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xxmaxwellxx · 8 months ago

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Hello! Me again! I’ve finished writing another story. Again, any constructive criticism and feedback is appreciated! I’m also thinking of making another part to both the stalker story and this one. If anyone is interested in something like that please comment, dm me or send a request! As always sorry for any errors, I’m slightly dyslexic and if I missed anything in the warnings please tell me so I can fix it! (Also if anyone has any requests please don’t hesitate to send one in! I’m trying to grow my account and be better at writing so requests are very helpful!)

Tw: merman, general Yandere behavior (body horror? No gore just a very unique merman)

Gn reader (referred to with they/them pronouns!)

The seagulls screeching above are oddly comforting. Over my time as a researcher, I've learned that if the seagulls aren’t flying overhead, a storm is near. And luckily for me, the seagulls are in the sky and very vocal. I grab a shrimp from my dads cooler and throw it up towards the birds, watching one swoop down and grab it before joining the others. I always admired how intelligent they were, following boats in the hopes of getting food. I reach back into the cooler for another shrimp before my dad yells at me, “Hey!” I whip around at his voice, “Don't waste all our bait on some gulls! If you keep feeding them, they're going to swoop down and eat all our shrimp!” I giggle at his words. He's always lectured me about feeding the birds. The boat slows to a stop and my dad leaves the wheelhouse and lowers the anchor as I take my sweater off and put my flippers on. I wore my favorite sweater over my wetsuit, the wind out at sea surprisingly cold.

My dad sets up his fishing rod at the edge of the boat and I go to the other side to avoid his fishing line. He always fishes when I go diving, not to eat but to keep himself entertained while I'm gone. He never keeps the fish, just writing down the type of fish, how big and how old he thinks it is before throwing it back. He has multiple notebooks he keeps on his boat from years back when mom would go diving. She was always my role model, she was the reason I got my degree in marine biology and my scuba permit. She was the reason behind gaining a passion for fish, the reason my room was filled to the brim with marine animal stuffed animals. She had to stop diving, when I was young she got sick, and it was too dangerous for her, but that's why I'm here. I'm going to continue her studies for her, so she can still see the ocean she loved so much from her bed.

Putting my goggles and mouthpiece on, I excitedly roll off the deck and into the water. Right below me is a magnificent coral reef filled to the brim with color. Hustling and bustling with fish of all colors of the rainbow. Clown fish in the anemones, iridescent parrot fish, yellow butterfly fish, stripped Angelfish, a few yellow finned Damselfish, Surgeonfish and small Goby all swimming in and out, over and under the coral. I take out my camera and snap a few photos, not just for mom, but also for the other researchers back at the lab. They sent me out with a few videography robots to study the effects global warming has had on the reefs, but I don't think they'd mind if I snuck a few to my mom. I drift further and further away from my dads boat, distracted by taking photos.

A few photos of the vibrant parrot fish, a few of clown fish seeking residence in sea anemones, a few of the small goby fish and a lot of the vibrant coral. I keep wandering further, always keeping the boat in view when something catches my eye. A hole. A large hole. No, not a hole, a sea cave. I peer inside and see dots of color. I wouldn't hurt to venture in, would it? For science, I tell myself, for research and the betterment of knowledge, I tell myself, but I know I'm just too curious for my own good. Upon my entrance I see various seaweed, algae and sea sponge species. The further I go, the less light. The less light, the more things produce their own. I see a few small fish and algae glow but something big catches my eye, something really big, too big, and oh so colorful. Swirls of orange and blue and too humanoid to be a fish, but too fish to be human. It has what looks like hair, long and glowing blue on one side and orange on the other, with many streaks of the opposite color mixed in. a long tail with swirls of the same colors, and it goes up it's body onto what looks like a torso and arms. It has arms? Why would a fish have arms? Cave dweller or not, fish are not supposed to have arms.

I quickly pull out my camera, I have to document this. What I didn't account for was the automated flash, it has a light sensor and if it's too dark, the flash turns on. Suddenly the cave is lit up with light from my camera. I panic and fiddle with my camera, trying desperately to turn off the automated flash, but my efforts are in vain. A clawed hand grabs the lens, and I turn my attention to the creature in front of me. A wave of fear washes over me as I look up to a humanoid face, my heart rate picks up as I notice the scowl he wears. I start to hyperventilate as he leans in closer and reaches a hand out towards my face. A clawed hand coming towards my face. He's going to hurt me, isn't he? My fight or flight kicks in and in my panic I choose fight.

I quickly raise my legs and kick him in the stomach, making him curl into himself and let go of my camera and propelling me away from him. While he's distracted, I grab my falling camera and rush out of the cave and towards the boat. I didn't notice how late it's gotten, the sun setting over the horizon as I pull my self out of the water and onto the ledge. I quickly dislodge my mouthpiece and throw my goggles further onto the boat, trying to regulate my breathing once again. What was that? Human? Fish? Some kind of sick hybrid? Should I tell dad? Tell the team? Did I even get a clear picture of that thing? If news gets out, what will the press say? What will the scientists do? If it has the conscience of a human, it will be cruel to report on it. What if someone hurts them? Kills them? What do I even do?

My thoughts are broken by my dads voice, “Everything alright?” he always asks that after I come up, but he sounds worried this time. “Yeah… Yeah, I'm fine.” I'm lying through my teeth, I know it, and I'm pretty sure he knows with the look he gives me “Well, if you're sure. I made dinner while you were gone. It's on the table whenever you're ready.” he tips his hat and walks away, presumably to go eat the aforementioned dinner. I sigh and take off my oxygen tank, hanging it with the others before going below deck to take a shower.

My dad snores in his bed as I eat the dinner he made. Vegetable dumplings with a side of soy sauce and ramen. Simple, easy to make and oh so good. He always made the best food. I'm scrolling through my camera roll as I eat, checking if my team can use any of the photos I took when it pops up. I almost drop my dumpling when I see it. The creature on my camera roll, slightly blurry but still visible with glowing eyes. I want to throw up. He's objectively beautiful, but he's earth shaking. Merfolk aren't real, they're evolutionary impossible, and yet here he is. I suddenly don't have an appetite anymore, it's too much to handle. I put my food in the fridge and lay in my bed. What am I going to tell my team? What am I going to tell dad? That despite every odd on the planet, merfolk are real, and I had an encounter with one? They're going to think I'm crazy, right? What about the picture? Would that really be enough proof for them? Would they accuse me of editing the picture? What possible excuse could I come up with to explain it? If they do believe me, I don't want them to hurt him. Would it just be best to delete it? Export the photo off the camera and keep it for myself? These thoughts keep me up well past my bedtime.

Something is off. I feel like I'm being watched. I turn my gaze from the ceiling to the glass floor. It's him. The thing from the cave. It smiles, reveling razor sharp teeth. What have I gotten myself into?

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They're mine. It was set in stone when we met.

When I heard of the cave shells, I knew I had to check it out. Supposedly there were shells that glow in the dark and I just had to get my hands on one. Avoiding the moray and brushing aside small lantern fish, I make my way deep into the cave. I've been there for a solid hour, going from tunnel searching the sand. I was getting frustrated. Where are those shells?! A flash catches my attention. Whipping around, I see a human. They look exactly like the rumors. Humans are real? And what's that box in their hand? What was that light? Was it a mating signal? Do they like me? I swim over to investigate the box, laying my hand on it, the thought crosses my mind. This was probably a mating gift! Immediately after I realize what it is, they kick me and swim off with the box. Humans must be a species that want to be chased before they mate!

I quickly swim after them when they go up above the water onto a strange piece of metal. That must be their home! My suspicions are proven correct when I see them sitting in a strange object and eating. Merfolk only eat in their homes, so it must be the same for humans. They crawl onto something squishy and cover themselves with something.

