#Shady Cove

[unteriors]

Birch Street, Shady Cove, Oregon.

[inthewindtunnel]

Shady Cove

Shotgun

<3!<3!<3!

[memoirsofasim]

Creek Corner Cove - Shady Acres, StrangerVille

[tatselksism]

Creek Corner Cove

LOT: Creek Corner Cove (30x20), Shady Acres, Strangerville LOT TYPE: Residential COST: § 119,278 KEY FEATURES: 3 bedrooms | 3.5 bathrooms | Open-plan kitchen/dining/living space | Home gym | Home office | Dog care area NOTES:

Modified the key elements of the Smiths’ house in TS2, 101 Road to Nowhere, to fit in with the Queen Anne Victorian style in the Shady Acres neighbourhood of Strangerville.

In contrast to the Grunts’ house, I wanted to make this really colourful and cosy to show how the Smiths are a close-knit family living the Simerican Dream.

More pics of their individual bedrooms here: PT9 and Jenny, Johnny, Jill.  

DOWNLOAD HERE.

[mayorwhisper]

Made a little pirate cove for someone’s illegal business lol

[findamericanrental221]

Shady Cove, located in Southern Oregon, is a premier vacation destination offering world-class fishing on the Rogue River, thrilling outdoor adventures, picturesque scenery, charming local shops and eateries, and a welcoming community atmosphere.

[ibtravart]

TBT to some very special guest star Lost Mystery episodes featuring Jessica Fletcher from “Murder, She Wrote”, The Golden Girls, John Waters, RuPaul and the cast of “Schitt’s Creek”:

“The Cabot Cove Creepster”: The gang travels to Maine to visit Velma’s family friend Jessica, who enlists their help in solving the mystery of a shadowy creeper targeting the elderly.

"The Miami Moonlight Mystery"- Scooby and the gang meet the Golden Girls when they pass through Miami and help them uncover a strange phantom that haunts the Shady Pines retirement home at nightfall.

"The Bearded Banshee of Baltimore" featuring John Waters and Divine.

“The Freaky Fashion Show Phantom"! The gang gets invited to RuPaul’s new runway show but a ghastly ghoul is determined to ruin the event!

"The Creepy Crowening of Schitt's Creek" Scooby & the gang get stuck in a small town on a vacation through Canada and help the Rose family stop a diabolical Crowman that's haunting the local theater!

[hotvintagepoll]

Okay, but now I must know your opinions on Putt-Putt games! (Gotta disagree with you. Putt-Putt Goes to the Moon is clearly the Best of them all)

i haven't played all the games (including Goes to the Moon, sadly), but here are my unfiltered reviews for all the ones I have played!

Putt-Putt Saves the Zoo: a classic. a slowburn. the same every time but that adds to its aura of stability, the old world, a pocket out of time undisturbed. also there are cheese puffs and you can have putt-putt eat them over and over if you don’t care much about saving the elephant

Putt-Putt Travels Through Time: more hectic, meandering, a loop in a loop: the clues ever spiraling outward, the chaos of time unlocked vying with old prospector stereotypes and a deeply inaccurate Middle Ages. a singing hourglass asks putt-putt to resolve reality and he responds “and my homework?” Notable for its wagon wheel fruit snacks (edible if you want to sacrifice the entire old west portion and shoot your gameplay in the foot) and the talking floating lipstick wearing car i had a crush on as a 4 year old.

Putt-Putt Enters the Race: a!!! banger!!!!! yes you get stuck in the vegetable garden too long. yes you wonder why Outback Al, a supposed zoologist, doesn’t know what a baby yak eats. but there’s a cat stuck in a tree and a dog with buried treasure and sometimes the shed is on fire! this is riveting domestic drama and the cherry on top is the number of milkshakes one can order. (a lot.)

Freddi Fish and the Stolen Conch Shell: the most perfect of the freddi games in my opinion for channeling noir coral reef aesthetics into a chiming, dark-hue’d mystery. shady characters galore (also a monkey). an intense climax with true stakes. a squid with a cabaret act. freddi peaks. (the seaweed looks soooo edible.)

Freddi Fish and the Hogfish Rustlers: ok this one kinda beefs it ngl. yes there’s an old timey bar yes you can order a root bear soda. but the vibes? the QUEST? the menace of the deep? lacking. there is one cool part where you can intentionally drown a ship, but otherwise the aesthetic is too brown to really go full High Noon.

