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Top 10 Anime Fall 2024 Week 5

Sorry for the absence guys. It's been a week to say the least. Will be up to date again this week. Negative Positive Angler enters Top 10!

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Fall 2024 First Impressions Digest Part 1

I've been streaming a lot more often on my YouTube channel (which you should go subscribe to and watch and like all my vods and leave comments I won't read) so I don't have the time or energy to watch everything this season, so here's my one-to-two sentence impressions of the stuff I did watch.

Tying the Knot With An Amagami Sister: I dropped this one about 10 minutes in. It was boring.

Acro Trip: it's like if Gushing Over Magical Girls was a bit more genteel in its horniness. It's very cute and funny. Definitely recommend checking it out, especially if you like magical girl stuff.

'i learned all about it playing critically acclaimed mmorpg final fantasy xiv'

Uzumaki: It's about as good a Junji Ito adaptation as we're ever likely to get, which sounds like damning with faint praise but I did enjoy it.

How I Attended An All-Guys Mixer: Fellas, is it gay to think a drag king is hot? In any case, the title is a lie: it wasn't an all guys mixer; it was 3 guys and 3 women in drag whom we are meant to presume are cis but I'm pretty sure Suoh at least is a trans guy, since he presumably arranged the thing so his 'oh we didn't have time to change after work' excuse doesn't fly. Either way, it's a pretty cute show but doesn't seem to be licensed for streaming by any Official Sources it's on Hulu.

KINOKOINU: Why is the anime about the fucking pink mushroom that turns into a goddamn bipedal dog that sets shit on fire so fucking dour? If you want to watch an anime about a depressed, orphaned author in his 20's who lives in a Japanese-style house and has a nosy blond editor, whose life and mental health start to improve after meeting a cute critter, just watch My Roommate Is A Cat instead.

they played this moment 100% seriously. how the fuck do you play a moment like this 100% seriously

NegiPosi Angler: This anime starts with an suicide attempt and ends with the protagonist's home being destroyed and it's still a hell of a lot more fun and lighthearted than goddamn KINOKOINU.

DANDADAN: I'm already familiar with this one since I've been getting caught up on the manga. You probably don't need me to tell you it's good, though, since it's the most hyped anime this season.

365 Days to the Wedding: I read this manga while it was running because it's by the same guy as The World God Only Knows, which is one of my favorite manga of all time. It's a cute little romance between two very autistic people, both of whom are working adults and not teenagers. I like Dandadan but this was my most hyped anime this season. Check it out.

[inversefireman]

I think the prospector should have canine teeth

[comic-bastards]

Let's Anime 236 - Fall 2024 Wrap Up - Snake Back Door It

By Dustin Cabeal and Lindsay Mallard

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Welcome, welcome! It's our fall anime wrap up episode. Which means you're in for a long episode! We cover a lot of shows and I will be honest... we're crazy in this one. I really hope everyone finds the part the title is taken from.

At any rate, here's what shows we covered: 365 Days to the Wedding, Dan Da Dan, Demon Lord 2099, Tohai Frozen Mahjong Tiles: Unground Mahjong Battle Record, Goodbye Dragon Life, The Healer Who Was Banished from His Party Is In Fact The Strongest, Let This Grieving Soul Retire, Loner Life in Another World, The Most Notorious "Talker" Runs the World's Greatest Clan, Negative Positive Angler, Ranma 1/2, Blue Exorcist, Tying the Knot with an Amagami Sister, Yakuza Fiancé, Arifureta: From Commonplace to World's Strongest and Rurouni Kenshin!

[ficcywritty]

Ya'll, I haven't written fanfiction in like... seven years. Please excuse my lack of practice lol. 18+, I don't want to control what you do, but please read at your own discretion.

Pairing: Sebastian x female anatomy reader

Synopsis: You have human needs that will be seen to.

Warnings: Smut, size difference (?), breeding, choking

Divider by attxnt on Tumblr

It's been a couple months since you were abducted by Urbanshade, and being here has been wearing on you. You've been dying over and over, an endless plight that felt as though it'd go on for an eternity and after. There was never a point in time where you had a chance to properly take care of yourself, except for the daily showers they'd allow.

Hygiene, however, was the furthest thing from your mind at the moment. You are in a mood and one that was hard to tend to whilst you are being observed 24/7. Being horny wasn't something that you'd expect while you were in such a situation, but here you are, a hopeless and helpless mess.

Begrudgingly, you head over to the submarines, trying to set your physical demands aside.

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"Damn it all..." You dust off your shoulders after crawling through a vent to get to the other side of the room. You'd otherwise just walk through, of course, but this room was blocked off by a boulder. You were at room 49, about to enter room 50.

The door hissed open, and upon walking through the threshold, a vent cover flies across the room and hits a wall. "Psst, over here!"

Sebastian. Always a pleasant surprise whenever you two crossed paths. He was the closest thing you had to a friend down here.

You hear a distant screaming, and immediately crouch and crawl through the vent.

Once your body is completely moved into the room, you look up as Sebastian's esca flashes on, and his grinning face comes into view. "Well, hello there friend." The last word had a hint of sarcasm to it. You smile up to him, honestly relieved to see a familiar face, and for some sanctuary. You hear one of the angler varieties pass by, making the floor shake.