I dare to get closer to them, my face bonks against something clear, this must be the glass the other merfolk were talking about. I place my hands upon the glass, watching my mate. Eventually they look down at me, my friend Erin told me humans like when you smile, that smiling was a show of friendliness to humans.

Rest assured, little human, the next time you're in water you will be mine. Our mandarin babies will be so cute!~

(Merman is based off a mandarin fish, look them up! Very unique fish!)

#fanfic #monster x reader #monster x human #merman #merman x reader #yandere merman #yandere x y/n #yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere oc #yandere #yandere fanfiction

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thefiery-phoenix · 8 months ago

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YANDERE YAMAGUCHI TADASHI HEADCANONS

Bruh.... this dude is a literal cinnamon roll and as a yandere he would be the MOST SWEETEST obsessive one. Not to mention slightly off his rocker as well since he believes that you really love him just as much as he loves you

You'd probably meet him during one of your classes I guess. You'd see Tsukishima picking on a short orange haired kid and calling him a shrimp while you told Tsukushima told leave him TF alone and Yamaguchi was just behind him. Yamaguchi was actually kind of impressed that you had the guts and the courage to stand up to him and admired you for that but he was also nervous and scared that you'd be squished flat by the time Tsukishima was done with you. Tsukishima just glared at you and said, "And WHY should I listen to YOU, you little midget?" Yamaguchi was fuming inside since he had DARED to call you a midget when you CLREARLY deserved to be called a goddess and he had to control himself NOT to punch Tsukishima right in the face and knock out all his teeth. You and Tsukishima just bantered and insulted each other back and forth till the bell rang, signaling that it was time for classes. Luckily, you guys had a free period that day and Tsukishima finally muttered a 'Tch' and told Yamaguchi to come with him. Yamaguchi turned back to you, saw you for one more time and apologized for Tsukishima's behavior and went off, telling himself that it wouldn't be the last time he'd be seeing you

He will do WHATEVER he can from that day onwards to save you from Tsukishima's wrath by just distracting him and sometimes, he'll be following you around like some lost puppy since you're a goddess and an angel to him who deserves to be worshipped

Will he stalk you? HELL YEAH he will! He just wants to make sure you're safe wherever you go since there's danger ALWAYS lurking around the corners

He might even go as far as to breaking an entry into your room to watch you sleep soundly and peacefully while he goes through your stuff to collect for his shrine dedicated for you. He'll collect little things like pens, pencils, rings, bracelets, stuffed animals and things you most probably won't miss

Also, what certified stalker wouldn't have a photo album of the person they're stalking? Yamaguchi has something like 3 albums of photos of you, sometimes doing your own stuff and doing crazy things like pulling funny faces in boring classes (Don't ask me how the HECK he managed to snap photos of you during class). Dude can probably write a 1000 page essay about you since he knows you better than you know yourself and YES, he HAS convinced himself that

If anyone tries hurting you, Yamaguchi will NOT be gentle with them AT ALL even when it comes to Tsukishima. He's going to 'accidentally' injure the person who's getting in the way of both of you

He will NOT share you with ANYONE, like AT ALL since he just wants you all for himself. Yes yes, he IS quite the selfish one

Might even climb onto your bed at night to sleep with you only to return to his house at the break of dawn only to dream about how beautiful and goddess like you looked while you were sleeping

He will most probably kidnap you instead of confessing his love to you since ONE: He is a VERY VERY shy boi and he's scared that he'll blow his chance of having a good impression on you and TWO: He's worried that someone else better than him is going to ask you out and you'll say yes. As much as Yamaguchi jokes around and always has a smile on his face, he is kinda insecure about himself and that's why he will kidnap you so only HE will be the one for you

He will give you whatever you want and is kinda like a submissive yandere like Asahi

His heart just breaks into pieces when he sees you crying and miserable and so, he'll hug you and cuddle with you and not let go when you're having a tantrum. He will not punish you, like AT ALL. Boi won't even hurt a butterfly, what makes you think he's gonna snap your bones in half? True, he'll do that to other people, but CERTIANLY not to you, not even if his life depended on it and no, he won't raise his voice at you, like at all

Nicknames include: Sweeite, sweetheart, honey, cutie, cutie pie, darling, love, angel, my goddess, baby, babe and the rest of the other cringiest nicknames in history

If you try escaping from him, be ready for LOTS and LOTS of tears from him. You might even need a mop and a bucket handy with you since he'll be sobbing and crying all over. Then, he will hold you and kiss you since he thinks the reason you're tried escaping was because he wasn't paying attention to you. Well, now you have him breathing down your neck constantly 24/7/365. And if he wasn't clingy like a koala before, he most certainly is now

He will let you go out ONLY till the back porch of the house he's keeping you in since he doesn't want you getting hurt and YES, boi will baby proof each and everything in the house and not even a plastic butter knife will be seen. Oh, and the kitchen is off limits for you and you are NOT allowed to reach for things that are high for you and no standing on tables or chairs

He will not let you see any violent movies or horror movies and unfortunately for you pals, that also includes shows like Riverdale and The Vampire Diaries so if you were planning on watching them, kiss 'em goodbye

Literally loves you like, ALOT so give him some hugs from me :)

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vaguelyoriginaldrivel · 2 months ago

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RANDOM TOWN GENERATOR

My longest-running campaign ended this year. Granted, that’s not saying much - only ran 9 sessions, started last fall, but still as of yet the only real “campaign” I’ve ever ran. Was some sort of “urban fantasy” thing, players a bunch of wizards (and one giant shrimp-man) driving around some undefined region of the USA in an again undefined recent past… though near the end I think I’d decided on it being set in Pennsylvania? Definitely a learning experience in a lot of ways for me, regardless. Anyways here’s some tables I made for it

Town name (d10):

Washington

Franklin

Chester

Dover

- 10. [random - roll prefix, suffix]

Prefix (d12):

Spring

Hill

Glen

George

Kings

Green

Arling

Clay

Ash

Gold

Mill

Fair

Suffix (d6):

field

lake

hill

view

ton

-Town

Notable Feature (3d10): 1-3. Can’t be rolled on a 3d10

Ignore everything else - this isn’t an ordinary small town, it’s a neo-nazi cult compound. They have guns and they don’t like you

Historic building - Weird modern house - all pods, steel, fiberglass, and concrete, with spherical pods covered in pods. Abandoned.

Ruins - Abandoned Shopping Mal

Speed trap town - local cops lurk on the side of the highway, entire town economy based on speeding tickets. Basically operates on piracy. Absurdly low speed limits not properly demarcated

Weird art installation - field of sculptures (d4 - abstract metal, cobbled-together trash, stone statues of animals and people, monoliths with inscriptions)

Historic building - haunted mansion, old style - wood, maybe some stone

Notable dam overlooking the town, potentially vulnerable to failure

Ruins - Abandoned Factory

College town - small local college dominates the local economy, most residents are students or staff

Tourist trap - Historic house (d4- Rotting wooden mansion with a ghost story, old colonial stone fort, weird modern house of a dead eccentric rich guy/ weird cult leader )

Large immigrant population from a distant country (ie not part of the Americas- like Kazakhstan or Swahililand or Lichtenstein, not like, Colombia)

Oddly high concentration of a hyper-specific specialized type of business - an entire district of dentists or dog groomers or something

Not a full on cult compound, but much of the town’s population do follow a specific esoteric cults religion like scientology or sedevacantist mormonism or something

Birthplace of some celebrity, statue in town square proclaims as much

Tourist trap -Giant sculpture, gift shop (d4 - historic figure, giant animal, mascot of attached restaurant, dinosaur(young-earth creationist))