Freddi Fish and the Case of the Creature of Coral Cove: the character design in this suuuuucks I couldn’t tell you why I just hate all of them. BUT there is a taffy machine and I love the finale of running around the house flipping open secret doors and bribing dogs, so I give it points for that.

Freddi Fish and Maze Madness: aptly named because this game has been driving me insane for years. I played it last week and I’m still stuck on level 31. what the fuck. humongous entertainment said let’s make a game for 8 year olds so we can really let those little suckers know they ain’t shit because this thing is impossible

[roamingleaf]

"A Dance In The Dark"

TW: R@pe, Intox, Creampie, Forced, Public Use, Dirty talking

Tonight was a mistake dressed in an raven black lounge suit. How could she have seen past those clear almond gems he had tucked behind each eye? Those alone had been enough for her to take one or two of this chivalrous gentlemen's drinks. Oh, but that dreaded smile. It seemed his secret weapon was one that would melt the coldest shoulders. Despite the lounge having numerous lights flooding many separate corners, there was something about his smile brightening the room that she couldn't ignore.

Soon those first two drinks had turned into a third and fourth as the Oaken tanned, gentlemen happily encouraged every last kiss of your pastel lips to that crystal glass. While the liquor flowed like the River Nile there was a sudden, yet, warming sensation of a firm, chiseled chest pressing against the thin fabrics of your navy blue cocktail dress. This alone was enough to send shivers up the poor girls spines, but, the gentleman was not done with his spells yet.

As if a constructor was coiling around its pretty little prey those same hands that had offered drink, after drink, after drink were now helping press this delicate doll back against his broad chest.

"Has anyone told you what a pretty portrait you are?" The lumbering giant softly whispered into the girls ear as a slow burning blush started to stain those already rosey cheeks. As his serenading song those ear his palms would be at work strolling along the trail of her cascading hips. Taking their time to enjoy the craftsmanship, the twists and turns, and how ever so soft to the touch this portrait felt wrapped up like a gift.

"N-no, not today." Was all that she could mutter out quietly under the strings, and cacophony of the guitars around them.

"No? Even more reason for me to appreciate the fine arts." Those words seemed to have much more finality in them than anything else this slinking shadows spoke. One of his coarse palms found a new hold over this dainty work of art before him. With the help of just one finger, she had found her head was turned with ease to meet his lips for their first entanglement.

What a moment. Shocked by his brazen behavior; even though like a dove perched on that bar stool the buckling weight of his kiss alone swept her from her feet. With this nefarious concoction of lust and alcohol swirling and sloshing around in that chemical cockpit she held in her mind, it had escaped any thought of how effortlessly that tall, dark, mistake guided this poor unsuspecting doe to a more secluded, quiet part of the lounge off in the back.

By the time reality had started to catch up what little knowledge that could be gleam this fog was dwindling. All that certainly could be said was that skimpy, sultry, dress that had wonderfully showcased this carefully shaped sculptor to the world was being hiked up to truly reveal what wonders danced beneath the velvet lies. In what felt like one sudden thrust the full length, girth, and stiffness of his manhood had found refuge deep within the drenched, dripping, cove of hers. So many thoughts raced through her head in this moment, some like

"When did I pass out?"

"When did this terror find the time to pin me to the wall?"

But even worse of all, "why am I so wet?"

"Who knew a whore would be this tight." Softly cooed the looming shadow after each buccaneering thrust. With every disheveled push further into the wall she knew it, even more so, she could feel it. The smudges of her face painting the shady, smokey halls of this dingy lounge. How she wanted to scream, kick, fight with any merit and energy left inside that poor trapped doe, but yet, her body laid limp as the roar of the dance floor mere feet away echoed around this intrusive invasion.

"Y-you're hur-"

Before any more words could tumble from those soft pastel lips in peril, another unwelcomed guest joined in on this unfolding sight in the form of a striking palm across a bare bottom. It was as if the spankings, and the thrustings were in a merciless race to the finish line. One with a throbbing, messy ending in sight.

With one last grunt his manhood erupted inside her awaiting, dripping, gushing pearl. Ashamed to admit it to herself, she evenly coated the shaft of that stranger there in that dark smokey club. And as she did, the warming running truth could be felt rushing to flood those precious hallowed halls, but as if that would not be enough truths, it would spill out and down her shaking thigh. Trickling like a somber river.

