#dead fish lake

[b3amoor3]

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[courtofparrots]

Luis is the only motherfucker in the whole cult that knows how to store chemicals

I'm being so serious right now, thanks to @geddy-leesbian and her screenshots I've learned the hazardous waste management in the Los Illuminados labs is ABYSMAL.

Now the game doesn't put a ton of variety into the chemicals that can be found in the lab, it's most often two different things: Iron chloride and hydrochloric acid. You shouldn’t leave random chemicals out anywhere, but especially hydrochloric acid is DANGEROUS and these bitches leave bottles EVERYWHERE!!! Look! Out in the open! On the concrete floor tipped over! RAWDOGGING IT

But Luis Serra Navarro knows better. He's an Umbrella-trained scientist. He keeps his shit locked up correctly AND he stores his hazardous waste collections in a proper containment area (in the states at least it's required that we have them in a bin so we don't risk it falling off the counter, and then all dangerous chemicals currently in use get locked into cabinets.) Look at Luis's chemical storage area:

Gorgeous. Immaculate. All chemicals in a cabinet and waste collection bottles in the yellow tub. He does lose some points for the castle lab tho where he has some HCl sitting on the shelf

But all in all Luis's lab is a breath of fresh air after seeing the rest of the island facilities, and I thought it would be fun to draw attention to.

Also for extra funsies here is the waste containment corner in my own lab as a comparison. Note how similar our chemical bottles are to the ones in game UGH I love the detail it's so cool. The little side handles and everything!

(The bottles in front of the bins don’t have anything hazardous in them it’s just ethanol)

all RE4R screenshots by geddy-leesbian!

[arthursfuckinghat]

"Arthur caught that."

"Did he?"

"And he killed that with his hands!"

[thymeclangen]

Prologue - Part 2

{Say hello to our past, gaze upon them with reverence}

[is-this-yuri]

*goes for a swim in the lake and comes back different* (covered in dozens of fish-sized kiss marks)

[makethiscanon]

Forgotten WIP - 'Dead Lake'

To finish off Ojiro Day 2024, I thought I'd post another long forgotten WIP of mine. A much loved Mermaid AU. It is indeed a reader-insert, although the reader doesn't show up until much later.

Word Count: 1900

Rating: G

Characters: Tokoyami, Shoji, Ojiro, Mineta

Tags: Story Extract, Friendship, Adventure, Slice of Life, Humour, Mystery.

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“We’re lost, aren’t we?”

Tokoyami’s monotone voice came from the back of Shoji’s car as it trundled and spluttered through the great Japanese wilderness. Tokoyami's leg was hooked lazily across his knee as he watched the endless expanse of trees passing by beyond the window.

“We’re not.” Said Shoji matter-of-factly, his multiple arms holding the steering wheel at ten-and-two, nine-and-three, and eight-and-four. Despite the assurance in his voice, when Tokoyami failed to add more to the conversation, Shoji passed his passenger-seat navigator a sideways glance, just to be absolutely certain. “Right?”

“Hard to tell,” said Ojiro, blocking his own view of the road with an oversized map, his brows tenting as he tried and failed to pinpoint their location. “GPS cut out about four miles off the freeway. If we hit a fishing outpost in the next fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, then we’re headed the right way. If not, it’s anyone’s guess where we are.”

Mineta’s hand landed on Ojiro’s shoulder with a sarcastic pat, but he laughed all the same.

“A wonderfully reassuring speech from our navigator. Thank you, Ojiro.”

It was a glorious summer in Japan -- the best anyone had seen in years. It was the perfect time for four friends to catch up and reminisce about a time before life pulled them down different paths. The days of U.A. High were long gone, but their bonds of friendship were as strong as ever.

Tokoyami said, breaking his gaze away from the passing scenery to look pointedly at Ojiro,

“If you admit we’re lost, I promise not to eat you first when we inevitably resort to cannibalism from being trapped in the wilderness together.”

A shiver ran up Shoji and Ojiro’s spines, as neither could truly decide whether he was joking.

Mineta cackled, like he was determined to tempt fate. “Have a little faith. We’re only in trouble if the car breaks down.”

Shoji shook his head, patting the steering wheel affectionately.