Historic building - old colonial fort, earthworks and stone and wood

Geography - Subterranean water (1d4 - Hot spring, bottomless pit in a lake, water-filled mine pit)

Geography- Big rock (d4 - Balancing rock, weird outcroppings (like fang ridge nevada), meteor (in far-off museum, there’s a plaque next to the crater though), butte)

Geography - Weird Cliff (1d6: columnar jointing, waterfall, petroglyphs, looks like a face, church built into it, odd color)

Retirement community, no children whatsoever and everyone is either a senior citizen or a caretaker

Odd museum - animal (1d6- snails, songbirds, butterflies, earthworms, leeches, mice)

Odd museum - human (1d6- finger, ear, spleen, tongue, nose, lip, nail)

Odd museum - local cryptid (1d6 - sasquatch, lake monster, grey alien, weird alien (ie flatwoods), hodag, giant toad, devil)

Religious - large megachurch, drawing in the faithful from across the state

Weird art installation - small grove with (d4 - dollheads hanging from the trees, extensive etchings onto the bark, geometric statues in between the trees, the trees coated in colorful yarn)

Ignore everything else - this isn’t an ordinary small town, it’s some kind of hippy commune or cult compound or something. Either pseudochristian or pseudodharmic, flip a coin

Special - roll on Supernatural table

(intentionally weighted to be biased more towards the middle but I didn’t really check the probabilities here, might be way too hard to get the ones at the further poles)

Extra: Supernatural element. (d4)

Entire town was replaced with body-snatchers a few years ago. They’ll try to keep you in town for a few days - constantly surveilling you, in order to grow a body-double - when they’re done they’ll try and kidnap you to replace you with it the next time you wander away from the group. Body snatcher type varies - (Fae-esque boogeymen cuckoo-bird shapeshifters, pseudo-plant pod people, 1979 Alien style androids, etc)

Recent sightings of some kind of cryptid or something has drawn droves of “cryptozoologists” to town. This is a problem because some of you are cryptids. Coinflip if the cryptid in question is real or not

Entire town stuck in groundhog day loop - the US military has caught on and is using the town as a testing-bed/training site. Just like groundhog day, there’s one guy somewhere in town originating the loop - kill him or put him to sleep and it resets - make him learn the error of his ways - or keep him awake til midnight - and the effect ends permanently. The feds know about this, first thing they do every loop is send their special ops guys to bag him and hide him in a van before they start the raid in earnest. Outsiders, like you and the special ops guys, can enter the loop - no matter what happens, when the loop resets you’re plopped back outside right where you entered in exactly the state you were then except for your memories - even if you died you’re revived.

Certain nights, at the witching hour (12-1), local monsters and spirits and such emerge and walk the streets openly - certain stalls and shops pop up in areas that are normally unused, catering to this strange clientele, and others who sell mundane wares during the day reveal their magical affiliations at night. Also there’s street performances, music and dances and parades - and games, dangerous ones - ones you can join. The rest slumber on, but the magic that keeps them asleep does not apply to you. As magicians and cryptids yourself, this could be a good opportunity, but not all the spirits who’ve emerged are peaceful.

this is what the map of the actual campaign ended up looking like at the end btw

#blogpost #misc

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kayhi808 · 1 year ago

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Lunch in New Orleans

The cool afternoon breeze brings in the sweet smell of magnolias from outside. The lunch rush is coming to a close. You own a little cafe on the outskirts of The French Quarter. A perk of being the owner, you decide to make yourself a mojito and take your lunch before you need to help prep for dinner. You start mulling some fresh limes & mint when someone enters & butterflies in your stomach are in a whirl. James Barnes.

You had met him over the weekend when you attended a BBQ at the Wilsons. He's friends with Sarah & Sam. Sarah is your best friend & her brother, Sam, was back in town and brought James for a visit.

Smiling, "James." He gives a short wave and makes his way to the bar. You wipe the spot in front of you down again & he takes a seat on the stool. You grab 2 menus, "Sam meeting you here?"

"God, no." His humor is so dry and dead pan, you don't know how to react. He looks at you & grimaces, "I ran away from him." You nod & laugh, setting down one menu. A grimace is an upgrade from his usual scowl or frown.

"Then welcome to Cafe Jaden Edenn. Can I start you off with something to drink?"

"What were you making there?"

"Care to join me in a mojito? I was going to take my lunch & sneak a drink."

"Sure. Sign me up," giving you a shy smirk. You add more limes to muddle. "What were you having for lunch?"

"We're making shrimp etouffee for supper tonight. Care to have a sampling?"

He places down the menu, "That was easy. Yes, please."

"I'll be right back." You go back to the kitchen, and you break out into a big smile. James came here to see you. You gather bowls & fill it with rice, scooping a generous portion of etouffee for James. You bring it back to the bar. "Are you ok with spice? It's nothing crazy, but I thought I'd warn you." You place his bowl on the bar & finish making his drink.

"This looks great!"

"I hope you like it." Garnishing his drink, "Here you go. Cheers!" You toast glasses.

"This tastes like a vacation."

You spend the time getting to know each other. Or you try. It's very evident that he's a VERY private person with a lot on his mind. You get the feeling that he's looking for a distraction or escape. You keep the conversation light & entertain him with old Sam stories. You got him laughing. His laughter transforms him completely. You feel like you got to see a side to him that no one gets to see.

"So, this is where you ran off to!" Sam enters the cafe and sits himself next to James, purposefully banging James on the shoulder. Now I got 2 grumpy men at the bar.

"Hey, Sam. What can I get you? Did you want some lunch? A mojito?"

"Hmmm," staring at James. "So, what's going on here?"

"James just came by for lunch."

"OH really, JAMES? Hungry, Buck?"

"Yes," rolling his eyes. "You should get a bowl. It's great."

Leaning into James, "What did I tell you?"

James sighs, "I don't know, you don't shut up. You tell me a lot. I stop paying attention."

"I can still have Carlos cut you up into pieces and feed you to the fishes," Sam threatens.

"Sam!"

"You told me not to flirt with your sister! Y/N is not your sister."

"Is that what you're doing, Mr. Barnes? Flirting with me?" winking at him.

"Don't! Stop it!" Sam turns on you. You laugh.

"If you have to ask, I must not have been doing a good job of it. I'm out of practice." James graces you with his boyish smile, which drives Sam even more crazy.

"I guess we shouldn't mention our dinner date tomorrow night." James gves you a suprised grin.

"For 7p?" You smile and nod. "Or the wedding."

"Old man, I will punch you! I have no problem hitting a senior citizen!"