After the ravishing has found its conclusion those same weak legs had no more strength left to carry this used, shaken frame. With the swiftness of the wind she found herself kneeled down against the wall clutching its matted black entire. As if it were her savior, but sadly, nothing could help. That once gleefully mixture that stained her mind now yielded such a confusing sour field of disgust, misery, and fullness.

However, she wouldn't have long to linger in thoughts, oh no. Such filthy work was not yet finished and that Towering figure aimed to make that clean. He reached out for her hair, grasping it between the gaps of his fingers and palm. With this new handle upon this portrait, her face was quickly driven into the messy length of his cock.

"Open your mouth" He commanded.

Ashamed and afraid she did as the voice said. Those once proud lips quivering knowing what was to come. Like a rag he used her frightened mouth to clean himself. First by forcing the full length inside, regardless of how she pressed for air against him. Then by whipping what dribble was made along the smeared canvas she hailed as a face. Repeating this process for what felt like an eternity. He seemed hellbent on reshaping such a poor portraits throat to remember the full length of his shaft. Only once he had deemed himself clean enough did he free her from his grasp, but not without a final farewell, oh no.

While he freed himself a few more lasting shots of his seed spilled onto those tired lips and what was left of that crinkled cocktail dress. There the shadowy man left her as he zipped himself back up, and joined back in on the festivities once again.

-🪶

[scoobypineapple]

When the threats are a bit too dangerous for Mystery Inc to handle, that’s when BatGal is on the scene.

Really wanted to revisit this idea, and decided to do so after rereading the Batman Scooby comics yet again! For the uninitiated, the Batman and Scooby-Doo Mysteries comics (which I highly recommend to Scooby and Bat fans alike) has put Daphne specifically in a batgirl esque position, even getting her own code name in the bat family!

In this semi AU semi hypothetical, Daphne takes her batgal act to the streets of Crystal Cove and/or Coolsville (whatever floats ur boat ^^), and fights the shady criminal underworld who seems to deal in more than just cheap rubber masks and poorly constructed money laundering schemes.

As for the tools I gave her above, took the makeup spy kit from the Scooby encyclopedia, the infamous bat credit card from Batman & Robin, and the compact crystal which allows her to contact Vincent if any supernatural threat comes up, as well as Barbara/Oracle on the other side of the mirror, in case backup is needed in Gotham.

Anyways yes live laugh love the Batman and Scooby-Doo Mysteries, please do yourself a favor and go read them! Bye ^^

[inthewindtunnel]

Shady Cove

Stray

<3

[memoirsofasim]

Creek Corner Cover - Shady Acres, StrangerVille

Finally finished my alien spaceship home. 😁

Consists of open floor living & kitchen, 2 beds (main and nursery), 1.5 bath, various science related equipment, rocket ship platform, state of the art computers & gaming technology.

traits are science lair, fast internet, natural light

Available on the gallery ID: simmemoirs

[tatselksism]

Johnny Smith’s Bedroom

Since Johnny in TS2 has a high level of interest in sports and entertainment, his room has a mixture of sports and music-themed décor. To reflect his Outgoing trait and Friend of the World aspiration, I also made Johnny’s room really colourful and chaotic.

[zoozvie]

‘I hit you with my surfboard and fell on/for you’

❀ Levi Ackerman/Mermaid Original Character

❀ content: modern/fantasy au, meet-cute, interspecies awkwardness, nonbinary Hange, language barrier, Levi is awkward, fluffy flirting with their eyes, no smut or plot, possible part 2

❀ wc 3.2k — Read it on Ao3! Do not repost.

❀❀ The last thing Levi expected was to encounter another person in the water after wiping out, on the private cove that came along with their rented beach house. Less so, someone with fins.

.First Meeting.

The sun beat down on Levi’s covered shoulders as he turned to watch his friends mess around on the shore. Their weekend getaway to the coast was made to distract everyone from their obligations and catch up on each other's lives, even after Levi pointed out that they couldn’t say much about themselves if they weren’t allowed to talk about their jobs. Hange countered that Levi would be the only person with that problem since he didn’t do anything besides work, much to everyone else’s amusement.

Currently, Levi floated atop his board a healthy distance away from the sandy beach. It wasn’t his first decision to swim in the ocean with who-knows-what and how-many germs, but it was made for him when Hange started kicking up sand as they tried to sabotage Miche in a race of who could build the best castle faster. Levi quickly scurried off from under his shady umbrella before sand got uncomfortably in his trunks to find an extra board from Erwin’s truck.