“She’s managed 300 miles. The last thirty won’t kill her.”

Shoji’s worn-down 1998 Lexus LS was his pride and joy, and the unfortunate vessel in which they had decided to travel. It spluttered and popped, and the suspension was shot, but Shoji was adamant it could manage the 600-mile round trip. His friends had their reservations, but as Shoji was the only licenced driver of the group, there was very little other choice.

Some fifteen minutes down the road from where Ojiro had told them to watch for an outpost, the small hut finally came into view, much to everyone’s relief. It was their first and only indication that they were headed the right way.

“Right. Quick in and out. Shoji and me will buy the essentials.” Ojiro said, doing his best to fold the map back into a neat square as Shoji slowed down to pull into the layby. Mineta chuckled, playfully shoving Tokoyami’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe you’ve never been fishing.”

“And yet, I haven’t,” Tokoyami said, amused that anyone could doubt his lack of experience. It was difficult for him to imagine himself in fishing slacks, almost as much as imagining himself in a rainbow-coloured clown suit. Fishing certainly wasn’t his first choice of hobby, but for the sake of spending time with his friends he was willing to take up a lure and rod, and see what monstrosities he could unearth from the deep.

Once they were parked, the four boys stumbled from the car then took a moment to stretch out their bodies, as none had noticed until now how stiff they had gotten.

“Get a new car. Get a new car.” Mineta begged, rubbing his spine. Shoji tutted good-naturedly, stretching his arms high above his head. He splayed them out until the sunlight filtered through the wing-like membrane holding them together.

“Don’t fix something that isn’t broken.”

“My man, I doubt even a junkyard would want it for spare parts.”

“There’s nothing wrong with her.”

“My back disagrees.”

As Mineta and Shoji continued their debate on the state of Shoji’s car, the four boys headed inside.

The hut, although an outpost, was reasonably sized with two aisles of shelves, stocked with hiking and fishing equipment, and other camping essentials. While the others began to browse, Tokoyami went straight to the back wall, which was adorned with rows of fishing rods.

He looked at them for some time.

Eventually, he came to conclusion that if there was any significant difference between them, he could not see it. His choice was based purely from aesthetics, and that’s why he chose a rod that was black in colour with purple trim – a fishing rod fit for a prince of darkness, if ever there was one.

In the same amount of time, Ojiro and Mineta gathered bait, lures, hooks and spare fishing lines, then set them all on the counter to pay.

The old man behind the desk rang up their order, chuckling as he surveyed their supplies.

“You boys be aiming for this year’s Big Whopper prize, I take it?”

“Big Whopper prize?” Mineta asked, his eyes lighting up as he pulled out his wallet to pay. “What’s that?”

The man laughed louder, gathering the bits together to put them in a bag.

“Blimey. All this equipment and y’ner doin’ the Whopper.” He turned and tapped a faded poster on the wall behind him. “Biggest catch of the season gets a cash prize.”

Mineta’s eyes lit up even more.

“You’re kidding?” He turned to the others. “We’re in, right?”

Tokoyami observed his brand-new fishing rod as it went through the register, then Mineta’s eager expression.

“Perhaps I’ll leave that to you. Beginner’s luck does not often favour me.”

Mineta shrugged then turned to Ojiro and Shoji.

“How about you guys?”

Though Shoji nodded, Ojiro asked,

“Sounds fun, but doesn’t that mean we’d have to camp around the busy lakes where they have the biggest fish?”

He didn’t sound best pleased at the thought of spending their camping trip in a noisy, crowded area. Shoji asked the hut-owner,

“Can you recommend any spots that aren’t too busy?”

The hut-owner tapped his finger to his chin thoughtfully, then reached under the counter for a map of the National Park.

“Aren’t many spots quiet this time of year, especially if you’re after the prize. Stay away from here,” he said, pointing to the second largest body of water on the map. “It’ll be swarming with fish but swarming with people too. Best fishing spot on the map. If you don’t mind a smaller catch, you could try here or here,” he said, tapping on two smaller, secluded lakes. Shoji leaned over the counter, curiously drifting his gaze across the map as the man continued to recommend places. The hut-owner tapped a large pond in a definitive way.

