#* out of fishfood

[femmefeedist]

ok but... chubby mermaid? ✨✨✨

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[alixandrite]

hello fellow loboto lovers did you know that today is maid day? 🧠🦷

[19871997]

i would LOVE recs please and thank you 🫶🏽

OKAY ! so. these to me are like 2997 required reading:

cover to cover and unbound by lighthousetowers (M, 24k) this is like The connorleon fic to me getting together whole figuring out who they are as players and people and to the oilers and to the nhl as a whole and how they built their legacy and write their story and how they’ll fit in to other legacies and stories it is spectacularly written the themes are so consistent and connor and leon’s voices and actions are so freaking realistic like even if you dgaf abt them u should read this and then gaf about them

he’s no jacob from the bible (but damn he made me pray) by softnoirr (M, 8.5k) easily the most devastating and crushing fic ive maybe ever read, definitely at least in the connorleon tag, postcareer and intimately exploring the effects of career ending head injuries and how to love one another when one of u barely remembers half the hours of the day. one of the tags is ‘connor mcdavid isnt a robot but probably wishes he was’ and i think that succinctly summarises the fic. one of those ones u read once and think about forever

a brief, unauthorised guide to tending an exit wound by stridents (no rating, 10k) getting back together fic of my personal dreams quite frankly. just a very very good concept delivered in an excellent manner with perfect execution every action they take feels incredibly in character. something something sometimes it isnt about how u get there but thr fact that you did get there in the end

take me back to the places i feel loved in by fishfoods (T, two works 1.6k total) THE. married connorleon series by my ride or die @bboes about loving and being loved so so freaking soft and fluffy and so quintessentially connorleon in that they love eachother above and beyond quite possibly everything else

bones in the foundation by cuprun (M, 8.6k) directly taken from the tags: this is NOT about wanting to escape the oilers, this is about how you can feel trapped somewhere even if its somewhere you don’t want to leave. sososo good gives u exactly what you come for really conveys connor and leon’s whole ‘best players in the world don’t want to win anywhere else but everything else is making it damn hard’ thing

be the one to set me free by notthequiettype (E, 31k) getting togetehr and learning about eachother and eachother’s bodies cannot recommend it enough also one of THE connorleon fics to me the way connor is written genuinely hits like a freaking line every single time and the way he interacts w leon and others is soooooo. oughhhhh

not strictly connorleon but something about us by lemonfractals (E, 19k) is connor/leon/dylan holloway but also the way connor and leon are in this like that is Them through and through truly truly such an incredible fic and made me a dholloway frontliner

goes without sayibg really but the rest of the fics by these authors are also an always recommend so i heartily suggest u check them out too!!!

[hadesisqueer]

“Well I'm all out of fishfood” I forgot that Regina always had the best lines in this show. Her and Zelena

[ao3feed-arthureames]

are you wishing hard on every shooting star

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/KXLeEdT

by fishfoods

Arthur wakes to a banging at his front door, from where he's nestled on the couch. There's a gun on the table, and he grabs it on his way to the door, peering out at the dark night.

Words: 930, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Inception (2010)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Arthur (Inception), Eames (Inception)

Relationships: Arthur/Eames (Inception)

Additional Tags: Reconciliation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Breaking Up & Making Up, Making Up, Rain

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/KXLeEdT

[basslinegrave]

havent eaten a good meal in at least a week and now i dont really have anything quick i dont wanna cook and craving something sweet so i went for the biscuits and applesauce combo but thats not sweet enough so i tried out how cocoa mix tastes with the sauce and its literally like fishfood smells

kinda nostalgic, brought me back to when i was a little kid and dad would take me to his work during summer break or whatever and one of the things i did was walk behind the counter to the front of the storage room that had those cool fish lures on the wall and past that it was just fishfood like lure powder you mix with water then throw into the water for carps and it has that very specific kinda sweet smell that just stuck in my brain cause i would just stand there petting the fuzzy lures

[congee4lunch]

i just really have to know if the glove scene while doing the dishes in chapter 5 of solemn prayer, poppy in my hair is a reference to blue fishfood on twitter/tiktok also i LOVE you fics, especially this one like i'm actually serious when i tell you that i have read every chapter at least 3 times by now

but ANYWAYS have a nice day and thank you!! <3

im glad u like my fics u r too kind <3 and yes it kinda is. i have a bit of a Thing for gloves and i saw their art and i almost passed out (Real). thanks for reading <33

[impernaway]

5+6. the tentacle beast / the monster's hide

The walkways are with rain again, the drizzle reducing the limited visibility yet further as twilight slowly encroaches. Even before the sunset, the world out here had been hazy. Not that there'd really been anything to look at: There's nothing out here but the still ocean stretching out in every direction around the floating research platform.