Children, both of them.

Beach day wasn’t the worst idea, he supposed. It was predicted to be a record high today, for this time of year, the humidity making everyone sweat through their few layers of clothes. Regardless, the cold ocean splash felt nice through his wet shirt, washing off the branding rays of sunlight. Or it would if Levi was doing more than lazily kicking to steer himself in wide circles gently.

A wave crashing further out drew his attention, or should he say the giant splash within the wave was more noticeable. Erwin surfaced with his board, smiling, and swimming closer to Levi.

“I’m going to head in for a break, want anything to drink when I get back?” Erwin asked.

Levi always appreciated Erwin’s calmness, he knew not to push Levi into doing anything like forcing him to have fun on their escapades. Of the four of them, Hange was the most exhausting to be around. Miche fell second only because he sometimes joined Hange in their antics, although he was the least talkative. Erwin was a respectful, gentlemanly, charming bastard. Levi knew from experience how masochistic it is to argue with the witty man, which is part of the reason why he was grateful they both butt heads enough when they were younger to learn when to back off.

Everyone knew how to get on his damn nerves.

Levi sighed and said, “I’ll take one of the shitty margaritas Hange made.”

Erwin chuckled, “Which kind?”

“Whichever wouldn’t kill me. I’ll be up there in a minute.”

“Alright, be careful surfing alone.” Erwin departed with powerful front strokes to pull him into shore. Easier done by Erwin than a normal fucking person, as usual.

Levi watched as after Erwin went past the other two, presumably telling them what he was doing, Hange scooped up and chucked two fistfuls of sand at Mike’s structure before taking off. Miche reacted quickly by chasing after them, throwing them over his shoulder, and rubbing in his revenge with a few good stomps to their sand… whatever that was supposed to be, before carrying them in the direction Erwin went.

As dumb and overbearing and annoying as they all can be, they’re good people.

Yeah, Levi hums. They’re good friends.

The incoming tide splashed against his side as Levi looked back out into the open water. The cabin was only a short walk from the beach they currently occupied, the cove beautiful and private forming into a crescent shape connecting to the vast open sea. He wouldn’t admit it but Hange did good planning this getaway, or should he say Erwin’s planning and Hange blowing up their group chat with links and ideas they’ve been holding onto for years. Levi’s staycation idea didn’t make the cut, obviously, but he did sneak in an old book he was able to read early in the morning before anyone else woke up. 

Might as well swim, if I’m out here. Levi set his gaze on the waves in front of him waiting patiently before he found what he was looking for. He turned around with his board, now facing the shore. He remembered how to do this, right? It’s been a while but the muscle memory caught up with him as he pushed forward, steadily increasing the heavy paddles of his arms. His center of gravity felt a little unsteady as he forced himself to stand, but he made it well enough as the wave began to roll with his board gliding along the side. The old but familiar exhilaration filled Levi as he started riding the wave. A rare smile grew on his face, and with no one around to see his success, suddenly he was 9 again. It was almost like if he looked over to the shore his mother would be there, her beach shoes in her hand, and a large sun hat covering her head as she waved for Levi to see her. To let him know she was there, watching him, waiting for him to beach his board and run with her to get sweet treats to cool off from the summer sun.

His mind strayed for seconds, but it was long enough to not expect the bottom of his board to knock into what must be a huge rock, uplifting and tipping over immediately. Landing with a huge splash that sucked water up his nose, Levi twisted with the water pushing at him from all sides, thankfully he ended up facing upright. His bleary eyes opened slightly to make sure he didn't run into anything as he pulled himself to the surface. Breeching with a gasp and sputtering out the water that got in his mouth, Fuck, he thought. Didn’t realize how close to the shallows I got. 

He was left slightly disoriented but felt his board shoot out of the water through the strap connecting it to his ankle. Struggling to keep himself afloat while his lungs and eyes burned from the salt water, he turned to see it oddly hold its position sticking straight up in the air. Levi didn’t have much time to wonder before he saw fingers wrap around one side of the board to tilt it back down to float in the water beside them. A feminine face poking out of the water met his gaze after she must have, impressively, caught his board before it landed on her, cocking her head to the side.