Sometimes Sam makes it too easy to press his buttons.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #buckybarnes #tfatws #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader

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emli-hou · 1 year ago

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topics: teasing, overstimulation, breeding/filling, praise, hair pulling

you’re sitting down on your bed doing college work when your bf walks in from doing errands. he sneaks a peak at what you’re working on then sits down in front of you. he’s scrolling on his phone and every few minutes he glances at your boobs. you aren’t wearing a bra and your nipples are showing through. he puts his phone down only to randomly pull on one of your nipples. he catches you off guard but you aren’t upset. your mind begins to bother you about the fact it feels weird one was played with and the other was not. he can tell you’re stuck in your thoughts. he leans forward and kisses you. he slowly brings his hand up to your other nipple and gently pulls on it. he slips his tongue in your mouth and you faintly whimper into his kiss because of the overstimulation. *fuck. my nipples have always been so sensitive this feels nice. nobody has ever played with them like this*. your nipples get harder and harder underneath his fingertips. he can feel them change too. he lifts your shirt up and starts sucking and flicking his tongue on them. you immediately can feel how wet you’re getting. he pulls his mouth away but keeps rolling his thumb on one nipple. he pulls your bottoms to the side and is shocked by how wet you are for him. he smirks and unzips his pants only to show his big cock. he always joked that he had a shrimp dick. *he’s such a fucking liar*. he pulls you by your hair to lay the back of your head down. he runs his tip up and down just to be a tease and see you squirm. you cry out, “please i need to feel how big you are.” he slams himself inside of you and it makes you gasp. no other guy you’ve been with his ever been that big. he grips your thighs and speeds up. he’s hitting your clit perfectly. he tells you, “i want to cum inside of your pretty pussy so bad.” you want him to cum inside of you as well. just the thought of his warm cum inside of you makes you a little too eager. you start to cry from how good he’s making your pussy feel. how he’s stretching you out to the shape of his dick every-time he goes back in. the sound of him going in out is just as good. hearing your wet pussy hit against him. he cums and says, “i’m so proud of you. you took me so well. you’re such a good girl.” his praise makes you get butterflies. you’re proud of yourself that your pussy was good enough to even make him cum. a sense of accomplishment. he kisses from your pussy and up to your boobs where he lays his head down. he falls asleep there and you look down at your sleeping bf on your boobs. you think to yourself *he’s such a beautiful boy.”

#kinky prompts #daddy's good girl #pillow princess #softdom #submisive and breedable #praise k!nk #smut #hyper feminine #transmasc #trans man

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angelicyouth · 1 year ago

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Parallel ; Chapter 2

⇢ pairing: stan marsh x mccormick!reader

⇢ genre: fake dating ; hogwarts AU

⇢ synopsis: ❝Transferring to Hogwarts during your fifth year, you were excited at the prospect of all the new potential eye candy to choose from. That dream gets crushed, however, when your childhood enemy impulsively claims you as his girlfriend.❞

⇢ warning: underaged drinking

⇢ [AO3 link] ; [series masterlist] ; [previous] ; [next]

You stare in child-like wonder as you watch the snowflakes begin to gently float down from the sky, a soft giggle escaping from your upturned lips when one delicately perches itself on the tip of your frost-bitten nose. Longer fingers begin to intertwine with yours in your momentary distraction, Stan tugging your body closer to his as he begins to blow some warm air onto your joined hands.

Giving them a quick rub, he then places your interlocked fingers into the pocket of his robe as you watch with amused eyes at his unprompted chivalry. It was strange—watching the kid who used to think he could gain the memories of the shrimp he ate in his fried rice whenever you guys got Chinese food evoke butterflies like this.

He doesn't bother sparing you a glance as he speaks up, “What? I know that you have to look at yourself everyday in the mirror but you should be used to the ugliness by now to not be so mesmerized by someone with actual good looks.”

The moment is ruined as you loudly scoff, roughly trying to yank your hand away from his when his deep laughter cuts through the air at the disgusted sneer that begins to form on your lips. “I’m kidding! You look beautiful today, my love.”

Your feet clumsily stutters to a stop at the whiplash you get from the sudden compliment, Stan gently lifting your smaller hand towards his lips at the sight of vermillion quickly spreading across your cheeks. He presses a light kiss against your knuckles, slowly dragging the heated point of contact until it reaches the rapidly beating pulse on your inner wrist.

You can feel his smile on your skin as he lingers there for a moment before raising his eyes to meet yours, his voice soft at the suddenly intimate atmosphere that his actions grant. “I’m so lucky because you always do. I must’ve saved the world or something equally remarkable in my past life for whatever higher deity deemed me deserving of a girl like you.”

The ravenette shoots you a charming smirk when a group of Hufflepuff’s pass by the both of you, their high-pitched giggling snapping you out of the hypnotic hold of your pretend lover.

Ah. Fake boyfriend has to play the part in public… Right.

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“Where the hell are we going? I know your sense of direction is heavily impaired from all the times Aunt Sharon not-so-accidentally dropped you on the head as a kid, Stanley, but Honeydukes is that way.” You condescendingly say in a sickly-sweet voice when you see your safe haven steadily disappear from sight, the tall ravenette dragging you in the opposite direction.

The Gryffindor scoffs at your words, his eyes rolling as he begins to purposefully guide your body into a lamppost in retribution for your words. “Yeah? Well I’m glad that your memory is past the capacity of a fucking goldfish to remember our deal but I also promised you a date at Madam Puddifoot’s, remember?”

“You don’t actually have to take me there.” You spit back as you muster up all of your strength to pull your boyfriend’s larger form against the metal pole instead, a bunch of patrons strolling on the streets shooting the pair of you weird looks as they avoid your general vicinity.

“No shit, it’s just for appearances. Don’t worry though, I said I’d treat you out so lunch is on me.” He grits back out, your intertwined hands now painfully digging into the lamppost as you both switch your childish competition into stubbornly trying to get the other to give up and let go first.

(Neither of you win because a shopkeeper ends up yelling at the two of you for being bad for business, your rivalry repelling potential customers as it plays out at the front of their humble establishment.)

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“What can I get started for you two?” Your waitress politely asks as Stan takes a quick moment to scan the menu, ultimately deciding on a classic once his options were laid out.

“Two orders of hot chocolate, please. No whipped cream in mine but extra for my girlfriend—she needs a little extra sugar.” The ravenette says in a tone of faux innocence as he sends you a sly look from the corner of his eyes, as if daring you to argue.

“We’ll also have a selection of finger sandwiches for two and a slice of every cake you have today.” You quickly bite out, sending your boyfriend a dirty look before looking back at the employee with a sweet expression on your face. “Oh, and a side salad for him—he’s watching his figure.”

After the last of the savory food and array of dessert that you both ordered gets placed on the tabletop in between you two, you waste no time in digging in as you happily hum around the beautiful mirage of flavors in your mouth. But your chewing comes to a stop when you catch the Gryffindor in front of you staring with a foreign expression on his face, your hand shooting out to wipe around the vicinity of your mouth for any possible crumbs.

A corner of Stan’s lips quirks up at your frantic actions before he brings a ring adorned hand up, his thumb grazing the side of your lips so lightly that its touch is almost nonexistent. You feel as if you’re in a trance when you attentively watch him bring the aforementioned finger to his own mouth, his tongue quickly darting out at the smear of frosting with his eyes alight in mirth.

“What’s wrong, McCormick?” His voice is so low, almost a whisper in its taunts when he catches sight of your slightly parted lips.

“Don’t do that shit again—I know you don’t always wash your hands after using the bathroom, nasty ass.” You force your eyes back on the abandoned confection laid in front of you, snarking the ravenette with the embarrassing admission he made when you all went to the waterpark as kids.

“Oh fuck off, dickface! Says the one who didn’t know what a thot was and cried like a bitch when you called your mom one because Cartman told you that it meant a thoughtful person.” In response to his words, you bring a booted foot backwards to gain further momentum before kicking him on the shin from underneath the table.

“Did you just call me a bitch? Are you insinuating that crying holds a negative connotation in which your sexism identifies with the female species?“ You quickly pull out your cell phone, a few customers in the shop staring at your muggle device as you obnoxiously stick it in Stan’s face.

“Come on, Marsh! Say that one more time for me on camera. It’s time the people finally got to know who you really are and cancel the shit out of you!”

A pretty pink begins to tint the Gryffindor’s cheeks at the growing attention of others as people begin to stare from out on the streets, watching the two of you from the store’s window. He tries to push your hand away, your laughter unashamedly echoing out into the room at the embarrassment you’re causing him.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay? Fuck, stop it!” Luckily for your boyfriend, your stomach begins to hurt from all the giggles escaping your lips as your hands lower down to wrap around your waist in a futile attempt to soothe the pain.