"Eugh, I hate how loud those bastards can be." Sebastian presses his upper two hands to his ears, or rather, where his ears would be, as a scowl came to his face. You laugh a little, finding it somewhat amusing that he isn't used to their noises yet like you are.

"I'm surprised you aren't used to them yet." You feel a throb in your groin, and stiffen. He lowers his hands, and looks at you "What did you say?" His face still scrunched up as he spoke, evidence of his confusion.

"Oh, well... I'm just surprised you aren't used to their screams, is all" God not now. Why of all times do your desires have to surface now? "Yeah, well, you'd think by now you'd have gotten the crystal." The corners of his lips tug upwards into a smug smirk.

Then suddenly, he froze, an eyebrow ever so slightly hitching as his gaze trailed off to a wall behind you. "... Do you smell that?" He starts sniffing the air, and glances back at you, before quickly looking away.

"Smell what?" You turn to look at the wall and walk over to it, sniffing to pick anything up, but you smell nothing. You swallow, a sinking feeling in your stomach settles in as you remember he's part shrimp. Shrimp can smell pheromones, can't they...?

You quickly turn back around, and see Sebastian has his eyes locked in on you. "W-... What...?" You tense up again, convinced he's about to scream at you to get out for being so "disgusting"... But he doesn't. Instead, without a word he lowers his torso, and slithers towards you, the look in his eyes suddenly turning predatory.

"What?" Your voice raises this time with faux confidence, desperate for an explanation. "What is it? Why are you looking at me like that...?" You feel a knot build up in your throat and try swallowing it but to no avail.

"You smell." he says, and instantly your stomach twists.

"Y-yeah...? Like what?" You attempt to straighten your shoulders as a show of defiance, but again, to no avail. It didn't seem to put him off at all.

His lips tense as he smirks at you "You smell... " he was now directly in front of you, steadily holding your gaze. A cool sensation runs along your neck, and you flinch before realizing it's his hand, "like you're horny."

Speechless, you stare at him, tense, and yet longing for whatever he has planned. He tilts his head, and leans into your neck, but before touching you, he speaks. " May I?"

You nod and shut your eyes tight. You feel cool lips on your neck, kissing a trail up your jaw, before finally making it to your ear, which he nibbles on before whispering, "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

Your lips tighten into a straight line, nervous and, despite all reason eager for whatever he wants to do to you. He's much larger than you, surely there's no way he'd be able to fit inside of you, anywhere... But you suppose it was worth a shot. You needed this release.

He unzips your top, where underneath, you were wearing an old sports bra, provided by Urbanshade. His hands slid underneath the fabric, and he began to tease your nipples, rolling them gently between his two fingers while he continued to kiss your neck. Your voice betrays you, and you let out breathy whimper after breathy whimper.

"You like that...?" He breathes heavily onto your shoulder, and suddenly, a two pronged tongue slips along your collar bone. Unused to being touched, your back arches ever so slightly and you gasp at the feeling.

You want to tell him to slow down, but it felt good to be touched. You felt a heat build up in your core, and before long, you start reciprocating. Shakily, you wrap your arms around his neck, slowly melting into his touch.

He looks up to you, that same smug smirk still planted on his face, before he leans in and kisses you. You hum softly, shutting your eyes, your hands now running through his hair, as you start becoming more desperate for him. You feel something poke at you from his body, and already knowing what it is, you slide one hand down to touch it. Your hand slowly wraps around his girth, before you gently stroke him. You couldn't help but notice that your middle finger and thumb barely touched when your hand wrapped around him, and from the strokes, you could tell he was, what... Seven, eight inches...?

He groans into the kiss, his hands slipping down to your waist, and squeezing lovingly. Then, he made his way to your pants, where he begins to unbutton and unzip them to let them fall to the ground. You step out of them, and with your foot, push them aside.

He pulls away from the kiss, and grabs your face. He's panting slightly as he says, "I want you to tell me what you want." Eyes blurry with lust, and desperate for him, you speak. "Please... Sebastian, I need you to fuck me."

He grins down at you and lowers himself so he can reach your thighs to lift you off the ground "Good job darling." He clumsily sets his tip at your entrance with his third hand, and at an achingly slow pace, lowers you down onto him. "I'll give you what you need..." Your lips press together, enjoying how he stretched you open, and how deep he was going.

You already felt ecstatic. You've never been this desperate to cum. Your hips try to move, but in the position you're in, it's quite difficult to. "Oh don't you worry, I'll take care of this part." He thrusts up into you, and you gasp.

Fuck that felt good... You were relieved that this was only the beginning.

He continues to push in and out of you, reaching your cervix with each thrust. Your gasps and whimpers turn into breathy moans, your hands now placed on his chest. His third arm reaches up, caressing your face before he tenderly wraps his hand around your neck. He starts pressing down, and initially, you panic.

He's so much bigger than you, he could kill you right there and then, but as he pressed down, the idea of being taken over by him turned you on. More so than you already were...

You couldn't breathe, but you felt a familiar warmth build at your core, and you could tell you were close. He released his hand, and you gasped, thankful for the air. You felt yourself coming right up to the edge, but suddenly he stopped.

"No, not just yet love... We're gonna keep going until you're begging."

"Please..." You look at him, eyes pleading. "Please let me cum." He chuckles. "Naaah, I need you much more desperate than that." He slowly pulls out of you, his length slicked with your juices and his precum.