The last thing Levi expected was to encounter another person after wiping out, on the private cove that came along with their rented beach house. Regardless, Levi still found it difficult to swim, his muscles suddenly feeling exhausted.

“Sorry.” He choked out before the burn from the salt water flared up at the back of his throat. Throwing him into a coughing fit he tried to direct away from the person swimming in front of him. His nose burned and tears came out of his eyes as he flailed his limbs. 

Light splashing met his ears between breaths of coughing his body convulsed out of him. A warm, really warm, hand lightly wrapped around his bicep before pulling him gently in a direction. His surfboard floated in front of him and he immediately latched onto it, pulling his upper body to lean over the board, Levi focused now on fully clearing his airways. With his body working in survival mode, he didn’t notice the hand that held onto him never left. It began to slowly move across Levi’s back, a comforting gesture as his upper body slowed its involuntary constricting.

It felt like forever before his coughing finally stopped and he rubbed at his face, pathetically wiping the tears and saliva away. His throat didn’t cease its burning but with a few swallows he managed to slightly tilt his head towards the person beside him, uttering a broken “Thank you.”

She didn’t respond, and after a few seconds Levi awkwardly turned to look at her. She floated so quietly he would have forgotten she was there if she wasn’t touching him. Although her hair was wet, it was one of the brightest orange he’d ever seen, framing her face and eyes that were incredibly wide. Her eyes matched her hair in striking appearance, but Levi couldn’t exactly pick out what colors they were, like a kaleidoscope of warm-tone colors. They drew Levi’s attention the most with how strange they were. Beautiful like the reefs of coral that gathered in the clear shallow waters he used to play in.

No, that’s incredibly weird. Levi steeled himself to focus, moving on quickly to seem like he had composure after nearly dying in front of a stranger. His throat felt incredibly raw from the salt, and he made a few strange noises as he stumbled with what he should say.

Settling on, “I didn’t know there were… other people out here.” The silent question behind his statement was left unanswered again, but her hand was removed from his back. They both began to move forward resting on the surfboard like a buoy, in the direction of the beach. Levi’s mind and body felt sluggish as he stumbled to lightly kick his feet to help propel them to shore, but he wasn’t sure it was helping much. Looking ahead, his friends hadn’t come back yet and Levi was grateful no one else witnessed his accident, but he also sort of wished someone else was there to navigate this new interaction. 

As they moved slowly through the water, likely due to his exhaustion, his eyes looked over to watch the stranger he was barely a foot away from. This time he was surprised to see she was watching him as well.

Her hands climbed further onto the board as she leaned her weight to rest like he was, pulling her shoulders to sit up out of the water. Her lips curved into a slight smile like he was amusing, and Levi felt a bit flustered. He was not used to receiving so much direct attention.

His eyes followed the length of her hair down her neck, the ends of it curling in the water, when all train of thought stopped upon seeing she didn’t have any bathing suit straps. Catching his eyes on her shoulders made her smile grow, and she leaned slightly in his direction. 

Levi’s snapped his gaze back up to her face, trying to be respectful. But warmth flooded the tips of his ears unwillingly when a sliver of cleavage caught his sight moments before.

“Uh, you… huh…” he bumbled, stupidly. Some people skinny dip, he knew, but everything about this situation was way too weird for him to deal with right now. Her smiling face didn’t help, but her only response was to reach up and push her hair away from her ear.

Only then did Levi start to connect the dots.

In place of normal rounded, lobed ears, hers were more elven and narrow. A few spiny points that were darker orange at the tips stretched higher than where human ears ended, with webbing connecting the points. It almost resembled a fish’s fin. Is this a prosthetic? Levi couldn’t wrap his mind around what he was looking at. He could have sworn he saw it twitch when he stared long enough.

A prominent splash came from behind them, shaking Levi out of his thoughts. He looked at her face again, and she slowly nodded toward the noise. It wasn’t the biggest surprise, given all the other context clues he had, but it still felt surreal to see a long, wide tail floating near the top of the water behind them connecting to the base of her, yep shirtless, back. 

Wide navigational fins stretched out from the sides of her hips at the top of her tail just out of reach from his side, and the fluke fanned out in a Y shape that rounded like a circle, floating delicately like lace in the water.

“Oh.” was all Levi could mutter.