Officially, the station Rhys is manning alone is Seapoint Piscium Delta. He likes to call her Fishfood Four instead. He's made it to week nine of a six month placement - by the end of week one, he'd already understood why they'd been reluctant to schedule him for even that much on his first posting. Sure, he gets to video call the team whenever he wants, but at the end of the night when they all go home? He's still out here in his flotel.

On the other hand, the pay is really good. If he can stick it out without losing his mind, he's looking at a hefty sum at the end. And he doesn't have to pay rent out here either. Plus he doesn't have to deal with the fallout of how things went with Jess. So like, that's a perk!

He checks the door for the lab is firmly shut, rattling the large door-locking circle on the bulkhead door to make sure it's fully in place. It's his last wind-down task before retreating back to his room again. The whole place is pretty much fully automated, but the doors aren't part of that. It's what he's there for. Somebody has to oversee everything just in case it goes wrong, you know? Plus doing the actual analysis on what the sensors feed back.

Last stop is the drone room. The repair and maintenance room takes up nearly as much space as the lab does, but it's also pulling double duty as the power room so it kind of makes sense. Not like the drones themselves need all this room. All they do is just slowly rise and sink through the ocean, sending regular little updates to tell them about the ocean. Things like how temperature it is, what the pH level and salinity is like, what's going on with the currents, the odd sample from the sea bed if the pre-programmed route takes them down that far - all the things that help them work out what's been going on out here lately. He pauses as he tests the door. It's not resisting as much as it should.

He pushes the hatch open anyway, stepping through into the dark room. The lights are off, which is how it should be, but he didn't - It's not like him to shut everything down but forget something like the door lock.

....Fuck it. It's not like anybody else will know if he doesn't say anything, right? And he caught it. No harm, no foul. That's what the double-check is for. He seals the hatch, twisting the ring around firmly and listening to the bolts all sliding home. He can investigate the door lock tomorrow when he's officially clocked in again.

Rhys carries on along his way, wiping the rain off his face before he shimmies up the ladder that takes him back to his living quarters. He makes a point of wiping his feet off at the welcome mat he asked for. There's enough ocean around here already without him bringing it in here with him as well. His nose wrinkles as he shucks the lab coat and drops it off on it's hook, hand reaching for the pull-cord for the light.

"God," he says, "It reeks in here. Did I leave a window open or something? Come on Rhys. Get it the fuck together, mate."

The delivery of fresh food isn't coming for another week, so it's another night of deciding between mash potato from a powder mix or tinned soup. He finally finds the pull-cord, blinking at the bright sudden light. Something is making the back of his neck prickle like he's being watched. The smell is, somehow, even worse now. His eye darts around the room to try and figure it out-

His eyes land on the table crammed into the kitchen, a can of diet pepsi knocked over on it from where he'd left it there that morning. The dark brown carbonation is still fizzing gently even as it drips down onto the linoleum flooring.

There's been no wind today. Barely any tides. Fishfood's been stable all day. Something primal in his brain screams at him, and it drives Rhys to slowly turn around. He's the only one here, but he's not. He's really, really not.

The wall moves.

He screams as he throws himself back, legs failing to catch or support him as his eyes move up and up and up. Up along the tentacle that is rapidly changing colour to stop mimicing the white of his walls, up along the torso of the thing clinging to the ceiling, up and into the large yellow eyes of something that is baring teeth at him. He scrambles across the floor before instinct kicks in and has him roll over to push himself up and back onto his feet and away away AWAY from the fucking octopus monster that is dropping down and coming after him.

Somehow, he makes it to the bedroom door first and slams it shut behind him, leaning against it as something on the other side roars. Fumbling hands shove the lock bolt into place as it begins hammering on the door.

"Oh my god," he chokes, legs going weak again. "Oh my god."

It - did it have claws? He doesn't think so. The hammering on the wood tapers off, and he wheezes in fear as his heart keeps up the rhythm. Wide eyes tear across the room as Rhys looks for something - anything, God, please - that isn't nailed to the floor or the wall to make sure it can't get capsised overnight. Nothing. Nothing to barracade with. Behind him, the doorknob rattles but the lock holds. He holds his breath until it stops again. The window is too small and can't open more than an inch, and this is the only door. There has to be something. Some way out. Surely there must be-

Something brushes his ankle and he jumps out of his skin as he pushes off from the door and falls a second time. He looks down at the tentacle slowly pushing its way through the gap at the bottom of the door. It - it's too small. It can't figure out the door, and now it must be trying to see if it can get under. It's too big though, surely. Surely.