When your amusement finally dies down and the older teen has deemed the amount of minutes he spends giving you the silent treatment enough, Stan picks up conversation once more. “You know, I was prepared to convince you more in helping me win back Wendy. I figured you’d fight for her after how upset you were that I ruined her attempt to ask you out.”

“You saying that she’s your ex is enough for me to not be interested. The fuck is she thinking if she liked you enough to be your girlfriend? That’s all the information I need to know that her taste is utter fucking trash.”

“Fuck you! You’re dating me right now, dumbass!”

“Yeah, as your pretend girlfriend! Don’t get it twisted, Marsh. I know its hard but it’d be messy as fuck if you fell for my irresistably good looks and charm. Let’s not forget that this is fake and the only way you’d get me to date your ass.” Your snark around a bite of cake, your head soon lifting up from the treat you were nibbling on when your companion doesn't say a word back after a few seconds.

Your eyes slightly widen when you see the clenched jaw of the ravenette sitting in front of you and the dark look in his cerulean eyes, confusion sweeping through your body at the unknown expression on his face. He doesn’t break eye contact with you as his larger hand reaches out to take hold of your lifted wrist, slowly guiding your fork into his mouth as he begins to wrap his lips around the baked dessert propped up on the utensil.

It's almost hypnotic as your eyes slightly lower to watch as his throat shifts to swallow, your breath slightly hitching when you see his tongue dart out to leisurely lick the icing clean off of the fork. Once the utensil is rid of the sugary concoction, he lowers it back down on the plate to grab another piece before offering you a bite.

You obediently open your mouth as the sweetness overtakes your senses, the ravenette watching before his eyes drop down to your lips once more. Figuring that you probably got something around your mouth again, you compliantly lean your body forward to get cleaned when you see his hand begin to reach out towards your face.

However, his fingers gently caress the side of your cheek as they guide your head even closer to his, the Gryffindor holding eye contact with you for a charged second as the space between you two begins to diminish. There’s a questioning look in your eyes as a heated moment passes by, an attractive smirk all you can see before he closes the distance to languidly drag his tongue against your lips.

When your breath hitches in surprise, you’re rewarded with a handsome smile before he dives back in and connects his lips with yours. You’re not granted even a second to register what’s happening before his mouth fluidly moves against your own, your head beginning to get light from the overload of sensations you’re suddenly feeling right now.

The way the hand caressing your face gets firmer as you become increasingly pliant in his touch, his teasing made apparent even now as he draws out each movement for as long as possible—biting and licking your lips in a way that leaves you wanting more. Every kiss lights a fire in its wake, heating up your body and generating an excited thrum with each goosebump he elicits.

Your head begins to spin as you become steadily aware of every point of contact between the two of you, the way his tongue feverishly works against yours and coaxes it into a familiar battle of domination. His teeth begins to tug on your lower lip, a whine involuntarily escaping your rappidly heaving mouth as you can just feel the smirk forming on his own.

He keeps his face close to yours when you reluctantly part, your quick breaths mingling with one another as your lungs desperately take reprieve at your separation. Your voice is close to a whisper in the otherwise loud store as you press your forehead against his, “What was that for?”

“... Wendy was watching.” His azure eyes languidly scan over your wrecked form, a lazy smile accompanying the smug expression on his face before he cuts off your response with another kiss.

When you leave the shop later on, you can’t help but to notice that you don’t see your boyfriend’s ex seated anywhere.

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“Why the fuck is it so cold? You’d think growing up in South Park all my life would’ve prepared me for this shit but my balls are as shriveled as the raisins Tolkien puts in his oatmeal.” Decked out from head to toe in full winter apparel, Kenny can’t see the disgusted expression forming on Kyle’s scarf-hidden face.

“Hey, Butters. Does the front of my pants look less full? I don’t want the ladies to think—”

“Shut the fuck up!” You instinctively dodge the hand that angrily shoots out across the front of your face, the ushanka wearing teen roughly grabbing onto your elder brother’s scarf in an attempt to asphyxiate him for his blatant vulgarness.

Slender fingers gently settle themselves around the earmuffs you wear, Tweek making sure that your ears are fully protected from the frosted winds invoking goosebumps to run along your arms. You offer him an affectionate smile at his constantly caring virtue, the grin being returned against the skin of your forehead from the fond peck he gives you as you burrow your pink nose into your knitted scarf.

“It’s not even a Slytherin match, I don’t know why the fuck we have to suffer in the cold just to watch Clyde be a fucking simp and get distracted by the whores in the stands.” Cartman grouchily mutters, his mitted hands curled around a can of diet mountain dew as if the cold beverage were a mug of hot chocolate to warm him up.

“It’s common courtesy!” Butters enthusiastically pipes up, his arms wrapped around one of yours to further generate some heat between the two of you. Resting against his legs on the floor of the stand you're seated at is a hand-made poster that the blonde took the time to write out and decorate to verbalize the support he has for his friends currently playing.

“Well I’m here just to watch Gryffindor eat shit and lose.” Craig mumbles as he concentrates on the calls being hollered out from across the pitch, the game quickly becoming intense as Gryffindor and Ravenclaw score simultaneous amounts of points.

Your fellow Slytherin’s visage is as expressionless as ever but growing up with him, you can see the little spark of competitiveness flashing through his emerald orbs and the slight quirk to his lips that indicates interest. A giggle slips out of your throat, deeply endeared to see your future brother-in-law keeping up his childhood rivalry with your boyfriend.

At the ravenette’s words, Kenny unceremoniously shoves an indignant Kyle out of the way so that his hands can reach towards his face. Streaks of blue follow his fingers as he smears lines of paint across Craig’s cheeks, a large grin adorning your brother’s features.

“Well, aren’t you just the Ravenclaw dickrider?” He smugly inspects his work as the Slytherin rolls his eyes, his nose scrunching up as he waits for the uncomfortably wet mixture on his skin to dry.

Your brother then turns to you once he deems it satisfactory, his unmarked hand holding a small tub of paint. “Want some, N/N?”

Obediently leaning your face forward to allow him the same treatment he did with Craig, your brother annoyingly pulls his colored concoction away at the last moment with a mischievous expression crossing his features. “Or do you want to show some support for your boyfriend, Stan? Kyle, why don’t you turn this red so that—”

Tweek yelps as your whole body dives over his to wrap your hands around Kenny’s neck, the older blonde manically laughing as your two other brothers try desperately to yank you back into your seat. It takes Tolkien joining in to bring your angered self to give up your plans at first-degree murder, a pout adorning your face as Kyle pats your head in comfort.

Although Tolkien and Kyle were Ravenclaws, their interests were more aligned with their academics and of other extracurricular activities (the redhead kept up with his childhood passion in the muggle sport of basketball and the ravenette thoroughly enjoyed music, playing instruments like the bass guitar). The two aforementioned and Butters always attended the respective group member’s Quidditch games, your personal cheerleaders despite not playing the sport.

Focusing back on the game, your eyes unconsciously searches for Gyffindor’s seeker until crystal blue meets your own. You begin to fight off a blush when Stan takes the time to lift a hand up to leisurely wave at you, a lazy smirk on his face as his eyes possessively zone in on his larger robe drowning your smaller figure—at the way his house colors beautifully complimented the undertones of your skin and hair.

Kenny begins to obnoxiously make loud kissing noises when he notices your wordless interaction, your boyfriend’s grin growing wider when his team captain admonishes him for not paying any attention to the possible whereabouts of the Golden Snitch. You count your lucky stars at the fact that your knitted scarf hides the giddy smile stretching across your already blushing face, the slight feeling of breathlessness causing an unfamiliar sensation in your stomach.