"Go over to the table and bend over... And take the jacket and bra off." You nod, and shakily step over to the table. You hear shuffling behind you while you remove your clothing. You turn to see what the noise is, and you see him bare chested. He had some scarring, but for whatever reason, that made him more attractive to you.

He glances at you. "Like what you see?" You quickly look away, embarrassed that he caught you ogling. You bend over the table before you hear sliding behind you. You feel him come up between your thighs with his hands to spread your legs open, and he readjusts himself at your entrance. He pushes back into you at the same achingly slow pace as the first time.

He reaches around your waist, hand tending to your swollen clit while he begins to move.

"This time, darling, you can cum" he cooed. "Buuut, you have to ask permission first." You nod again, excited to finally ride that high you haven't been on for months.

You feel him push in and out of you, feeling like he's all the way up in your guts... In a good way. Your legs begin to shake, and you hear his breath become ragged. His thrusts become more impatient, his eagerness thrilling your core.

"Please... Please can I cum?" You pant, nearing that sweet edge once again. "Of course." He began to kiss your back, rutting into you, nearing his own edge as well. "Cum for me." He whispers into your ear, and you feel that tension in your core release. Your legs struggle to keep you upright, as your walls throb around his length.

You feel him swell inside of you before he finally releases into you. The unfamiliar, yet not so unpleasant feeling of him filling you up makes your vision blur again.

He slowly pulls out of you and grabs your face again to kiss you. When he pulls away, you can see that his eyes are also full of lust. Instead of a smirk, he smiles at you, making your head spin with whiplash. Since when could he smile like that...?

"Now", he says in a tender voice you've yet to hear him use, " get dressed, before they get too suspicious."

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25 Fall 2024 Anime I'll Be Posting

2.5-jigen no Ririsa (2.5 Dimensional Seduction)

Acro Trip

Amagami-san Chi no Enmusubi (Tying the Knot with an Amagami Sister)

Ao no Exorcist: Yuki no Hate-hen (Blue Exorcist: Beyond the Snow Saga)

Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou Season 3 (Arifureta: From Commonplace to World's Strongest Season 3)

Dungeon ni Deai wo Motomeru no wa Machigatteiru Darou ka V: Houjou no Megami-hen (Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? V)

Hitoribocchi no Isekai Kouryaku (Loner Life in Another World)

Kabushikigaisha Magi-Lumière (Magilumiere Magical Girls Inc.)

Kekkon suru tte, Hontou desu ka (365 Days to the Wedding)

Kimi wa Meido-sama. (You Are Ms. Servant.)

Maou 2099 (Demon Lord 2099)

Maou-sama, Retry! R (Demon Lord, Retry! R)

Nageki no Bourei wa Intai shitai (Let This Grieving Soul Retire)

NegaPosi Angler (Negative Positive Angler)

Party kara Tsuihou sareta Sono Chiyushi, Jitsu wa Saikyou ni Tsuki

Re:Zero kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu 3rd Season (Re:ZERO -Starting Life in Another World- Season 3)

Rekishi ni Nokoru Akujo ni Naru zo (I'll Become a Villainess Who Goes Down in History)

Saikyou no Shienshoku "Wajutsushi" de Aru Ore wa Sekai Saikyou Clan wo Shitagaeru (The Most Notorious "Talker" Runs the World's Greatest Clan)

Sayounara Ryuusei, Konnichiwa Jinsei (Good Bye, Dragon Life.)

Seirei Gensouki 2 (Seirei Gensouki: Spirit Chronicles Season 2)

Sengoku Youko: Senma Konton-hen (Sengoku Youko: The Thousandfold Chaos Arc)

Shangri-La Frontier Season 2

Sword Art Online Alternative: Gun Gale Online II

Tensei Kizoku, Kantei Skill de Nariagaru 2nd Season (As a Reincarnated Aristocrat, I'll Use My Appraisal Skill to Rise in the World Season 2)

Yarinaoshi Reijou wa Ryuutei Heika wo Kouryakuchuu (The Do-Over Damsel Conquers The Dragon Emperor)

Anime that streams 7 days earlier than TV broadcast (I may not post episode previews for these anime):

Acro Trip

Hitoribocchi no Isekai Kouryaku (Loner Life in Another World)

Maou-sama, Retry! R (Demon Lord, Retry! R)

Saikyou no Shienshoku "Wajutsushi" de Aru Ore wa Sekai Saikyou Clan wo Shitagaeru (The Most Notorious "Talker" Runs the World's Greatest Clan)

Sayounara Ryuusei, Konnichiwa Jinsei (Good Bye, Dragon Life.)

Anime that streams 2 days earlier than TV broadcast:

Nageki no Bourei wa Intai shitai (Let This Grieving Soul Retire)

Anime that streams 1 day earlier than TV broadcast:

Dungeon ni Deai wo Motomeru no wa Machigatteiru Darou ka V: Houjou no Megami-hen (Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? V)

Anime previews I will not post, but might post contents of it (e.g. artwork from magazine):

Hamidashi Creative

Anime I will not post (unless it is a new illustration from Megami Magazine):

Ao no Hako (Blue Box)

Dandadan

Mecha-ude (Mecha-Ude: Mechanical Arms)

Murai no Koi (Murai in Love)

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"Elpis Ultimate Angler Championship" Event Details

[Event Duration]

2025/02/14 10:00:00 (server time) — 2025/03/10 03:59:59 (server time)

[Requirements]

Reach Inter-Knot Lv. 23 and Main Story Chapter 2 - Intermission.