Rhys watches, frozen in place as the tentacle pushes through further and further, the strange muscle twisting and unfurling as it works its way through the gap. It takes all his effort to scoot back further until his back is up against the side of the bed, legs tucked as close as they can be to his body. The tentacle continues to feel around blindly for him, and he watches. Maybe he can just - just wait it out. Wait for it to decide he isn't worth the effort.

He whimpers as the tentacle instead starts to slowly feel its way up the door.

"No," he says, his fingers going numb as he watches. "Fucking no, please, stop it."

Everything is silent. He cannot move. There is no escape. He can only watch. The tentacle keeps going, impossibly still coming. He watches as it reaches up. Slowly, almost tauntingly, it reaches the slide lock where it sits, just below the handle, and pulls it out of the way before dropping to the floor.

The door swings open, revealing the large hand pushing it and the larger yet figure behind it, a man down to the waist and then all octopus limbs below that, and Rhys once again finds his eyes dragged unstoppably upwards towards its face. The light in the living room backlights it, enough that he just about see it. It's smirking at him, mocking and cruel, and it slowly ducks its head as it pushes its way into the corner he's trapped himself in.

It's just Rhys, the ocean, and the monster pushing the door shut behind it again.

[greensupremetangerine]

Be George Halbard, a man with 4 cats and a rat and takes two out on walks every night. You're the manager at your local pet store too and you dont like fish but everyone in town loves fish so you have to have so much fishfood in stock and so many fish because fish die and they want more fish, all the time. You had a fish as a kid and loved it, but no more

i think kids online should really get back to making internetsonas instead of whatever fuckshit this is with putting their entire real faces, names, ages, and such everywhere. you're not gonna realize how nice internet privacy is until you dont have it anymore and no chance at getting it back. make up a guy and a name and just be that online. make up conflicting details about your completely made up backstory. make a fursona or something

[demonicbirbsstuff]

Micro Story: FishFood

Young night shift cashier has a slow shift as usual. He takes a smoke break and spends it looking inside the other stores, but mainly at the neon lights surrounding him in general.

After appreciating it he goes back to his cigarette, a habit he picked up from his dad before he left and he had to move. Out of the corner of his eye he nearly missed a homeless man walking out of an alley and onto the sidewalk across the street...with a school of fish surrounding him.

The older gentlemen sees him, his eyes glowing a luminescent teal and approaches him. The young man isn't afraid, used to having to deal with older customers of all sorts. The gentleman shambles up to him and says... do you sell fish food?

The young man says technically his convenience store doesn't, but his is connected with the pet store via a dry storage room. The young man goes to grab it, tells the gentleman to not worry about the price and he'll take care of it. The gentleman smiles and tells him he's very kind and gives him a necklace with a coin pendant. The fish flutter around and try to nibble at his hair and he suddenly remembers his cigarette and stubs it out so they don't get curious and nibble on it.

And so begins this young man's friendship with the Greek god Poseidon.

[the-amazing-digital-aquarium]

*Calamity BEAMS*

You are absolutely welcome, Manna!

*Calamity gives Casper a quick kiss on the cheek, before walking out*

I gotta go grab my stuff. I'm MOVING IN!!!!

LOVE YOU, FISHFOOD!!!

-- @agent-of-calamity

”!! Oh! Ok! Bye, I love you too!”

[onedoors]

Can they give bonedos something to do leehan is out there having fishfood

[doxiedreg]

Was feeling fairly happy today (because finally a sunny weather day) but then I made the mistake of trying to draw something since I was feeling so good and I ended up very frustrated for hours. This is why I can't force art if my body refuses. It will cause my mood to tank as nothing turns out right. Managed to make two decent sketches of 2 new OCs I got but still feel kind of crappy because of all the time I lost getting frustrated. Also kinda did not eat dinner until now (almost 10:30 pm) so that also doesn't help.

I hope I didn't knock down my progress too far, hopefully taking a shower and doing the laundry tomorrow will fix it, maybe I'll try to clean the house a bit..it's hard finding energy and motivation to do things.

On the plus side, I did a big water change of my fish tank, saw lil fry again so at least one is alive. The corys also went crazy after chasing eachother which I'm pretty sure is breeding behaviour so they must have liked it. Mama lemon is still hiding a lot, Calico is quite active and looks healthy but still also hides a lot and orange is the only one who hangs out regularly in the front and I've also seen her pass normal poops. She does still look quite fat tho but I don't think it's worms since again she is active, passes normal poop and enthousiastically eats her fishfood. So maybe just fat? Don't think she is pregnant either because she doesn't have a gravid spot

I love my aquarium but I swear you really need to put on your detective cap sometimes to figure out wth is wrong when the fish are acting weird

Shrimp and snails are still vibing just fine. The general cure I had in there for 5 days was supposedly bad for snails but from what I could see they didn't give a frick

So yeah that's my life update of today. Still shimmying between okay and not okay

[ao3feed-arthureames]

are you wishing hard on every shooting star

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/16PmOAc

by fishfoods

Arthur wakes to a banging at his front door, from where he's nestled on the couch. There's a gun on the table, and he grabs it on his way to the door, peering out at the dark night.