“Go, Ravenclaw! Beat Gryffindor’s ass so that Slytherin can fuck you up at the finals!” Cartman begins to screech, the rest of you snickering at his version of… support.

“Have it all figured out, don’t you, fat boy?” Kyle snorts as the side of stands filled with red and their lion-shaped balloon sends nasty glares at your group. None of you pay them any mind, however, having grown up used to the unpleasant reactions your friends often evoke for their dumbassery all your life.

“Stan sees the Snitch!” Tolkien abruptly shouts, his body straightening up from his perched position on the bench as you all jump to immediate attention at his words.

The aforementioned seeker is a blur of red and gold as he zooms down the pitch, your boyfriend’s hands tightly clenched around his broom and his body leaning forward to gain further traction. Your eyes widen in amazement as he effortlessly swerves around both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw players alike in his pursuit of the tiny ball, the other team’s seeker belatedly noticing and starting to fly after him.

“For fuck’s sake, Ravenclaw is even shittier than I thought.” Cartman grumbles in vehement disgust, his larger body slumping down in defeat as he begins to eat his woes away with a pack of snacky cakes.

Just as Stan approaches where the group of you are seated, you anxiously watch with bated breaths as his flying form rapidly crosses over your positions. Despite the fact that he’s chasing after the Golden fucking Snitch, the ravenette finds the time to slow down just the tiniest bit to catch your eye.

And in his theatrically obnoxious Marsh fashion (as he’s been in publicly displaying his love and affection for you), your boyfriend cockily yells out for everyone in the pitch to hear, “This one’s for you, N/N!”

There’s a smug grin on his face as he hurtles down the stadium, his hands stretching forward towards the fluttering globe–

“Marsh got the Snitch!” The commentator loudly announces into the microphone over the roar of cheering students, the blush on your cheeks making its permanent residence on your face.

Your friends all look at one another in a mixture of expressions, ranging from wide eyes and slightly dropped mouths or snickering smirks at the bold declaration of love. You don’t take notice of any of them—you can’t—not when your eyes are mesmerized at the sight of your boyfriend spinning around in mid-air to triumphantly hold out the Snitch for all of Hogwarts to see, his own eyes locked with yours.

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Your brother’s legs lay on either side of your waist as twitchy fingers begin to clumsily weave your hair into two french braids, the both of you lounging on the deep blue of the linen that covers the bed. Butters lays on his belly in front of you with his legs leisurely swinging back and forth in the air, his two hands cradling his face as he happily hums and reads a muggle teen-gossip magazine that your mom regularly sends to him.

"Loo, loo, loo—"

“I can’t fucking concentrate if you keep humming out of tune like that!” Kenny angrily shouts from his position on the floor, his eyes never leaving the parchment paper in front of him as he rushes to write out five scrolls worth of Transfiguration homework.

Before anyone can make a scathing retort back in typical sibling banter, the fireplace located at the end of the bedroom ignites in a colorful assortment of neon green flames. The fluorescent lights steadily flicker away to reveal the towering frame of Craig, the Slytherin using the Floo Network to sneak into the Ravenclaw tower past curfew.

“Hey! It’s our boyfriend!” Your eldest sibling and you annoyingly yell out in synchronization, the ravenette tiredly rolling his eyes as he steps into the dorm and dusts the remnants of ashes lingering on his robes.

You all snicker at the reaction your obnoxious teasing always elicits, Tweek sending an apologetic smile to his significant other as he continues weaving your hair together. The reason for this long-running joke is as follows:

If the stoic teen wanted to surprise his lover with ice cream, then he’d better have four to bring for all of you (lest he wants his boyfriend to have a few bites while the rest of his annoying siblings eat the rest of it). If he discreetly invited the blonde for a romantic night out to the movies, he can only drag his feet in grumpy defeat to the ticket counter when he sees that all three of his boyfriend’s siblings have tagged along despite it being a date.

He didn't know that asking Tweek to be his boyfriend would entail him getting into a relationship with three additional people but here he was—tired beyond his years and with a noticeably lighter wallet.

“Fuck off, dipshits.” Craig irritatingly mumbles as he dives headfirst into the silk-covered pillows decorating the head of Kyle’s bed, a long groan monotonously being drawn out from the teen after suffering in detention.

The red-headed Ravenclaw was still off doing his duties and patrolling the halls of Hogwarts while the rest of you took advantage of the private dorm room that prefects were granted, invading the space as if it were your own. You snort around the sweetness of the lollipop in your mouth, your lips wrapped around the blue raspberry-flavored treat as you watch the fireplace ignite once again.

You all hear Clyde’s obnoxious whooping before seeing him appear with his arms raised above his nest of brown hair, his hands brandishing bottles of Blishen’s firewhiskey and Dragon Barrel brandy. He gets roughly pushed out of the way by Tolkien, the Ravenclaw rubbing his temples in annoyance at the already loud noises coming out of the Gryffindor despite being sober.

You attempt to hop up and join the brunette in his excitement but a quick tug on your blonde locks has you pouting as Tweek continues to braid your hair. But when your brother finishes his task at hand, you’re quick to join the makeshift circle beginning to form on the floor as the rest of the boys steadily begin to join the room via Floo.

You’re all chatting with one another when the door behind you opens, the rest of the boys hollering out loud as the man of the hour finally joins, the guys rowdily congratulating him for securing Gryffindor a place to compete for the house cup. You keep your body facing away from the newest members joining, a snicker escaping from your mouth when you hear Kyle heaving out a deep sigh before mumbling the incantation to magically erect a barrier around the room so that the other students in the tower couldn’t hear your late-night festivities.

You slightly jolt in surprise when someone suddenly settles themself behind your seated form, your body getting pressed against a hard chest as you feel the vibrations of your boyfriend deeply chuckling behind you. You slightly turn your head to send him a pout for his teasing, a discreet hand going to pinch him on the thigh in greeting as you internally roll your eyes.

He quirks an eyebrow at you in return, his muscular arms wrapping around your waist to forcibly place you on his lap with an admittedly handsome smirk adorning his face. But before you can say anything, Cartman administers a round of shots and loudly prompts a toast within the group to celebrate the start of a shitfaced night.

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“Hey. How’s my pretty girl doing?” Stan’s voice is low as he speaks to you from behind, a puff of air accompanying every word leaving his mouth and softly hitting the shell of your ear.

You feel his large hands reach underneath your uniformed button-up, his cool fingers lightly skimming themselves against the bare expanse of skin he has access to. Your lips slightly part at the sensation, the rings adorning his fingers eliciting a trail of goosebumps to arise at the difference in temperature due to your alcohol induced warmth.

“Hmm?” The deep baritone of his voice further prompts you to answer when a beat of silence stretches on between the both of you for too long, the tone all too-knowing and annoyingly confident.

Your head slightly turns from its position at the front of his shoulder to look at the teasing expression on his face, every hue in his sapphire eyes becoming more apparent when they come into contact with your drunkenly cloudy ones. You can’t help but to notice that the distance between your faces is miniscule, the small space slowly diminishing until you can feel your breaths begin to mingle with one another.

The pungent smell of alcohol is prominent between the two of you, lightly sweetened by the hickory scent of the cinnamon firewhiskey you both drank. There’s a small whiff of blue-raspberry from the little treat you indulged in earlier and a smell so comforting, something so innately Stan that you can’t help the way its scent relaxes your muscles even further and makes you feel at home.

It’s confusing—this rivalry you have always had and this faux relationship the ravenette has suddenly proposed. You can’t help but to think to yourself: has Stan always been this handsome?