[Event Details]

• After meeting the requirements and completing the prerequisite commissions, Proxies can find McDunn at Port Elpis to participate in the "Elpis Ultimate Angler Championship" event.

• Complete various commissions in the event to earn Angler Points, increase your Fishing Permit level, and receive rewards.

• Complete the limited-time reward missions to obtain the event exclusive dynamic wallpaper: Bangboo Angler Club, Tuning Calibrator, Polychromes, and various upgrade materials.

※ For the best experience, it's recommended to complete Main Story Chapter 5 "A Storm of Falling Stars" before participating in this event.

[Ridu Chronicles]

• Once time is up, the event will be documented in Ridu Chronicles. Proxies can continue playing event content in Ridu Chronicles.

• Limited-time rewards cannot be claimed after the event is over. Please be aware of event times and claim your rewards promptly.

>> Official Hoyolab post <<

[dane-ffxiv]

Prompt #6: Halcyon

“One more.” The Miqo’te gestured to the spinner in Dane's hands. A grumble in response, which was typical of her. She rarely verbalized her thoughts. “Tha’s good, lass.”

His praise felt empty. It took five long minutes of her fumbling with a lure and fishing line to achieve what he did in seconds. He asked for three knots. Two weren't enough. After much hesitation, she met his gaze. He was... smiling. A genuine one at that. She quickly looked away, assuming she had somehow made a mistake.

“Wha’s wrong?” He took the spinner, not bothering to inspect it before casting his line into the lake. He trusted her work despite the specks of blood from one too many jabs. She silently cursed that specific lure for having several hooks. “Y’ did good. Promise.”

“...Okay,” Dane mumbled. It was difficult to gauge the intentions of others, even if they spoke plainly. On top of that, she dealt with the enigma of her own feelings. Too many doubts rattled her mind, the most prevalent being uncertainty. Like every other exchange, she brushed it off as if it didn’t bother her. It absolutely did.

“Yer a funny one.” The angler chuckled, tugging at his line every so often. “Sittin’ ‘ere like y’ ‘ave all th’ troubles in th’ star.”

Dane had no response. Maybe he knew better since she was still just a child, but her life was far from easy. Or something to be grateful for. “I was jus’ teasin’. Y’ don’ ‘ave t’ say anythin’.”

And she didn’t.

For the first time in her short life, she felt at peace. He must have felt it, too, because he filled the silence with stories. His travels, his family, his faraway home. He even showed her the basics of fishing.

She looked forward to waking up every morning and running through the Shroud to his fishing hole. Dane had a friend. Her first friend, even if it was short lived.

[z-13-b]

Z-13-b: The Aquanaut

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Contact

This was commissioned by me, the author of this story is @pretzel-box, however they are no longer posting.

Sebastian hunched over his cramped workspace, the faint flicker of his angler bulb on his head casting sharp shadows across his face. His eyes narrowed in deep concentration as he worked on the broken shell of an old flashlight, the casing scratched and scarred from the past events. The air in his small shop was thick with the smell of metal filings and the faint, acrid tang of solder. Tools of all kinds—rusty screwdrivers, needle-nose pliers, and a small but well-worn soldering iron—were scattered around him like a makeshift nest. He muttered to himself, his voice low and gravelly, as he carefully adjusted the thin wires and delicate gears inside the flashlight, his long, nimble fingers moving with practiced precision.

Behind him, the metallic creak of the vent grated against the silence, but he didn’t react, too lost in the rhythm of his work to notice. The vent cover rattled slightly as it settled back into place, the sound quickly swallowed by the cluttered symphony of Sebastian’s workspace—the quiet hum of an old radio playing static, the faint hissing of a faulty pipe in the corner, and the occasional drip of condensation hitting the floor.

It wasn’t until the air shifted—cold and dry, as if someone had stepped out from the shadows—that he paused, feeling a presence lingering just behind him. He assumed it was another customer or one of the usual strays that wandered in from the abandoned corridors outside. Without bothering to look up, he spoke in a brusque, disinterested tone, his voice laced with the kind of impatience that only comes from years of being disturbed during a delicate task.

“Items are on my tail, as usual. Keycard’s on the table next to the radio,” he muttered, already turning back to the tangled mess of wires in his hand.

He didn’t spare a glance, fully absorbed in the task, not yet realizing that the figure standing there hadn’t moved, frozen in place like a statue carved out of darkness.

Enoch took in the scene with a sharp intake of breath, eyes flicking across the dimly lit space before settling on the familiar figure hunched over the cluttered workbench. For a moment, they could only stare, breath shallow and uneven, as they traced the curve of Sebastian’s tail, the way it curled protectively around the base of the stool. The soft, rhythmic flick of his hair, catching the scant light like the surface of water in the dark, sent a jolt of realization through them. Recognition hit like a tidal wave crashing against rock—this wasn’t just another mechanic hidden away in the dingy corners of Blackside. It was him.

Sebastian’s silhouette looked just like as it did in his file, hunched and focused, as though the weight of the entire world rested on his shoulders. For a split second, Enoch faltered, heart pounding violently in their chest as they wrestled with a decision that felt like standing at the edge of a cliff. Leave now, slip away before he had a chance to turn around? Or was it already too late? The thought twisted their stomach into knots, fear creeping up their spine like icy fingers.