“This here’s your best bet. Great for catching supper, and it’s been known to host some big game since it’s forgotten about most a’ the year. Might only find a handful of other people there.”

“Sounds perfect.” Mineta and Ojiro agreed, but Shoji looked closer at the map. He pointed to the pond, then to the body of water next to it – the largest lake on the map.

“Won’t a lot of noise drift over from the main lake?”

The man chuckled, slapping his palm on the counter enough to make everyone jump.

“You must be joking? No one goes to that lake. It’s called the Dead Lake for a reason. If you want to catch any fish at all, stay away from there.”

That seemed unusually ominous. Tokoyami perked up.

“Oh? Why do you say that?”

“No one’s caught a note-worthy fish from that lake in over fifteen years. Many have tried. None succeeded.” He tapped the map again. “Though I suppose if you fellas are looking for a quiet place to camp, the Dead Lake might be the ideal spot. Set up along this side here, and it’s only a ten minute walk to the fishing pond. You’ll get the quiet beauty of the undisturbed Dead Lake, and enough fish for supper from the pond. A win-win.”

A win-win indeed. The boys paid for their equipment, thanked the hut-owner for his advice then decided to follow his suggestion. They loaded everything into Shoji’s rickety old car then set off through the National Park towards Dead Lake.

Sometime later, the road ended in a small carpark almost full to bursting with vehicles, so they loaded themselves up with all they could carry, Shoji carrying the lion’s share in his numerous arms, then walked the rest of the way to Dead Lake.

With Tokoyami navigating through map and compass, and the boys chattering about plans for the evening, it didn’t feel nearly as long as it was to reach the edge of the Dead Lake.

“Whoa,” Mineta commented breathlessly as they breached the edge of the trees, coming face-to-face with a scene straight from a postcard. An endless expanse of clear, green-blue waters lay before them, surrounded on all sides by evergreens and grass-covered bankings. Sunlight filtered down from above, creeping between the peaks of the park’s mountain-range, basking the whole lake in warmth.

Collectively, the four boys sighed at once, letting go of their equipment so they could reach out their arms to enjoy such a welcoming, peaceful atmosphere. A gentle breeze tickled their skin, bringing nothing but a refreshing taste of their long weekend to come. If the lakes around the rest of the park were busy with people, the noise did not reach here. It was a haven of birdsong and the tranquil rustling of leaves.

“I shall certainly get used to this,” Tokoyami mused as the feathers over his face ruffled approvingly from the warmth.

“What a find.”

Ojiro could hardly believe it. As far as his eyes could see, there wasn’t a single soul around the edge of the lake but them. Perhaps it wouldn’t last, but for now this peaceful haven was theirs alone. It was the perfect place for them to reconnect after months of living busy, separate lives.

While the sun was still high, the four made quick work of setting up camp, two pitching the tents as the others gathered dry wood for a fire. For the duration of the stay, Shoji would be designated camp chef. He enjoyed the chance to cook for his friends after so long, and as soon as the sun began to set, he lit the fire then prepared the meals they had brought for the first night – though Tokoyami held some of his back, doubting he would catch anything to eat tomorrow when he had absolutely no fishing experience.

“You'll be fine,” Shoji said, stirring a pot of curry as the others sat around him on logs, looking up at a sunset unmarred by light pollution. “I'm sure between four of us, we'll catch enough tomorrow to keep us fed.”

“Not if what that gentleman said about the lake is true.” Tokoyami muttered, taking his gaze from the sky to look along the expanse of the Dead Lake. “Perhaps we'll all starve.”

“Don’t you fret, my fine feathered friend,” Mineta declared, mimicking the action of casting his fishing rod. “I’ll go to the pond to catch us enough to eat.”

“And we’ll stay here. Me and Shoji can teach you the basics.” Ojiro added helpfully, smiling when Tokoyami's beak clattered to show his approval.

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[WRITING MASTERLIST]

[memeartboi]

AU Theory #2: Alicorn Gumball Watterson?!

[absensia]

CHARLOTTE PULLS A CARD FROM THE DECK...