At his simple response, her shoulders bounced in a silent laugh. Her tail disrupted the surface of the water again as she slipped underneath the surfboard, coming up on the other side after twisting on her back so they faced each other, her tail stretched long enough to float beside Levi. He didn’t give in to the temptation to stare openly, much less to touch the appendage, not wanting to offend her. They surely had huge cultural differences and Levi wasn’t ready to tread that water yet. Lest he drown again.

With her in front of him now, he could see the more obvious things he was too distracted for earlier. Her ears, of course, were one, but looking more closely he could see that the length of her pointed nails weren’t just for show. Probably useful in hunting other(?) fish to eat. Was she technically a fish or a mammal? Maybe some sort of hybrid? Hange would have a field day. Levi groaned in his head. Her fingers had the smallest amount of webbing between them, and her tail's coloring stretched along the sides of her more human torso to cover the bottom of her chest.

They’ve floated close enough that Levi is able to bend his knees to walk slowly up the shore. In silence before he gave one more attempt at breaking the awkwardness, “Do you understand me? Or English, I guess.”

Her face held no indication she understood what he was asking until he tapped his surfboard impatiently. She closed her eyes tightly, opening them only to raise her head and let out a couple of sharp clicks, similar to a dolphin, before reaching under and tapping the bottom of the board just as he did.

Damn, He clicked his tongue out of habit but froze when her eyes widened and leaned toward him expectantly. He noticed her ears tilted forward at the noise, like how a dog or cat's would rotate. She was full of microexpressions he didn’t yet understand.

“Uh, sorry,” he stumbled, but a splash of water landing over his back made him sputter. When he looked he only saw the fin of her tail swaying innocently in the water.

He looked back at her with a blank expression. “...Really?”

Her lips curled into a cheeky smile, thoroughly amused. And he laughed through his nose when she seemed to lose interest and started tracing the lines of his surfboard with her finger.

She’s really…. Levi met her gaze once again. Her eyes glittered almost like there were stars in them.

Pretty.

Erwin is the first to see her. The group of three stumble back around the tree line already changed into their regular clothes and carrying supplies to begin a bonfire where they will have dinner. Why they must cook food over a fire when renting a perfectly good cabin is because ‘it’s part of the vacation experience,’ as Hange put it. Miche is mostly doing the heavy lifting since Erwin is graciously holding Hange up as they stumble around – pre-gamed as shit – and unsteadily holding two glasses of their mixed concoction.

Erwin’s face remains passive, studying the stranger floating beside his best friend while Hange and Miche freeze before they can crash into him.

Levi became so distracted by Hange’s gasp that he nearly missed the mermaid’s exit. She dipped below the water’s surface without a sound, flexibly bending to the side so she could turn around and swim the opposite way. The brush of her tail against his bare leg sent a shock through him, a lot softer than the sharp scales he expected. He looked behind him again, but the crystal blue water gave nothing to indicate anything… anyone was close by.

He could feel the dehydration headache rearing up fast.

“Levi! Who the hell was that?” Hange’s feet slapped against the wet sand when they ran over to him. It shook him out of his daze, urging him to stand properly with his surfboard out of the water. He cringed at Hange’s loud hollering and attempted to bee-line to where the truck was parked to put everything away.

“Are you alright?” Erwin asked, calmly walking over with Miche behind him.

Levi scoffed at his tone, “I’m fine.” He wanted to flee before Miche could add to the load of overbearing.

“But - but where are you going?” Hange called after him.

“Inside. To rinse off.” Levi didn’t spare any of them a second glance before retreating down the path they came from. Hange kicked sand in Levi’s direction along with their ‘hmph!’

Not able to see anything abnormal in the water, Miche finished bringing his supplies to the picnic bench near the brush and campfire pit. “It doesn’t make sense that someone could swim underwater to the outside of this cove without us seeing them come up for air. But I don’t think all of us could have imagined it.”

Erwin nodded, gesturing for Hange to sit down before they made a mess of their drinks while he cracked open a beer. “Give him time. Levi’s the type to sit with his feelings and only share after he’s processed what happened. I’m sure he knows he can’t ignore talking about it when he returns.”

Miche hummed in agreement and everyone’s energy thankfully calmed enough to continue their dinner with small conversations. 

An old notebook was in Levi's hand when he came back, tossing it in Hange’s lap before they could even make a sound. His friends stared at him curiously, patiently waiting for him to speak first.