The air felt thick and heavy as the realization settled in fully, a cold sweat breaking out along Enoch’s brow. Memories flashed in their mind—sharp, visceral images of Urbanshade’s stern expression, the darkened room filled with cigarette smoke, and the warning that had been delivered in a voice so low it made their skin crawl. Don’t engage. Don’t get involved. There will be consequences if they find out. The unspoken threat lingered, hanging in the air like the ghost of a noose, and they could almost feel the crushing weight of punishment waiting to strike at the slightest misstep.

Panic prickled at the edges of their resolve, making their hands tremble, but Enoch forced themselves to stay rooted to the spot, desperately trying to steady their breath. They couldn’t afford to give themselves away now, not when every second counted. Behind them, the quiet clinking of metal stopped abruptly. Sebastian’s hands had gone still, the silence growing thick and unsettling, pressing in on all sides. He was beginning to notice it—the lack of noise, the presence that felt like a shadow creeping closer. The air itself seemed to tighten, a taut string on the verge of snapping.

With an annoyed sigh, he turned around, his dark eyes narrowing as they landed on Enoch. His towering form, even in this cramped space, seemed to block any possible escape, the tail that draped lazily behind him now coiling slightly, a subtle movement that hinted at a readiness to strike if needed.

Enoch’s heart hammered against their ribs. The moment stretched, feeling like an eternity. Running wasn’t a real option—they knew all too well how fast Sebastian could move, how easily he could close the distance in the blink of an eye. Any attempt to flee would only confirm their intentions, make them look like an enemy.

So, they stayed rooted to the spot, forcing their expression into something neutral, praying it didn’t betray the fear coursing through their veins.

Sebastian’s sharp inhale cut through the tense silence. He stared at Enoch, eyes narrowing as if trying to peel back the layers of their existence. His gaze lingered on the small details—dark hair, the sharp line of their jaw, the peculiar set of their eyes—features he recognized but couldn’t place for a moment. And then it hit him like a cold wave, sending a sick twist of revulsion through his gut.

His face contorted in a grimace, the look of raw disgust unmistakable as he realized what Urbanshade had done. Enoch’s resemblance was uncanny, like a warped echo of someone from a past he had buried deep. The memory clawed its way to the surface, unbidden and unwanted, and he clenched his jaw to swallow it back down, fighting the urge to lash out.

It felt like looking into a fractured, twisted mirror, a reflection of something that should never have existed. His tail flicked sharply behind him, a sign of his agitation, coiling and uncoiling with pent-up fury.

Enoch stood silently, caught in the full brunt of Sebastian’s glare. They held their ground, gaze skimming over his face, his coiled tail, and the tense lines of his body. The sheer presence of him—this entity who had haunted whispers and rumors—now clear before them was almost overwhelming. But they forced their nerves to stay steady, looking him in the eye, trying to gauge his reaction, to see if there was any recognition beyond that flash of fury.

They could see it, though—faintly, buried under the anger. A flicker of something else. Pain.

The tense silence snapped as Sebastian let out an irritated huff, breaking eye contact to glance away momentarily. He crossed his arms, his tail flicking sharply against the floor. “They didn’t stop, huh?” he muttered, the words dripping with a venom that made Enoch flinch. There was no mistaking the hostility in his tone, each syllable like a blade meant to cut deep.

Enoch’s mind scrambled for a response, caught off guard by the unexpected question. They parted their lips to speak, but no words came. The comment felt like a trap, like there was something they were missing—some crucial piece of context they didn’t have. They could only stand there, the unspoken tension between them growing with each passing second.

Sebastian’s eyes flicked back to Enoch, and for a brief moment, his expression softened, the anger giving way to a flicker of something more complicated—frustration, and perhaps a touch of bitterness. He realized then how it must have looked, the sharpness of his words, the obvious disdain he held. It wasn’t really aimed at them. No, it was directed at someone else entirely. Urbanshade.

Despite the resentment boiling in his chest, Sebastian forced himself to take a slow breath. He needed information, and scaring Enoch off wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He let his posture relax just a fraction, smoothing out the anger from his voice. “Look,” he started again, this time calmer, though the tension still lingered, like a taut string threatening to snap. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… complicated. You—” he gestured vaguely, “You aren’t what I expected.”

The shift in his demeanor wasn’t lost on Enoch. They hesitated, feeling the atmosphere shift slightly, a small crack in the wall of animosity Sebastian had put up. It was stiff and awkward, but there was a strange attempt at bridging the gap, at making them feel less like prey cornered by a predator. Enoch swallowed, the tight knot of fear loosening just a bit as they took in this new side of him, cautiously meeting his gaze once more.

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed slightly, watching Enoch struggle for a response. He mistook the hesitation for defiance, annoyance bubbling up once more before he pushed it down. He needed answers, and scaring them into silence wasn’t going to get him what he wanted. With a stiff exhale, he leaned back, slipping into the familiar mask of the formal shopkeeper.

“Alright,” he said, tone clipped but not as sharp as before. “Let’s start simple. How long have you been… here? Under their control?” He forced his voice into a neutral drawl, hiding the bitterness behind a thin veneer of professionalism, as if he were dealing with just another customer.