With the way the amber hues of the fireplace further accentuates the features on his face, the warmth of the fluorescents hugging the slope of his cute nose and the pretty pink coloring his plump lips. Your eyes greedily drink in the way the raven locks of his hair falls perfectly against his forehead, the dark tresses complimenting the slight tan on his honey skin from the time spent out in the sun to polish his already superior Quidditch skills.

You don't realize that your eyes have started to close until you feel your eyelashes lightly flutter against the skin on your cheeks, a pair of soft lips coming into contact with your own. Your lips begin to quirk up at the sudden wave of happiness you feel when you finally realize what you’ve been missing when your friends talk about love and relationships with the way Stan kisses you—so soft and sure, like you're the only thing that matters in the world. In his world.

The way he slots your lips together has no ounce of hesitation, it’s gentle and patient—like this is something you’ve both been doing forever with one another and like it's just something that naturally belongs in this universe. Like the way people have readily accepted the fact that the sky is blue and that grass is green with no further question, his loving embrace makes you feel like there is no other place for your lips to be but here.

But when your lips part, you can’t help but to think about how this all isn’t real. That this thing happening between the two of you is all because he loves another girl, that he still wants her after all those years.

The startling realization feels like a bucket of ice cold water drenching your whole entire body, the suddenly intrusive thoughts quickly bringing your mind to clarity as it needlessly taunts you. Your internal depreciation sobers you up, your teeth harshly biting down onto your lips to invoke the metallic taste of copper in an effort to stop the thin film of tears that begin to form from trailing down your cheeks.

The only way you can get this love is if it’s fake, Y/N.

#south park #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #south park fanfiction #lalawrites

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thedisablednaturalist · 9 months ago

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what is your favorite aquatic invertibrate?

THIS is a loaded question. I've kept this in my inbox for a while cause there's SO MANY it's hard to choose. I'm most interested in mollusca and crustacea but those are still large categories.

My favorite mollusk is Dirona albolineata, the frosted alabaster nudibranch. Absolutely gorgeous and come in my favorite color.

I pretty much love all nudibranches though. My second favorite would have to be sea butterflies, they're so weird!

And of course the animal crossing famous Clione limacina or sea angel

Academically, I'm currently researching freshwater mussels for our reintroduction project. Mussels may not be as flashy as nudibranchs, but they are extremely important for improving water quality in freshwater habitats. It's hard to choose a favorite, but one I've researched the most and have grown fondly of is Alasmidonta varicosa, the brook floater. We are hoping to eventually reintroduce it to it's previous native range. Fun fact, when you pick them up out of the water, they stick their "tongue" (foot) out.

I literally had the species name written on my giant whiteboard in the office for a few months so my boss would keep seeing it since I really wanted us to use it as a flagship species to design our reintroduction project around. Fast forward and we've gotten a grant and things are progressing nicely.

Anyway on the crustacea side that's an even harder choice. I'm always excited to see aquatic isopods and scuds. I'm probably most fond of Malacostraca (amphipods, isopods, decapods, etc.) and Branchiopoda (clam, fairy, and tadpole shrimp, and water fleas). Do not make me pick one I am unable to. I will say I have a particular soft spot for crayfish as they are the organisms I've had the most one-on-one time with (I literally have a pet crayfish named Mr Pinchy). I just love anything with pinchers (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）≧〔゜゜〕≦

First crayfish I ever held doing it's little defensive stance of Shake Em Like You Just Don't Care. Just take a look at it's mouth! The mouthparts are so cool! I love watching Mr. Pinchy eat.

My favorite macroinvertebrate would hands down be Corydalus, aka Hellgrammites, which are the larval form of Dobsonflies. I have yet to see an adult dobsonfly in person, but have been told they're terrifying and not very nice. We shall see about that. Hellgrammites are simply angry pathetic overdramatic babies and while people say they bite I've held plenty and never been bit. They will absolutely go for the other bugs in the tray so you do have to keep them in a separate container. We've lost a couple of caddisfly larvae to the jaws of the mighty hellgrammite.

Just look at it! Here's a video where I'm trying to get a good shot of it's gills (those frilly things on its underside). They roll into a defensive ball which is so endearing. I also love anything that can curl into a ball. I think they're absolutely adorable but most people tend to disagree with me ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

TDLR I love all aquatic invertebrates so very much. I didn't even get into shrimp or coral or starfish! They make me so happy I actually have to limit how much I read about them in a day because my emotions get too big and cause me to become hyper (which is a bad combo for fibromyalgia). I'm not great at remembering information so I get to constantly relearn and rediscover things which is a blessing and a curse. This also makes taxonomy especially hard for me so let me know if I messed up somewhere.

#wrenfea.ask #thank you for your question!#sorry this was so long #I FUCKING FOUND IT #IT WAS BURIED

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hausofmamadas · 1 year ago

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NUGGETS OF BENJAMAYO | aka just gif dump of my madness about 1 measly scene

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For Narcoctober's Day of Visuals - Oct 6th 5th (posted on the 6th cause I generally suck and my life is a mess) leftover from Day 1's fic

Okayokayokay so I made so many extra gifs for my Benjamayo fanfic that were theoretically set aside days ago for the Narcoctober Day of Visuals (I know that much like “fetch” Benjamayo is not a thing but much like the legendary Toaster Strudel heiress, Gretchen Weiners, I am very much trying to make it happen) and legit thought the prompt was Oct 6, not Oct 5 but I already have an amnesty day post technically I haven’t gone to sleep yet …? So technically yesterday is still today regardless of the date...? and I can’t not share these bc LET ME DO TELL YOU, I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS INTERACTION FOR LITERAL YEARS NOW so without furtherado

The scene in question: Benjamin schmoozing at Dina’s wedding, shaking babies and kissing hands, spots Mayo and decides, fuck it- he’s in a good mood! Little social butterfly, precioso is feelin’ himself. It’s a wedding, love is in the air! Why not take a moment to go flirt chat with Mazatlan’s very own Camarón King of actual sex Not Giving A Fuck About Anything Pretty Much Ever, Ismael El Mayo Zambada and this is how it starts off. First, Mayo asks the waiter?/waitress? if the shrimp in the shrimp cocktail is fresh but manages to pose it in the most sexy way, it’s actually borderline disturbing just how fucking hot this man is asking about fucking shrimp of all fucking things then again, passion in one’s professional pursuits is pretty hot …? But like no, I really don’t think that’s what’s happening here

Then Mín, little pep in his step, La Reina del Baile, glowing even more than the bride herself, strolls up and basically is like, “Bish, that’s a spiffy new hat. You buy that with the money you made movin’ shit through my plaza? cause there’s more where that came from if you’re interested in a sugar daddy🤭”

At which point Mayo is lowkey like🫣 oh god, what do I say now. Is he trying to strong arm me, what’s the angle. I really don’t wanna start shit rn, I’m so full of shrimp, like ngl I don’t even think I could run away without making myself sick and he tries to keep things simpatico but like the extra mile he goes??? This sly mf is smiling at Mín in a way that resembles a little too closely how he smiled at the waiter/waitress. And sure, maybe we can chalk that up to just Mayo a ho. He a May-ho sry, I just– you know I set myself up to spike that ball and I couldn’t not no matter how bad it was sksksksks and Mín rolls with it, he does one of those blind-and-miss-it thousand yard stares which I will devote an entire gif set post to later bc he does it more than once throughout the show and it’s actually devastating and shoots his shot, “pero imagínate que no tuvieras qué”