DEATH. You need rest. More than anything, you must allow yourself rest. Death is frightening – it is inevitable, it is unstoppable – but, it can also be a thing of great beauty. It is an agent of change. It is the forest fire that paves way for new life. Allow yourself this rest and be prepared for the change to come. Brace yourself. It will be hard, it will not be kind, but you are more than ready. You just need to rest first. Number 13. Upright: endings, change, transformation, transition. Reversed: resistance to change, personal transformation, inner purging.

STOLE IT FROM @monstroum 💛 / YOU SHOULD ALSO STEAL THIS ;)

[meirimerens]

going through pdfs and an autism moment the levels of which you've never seen and i'm reminded of the multiple buryat creation myths in which the lake (baikal) plays such an important role (because. they live here) and in which the buryats are descendants of swans... and thinking about how patho (inspired by this culture among others) completely lacks both A Lake and anything related to swans, with birds appearing as the muu shubuun "wicked birds" (another mongolic + turkic (mu shuvuu) folklore figure that is different in patho than it is irl)(i would say. yeah obviously), plague-bearers, etc. you got the Gorkhon which is river and not lake, which could be an equivalence, but rivers & lakes typically have different places in animist beliefs, often have different gender identifications as well, and the Kin does not have the same relationship to the river as the people of the region have with Baikal...

also the concept of sky-dwellers/sky-divers/generally Brother There's Something Up There with the head of the pantheon/all-progenitor being sky-bound ("the heavens" comes up often) is almost completely absent from the Kin's religious background, and most of the -dwelling is one in/within the Earth, with Bos Turokh literally being the land and Boddho being explicitely an earth-mother-goddess, and rather it being Suok associated with air.

that's fascinating how this like very prominent part of mongolic culture, whether attributed to Tengri or to Lama for the buddhist parts of it or Esege/Esege Malan is absent from the Kin's culture that's inspired by those and almost flipped on its head completely.

[aiisstuffnthings]

Fishing Trip

[b3amoor3]

Icons

[williammarksommer]

The Salton Sea

California

All The Time In The World

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

[arthursfuckinghat]

A cold Colter night ❆ GW. Ambarino

[dallonwrites]

2582 words today besties i'm back on track👍 it's funny to me to compare that number to the 533 i wrote yesterday but truly the only reason i wrote that much today because i realised 1.6k was not the vibe yesterday so i didn't force myself and risk burnout!

since i didn't share anything yesterday here's a scattering of random, unconnected no context lines that i think are neat (cw for dead animal imagery and blood/injury. this is an apocalypse forest au LOL)

Because it is still warm outside which means the nights and the morning is quick and the sunsets are long, exhaling drags, but tonight the sky is already a dark cyan and there is already the hint of coolness in the air; they can’t feel it as much anymore, the weightlessness of a summer evening.

When she looks at her hands, the drying blood, she remembers the sound of tearing flesh, of an entry wound rupturing, of ripping her brother’s missed arrow out of a man’s stomach.

They have to pay close attention to the ground — especially in the slow, dull and darkening sunset — to watch out for stones that, upon closer look, decay into dead and dried fish.

She wanted to fish so the violence of her hands could be used for something natural, something part of a cycle, to not think of a stranger’s collapsing guts. Dorothy does not like to kill, but she knows it is what she’s good at.

There are certain patches they know to look out for, like the two trees the stretch out across each other, making X's with their branches, or the pine tree with their names carved into the bark, the patch of hawthorn trees that signal they are close to home. All of these are like little earthly constellations and in a way the forest is like a starlit night to them; they do not need to map out each individual piece, each pine or oak or alder or holly bush but they know which ones will guide them home, that they know to find in the silky moonlight.

[omophagic-beast]

thinking abt a game where you play as ghost hunting fishermen, trawling dried out lakes and seabeds for the ghosts of ancient marine life that are causing trouble for the creatures that live there now

long haul trucking + fishing + cowboys + ghost hunting

[theearthmagicguy]

Fuck I just remembered this shot while I was thinking about the unholy trinity of York Morgan, Harry Dubois, and Brent Halligan.

It was from reddit years back, here:

For anyone who's wondering why hitlers there, uh, Persona 2. I oughta go through that game properly. It's pretty easy to emulate, you can do it on your phone if you have space.