Enoch fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable but trying to respond. “I— I’m not sure,” they managed, the words coming out haltingly. It felt forced, like they were dragging each syllable out, afraid of saying the wrong thing. They didn’t want to leave the impression that they were ignoring him; the thought of making Sebastian angrier twisted their stomach with dread.

Sebastian’s expression shifted ever so slightly, softening into something that almost resembled curiosity rather than hostility. He noticed the way Enoch’s shoulders seemed to ease, the tension loosening bit by bit as he continued with the formalities. He kept his tone level, asking questions that were simple, easy to answer, guiding the conversation carefully. It wasn’t genuine warmth, but it wasn’t the seething anger from before, either.

The more he spoke, the more Enoch seemed to settle, though there was still a glint of caution in their eyes. They were becoming more comfortable, leaning into the safety net of Sebastian’s shopkeeper facade, but it wasn’t lost on Sebastian how their nervousness lingered at the edges, like they were waiting for him to snap again.

It stung, more than he wanted to admit. He realized then that it wasn’t just fear of him—there was something deeper, a sense of self-preservation that made them flinch with every too-sharp word. And for a brief, fleeting moment, something like sympathy welled up in his chest.

He softened his tone further, almost imperceptibly. “You don’t have to force it,” he said, voice lowering into something that almost resembled understanding. “Take your time.”

Enoch glanced up, surprised by the shift, a flicker of relief crossing their face. It was small, but it was there—an unspoken thanks for the momentary reprieve. And as Sebastian watched them slowly start to relax, he found himself easing as well, the last remnants of his initial anger dissolving into something he couldn’t quite name.

The tension between them had eased, if only slightly, like the calm after a storm. Enoch’s shoulders relaxed as they spoke, their voice quiet but clear, as if they were confessing something to themselves more than to Sebastian.

"After everything... I don’t even know if I want to go back anymore. No..." Enoch’s voice wavered as they lifted a trembling hand, brushing their fingers against the cold, unforgiving metal of the collar locked around their neck. The touch sent a shiver down their spine, and for a moment, their resolve crumbled, exposing the raw wound beneath. “I don’t want to go back. I really don’t,” they whispered, almost like they were confessing a secret to the empty air. Their breath hitched, a choked sound caught between a sob and a bitter laugh. “But it’s not like I have a choice, is it? Not with this thing. Not with the collar keeping me chained like this.”

Sebastian watched them, his eyes softening in a way that was rare, almost fragile. It was a look he didn’t give to many—a flicker of sympathy, a brief glimpse of shared pain. He had seen this kind of hopelessness before, in others, in himself. “I doubt I need to explain what a PDG is to you and what it's able to do…”

The way it clung to Enoch’s voice like a shadow, an old wound reopened that still refused to heal. “...If I try to escape…disobey orders or even scare someone…bang.” And as the silence stretched on, Enoch kept talking, their words spilling out like a flood they couldn’t hold back anymore. It was raw, unfiltered honesty, each word trembling with a vulnerability they hadn’t planned on revealing. They spoke like someone standing at the edge of a cliff, staring down at the drop and wondering if the fall would be kinder. The last word left its impact as Enoch moved his gaze away. “I don’t get a choice…not anymore…”

Sebastian took a slow, steady breath, feeling the weight of Enoch’s words pressing against his own chest, like a burden he wasn’t used to sharing. “You have a choice,” he said softly, almost like a plea. The words hung in the air, simple but heavy with conviction. It was such a stark contrast to Enoch’s defeated tone that it made them flinch, not out of fear, but disbelief. They stared at him, searching his face like they were trying to find the lie hidden in his words, but there was nothing there except a quiet, unshakable certainty.

He looked away, clearly uncomfortable, his fingers picking at the frayed edge of the table like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. This wasn’t something he was used to—this kind of openness, this offering of hope. It made him feel exposed, like he was peeling back layers of armor he had kept on for far too long. “I’ve got something,” he muttered, almost reluctant, as if he were giving away a piece of himself. “The Scrambler. It’s not perfect... It’s a mess of wires and outdated parts, but it can interfere with tracking devices. It might be enough to block the collar’s signal.” The words tumbled out quickly, almost dismissively, like he was downplaying their significance. He kept his eyes fixed on the broken flashlight in his hand, refusing to meet Enoch’s gaze. “You could stay here,” he mumbled, barely audible, his voice thick with an emotion he couldn’t quite mask. “Your presence... it’s not bad. I’d actually—” He paused, swallowing hard. “I’d actually enjoy the company.”

The words hit Enoch like a tidal wave, a shock that left them breathless. They hadn’t realized how deeply they’d needed to hear something like that until now. It was like watching the sun break through storm clouds, a light they hadn’t dared hope for. Slowly, the implications of the Scrambler sank in—this wasn’t just a tool. It was a lifeline, a chance to break free from the chains that had held them for so long.

For the first time in what felt like ages, a genuine smile crept across Enoch’s face. It was small, tentative, but filled with a kind of relief so profound it brought tears to their eyes. The sight of it caught Sebastian off guard; he blinked, his eyes widening slightly as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. It was like he was witnessing the first bloom of spring after a long, bitter winter.

Enoch’s voice was lighter now, a teasing lilt slipping in, though there was an edge of sincerity beneath it. “Tell me, then,” they said, their eyes glinting with a playful warmth. “How could I ever repay you for such kindness?”

