years ago. 90% of the time he never speaks of the fixation of the month aloud, but sometimes something will come up years after the fact, and he'll have on-hand some fully thought-out take that no one is expecting because like. near why do you have opinions about 15th century blacksmithing practices. what the fuck

gets into birding in his early 30s

he never really learns how to cook for real because there's literally nooooo reason he would need to. however he does learn how to use a zojirushi rice cooker, and also learns one (1) slow-cooker oatmeal recipe. he proceeds to bring that oatmeal to literally every SPK holiday gathering from ages 25 (<- year he learns and perfects The Oatmeal Recipe) to age 41 (<- year he learns a Soup Recipe)

can actually withstand a decent number of rich foods but has a fairly low tolerance for spicy food and often eats vegetable-heavy dishes just because he, like, really enjoys vegetables

wait this has strayed from the hobby criteria. and i also don't have the willpower to finish this. post cancelled but send tweet nonetheless

[fruitybashir]

holidate ch10 spoilers without context 😌✨️

[fandoms-bandoms-andmentalissues]

Top ten objectively worst ships ever:

1. none! Shipping is an activity done for fun, no ship can ever be objectively ‘bad’, there can only ever be ones you like or don’t like depending on personal taste, trying to force people to dislike (*OR LIKE*) a certain ship is rude and just generally a bad choice, even worse if you insult people for liking one ship or another

2. Jimmy and Joel.

[johnny-but-emo]

Put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (or people or whatever you want 💖)

Hi vio!!!!!!!!

hi peapods :D

some songs I listen to are Malmo by Mook, Icicles by The Scary Jokes, Take Your Shirt Off by Millionaires, Poor Grammar by Roar, and Bloody Bose by Jack Conte :3

[fire-on-fuel]

I will never be able to make myself feel bad for syril mostly because the fact he never noticed he was being manipulated is completely due to the fact that he assumed the empire (the isb mind you) was a useful force for order. you think the isb is looking for outside agitators?? mr already-witnessed-a-civilian-massacre-and-dating-an-isb-supervisor?? he never had to believe the empire was good, just that they wouldn't treat him as disposable. it's all ego

[gwenlena]

im rereading my autism diagnosis to fill out this form and some of it is SO funny one of the school observations says that i didnt talk to anyone at all but i laughed at someone at my table when he said he was gay like NO THATS MY BEST FRIEND IM NOT COMPLETELY SOCIALLY CUT OFF APART FROM WHEN I DECIDE TO BE HOMOPHOBIC LMAO?????