Words: 930, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Inception (2010)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Arthur (Inception), Eames (Inception)

Relationships: Arthur/Eames (Inception)

Additional Tags: Reconciliation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Breaking Up & Making Up, Making Up, Rain

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/16PmOAc

[allgremlinart]

Any angsty recommendations of superbat fanfic that crushed you so bad, that you had to check if you were still breathing? Hahahah thanks 🙏✨️

not sure if these actually suit your request because any and all angst I read usually has a happy ending or hurt/comfort in it lol :"3

but enjoy these angsty (tho not exactly soul wrenching) fics I've collected :3c

Perhaps Hopeless Isn't a Place by ShowMeAHero

Clark is stupid, self-sacrificing, selfish, selfless. He flies a kryptonite bomb into space like it doesn't mean anything, without a second thought. Bruce wants to give him a piece of his mind, wants to pull him out of the sky, wants to do something, anything, except he can't. He can't do shit except watch.

Heart Filled With Smoke by Catchclaw

“God, Bruce.” Kent’s eyes were wide suddenly and goddamn sad. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you they love you before?”

a smile from you that i can barely believe by fishfoods

Clark is used to hiding. It's one of the overarching motifs of his life, having to hide one part of his identity, no matter who he is. Clark Kent or Superman, he has to choose. In comparison, this doesn't even rate. But it still hurts, sometimes, a distant ache in his throat, to see Bruce flirt with someone else, even if he doesn't mean a word.

World's Finest: Giving Thanks by WingFeathers

Bruce quietly breaks down in the Kents' bathroom in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner, and Clark comes to talk.

Leaving Love by JustAJellyfish, nabawrites

Clark is done living like this, so he decides to leave the planet. Bruce shows up on his last night in Metropolis to try and convince him to stay.

What We Don't Say Hurts Us by Batsymomma11

“Love you too,” Bruce murmured the words, hung up the phone, then laid back into the cool embrace of the sheets numbly. His heart was slamming into his ribs, pressing hard on his lungs, making it difficult to breathe.  Clark had lied to him. Clark was lying to him.  Clark never lied to him.

[snail-care]

Hello, I have two immaculate snails (a good Palm size) and they have started to get a more crusty looking shell, what is a good diet for snails and amount? they have cuttlebone and I feed them mushrooms, kale, potato, sweet potato, sometimes fishfood, carrots- But I am obiously doing something wrong here? do you have a pattern of food that works for you??

AND!!! Is it good to give your slimey friends baths?

AND can you give them wet cat food? (some kind of canned chicken something) if there isn't salt in it?

Hi hi! thanks for the ask!

Your diet is excellent. I generally just feed my snails what theyll eat, they won't really overeat. Once they've finished a piece of food, or just have like the skin of a sweet potato or something left, I add more food, and that works. A snails shell is somewhat like your fingernails, in that the hard surface is already dead tissue. the little guy in the picture appears to have had some shell weakening which has caused a crack along the seam connecting the whorls together. My best guess is that it's something in his environment. What substrate is he on? if the substrate becomes acidic it can eat away at the shell. there are soil pH test kits around, I'm unsure how to use them but it may be something you could look into. I'll ask the snomies (snail homies) about it though!

Also if they're older their shell could just be weakening naturally with age. this isn't really a problem, it will keep itself together until they pass naturally.

As for baths, it doesn't rly matter. I like to give mine a quick bath and gentle scrub with a soft toothbrush to clear out dirt from little crevices in their shells every now and then, but it's not necessary. Just don't leave them in a little pool of water, it's unlikely but they can drown.

Yes, you can give them wet cat food, but you need to look at the ingredients real carefully. I give mine a fancy organic whole meat cat food because that's what I already use for my own cats. If you're gonna give them cat food, you'll need to splash out on some of the fancy stuff because the majority of cheaper foods will have low quality fillers (grains, rice, carb type things that can expand in the snails gut and cause blockages) and salt. Read the ingredients carefully, and make sure it's JUST meat/veggies/fish (and usually added taurine, amino acids and minerals) bc pet food companies will often hide shitty filler ingredients behind somewhat misleading terms like "emulsifier, flavour enhancer, starch base, thickening agent" and things like that.

here's an example of an ingredients list I'd happily feed to snails

thank you for the ask!!! good luck <3