He sighed, rubbing his palms on his thighs, “I wiped out after I caught a wave, she helped me get my bearings and swam me back to shore.” A long pause. “I think I fell ‘cause I hit her.” Hange snorted a laugh.

“So she was just swimming around here?” Erwin asked carefully.

Levi grabbed his drink and sat down nonchalantly on his own chair, “Half-fish or something. She had a tail.” He was never one to bullshit around. “Felt real enough.”

“You felt it?!” Hange scrambled to sit up further, almost tipping over their camp chair.

“Yeah. Well…not really,” Levi gestured to the notebook gripped between Hange’s fingers. “Get your questions in order and then ask me stuff.” Hange ripped open the page and began furiously writing.

“But you’re alright?” Miche asked Levi.

“Sure. Saltwater sucks, I’m more hungry than anything.” he rubbed his eyes in exhaustion.

Erwin reached over to turn the forks over the fire. “We can help with that.”

“Thanks.” he hummed. The camping lights flickered to life as the sky grew darker around them. As Hange’s theoretical chattering filled the gaps between everyone’s conversation, Levi looked over his shoulder towards the ocean.

The sun was almost making its full descent. Burning just above the water now, the vibrant orange, red, and yellow connected firmly on the horizon line with the brilliant blue of the sea. He wasn’t much into art, but the contrast was mesmerizing. At the sound of waves crashing in the distance, energy thrummed to life inside his chest. A pull to join them. Something he hadn’t felt in years.

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[differenteagletragedy]

ol boys with bad boy mc headcanons? like how they are when the mc inevitably breaks the rules or shows up on a fat motorcycle to give them a joy ride or just. yeah. bad boy.

THIS WAS SO FUN THANK YOU

-- Take Baxter on a ride on your motorcycle. Please. He's too proud to beg, but he might make an exception for this.

-- At the beginning of Step 3, he may or may not keep an ear out so he can slink over to the window to watch you leave. If you start dating, he buys a leather jacket and overnights it just in case you offer to take him for a spin. He likes it A LOT.

-- Cove, meanwhile, is down for a ride but he doesn't want to wear any protective gear -- he doesn't like layers. But even a bad boy won't put that little cinnamon roll in danger, so you make him wear a jacket at least, and he'll roll his eyes but it'll make him feel warm and fuzzy.

-- Derek is the most nervous about the idea of a motorcycle, not because he'd be scared to ride it but because your safety is at risk more on a bike than in a car. If you don't like wearing gear, he's going guilt you into it, but in the most loving way. He cares about you too much.

-- And like Baxter cares too, but he's also like "MC, I've purchased you a pair of the finest leather gloves, please but them on for no particular reason other than your safety."

-- Also Baxter: "Tell me, are chaps practical or are they mainly used for stylistic purposes? Why do I ask? No reason."

-- Cove loves a rule breaker, that's already cannon -- if you punch Jeremy in the face, he likes it! So do what you need to do, he's there for it. Want to blow off school? So does he. Want to play hooky from work? He's down.

-- When you're like 13 you and Cove go for a walk and you didn't bring any money so you swipe some candy for the walk home and he's like *heart eyes* *swoon*

-- Derek does have a harder time with the rule breaking at first, he's such a good kid! But then you do something a little shady for him -- maybe call him during a practice and tell him you need help and when he gets there all frantic you just want to spend time with him, or you're at a game and you see someone from the other team try to hurt him and you make a scene/make him cry -- and that will win him over.

-- Baxter thinks you're so so fun, and he goes along with whatever you want to do. Where Cove is with you for the ride though, Baxter is going to match your antics. Not in any rude way to an innocent bystander or anything, he wouldn't do that (you wouldn't either I don't think, you're a bad boy with a heart of gold), but if you're out for mischief he can definitely keep up.

-- Did you make sure to get a motorcycle big enough to fit your favorite boy on the back? You sure did. Which is impressive, because you know some big boys.

-- I know a lot of bikers (not all, but a lot!) will make fun of a man for riding on the back of a motorcycle, but Cove, Derek and Baxter do not care. They could not care less. They are proud to be in that seat and no one will make them feel embarrassed about it.

-- Be sure to get back to Baxter about the chaps though, he's just really curious.

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It was squeezed into a shady cove between a used net screen dealer and a silk merchant, both of whom frequently complained about the tangy smell of metal and grease that came from Cinder’s booth, even though it was usually disguised by the aroma of honey buns from the bakery across the square.