So anyway, this establishes what? Mayo a May-ho, right. And Mín is lowkey liiiiiiiiiiiiving for this shit bc he thinks he’s got an in. And do you know what tf this savvy, spritely little Drug Lord Dilf-Nymph of Tijuana does????????? something Miguel would never dream of doing in a million years, not just bc he’s homophobic asf and deeply insecure about his entire general essence as a human being, but he doesn’t have a fucking f r a c t i o n of the affable, boyish charm that Mín does HE FUCKING FLIRTS RIGHT BACK. TAKE ONE GOOD GOTDAMN LOOK AT THE GIFS BELOW AND TELL ME HES NOT FLIRTING. YOU DONT FULL-BODY SCAN SOMEONE UP AND DOWN LIKE THEYRE THE FUCKING THANKSGIVING TURKEY AND YOU HAVENT EATEN IN DAYS UNLESS YOU’RE SEXING THEM IN YOUR MINDDKSSKSJWB I MEAMaaaan–

BUT DSKWJWJWIEIWJWJSB THE BEST FUCKING PART ABOUT THIS ENTIRE THING?????????? MAYO IS SO DOWN FOR IT. THE SHIT-EATING GRIN HE GETS ON HIS FACE LIKE MANS IS SO GODDAMN FLATTERED, MANS IS SO ABOUT IT, HES LITERALLY THAT GIRL DAFFYDUCK GIF, ALL BATTING HIS EYELASHES AND UNDRESSING SEDUCTIVELY, OKAY LIKE

WHERE IS THE LIE Spoiler alert: IT’S NOWHERE, THERE IS ONLY TRUTH OKAY and then Mayo does this real cute thing all appealing to the control freak in Mín, saying he likes to be his own boss, “no más que tú sabes” and all that AND THEN, AAAAAAND THEEEEEENNNNNNN FOLKS HE JUST. KEEPS. ON. MF. GRINNING. AS IF HE COULD GRAB MIN BY THE TINY LAPELS OF HIS TINY SUIT AND PLANT A BIG WET ONE RIGHT THERE ON HIM, RIGHT ON THE DANCEFLOOR IN FROMT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLELWKWJW W

and then he has to scramble for something else to say bc he knows good goddamn well that they've been making eyes at each other for far, far too long, so he's like "ohshitohshitohshit ohhhhh look there's Azul, the closest boner killer within reach besides Rayo hey, you know where home is!!!!!" AND THEN MIN, FUCJINGAKSJFNLKQJWELKJN DOES THIS WAY-TOO-INTIMATE HEAD NOD AND SMIRK, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR COMING TO MY PARTY ERM IMEAN DINA'S WEDDING, IF YOU'RE EVER IN TOWN GIRL CALL ME

NO BUT EVERYONE LITERALLY SHUT UP AND SITDOWN ALL FIVE OF YOU BCTTHENNNNSI;RAJQPO23IJRPOQJIWEFOH THE WAY MAYO SAYS CLARO, AND IT'S THE EXACT WAY I WOULD IMAGINE LIKE HOW HE'D GOODBYE LOVE PAT A ONE NIGHT STAND ON THE SHOULDER AS HE'S OPENING HIS FRONT DOOR FOR THEM TO LEAVE ???????? IDK IDKIDKIDKDA;WOJEF;AOIJ AND THEN THE LITTLE PRIVATE LOOK OF LIKE "idk what the fuck that was but I'm- y'know i really didn't hate it......"

it just- i mean i'm sure we're all in agreement that i'm insane but like what other conclusions am i supposed to draw in the face of this raw, objective evidence

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» Regular People AU || Attoye Prompt Drabbles || Master List « » Also a high school AU. «

Attuma wanted something. Okoye could tell, immediately, from the way he’d traipsed up to her favorite table in the library, all long limbed and awkward with that goofy smile of his putting his dimples on full display. She turned away from that grin, burying her head in the textbook she’d been reading before his noisy entrance had distracted her.

He’d had a growth spurt over the summer, and, clearly, hadn’t yet gotten used to the extra inches that had been added (and seemed to keep accumulating) to his frame. She wasn’t accustomed to them either, a flush forming on her face and sometimes—okay, most times—feeling butterflies in her stomach whenever he, and his changing body, were in her presence. Like now, with him looming over her workspace.

She recalled how unnerved she’d felt when they’d first reunited toward the end of their summer break. They’d met to exchange stories of their family vacations and compare their school schedules for the upcoming semester. Instead of looking straight into his ebony eyes, their height once of equal proportions, she’d had to tilt her head back to look up into his, no longer quite as boyish looking, face. It was then the jittering in her stomach had started, the muscles cramping as her mouth had opened and closed, wordlessly.

“I know, right? It feels like I grew two feet overnight,” he’d gushed, voice pitched much lower than she’d remembered.

‘Who is this man-shaped person, and what has he done with my friend?!’ She’d posed the question, silently, in her head before pulling herself together.

Punching him in the shoulder, in an attempt to dispel her discomfort, she’d laughed.

“I guess your brothers can’t call you shrimp anymore.”

“Yup, Aapo is so upset that I’m as tall as him now,” Attuma had gone on talking, hands gesturing as he’d enthusiastically spoke about his family’s month-long beach getaway.

Okoye had only half listened, making sounds of interest when appropriate. Really, she’d been observing him, watching to ensure that the boy she’d known so well, having lived next door to one another since infancy, was still there.

She was finding that, though his body was maturing, his habits and personality had remained the same. They were two months into the semester, and, like always, he spent more time, in each class, passing notes and joking around, with his other friends, then he did paying attention to their teachers.

“What do you want, Attuma?” She inquired, annoyed with his leaning over her table. The sleeves of his uniform were rolled up, flashing her the forearms that had begun filling out with his increased time in the weight room. She groaned internally, mentally slapping herself to keep from checking out her best friend.

“Okoye, my bestest friend in the world and the prettiest girl to walk these hallowed halls—”

Groaning, this time aloud, she rolled her eyes and pushed her chair back from the table, cutting off his attempt to butter her up.

“Bestest isn’t a word,” she informed as she turned her body to face his. “Just ask your favor. My free period will be over soon, and I have to finish reading this.”

“Okay, okay.” Straightening up his posture, he clasped his hands in front of his chest. “Please, pretty please, let me copy your homework for AP Biology. I was gonna do it, but the guys wanted to go out after soccer practice and then I was too tired to get it done,” he begged, his words rushing out.

Okoye glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Please, Okoye! Ms. Udaku threatened to talk to Coach M’Baku about not letting me play in the next game, if I missed another assignment. Please!”

This caused her to soften to his plight. Attuma loved soccer, the game a passion shared by everyone in his household. She knew that he even dreamed of one day playing professionally. Though, she wished he would take his schoolwork more seriously, it would pain her to see him miss out on his favorite activity, even for just one match.

He must have taken note of her crumbling resolve because the earnest expression that had blanketed his face, during his begging, broke into a broad smile—Okoye, again, graced by his dimples.

“Please,” he sang, having the nerve to fall to his knees before her. His hands hooked onto her arms, still crossed along her chest, and he shook her gently while smiling even wider.

How that was possible, she wasn’t sure, but the indents on either side of his cheeks had deepened—crater-like and apparently dug by God to hold her backbone and pride since she could never deny him when they made their appearance.

“Get off me, and stop making that face!” She demanded. Her outburst drew the ire of the librarian, who shushed in their direction.

Okoye nodded her head in apology, mouthing the words at the woman before returning her attention to Attuma. He’d stood, also giving the strict school employee a contrite look. He then settled across from her, at the table, retaking his enthused expression: his lips upcurved with an expectant look in his eyes.

“You know I can’t resist when you smile like that,” she muttered. Frowning, she reached into her backpack. Assignment in hand, she continued speaking, voice now clear, “Don’t ask me again. I’m not going to let you copy off me anymore.”

They both knew that wasn’t true, but Okoye bluffed, putting on a semblance of control.

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