Sebastian’s face turned an impossibly deep shade of red, his tail curling up in a bashful, awkward display behind him. He huffed, turning away quickly, as if the act of facing them was too much. “Just... don’t make a mess,” he muttered, his grumbling voice softened by a gentleness he couldn’t hide. He fidgeted, still not looking at them, but there was a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

For a moment, it felt like the tiny room was filled with a warmth neither of them had known for a long time.

[kcheel]

hatchling Hatchite & Hal, the dress designs — @ryskabler we rlplay how the gang is celebrating summer at Timber Hearth (tales, skirts, competitions, campfires, flowers, quantum rocks, music) 😎☀️

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sillies !

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?? bruised knee supremacy wip (I won't finish it,,,,,,,,,help)

+ bonus sketches

1) i think hearthians' ears are already pretty holey, so jewelry can be hung on them just like that. Weave knots with wooden beads, etc. 2) Riebeck and their banjo :з 3) sleeping: Hatchite with a stuffed angler, Hal with an axe 4) hhhhhhchchshhsdhhf— ignore

[minihotdog]

Good ol' fishing boy

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x gn!Reader

a/n: idk. Simon is a big ol softie in this one

Summary: Simon learns how to fish

c/w: fake worm, maybe a swearword

Word Count: 1k

***

The weekend had finally come around. The usual hustle and bustle of the compound died down as everyone ran off to enjoy the little free time they’d been given. 

“Hey, Lt!” You beam at the sight of your superior. “Whatcha got planned for today?” You stood with your fishing rods tucked under your arm and a backpack stuffed to its brim.

“Nothin’.” He sat at the table with his morning tea. He always had such a cold look, with or without his mask, but you were determined to try and break down at least one of his walls. You’d been working for the task force for about three months now, and he was the only one who you still didn’t know a thing about.

  “You ‘otta come fishing with me. It’d be a good time, I promise.” You raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for his response.

“Not up my alley.” He swiftly declines, leaving you taken aback. 

In all my years, I’ve never heard a military man say no to fishing.

“Wha’d’ya gonna do? Sit here all day?” You say in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“Oh c’mon, Lt.! What if I fall in the water and I can’t get out and I’m all by myself!” You clasp your hands in front of you as if you were about to get on your knees and beg. He sighs at what he referred to as your ‘American dramatics’. 

“Fine, but keep the talking to a minimum.”

“Yaay!” You celebrate, causing the stern Brit to groan in annoyance.

***

The air nipped at your nose as you and Simon sat on the bank of the river. The mountains off in the distance were topped off with fresh snow. The warm sunlight would occasionally peak out from behind the grey clouds. 

“Here ya go,” You hand him a rod and open your tackle box between the two of you. You start tying your hook to the line and reaching into the box to pull out a long black fake worm. You look over to Simon, motioning to the worm, “See this little guy? Bass love this shit.” He snorts lightly but you notice him go still when he looks at the contents of the box.

“So what do I do?” He asks, a little embarrassed. Most boys learned how to fish with their dads, unfortunately, his dad had been set on being a nightmare rather than an angler. You stop dead in your tracks, eyeing the man.

“You ever been fishing before?”

“No.”

You almost drop your worm, 

“What?! Really?!”

He shoots you a look that says, ‘Cool it or else’.

“Your dad never took you when you were a kid?” You probe.

“We weren’t very close.” His eyes avoid yours and look out at the bend of the river. Simon wasn’t one to feel embarrassed about his upbringing, he saw it as something that made him the man he was today. It motivated him to be better than what he witnessed and to maybe even eliminate the horrors that many were forced to live with. But it came with a cost and that cost was the simple things other people had gotten to experience that he didn’t.

“I wasn’t close with mine either,” You sigh, hoping that you hadn’t brought up painful memories. His eyes were back on you at the revelation.

“I actually learned how to fish from the locals when I was stationed in Turkey.” You smile, recounting the memories from your time overseas. “I rented a pole out and asked a taxi driver to take me to a fishing store. The taxi driver could barely speak English but it was clear as day that he loved fishing. We talked the whole way to the store and he even went inside with me.” You chuckle, “I’d run into a group of ‘Turkish Uncles’ out fishing and they’d try to show me their tricks.”

You place your rod down on the rocky ground and motion for him to give you his. “I’ll show you,” Your words come out softly. “This part is easy.” You place the rod between your knees and grab a hook out of the box to show him. 

“Now, there are all sorts of knots you can do but I use the Y/L/N special.” You put the line through the hole at the top of the hook and wrap the loose end a couple of times around the line coming directly from the rod.

 “So you wrap it however many times, then you put it through the loop at the bottom. Pull it and then tie a knot.” He nods at you showing he understands, and his eyes examine the funny-looking knot. 

“One time I went fishing with a friend of mine. He was the Bill Dance of trout.” You pause briefly to explain, “Bill Dance is an old man in the States that strikes fear in the hearts of Bass everywhere.” Simon laughs softly at your dramatics. “But, he took one look at my knot and I thought I was gonna die from embarrassment. He was too nice to tell me it looked awful, but it works just like any other.”

You gently clap your hands together, “Moving on, you know what these are?” You point to the contents inside your tackle box. Simon shakes his head, a smirk still playing on his lips. He almost felt like a young boy again, recanting the stories he’d heard in school of the other boys going out on the lake with their dads. Here he finally was.

“These are lures, a.k.a. Fake bait. They come in all shapes: Frogs, worms, little fish. Depending on the fish, some work better than others. Bass like the worm. Snakeheads, those angry demon fish, like the frogs.” You trail off stating the different lures for different fish as you grab a black worm out of the box. 

“You can hook however you want, but I think this is what separates boys from men.” Simon’s little smirk grows briefly. He found the way you explained things to him to be endearing.

You grab the hook in one hand and hold the fake worm in the other. “You could do this,” You put the hook through the side of the worm and let it dangle. 

“But you’d probably lose your lure on the weeds or from a strong bite.” You pull the worm off. “This is what I do because I’m a big fishing man,” You joke. Simon silently laughs again. He’d hear you constantly calling yourself jacked and joking that you were as big as him. Here you sat, looking about as big as the worm in comparison to him.

You put the hook through the top of the worm’s head, coming through the side. Your now cold fingers slide the worm to the top of the hook and poke through the middle of the squishy lure with the pointy tip nudging back into it. “This way, your hook stays weedless.” You hand him his rod before hooking your lure.

“Now we can rip some lips.” You laugh at your own joke as you stand and walk closer to the water. You point to the button your thumb rests on, looking back at him. “Hold that down when you cast.” You turn back to the water and give your rod a swift jerk. Your hook goes flying out to the middle of the river. Simon follows and casts his line out, the hook barely lands two feet away. He tuts quietly.

“Here,” You place your rod down and come up behind him. You place one hand on his left shoulder and the other over his hand on the base of the rod. “Keep your body facing the water, and swat it like this.” You run through the motion twice before backing away to watch him. This time he casts without a hitch. “Right on.” You smile at him and for the first time, he smiles back.

The two of you sit back down on the log. “Give it a couple of little tugs every once in a while and reel it in little by little. Or how the Turks taught me: Reel, reel, reel, action, action, action.”

“Reel, reel, reel, action, action, action.” He talks himself through the motions. 

“Just like that. Now we wait.”

Moments pass of silence. You couldn’t complain, the view was beautiful.

“Is it true that fish can hear you?” Simon asks you, a bit of humor in his voice.

“No, I think that’s something dads made up so their kids would be quiet.” The two of you laugh. You liked this version of Simon. Relaxed, still quiet and reserved, but he wasn’t the same cold person you met as Ghost.

“Thank you… For teaching me.” He said suddenly.

“No problem, I could use a fishing partner.” You nudge him with your elbow. “Just don’t catch more fish than me or we’ll have a problem.”

[roxyteal]

🦈DENIED PROPAGANDA🦈

Part 7 of the l o r e thing

Sorry that this one took some time. We are back bay bee

Coral's Glory - Ch. VII: Deepest Secrets

Chapter description: Welcome to the sea, the core territory of Atmast and crew! The submarine is located again, but Billy is drawn to it like a guppy to an angler's light…

Tags for this chapter:

Submarine Shipwreck, Knot-Tying, Human Skeleton, amateur Forensics, Alcohol, Shark Attack, Violence, Merm; robotic Injuries, Reconciliation

[eissoeu]

Enigmas

You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with

        his golden feet?

I reply, the ocean knows this.

You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent

        bell? What is it waiting for?

I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.

You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?

Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.

You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal,

        and I reply by describing

how the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.

You enquire about the kingfisher's feathers,

which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?

Or you've found in the cards a new question touching on

        the crystal architecture

of the sea anemone, and you'll deal that to me now?

You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean

        spines?

     The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?

     The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out

     in the deep places like a thread in the water?

    

     I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its

        jewel boxes

     is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,

     and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the

        petal

     hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light

     and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall

     from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.

     I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead

     of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,

     of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes

     on the timid globe of an orange.

     I walked around as you do, investigating

     the endless star,

     and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,

     the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.

- Pablo Neruda

[redfoxrunt]

So - Sneak Preview, right? You ever get stuck on a detail you didn't really think about before and then it really starts bothering you?

Because,

who the fuck is Joey?

I'm sure someone has talked about this. I mean, I'm about a decade late to the party at this point. But it's got me twisted on so many knots right now - is Joey what Danny saw down in the theatre, what got him to go back there? Does it work like some kind of a more complex anglerfish, where you go in a place, you see someone you love get destroyed in front of your eyes, you leave now marked, become other people's hook in, can't resist the bait, go back in (to "save them" or whatever), get taken ("if I went there again I don't think they'd let me out"), luring in the person you hooked in turn?

Does Joey imply that Danny had already been marked, had a brush with the Stranger before the Royal Opera House? Lost someone close to him to it, or just lost them in general under suspicious circumstances? Did that influence him to go there, surely seems like a big fucking coincidence otherwise? If it's a coincidence, does that make Joey a real victim of the Stranger or a made-up lure?

The only people I could quickly dig up in the lore whose names even remotely match up with Joey and who existed in the proper timeline/had anything to do with the Stranger are the student (John) from Angler Fish, and some really terrible pronunciation of Joseph Grimaldi's name, unless Danny and him were on surprisingly good terms at that point, what the hell do I know.

Jonny, no offense, but I need answers here. For personal reasons.